Buttered Sex Is Better Sex— Especially in the Bathtub
I am deeply in love with Allison, my very beautiful and outgoing girlfriend. I consider us a perfect couple. We are both in our senior year in high school, and I am sure that we will get married someday. Our sex life is very open, and we talk about almost everything. Allison is thoughtful and beautiful, the kind of girl that any guy would give his right arm to go out with. Her body is, to be honest, the most perfect I have ever made love to. We are both very healthy.
Neither of us is into hard drugs or alcohol, although I smoke an occasional joint. I’ve tried to talk her into getting high with me for some time, but she has been brought up to think all drugs are bad. Finally, though, one day she broke down and promised that she would try it—”just as an experiment.”
A few weeks later, when my parents left town on a business trip, I had almost forgotten Allison’s promise. I called her up and told her to come over, because I had a surprise for her. Her parents were away, too, so she could stay the night. We talked, listened to music, and smoked pot well into the evening. I was becoming quite turned on, thinking of the possibilities. I was in one of my kinkier moods that night and a really far-out idea struck me. I grabbed her hand and led her upstairs into the bathroom. As we kissed, I removed her clothes. Then I ran into my room and grabbed a container of orgy butter that two of my friends had given me as a joke. I returned to Allison, who by that time was slowly masturbating.
I’ll admit that I was pretty stoned, and so was she. We continued kissing for a while, and we stroked each other’s body. Then I removed my clothes and started sucking on her nipples, which were poking out about half an inch. Grabbing a handful of orgy butter, I began to cover every inch of her body with a thick coat of the stuff. She looked so beautiful, standing there in the nude, shimmering in the light. I hungrily kissed her, sending my tongue down her throat, as I slipped my thumb deep inside her tight cunt.
She then applied the butter all over me in great globs. The feeling of that slippery stuff and her hands massaging my body brought me to a new high. I buttered the bottom of the bathtub before we slipped into it, giggling and moaning in pleasure. We fucked for about an hour before we both came.
After a short recovery, we slipped into the most sensual 69 position and I sucked her pussy until my tongue went numb. I could taste my come mixed with her pussy juices and the orgy butter. Just before I was about to come for a second time, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and shot about a gallon of hot sperm all over her tits and face. With my face still buried in her delicious pussy, I proceeded to massage my sperm into her stomach and tits.
After she had climaxed via my tongue, I asked her to roll over on her stomach. She knew what I was about to do, and she moaned as my thick cock eased its way into her ass. Gasping, she rolled on top of me, still keeping my cock up her ass, and started going into a hump-and-grind motion. She was pumping so fast that I couldn’t even focus on her hips. All of a sudden, she started screaming at the top of her lungs and her whole body started shaking. She swung her head back and sunk her weight down on my whole cock, which was pumping hot sperm into her.
We lay there for a few minutes, getting our breath back, before we took a long shower, kissing and rubbing each other’s body. We then dried each other off and went to bed, talking about all that had happened. Now we’re planning to do something outrageous every month, and if anything really interesting happens, you’ll be the first to know.—D.N., San Francisco, California
BUSINESSWOMAN GOES GOOFY OVER CANADIAN GUY
I’ve some pretty exciting adventures, many worthy of writing to Penthouse Letters about, but most of them occurred a few years ago, when I was in my mid-twenties and unmarried. At thirty-one, however, after being married for five years, I felt old and out of the romance game. No one had made a serious pass at me in a couple of years, although I do have a slim figure, long blond hair, and a thirty-seven-inch bust.
But all that changed last spring, when I was in Los Angeles on a business trip and got involved in an unexpected, romantic and sexually exciting affair. After visiting several of my company’s California offices for two weeks, and entertaining clients, I really had little energy left to enjoy myself—or so I thought.
One night, I decided to dress up and treat myself to a good dinner in L.A.’s posh marina area. As I waited for a free table, a man sat next to me at the bar and introduced himself as Gary. We talked until his table was announced. He took me to meet his friends, Larry and Tom. The three men talked me into joining them for dinner.
The four of us had a pleasant evening. I was especially interested in Tom, a Canadian who was being advised by Gary in the purchase of a new sailboat. Tom was handsome enough to be a male model—soft, thick, brown hair, a well-trimmed full beard, the most enchanting sea-blue eyes I’d ever seen, and a tall, slim, muscular body. He was only twenty-six.
Gary and Larry departed early, seeing that Tom and I had hit it off. After dinner, he and I had a drink and talked some more. Although Tom wanted to make a date for the next night, I politely declined. When I returned to my hotel, I couldn’t help wondering if I had made a mistake by not inviting him to come with me.
The next evening, I went for a nightcap at a lounge where I had become a regular. I began drowning my loneliness, wondering if I would ever see Tom again. There was a possibility that I would see him, since I’d told him that I usually had an evening cocktail at this lounge, but it seemed like a long-shot hope. I was overwhelmed, therefore, when Tom walked in at a little before nine and handed me a lovely pink rose.
I told him how sweet he was, and how surprised and happy I was to see him again. After we’d had a drink together, Tom excused himself and said he would be right back. I thought he was going to the men’s room, but he returned a few minutes later with another rose. Now I was altogether enchanted by this man.
Deciding to go and have a look at his new boat at the marina, we walked out to his fancy pickup. When I got in, I found twenty-two more roses on the seat. I was really blushing now. Tom explained that he had been prepared to bring the flowers into the lounge all night, one at a time, to show how he felt about me. By the time we arrived in the marina parking lot, we were both feeling pretty horny. Without even seeing his new boat, we turned around and drove back to my hotel.
In my room, we immediately began kissing passionately, and Tom soon started to undress me. The sight of my breasts caused him to gasp with admiration and desire. He caressed them and gently sucked my nipples, and I excitedly removed his shirt. He had a muscular chest and strong arms, and very little hair on his tanned body. Although I’d always preferred men with hairy chests, in Tom’s case it didn’t matter.
Tom kept saying that he loved me, that I had turned him on as no other woman ever had before. It didn’t sound corny because he was so sincere. Since I would be leaving California the next morning, we both knew that after this one night together, we probably would never see each other again.
It felt great to be in his arms, but I had one worry as he rose to take off his pants. What if his cock was small and thin? (We had not even made it to the bed. We were on the floor together.) Under his pants he was wearing ugly print bikini shorts, and I anxiously waited to see what treat they held. When the shorts came off, the most beautiful cock I had ever seen was revealed—long, thick, too big to be believed. I couldn’t contain my excitement as he slid down into a 69 position and we began to taste each other’s treats. It was one of the high points of my entire life-—and it only got better when he got on top of me to begin the most divine fucking I’ve ever known.
Tom’s energy seemed endless, and his erection never wilted. As he pumped it into my eager pussy, I soon felt the start of a wonderful orgasm. Usually, I have one short-lived orgasm and my excitement fades, but as Tom kept thrusting his splendid cock deep inside me, my cunt responded with the longest, keenest orgasm of my life. When I thought it was subsiding at last, it began to build again to an even greater crescendo of pleasure. I moaned and gasped “thank you” over and over again.
Tom was the most satisfying and considerate lover a woman could hope for. In a hundred years, I don’t think I could return the joy and gratification he gave me. When we were finally all fucked out, we moved to the bed for some sleep. As soon as we lay down, however, we began kissing and caressing again. His hands were all over my reawakening body, as if exploring it for the first time. Soon he was back on top of me, and we were fucking again with all our might.
The indescribable thrill of it was just as strong and wonderful as before. Tom called my name throughout, as I felt his throbbing cock fill my pussy with sweet, hot come. We were left exhausted and quickly fell asleep in each other’s arms. When we awoke, we showered together, and I shampooed his beautiful hair.
I cannot describe how we sadly lingered over breakfast, dreading that final good-bye. Wherever he is, I’d like Tom to know that it was a night of perfect love that I’ll never forget. I hope we meet again someday.—Name and address withheld
HE COMES TO NURSE’S AID; THROWS HER CUNT A CURVE
Recently I was in New Orleans, and I felt like celebrating after closing a very lucrative business deal. As I showered and dressed, I thought about finding a good hooker. Suddenly, I remembered a young woman from our town who had left for a nursing job in New Orleans.
My recollections of Linda were extremely pleasant, since she is a striking beauty, with gray-green eyes and long, dark hair. Extremely shapely, and just a year older than my married daughter, she is a cock-raising combination. Last summer, in the country club swimming pool, I got a hefty erection watching her porpoise through the water with her beautiful ass stuck up in the air.
The thought of fucking Linda was far-out and far-fetched, so I decided that it would be nice just to see her, even if we only shared a bottle of wine and a friendly dinner. I checked the phone book. Sure enough, her name and number were listed. I felt the onset of a throbbing hard-on when she answered the phone in that sweet, sexy voice that I remembered so well. We chatted for a while, and she readily accepted my dinner invitation.
When I arrived at Linda’s apartment, she looked breathtaking in a tight red dress with a slit that stopped just a few inches below hers. When we went out, I felt ten feet tall with such a fantastic dream woman on my arm.
We wined, dined and danced until almost midnight. After a few disco sets, we swayed cheek-to-cheek to a slow romantic number. Holding Linda’s divine tits and thighs against me ignited the fire in my cock and balls that I’d always imagined it would. She glanced up at me in angelic perplexity, as if she was surprised to be causing the big bulge that her cunt was pressing against. I kissed her on the forehead, and she pressed even closer, not in a teasing manner, but as if to volunteer herself in a sublime offering.
Linda suggested that we go to her apartment. As we drove there, she nestled close and ran her hand up and down my straining manhood. We went directly to her bedroom, kissing and hastily undressing one another.
Seeing her naked, perfect body created the largest, stiffest hard-on I had experienced in years. She, in turn, stared with wide-eyed delight at my aching, arched organ. My cock is close to a foot long, and curves downward to a large, purple, flanged head. Several years ago, in a Tokyo whorehouse, my girl called the madam in after she had washed and hardened me. The madam said it wasn’t unusual for American men to have curved organs. However, she admitted that mine was unusually large. They both played with it and hefted it, and before the evening was over, I had also sampled the delights of the informative madam.
Linda and I fell onto the bed in a 69 position. Her warm, moist pinkness came alive to my tongue, while she managed to take most of my cock down her pretty throat in expert fashion.
I have found that my flared, flanged glans acts much like a French tickler, and the curvature of my shaft constantly tantalizes ladies with large, swollen clits, usually delighting them into a multi-orgasmic frenzy. I was impatient to give Linda’s cunt a taste of my special tool.
Rolling over her, I jammed and jabbed the swollen head into her fiery, tight foxhole. With her moans urging me on, I slammed my curved cock into her straining, tender slit, jam-packing her gripping cunt. She began a multiorgasm as I pumped deeply and finally unloaded ball-draining gushes into the depths of her small, thrashing body. Later that night, she woke me, almost draining me again with her sweet mouth before I restrained her. I mounted her from the rear, then rolled over and twisted her around. She straddled me for another lingering love session that left my balls empty and her pussy full.
When I departed, early the next morning, she was smiling sweetly in her sleep. I smiled, too, as I reached for the doorknob, thinking that a session with this nurse was just what the doctor ordered.—Name and address withheld
HE PLAYS BALL BY DAY AND BALLS IT UP ALL NIGHT
I am a sophomore football player at a large California university. I was lucky enough to be recruited by dozens of colleges, and visiting six of them was very exciting. There’s one visit I’ll never forget and that’s why I am writing this letter.
My friend, Barry, and I were both recruited by a certain West Coast university. We were greeted at the airport by one of the assistant coaches of the football team. He treated us like kings, and we visited the best restaurants and the wealthiest areas in the city.
On our tour of the town, we saw some of the most sensational ladies that I’ve ever observed. More than anything, I wanted to get my dick wet. At the end of the day, several other recruits suggested that we go out on the town. Barry and I eagerly agreed, thinking of the beauties we had seen earlier.
Later, while we were standing outside a disco, three dazzling chicks walked by. The one that caught my eye was quite a knockout. Her skin was almost black, and she had a great pair of legs that she showed plenty of in her miniskirt. My dick got hard while I gazed longingly at her curved ass and a luscious set of melons that were about to pop out of her V-neck sweater.
We rushed into the disco, hot on the trail of these foxes. I went straight to the girl whose great body had caught my eye outside. She told me that her name was Sonya, and that she had graduated from the university a year ago. She was now doing PR work for a professional baseball team. When she found out that I was a football recruit, she was quite impressed. I am only five-foot-ten and one hundred eighty pounds. I told her that I hoped I wasn’t too small for college football. Sonya looked down at my bulging crotch and said, “You look big enough to me.” When she took out her car keys and looked toward the door, I gave my friends a signal to say that I would meet them back at the dorm.
When we got to Sonya’s apartment, we snorted a few lines of snow and immediately undressed. Kissing passionately, we fell upon her water bed, and my hands roamed freely over her splendid body. I had never seen such big tits on such a small frame. Her nipples were the size of half-dollars, and my mouth eagerly welcomed them.
Sonya told me that she was going to take control. She ordered me to lie on my back without moving. After I obeyed, she started to lick my toes and feet. She ran her tongue up the sides of my legs, and turned her dripping cunt toward my face. We were doing a 69, and she was sucking my nine-inch member like it was going out of style. As I was lapping Sonya’s cunt like a thirsty puppy, I shot a huge load all over her tits. Come ran down my balls and she licked off every drop.
After a short rest, all I wanted to do was fuck the hell out of her cunt. Within seconds, my dick became hard and swollen. Sonya got on top of it and began pumping slowly and rhythmically. The tempo soon got fast and furious as she started to come. She was moaning with pleasure. Her huge breasts were flopping in every direction. I grabbed both, and hung on for dear life as I shot off what seemed like a quart of hot juice.
After dropping two loads like those, most guys would be pretty drained. But, like most athletes, I have incredible stamina. Being an ass man at heart, I just had to get into Sonya’s back door before I would be satisfied.
I found some Vaseline in her bathroom and lubricated her ass and my prick. We got on all fours. I grabbed her perfect, round ass and shoved my cock into it. To my surprise, she took it in to the hilt, and it fit like a glove. I grabbed her huge tits, and we started fucking like two wild animals. Just before I was about to come, Sonya reached around and stuck her finger in my ass. I shot another full load into her rear, and we collapsed on the bed.
This great fucking session helped me make my decision. I enrolled in school the next day, certain that I could score as well off the field as on it. I haven’t been disappointed yet.—Name and address withheld
SAD STORY TURNS SWEET: MARY-ROSE FINALLY GETS SATISFACTION
I first met Mary-Rose ten years ago. At that time, she was a cashier in a fast-food restaurant. Mary-Rose was the most luscious redhead I had ever seen; she reeked of sex. Her melon-size boobs and firm ass belong in a museum of natural wonders. When I first set eyes on her, my raging hard-on made it almost impossible for me to order a burger and fries. Before I could eat, I had to run to the men’s room and jack off, dreaming of a more appetizing “fur burger.” My sex life at that time was nonexistent, but my sex drive was at its peak. After three or four visits to that restaurant, all with the same result, I finally got up the courage to ask Mary-Rose for a date.
Our date was far from perfect, and, after dropping Mary-Rose off, I turned once again to my trusty fist. A couple of weeks later, I called her and she asked me to stop by at a house where she was baby-sitting. When I arrived, her younger sister was with her and offered to keep an eye on things while Mary-Rose and I went out to my car for some privacy.
After some heavy petting, I told her how much I craved her crimson pussy. She told me that she never went all the way, but she released my throbbing cock and gave me my first and most memorable blow job. Afterward, she said she’d changed her mind and would let me make love to her, but, for the moment, she had to go back inside so her sister would not become too suspicious.
For two weeks I dreamed of nothing but that blow job and imagined what my first fuck would be like. The anticipation drove me to jack off four or five times a day. The big day finally arrived and Mary-Rose and I went to the house of a friend who had offered his water bed for my use. After a lot of fumbling, due to my inexperience as well as the sloshing of the water bed, we finally got a rhythm going and shifted into a 69 position—another first for me. I loved it and Mary-Rose went wild when I sucked her. Much to my shame, I could not obtain a full erection. My God, there she was right in front of me, begging to be fucked, and me with no rod! In desperation, I forced my semi-erect cock into the tightest, wettest pussy I have ever felt, and immediately shot my wad. I was so disappointed and embarrassed that I didn’t call her again, even though she was very encouraging and understanding after my failure.
Over the next eight years, I traveled extensively, married, and continued to beat off to the memory of Mary-Rose, which never failed to give me a rock-hard boner. After a few years, I made several attempts to contact Mary-Rose, but without success. Then, a year ago, when I was at a party with my wife, who should walk up to me but Mary-Rose? My cock became engorged at the sight of her.
For months after that, our paths crossed continually, but nothing ever came of it except for a raging hard-on. Then one day we unexpectedly met at a bar. After talking, we ended up at her apartment and reenacted our first 69. She was again begging me to fuck her love box. This time I did. And on many more occasions as well.
She is still the most luscious nymph I’ve ever seen and I love to pound into her throbbing cunt as well as her gorgeous ass. What’s even better is that she says she comes with nobody as well as she does with me. I hope to continue this relationship with Mary-Rose for many more years.—Name and address withheld
FRUSTRATED WIFE TAKES CO-WORKER LOVER MAKES HUBBY JERK OFF
I am a fairly attractive thirty-six-year-old waitress who gets propositioned quite often at work. Being a loyal wife, although not a satisfied one, I have always declined these invitations. However, after fighting with my husband for a week, I was extremely horny. When John, a handsome, twenty-six-year-old co-worker, offered me a ride home late one night, I accepted eagerly. On the way to my house he stopped the car in a deserted area, and we could both feel a sexual charge in the air. He put his arm around me, and I timidly let him fondle my breast. As we kissed, he slipped the zipper of my uniform down and reached inside to undo my bra. I started trembling as he grabbed my naked tits and began passionately sucking them. He ran his tongue all over my breasts, nipples and neck as his hand glided along my nylon-clad thighs. John pushed my skirt over my hips and let his hand slide up to my crotch. My panty hose were soaking wet, and I was embarrassed when the strong smell of my cunt juices started filling the car. I was so hot by this time that I began to hump against his hand. At that point, I think John knew he could do anything he wanted to me.
When he took my hand and guided it to his crotch, I was delighted to find nine inches of rock-hard cock (my husband’s is only five inches). He opened his belt and zipper, and pulled his jeans down to his knees. When his shorts followed, I couldn’t take my eyes off that super tool—his balls looked like small grapefruits! I nervously wrapped a fist around his giant shaft and jerked it up and down. John moaned his approval, and my hand worked faster and faster. I continued stroking him furiously, until he forced me to stop, saying he would shoot off if I kept doing it for another second. He pulled my legs up on the seat, forcing them wide apart. He leaned forward, finally placing his mouth directly over the large wet spot on my panty hose. As he ate my cunt right through the sheer nylon, I had a wonderful orgasm.
After I came, John pulled my head down to his lap and I took as much of his huge, stiff cock in my mouth as I could. I loved watching him pull and tug on his balls while I sucked him. Taking the hint, I also ran my hand between his legs, squeezing and pinching his love-sacks. Seconds later, he filled my eager mouth with his thick, gooey semen. Since the size of his load matched the size of his organs, I couldn’t swallow fast enough, and his come ran down both sides of my mouth.
After resting for a while, John had me play with his cock again, until it stood up like a flagpole. He pulled my panty hose down to my ankles, and I got down on my hands and knees so he could fuck me doggie-style. When I was almost ready to come, he pulled out of my cunt and attacked my rear with his juicy cock. I screamed as he rammed his rod into my asshole, and fingered my cunt while he pumped a hot load deep into my cheeks. After he pulled out, I wet my fingers with his come and stroked my aching clit while I stared at his red, drained prick. After I came in a wave of violent spasms, I cleaned us both up with some Kleenex, and John drove me home. We arranged another date and passionately kissed good night.
I was still horny after I had undressed, so I masturbated in the bathroom while my husband slept. I guess the excitement of John’s cock was too much, as I awoke and had to masturbate twice again during the night. After my husband dressed and left for work in the morning, I pulled my nightgown over my hips and stuck the handle of my hairbrush in my ass as I fingered myself silly. After coming, I stared at my swollen pussy and daydreamed about fucking John in a few hours. I was fully satisfied as I felt the warm, wet sheets under my ass that were soaked with my come.
That night, John picked me up after my shift and we drove to our secluded spot. It was another evening of fantastic sex as I eagerly took his meaty tool in every hole of my body. I was totally content after having about five orgasms.
When I returned home, I guess my husband didn’t hear me come in. I entered the bedroom and found him lying totally nude, with the covers down around his ankles. His face was covered by the issue of Penthouse Letters he had been reading, and his hand was rapidly jerking on his stiff cock. He jumped when he heard me, and I said, “If you soil those sheets, I’ll make you lick it up.” He was so embarrassed that he was at a total loss for words. I continued scolding him in a harsh voice, and shouted, “So that’s what you do while I’m out working myself to death!” I told him to finish himself off, but to do it in the bathroom. He begged me to fuck him, but I told him it was his own hand or nothing. I stood in the bathroom doorway and watched him sit on the toilet and jerk himself off. When he was done, I pretended to still be angry, saying, “Now get to bed, you little sneak.” If he only knew.—Name and address withheld
KEVIN FUCKS SWEETIE TWO DOZEN TIMES AS RAIN PATTERS ON ROOF
I am a college student from central Illinois and have been dating Kevin for almost one year. We usually fuck seven times a week, but lately our sex life has taken an upward thrust. Last week, for example, our sex life more than tripled. In seven days we fucked twenty-four times. I don’t have the time or space to write about the whole week, but I will tell you about one weekend.
It was a rainy evening, perfect for staying in, I thought to myself as I pulled into the drive. Not knowing what to expect, I opened the door with anticipation. Even though we have been going together for almost one year, my desire for Kevin has only increased. As I went inside, all I heard was the rain on the roof and the music on the stereo. I could see that Kevin was well prepared. I walked through the house to the bedroom, where I knew he would be. I stripped off my clothes all the way. Kevin was lying in bed, his beautiful eight and one-half inches throbbing with anticipation of what was to come.
At the sight of this, I could feel my already damp pussy become even wetter. I was ready to fuck right then, but I could see that he had other ideas. He poured me a glass of wine and had me lie on the bed and get comfortable. He started licking my ear and nibbling my neck, his hands dancing lightly over my breasts. He continued his journey downward, licking and nibbling all the way. Then on to my second-favorite thing in this world, being eaten. He ran his tongue up and down my pussy lips and then savagely attacked my clit, licking it up and down and side to side, exciting me to the verge of frenzy.
At this point, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him upon me. Then I spread my legs and guided him into me. However, I decided to make him wait and asked him to lie on his back so that I could taste his gorgeous cock. I cupped his balls in one hand (a difficult task, since he has such lovely huge ones) and with my other one guided him into my mouth, knowing that as I did so, he would begin moaning with pleasure. Sure enough, I began hearing low moans, telling me I was doing the job right. Then I concentrated on flicking my tongue over his balls and down to his ass, sticking my tongue up his hole and driving him wild. Then I licked my way back up to the head, covering every inch of his cock with my tongue.
Kevin could take no more and abruptly flipped me onto my back, entering me with one hard thrust. As he began pumping furiously, he covered my neck and face with kisses. I wrapped my legs around him, and I could feel myself climbing to the heights of ecstasy that Kevin always brings me to. In two more fierce thrusts he joined me in the climax of a truly beautiful fuck. We lay there for a while catching our breath and pouring wine down our parched throats. We talked and smoked cigarettes. Soon Kevin started kissing me in such a way that I knew he was ready to fuck again, and so it went all weekend. The only time we were in our clothes was for a few hours when some friends dropped in unexpectedly. It had to be the most exciting weekend I have ever had.—L.L., Jacksonville, Florida
AH, SUCH WERE THE JOYS: BOY LOSES VIRGINITY
I have read letters in your magazine dealing with all sorts of sex, but rarely is there a narrative on that most memorable of moments: the loss of virginity, male or female. When I was a lad of seventeen in Europe forty years ago, the moral standards were far stricter than those of today. I had many girlfriends, but on only one memorable occasion had I been lucky enough to get further than cupping a breast through layers of fabric. I had my arm around a girl whom I had taken to the movies and was able to insinuate my hand into the rather capacious neckline of her dress. However, I barely managed to get my fingers onto her hard, little nipple before she withdrew my hand.
Most of us were still in school, so anything that cost money was a rarity. Our dates were usually spent in the local woods, necking frantically. The girl and I had been into the woods several times before, and we had reached the stage of my fondling her small but firm breasts. As she had a penchant for high-necked dresses, any attempt to advance in that direction would have been futile.
It was a warm summer evening and I had made a rather poor joke about girls’ legs. She pushed me off her and in mock indignation demanded that I check her legs to see “if they aren’t the best you’ve ever seen!” She was wearing a skirt of standard length—a little below the knee—and no stockings. I still am not sure if it was by accident or if she had decided to act the temptress, but when she pulled up her skirt for my appraisal I could see the crotch of her panties. That whiteness contrasting with the tan of her thighs is still crystal-clear in my memory.
I was thrilled at the sight and eased her back onto the grass, smothering her with kisses in hopes of sealing off any protest as I moved my right hand to her thighs. She closed her legs and moved a hand to stop me, but as I touched the fabric and relished the feeling of the stubble beneath, she relaxed her grip on my arm. Soon I felt her moisten and her kisses became more responsive.
At each fresh step along the way she moved as if to stop me, then she would relax and I would take advantage of my position. I slowly worked my fingers around the edge of the panties. Then I pulled at them until I could move the fabric aside to get freer access. Now with my right hand caressing her sexually and my left arm around her shoulders, I was faced with the young seducer’s problem. How could I get my pants unfastened? Many kisses later I had freed my arm and moved it down to my fly. The fact that I too was soaking with excitement did nothing to help me free my penis.
I slid across until I was lying on top of her and gradually eased her legs apart with my knees. I was gripping my penis in my hand by this time and when I touched it against her vagina I was far too excited to take things gently anymore. In a frenzy I was in to the hilt and uncontrollably letting fly. The sensation was so exquisite that I could not have made any voluntary move, least of all withdrawn.
Both rather embarrassed, we rearranged our clothes and I took her home. It wasn’t until the following evening, when we had reconciled ourselves to the fact that we had gone all the way, that I produced the contraception jelly I had been carrying hopefully for some months. She let me introduce it into her after she had removed her pants, and during the next couple of hours we enjoyed our newfound thrill seven or eight times. These days I don’t have that kind of energy anymore, but I have learned a lot of tricks over the years!—D.T., Toronto, Ont., Canada
RESPIRATORY THERAPIST CURES HORNY INTERN WITH BLOW JOB AND MORE
I am a medical intern, on call every third night at the hospital. I’d begun to wonder if I would ever find time for sex during this busy year of training. Between my exhausting duties, which sometimes keep me up for thirty-six hours straight, and my need for sleep to recuperate, I’d begun to resign myself to my condition of unrelieved horniness. However, the other night I stumbled upon a way to combine business with pleasure.
Julia, a sandy-haired beauty, is a respiratory therapist at the hospital. She has a figure that will make any man breathe faster. She’d caught my eye long before we first jokingly discussed our fantasies. She had just completed her evening shift when I boldly suggested that she spend the night with me in the interns’ call room. If she drove home, I explained, she would encounter dangerous road conditions after a heavy snowstorm that day. She blushed and grinned coyly, not taking me seriously at all.
During the next few days, however, the thought of this forbidden breach of professionalism kept recurring to me, and I began to see just how easily it might be accomplished. Julia and I continued to joke about the possibility until we each realized that the other was serious. It developed into a dare from which neither of us wanted to back down.
I felt a glow of excitement as I went about my duties on the night that Julia had agreed to bring her nightgown and toothbrush to work and to spend the night with me in the call room. I figured out how to escort her from our meeting place in the doctors’ lounge to the interns’ call room on the fifth floor with the least possibility of being discovered. We met in the doctor’s lounge after I had tucked three wards of patients into bed and she had finished her ministrations to a wheezing asthmatic.
Half in disbelief, I walked Julia to her locker to get her nightie and toothbrush. My heart raced as I envisioned her buxom figure clad in a transparent negligee. To my joy, when she opened her locker, I saw a scanty black lace nightie hanging there. Aware that my fantasy would soon become reality, I had to fold my white coat over my green surgical pajamas to hide the growing bulge. In a trance of excitement and daring determination, we hurried through the dimly lit halls to my assigned call room, where I usually manage to get no more than two or three hours of light sleep. We arrived with pounding chests and heaved sighs of relief as we fell into each other’s arms.
Julia modestly stepped into the closet to put on her nightie. I surveyed the narrow single bed where on other nights I had masturbated while reading Penthouse Letters before falling asleep at three or four in the morning. Next to the bed was the telephone, with its threat of interruption, which heightened my awareness of the present moment and of the sensual pleasures we were about to experience. I moved the bed away from the bare wall, for I knew that another intern slept on the other side.
When Julia emerged from the closet in her revealing nightie, I put my arms around her and led her to the bed, now lit up like a stage by a single lamp. I put her at ease by starting slowly to massage her soft shoulders while I sat astride her barely concealed hips. Lying on her stomach, she felt the hardness of my cock growing against the cheeks of her ass.
She rolled over on her back, trembling with excitement. With a wild look in her eyes, she drew me down next to her. We pressed our bodies together and I began to stroke her ample breasts through the nightie. The lace straps fell easily from her shoulders, exposing her magnificent chest, and I began licking and sucking her small, hard nipples. She deftly untied the drawstring on my surgical pajamas and positioned herself to suck my inflamed member. I stroked her wet pussy and thighs while she moved her mouth up and down my hot rod like a piston.
I was on the verge of an orgasm when she pulled herself away from my throbbing penis and snuggled at my side while we kissed, our tongues darting back and forth between our gaping mouths. I pushed her gently on her back and found her wet love box with my tongue after softly biting her inner thighs. Julia rocked her hips slowly, pressing her moist clit into my mouth while my tongue explored her wetness. I brought her to several shaking orgasms in succession with my educated tongue while she bit her lips and screamed into the pillow to muffle her passionate cries.
Then, when we were lying side by side again, she deftly grasped my penis and guided it to her swollen clitoris and used it to massage herself to a frenzy of excitement. I slid my fingers into her dripping pussy just before she erupted into another orgasm. I felt her vagina contract rhythmically. Unable to hold back any longer, I pushed her on her back and thrust my aching penis into her pulsating tunnel of love. For what seemed like hours of ecstasy, I thrust deep inside her tight vagina as she thrust her hips up to meet me with each stroke. We stiffened and rocked spasmodically as we came together, oblivious to the danger of discovery as we cried out and shook the bed.
Exhausted, we drifted off to sleep, hoping that no one who had overheard the ruckus had been bold enough to investigate the unfamiliar sounds. Several peaceful hours later, the phone rang and I received my first assignment of the day.
Later that morning, when I ran into the intern who is assigned to the room next to mine, I inquired as to how he had slept that night. He replied that he’d had a restful night of more than six hours of much-needed sleep. I only grinned and nodded as if to say “Me, too.” If he only knew what a restful evening I had had!—Name and address withheld
MEETS HER IN STORE; FUCKS HER—AND MORE!
I am a twenty-six-year-old single man who has had a very satisfactory sex life. It was also quite normal and routine until last Monday. I was out doing some shopping in the afternoon, browsing in a store here in Portland, when a vision of loveliness in a red dress appeared. She had long, perfectly shaped legs, firm upthrusting breasts, and brown hair that fell straight to her shoulders. She also had the most sensuous pair of lips I had ever laid eyes on. I also noticed that she was wearing a wedding ring. I was eyeing her magnificent body, which the dress revealed to perfection, trying to decide whether I should approach her in order to strike up a conversation. Then her husband appeared. I felt deeply let down as they went off together and took my hopes with them.
I then decided to get something to drink at the store’s cafeteria. After getting a Coke, I was approaching a table when I saw the lovely woman with her husband sitting nearby. I decided to take a seat across from them so that I could at least enjoy looking. She was facing me, and her husband had his back to me. She was sitting with her legs crossed, exposing her marvelous thighs. I had been staring and wondering what it would be like to be between them when I looked up and saw her looking intently at me. She smiled and I smiled back, thinking that at least she knew I was admiring her body. Then she surprised and delighted me very much by reaching under the table and pulling her skirt up higher on her thighs. As she did this, she slowly crossed her legs to the other side, revealing her dark, luxuriant bush. Interpreting this as a definite come-on and feeling very horny, I looked at her and silently mouthed the words “I want you.” I then held an imaginary telephone receiver to my ear and pointed to myself and then to her while mouthing “Can I call you?” She said something to her husband, who appeared to be utterly ignorant of what was happening right under his nose. Suddenly, he got up and took her cup to get some more coffee. She took a pencil and paper out of her purse and began to write something. When she had finished, she folded the paper and placed it under the napkin holder while she smiled seductively at me. Then she got up, took her coat and went to tell her husband that she didn’t want any more coffee after all. As soon as they left, I went over to see her note. It said that her name was Lynne, and that she wanted to sec me that very night at six o’clock. She’d also written down her address.
I knocked on her door precisely at the appointed time. The door opened, and there she stood in a very sheer green negligee that showed her body off well. Her breasts were crowned with the biggest nipples I had ever seen. Before I could say or do anything, she led me inside and unzipped my pants, releasing my throbbing cock. Her tongue and lips surrounded it, and the sensation was unbelievable. She licked and sucked it until I thought I couldn’t stand the intensity of the pleasure. I soon had the most explosive orgasm I’d ever had.
We talked for a while, and she played with my cock, trying to bring it back to life. She told me that her husband worked nights and wouldn’t be home until after midnight. We then undressed each other, and I sank my tongue in her deliciously moist pussy. As I was eating her and she was writhing around the living-room floor in ecstasy, I was suddenly aware of a second pair of hands fondling me. I looked around and couldn’t believe my eyes. Standing there was Lynne’s identical twin! She said, “My name is Sue, but don’t let me interrupt you.” As I ate Lynne to the point of orgasm, Sue masturbated me with the touch of an expert.
To make a long story short, a lot of that night was spent sucking and fucking and generally having a very merry time. I did have to leave before Lynne’s husband came home, however. It seems that these two thirty-year-old identical-twin sexpots do this quite often. They told me that one of them goes out, picks up an unsuspecting stranger and makes a date. Then she calls her sister and the two of them fuck the lucky stranger silly. I’m glad that I was one of their targets.—Name and address withheld