By eleven, our fingers and tongues having done all they could, I was out cruising the local roads looking for likely sites to stage a breakdown and break out the air mattress I keep handy in the back of the van.
As usual, I was rewarded. There were a couple of good-looking guys among the good Samaritans who stopped and, also as usual, both gentlemen elected to drop their pants upon invitation. I always wear a garter belt and stockings under a loose short skirt when I’m cruising. Leaving my underpants at home helps, too. The men are understandably in a hurry.
Home, showered and changed by four is a must since I’m screwing the paperboy. I enjoy Herbert mostly because he was a virgin until I broke him in, and I can still safely dispense with condoms. Like any eighteen-year-old, that lad can get it up again in a hurry. A few sucks help sometimes, in an emergency. I try to meet and seduce a college student at least twice a month. Needless to say, the males are easy, once you overcome their fright. You have to spend a great deal of effort becoming a young woman’s friend and confidante before you can bed her.
Whenever my husband is away I spend part of an evening at a second girlfriend’s home. Bernice is a call girl. She is quite pretty and consequently very busy. Because I am not interested in the fee part, she never minds letting me take on a couple of interesting, well-hung Johns.
I typed this letter with a vibrator in my pussy, so please overlook any errors. And guys, if you see a blue van and a lady in distress one afternoon on a side road on the west coast, stop and say hello!—
B.M., Pacifica, California
I have been an avid reader of your magazine for years, I can’t believe I finally have a story to write about. I have a passion for exotic dancers. I love to watch them dance and strip. Lap dancers are my favorite. My girlfriend knows about this and dances for me at home. She is quite attractive, with a fine body: small and firm breasts, flat stomach, nice hips. Her tight, bouncy butt is probably her best feature.
Until recently I was her only audience, although her home dance routines are excellent. She seems to take naturally to the art of stripping. When we took a trip to Baltimore where there are a lot of bars that feature exotic dancers, I talked her into going into one of the bars with me. She was reluctant at first, but I told her she could just watch the other dancers and maybe pick up a few pointers.
When we got ready to go to the bar, she wore one of her stripping outfits from home. It included black lace thong panties, thigh-high stockings, a white lace bra under a lace top that is quite transparent and a black spandex miniskirt. She looked great. You could see her dark nipples through the lace top and when she sat down her skirt rode up to show a lot of thigh. If she spread her legs a little you caught a glimpse of her panty-covered pussy. I told her sincerely I was sure she would probably look better than most of the dancers, but she didn’t believe me. In fact, she got a little apprehensive, not really sure if she could go out in public dressed in such a revealing outfit. Little did she know that before the night was over I was hoping that she would be showing off all of her body.
I suggested we have a couple of drinks and a joint for courage, and we did. She always gets real horny after smoking so I knew everything would work out fine.
Walking through the hotel was an experience for her. She really turned a few heads, which helped build her self confidence. When she got into the cab her legs opened up and the cab driver got quite a view. We were on our way to a very enjoyable evening.
The bar we chose was a little more upscale than most, and it was crowded. It had a large stage in the center and there were smaller ones in dark corners for the lap dancers. When we entered the bar the featured dancer was just finishing her routine. As she removed her G-string she rubbed her middle finger along her pussy lips and into her slit, then licked her fingers. The crowd really loved that and so did I. Turning to my girlfriend I said, “Now there’s a new trick for you, Suzette.” Suzette nodded, enthusiastically, and watched the dancer closely. She was really getting excited by the dance. And even with all the professional dancers around, a lot of guys were checking her out. That got her even more excited.
We found a seat at the bar and when she sat she gave everyone a good view of her crotch. I asked her how she felt about showing her pussy off. She said she wasn’t sure. “What do you think about everyone seeing my pussy?” she asked me. I told her I not only didn’t mind but was hoping she’d go a little further, let everybody see all she had.
Suzette loves to fuck and suck cock but she was not sure she could strip in front of all those horny men. She protested that she was not attractive enough, I told her I would prove her wrong. I found the manager and told him I had a girl who wanted an audition, that she was a little nervous but wanted to try out. We walked over to her and I introduced him.
“Call me Jim,” he said. “If you’re nervous, come to my office and dance for me there.” Suzette said she would only do that if I accompanied her. The manager said, “No problem.” Then he asked if she knew what the men might want her to do.
Suzette said she had a pretty good idea, and that she understood there were rules about touching and stuff.
Jim said men would pay more if she let them touch her. “Some might want you to suck their cocks while you dance,” he added.
Suzette said she wouldn’t suck anyone’s cock but mine. The manager said that was up to her. All this was quite an advance for Suzette—from not being sure about dancing in the nude to talking about sucking some strange guy’s cock.
In his office, Jim put on some dance music. He and I sat in chairs in the middle of the room. It was show-time. Suzette danced around the room, slowly at first, and let her skirt ride up. As she danced over to Jim she pulled off her top. When she reached him, he stroked each of her breasts.
She pulled away from Jim and slipped off her skirt, leaning over to give us a full view of her ass. Now dancing only in her bra, panties and stockings she really got into it. I didn’t know how far she would go but I soon found out. She danced over to the manager and asked, “Do you want the works, sweetie?” It was obvious to me Suzette had overcome a lot of her shyness.
“Give it your best shot,” he panted. She unhooked the bra and it fell away. Then she placed his hands on her tits. He fondled each nipple. She bent closer so he could kiss her nipples. Then she pulled away and danced over to me. I ran my hand up her inner thighs and fondled her pussy. It was soaked. I asked her if she wanted to stop now.
“I’m doing fine,” she said. “I’m not going to stop now!”
“Do whatever you want,” I encouraged her. Suzette danced back to Jim and stood between his legs. She put her hand on his crotch and grabbed his prick through his jeans. Jim opened his belt and gave her better access to his cock. She sat in his lap and rubbed his prick all over her legs and pussy. Then she removed her panties. When she slipped them over her legs you could see just how wet her pussy was.
“Let us see how wet your pussy is,” I asked her. She put Jim’s hand right on her honey-pot. When she removed it she licked her cream off his fingers.
What a turn-on! She was really putting on a good show. Now Jim told her she could dance later in the evening, but first invited her to suck his cock. He wanted her to suck his cock!
Jim had said the right thing. He then got the blowjob of his life. Suzette knelt in front of him and slurped his cock into her mouth. She licked and sucked it, then took it all down her throat. It did not take long for him to come, and she swallowed it all. As she dressed, he told her she could dance for him anytime.
We returned to our seats to await her turn, but that will be another letter.—
G.C., Kenosha, Wisconsin
GETTING TO KNOW A NEW NEIGHBOR
In our six-year relationship my former girlfriend Louise and I have spoken of many fantasies. Some we fulfilled. Others will always remain just fantasies. Either way, we love sharing them.
One very hot fantasy was our all-time favorite, and it included another man—a threesome. The idea of watching Louise wrap her soft wet lips around a thick, long hard cock made us both extremely horny as well as creative. One night we had smoked a good joint and got pretty drunk. I lay down in our bedroom. Louise stayed in the living room to watch one of our favorite porn movies. (You guessed it, a threesome.) Later Louise came into the bedroom. I was stroking my hard cock. She liked to watch me jack off. She climbed in next to me and asked what I was thinking of. Well, I first told her of how horny I got just watching her get excited as we talked about our threesome fantasy, in which she fucked a man with a thick hard cock as I watched. Then I would lick all the juices from her well-fucked, ruby-lipped pussy. “His come too?” she asked. “Yes, everything from the lips to the deepest point of your sweet cunt,” I answered. She kissed me gently, gave my hard tool a peck, ran her tongue over the crack of my ass and told me not to come until she got back. She wanted to finish the movie. She was wearing a sexy black G-string and a teddy I had bought for her. She loved to show it off. Moments later I heard her open the patio door, as we often do to cool off the apartment when there’s a breeze. Then I heard a rustling of clothes. I assumed Louise was getting comfortable on the couch. But then I heard slurping noises and very soft moans of passion. Louise loves to play with a monster-size dildo as we watch our movies, so I thought nothing of it. The sound of the TV got louder, as did the moans. It all sounded like good hot sex. A half-hour later Louise turned off the TV and came to bed. She was naked and I felt a light film of sweat on her body. I was nearly asleep and my cock was soft now.
“I’m going to get your cock fat and hard,” she said, “and then you’re going to fuck me to an earth-shattering orgasm.” She kissed me deeply, groaning passionately, and ground her honey-pot against my John Thomas. I realized then that she reeked of sex. Her lips were all swollen, as if she had just finished giving a well-hung stud a dedicated blowjob.
My cock stiffened. “Please eat my pussy,” she begged. I spread her legs and dove into a very wet and puffy-lipped pussy surrounded by matted pubic hair. Her cunt was filled with come. I smelled and tasted another man’s jism and his musky sweat.
So Louise had just finished fucking another man. But who? How? I loved it.
“Eat me,” she cried again. I can’t remember being that excited. Like a mad pussy hound I explored every crack and fold of her sweet cunny. “Oh yes,” she shouted, “eat my pussy good.” I swallowed every drop of fuck-juice in her quim. “Do you like my pussy? Do you love the taste?” she cried.
I growled deeply, grabbed her ass, rubbed the honey-pot all over my face. “I’ve never tasted your pussy like this. The taste and smell makes me hornier than I can ever remember. I love the taste of your pussy!” She came immediately. Her body shook as never before. Her screams of orgasm pierced the night. “Yes, oh yes. I’m coming,” she cried. I played with her clit as my tongue made deep passes through her beautiful pussy.
Finally, she pushed me away. She could take no more. I rolled her over on her stomach and with one stroke easily thrust into her asshole the entire length of my very hard nine-inch cock. She arched her back and made the penetration even deeper. I fucked her with long leisurely strokes. “Your cock feels bigger than ever,” she said. “Fuck me.” She looked up at me over her shoulder as I lunged within her. “Why are you so horny?” she asked.
“The smell and taste of your sweet pussy does that to me,” I told her, my voice husky with passion.
I didn’t want to let her know I knew her secret. She reached back, grabbed her ass-cheeks and spread them even wider. I exploded with an orgasm surpassing all others I had ever had. I kissed her face and neck, telling her how much I loved her. We soon fell asleep.
The next morning while drinking my coffee on the balcony, I saw our newly moved-in next-door neighbor, also outside and reading his newspaper. His robe opened slightly to reveal a robust chest and a flat stomach. I introducing myself and he uncrossed his legs to shake my hand. That revealed his monster cock. I kept glancing at it as we spoke. It was at least ten inches long and thick as a Coke can. This, I realized, was the man and the prick that had deposited the load of jism that I had eaten out of Louise’s pussy. The new neighbor made no attempt to hide his prick as we continued to make small talk. He leaned his head back to soak up the morning sunshine and his legs widened to show off a large pair of balls. He knew my eyes were fixed on his cock. He also knew I would be less embarrassed if he looked away. He was enjoying my curiosity.
My cock began to thicken as I pictured Louise’s hot mouth trying to swallow his prong whole. I could almost see her lips and tongue massaging this mammoth cock. I fantasized her straddling his cock, and this made my prick peek out of my robe. I couldn’t help but picture him fucking Louise doggie-style, thrusting deep inside her. My hand had now begun to stroke my own hardened tool. He looked up and asked, “What’s on your mind, neighbor?”
I realized what I was doing and was embarrassed. I answered, “Women must love your cock, eh?”
“Yes, they do,” he said. “They like it any way, from sucking it to my fucking them doggie-style.”
I immediately came on myself.
“Damn,” he said. “What can you be thinking of?”
“Well,” I said, “I love the fact that you are fucking my girlfriend. We always fantasize about her and another man—hoping his cock looks like yours.”
“Then you know?” he asked.
“Yes, I do,” I said, “and when she came back to bed, I cleaned out her come-soaked pussy and swallowed every drop.”
He looked surprised.
“Relax,” I said. “I would like to keep this our secret.”
“Fine, anything special you want me to do?”
“Yes,” I said. “Fuck her good and deep and have her suck every inch of your cock. Fuck her in every position, and come in her doggie-style.”