Janetta moaned in pleasure as I drank down her love juices. While my head was between her legs, I took off my tie and began unbuttoning my shirt. After rolling my tongue around inside her, I slid two fingers into her snatch. As I finger-fucked her, I darted my tongue around and then finally right on her clit.
This finger- and tongue-action caused Janetta to buck up and down, screaming in ecstasy. Needless to say, this woman was very orgasmic. About half an hour and countless orgasms later,
Janetta slumped on the couch, totally spent. Now it was time to see if she would return the oral favor.
I stood up, took her hands in mine and placed them on my naked stomach. Janetta explored my chest, pausing to tongue my nipples, which I took as a good sign. Then she dropped her hands down to my pants and rubbed my inner thighs. As my cock stiffened, she worked her way up to my belt buckle.
After unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning the button and unzipping the zipper, she tugged my slacks to the floor. By this time my raging slab was desperate to get out of my briefs. Janetta stuck out her tongue and, in one incredible motion, swiftly pulled down my underwear. When my pulsating pole sprang out, it plopped effortlessly right on her waiting tongue.
Janetta swirled her talented tongue around my engorged cock while I rotated my hips. While she was busy slurping away, I was moaning in pleasure. Taking advantage of the situation, I reached behind her and unbuttoned her dress.
I knew I was close to orgasm. Not wanting to waste my load, I took a step backward and withdrew my dick from her mouth. At this point Janetta stood up, allowing her dress to fall to the floor. I quickly discarded my shirt as I took in the sight of this near-naked beauty.
Janetta was about five feet two inches tall. Although nobody would describe her as petite, the extra pounds she carried were erotically proportioned around her ample frame. From the bottom up she had muscular legs, hips that flared out and a narrower waist that was topped out by an enormous pair of boobs. They were barely contained by Janetta's voluptuous black lace bra.
Janetta stepped toward me, and we wrapped our arms around each other. During a long French kiss, her cantaloupe-size breasts pressed against me, while her long blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and across my arms and chest.
As our tongues darted in and out of our mouths, I opened the clasp on her bra. I was rewarded with the sight of her huge, creamy-white jugs capped with mouth-watering pink nipples that were standing at attention, just waiting to be sampled. Words can't describe the thrill I got holding her full-cupped bosom.
Janetta pulled away from my embrace and fell back onto the couch. She threw one leg on the top of the back of the couch while stretching the other down toward the floor. The gate to heaven was open. Her pussy seemed to unfold before my eyes. I quickly mounted her, and in one fluid motion my hard cock sank deep into her tight warm womanhood.
Her box was unbelievably hot and wet. My hips were pumping away, allowing Janetta to feel every inch of me. Mean while I caressed her tits. As I sucked on her left nipple, I tweaked the right one with my fingers. After a while I reversed the order.
All the while Janetta was crying out at high decibels. Occasionally she would yell out, “Faster, faster,” or “Fuck me! Fuck me!,” or “Oh my god, I'm coming!” During this time I would change the pace from a quick, frantic motion to a long, drawn-out penetration.
Finally Janetta threw her legs up over my shoulders, allowing me to penetrate her even more deeply. My hands grasped her titties. They were soft and heavy to the touch. In this position I felt my balls tighten up as the urge to shoot my load increased. I quickly spread her legs farther apart. They now stood straight up in the air. My hands slid down to her prodigious hips, and I pounded away.
Finally I knew I couldn't last any longer. I pulled out, grabbed my poker and gave it a few more strokes. Every drop of semen that I had in my body came firing out in a massive salvo. Janetta's whole chest was bathed in my goo.
After I climaxed, Janetta got on her hands and knees on the couch. My come dripped off her hooters like the morning dew off a melon. She leaned over and licked my manhood clean, keeping at it until I got hard again. As soon as I had some lead in my pencil, I positioned myself behind Janetta. I entered her doggie-style as her ass swayed enticingly back and forth. As I slid in and out while holding onto her bulbous hips, I was really getting into this position. Janetta howled out in bliss, “Ohhh, I'm coming.”
I responded by moaning out, “I'm about to join you.”
When Janetta pleaded, “Please shoot your sperm inside me,” I was at the point where I couldn't say no. The next thing I knew we were in the throes of a titanic simultaneous orgasm. Stream upon stream of my come jetted forth, flooding the lovely Janetta.
After this we stumbled to the shower. After working up quite a lather, we rinsed ourselves off. It was the most exciting shower I've ever taken. Afterward we felt clean and refreshed. We proceeded to the bedroom, where we both took turns giving each other full-body massages.
During this time we got each other off orally one more time. Then, completely exhausted, I wrapped my arms around Janetta, gave her a huge kiss, and we both drifted off to sleep. Needless to say, this became the start of a beautiful relationship.—
A.H., Stamford, Connecticut
HE'S JUST WILD ABOUT HARRIET, AND SHE'S JUST WILD ABOUT SEX
Your magazine, which is read in our home almost daily, continues to serve as a wonderful source of inspiration and new ideas for me and my wife. Your readers and their wonderful letters have brought new life and new excitement to our marriage. Thank you for continually reminding us, as well as the rest of the world, that humans are innately sexual. Now let me get to the real reason for writing.
Let me start by saying that my wife Harriet is the most beautiful woman in the world, and I love her dearly. Right now she is away, so all I can do is look at her picture and wish she were here.
I have traveled around the world and met many beautiful women, but none more beautiful than she. In my opinion, she is the world's most perfect woman. In short, I am deeply in love with my wife. To me, she is life itself.
For the past three years, we've rarely left each other's side for more than a few hours at a time. We haven't even worked apart. We opened a restaurant (I am a chef) so we could be together every day. There we work, side by side, throwing the occasional French fry at each other across the kitchen, and playing touchy-feely games whenever we can.
I have a cock that is somewhat larger than average. It's just over eight inches long and about seven inches around, with fairly large balls. This often leaves a rather conspicuous bulge in everything I wear, but I have learned to live with the problem.
Harriet is of Penthouse Pet quality. Standing five feet eight inches tall, she weighs one hundred fifteen pounds and fills out a 36C cup very nicely. She has a slim waist that tapers to a very beautiful, clean-shaven, sweet-tasting pussy. Her pussy sports a large clit and full lips that she loves to have lightly rubbed and licked. She doesn't like direct contact on her clit until she is really aroused. Rounded hips taper exquisitely to shapely legs and slender ankles. All of this topped off with long, wavy, windblown hair and a perfect movie-star smile is rather like placing the cherry atop an ice-cream sundae.
Harriet really enjoys showing off her body, and I enjoy it too. Sometimes Harriet will wear a very low-cut top so that she can bend over for good-looking men at opportune moments to give them a good view of her ample breasts. Lately she has even taken to wearing loose-fitting short shorts so that she can flash her blonde beaver when the mood strikes her.
My pride really soars when she gets some other man's dick hard while we are together. It really makes for some hot sex together later. She gets so wet when she's been flashing her body. My cock slides in so easily, and pumps in and out effortlessly.
Harriet is multiorgasmic, and in one hour can have as many as twenty or twenty-five orgasms, each one coming in quicker and quicker succession. Sometimes we have to stop because her clit gets too sensitive. My problem is that I enjoy being buried inside her for as long as possible every time we make love, which is at least once a day, and sometimes several times a day.
Recently Harriet asked me if I would mind if she found another man, or possibly even another woman, to join us in a three-some. The idea excited me, and we talked about it while we made love. We both achieved spectacular orgasms. Afterward we lay together, and while my dick was still hard and dripping with come, Harriet licked it clean. We talked some more, agreeing upon the terms of this encounter. We then set about deciding who, when, where, and so forth. After tossing several names back and forth, we finally settled on a guy we had befriended only two weeks before. His name is Walter.
Walter is a fellow we met at an automobile dealership. He wanted to buy the very same convertible that we had just bought. After ordering our cars, we went out for cocktails to celebrate our new purchases. Then we all had dinner together. We hit it off real well with him and made promises to get together again soon.
Being the man of the house, it was my task to broach this subject with Walter. I invited him out for lunch the very next day to discuss the possibility. Walter almost swallowed the olive in his martini when I told him what we had in mind. He practically jumped out of his chair in excitement and asked, “C'mon, are you for real? I mean seriously?”
I assured him that I was completely serious, and his retort was, “But your wife is so fucking beautiful. I can't believe this. Yes, of course I'm interested. When? Where? I'll take the rest of the afternoon off, man!”
After calming him down, we made arrangements to meet at the cocktail lounge in a nearby hotel at eight the next night. He said he'd be there and that he couldn't wait.
The whole next day Harriet and I were both quite nervous. I imagine that Walter probably felt the same way too. We arrived at the lounge a little early, and after what seemed like forever, Walter walked in.
After we all had a drink, I went to the front desk to get a room. On an impulse, I opted for the honeymoon suite. After retrieving Harriet and Walter from the lounge, we all went upstairs.
As I closed the door behind us, Harriet made a mad dash for the bedroom. I tried to tell Walter that since Harriet and I had never done this before, he should take things kind of slow. But before I could get all the words out, Harriet was calling to us from the next room. Walter and I went in to find that Harriet had already removed her blouse, slacks and panties, and was now standing in front of us totally naked. She was evidently ready to dive right into the action. We were both speechless, but Harriet sure wasn't. “I need a tongue in my pussy and a cock in my mouth, men, and I need it now!” she announced imperiously. Walter looked at me, and I looked at him. Well, if she was ready, so were we!
We raced to get undressed and over to Harriet. Walter won, but only because one look at his big dick stopped me dead in my tracks. I could see that Harriet was shocked too. Neither of us had ever seen an eleven-inch cock before. It was a magnificent tool, and it looked as if it had been carved out of ivory. Rock hard, it reached up to his belly button. It had a huge purple head, with large distended veins running along the shaft, and he had a smaller set of balls than I had. Nevertheless, I wasn't sure that Harriet could take all of that meat. It was going to be a tight fit.
Harriet has what I'd call a milking pussy. She can fuck a man and not move an outward muscle, yet make herself come again and again. She has incredible control and is really an artist at manipulating those inner muscles.
Upon seeing Walter's cock, Harriet told me to wait and just watch. I did as I was told, standing off to the side with my dick in my hand as I watched Harriet take control of this huge cock.
She took hold of it as if in awe of it and hefted it in her hands, as if she were guessing its weight. After running her hands over it and exploring every ridge and vein, she started jacking him off. Walter shot off immediately, and Harriet let his creamy come shoot all over her tits. Then she got up and told him to lick his sperm off her until it was all gone. He did so without hesitation, licking her tits with gusto and playing with her pussy the whole time.
Harriet was really getting into this and asked me to masturbate for her so Walter could lick up my come too. I moved closer and jacked off as quickly as I could while she massaged my balls. When I was about to explode, I pulled Walter away from Harriet's pussy lips, which he was licking, so that I could shoot my load all over her pubic hair. Harriet then asked Walter to lick up my come too. While he licked her clean, she again stroked his cock, telling him how much she wanted it in her hot, tight pussy.
When he was almost done, she stopped him and lay down on the bed. She had us get on either side of her, and she kissed both of our cocks and played with our balls. She told us that she wanted us each to fuck her three times in succession, and then she would give us a treat. She asked us if we thought we could handle that, and of course we said yes. Since she had never been fucked by Walter before, she asked that he go first. I said that was fine with me.
Walter got down between her legs to finish licking her clean, but Harriet told him to go ahead and fuck her right away. That way the love juices from all three of us would mix as he shot off in her for the first time.
Walter took his big cock in his hand and guided it toward her entrance. He rubbed the head up and down her slit, and over her clit, until she begged him to fuck her. She pleaded, “Give me your big cock now! Please, fuck me before I come!” She sounded so sexy! How could he refuse?
Walter spread her lips with his left hand and guided his cock into her tight love-tunnel with his right. He worked it in slowly as Harriet gasped at its girth, but she grabbed his hips and pulled him into her ever so slowly until he hit bottom. Harriet reached down to feel his cock and realized there were still a couple of inches of it outside her pussy. She instructed him, “Put it in the rest of the way, or as far in as you can.” She was determined to get it all in, and when my wife sets her mind on something, she usually gets it.