— J. S., California
Thick Dick
I’m a married woman who reads your letters with my husband on a regular basis. While our sex life is good, I have developed a craving for thick cocks. My husband’s is, let’s say, average. He is sympathetic to my cravings, and he even bought me an eight-inch dildo that is more than two inches thick. It helps, but it’s not like the real thing.
Well, a couple of weeks ago, the annual rodeo was in town, and my cravings were finally satisfied. It all started when my company had its annual rodeo party after work. In the past I’d done a little dressing up for the event, but this year I decided to go all out. I bought a denim skirt that was split up the front and held shut by two snaps, a denim shirt with snaps, and some new boots.
The day of the party was a hot one, so I left my bra at home. The party turned out to be a great big bore, and I left at around seven. As I walked by another party, somebody whistled at me. Always willing to acknowledge a compliment, I turned around and saw a man I do business with from another company. Bobby was at his company party, and he was apparently having a great time, as I would have expected, since he’s a real looker. At well over six feet tall, he has a fantastic body, well muscled and proportioned, topped off by a great personality. His wife is equally splendid as well, unfortunately. Bobby brought me into his party, and soon we had taken over the dance floor. Eventually, a slow song came on, and Bobby reached out, wrapped his powerful arms around me, and pulled me toward him. This caught me a little off guard. Actually, what caught me off guard was the lump in his pants.
Because of our height difference, his cock was rubbing my belly just below my breasts. It was massive. Soon I found myself rubbing his cock with my tummy as we made our way around the floor. As I felt it grow in his jeans, he moaned softly, then he leaned down and whispered in my ear that I was going to get in trouble. I responded by lowering myself a little bit so my breasts were against his groin. He took my hint and pulled me closer. After the dance, we sat down at a table. Reaching over, Bobby took my hand and placed it on his groin, which now housed a truly impressive erection. When I squeezed it through his jeans, he responded by slipping his hand up my split skirt. After gently massaging my lips through my soaking-wet panties, he pulled his hand out and slipped a wet finger into my mouth. I have always enjoyed the taste of my pussy, and tasting my juices on a relative stranger’s fingers made my cunt throb.
We hurriedly left the party and headed to the river’s edge, where we could see other couples in various stages of intercourse. It seemed like many people had the same idea! In the seclusion of the trees, Bobby and I kissed passionately, our tongues entwined as he lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist, his cool silver belt buckle pushing against my soaked panties. Holding me up with one hand, he pulled my skirt from me and let it fall to the ground, then he reached up and pulled my blouse open, exposing my breasts to the cool evening air. I had never felt such wanton lust for any man.
Dropping to the ground, Bobby pushed me back onto my skirt, and as I raised myself to my elbows, he pulled my panties aside and ran his tongue up the length of my pussy. I gasped and fell back, thrusting my pussy up to him. He slid two fingers into me as his tongue went to work on my clit. Lying there in erotic bliss, I could hear the music from the party intermingled with the sounds of other secret lovers along the river. Soon I had my legs wrapped around his shoulders as I erupted in orgasm. As my shudders subsided, I looked down to see Bobby on his knees between my legs. Sitting up, we kissed, the taste of my pussy covering his face. He massaged my breasts as I tugged at his belt, then at the buttons of his jeans.
He was wearing boxer shorts, and as I pulled his manhood through the opening, he slipped his fingers into my open and eager cunt. His cock sprung up at my face, its purple head easily the size of a plum. The shaft was as long as the dildo my husband bought me, but it was much thicker. As Bobby worked his fingers in and out of my soaking pussy, I wrapped my hands around his enormous shaft. Bobby reached behind my head and pulled me forward. I needed no further encouragement-my lips parted, and his manhood penetrated my mouth. For anyone watching us, it must have been a very erotic sight, this petite woman sitting naked on the ground in front of this man, eagerly accepting his flesh in her mouth as he worked his hand over her cunt and breasts.
With the cold night air blowing over my body, I shuddered in orgasm again as his fingers explored the reaches of my vagina. Pulling his cock from my mouth, Bobby gently pushed me back and positioned himself over my eager frame. Looking down between my legs, I saw drops of precome seeping from his cock. In the moonlight they glistened as they formed a small pool on my womanhood. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled my soaked panties aside. I was so horny, I was ready to beg for it.
My flesh opened for this monster, and I screamed out in desire as his shaft sank into my pussy, stretching my flesh to previously unknown limits. As his groin pressed against my clit, I erupted again. I continued to come as he pulled back, then sank back into me. Leaning forward, we kissed passionately, my breasts mashing up against his muscled chest. Bobby had magnificent control, and he continued to fuck me for what seemed like hours before rolling us over.
Pulling me up, he sat me on his dick. In the distance I could see the party as I fucked him to my final orgasm. I collapsed on his chest, too exhausted to move, his cock still throbbing in my vagina. After a moment’s rest, Bobby pulled me off and positioned himself behind me. Once I was on my hands and knees, Bobby pulled down my panties and entered me once more, his organ filling my void. With each thrust, my body was pushed forward. Hanging my head down, I could see the glistening shaft protruding from his boxers, and with each stroke, it sank deeper into my eager flesh. With one last powerful thrust, he held himself in deep as he spilled his seed into my loins, grasping my breasts for balance.
— G. M., Alberta
School’s Out
Throughout the summer semester, we’d flirted heavily and innocently touched, but everything came to a climax on the last day of class. He left immediately after taking the exam, and I thought I would never see him again. What a surprise when I saw him standing next to my car! Without a word he took my purse and books and placed them on the ground next to us. He gently pinned me against the car and stroked my huge breasts though the thin T-shirt I was wearing. The whole time he was staring deeply into my eyes, letting me know without words how much he wanted me. His mouth overpowered mine and our tongues met. He put his hands between my legs, and I saw his surprise when he realized I was wearing nothing under my tight miniskirt. We both groaned as he thrust his fingers up my cunt, then made me lick my own juices from them. Even though we were in a fairly dark part of the parking lot, we still didn’t want to be seen. I fumbled with the keys, and we both jumped into the passenger seat, unable to wait a moment longer. I pulled off my shirt and straddled his lap. He lifted my miniskirt, and while he sucked and teasingly nibbled on my hard nipples, his hands were working their magic on my hot, sticky cunt. I groaned as he bit my nipples and thrust his fingers up my hot hole. He watched me spasm in the greatest orgasm I’d ever had. Then it was his turn.
His tight jeans, wet with my juices, came off. I pulled his underwear off with my teeth and smiled when I saw the biggest rod I have ever seen. His cock was hard as a rock and ready to explode!