Of course, the evening didn’t stop there, and we have the videos to prove it!
— H. W., Wisconsin
A Different Approach
Most men are so sweet and gullible. I have yet to meet a member of the opposite sex who would refuse to have sex with me. Occasionally, about twice a year, I take risks. I drive to a neighboring town and go to a supermarket. I look for the perfect stranger, walk up to him, introduce myself, and ask him to give me an hour of his time. I immediately follow up with the simple statement: “I’d like to have sex with you.”
The reactions vary only in form. All men so far have followed me to a motel. I make it clear from the beginning that I am not a hooker and I only want them to pay for the room. After wild, uninhibited sex (always using condoms) I dismiss them before I take a long, hot bath. Over the years I have targeted older gentlemen. The leisurely, relaxed pace for foreplay and fucking of men in their fifties and sixties is far superior to the frantic impatience of younger males. Surprising, also, is the wonderful strong libido of these men who are supposed to be past their prime.
I spent a most beautiful afternoon with Frank, sixty-six, who was also the only one I saw more than once and whom I finally introduced to my husband and into our bedroom for threesomes. Dave and I have an open marriage and never deny each other the extracurricular carnal experience.
I saw Frank at the produce counter, squeezing tomatoes. He answered my smile with a big grin. After my introduction and statement of intent, he followed me to the motel. I was dressed for the occasion in black-lace garters and panties under my skirt and blouse. I proceeded with a salacious striptease, dropping my skirt, unbuttoning my blouse.
A warm rush of anticipation permeated my body as I freed my breasts and massaged them. Frank helped me unhook my stockings. I bent down to wiggle my ass just inches from his face. He kissed my buttocks, and slowly stripped the hose down my legs. I moistened from the excitement, and between my legs I noticed the wetness through my panties. I took Frank’s hand and placed it squarely on my sex. He gently rubbed my pussy through the fabric, and I told him how good it felt. Then he stripped down my panties. His hands now went on a trip to all the most intimate parts of my body. They tenderly traveled up my thighs, to the inside, back over my ass cheeks, up my spine, under my arms, over my shoulders, along my neck behind my ears-I shuddered in delight. His fingertips felt the outline of my face. I turned toward him. His hands wandered to my tits, and caressed them ever so gently. My nipples were hard and begged to be touched. He caressed them and leaned down to kiss them. Meanwhile, my arousal reached a high pitch. I wanted him so much now that I opened his shirt, revealing the mat of gray hair on his chest. I burrowed my head into it and licked his nipples. His trousers came down. So did his shorts. His cannon was loose, but rock-hard.
I marveled at this old young man’s equipment and its readiness. I enjoyed the sight of it, its scent, its touch. I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him in the classic sixty-nine. On my knees, my pelvis over his face, he had all my charms to see, and he murmured his appreciation of them.
I slowly deep-throated him while he touched my pussy. My tits dangled to make contact. Oh, how delicious were his tongue and lips. The vibration of his deep moans exquisitely titillated my cunt, and I squealed in the transport of an intense orgasm. Frank knew, and he let up in his ministrations so I could recover my senses. He waited until the supersensitivity between my legs subsided.
It did not take long until I felt raunchy again. I turned, pressed my sex upon his pole, guiding it with my hands into my pussy. He looked at me and smiled. I leaned over and kissed him deeply, smelling my juices on his face. I slowly rose and fell, creating the perfect friction between us. He urgently met my movements. Then he held on to me tightly, rolled on top, and commenced some vigorous fucking. Oh, how I loved it. His pubic bone hit my clit powerfully. My climax began to rise, and I told him so. With a loud groan, his body jerked violently. I came and came as he trembled all over and spilled his come into me.
Frank has become a good friend, and we are delighted to have him come to our bedroom. He is sensuously considerate. He is sixty-seven years old now, and his sexual energy and drive are amazing.
— T. W., California
Brief Encounter
I am a twenty-five-year-old, well-built woman who enjoys reading “Forum,” especially with my man looking over my shoulder. I think a pair of bikini panties on a man is a fantastic turn-on, especially when he has a body like my man does. Just seeing that line across his rear through a pair of tight jeans makes me want to grab his cheeks. The front is better yet, because there’s always a beautiful bulge just aching to be caressed. My lover first introduced me to his panty fetish about a year and a half ago, and we have shared some wonderful experiences ever since. I’ve never felt anything as exciting as a man’s balls and hard prick through a pair of soft, sheer panties, and the more I caress him, the larger he grows, until his prick begins to grow out of the lacy edge and we are ready to make love.
One evening, he came over and asked me to undress him, so I slipped my hand into his jeans and felt his cute little cheeks through the soft nylon. I couldn’t wait to get his pants off. To my delighted surprise, he didn’t have one pair of daring little panties on, but five-each more daring than the one before. First I slowly removed a print pair, caressing his balls as I slipped them off, only to reveal a pair of black, wet-look string bikinis that by now held only his balls, for his prick had grown quite large. As I took those off, his hand slipped into my lace panties and began exploring my already very wet pussy, making me want him even more. The next pair left almost nothing to the imagination-they were beautifully sheer and pink and gave me a fantastic view of his throbbing organ. I stripped him of those dainty things, only to see that he had adorned his body with two pairs of crotchless panties. We left the last pair on, for they were slit from front to back and trimmed with a little black lace-just to tease. I was so hot, I knew that as soon as he entered me, I would come, and I did-not once, but several times, until we both exploded together in a fantastic climax. My lover has more than a hundred pairs of panties, many of which I have given him-he loves the way they feel on his body, and so do I.
— Name and address withheld
Bathing-Cap Trap
I am thirty years old and men have told me I’m attractive, yet I don’t consider myself overly sexy. A few months ago, when my husband and I decided to take separate vacations, I opted for the sunny beaches of Acapulco, where I was lucky enough to meet a handsome young man who appeared to enjoy some affluence.
While we were swimming one day, my new boyfriend embraced me from behind, tightly cupping my breasts. I could feel him becoming hard, and I reached behind me, pulled his rock-hard penis out of his bathing suit, and placed it between my legs. He climaxed rather quickly as I flexed my thigh muscles. As he came he put both of his hands on my head and began to kiss and lick my rubber swim cap. Having read Penthouse, I am tolerant of fetishes and thought nothing of it.