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His cock slid in and out of my mouth until I started to taste his precome. I normally like the taste of Tom’s come as it shoots down my throat, but today I wanted him to shoot his load inside my cunt. I was ready to feel his stiff, large dick inside my hot box. I sat on the edge of the counter adjacent to the sink and spread my legs in invitation. I pleaded, “Fuck me, Tom. Fuck me now!”

With one quick thrust, he slid deep inside and began pumping with long, smooth strokes. I moaned softly, and he quickened his pace. I asked him to squeeze my nipples, and he squeezed each of them between his thumb and forefinger. He continued to slide in and out of my dripping pussy.

I could sense that he was getting closer to orgasm and I begged him to pinch my nipples harder. He began to moan as his thrusts became deeper and more powerful. His first shot of come spurting deep inside of me pushed me over the edge as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over my body. My contracting pussy muscles squeezed Tom’s cock and milked him of every last drop of semen.

We caught our breath and cleaned ourselves up. As we left the lavatory to return to our seats, a flight attendant gave us a knowing nod and a smile of amusement and envy. This was the first of many adventures on our vacation, but I will write about the others in future letters.

—L. L., Michigan

The Ride of Our Lives

Our trip began early one morning as the sun rose in the Las Vegas sky. My husband and I were reluctantly coming to the end of a fantastic weekend. We rose very early to begin our drive to San Francisco. We put the convertible top down and headed west. I took a short nap and awoke incredibly horny from a hot dream. I glanced over at him and realized that I couldn’t resist the temptation to “christen” our new convertible with this gorgeous man.

I undid my seat belt and reached over to kiss his neck. He smiled, thinking it was just my normal friendly kiss. I continued kissing his neck, moving closer to his ear. I love to lick his ear, because it always provokes a sexy moan. I moved around to his lips and French-kissed him hard. He looked a little surprised, but he definitely did not want me to stop. I began to rub his legs and continued kissing his neck and ears. I could see him growing hard, which made me even hotter. I undid his shorts and took out his cock. I rubbed it slowly and leaned over to get my mouth closer. I love to rub my face all around him—he smells so manly. I tongued his balls, making him groan. I’m big into noisemaking, and hearing him so horny turns me on even more.

I started to suck him softly, moving my tongue all around. As he grew bigger, I sucked harder. Just when I knew he was getting close, he stopped me. He pulled me up and kissed me, whispering, “I want to see you come.” I smiled and leaned back in my seat—he loves to watch me bring myself off. I was already close, so I knew it wouldn’t take long. I slid off my shorts and panties and spread my legs on the dashboard, giving him a good view of my pussy. I started teasing myself with my finger, then I plunged my finger deep inside me. I withdrew it slowly and licked my fingers, savoring the taste of my own juices.

My husband was having a difficult time dividing his attention between what was going on outside the car and what was going on inside the car. I leaned over and let him suck my fingers. I imagined his tongue licking deep inside me, tasting what I had tasted. I spread my lips wide, fully exposing my clit. I began to rub myself, and within minutes I was close to what I knew was going to be an awesome climax. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, moaning as I came and shuddering in the total openness of the convertible.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my husband. His glazed look and the bulge in his shorts told me he had enjoyed my performance. I reached over and slowly stroked his cock while licking his ear. “I’m on the cliff,” he said hoarsely, which is our code for being close to orgasm. I suggested we pull over, so at the next exit, we quickly found a gas station.

I checked the ladies’ room and signaled for him to follow me. I could barely contain myself—I wanted to taste his come. I pulled him into one of the stalls while ripping down his shorts. He sat on the back of the toilet, and I began to suck him hard. I could tell he was close by the size of his dick and the sound of his moans. Just as he seemed ready to explode, a woman entered the rest room. I slowed down my sucking so I could fully enjoy his orgasm. The woman took forever and no doubt wondered why a pair of feet were facing backward in the stall. When she finally left, I wrapped my fingers around his cock, cradled his balls in my other hand, and sucked for all I was worth. He came almost instantly, spurting what seemed like an endless stream of come into my mouth and on my face. I swallowed as much as I could while he groaned wildly. Then I kissed him so he could experience the sweetness of his come. We exited the bathroom just in time to meet the bewildered stare of an older couple in their car. We were on the road again before they figured out what happened. Thoughts of that experience left a permanent smile on our faces.

—J. S., California

Thick Dick

I’m a married woman who reads your letters with my husband on a regular basis. While our sex life is good, I have developed a craving for thick cocks. My husband’s is, let’s say, average. He is sympathetic to my cravings, and he even bought me an eight-inch dildo that is more than two inches thick. It helps, but it’s not like the real thing.

Well, a couple of weeks ago, the annual rodeo was in town, and my cravings were finally satisfied. It all started when my company had its annual rodeo party after work. In the past I’d done a little dressing up for the event, but this year I decided to go all out. I bought a denim skirt that was split up the front and held shut by two snaps, a denim shirt with snaps, and some new boots.

The day of the party was a hot one, so I left my bra at home. The party turned out to be a great big bore, and I left at around seven. As I walked by another party, somebody whistled at me. Always willing to acknowledge a compliment, I turned around and saw a man I do business with from another company. Bobby was at his company party, and he was apparently having a great time, as I would have expected, since he’s a real looker. At well over six feet tall, he has a fantastic body, well muscled and proportioned, topped off by a great personality. His wife is equally splendid as well, unfortunately. Bobby brought me into his party, and soon we had taken over the dance floor. Eventually, a slow song came on, and Bobby reached out, wrapped his powerful arms around me, and pulled me toward him. This caught me a little off guard. Actually, what caught me off guard was the lump in his pants.

Because of our height difference, his cock was rubbing my belly just below my breasts. It was massive. Soon I found myself rubbing his cock with my tummy as we made our way around the floor. As I felt it grow in his jeans, he moaned softly, then he leaned down and whispered in my ear that I was going to get in trouble. I responded by lowering myself a little bit so my breasts were against his groin. He took my hint and pulled me closer. After the dance, we sat down at a table. Reaching over, Bobby took my hand and placed it on his groin, which now housed a truly impressive erection. When I squeezed it through his jeans, he responded by slipping his hand up my split skirt. After gently massaging my lips through my soaking-wet panties, he pulled his hand out and slipped a wet finger into my mouth. I have always enjoyed the taste of my pussy, and tasting my juices on a relative stranger’s fingers made my cunt throb.

We hurriedly left the party and headed to the river’s edge, where we could see other couples in various stages of intercourse. It seemed like many people had the same idea! In the seclusion of the trees, Bobby and I kissed passionately, our tongues entwined as he lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist, his cool silver belt buckle pushing against my soaked panties. Holding me up with one hand, he pulled my skirt from me and let it fall to the ground, then he reached up and pulled my blouse open, exposing my breasts to the cool evening air. I had never felt such wanton lust for any man.

Dropping to the ground, Bobby pushed me back onto my skirt, and as I raised myself to my elbows, he pulled my panties aside and ran his tongue up the length of my pussy. I gasped and fell back, thrusting my pussy up to him. He slid two fingers into me as his tongue went to work on my clit. Lying there in erotic bliss, I could hear the music from the party intermingled with the sounds of other secret lovers along the river. Soon I had my legs wrapped around his shoulders as I erupted in orgasm. As my shudders subsided, I looked down to see Bobby on his knees between my legs. Sitting up, we kissed, the taste of my pussy covering his face. He massaged my breasts as I tugged at his belt, then at the buttons of his jeans.

He was wearing boxer shorts, and as I pulled his manhood through the opening, he slipped his fingers into my open and eager cunt. His cock sprung up at my face, its purple head easily the size of a plum. The shaft was as long as the dildo my husband bought me, but it was much thicker. As Bobby worked his fingers in and out of my soaking pussy, I wrapped my hands around his enormous shaft. Bobby reached behind my head and pulled me forward. I needed no further encouragement—my lips parted, and his manhood penetrated my mouth. For anyone watching us, it must have been a very erotic sight, this petite woman sitting naked on the ground in front of this man, eagerly accepting his flesh in her mouth as he worked his hand over her cunt and breasts.

With the cold night air blowing over my body, I shuddered in orgasm again as his fingers explored the reaches of my vagina. Pulling his cock from my mouth, Bobby gently pushed me back and positioned himself over my eager frame. Looking down between my legs, I saw drops of precome seeping from his cock. In the moonlight they glistened as they formed a small pool on my womanhood. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled my soaked panties aside. I was so horny, I was ready to beg for it.

My flesh opened for this monster, and I screamed out in desire as his shaft sank into my pussy, stretching my flesh to previously unknown limits. As his groin pressed against my clit, I erupted again. I continued to come as he pulled back, then sank back into me. Leaning forward, we kissed passionately, my breasts mashing up against his muscled chest. Bobby had magnificent control, and he continued to fuck me for what seemed like hours before rolling us over.

Pulling me up, he sat me on his dick. In the distance I could see the party as I fucked him to my final orgasm. I collapsed on his chest, too exhausted to move, his cock still throbbing in my vagina. After a moment’s rest, Bobby pulled me off and positioned himself behind me. Once I was on my hands and knees, Bobby pulled down my panties and entered me once more, his organ filling my void. With each thrust, my body was pushed forward. Hanging my head down, I could see the glistening shaft protruding from his boxers, and with each stroke, it sank deeper into my eager flesh. With one last powerful thrust, he held himself in deep as he spilled his seed into my loins, grasping my breasts for balance.

—G. M., Alberta

School’s Out

Throughout the summer semester, we’d flirted heavily and innocently touched, but everything came to a climax on the last day of class. He left immediately after taking the exam, and I thought I would never see him again. What a surprise when I saw him standing next to my car! Without a word he took my purse and books and placed them on the ground next to us. He gently pinned me against the car and stroked my huge breasts though the thin T-shirt I was wearing. The whole time he was staring deeply into my eyes, letting me know without words how much he wanted me. His mouth overpowered mine and our tongues met. He put his hands between my legs, and I saw his surprise when he realized I was wearing nothing under my tight miniskirt. We both groaned as he thrust his fingers up my cunt, then made me lick my own juices from them. Even though we were in a fairly dark part of the parking lot, we still didn’t want to be seen. I fumbled with the keys, and we both jumped into the passenger seat, unable to wait a moment longer. I pulled off my shirt and straddled his lap. He lifted my miniskirt, and while he sucked and teasingly nibbled on my hard nipples, his hands were working their magic on my hot, sticky cunt. I groaned as he bit my nipples and thrust his fingers up my hot hole. He watched me spasm in the greatest orgasm I’d ever had. Then it was his turn.

His tight jeans, wet with my juices, came off. I pulled his underwear off with my teeth and smiled when I saw the biggest rod I have ever seen. His cock was hard as a rock and ready to explode!

My mouth savored the huge treat, and I licked and sucked his shaft as he fondled my ass. I straddled him again, and when he lay back in the car seat, I pumped and ground against him until we both came. Sweating, with our juices all over each other, I was in heaven. He continued to play with my breasts, sucking and nibbling them for quite a while. There was no end to the ecstasy as he pushed me into the backseat and opened my legs. He licked and sucked my clit, thrusting his tongue up my hole. My pussy was dripping wet. Then he French-kissed me, allowing me to taste my own sex again. He flipped me over so I was on all fours and squeezed my hard nipples, making me cry out in a mixture of pleasant pain and ecstasy. I begged him to fuck me again. He entered me from behind and rammed me until we both came again.

—E. P., Connecticut

Dancing Fever

Recently, my boyfriend and I went to a dance club. We usually hang out at sports bars, but we really wanted to try something different. After being at the club for a while, my boyfriend was getting tired of dancing, but I wanted to continue. He sat at a nearby table, and I danced where he could watch. The dance floor was very crowded, and as I danced, another girl kept nudging up against me. Soon we were moving close to each other, and ultimately, together. Since I was alone and could have used the company, I didn’t mind her dancing with me. She was very attractive and mysterious-looking, with a real sex appeal. She looked sultry in the tight black-cotton shorts that didn’t even cover her ass and a white shirt that revealed her flat stomach and shapely breasts. Her nipples were so hard they were almost poking through the clingy top.