Sultry Passions, Sinful Desires Part 7

"For starters," she said, "no man has ever seen my v.a.g.i.n.a before. That was the first time anyone ever kissed me there." She also told me that it was the first time she had ever had an o.r.g.a.s.m by means other than her fingers. She sat up, looked me straight in the eyes, and said that she had been looking for a man who would make her feel glad to be a woman. For the first time she said she was. Then she leaned down and kissed me and said she could taste her p.u.s.s.y on my mouth.

"But you can kiss me tonight," she added, "and taste your c.o.c.k on my lips, because I want you to teach me how to suck your c.o.c.k. I've never wanted to before, but I sure want to suck you."

As I dressed, she said she would fix us a bite to eat.

"Okay," I said, "but there's one thing I would appreciate you doing for me before you get dressed. Trim that thatch of hair between your legs for me."

"Oh, no," she said, "if you want it trimmed, that's your job. Trim it the way you want it, okay?" Sounded good to me. I sure had no objection to playing with a gorgeous p.u.s.s.y.

When I returned from fetching my things at my parents' house, she was just starting dinner. I put my stuff away in a room that was quite grand. It had a sliding door separating it from the master bedroom she slept in. When I went to the kitchen she said, "Fix us a drink. I'll be right back." She was wearing a silk robe. I could see she had fresh makeup on, stockings, and pumps.

When she returned she had changed into a different outfit. She had evidently been into my things, because she had on one of my s.h.i.+rts (unb.u.t.toned) along with one of my ties knotted loosely around her neck! And this was all she had on! It was instant hard-on time! I couldn't believe how hot she looked dressed in my clothes. She saw my bulge and said, "I think I already have it figured out-you like to see me naked, don't you? But I must admit, it's a real turn-on to be wearing your clothes." I told her honestly that she looked better in them than I ever had.

As we ate, we talked and sipped wine. She told me all about herself and why she had filed for divorce. I told her about myself and she asked me why I had never married. I just said that I had never met a lady who pushed all my b.u.t.tons before. I told her she was the only lady who appealed to me enough to give me a hard-on fifty feet away.

She laughed and said she had a confession to make. She said that I was the only man she had met in her lifetime whom she was attracted to-so much so that it caused her to cream her panties. We both agreed that there was no sense fighting it. We had l.u.s.t in our hearts for each other.

We talked for the best part of an hour. Samantha said she cared a lot for me, but was afraid she would end up getting hurt. I told her that was strange, because I was thinking the same thing. I told her what bothered me most was that she had money and all I had was an appet.i.te.

I told her up front that in public I wanted it to be employer and employee. I thought it would be best for her business and her social status if we kept it that way. But in our private life, we would do whatever gave us pleasure. So we both agreed to let things stand that way.

We cleared the table and realized that we had polished off the bottle of wine. While putting the dishes in the sink and watching Sam in my s.h.i.+rt with those superb t.i.ts peeking out at me, I knew I wanted some more of her p.u.s.s.y. She saw my bulge and asked, "Is that thing loaded?" Arm in arm we headed for the bedroom.

Sam asked, "Were you serious when you asked me to trim my p.u.s.s.y?"

"Sure," I said. "Why?"

By way of reply, she handed me a pair of scissors. She then lay back on the edge of the bed, pulled her knees up, and spread her legs. When I started tr.i.m.m.i.n.g I couldn't even see her seam! When I finished I was looking at a gorgeous p.u.s.s.y that was leaking love lava. I put the scissors down and started eating her. She squealed, saying how much more sensitive her l.a.b.i.a felt. I got her going good when I put my c.o.c.k in her, stroked a few times, pulled out, and started eating her again.

I kept doing that until she had come several times. "Wait," she said, "don't come in me yet, because I want to do something to you." When I sat on the bed she got between my legs and asked me to teach her how to suck c.o.c.k.

I told her about the sensitive area under the head, and to watch her teeth and the rest would come naturally. Then I just lay back and watched this gorgeous lady slip her lips over the head of my c.o.c.k as she started pumping and sucking. Well, I have had my c.o.c.k sucked by a h.e.l.l of a lot of women who were more experienced at sucking c.o.c.k, but none of them brought me off like Sam. I told her I was going to come and that she had better back off because I wasn't sure if she was ready for that yet.

She lifted her mouth off my c.o.c.k and said, "I won't learn how to suck you by stopping!" She got back on my c.o.c.k with her mouth and stroked my shaft with her fist. I fired line after line of come into her mouth. She lost some of it, but she didn't stop till she had licked my c.o.c.k clean. And she wouldn't stop till she had my meat hard again. She straddled me, putting my c.o.c.k in her wet p.u.s.s.y, and rode me as I sucked and licked her t.i.ts. She got crazy again as she came and came. Finally, I reached my second peak as I shot another load into her.

As we calmed down I turned her around and we lay down on our sides with my c.o.c.k still in her, and we went to sleep that way. We slept about three hours and she awoke first. She started moving her a.s.s back and forth on my c.o.c.k till I woke up, and then we f.u.c.ked till we came again. The sheets were a sticky, tangled mess. Sam simply said, "Don't worry about it. That's why they invented was.h.i.+ng machines."

Well, I never did go to college, but Sam paid me well and I stayed with her. We never did marry. She wanted to get married, but I didn't, because people would say that I had married her for her money and that wouldn't have been true. We were, however, very much in love with each other and people never did get wise to our private life together.

In conclusion, I would just like to say that Sam was the finest lady whom I have ever had the privilege of knowing, and I loved her dearly. The reason I speak in these terms-in the past tense-is, this story has a very sad ending for me. See, Sam was killed in a plane crash recently and I have been left with a void in my life that will never be filled by another.

There are those who say that time heals all wounds. Maybe, but I think it depends on how deep your feelings are for someone. We were together for most of our lives and we did it all. She also did one thing that I didn't ask for: She left me pretty well off financially. One thing is for sure, that money won't be spent on another lady, not one red cent.

-Name and address withheld.

A Plain Man's Secret.

To see me as anything but your average, run-of-the-mill forty-year-old white male, you must see me in the most intimate of situations. Otherwise I'm very plain-looking, with the average look of my mixed heritage, an average build, and the very average weight problem of forty-year-old men.

I do have an above-average-size c.o.c.k, which has a delightful history of surprising the most uppity of women I have known intimately. But I have not let my c.o.c.k size (nine-plus inches and thick) limit my ongoing journey on the s.e.xual road of life.

You see, I have found early in life the key to engaging in a f.u.c.k that is, one hundred percent guaranteed, the greatest, unequaled before or since, experienced by any woman (and the men) I've been with.

Before I tell you my simple yet very rare quality, I feel you should hear of an example to set the stage. I'm the first to let anyone who knows me well enough ask why I'm not married. Well, it's a shame that me and marriage have come up empty on two different occasions. I take the responsibility for their failures on me.

My current lover, Kate, is a forty-two-year-old beauty who is Catholic through and through, enough to have wasted twenty years of her life in a guilt-ridden, fake, s.e.xually nonsatisfying marriage to her high school sweetheart. Once her kids were gone from home, she faced the truth that her man wasn't able to do anything for her.

Swoos.h.!.+ Two years after she left the marriage, I entered her life. We were social friends who saw each other on a weekly basis at functions and parties and so on. I was very cautious toward her out of respect for our mutual acquaintances and hosts.

But as is my usual case, my reputation had preceded me, by far. And because of her stagnant life and skills, she asked me to school her in the correct and satisfying way to a long-awaited o.r.g.a.s.mic s.e.x life.

Now, had I been a tall, well-built, superhandsome man, I'm told the thought of me being able to thrill, chill, and utterly change a gal's life would be very easy. But because of my unimpressive appearance she was very skeptical about my reputation and asked for some background demonstration to verify my skill.

That evening I invited her back to my home. We arrived about eleven. Once we were comfortable, I showed her a video of me and a couple I knew. They had just sent it to me with a note of thanks, saying to share our intimate get-together with skeptics.

After thirty minutes Kate finally blinked her eyes. After another forty minutes she sipped her drink. And after another sixty minutes she asked me to turn off the video. She turned to me and asked to talk to the couple to see if it was real or some kind of joke.

We went next door, and I introduced my friendly neighbors to her. Before she could ask them anything, the female whispered to her, "What are you doing here? Go back and jump into his bed." And with that, off we went, back to my house.

First we showered together-to break the ice, you know. It was then that I first gazed at her splendor. Her long, shapely legs ended at an apple-shaped a.s.s that would make a twenty-year-old blush. Her slim build was very average upstairs, and her eyes wore a look of naivete and perpetual wonderment.

After a good time showering, we ended up on the bed. And to this day she has never looked back to it as a wrong move.

That was a Friday night. She left for work on Monday morning a new woman. She has enjoyed our life for two-plus years now, and she is now of the same knowledge as I. To submit to the wanton integrity of s.e.xuality. There, I said it, and to corroborate my statement I do also say this: Knowledge is the greatest aphrodisiac of all. And I suppose sporting a big, thick d.i.c.k doesn't hurt either.

Oh, yeah, on to my tale. One Sat.u.r.day, I got a call. The caller was a s.e.xy-voiced gal who had never had me but was obviously looking to test my reputation. She told me to be at a local restaurant/bar that evening at seven. And oh, by the way, I wouldn't be the only one there she would be attempting to seduce.

So I arrived at seven and went inside and made myself inconspicuous to any spying eyes. As I sized up the bar I saw some couples and some singles, both men and women, but n.o.body who stuck out as my caller. And then, accompanied by a nondescript guy, in strolled the most beautiful blonde I have ever gawked at. I do gawk at blonde women. I absolutely love them.

She was wearing the tightest micro-mini I've ever seen. Her legs were long and lean, with powerful thighs. Her a.s.s really stuck out in that material. I'm not a b.o.o.b man, so while her big, round, firm, braless jugs fit her perfectly, that's for the men who yearn for that to look at.

In short: movie-star quality with a hint of b.i.t.c.hiness mixed in. Altogether, she was one hundred on a one-to-ten scale.

I prayed to G.o.d that she was my caller. It turned out that she was. And after a smoke, some chat with her and her man (a twin of me except a bit taller and younger), off we went to their hotel room. It seems that of the fifteen men lined up that day as a possible bang for her, I was the only one to show, to dare to put his reputation to the test.

"You really must be all that and a big d.i.c.k to boot," she cooed. "Why don't you drop 'em and let me gaze at my satisfaction for tonight?"

With that I unzipped and let 'em drop. I am ever so happy to say she turned to her hubby and said, "Kick back, sweetie, we are going to be a long, long while."

Little did she know what I had in store for her. Rhonda was her name, and o.r.g.a.s.mic bliss was her claim to fame. She expected all men to satisfy her before she even considered doing the same.

The sight of Rhonda sprawled pantyless on the queen-size bed in front of me got my c.o.c.k's ever-so-humble attention, and as I casually set down a twelve-pack of condoms on the nightstand, she eyed them and asked me, "Plan on using every single one before you leave?"

"I do," I replied. I felt my d.i.c.k swell and lengthen some.

"Oh, so we have a real, live Mr. Big d.i.c.k, do we?" she whispered slyly to me.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied. "Or rather, I do."

And with that, I headed for a quick shower, to let her think of what was ahead. To my own surprise, her hubby popped in with me. He washed my back and a.s.s and reached around to wash off my still-lengthening p.r.i.c.k. He looked me in the eye and said confidentially, "Don't disappoint her or me, please."

"I promise you a show to cherish forever," I answered.

"Can I video you?" he asked.

"Yes you can, if you wish," I said. And he disappeared out of the shower.

I dried myself and reemerged in the bedroom. He was ready with Mr. Video, and Rhonda was naked on the bed. She was fingering her beautiful blonde p.u.s.s.y for the camera and introducing the situation for the tape.

"And may I present to you my Mr. Big d.i.c.k," she said, and the video panned to me.

My only spoken words were: "Watch, learn, and leave those s.h.i.+tty s.e.x sessions to your past and former lovers, because I'm about to show you how to f.u.c.k a woman of substance properly."

And I proceeded to give them two three-hour tapes' worth of awe-inspiring, twelve-condom s.e.x. We finished the video with the blonde's well-f.u.c.ked body humming as she sweetly sucked my thirteenth load of the night. Then she collapsed, he collapsed, and I gathered my clothes.

We exchanged dearest good-byes. I went home and never heard from her again. But I have my memories of that night.

-F.M., Detroit, Michigan.

Do All That You Can Do.

Although I have worked at a major Army installation for more than ten years, I had never screwed a soldier. I worked in a small organization, and Buzz was the new NCO a.s.signed to my office. The first time I saw him I knew I had to have him. He was tall with sandy blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He has the kind of body women want to wrap their legs around and never let go. He was perfect, and just looking at him was enough to make me cream my panties.

As the weeks went by, my desire for him became so intense that I fantasized constantly about s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g him. He was always so confident and self-a.s.sured that I knew he would be a great f.u.c.k. Finally I decided that if you want something, you have to go after it! I was determined he was going to f.u.c.k me, so one day when we were leaving work I confessed my feelings to him.

I told him that I had been hot for him for months and he was driving me crazy with desire. He stared at me, smiled, and said that we could do something about that. He had to go somewhere, but we would talk later.

The first thing the next morning Buzz came into my office and said he had been thinking about me all night. But before the conversation could progress any further, the office was filled with people and we could not talk privately. We never could get any time alone, so that afternoon Buzz sent me an e-mail asking if I wanted to go to the bas.e.m.e.nt and talk. I wrote back that I would be there in five minutes.

I had never seen the bas.e.m.e.nt before, so I did not know what to expect. Buzz was waiting for me at the bottom of the steps and said to follow him. He took me to a small back room that was used for storage. My heart was pounding with excitement. I was eager and h.o.r.n.y, and my c.u.n.t was wet from antic.i.p.ation.

Before I could utter a word he pulled me toward him, reached under my dress, and started finger-f.u.c.king me. Then he got down on his knees and started servicing my p.u.s.s.y with his tongue. He said I had "a beautiful golden p.u.s.s.y" and kept probing me with his tongue, deeper and deeper.

I was lost in a sea of ecstasy. No one had ever eaten my p.u.s.s.y like that before. My legs were quivering because I knew that I was going to come and come hard. Buzz continued to work on my p.u.s.s.y, getting it primed for his d.i.c.k. He sucked my p.u.s.s.y and flicked my c.l.i.t with his fingers. My p.u.s.s.y was dripping wet and swollen with desire.

I was ready, and he knew exactly what I wanted. He stood up so I could see the huge bulge in his pants. I was thrilled and filled with antic.i.p.ation. I reached over and gave it a squeeze through his pants. When I took him in my mouth, I could feel his c.o.c.k throbbing deep in my throat. I knew he was ready to f.u.c.k.

I got up on my feet, and he asked me to turn around. He said he wanted to see my a.s.s while he f.u.c.ked me. I turned around and arched forward so my a.s.s was in the air and he had easy access to my honey-pot. He mounted me from behind while he used both hands to spread my a.s.scheeks and p.u.s.s.y lips wide.

He shoved his swollen c.o.c.k up my p.u.s.s.y and gave me a few broad strokes, in and out. He came really fast and hard, filling me up with his love juices. Then he asked me to turn around again. He finger-f.u.c.ked me until I came again. He was like a s.e.x machine as he serviced my entire body. It was incredible.

We got ourselves together and went back to work, but all I could think about was Buzz. f.u.c.king him in the supply room was the wildest experience I had ever had. I'm glad n.o.body came down looking for paper or pencils.

Since then our midday adventures have been frequent enough that I always keep an extra pair of dry panties handy. When Buzz asks me to go to lunch, it's not a hamburger he's after. He loves to eat p.u.s.s.y, and I'm delighted to oblige him. He is the most incredible lover and will do anything to satisfy me.

More recently we've been experimenting with oils, but that would be a whole other letter.

-O.B., Petersburg, Virginia.

Baby, It's Hot Inside.

I'm not going to start this story by saying that I would never have occasion to write to Forum. I have had many experiences that I could share. But I want to share my favorite one with you.

I had just gotten out of a sour relations.h.i.+p, and a coworker named Abbie had supported me through it. It was my birthday, and Abbie decided to take me out for the occasion. We went for a nice, romantic dinner, where I paid the bill, under great protest from her. So she said that she would give me a real present by the end of the night. My mind began to race with ideas.

Abbie excused herself-to the ladies' room, she said (actually to use the phone)-and was gone for a while. We had only worked together for a month, and still felt nervous around each other, so small talk continued. After the meal, she told me to drive to the destination of her choice. We arrived at a place I had never heard of before. She told me it was time for my real present.

Abbie had rented a hot tub room for us, and the gift was her. Getting undressed was very different in front of this relative stranger, but I was nude first and hopped in the water. She soon followed. I stared at the pet.i.te body of this woman in front of me. It didn't matter then (or now) that she is six years younger than me, only eighteen back then. I wanted her so much. I kissed her, and our bodies locked together for the first time. Those erect nipples of hers pressed into me so I couldn't touch them.

The moment of truth was at hand. In one quick motion I guided her to the side of the tub. She is five-two and maybe ninety pounds, and I wanted to taste every inch. I burrowed my tongue into her dark s.n.a.t.c.h. The music, the steam, the heat, and the newness factor made it really easy to bring her to her first o.r.g.a.s.m.

Thank G.o.d the radio was on fairly loud, because this tiny woman was a screamer, and a loud one. Her juices flowed onto my tongue. I never had tasted nectar so sweet. She screamed and ran her fingers through my hair as I tongued her out. After several more o.r.g.a.s.ms she locked her legs around my head and exploded once more.

Sitting up, I kissed her, and she licked my face. That drove me even more wild. I put my d.i.c.k in her hand, and she guided it into her moist folds. Stroking all the way in, I easily hit bottom in her hot p.u.s.s.y. I pulled her into the water with me. It seemed to be about one hundred degrees, but that small, tight c.u.n.t of hers was a lot hotter.

I wanted to come right then, but I knew she wanted to f.u.c.k more, so I held back. She stroked, bucked, and squirmed on my huge, throbbing c.o.c.k. Now she was producing her own o.r.g.a.s.ms. I never felt such a tight c.u.n.t, and it had a powerful grip on my p.e.c.k.e.r. With every movement of her hips she f.u.c.ked harder.

I pulled her off my rock-hard d.i.c.k and placed it by her face. She lapped eagerly at it, her head bobbing up and down. Her fingers probed my a.s.s and b.a.l.l.s. Suddenly I jerked back and spurted gobs of j.i.s.m into her mouth. She opened up and I watched it slide down her throat.

I'll never forget that night. It was the dead of winter outside, but inside, it was the hottest experience I've ever had.

-S.H., Victoria, British Columbia.

Can't Wait to See Him.