One morning as I was washing my car in the parking lot of my apartment building, a tall redhead pulled her car out of the garage and commenced washing it alongside mine. She was wearing a tight green sweater and a pair of faded blue jeans. I watched her as she leaned and stretched and rubbed and scrubbed. She reminded me of a young Rhonda Fleming. A conversation was struck up, although I forget who started it. Her name was Leigh. She was twenty-seven, married, with one child. Hubby, a salesman, was away from home most of the time. Unfortunately, I was due at the theater for a costume fitting and had to leave, but I wanted her to know that I was interested in seeing her again.
“I’m home every morning,” I told her. “Why not stop up for a cup of coffee one of these days when you have some time?”
“OK,” she said. “Maybe I will.”
But she didn’t. During the next few weeks, I saw her on the street or in a store every so often and we’d say hello, but nothing seemed to be happening between us. Eventually I gave up on the whole thing and contented myself by fantasizing about her lovely breasts and shapely long legs.
One night when I didn’t have to be at the theater, I was moping in my apartment with a bad case of terminal horniness. Only the usual crap was on TV, so I rolled a joint and was soon blissfully blown away. I unzipped my jeans—all I was wearing at the time—and slowly began to rub my hand up and down my hardening cock as images of Leigh’s beautiful body played wantonly in my mind’s eye. After about ten minutes I heard a soft knocking at my back door. I quickly stuffed my meat back into my jeans and padded barefoot through the dark kitchen. When I opened the door, there stood Leigh with a glass of scotch in her hand. She looked straight at me and said, “Are you busy?”
Well, I damn near choked. It was like a scene in one of Rhonda Fleming’s movies. Trying to contain myself, I invited Leigh to come in. We sat on the floor in the living room and, perhaps too impetuously, I started to kiss her. She backed off. “I have to go check on my son,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”
During the fifteen minutes before she returned, I barely managed to keep myself under control. I was waiting in the kitchen when I heard her coming back up the stairs. After I let her in, we stood there for a moment, wordless and very close to each other. She had obviously freshened her perfume. We kissed lightly and nuzzled one another for a while, and then I led her back into the living room to resume our kissing. She was tentative for a while, even shy, until my hand wandered to one of her firm, full breasts. Her breathing became uneven as I felt her nipple pressing against her tight sweater. Her lips then parted slightly and her tongue slid into my mouth. Immediately I slipped her sweater over her head and leaned back to look at her.
What a vision! Long red hair cascading over her shoulders, huge green eyes glowing with nervous anticipation, and voluptuous breasts filling a low-cut lacy white bra.
As I kissed her again, I gently pressed her backward until she was lying on the rug, and I slid her jeans down to reveal those magnificent legs. Her white bikini panties quickly followed and I saw that she was indeed an authentic redhead. Placing my head between her creamy thighs, I started to lick her perfect pussy. When I thrust my tongue into her juicy vagina, she moaned and emitted high-pitched noises. “I never knew it felt so good,” she gushed. Was it possible that no one had ever done this to her before? While I was wondering about this, she arched her back, pushed her pelvis into my face and came six ways at once.
When her orgasm was over, Leigh sat up and tried to collect herself. Her eyes were flitting back and forth, trying desperately to focus on something. I knelt behind her, removed her bra and gently squeezed her breasts. She turned around and, as she did so, I stood up. Her beautiful face was now only inches from my hard, swollen cock, and she reached for it almost instinctively with her hand. As she held it, she brought her lips closer and closer to its head, looking up at me all the while. In a little-girl voice she said, “I’ve never done this before, but I’d like to try.”
Leigh touched her lips to the head of my cock and kissed it. She then ran her tongue up and down the shaft. I placed one of my hands on the back of her head and held my cock in the other. “Open your mouth,” I said. She complied. Once I’d placed my cock between her lips, she needed no further help. She took as much of it into her mouth as she could and sucked as hard as she could. Soon she started to moan, pumping her mouth faster and faster. The head of my cock was completely in her throat. Both my hands were now holding her head and I slowed her rhythm. Each time I pushed my cock slowly forward, I felt her tongue twining around it. When I pulled it slowly back, she sucked so hard that I thought my soul would leave my body.
After a few more delightful minutes of this, I stopped her head with my hands and announced that I was about to come. Her only response was a grunt and a nod of her head. She resumed sucking furiously. When I did come, I jammed my cock deeper down her throat. Her muffled moans and the convulsive contractions in her throat told me that she was also coming as I shot my load. Semen filled her throat and mouth and dribbled out of the corners of her mouth. She held my cock in her mouth, buried to the hilt, until I stopped shuddering. She then slid her lips slowly up and down the shaft until she had swallowed every last drop of my creamy come.
When it was over and we’d cleaned ourselves up, I begged Leigh to stay the night. Because of her young son, however, she had to leave. We did get together twice again after that night, but then I had to return to New York. With luck, maybe, the same repertory group will ask me back next summer.—
Name and address withheld
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 other 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, Calif.
BUSINESSWOMAN GOES GOOFY OVER CANADIAN GUY
I’ve had some pretty exciting adventures, many worthy of writing to
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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 bad 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.