Float Downstream
Until a couple of weeks ago, probably like the majority of your readers, I had never had a sexual experience that deserved special notice. But a very special and unusual experience came my way recently aboard my ski boat after the annual river raft race.
I had invited two girls to come along with me in my boat to watch the day’s events and to catch some sun. At the last moment, Karen had to cancel because of a sick relative.
Fortunately, though, Toni said she would still like to go. After leaving the dock, Toni and I had a swell time taking in all the sights, sipping cold beer and soaking up the rays.
Toni wore a sexy black string bikini that left very little to the imagination. After we’d jumped overboard to cool off, I could see the outline of her nipples through the material. This was a real turn-on, because I had often thought of making it with her and caressing those sexy breasts.
When the raft race was over, Toni and I decided to take a cruise down the river to get away from the wakes thrown up by all the other boats. After we’d gone several miles, Toni asked if Rich, a friend of ours, really skied naked. I laughed, told her it was true, and asked Toni if she wouldn’t like to give it a try. I couldn’t believe my ears when she said it sounded like fun.
My delight turned to disappointment, however, when I remembered that I had left the skis and other accessories at home to give us more room in the boat. I offered to find a secluded spot so we could take a dip in the buff, which, I assured Toni, was almost as much fun. She said she would give it a try if I agreed to turn around while she slipped out of her suit and jumped into the water. I gave her my promise and looked the other way until I heard her splash into the river; then I dropped my cutoffs and leapt overboard to join her.
We splashed and played for a while, and I “accidentally” brushed up against her breasts a couple of times. When Toni said she was ready to get out of the water and dry off, I climbed into the boat and helped her over the side. To my amazement, she then laid herself back on the seat, naked. I sat at her feet and she began to playfully massage my stiffening cock with her feet. It was a turn-on to see her painted toes playing with my cock.
I moved up beside her, touched her breast, and kissed her gently on the lips. I moved my hand slowly down her stomach and stopped at her navel before moving lower to her silky mound. Toni gave me no sign of objection, so I slipped my hand between her thighs and began to caress her pussy lips. Soon I had a finger inside her rapidly moistening cunt. Her juices really began to flow when I touched her clitoris.
I began to position myself so I could fuck her, but Toni said she didn’t have any contraceptives and that she feared getting pregnant. After I promised to pull out when I began to come, she leaned back on the boat seat, drew her knees toward her chest, and spread her legs for me. Her nipples were standing at attention and droplets of water still clung to her blond pubic hair. Her outer lips were spread flowerlike to either side of her swollen, red cunt.
Together we guided my cock into it. What an amazing experience it was to see my cock being slowly swallowed by her pussy. I pulled out almost to the tip of my cock and then penetrated her again. When her warm, tight pussy was well lubricated, I pistoned in and out with a steady rhythm. Toni’s brown eyes were closed, and she had a smile on her lips. I hoped I could bring her to orgasm before I had to pull out.
When the time came, with great reluctance I withdrew my pulsing cock just as the first drops of sperm began to spurt out. My gooey, hot wad landed on Toni’s inner thighs and stomach. Toni sat up and took my drooling cock in her hand and worked the shaft up and down, letting my come dribble over her fingers. She leaned forward, took the head of my cock in her mouth, ran her tongue and lips over it, and licked off every drop of sperm.
When Toni had licked me clean, I reached down to touch her damp pussy. She leaned back down and pulled her knees up, letting her legs rest on my shoulders. I thrust my tongue into her cunt and tickled her clitoris until her breathing grew heavy and her stomach muscles tightened. A quiet, muffled cry escaped from her lips as she climaxed.
After Toni’s orgasm we both just leaned on each other, exhausted. While we cleaned ourselves up in the water, she told me that this was the first time she had experienced oral sex. I asked if she had enjoyed it. Of course she said yes—adding that she had never climaxed before except when she’d masturbated at home with a brush handle.
Dusk was falling when we dressed and began the seven- or eight-mile trip back upriver. Toni and I have since become very good friends, but we’ll have to say good-bye at the end of summer, when she leaves for college. We’ll make the most of the weeks remaining and look forward to our college vacations.—Name and address withheld by request
TABLES TURNED, WITH A VENGEANCE
Last year I attended a southern university where I was a cheerleader for the football and basketball teams. I’ve always been considered quite attractive. I have a deep suntan and a flawless complexion, and although my breasts are not huge, they are ample for my small, well-proportioned body (34-24-32). I’ve never had any trouble getting guys to notice me, and I must admit that I’ve had fun prick-teasing since coming to college.
I try to wear the shortest cutoff jeans that I can without being tacky and I always wear shirts that button down the front, leaving the top four buttons undone when possible. And, of course, I always go braless. It’s fun to see how distracted the jocks get when talking to me.
Although I tease a lot, I haven’t had many sexual encounters because I’ve always been particular. I’ll only go out with a guy who is well-built, well-hung, and, more important, cute as hell! I’ve had a few guys of this type to myself already, but I grew tired of them after a few weeks and told them to scram. This semester, though, I learned a lesson.
I was in my first class, a biology lab, when in walked this guy whose appearance left me breathless. He was about five feet ten and blond as hell, with a deep tan that complemented his hair. He had on a pair of light blue cutoffs that were oh-so-very short. You could even see the outline of his balls. He wore his shirt out over his pants and left it open all down the front. This, I might add, always turns me on. I asked the girl next to me who he was. She said that his name was Paul and he was a member of the swim team.
A few days later I bumped into him in class. He looked at me and gave me a smile. I nearly melted away and said something stupid. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what made this guy so sexy. His smile seemed to say, “If you’re a good girl, I might let you suck me off someday.”
I was more than ready. During our next class period together, my lust intensified. He came into class late, as usual. I figured he came in late so everyone would look at him. He sat down next to me and said, “Boy, it’s hot as hell out there.”
Although his cutoffs fit very tightly everywhere, they were a little loose around his narrow waist, leaving the whole female population eager to slip a hand down there. The combination of his large, well-developed chest, small waist, tight ass, cute smile, and a few droplets of sweat here and there made him unbearably sexy. I told him that I was a cheerleader, which seemed to impress him. I leaned forward a few times as we spoke, exposing a little more of my body than he expected, and that impressed him even more. I asked him if we could get together sometime, glancing down at his crotch and then looking him in the eye with a sexy smile. He said he’d think about it. I couldn’t believe it.
He walked out of class with several other studs, his tight ass swaying. His crotch was stuffed to the point of bursting the seams of his cutoffs. As for me, my pussy was soaking wet.
Well, that night he called me up. One of the guys on the swim team was having a party, he said, and I could come if I wished. I asked him if he was inviting me. He said he already had a date, but I could go to the party with them. His date wouldn’t mind, he said. It sounded strange, but I agreed. He told me to wear a bathing suit. Well, I had a nice-fitting suit, but I wanted to show this stud that I could be uninhibited and sexy, so I went out and bought a tiny string bikini that blended almost perfectly with my tan. It was a rich deep brown. You could hardly tell where the suit began and my bronzed body left off.
About an inch of my ass crack was visible above the top of the suit. I thought I’d have to shave around my pussy to wear it, but I decided that if some of my pubes showed, it would only be more sexy. The top wouldn’t have covered two golf balls, let alone my size-34 boobs.
The chick he was taking to the party was blond like him, well-tanned, and built beautifully. She hung all over him and didn’t mind other girls at the party doing the same. I felt a little out of place. There was Paul, in a very small bikini bathing suit, playing around with several girls at poolside. All these beautiful girls in string bikinis were hanging all over him, eager to get into his pants, and you could see that he didn’t even have a hard-on. He was very well-hung to be sure. You could see the outline of his prick and nuts, but he never got hard. Occasionally he’d flash that smile at me and drive me wild, but I was getting ready to give up on him when he said that he and Sally were ready to leave and wanted to know if I wanted to go with them. He was treating me badly, but I still had one thing on my mind: sucking him off.
“Listen,” he said, with Sally standing right next to him, “we’re going to my place to fuck around. Do you want to come?”
“What about Sally?” I asked.
“We just met yesterday,” he said (and she laughed). “If you’re not coming, I’ll go inside and get one of those other chicks.”
“Okay,” I said, thinking to myself how lucky I was, and I put on my blouse. Before leaving, Paul put on his cutoffs. He didn’t wear a shirt, though, and I was beginning to fantasize in the car en route to his place.
Sally tried to put me at ease. As we walked to the apartment she told me, “Listen, he is one of the most popular hunks on campus. He spends half the day in the sun and the other half in the sack, getting laid. It takes a lot to satisfy him. He won’t sleep with just one chick at a time. He insists on two.”
When we entered his apartment, he lay back on the bed. Sally was still wearing her bikini, so he simply pulled the strings and let it fall away. When he touched me, I thought I’d go wild. He unbuttoned the front of my shirt and said, “Your tits are just the right size.” He told me to strip while he watched. While I did as he said, Sally was rubbing her hands all over his body. I looked at his crotch, which appeared stiff but not really hard. He brought out some suntan lotion and told us to oil him down. Sally and I enjoyed that, oiling him down in his cutoffs while we both were nude. Finally he said that we could strip him.
We unbuttoned and unzipped the front of his shorts, just as I had done so many times in my imagination. Out popped the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen. It was tanned and rooted in a tangle of blond hair. I wondered how he’d ever got a suntanned dick.
He told Sally to sit on his face because he’d been wanting to eat her all night long. Then he looked at me with that special smile and said, “Laura, go ahead and do whatever you like.”
His cock tasted sweeter than any I’d ever sucked before. As I put his big dick in my mouth, it started to grow. I pulled the foreskin back to maximize his pleasure. I saw his pole grow to eight inches while I slurped away. He told Sally to dismount because he wanted to watch me suck him off. He looked at me between his legs with a big smile on his face. “Do you like what you’re doing?” he asked. I slurped a big yes. “If you do a good job,” he said, “I may let you do it again sometime, but I’m afraid there’s a long waiting list.”
I couldn’t believe this. What really drove me wild with desire was that he wasn’t teasing. It was true. All the chicks wanted to suck him off. “Sally, give Laura a hand,” he commanded. Sally quickly began tonguing the base of his dick while I worked over the tip.
Wanting to really turn him on, I stared him straight in the eye while blowing him. “Stud,” I whispered to him. He could see the pleasure in my face. “Please come,” I pleaded as I lapped away. He had a big grin on his face as he lay back and savored the experience. Paul definitely enjoyed sex; it just took him a little longer to get worked up because he had so much of it. He came in big squirts. I lapped up his come and swished it around in my mouth like vintage wine. He liked that.
“Give me a few more minutes, babe, and round two will begin. Sit on my face while you’re waiting. And Sally,” he said, “why not get behind Laura and help me massage her tits,” After a few minutes Paul said that he was getting hard again and wanted to fuck.
“Listen, Laura, you get under me. I want you to massage my balls and eat me while I fuck Sally. But take it easy massaging my balls. I had a rough day at practice today.” So Sally and Paul went at it doggie-style while I crawled under. It looked neat to see Paul’s dick sliding in and out of Sally’s blond snatch.
I told Paul to stick just the head of his prick into Sally’s pussy so I could get more tongue on the situation. He liked the idea and said that it felt fine that way. When he came, I got out from under and grabbed him around the waist. His ass looked so neat. There were no bathing suit marks to spoil his suntan. I massaged his buns until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I was crazy with lust. So was Sally. But he fell asleep while she and I were trying to suck him off. He was tired. He’d had a rough day.
The next day, I waited for him at class. He came in late, as usual. He looked at me with his if-you’re-lucky-you-can-suck-me smile and winked like I’ve see him do with so many other chicks. I asked if I could help him after class and he told me that while he really had enjoyed my company the other night, he had already invited some “help” over to his apartment. He said that he might call me in the future if he thinks of it.—L.K., Baton Rouge, Louisiana
HAPPY ENDING WITH OLDER MAN
I am a twenty-six-year-old Canadian reader of your magazine. I first came across Penthouse Forum about seven years ago, when I was in the middle of a very bad marriage to an abusive drunk. We never made love; he just fucked me and I never got any pleasure from it.
I remember reading your magazine at the time, and being struck by the fact that the men and women who wrote to you told of loving, sexual experiences wherein both of the adults involved enjoyed and took pleasure from the experience. I used to fantasize about some of the letters, not so much because I was titillated by the sex, but because of the respect and love shown between the partners, even during casual encounters.
Eventually I got out of the marriage and moved to this province.
I landed the job I have now about three years ago. I am one of four secretaries in one department of a large organization in my city. It was at this office where the incident that I want to relate to you happened.
I had been on the job for only eight months. Since I had the least seniority, I ended up with the late lunch hour. I had few friends and, thanks to my husband, I did not trust men in my age group. As a consequence, I spent a lot of lonely hours in the empty lunch room.
One of my co-workers was a man named Darryl. He was fifty-three years old, a very polite and quiet man, who reminded me of a gray elf. He was not handsome, but he had a lovely smile. He started to visit me in the lunch room. His visits gradually became longer until, by the time my first year at the office was up, we were spending nearly the whole lunch hour together. I grew to love his smile, and I asked him out to dinner. On our first date, walking back to the car, I took his hand, but it was four more dates before I was able to convince him to come up to my apartment. We had been to a concert of classical music that evening and Darryl was still humming a melody from the performance when, on impulse, I took his hands and kissed him. He studied me intently for a few moments before kissing me back.
I led him into my bedroom. I could feel myself getting aroused, even though I had never had a reason to want a man before. At the time, I didn’t know what Darryl thought of me, but I was trying to get his clothes off, and moaning and pressing hungrily against him. He slowed my movements and undid my blouse. I felt his beard go down my chest, and he drew one of my nipples into his mouth. It felt incredible. He massaged my breasts, sucking on one nipple, then the other. Then he gently kissed my stomach before straightening and removing my clothes. I remember he looked at me quietly through all this. I only found out later that he had been amazed that so young a woman would want him.
I felt his mouth against the hair on my pussy. His tongue went right between my pussy lips and licked straight up to my clit. After he did this, he lifted his head. I smiled at him, but I think I was trembling too. Anyway, reassured by my smile, he returned to my pussy and licked me with long, deep strokes, each one ending on my clit. I held the back of his head, panting. I felt him gently nibble on my clit, and his hands came under my ass to pull me hard against his mouth. I came wildly, bucking and tensing against his mouth.
Darryl came back up quickly and gently pushed the head of his penis between my pussy lips. I pulled my legs up, grabbed his ass, and pulled the rest of his very hard penis inside of me. He thrust hard a few times, then his penis went rigid. He buried his face in my neck, moaned slightly, and his penis throbbed as he came.
After a rest in his arms, while he kissed me over and over, I took his hand and put it on my pussy. His penis was soft but he kissed me deeply and rubbed my pussy and breasts until I climaxed again. Then we fell asleep.
In the morning, before he was awake, I took his penis in my mouth and sucked it until it was hard. That woke him up and we made love beautifully, though we were nearly late for work.
We’ve been together now for two years and have lived together a year and a half. It hasn’t always been easy. Because of the difference in our ages, some people tend to stare and some make rude comments. Darryl does not discuss his personal life at work, and although the whole staff knows by now, I don’t discuss it either, in deference to Darryl. We find a lot of joy in each other.
I have written to you because your letters reflect a wide range of couples and because I want to shout my happiness to someone. I just want to say a few things, I guess in answer to questions that people have rudely asked me and that I would not answer. But if I did respond to these questions, the following is what I would say.
Yes, my bad marriage probably did turn me in the direction of an older man, but we have stayed together because we make each other happy. Since I have had such pleasure with him, I find him beautiful, and he seems to think I am beautiful too. And in answer to that one very rude question, Darryl does not need to be “jump-started.” We make love a lot, and I’m beginning to tease him by saying that he really is a dirty old man. There are very few times when he does not get a hard-on. At those times, his tongue is ever able and ready, and it is just as satisfying. Though I have never asked him to go down on me (especially since I know what a devil of a time he has getting my pussy smell out of his beard), he seems to enjoy doing it.—Name and address withheld
TAKIN’ IT TO THE MATS
I‘ve enjoyed wrestling ever since I first watched it on TV as a kid. In high school I made the wrestling team and I went on to be a pretty fair wrestler in college. Today I continue to wrestle as one way of keeping in shape. I work out at a fancy health club, mainly to show off my physique to attractive women.
Donna is into bodybuilding and has a first-class physique. The idea of wrestling her has fed more than one of my sexual fantasies, but I was reluctant to suggest anything to her. One day, however, she bragged that she had once pinned a guy bigger than me. I laughed, but she told me that she used to horse around with her brother, who was also a collegiate wrestler, and had pinned him several times. I could feel my masculinity being challenged, so I asked her if she thought she could pin me.
We went to my town house, where I have a room with wrestling mats. We agreed that we would wrestle two out of three falls pro-style, nothing dangerous. We excused ourselves to get into our wrestling gear. I put on my skimpiest Speedo briefs and nothing else, but I wasn’t prepared for Donna’s suit: a flesh-colored bikini with rawhide fringe. As far as I was concerned it was the most erotic swimsuit I had ever seen.
We quickly got into some holds, and I was surprised by how easily she held her own. I knew that I had to watch out for her thighs if I was to win this match. I converted her body-scissors into a leg lock that eventually set up a figure four pin.
We started the second fall more slowly than the first, as we both now had mutual respect for each other. I was able to get a standing arm lock on her and force her down to the mat. I got another good look at her body as she tried to get out of the hold. After a lot of struggling she was able to roll up over me and secure a head lock. My head was scissored between her legs, with her cunt right in my face.
I could feel her gyrating thighs and buttocks as I tried to escape. Suddenly she tensed up and moaned. I realized that she was trying to get off on my face! I massaged her thighs and kissed her cunt through her bikini. It didn’t take long for her to reach a shuddering orgasm, and I almost passed out from the pressure on my head, but it was worth it.
Donna was all smiles and said she wanted to return the favor. She untied the knot on the strings of my Speedo briefs and proceeded to pull them off. They were already stained with pre-come, and my penis was as erect as I can ever remember it being. She gently pulled me down on my back and lifted my legs so that I knew she wanted me to put a figure four head scissors on her. She then eagerly engulfed my cock with her hungry mouth. Getting head while having Donna in this hold was more than I could handle, and I came quickly.
After licking up every drop of come, Donna whimpered that I was the winner, but that she wanted a rematch. I have lost count of how many matches we have had since that first one. We’ve even come up with some holds where we can both get off simultaneously. Right now we’re looking to find another couple who would like to do some tag team wrestling.—J.H., Toronto, Canada
SCHOOL DAZE
I am a first-year graduate student at a major university in Southern California and I have read Penthouse Forum since my first year of college. I find it a great prelude to masturbating (an activity I enjoy whether or not my sex life is active). I have always wished for a personal experience worthy of being in Forum but, until recently, all I could do was dream.
After four years of roommates, I was finally afforded the luxury of living on campus in single-student housing. I live in a coed apartment building full of other single graduate students. Each of us has our own cozy nest. It’s a great situation, because everyone you meet is almost surely available. I had already been able to grab a couple quick fucks, which came from being in the right place at the right time. But these never really provided excitement past the several minutes they lasted. It wasn’t until I met Lorraine that I had the experience of a lifetime.
I had met Lorraine previously in the hallway and on the elevator, and once or twice I had seen her on campus. She was a voluptuous woman of Mexican-Italian descent with dark hair, dark skin and smoky black eyes. When she walked, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She knew how to dress to show off her assets perfectly. She was the kind of woman a man always dreams about.
One Friday night, broke (as usual), I was watching a video in my room when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to find Lorraine and her cleavage standing in the hallway. For what seemed like hours I stared at her high cut black leather miniskirt and skintight tank top until I was finally looking at her beautiful face. Before I could speak she invited me to her apartment for a late dinner.
Quickly realizing I wasn’t dreaming, I said, “Sure”
“Okay,” she said, “see you in ten or fifteen minutes at my place,” When I closed the door I remembered Lorraine lived around the corner and must have seen the light in my window from hers. I fantasized what having her would be like while I made myself presentable,
In about fifteen minutes I arrived at her apartment to find that dinner was ready to be eaten. There was only small talk and short glances at each other during dinner, which was a great Spanish meal she had made herself. Not getting my hopes up, I was prepared to leave after we were finished eating so as not to overextend my welcome. I was glad when she gestured me to the couch and moved to turn on the TV.
As she turned from the TV, she immediately pulled her top up to expose her large (braless) breasts. They seemed to defy gravity. She then straddled my lap and placed a large, round nipple in my mouth. I licked and sucked as she caressed my face with her enormous tits. She stood again to lift her skirt. She wasn’t wearing panties. Her glistening labia seemed to beckon my tongue. She stood on the couch above me and grabbed the back of my head, thrusting my face into her wet pussy. She let out a loud groan as I massaged her clitoris, sucking up ounces of love juice in the process. My twitching tongue quickly brought her to a moaning, spasmodic orgasm.
In two seconds she was on her knees, tearing into my pants to pull out my already hard cock. She lovingly teased the long shaft with her tongue before she immersed my dick in her wet mouth. She wrapped one hand around my organ and stroked as she sucked. As I began thrusting into orgasm, she moved her head back and jerked me off so I could watch as my come blasted into her mouth.
With both of us in a state of total satisfaction, we removed all of our clothes and lay in the middle of the floor. We caressed each other until I got hard again, and we made love by the light of the TV. This happened a couple more times before we finally slept.
Lorraine and I aren’t dating but continue to have similar nighttime rendezvous, which are the highlight of my life. I wish college had always been like this.—L.G., Los Angeles, California
SPUNKY GAL
I am a thirty-five-year-old airline stewardess. I am also a divorcee and a natural redhead. I have a 34C-24-31 figure that carries about one hundred and ten pounds. I have strived to maintain my figure, especially since my divorce. I am divorced because I just can’t seem to keep my hands off men.
In fact, I have a part-time job as a bachelor-party performer. I crave hot dicks and fat, juicy balls. I personally entertain parties of up to nine or ten men. If a party has more than ten men I simply need another girl. I can think of nothing better than handling nine or ten hard dicks and enjoying the fruits of their nuts. I particularly enjoy sucking a guy off, and then pulling his bone out and aiming his come-shooter at my chest, just so I can watch him bust his nut. I love the feeling of hot, white sperm slithering down my neck and over my tits—the more the better.
Early this summer I was handling a bachelor party, giving hand-jobs and blowjobs to my heart’s content. I had already taken five men when a gigantically hung guy dropped his fleshy log (some ten inches) against my face as I knelt before him.
Not only was his hard dick ten inches and engorged by the thickest, bluest veins I’ve ever seen, but he had a pair of enormous nuts. His balls were the size of duck eggs, clearly the largest nuts I’d ever seen, and that is saying something.
I stood, fascinated and turned on by the potential of this good-looking, thirty-year-old guy’s tool. He was about six feet tall and a solid two hundred pounds. I licked his heavy equipment, tonguing his big come-hole as he oozed a rich flow of sticky pre-come. I tongued deep into his cockhead, slurping on his sticky, clear fluid. I began to suck his knob, letting my saliva pour down his shaft. I stroked his meat with one hand, smearing my hot saliva over his hard rod while I continued to suck his knob. With my other hand, I fondled and squeezed his massive balls as they hung low in his hairy nut-sack. I squeezed each nut, luxuriating in the feel of such long, juicy balls.
Suddenly I felt his nuts swell and begin to rise in his bag as his huge, vein-fed meat began to shake. The big dick throbbed in rhythm to his pulse—it was racing. I pushed my mouth down over his fat cockhead just as the sticky, clear oozing began to turn whitish. I swallowed the swelling head as it spit a ribbon of thick spunk down my throat. The glob blasted down my throat as if it were shot from a cannon. The sight of such a long cock shaking so forcefully mesmerized me. I stared in awe as his cock jerked and thrust between my open lips. Wad after gooey wad leaped from his hose as he busted his nuts in me. The overflow leaked out of my mouth and ran down my chin. Jism was slithering down both sides of my neck, over my tits and pooling in my cleavage. I’d seen hundreds of guys get their nuts drained, but this guy just kept coming. After he finally emptied his copious load, I stared at my chest in sheer amazement. My tits had jism oozing all over them and comesicles dripping from my hard, pink nipples.
The guy had come as much as the first five guys all put together. I smeared his heavy seed all over my stomach, chest and arms, giving myself a sperm coat.
The party sort of broke up then as I jammed in my new orgasmic blanket. After fifteen or twenty minutes I went to clean up. When I returned, only Splash, as I called the guy with the big nuts, was left to entertain. Splash gave me another load of nearly the same amount before he left.
I guess I wrote this because I thought I had seen the best of the comers, but found that there is always a better man out there.—E.C., New York, New York
TRAFFIC JAM COMES TO A HEAD
My fiance Mick and I had a long weekend planned, driving up to Hollywood for a couple of days of sightseeing, dancing, and partying. We got a late start leaving San Diego, however, and the freeways were crowded. As the traffic crawled, Mick told me how he couldn’t wait to get to the hotel and screw me silly, He is a large man, six feet two inches tall, with blond hair, beautiful blue eyes and a sexual appetite that just won’t quit.
Not long after his bold statement, the radio said there was an accident a few miles ahead on the freeway we were traveling. Traffic was soon at a standstill. It was getting dark, and I was getting horny thinking about the evening that was still ahead of us. I figured Mick had the same thoughts, because it didn’t take long for the bulge in his crotch to catch my eye. I could tell from the look in his eyes that we weren’t going to wait until we reached the hotel.
I reached over and unzipped his shorts, released his hard cock, and began to stroke it, firmly squeezing his dick and playing with his balls. I was really starting to get off on the idea of giving him head in the middle of traffic. He tilted the steering wheel a little to give me some room, and I eagerly took his hot cock into my mouth. I slid my tongue up and down. He couldn’t help but let out a little moan and tighten his grip on the wheel. I leaned a little farther and sucked on his balls—first one, then the other. He was having a hard time concentrating on the road, but this was only the beginning.
Mick was really enjoying himself, but I knew that if I didn’t slow down a bit he was going to come before long and not enjoy it the way he could have. I stopped to grab a bottle of baby oil from my overnight bag. I poured a generous amount over his throbbing cock and watched it slide down to his tight balls. I grasped his hot dick in my hand and slowly started pumping it.
I bent over his lap and started once more to suck on his now glistening, oily balls. His breathing was getting shallow and the windows were starting to fog over. He was getting close to orgasm and his balls were starting to tighten up even more. I quickly moved my mouth up to his pulsing cock, getting ready to catch all of his sweet come. I squeezed his balls slightly and that was all it took. He leaned his head back, moaned, and gave me what I had been working so hard for. His love milk jetted out in warm spurts and I quickly caught what I could in my mouth.
Now, whenever I hear about a traffic jam on the radio, I get a grin on my face. Next time, Mick tells me, I get to do all the driving. I can’t wait.—K.V., San Diego, California