When I reach your scrotum, I gently suck your right ball and then your left. My mouth moves up and I take your penis into my mouth. My head bobs up and down while my tongue dances around your penis. I caress your inner thighs with my hands as I suck, suck, suck your penis.
I lift my head and dangle my breasts over your penis and balls. I move my body up onto yours and we kiss hungrily. You roll me over and suck on my tit. Your fingers play with my nipple. My legs are spread wide with desire. Your hand moves down and you slowly play with my clit. You push a finger deep inside me. You remove it and bring it to my lips to suck dry.
Then your head goes down to suck the sweet juices out of my cunt. Just when I feel as if I am going to explode with passion, I lift your head. I position your penis between my breasts and slowly tit-fuck you, pressing them tightly around your cock. Suddenly you explode, bathing the sheets with your semen. I scoop some up and massage it into me like an exotic oil, making my breasts sticky.
As I turn over to kiss you, I realize you are not there. It was only a dream.—
L.M., New York, New York
SIXTIES REVIVAL CONCERT HELPS BRING BACK THE SUMMER OF LOVE
Last summer my brother dropped by one evening to invite me and my roommate to a sixties rock ‘n’ roll revival concert he had tickets for. When I heard who was going to be playing—Hot Tuna, The Band and Iron Butterfly—I knew I had to go! I had never had the chance to see these groups in concert when I was younger, and I didn’t know if I’d have the opportunity again. I was especially looking forward to seeing Iron Butterfly because they’d always been one of my favorite groups. In fact, their song, “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida,” was my absolute favorite song. So we headed for the club they were to play at that night.
We got there much too early, so we had to wait to get in. Fortunately we came prepared with some beer and several joints, so the time passed quickly as we partied and hung out. Finally they opened the front door, and we got seats at a table on the second-floor balcony. It was a small club, so no matter where you sat you had a great view of the stage.
The first group soon took the stage and started jamming, and shortly after that I lit up another joint and passed it around. By this time we were all having an excellent time and feeling pretty mellow. We were really getting into the music, and seeing so many foxy ladies—many of whom were wearing miniskirts or short shorts—made it even more enjoyable. After the first group left the stage, I got up from the table to take a walk around the club and check out some of the babes.
The place was packed, and by the time I had made my way to the other side of the dance floor, the second group had come on. I walked out toward the middle of the floor, where the crowd swelled up in front of the stage, to get a better look at the band. I started dancing in place along with the music, trying to be careful not to bump into anyone. Every once in a while some beautiful creature just passing by would stop for a minute to dance a few steps with me before continuing on.
By the way, I’m about six foot three and weigh about one hundred seventy-five pounds, so I’m on the slender side. I’m a relatively good-looking (and freckleless) redhead, with wavy, shoulder-length hair, blue eyes and a neatly trimmed beard. That night I was dressed rather nicely in blue jeans, a white shirt and a blue-and-white striped jacket. After the second group played their set, I went back to our balcony table to tell my brother and my roommate what a good time I was having even though I didn’t have a lady friend along with me.
Before I could say a word, my roommate told my brother to check out the foxy chick in black shorts. He pointed toward a girl who was standing on the right side of the stage in front of the speaker column, and handed my brother the binoculars. Now the place was rather small, so the binoculars really weren’t necessary, but when I spotted this babe I borrowed them next. She definitely deserved a close-up look!
What I saw was a gorgeous, well-rounded ass sitting on top of the best-looking pair of legs in the entire club. These luscious charms belonged to a petite blonde who was wearing black shorts and a black halter top. Her hair fell gracefully past her shoulders. I handed my roommate the field glasses and said to myself, “Now instead of just sitting here, why don’t you give these guys a lesson in the art of picking up girls. Just light up a cigarette and walk down there. If you stand by that chrome pole you’ll be able to see whether or not her face matches the rest of her.” To be honest, I was feeling a little nervous about it, but the next thing I knew I had a lit cigarette in my hand. So I got up and went back down to the dance floor. When I had made my way to the chrome pole, I moved over next to her, trying to act nonchalant although my heartbeat was beating a hundred times faster than the music. My heart rate slowed considerably, though, when I saw she was talking to a guy standing next to her. I figured that he must be her boyfriend, so I resigned myself to just seeing Iron Butterfly up close. They came on soon after that, and were totally hot. They even played some new material and really kept the tempo going. I play the guitar myself, so I appreciate the smooth transition a good group can make when segueing into the next song.
This dynamite lady was dancing in place right at the edge of the stage, and I thought to myself, those boobs of hers are going to be sore by the end of the night if they keep hitting the stage that way. She wasn’t very tall, so her-perfectly rounded boobs were just an inch or so above the stage, and she was bopping around so much that her tits kept bumping into the stage. I started dancing to the music too and really began to get into it. She and I even did the Bump together for a few minutes. I tell you, that really picked my spirits up!
When she wasn’t dancing, she’d prop herself up on the edge of the stage with her arms, her feet off the ground, and bend over onto the stage from the waist up, seemingly trying to get as close to the band as possible. Every time she did this, I was offered a tantalizing side view of her exposed ass-cheeks. After a bit of these gymnastics, her arms were obviously getting tired. I noticed that no help was being offered by the guy she had been talking to, so I wondered what would happen if I gave her a helping hand to stay up there. As I placed my right hand on the stage and caught a whiff of an excited female’s odor, I suddenly realized what this chick was doing. I could feel the stage vibrate under my hand, and she was obviously using it as the world’s largest vibrator.
Well, instead of giving her a helping hand, I simply shifted my left leg behind her (I had been pressing my body against her for some time now and she hadn’t given me any signs that she wanted to move away), allowing her to straddle my leg. It was a little awkward, but since she was so light I was able to easily support her weight. Now she could freely lie down and get back up without taxing her arm muscles. Can anyone guess why this had me looking more and more to my left and less and less at the band? Well, while taking all this in, I noticed another couple on the other side of the stage. The guy was holding the girl up, and he was right behind her, his crotch pressed firmly against her ass-cheeks.
A couple of times the lead guitarist came right in front of us, and each time this lady I was holding up would reach out and try to touch him. Every time he came close, she really started going crazy! Finally I made my move. While my hand was around her waist to hold her up, I positioned myself behind her, like the other couple. With my crotch right at stage level, I soon realized that my bikini briefs were so tight they were a hindrance for my full-fledged hard-on, but talk about being in seventh heaven! I was finding out how well a natural in-and-out tempo, which all males are familiar with, went with the beat of the music. For all that anyone could see us knew, we might have been getting it on. Upon reflection, I know that’s what it probably looked like.
For the first time I got a little nervous and looked around to see if anyone was watching us. When I turned to the right, my head bumped into a camera that a brunette lady was positioning to take a picture of something. Probably just the band, I thought, but maybe I should give her something even hotter to photograph! Just then, the band started playing their biggest hit from the sixties and my all-time favorite song, “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida.”
My honey in front of me was definitely going to town! And since the band played a version that was much longer than the seventeen-minute version found on the album, I was going to town too. Now I had time to make things much more comfortable for myself by rearranging the position of my cock. During the long solo halfway through the song, she did something incredible. This time, as she lay down on the stage, she pulled her left knee up on top of the stage, giving me a bird’s-eye view of her crotch. I could see that this natural blonde (who made my heart and my manhood jump!) was more than turned on. She was totally into it!
That sensuous odor of hers was really strong now. I was definitely grateful for the fact that her shorts were only made of a thin cotton material! She pulled both her knees all the way up to her breasts. And I thought I had seen everything before! One phrase from the sixties said it all: “Outta sight!” What I said before about appreciating a group’s continuity was never more evident than now: the band never missed a beat, and neither did I! But there’s one thing I truly regret I didn’t do. At the moment when she first brought her leg all the way up, I had this instinctive thought to place my left hand on the inside of her right thigh and insert my thumb right into the crotch of her shorts. But, although she had allowed all this to happen, I just didn’t know how far she wanted me to go, so I really didn’t dare to. Instead I placed my hand along the underside of her left leg while continuing to thrust my pelvis into her.
After that real long improvised solo, the group went back to finishing the song, and I’m sure my lady finished what she had started. I know she finished, because I felt her body spasm and then go limp in my arms! I was fit to be tied! All of a sudden the song was over and the band was saying their good-byes. They mentioned the name of a club they’d be playing at a few nights later, but I didn’t quite catch the name. I asked my blonde Aphrodite if she’d heard it. The brunette with the camera chimed in, while throwing me a book of matches, that they’d be playing at the club named on the cover. She said that they’d just come from there. I didn’t know if she meant my blonde honey and herself or not, but I definitely wanted to see them again, and my lady indicated she planned on being there too.
I made plans to attend the show that night but, unfortunately, I couldn’t make it. So now my only hope of meeting her would be if she reads this letter. Then she’ll know to meet me at that club on the last Saturday of the month of the issue that this letter appears in. I’ll be there wearing the same blue-and-white striped jacket, waiting to properly thank her for the fantasy that I relive every night in my dreams of that totally erotic evening!—
Name and address withheld
ONE MAN RECOUNTS THE JOYS OF INTEGRATED SEX IN A SMALL TOWN
I’ve been carrying on an affair for several months now. I live in a small, conservative Southern town, so it’s imperative that we be very discreet—especially since I am black and my lover is white.
There is a saying, “Once you’ve had black, you’ll never go back!” I think I must concur. Certainly, after Lila had had a taste of my nine-and-a-half-inch ebony cock, she kept coming back for more. We both knew we were playing with fire, but neither of us was willing to end our relationship, and it kept getting better and better. We carried on our interracial affair practically under the noses of the people in this close-knit community.
As I relived the details in my mind after each encounter, I found that words couldn’t do justice to the intense feelings that we were experiencing each time we made love together during our clandestine weekly meetings. Lila’s husband frequently traveled on business, keeping him away from home much of the time. This gave us ample opportunities to meet, often for extended periods of time.
At first we met in motels, changing them every so often to ensure that no one was getting suspicious. Whenever we had a liaison planned, she would either call me at work to tell me the time and place of our next meeting, or I would manage to slip over to her office to see her. We had sex in both my car and hers. Once we even made love in the parking lot of her office during our lunch break.
Once we’d decided on the where and when of our next meeting, and actually rendezvoused, our guard would let down and out inhibitions would be shed, and we would throw ourselves wholeheartedly into the lovemaking session.
Lila’s favorite position for making love was her on top. She loved to straddle my large cock, then settle down on it, taking it in slow and grinding her pelvis up and down until she had it fully embedded in her pussy. On each of her downstrokes, she supported her body with her arms, allowing her big, ivory breasts to brush against my face. I generally offered verbal encouragement like, “Yeah, baby, work your sweet pussy down on my love-tool,” and “Yeah, now work that hot, sweet pelvis around in circles, girl.” My dick was large enough to stimulate her love-button, so it is no surprise that she experienced multiple orgasms from the very first session.
One night we even made love in her house—in the master bedroom, no less! She had contacted me at work, explaining that her husband was off at a business conference in another part of the state and wouldn’t be home for a few days. She told me that I should come to her house after dark.
I must admit that my heart was thumping wildly in my well-developed chest as I casually strolled down her street. Despite the advances made in race relations, I can tell you that the sight of a black man walking down a darkened street in the white section of town is not that common. Glancing around to be sure no one was watching me, I quickly opened the gate in front of her house and walked around the the back door.
I knocked on the door. When she opened it, though the lights were all out, I could see that she was visibly excited. As we embraced there in the kitchen, I could feel her voluptuous body trembling. My hands began tearing off her dress and rolling her panties down over her wide, womanly hips. When her big, jiggly breasts spilled out, my thick lips latched onto the nipples. “I want to fuck you on your bed.” I mumbled thickly, suddenly overcome by the roaring haze of lust that gripped us.