Fetishism

Lover of Polished Toenails

After seeing the freedom with which your readers write, I have decided to contribute this.

I have had a secret fetish ever since my last girlfriend, who wore colored polish on her toenails. I have enjoyed fantasizing about her colored toenails while I masturbate. My current girlfriend has nice-looking feet and beautiful toes.

Recently I picked up some red nail polish and brought it with me to her apartment. I asked her to paint her toenails with it— not yet explaining my reasons. That night, after satisfying her with a good session of finger-fucking and sucking her hot and juicy love nest, I asked her if, instead of the usual fuck, she would masturbate me with her feet. She was reluctant at first, but after I explained to her that polished toenails really turn me on, she obliged.

First, I lubricated her feet with my saliva by slowly tongue-kissing and nibbling her toes. This gave me a tremendous hard-on. Then she lubricated my cock with Vaseline. She slowly started to slide her big toes up and down my shaft. Soon she wrapped all her toes around my throbbing rod. This seemed to turn her on tremendously, because she started masturbating herself violently. The sight of four of her fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy, and her other hand massaging her clit, made me come on the spot. The sight of my semen shooting on her polished toenails was incredible! Then, as I massaged it on and around her toes, she had a surging, jerking orgasm herself. We both dropped to the bed, thoroughly exhausted.—P.K., New York, New York

JELLY ROLL WITH PEANUT BUTTER

I have often read Forum and the stimulating experiences presented within, but it was not until recently that I had a sensational experience of my own worth relating.

I had gone to a neighborhood bar on a Friday night to have a few beers and to score if I could. The bar was exceptionally crowded, the crowd mainly males seeking the same things I was— namely, a piece of ass and the loss of our senses. After a while I became tired of the bar and the lack of prospects, so I left to smoke a joint.

As I sat in my car and smoked, I heard a knock on my window. I turned to find myself face-to-face with a beautiful blonde. Needless to say, I rolled down my window and said hi.

She said seductively, “Why don’t you open the other door and let me in so I can smoke some of that?”

I immediately responded, hardly believing the night could be so easy for me. She slid across the front seat until her leg was pressed firmly against mine. I could feel my cock begin to throb and grow.

We talked and smoked for a while, then I casually suggested that we head back to my apartment. She readily agreed to this and lit up another joint.

When we arrived at my apartment, I put on some rock music. As soon as I did, the young blonde began gyrating to the music in sensuous rhythms, shaking and kicking. I watched her for a few moments, then grabbed her and kissed her deeply, my tongue diving into the depths of her mouth. A second later I felt her left hand grabbing my bulging crotch.

She removed my clothing very slowly as I closed my eyes and swayed to the music. I felt her sweet lips encircle my rigid member and climaxed almost immediately, my hot come spilling from the corners of her mouth. With a smile on her lips, she licked it all up and swallowed it.

Suddenly I found myself standing alone in the center of my living room. I found out where she had gone when she returned with my jar of smooth Skippy peanut butter and a butter knife. My cock began to harden again as she removed her clothes, and I got my first look at her pert nipples and full breasts. She lay down on the rug at my feet and asked me if I liked peanut butter. When I answered that I did, she said that was good because I was going to have her as a late-night snack.

She opened the jar, handed me the knife, and told me to start spreading it all over her. I quickly took the knife and dipped it into the jar of peanut butter.

I began coating it across her hardened nipples and breasts, slowly making my way down to her belly and thighs. After I spread the peanut butter on her thighs, she opened her legs and I slopped it all over her cunt. When I was finished, I started at her tits and began licking her clean. She moaned softly until I reached her pussy, then her moans became cries of pure Skippy pleasure, and she came with a shudder.

When I finished my “snack” I got an idea of my own. I guided her to the kitchen table and bent her over it. With her plump ass sticking out at me, I sank the knife into the jar and spread peanut butter all over her cunt from behind.

Then I took my prick and slid it into her snatch, through the coolness of the surrounding peanut butter. After I came, I withdrew, and we both washed off and got dressed.

She said she had to go, but that she would love to come back sometime. That was two weeks ago, and I’m still waiting for her. Meanwhile, just to be prepared, I went out and bought half a dozen jars of giant-size Skippy.—J.S., Reno, Nevada

MENTHOLATED FUN

I am a twenty-year-old student at a large university that is renowned for being a party school and having many beautiful coeds. My girlfriend, Patty, is unquestionably in that category. She is a petite, five-foot-three brunette who weighs about one hundred pounds. She has lovely brown eyes and a wonderfully mischievous smile. She is completely and utterly uninhibited and will try anything to please me. When it comes to kinkiness, there are few things that occur to me that haven’t already crossed her horny little mind.

A few evenings ago I was being studious and completely dull, so she went to the corner grocery and bought an issue of Forum to amuse herself. I knew that this was going to make her horny as hell. This was her way of letting me know to prepare myself.

A letter involving cough drops caught her eye. She pointed it out to me. Naturally, I was only too happy to give her some change to go buy a pack of Hall’s. She was already sucking away on one when she came back and started disrobing in front of me. Needless to say, I put aside the book I was reading and dropped a cough drop into my mouth. Then I proceeded to go down on her delightful, pert tits. She moaned in response and humped her already dripping pussy against my leg. The very thought of the little experiment we had in mind had her very hot.

I continued to turn up her thermostat by rubbing her erect clit and licking her hard nipples. When she thought that her mouth was sufficiently mentholated, she stripped off my jeans and wrapped it around my throbbing prick. Now I’m no John Holmes, but one would think that what I’m endowed with would be too much for a girl her size. No way, folks! She took the whole length down her throat and drove me to the brink of orgasm with her talented tongue.

At this point I encouraged her to turn around, and we proceeded to a fast and furious 69. I took the cough drop from my mouth and rubbed it against her clit to spread the menthol onto her. Whenever I would remove my mouth and let air hit her clit, she would moan in ecstasy. I can only assume that she felt the tingling coolness one feels when sucking in air after sucking a cough drop.

She came a number of times before moving down to shove my dick into her dripping box. She rode me to several more orgasms on the couch while my roommate dozed in the next room. It now occurred to me that the remnants of my cough drop might be put to another good use. I removed it from my mouth and inserted it into her pussy, right about where my cock was thrusting in and out.

Moaning, writhing, and telling me how wonderfully cold and yet hot it was, she came in another series of orgasms. She dismounted me and popped her cough drop out. She slid it all along my cock and balls. The sensation was intense. Rather than describe it, I will only say find a nice, uninhibited little lady and find out for yourself.

Heightened to a fever pitch, we fucked like mad for quite some time. Knowing that her pussy must be steaming with icy fire, I bent her over an armchair and eased my tool back inside of her. With one hand I rubbed her clit while she moaned beneath me. As I approached orgasm, I felt the menthol fluids in her steaming hole start to get onto my dick. It felt hot and cold, and the hungry clasping of her cunt was heightened beyond belief. I sprayed my sperm into her raging volcano of a hole. Completely spent, we collapsed on the chair and lay there panting like dogs in heat. If you ever feel the need to add some spice to your sex life, the nearest candy store could possess the answer to your problem.—Name and address withheld by request

THEY BE CHILLIN’

One afternoon after a snowfall, my wife and I were going to a movie when I noticed some large icicles. I told her that after the movie I was going to go icicle hunting and find her the biggest, longest one that I could. After continually telling her how I was going to fuck her with an icicle, she told me how hot she was getting.

So on the way home, I gathered icicles of various sizes, one of them as big as my own cock. As soon as we were in the door, I put the icicles in the freezer. Then we stripped off our clothes and my wife started sucking my dick much more enthusiastically than she ever had before. I knew this was going to be good. After a couple minutes of her excellent head I came deep in the back of her throat, a load so big it started dripping down her chin.

After deeply kissing her and tasting my own come, I told her to lie down on the floor. Then I went to the freezer and chose a few icicles. When I returned, I found my wife with her legs spread wide, wanton with lust.

I snapped off the end of one of the smaller icicles and had her suck the end until it was rounded off nice and smooth. Starting on the insides of her thighs, I rubbed the frozen dildo all over her, teasing her mound and then, finally, pushing it past her cunt lips. The heat of her pussy, when it came in contact with the ice, sent up a little plume of steam.

She went wild, thrashing and rubbing her clit. After a couple of minutes of fucking her with the small icicle I got the bigger one. Once again, I had her round off the tip so she wouldn’t get hurt. As soon as I slid that icy monster into her she went crazy and had an orgasm. As soon as she finished coming, I pulled out the icicle and slid my dick into her. The feeling of a cold pussy was such a turn-on, I came almost immediately. We continued like that for the next couple of hours until we were both exhausted and totally satisfied. What a night!

For those of you who live in the south where there are no icicles ... too bad. But those of you up north, next time you get a good snow, take an icicle into the bedroom. I promise it’ll be fun.—T.J.K., Denver, Colorado

GIRDLES FIRE HER LOINS

I am a fairly nice-looking thirty-two-year-old divorced female. There is nothing I love more than good sex, but unfortunately, since my divorce three years ago, I’m not getting all that much. Even more unfortunately, it seems as if I am always horny. Recently things began to change for the better.

Ever since I was a teenager, I have enjoyed the feeling of being confined in very tight underthings. Over the years, I have bought a variety of corsets and girdles, one tighter than the next.

I recently bought a corset that needs to be laced up, but I need someone else to do the lacing. I practically never go out of the house without wearing nylons and some type of girdle.

On a typical workday, I wear an extremely tight pantie girdle over my panty hose. The feeling of the pressure against my body and my pussy drives me crazy.

Between that and crossing my legs, by the end of the day, my crotch is soaked. I can hardly wait to get home so I can masturbate.

Sometimes, during the afternoon, I get so turned on that I can no longer control myself. I slip into the ladies’ room. Once in the stall, I finger myself to one glorious orgasm. I limit myself so that I am still horny when I get home.

After I arrive home, I am still horny and on edge. I need relief. Usually I undress, but I leave on my girdle and panty hose. I begin by caressing my small breasts and rubbing myself through the girdle. I can feel the wetness through my crotch. Then I take my vibrator out of my nightstand and hold it next to my crotch. In what seems like only a moment, my need to come is overwhelming and I am crazed with desire.

I literally rip off my girdle and my panty hose. My hand races to my clit and my other hand thrusts my vibrator against me. My orgasms arrive in one crashing wave after another. Then I lay there exhausted, but satisfied. But I will usually masturbate again before I fall asleep. I guess I’m just greedy.

Among my more recent (and tightest) underwear purchases is a long-line bra and pantie girdle that is all one unit. It has a small slit in the crotch so I can pee. If this isn’t the tightest thing I have ever worn, it is very close.

With this particular girdle, I have to wear regular nylon stockings because if I wore panty hose, I would have to get completely undressed in order to pee.

One evening I had a date with a man who works in my building. This was our second or third date and we had not yet made love. I was hoping that this would be the night. Eric is very handsome, and there was a certain something about him that attracted me. It had been nearly nine months since I had felt a cock inside of me.

On this evening, I had decided to wear my new all-in-one girdle. However, I didn’t have a pair of regular nylons, so I wore panty hose. I also wore a very sexy dress.

Eric picked me up and took us to dinner at a restaurant overlooking the harbor. It was a beautiful night and everything was perfect. It was very romantic. At the same time, I could feel the wetness at my crotch. I decided that tonight I was going to make my move. After dinner, we walked out to his car. Originally, we had planned to go to a club to listen to music. Once in the car, I put my arms around him and gave him a long, deep kiss.

Happily, Eric responded. While kissing me, his hands wandered over my body. He asked me what I was wearing under my dress, because it felt so hard. I told him about my all-in-one girdle, and asked him if he would like to see it. His answer surprised and aroused me. He told me that it was always one of his great turn-ons to see a woman in a girdle.

We promptly scrapped our plans to go to a club, and we went back to my house instead. As we drove, I felt his hard cock through his pants. I also described in delicious detail what my girdle felt like. I described how tight it felt and how it pressed against my stomach, my ass, and my pussy. With each word, his cock seemed to get harder.

Once we got into my house, we began to kiss intensely, and I was grinding my crotch against his. I felt his hand reach under my dress and up my leg until it felt my wetness. Hand in hand, we then walked into the bedroom, where I removed my dress.

Eric’s eyes got wide. I stood with my legs crossed while he kissed me. Eric lowered me to the bed and his hands were everywhere. He wanted to touch every inch of me.

His hand felt inside the slit at the crotch of my girdle, where he felt the crotch of my panty hose. It was soaked. I felt his fingers press against my clit and begin to massage it. It felt so good. I knew it was not going to take long for me to come.

Just when I was about to come, Eric stopped. I moaned, and put my own hand where Eric’s was. He promptly removed it. He then pressed against my aching mound, and I moaned again. Finally, after so many months, I was going to feel the pleasure of a good fucking.

Eric’s strong fingers then tore out the crotch of my panty hose. He separated the material and put his finger inside me while his thumb gently massaged my clit. My hips rose to meet his touch. Just then, Eric’s glance saw my vibrator where I had left it on my nightstand.

He took the vibrator and put it inside me. With the vibrator inside me and his fingers on my clit, I exploded in orgasm. All I could think of saying was, “Please fuck me, please fuck me now, It’s been so long since I had a cock inside me.”

Again, he separated the material at my crotch and plunged his engorged cock into me. Eric was ravenous and as turned on as I had ever seen any man. He fucked me to one gigantic orgasm after another, until I could feel his hot come inside me. He later told me that it was the sight of me in my girdle that did it. Because of the tightness of my girdle, my orgasms were the most intense of my life.

Eric got on top of me. Between his weight and the pressure of my girdle, I now had to pee. I moved from under him and dashed to the bathroom. Thankfully, the crotch of my panty hose was all torn out so I could separate the material to pee. I don’t think that I could have held it until I got undressed. I then took off my girdle and what was left of my panty hose.

While we cuddled in bed, I told Eric about my underwear collection. As I was talking, his cock got hard again. With my mouth, I showed him how appreciative I was.

The following morning, I showed him my collection and asked him to pick out something for me. Our minds must have been in sync, because he picked out my favorite corset—the one that needed to be laced up. By the time Eric was done lacing the corset, the all-in-one girdle I had worn the night before was loose by comparison.

For the next few hours we cuddled, kissed, and felt each other. Eric’s hands were busy moving all over my corset and stroking my nyloned legs. His hands would come close to touching my pussy but then move elsewhere. I felt the corset pressing tightly against me.

Then Eric’s hand, for the first time that morning, touched mc between my legs. I raised my hips to press against his hand. Through the crotch of my panty hose, I felt his fingers against my clit, and I moaned in pleasure. He then took his hand away and I replaced it with my own. After a moment of touching myself, Eric took my hand away. This man seemed to be a real tease, and I was beginning to love it.

Soon Eric’s fingers found my clit. He kept bringing me to the edge of an orgasm and then stopping. I heard myself begging him to let me come.

It was frustrating, and also the most arousing thing I’d ever experienced. Eric finally unlaced the corset just enough to pull off my nylons. Then he proceeded to give me a fucking that will live long in the annals of sex. After we both rested for a while, Eric told me that I satisfied his greatest turn-ons. I told him that he had done the same for me.

This was about six months ago. Eric and I are still going strong; in fact, we are now living together.—S.A., Oakland, California

TWO CUEBALLS

Iam a twenty-one-year-old junior in college. Since I was about twelve, I’ve fantasized about being totally bald. When I saw that Star Trek movie featuring a lovely bald actress, I was fascinated by her shaved head, and I tried to imagine myself without hair. I even told some friends about my fantasy, and most of them thought I was nuts. I was disappointed by their attitudes, and began to think they were right.

One night last fall, I was watching MTV, and saw Sinead O’Connor for the first time in one of her videos. Her head was completely bald, and I was mesmerized by her lovely head and big, beautiful eyes. My fantasy was rekindled and I couldn’t resist the urge any longer. I wanted my head shaved, and I was determined to do it!

I’ve always been a little extroverted, which is why I was able to do something so bold. I purchased a wig matching my strawberry-biond curls and wore it for a couple of days, to see if anyone noticed the difference. Not one person asked about my hair, so I knew that if I shaved my head, I could hide it without worry.

I borrowed some electric clippers from a neighbor, and when I got home from my waitress job that Friday night, I proceeded to shave off my hair. Clad in just my bra and panty hose, I stood in my bathroom, plugged in the clippers, and started shearing before I could chicken out. I removed clump after clump of hair. My crotch became very damp and my heart was pounding wildly as I sheared off my hair.

I stood before the mirror with my head cropped, looking like a Marine. I then coated my head with hair remover and massaged it in. I waited five agonizing minutes before I rinsed off my scalp and dried it with a towel.

My hair was completely gone. I stood and admired my new look. I was even prettier than I’d imagined. I was afraid my ears might stick out too much, but they looked just fine. I’d done it. I was really bald! I was in heaven that October night. My biggest fantasy had come true, better than I expected. I fingered myself into a wild orgasm and fell asleep in ecstasy.

I wanted to show off my new look to all my friends, but was afraid of negative reactions. I decided to go public with it anyway, and I planned to unveil my shaven head at the college’s upcoming Halloween party. I dressed as Dolly Parton, wearing a slinky, black, sequined party dress with a sexy slit in the front, sheer black hose, and four-inch black pumps. I stuffed my bra with panty hose, and topped my costume off with a huge platinum blond wig and phony diamond earrings. I had no boyfriend at the time, so I went alone.

Everyone loved my costume. I was having a great time and was really buzzing after drinking a couple of wine coolers. Then someone said I should do my Dolly Parton imitation, so I got up in front of everyone and sang a chorus or two of “9 to 5,” receiving numerous catcalls for my terrible singing.

“Well, I could sing better without these,” I retorted, reaching in my bra and pulling out the panty hose I’d stuffed in it. Everyone cracked up as I threw my hose everywhere, reducing my chest to normal size. Then I said, “Have you ever wondered what Dolly looks like without her wig? I’ve heard she has no hair at all. If so, she’d look like this!” I then pulled off my wig and shocked everyone with my baldness. A sudden silence overcame the room as I stood in all my bald glory. Then I received a standing ovation. I was so surprised at their reactions, as they came up to me for a closer look. I explained, “I’ve always wanted to be bald, so I took a chance and voilá!”

My friends were stunned, but very supportive of me and my bald look. I received numerous compliments from both the guys and girls. Everyone buzzed about it the rest of the night. I put my wig back on, and as I collected my hosiery, a guy in a dress came up to me and asked me to dance.

It was Jeff, a guy from my philosophy class. We’d borrowed notes from each other a time or two, but weren’t all that close. This was the first I’d seen of him all night. He was dressed from head to toe as a woman. He wore a red dress, black tights, black flats, a curly red wig, and full makeup. “My goodness, you’re adorable!” I exclaimed.

“So are you,” he replied. “That took a lot of guts, shaving your head. You look sensational.”

We danced for a while, and spent the rest of the evening together. He walked me home to my apartment, and I invited him in for a nightcap. I removed my Dolly Parton wig and we relaxed on my sofa. “I can’t get over how beautiful you are totally bald,” Jeff said. “You have a lovely scalp.”

“Thank you,” I replied. “I’ve fantasized for a long time about being bald, and I finally went through with it.”

“I’ve fantasized for a long time about dressing as a woman,” Jeff admitted. “I’ve been curious about what women’s clothes feel like. I’m really enjoying this.”

“You look really cute,” I said. “How do you like wearing a wig?”

“Actually, I’m quite used to it, because I wear one all the time. You see, I’m bald too!” Jeff then removed his curly red wig, and sure enough, he was just as bald as I was! I never would’ve guessed that he wore a wig all this time.

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed. “You are bald! I don’t believe this. Did you shave your head?”

“No, my hair fell out when I was fifteen, and I’ve worn toupees ever since. I was so thrilled when you took your wig off at the party, because I knew you wouldn’t reject me if you found out I was bald. I’ve never had a real relationship with a woman before, because I was so afraid of rejection.”

“But why? I think you’re very handsome without hair,” I said, and I meant it. He looked very nice, despite his feminine makeup. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

Since then, Jeff and I have become lovers. I helped him lose his virginity a few weeks later, and we are now almost inseparable. I shaved my head twice a week until last month, when I had my hair removed permanently. I have to wear my wigs to work, but otherwise I go wigless at all times, even to school. I even had my driver’s license photo taken without a wig on. I love being bald, and I’m not ashamed to show it. Jeff has also lost his inhibitions about his hairlessness, and goes wigless in public most of the time. Sure, people stare and sometimes laugh at us, but we don’t care. If they can’t realize that we like the way we look, that’s tough shit. Being bald isn’t as bad as you think. I find it very exhilarating, and I hope some of you feel the same way.—Name and address withheld

AN ITTY-BITTY PROBLEM

I have a very slender, sexy figure and am very attractive, but I have a problem. My breasts are virtually the same size they were when I was ten years old, and that is no exaggeration. I’m twenty-seven now and have worn falsies and padded bras since I was thirteen.

When I first left home at twenty, my social life was fairly good. I lost my cherry to a guy I was really in love with. He split, though. He never told me why, but I know it’s because he was turned off by my flat, shapeless chest. I couldn’t blame him. After that happened, I tried my best to fool everyone. I stuffed my bras and wore tight, revealing blouses that accentuated my nice, firm, fake 34B tits. I was stupid, because as soon as a guy slipped his hand inside he would realize my tits came off with my bra.

I have really big, thick nipples that stick out a good half-inch all the time. I began to feel it was such a shame to keep them covered up all the time, so I decided to go honest. First I went to a 34A padded bra and looser tops, so friends wouldn’t notice too much of a drastic change. Then I went to a lacy little training bra, always wearing a loose blouse or jacket over it. It was easy to see guys check me out, then lose interest when they saw how flat I was. At first it was almost enough to make me go back to my rubber 34Bs. I came up with a strategy. I would call attention elsewhere.

I started wearing very short skirts (I’ve got perfect, long, slender legs and sexy feet) and skintight slacks with four-inch heels, garter belts, and sheer stockings. The first impact was always effective, but the guys still lost interest when they saw how flat I was. Finally a friend of mine, Kristina, a nurse, suggested I pierce my nipples and decorate them with gold rings.

It wasn’t long after that that I was going to work braless and wearing tight, silk blouses. My nipples were hard and stuck straight out all day. The feel of the cloth sliding over them nearly gave me orgasms several times! Although it was very obvious to everyone that I didn’t have any tits, the rings were outlined under the blouse whenever I leaned back, and I noticed lots of lingering stares from both men and women.

I go braless most of the time now. As much as I wish I had tits, I find that a lot of guys accept my flatness because they’re turned on by the sexy nipple rings. Kristina, whose tits are quite small and saggy, is so impressed with my attitude change and the transformation of my social life, she’s thinking of piercing hers too.

So, to all you flat-chested women out there (and I know there are lots), forget the idea of implants and decorate what you have—D.S., Quebec

DESSERT IS SERVED

About two years ago, on the day we moved, my wife and I worked hard, diligently packing, labeling and cleaning up.

About seven that evening, after the movers had left, we were gathering up the remaining items in the house. We had bought a new mattress for the new apartment, so the old one was lying on the floor in the back room. I commented to my wife, Janet, that the mattress had a lot of good memories and that maybe we should give it one last fling. We were both hungry and tired, she informed me, and we still had a lot of work to do. With that, I started cleaning out the fridge. I found a full bottle of wine and handed it to Janet, telling her to finish it up as I defrosted the freezer.

About forty-five minutes later, I finished cleaning the fridge and freezer. I wandered into the back room and found that Janet had finished the bottle of wine and was pretty drunk. She smiled and said she had changed her mind. She wanted to put the old mattress to good use one last time.

I told her to stand in the middle of the mattress and went to get the stuff I had removed from the fridge: cherry pie filling, chocolate topping, caramel topping, a can of whipped cream, and a bottle of cooking oil.

The first thing I did to Janet when I got back was pull out her waistband and dump the entire can of cherry pie filling down her pants. She started screaming wildly as the thick, sticky stuff slid down her thighs. I laughed and told her to relax and enjoy. She began squirming as the cool filling slowly soaked her crotch.

I abruptly spun her around and poured cooking oil down the back of her pants. It was delightful watching the oil soak through the tight jeans covering her shapely ass. I began fondling her tits, and squishing the cherries around as I massaged her mound through her jeans and panties. As I removed my own clothes, I told Janet to prepare herself for the kinkiest fuck of her life.

Her tits were my next target. By now I had a rock-hard erection and was anxious to complete my dessert. I quickly unbuttoned the top three buttons of the old pink blouse she was wearing and poured chocolate sauce over her front. The sticky brown syrup quickly ran down the valley between her shapely mounds. After a few sloppy, sweet kisses, I quickly dumped the caramel topping, then pointed the nozzle of the whipped cream can down her front and emptied its contents into her blouse.

Janet was giggling and squirming. It was time to get my hands busy. I eagerly dug in, grabbing and groping with both hands and my tongue. I nibbled her neck, kneaded her ass cheeks, and rubbed her tits. I quickly removed her jeans and blouse to fully observe the delicious mess I had created. God, she looked good enough to eat. I laid her on the mattress and attacked her with my tongue, lustily licking her caramel-and-cream-covered tits. My taste turned to cherries as I moved down her body and began nibbling around her hot cunt. I feasted on her clit for a full fifteen minutes. I could not wait any longer. I drove my cock into her cunt and began thrusting in and out. Janet squirmed on the mattress, her glistening tits bouncing as I exploded into her cunt and collapsed on her.

Janet and I have laughed about that night many times since. She still has the stained bra and panties. I’m looking forward to our next refrigerator cleaning.—F.L., Atlanta, Georgia