By now I was possessed. I had to taste her and give her the same pleasure she’d given me. I said, “Please?” and began to pull her leg over me so she would be straddling me. At first she resisted, but as I stroked her soaking pussy, she whimpered and let me pull her onto me. Kimo tasted of sweet soap as I licked and sucked her pussy. My tongue entered her deeply as she began to press her pussy against my face. She began to slide herself back and forth in a slow rhythm. I tongued and sucked her clitoris. Kimo groaned loudly as her orgasm rocked her. We collapsed in a heap of sticky-sweet flesh.
We lay together intertwined and exhausted for a long time. Finally, Kimo stirred and kissed me deeply.
She said, “Thank you,” and left as quietly as she’d come.
— L. K., Texas
Therapy
I find myself becoming excited just thinking about the other day, and I am curious to see if my letter will be printed, if for no other reason than to let that special person know how much I enjoyed her company.
My friend Mary and I were at work the other day, when she noticed that I was rubbing the back of my neck. I explained to her that I had been in a car accident several years ago and that my neck bothers me from time to time. She suggested that since things were so slow at work-we’re both physical-therapy techs-we take the rest of the day off and she would give me a neck massage. My neck ached so badly, I couldn’t resist the offer and agreed.
Once we got to my house, Mary told me the first thing I should do was to take a long, hot bath, and she would meet me in the bedroom. The water felt wonderful, and I stayed in until it began to grow cold. I put on my bathrobe and found my friend waiting for me on the bed.
She asked when my husband would be home, and I told her not for several hours. She laughed and said that was good, because she didn’t want him to walk in on us and get the wrong impression. We both laughed, then she told me to take off my robe and lie facedown on the bed. I thought nothing about being nude in front of her-we have taken showers in front of each other at work-and quickly disrobed. She poured some hot oil on the back of my neck and began to give me the neck rub of my life. Within a few minutes, the pain was completely gone, but I was feeling so good, I didn’t even tell her.
After a while, she asked me if I wanted her to massage my back as well. I quickly agreed, and soon her hands were working their magic down my spine to the top of my hips and then back up, but on her return strokes, her hands would move farther down my sides, softly stroking the sides of my breasts. By that time I could feel that something was going to happen, but I didn’t care. I had never been so lovingly caressed in my entire life, and I was going to let her massage me in any way she wanted.
Mary stopped just long enough to pour some oil on the small of my back, telling me how soft my skin was, then she began to slowly massage my ass cheeks, gently pushing her fingers farther between them with every stroke. I moaned how wonderful it felt, and that seemed to be all she was waiting to hear.
She gradually pushed my legs apart, and soon I could feel her long fingernails softly stroke the insides of my thighs, then barely caress my cunt lips on the way back up. I don’t know what came over me at that point, but I lifted my hips so she could reach whatever part of my pussy she wanted. When she started to stroke my clit with one of her fingers, I lifted my ass as far up as I could and moaned very loudly. Mary stopped and got on her hands and knees behind me. She told me to just relax and let her do all the work. When I felt her part my pussy hair with her hands, I buried my face in the pillow. I knew what was coming next, and since I have always loved having my pussy eaten, I knew I would probably scream. As soon as her tongue flicked out and touched my clit, I let loose with a loud, “Oh my God!” I can only hope that the pillow muffled it enough so the neighbors didn’t hear.
That seemed to excite Mary, and she started eating me like I’d never been eaten before. Between licking and sucking my clit, she would snake her tongue so deep inside me, I couldn’t believe it. I was bucking and thrashing around on the bed-poor Mary was hanging on to my ass for dear life-until I finally exploded all over her face. She never missed a lick and just kept sucking nectar out of my cunt until I couldn’t stand it anymore and pulled away.
When I looked at Mary, I had to laugh. Her short brown hair was a mess, and her face was soaked with my juices, but she had this shit-eating grin on her face and just said, “Oh, my!”
I couldn’t resist kissing her, letting my tongue snake down her throat, then licking my juices off her face. I told her to get undressed and to let me do the work for a while. She asked me if I’d ever been with a woman before, and when I said no, she said that I didn’t have to do it if I didn’t want to. I told her not to be silly-I wanted to taste her in the same way she had just tasted me. She smiled and quickly undressed.
I started kissing and sucking her nipples; they were rock-hard and as big around as the cigar that my husband smokes. When she began to moan and grind her pussy against my thigh, I quickly slid down until the tip of my nose brushed her thick brown curls. Her smell was like an elixir, thick and musky, but very, very sweet. I used my fingers to part her pussy hair and gently placed a kiss on her clit. She ran her fingers through my hair and lifted her hips to my mouth. I started sucking her very swollen clit like it was a tiny cock, and she started to grind her hips against my face very hard. I moved my mouth down until it fit completely over her cunt and pushed my tongue deep inside her, curling it to catch some of her sweet nectar, then bringing it back out again. She started moaning for me to suck her clit hard, and I quickly went back to work on her little button. Soon she began to moan and scream, pulling my face hard against her and grinding her pussy against it. When she finally came, there was so much juice, I had to lick as fast as I could to keep up with the flow. Finally, she arched her back, locked her legs around my face, and just shuddered. After a few seconds, she relaxed and settled back down on the bed. I gently kissed her pussy a couple more times, then scooted up to lie next to her.
— M. M., Michigan
Snowball
This past winter was a nightmare, commuting to work in Manhattan from New Jersey, because of the snow. During the last storm, we had over twelve inches, so I decided to accept an offer from a colleague to spend Friday night at her apartment. I thought it would be easier for me to try to get home on Saturday or Sunday.
I’ve known Jenna since I started at the firm five years ago. Even though she is in her mid-forties, we are able to communicate with each other freely. I sought her advice when I was having boyfriend problems, and she sought my advice when she was going through a divorce. Since her children left for college, she has been living alone.
We left work early, and Jenna cooked us a delicious dinner. We talked about personal problems and current relationships. I learned that we both had problems and that neither one of us was currently in an ongoing relationship. Jenna revealed that since her divorce three years ago, she’d been on only three dates. She complained that most men do not want to settle down with a woman in her forties. I complained that it is hard for me to keep an ongoing relationship with a man, since the men in my life don’t respect my work ethic.
I complimented Jenna that she still looked as young as when I first met her five years ago. She thanked me and complained that her hips are wider, her tits are sagging, and wrinkles are forming on her face. Despite Jenna’s complaint, I thought she maintained the same natural beauty she’d had when I first met her. She was the same woman I’d admired for her professionalism, beauty, and elegance. It was getting late, so we decided to go to bed.