I teased her, asking, “Who tastes better, me or Mary?” I could see her smile as her head went up and down and side to side, tasting my muff for all she was worth-I could tell it was no contest. Boy, could she give some head! Her cheeks were literally slapping against my inner thighs as her tongue circled over and around my clit. Making her wait had heightened her excitement more than I could have imagined.
I liked seeing her head down there and seeing her nose pressed up against my pussy hair. While she was busy eating me, her hands roamed all over, either pushing my knees apart or wrapping around my outer thighs or firmly holding my ass while her tongue did its trick.
I liked getting licked by Jenna, and sat back and let her do all the work. She never asked me for anything in return. I felt sorry for her when the phone would ring or if she would have to meet with someone and let them in. One time she took a call, talking to the person in between licks of my pussy. She was very annoyed that she couldn’t just hang up the phone.
Jenna introduced me to a very exciting experience, and needless to say, I enjoyed it very much.
— L. J., New Jersey
Home Improvement
After thirty years of marriage, my husband died suddenly, and I found myself, at fifty, sleeping alone, very well off, and set upon by every gold-digging lounge lizard in California and points east. After a year of this, I decided to sell the house and move, but I needed to fix it up, so I started taking bids. I must have seemed like the perfect target. I look forty-full breasts, wide hips, long legs, sensuous mouth, dark eyes, black hair, olive skin-and have a great deal of money. Prices from the contractors were outrageous, and all of them thought I would jump into bed with them. Finally, a chance meeting with an old girlfriend provided me with the number of Marty. I called him, and he came over.
He was a handsome man in his forties, black hair going gray, big brown eyes, warm, humorous, and very honest. He said we should start with something small and see how it went, so he gave me an estimate on the guest bedroom, and he started the next day.
I had errands to run, and when I came back, he was stripping wallpaper. To my surprise he was wearing cutoffs, no shirt, and sandals. I couldn’t help but check him out-it had been so long.
He had a great body-strong legs, a firm, round ass, flat stomach, strong arms and chest (salt-and-pepper hair on his chest and stomach, glistening with sweat). His sweet, musky scent caught my nose, and I could feel my nipples harden, my heart start to thump, and my mouth water. I hadn’t planned on this. My mind went blank.
He gave me a big smile, and said, “Ah, the woman of the house.” My heart just melted, and I wanted him right then and there. He was standing on a ladder, facing out, his waist about level with my head, and I could see his cock pressing against his Levi’s. He saw where I was looking, and his cock lengthened and thickened down his leg. God, how I wanted it.
Without saying a word, he unsnapped and unzipped his cutoffs. I stepped forward, pulled them down, and his cock sprang out and up in my face. The shaft was blue-veined, the swollen glans was deep red, almost purple, and I proceeded to swallow it whole! A delicious cock-a good seven inches and full balls.
I was nipping the head, stroking the shaft, and driving him crazy. He moaned deep and full like an animal, one hand buried in my hair, the other steadying the ladder against the wall. I continued deep-throating him and squeezing his hard buns until I thought he was going to come, but he displayed great control. I was glad, because I wanted his load in other places besides my mouth.
I stepped back and unzipped my blouse, freeing my swollen breasts, my inch-long nipples jutting out at him. I stepped closer and wrapped them around his hard cock, giving him a breast fuck while I licked his belly and squeezed his great ass until he moaned again-a real man, completely masculine and natural. I was in heaven. I brought him to the edge again and stepped back; offering him my breasts in my hands. I undid my skirt and let it drop, pulling the thong aside to reveal my wet, hot, purple-lipped cunt to him, spreading the folds, fingering cunt honey onto my hand, and putting my fingers in his mouth. He licked them clean while I sucked his cock, rubbing another handful of cunt honey on his cock, covering his balls with it. He went wild.
He pushed me back onto the bed and stepped down between my legs. I was spread wide for him, everything in a haze, blood pounding in my brain, every inch of my being on fire! He took his full, hard, swollen erection in his hand and ran the head up and down my wet, hot slit, the opening at the head of his cock kissing my fully stimulated clitoris. Up and down, again and again. He was working me so good, making me want it so bad. It was never even close to anything I had done with my husband, and I always thought we’d had a good sex life. Was I wrong!
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I reached down and spread my cunt to him, imploring him to fuck me. He looked deep into my eyes and slowly put the head in-I was in bliss. I wanted it hard, but he had other plans, only giving me an inch at a time. With his hands moving up and down my body, massaging and squeezing my swollen breasts and nipples, thumbing my clitoris as he sank his hard shaft completely inside me, I came!
Then he started to really fuck-long strokes, short strokes, combinations, fucking my brains out, fucking me into ecstasy. I had a multiple orgasm, coming three or four times in a row, and he was just incredible. I had never come so hard and fast and often at one time. It was like I was in another world, out of my senses, just aware of his being and his cock and his hands taking me to new heights, an orgasmic wave carrying me along. Wanting it from behind, I turned over, head down, my bottom up in the air. He gave it to me, fucking me like a dog-I was a bitch in heat. The tempo picked up and I was gone, finished, history. I came twice more and picked up his rhythm, working my ass against him, bringing him closer and closer. Then, with a deep roar, he started coming.
Quick as a whip, I pulled away, turned, grabbed his erection, and took his full load into my open mouth, catching his hot, sweet come on my tongue, letting his sap run down my throat until he collapsed between my legs, his tongue going inside my cunt, lapping up my love honey, eating my throbbing pussy until I came again.
Then we both passed out. We woke up laughing, his laughter matching mine until our mouths met in a long, wet, come-mixed kiss. Then we got into the shower and fucked standing up. Afterward, he carried me to the bed, and we slept until dark.
I woke up in the early evening, his erection against my rump. I eased it in while he slept, fucking him with my cunt muscles, and he came in his sleep, even though his eyes opened and looked into mine as he did, his orgasm matching my own-heaven!
He spent the night, and the next, and after three days, we were together. Needless to say, the work on the house is progressing slowly, but I am his apprentice. He is teaching me about renovation and about all the positions and techniques of advanced fucking. I am teaching him a few of my own talents. He is the kind of man every woman dreams of-a stud, a stallion, a lover, a friend, intelligent, fearless, a great sense of humor, and heaven to sleep with.
— M. G., California
Hired Help
I am not an avid reader of your magazine, but I have read a letter or two from your “Forum” section. The letters always seemed a bit far-fetched to me, and I believed that they were only the imagination of a lonely soul. But after this event, I am a firm believer, and would like to share it with your readers.
I am recently married, and am now living up north. I am from a small Southern town, and I left all my friends to move to Pennsylvania. My husband is away a lot-his job takes him out of state for days at a time.