Sultry Passions, Sinful Desires Part 15

I stood up, peeled off the rest of my clothes, and put my aching c.o.c.k in her soaking c.u.n.t. I counted my lucky stars for as long as I could, then blew my load in a series of convulsive jerks, coming inside her as I had wanted to all those times while fooling around with her in the backseat of my father's Bel Air.

We took time out to order a couple of steak dinners from room service. While I polished off the last of my filet, and most of a bottle of cabernet sauvignon, she went to the bathroom. I watched her a.s.s, still high and tight after all these years.

She reappeared with a pair of skintight black briefs for me. They barely contained my c.o.c.k. She was wearing a see-through gown, and underneath she had on panties, black nylons, a garter belt, and a push-up bra that sent s.h.i.+vers through me.

"You always said you wanted to undress me," she murmured. "How about now?"

I took my time. We were like a couple of teenagers. We knew each other's body pretty well, and what we didn't know, we managed to quickly learn.

I gently removed her gown, revealing those beautiful t.i.ts. Soon I had them out of the bra and was sucking her nipples and kissing her neck, where I knew she was especially sensitive. I soon had two fingers in her juicy c.u.n.t. She was beginning to moan, thrusting her hips toward my hand until I could feel her p.u.s.s.y tighten as she came once again. My hand was soon slick and glistening with her juices.

She sucked me through my briefs, then pulled my c.o.c.k out and slipped it right between the smile on her face. I tried to get my hand back on her c.u.n.t, but she pushed me back on the bed. "My turn," she said firmly. She took her sweet time sucking on my c.o.c.k, squeezing my erect nipples and bringing me right to the brink.

Finally she said, "f.u.c.k me from behind." She was facing away from me with her hands and knees on the bed. I could see her p.u.s.s.y dripping. I slid my c.o.c.k in and felt her tighten around it, swallowing it.

"f.u.c.k me!" she cried. I went to work with long thrusts in her c.u.n.t, feeling my b.a.l.l.s slap against her a.s.s. My hands were around her sides, grasping her t.i.ts.

We came together, my long squirts melting inside her, then running down her thigh. We collapsed in each other's arms.

If you have a high-school sweetheart you never got beyond third base with, take my advice: Hang in there and never stop trying. It's never too late.

-S. W., Nashville, Tennessee.

Alternate Hairstyling.

I am a twenty-one-year-old senior in college who recently had a hair-raising experience.

I found employment with a firm that required me to cut off my long blond hair. I called my hairdresser, only to find out that she was sick. I told her I needed my hair done that very day, but I wasn't getting off work until after five. My hairdresser referred me to a young woman she knew who was just out of beauty school. The girl, Fran, ran a shop from her home. I called her up for an appointment, and she said, "No problem. Come in at about six."

I got to Fran's house, knocked on the door, and was greeted by a vision of heaven. She was a natural blonde with a great tan and a slim, tight body. She was wearing a low-cut black blouse, a very short black skirt and black pumps.

"Yes?" she quizzed.

"I'm Rob. I'm here for a haircut," I managed.

"Oh, yes. I'm Fran," she said.

I followed her through the house to her work area-a small room with a chair in the middle and counters running waist-high around the walls. I sat down, and she began by ma.s.saging my scalp. The chair was narrow, and my elbows stuck out on either side. She began moving around the chair as she cut my hair, often brus.h.i.+ng against my elbows.

As Fran finished with my hair, she suddenly paused on my right side. The next thing I knew, she had straddled my elbow. I looked up and saw her with her head back and eyes closed. She began rubbing her crotch against my elbow, gasping.

I reached up with my other hand to fondle her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She climbed down from my funny bone and pulled her blouse off, revealing a beautiful, firm set of t.i.ts. She got down on her knees and unzipped my pants. She worked my love-tool out from my underwear and began sucking on it.

I slipped my s.h.i.+rt off and watched Fran's cherry lips polish my rigid shaft. I moaned in antic.i.p.ation as she stood up and pulled her skirt up over her hips to reveal a partially shaved, very wet c.u.n.t. I reached out and stroked her c.u.n.t lips with my index finger. She groaned and begged me to f.u.c.k her. I couldn't resist any longer. I picked her up and placed her on the counter. She wrapped her legs around my back as I slid into her slit. I began to pound away.

She already had me so hot that within seconds I was shooting my load inside her. She looked up at me and smiled after I was through. "Do you like your haircut?" she asked.

"This was the best I've ever had!" I replied.

To this day I frequent Fran's for my haircuts. My old hairdresser is still wondering why she lost me as a client.

-Name and address withheld.

Handling a Large Load.

I have been faithful to my boyfriend Billy during the three years of our relations.h.i.+p. That is, until this past weekend when Billy's older sister visited our home with her handsome third husband.

Billy's sister is thirty-four years old. She has been a stewardess for thirteen years and, quite frankly, she has lived the most s.e.xually promiscuous lifestyle that I have ever known.

Janey is tall and painfully thin at 110 pounds, has long red hair and a masculine face with a long jaw. She is not what you would consider attractive; rather, she is a sleazy-looking woman, the epitome of an "anything goes" type if there ever was such a beast. Janey has a firm 32B-23-34 figure with long slim legs and a pert, tiny, but solid a.s.s that she flaunts in the skimpiest cutoff shorts I've ever seen. If she isn't showing at least half of her firm b.u.t.tocks, she doesn't seem content. I've actually seen her cut her shorts even farther after she had checked her appearance in a full-length mirror.

Janey's latest husband, Dustin, is a thirty-year-old Navy officer and dentist. He is tall, solidly built, and trim. He has an air of confidence about him that is rea.s.suring instead of arrogant, yet he is clearly very sure of himself.

Billy spent the weekend working with the rock band that he manages. They perform in nightclubs. It's a folly, but he enjoys the diversion. So, I was left to entertain Janey and Dustin when they visited. As usual, Janey drank too much bourbon and had to be put to bed because she pa.s.sed out on the living room couch.

After he put his drunk wife to bed, Dustin apologized for Janey's behavior. Then he and I settled down to watch Body Heat on our VCR. We had had a few drinks, so we were loose and conversing freely. Dustin is intelligent and very likable.

I am twenty-seven years old, average height, and weigh 105 pounds. I have a thin but solid body that I keep in shape with weekly aerobics and daily jogging.

I sensed that Dustin found me enticing-I couldn't help but notice the huge bulge in his jeans. As we watched the steamy movie and continued to converse, I noticed that his bulge had been rearranged. Now his c.o.c.k was pointing down the inside of his left thigh, making a huge lump. I noticed that Dustin couldn't keep his eyes off my halter top, which was barely confining my best a.s.sets, my "traffic stoppers," as Billy calls my 34D t.i.ts. Like Janey I was wearing a pair of cutoff shorts. Dustin and I had three more drinks and discovered that we were becoming even more comfortable with each other. I rubbed my bare leg against his thigh and found myself acutely aware that my p.u.s.s.y was wet and hot.

Dustin's jeans were bulging and the lump was throbbing. A dark circle of precome was spotting his jeans, making me even more turned on. My own shorts were wet, and my c.u.n.t continued to pour out its juices in antic.i.p.ation of a good f.u.c.k. Fortunately, Dustin took the initiative. "Let me check on Janey. I'll be right back," he said. When he stood up I saw his hard-on straighten again, but this time I had a better view. It looked like a concealed weapon. Dustin returned quickly and said, "She's pa.s.sed out, Sue. We're free to party."

He stood before me and unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. I gasped as his gigantic c.o.c.k sprang free from its confinement, shaking and bobbing before my eyes. It was at least ten or eleven inches of hard, curved, vein-engorged d.i.c.k, pointing upward, with a steady flow of clear, sticky cream pouring from the thickly rimmed, bulbous k.n.o.b of a c.o.c.khead. I stared at his awesome tool. Dustin reached forward, pulled my top down, and began to fondle my D-cup t.i.ts. My nipples were thick and pointy. I grabbed Dustin's huge s.c.h.l.o.n.g with both of my hands and began to knead and stroke its entire slippery, hard length.

I continued to pull and squeeze on his mammoth-sized organ and began to lick his fat b.a.l.l.s. The scent and taste of his nut sack was driving me wild. I felt his hot c.o.c.k against my face as I licked and gobbled on his b.a.l.l.s. His veins were pulsing. Shortly, as I was near the point of begging to be f.u.c.ked, Dustin reached for my shorts and deftly unb.u.t.toned them. I pulled quickly at the fabric to help, then hurriedly stepped out of my shorts, lay on my back, and spread my legs wide.

"Not yet, Sue," Dustin replied, huskily, as he grabbed his hard meat and rubbed the fat c.o.c.khead against my inflamed c.l.i.t. It felt so good. In my ecstasy, I completely forgot about his drunk wife in the room above us.

After I settled down from my second o.r.g.a.s.m, Dustin mounted me and eased his long, curved hardness into my steaming gash. I felt like a hot poker of rock-hard flesh was spreading my c.u.n.t wide open. I was nearly delirious from the sheer pleasure, the feel of his crooked shaft plowing deep and wide through my c.u.n.t.

When he bottomed out, I screamed. My mouth hung open and my jaw went slack as he drove inch after inch into me. I was literally stuffed full of d.i.c.k. I felt his meat swell even further. His back stiffened as he held his buried tool deep inside me. I braced myself for his wad. His b.a.l.l.s rose in their sack against my thighs, skidding along my slippery flesh, and suddenly the c.o.c.k hose inside me jerked, shook, and belched a powerfully propelled load of come against my cervix. I was impaled on his meat as it began to paint my trembling walls with j.i.s.m. I felt his long root coil and recoil with each heavenly blast of sperm that he injected into the deepest recesses of my hole. I felt like a cup of warm pudding was being splattered inside me.

When he finished shooting me full of come, I could feel that most of his copious wad had backed up and was slithering down my legs, or so I thought. After a few moments of lying under his solid body, I rose from the couch to go wipe myself off. When I stood up I felt like my c.u.n.t was falling inside out. I grabbed between my legs instinctively just as a long, viscous plug of j.i.s.m rushed from my spent, gaping hole. I held my hand under my c.u.n.t as my palm filled with his sperm. I held my hand to my mouth and l.u.s.tily tongued the handful of seed.

My p.u.s.s.y dripped his come the entire next day. I relished the memory of our f.u.c.k and the taste of his s.e.m.e.n. I did not even douche until Billy was due home. Billy's scant loads and average-size tool don't even compare to Dustin's. I hope Janey visits again soon and pa.s.ses out like this past visit, leaving me to drain her husband's nuts again.

-S.A., Reno, Nevada.

My Little Piggy.

I am tall and slim, with pretty legs and small but well-defined, shapely b.r.e.a.s.t.s. After a long-term relations.h.i.+p ended, I started going out to bars for the first time in my life, not really expecting too much to come from it.

One evening, a girlfriend and I were sitting in one of the most popular places in town, when two guys came over and started talking to us. They were both engineers, and one of them had gone to college in my girlfriend's hometown. My girlfriend got into an eager discussion with him, and I was left with his friend, Keith.

He was shorter than me-which made me uncomfortable-and very muscular, like a weight-lifter. He had thinning, blond hair and a slightly upturned nose. He reminded me of a little pig, but I've always thought that pigs are cute.

The guys asked us to go to a party, and we decided to check it out. We didn't think there would be any problem handling these two if we didn't like how things developed.

The party turned out to be boring, and Keith and I sat around making desultory conversation while I tried to catch my girlfriend's eye so we could make a getaway. She had apparently gotten involved in a major discussion about the hostess's collection of watercolors, and the few other guests were spread out enough so that I couldn't subtly get away from Keith.

We continued talking and somehow got on the subject of food. It turned out that Keith liked to cook. While we were talking about favorite dishes and techniques of food preparation, there was something in his voice and his body language that started to turn me on. We were still being quite formal, not even looking at each other very much, but I felt some kind of magnetic field building up between us. I could feel my lips tingling, my nipples rubbing against my silk blouse, and my panties getting wet.

After a while, Keith suggested we go out into the garden, and I willingly followed him. He led me out of sight of the others, and as we sat down, he began kissing me pa.s.sionately. Almost immediately my friend came to the door and called after me. It turned out that she was fed up with Keith's friend and wanted to leave.

The four of us took a cab together. While we were around the others, Keith and I were immediately very formal again. No one knew what was happening between us and this made everything even more exciting.

After we dropped off my friend and his friend, Keith didn't waste any time picking up where we left off in the garden. When we got to my apartment, he asked hoa.r.s.ely if he could come in. By then, I could only moan and sigh, so I pulled him along with me and we went inside.

As soon as the door was closed behind us, he started undressing me. He stared at me for a moment, then knelt and began caressing my thighs, smelling my c.u.n.t, then flicking his tongue over my c.l.i.t. I groaned with pleasure.

He led me to the bed, laid me down, and drew my legs apart. He sat beside me, leaned down, and began licking and sucking my c.u.n.t. I put my hand on his a.s.s and put light pressure in the direction I wanted him to move. He understood at once and straddled my head so I was looking up at his thick c.o.c.k and muscular a.s.s, a view that really turned me on. I took him in my mouth and sucked him as far back in my throat as possible.

After I came, I told him that I wanted to taste his sperm. It obviously tempted him, but he had other plans. He turned me on my stomach and began f.u.c.king me from behind. I could tell from the way he was moving and groaning that he was getting maximum pleasure from every thrust.

I was sure he was going to come, but he held back again. Now he wanted me to sit on his face. He sucked me noisily and nuzzled my c.u.n.t with his nose. I had to smile, thinking about how pigs like to root around with their snouts.

He again moved between my legs to begin serious f.u.c.king with slow, expert strokes. He held me tighter and tighter as he got more aroused, and asked me to lock my legs around his back.

Then he started talking dirty to me, asking about other men, telling me he wanted to eat me after I had f.u.c.ked someone else, a fantasy I've wanted to act out for years. All the while he was f.u.c.king me tenderly, and suddenly I was exploding again, and so was he. Afterward, we lay back, sated, and fell asleep.

It was the beginning of many exciting and uninhibited sessions together. I remember them all and wish we could have had as much in common in other areas as we did in bed.

-Name and address withheld.

Intensive Care.

I had just turned thirty and was in the process of getting my nursing degree. The pace and pressures of school left me little time to think about anything else in my life.

At around that time, I was in the midst of clinical rotations at various hospitals. It was close to the end of the semester and my stress and anxiety levels were high. One evening, Jon, a twenty-five-year-old who had been in a motorcycle accident, was placed under my care. Of course, motorcycles have always been a turn-on for me, and my curiosity was piqued.

I entered Jon's room and introduced myself. I explained to him that I was a nursing student and would be taking care of him for the next two evenings. As we talked, I began to feel an attraction toward him. I reminded myself of my professional obligations and tried to look at him as nothing more than a patient.

As luck would have it, my instructor entered the room and suggested that I give Jon a bed bath. I had done this many times before, but this time the thought of Jon naked made me nervous. When my instructor left the room, I began preparing a bath for this cute helpless thing. It was difficult for Jon to move because one arm was in a cast, the other was in an Ace bandage and his right leg was in traction.

Jon and I conversed as I bathed him. I concentrated on his body, making sure I didn't miss a spot. My actions at this point were still professional but my thoughts were s.h.i.+fting elsewhere. I could feel the excitement inside. I continued to talk to Jon and did my best to stay focused.

"Do I wash his p.e.n.i.s?" I asked myself. "Of course you do. This guy can't do it himself." I braced myself and began to wipe his p.e.n.i.s with the washcloth. Without looking at his face, I asked him if he was uncomfortable. He responded no.

I worked very hard to repress my s.e.xual desires as I washed the rest of his body, holding back the impulse to touch him with my bare hands. By the time the bath was complete, my s.h.i.+ft had ended. I hadn't had time to shave his adorable face! I reminded Jon that I would be back the following evening. We said our good nights and I left. I could hardly wait to go back to the hospital to see my new patient.

The next day, I returned only to find that Jon had been moved downstairs to rehab. Although I was pleased for him, I was disappointed for myself.

When my s.h.i.+ft ended, I stayed in the hospital. I had made plans to sneak into rehab to see Jon. When I told my friends, they told me I was nuts for taking the risk of getting thrown out of school. The strict rules and pressures of nursing school had been getting to me and this was the perfect opportunity to rebel. This was one patient I was not going to let slip away!

I went down to rehab and snuck past the nursing station. I walked into a large dark room and slowly scanned it. I saw three old men snoring and my heart sank. Further along, however, I found Jon lying in bed naked, looking as s.e.xy as ever. The sight of him made the risks all the more exciting. I felt a tingle between my legs as I approached his bed.

I felt slightly embarra.s.sed but my s.e.xual desires were getting stronger. It had been so long since I had been with a man and my mind was racing as I approached him. I drew the curtain and we began talking softly to avoid waking the other patients. He asked if he could kiss me. I leaned over and gently kissed his lips. They were so soft. Our tongues met and we began to kiss pa.s.sionately.

At this point I lost control; I felt my p.u.s.s.y getting all wet. I wanted so much to be in bed with him. I removed the machine that his leg was in but couldn't do this fast enough because I was so h.o.r.n.y. I hadn't felt a man's flesh in so long and was consumed by the desire.

Once I was in bed with Jon we continued kissing. His warm skin next to my body felt so good. I began to grind my hips against him. I thought about his c.o.c.k in my mouth and this got me hot. I loved giving head and had forgotten how much I missed it. I began to kiss his neck, working my way down his body, bathing it with my hungry tongue.

My heart was pounding as I got closer to his d.i.c.k. I continued to tease him with my tongue until I could no longer wait. I gently placed my lips around the head of his c.o.c.k and slowly worked my way down its length. He was getting harder and it felt so good in my mouth. I began to suck a bit harder and faster, taking in as much as I could.

I wanted the pleasure of having his come fill my mouth and drip to the back of my throat. His c.o.c.k was solid at this point so I slowed my pace in order to savor the moment. I began to stroke him with my hand while I licked and sucked on his b.a.l.l.s. I buried my face in his a.s.s and wildly licked his hole, which turned me on even more.

I then worked my way back to sliding his throbbing c.o.c.k deep down my throat. I started out slow, then increased the pace until I was blessed with the taste of his precome. This made me crave more; I couldn't wait for him to fill my mouth. I felt his body tensing and I knew our pleasure was near. My mouth was watering for his load as I continued to lick and suck. I rubbed his wet c.o.c.k all over my face. I glanced up. He was watching me. I loved being watched as I gave head-it had always been a great turn-on for me.

As I sucked him, the pressure was building and I could hardly wait. I felt his c.o.c.k throbbing in my mouth. It was then that he pleasured me by filling my mouth with his warm come. The taste was incredible; I savored every drop as I swallowed his juice. I continued to suck and lick until he was clean.

After Jon was discharged from the hospital, we continued to have incredible s.e.x over the phone. The phone s.e.x was great but not enough: I needed to feel his d.i.c.k fill my hole.

We got together a few times and our f.u.c.king escapades were fantastic. At that time, his injuries still limited his movements so I did most of the work. I enjoyed riding his c.o.c.k: I loved watching his c.o.c.k going in and out of my p.u.s.s.y. I could see his piece getting all wet from my c.u.n.t. This was when I would hop off and suck my p.u.s.s.y juice off his thick c.o.c.k.

Then I would ride him again, only this time he would stick his finger in my a.s.shole. This drove me crazy. Both my holes were filled and the sensation was incredible. I began to f.u.c.k him faster until he shot his liquid into my thirsty c.u.n.t. Our few f.u.c.king sessions together were great.

Unfortunately, we lost touch for over a year. Recently, when I had finished this letter, I called Jon and read it to him, telling him I was planning to send it to Forum. As I read, he jerked his c.o.c.k off until he came. Then he returned the favor and described in detail how he would pleasure my p.u.s.s.y. I listened and circled my c.l.i.t with two fingers. (My best o.r.g.a.s.ms are when I m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e.) My p.u.s.s.y was so wet that my juices ran between the cheeks of my a.s.s and soaked the sheets on my bed.

The sound of his voice and the words he spoke were getting lost as my heavy breathing turned to loud moans. My fingers were rubbing so fast I felt my body tensing up. As I came, I began to shake and scream and my body tingled.

Jon and I have made plans to meet soon. I can only imagine how great he will be now that he has completely recovered.

-T.D., Bridgeport, Connecticut.