Sultry Passions, Sinful Desires Part 12

"I've been working at it most of my life," I said.

"If only I could be that lucky."

"Luck doesn't have a lot to do with it."

No, it doesn't. Leslie invited me to come look at her studio later that day. When I got there she had changed into a pair of old, paint-splattered bib overalls. She smiled at me over her shoulder as I went up behind her and covered her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with my large palms. I brushed my mouth through her long, blonde-reddish hair and nibbled her earlobe. My tongue circled her ear, then finally settled in her ear hole. Darting in and out of her ear made me want to dart in and out of her p.u.s.s.y.

Her hair falls all the way down her back, and I ran my fingers through it as I rubbed her a.s.s. Then I brought my hand around to her box and pressed up. I balled my hand into a fist and pressed harder. She moaned something I couldn't understand, so I pressed hard again.

"Oh, that's good," she squealed.

"Cool," I said, poking fun at her favorite expression. I wanted nothing more than to get inside her, but those d.a.m.n overalls were in the way, so I reached under the bib and started untucking her blouse. She has big, lovable b.r.e.a.s.t.s. The more I squeezed them, the more she moaned. I moved her shirt up until I had her b.r.e.a.s.t.s bare and leaned forward to put my lips around a nipple. I couldn't believe what I heard when she whispered in my ear: "Suck them harder." So I did, drawing the whole areola into my mouth.

I unsnapped the clasps at the front of the bib and unb.u.t.toned her blouse. She was so h.o.r.n.y at this point that she was already starting to undo the b.u.t.tons on the waist of her overalls. I was still holding her aloft and sucking her t.i.tties when I let her undo my pants until my big beef jerky slid out. She held it between two fingers, like it was delicate or something. I wanted to teach her how to really jerk that monster, but s.h.i.t, I was so h.o.r.n.y I would have settled for anything.

By then she had her panties down far enough to permit insertion. She had to guide it in herself as I lowered her down. At first it was awkward getting up into her s.n.a.t.c.h; her two fingers glided down to the base of my d.i.c.k and she gave it some wimpy little jerks. "Come on, honey," I said. She must have been a mind reader, because then she opened her hand and cupped my b.a.l.l.s. Hallelujah! Soon I was easily sliding up into her.

I wasn't able to come while we were standing up, so Leslie got on her knees on the floor in front of me. She was naked by then and I saw that her belly really stuck out, but I didn't care. I mounted her from behind, her tummy a few inches from the floor. I put one hand under her belly and with the other I tweaked her jugs. I've felt some sloppy p.u.s.s.ies before, but I swear that Leslie's was making gulping noises as I thrust in and pulled out. She was huffing and puffing and making sounds that I couldn't believe-really putting her whole body into it, whooping as though taking air into her lungs was s.e.xual by itself.

I felt a pinpoint of pleasure in my d.i.c.k, starting at the very base and moving up to the head. I was stroking so fast I slipped out of her, my d.i.c.k dripping. Leslie was shaking her b.u.t.t and almost fell over on her side. I steadied her and slid back in. Suddenly her jerks stopped coming so forcefully. She gasped like she was having a heart attack, but she was loving it. Her a.s.s twitched in intense little spasms. I pulled out again and watched her have her o.r.g.a.s.m, writhing on the floor. Her a.s.s moved spastically, her fingers stuck in her mouth.

She didn't need me anymore, but boy, I needed her to do one last thing. As I walked toward her, I stepped on a palette of paint on the floor. She giggled and looked up at me with her eyes aglow. Then she dragged her fingers across the paint palette, and with a really wild laugh started splattering the paint all over her chest. Her t.i.ts were streaked with red and blue and green. She stroked her nipples vigorously. Pinching one hard, she tried to bring it to her mouth. Soon her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were multicolored, her mouth was open and she was tweaking her nipple like a balloon. She even had paint streaks through her hair. She finally reached the nipple, circling it with the tip of her tongue.

That did it for me. I stuck my aching d.i.c.k where her tongue was. She started rubbing it up and down between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, paint sliding all over my c.o.c.k before she took it into her mouth. The second I felt her tongue orbiting the head with that wet delectable motion, I started coming and coming. Her mouth was working my c.o.c.k for s.e.m.e.n and drinking it all in. She even put her hand underneath the shaft and milked it dry.

I've gotten together with Leslie a few times since then so she can learn some more about art. Especially body painting.

-J.T., Austin, Texas.

All in a Day's Work.

I've been reading your magazine for about twenty years and have always wanted to write about one of my s.e.xual adventures. I've had plenty of "letter-worthy" things happen to me over the last twenty-five years, and now is the right time to send one in.

I'm a forty-year-old black man, just recently retired from the military after two decades. At six feet and 190 pounds, I'm no Denzel Washington, but I've done all right with the ladies. I've had my share: black, white, young, old, tall, short, skinny, fat. They weren't all Tyra Banks or Vanessa Williams, but they were all s.e.xy in their own way.

The lady I'm writing to tell you about is my fiancee. I've known her for four years, and she's really something else! At thirty-six, she's looking real good. She's a tall, light-skinned sister with auburn hair and dark brown eyes. She goes to the gym three times a week, her hair and makeup are always perfect, and she dresses to impress. She especially loves wearing short skirts that show off her long slim legs.

Her astrological sign is Scorpio, so you know she's a s.e.x freak! She loves giving and (especially) getting oral s.e.x. Even though she's only had a couple of s.e.x partners in her life, I love to hear how she learned about s.e.x from all of them, especially her lesbian girlfriend.

She says that I'm the best lover she's ever had and that she's never been as uninhibited with anyone as she is with me. I'm not too sure about all that because she's told me plenty of s.e.xy stories in great detail, but it's still a nice thing to hear. Luckily, she loves to hear about my s.e.xual history, too.

Whenever we get together and exchange stories, it always leads to a night of fantastic s.e.x. We've managed to create plenty of s.e.xual history with each other over the last four years, so choosing this one out of all our encounters was very hard (pun intended).

I had to visit my family in Southern California one weekend, and I stayed with them from Sat.u.r.day until Wednesday. I usually called her every night to tell her how much I missed her and to let her know how h.o.r.n.y I was for her. She would tell me that she missed me, too, and that she was going to jack off before falling asleep, thinking about having my big d.i.c.k inside of her. In the morning I would call again to wake her up, and as soon as she got her child off to grade school she would head back to bed for another hot masturbation session. This girl loves playing with her p.u.s.s.y whenever she can!

I flew back to Washington on a Wednesday (I had to work late that afternoon) so my lover came to pick me up and drive me to work. After asking about my family, she asked me how my d.i.c.k was doing and what I did when I got a hard-on while I was staying at my mom's house. While we were talking, she started rubbing her hands on my chest and then all over my body, getting my rod good and stiff.

The trip to the office went faster than we thought it would. We were already in the underground parking garage when we realized that I didn't have to be upstairs for another forty-five minutes, so we decided to fool around in the car a little (four days without getting any loving feels like a month to her). We climbed in the backseat and were all over each other in seconds.

Her lips tasted so good! I kissed all over her neck and as far down her chest as her shirt would allow. She was doing the same to me, licking my ears, nipping my nipples through my shirt, and rubbing my d.i.c.k with her hands. It was starting to get real steamy in there.

I just wanted to fool around a bit so I could be h.o.r.n.y when I got home that night, but my fiancee had other ideas. She pushed my hand between her legs so I could feel the heat coming from her p.u.s.s.y, then she rolled down her pantyhose so I could get a whiff of her sopping-wet c.u.n.t. She had the whole car funked up with the smell of that grade-A puss! I reached down and slid two fingers inside her and they came out dripping with juice. I started to work nice and slow on her c.l.i.t, because I love to hear the low moan she makes as she builds up to an o.r.g.a.s.m.

By this time she had pulled out her fat 34Ds so they could get some attention from my lips. I love sucking on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s; she once told me that the way I suck her t.i.tties sends a buzz straight to her c.l.i.t. So there we were sitting in my car with all those cars pa.s.sing by, the windows getting steamed up and us getting hotter by the minute.

Both of us knew that something had to happen pretty soon or we would just explode. Finally my lover unzipped my pants so she could have some skin-to-skin contact with my d.i.c.k. We started stroking each other harder and faster. I could hear her starting to breathe heavily, I saw her nipples were getting hard, and I could feel her p.u.s.s.y starting to come-and then, with a big gush of p.u.s.s.y juice, she did!

Whenever I make her come with my fingers or my tongue, she wants to feel my big rod inside of her. My car has a lot of room in it, but I knew it wasn't going to be easy to screw in the back seat. At first I thought I'd turn her around and do her doggie-style, but that looked like it would be a little awkward, too. Then we thought that she could sit on me, but her long legs had nowhere to go. All this time I was still playing with her c.l.i.t, making her even hotter than before the first time she came. That's when she decided if she couldn't feel my c.o.c.k in her p.u.s.s.y, she'd feel it in her mouth.

She leaned over and started giving me the sucking of a lifetime! She knows it usually takes me a long time to come when she gives me head, but that day she was determined to get me off before I went to work. It started out real slowly. At first she started with just her mouth and lips, teasing the head of my c.o.c.k and licking my shaft like a big chocolate ice-cream cone, getting my d.i.c.k and b.a.l.l.s soaking wet. Then she started working on me with her hand, too.

Pretty soon I was losing control and started to hump her mouth. I could feel my d.i.c.k swelling up inside her, and she was making these slurping and moaning sounds. That was it-I let go with a gush of come that seemed endless! My baby doesn't usually swallow when she gives head, but this time she took my whole load and held my d.i.c.k in her mouth until I finished coming. She then deposited my deposit on the garage floor.

After catching my breath and making some major clothing adjustments, I kissed my lover and went up the freight elevator so I could sneak into the bathroom and wash my hands (after all, I couldn't go to work smelling like p.u.s.s.y). Weak knees and all, I got to work on time, counting the hours until I would go home for the main course.

Thanks for letting me share this with you. I'm looking forward to wearing my T-shirt. My girlfriend will probably want one, too. I told her she could get one if she told her "First Kiss, First Night" story about her and her girlfriend. We'll see.

-F.P., Washington, D.C.

A Rock and a Hard-On.

A perfect fall afternoon filled with golds, oranges, reds, and purples served as the backdrop for a lovemaking session I won't soon forget. The smooth, flat rock David and I were sitting on was still warm from the day's sun. It felt wonderful against my skin. Any other time, the panoramic view from our favorite mountaintop spot would have been breathtaking enough, but that day I was more interested in other things.

A warm rain started to fall as I lay back onto the warmed stone, looking at David. He knelt in front of me smiling as he stroked my legs from my ankles to my thighs, inching my dress up until it revealed the trim of my black lace panties. He slowly pulled them down my legs and over my red high heels.

I moved one of my hands down to grasp the c.o.c.k that was straining to greet me through his jeans. He moaned as I started working on his d.i.c.k. I'd recently divorced an unimaginative lover. Our foreplay had been minimal: a couple of licks here, a suck there, a little touchy-feely if I was lucky. That was pretty much it. But David showed me how much fun oral s.e.x can be.

Our kisses were getting wetter and wilder, the soft slurping sounds mixing with our moans. I whispered into his ear, "I really want to taste you." Without waiting for an answer, I dropped to my knees and undid his pants. His engorged rod flipped out and I took it in my hand. "You're so big," I said, my voice raspy and filled with l.u.s.t.

David whispered, "Let yourself go and enjoy, baby." That simple little instruction was all I needed to hear.

I took just his c.o.c.khead in my mouth, sucking it gently and running my tongue over its veiny surface. His groans indicated that I was on the right track.

I closed my eyes and began exploring the entire length of his shaft, using both the tip and the flat side of my tongue. When I licked the underside from top to bottom, David gasped loudly and grabbed my head in his hands. I teased his c.o.c.khead some more, letting the cool fall breeze chill the wetness on him before plunging his hard rigid c.o.c.k back into the hot recesses of my throat.

I kept pressing my face against his tool until my nose brushed against his pubic hair. Never in my entire life had I felt that I held the universe on the tip of my tongue until that moment. His c.o.c.k was steel-hard and slick with my saliva. Again and again I devoured it, sucking his entire length into my mouth.

David was moaning uncontrollably and running his hand through my hair as I licked and sucked, his body moving in a gyrating frenzy. He moaned, "Oh, that's so good." He made me feel like a princess. I had never felt so powerful before.

"You've got me so excited," I said between slurps.

"I need to be inside you," he murmured in reply. He moved to position the head of his member at the entrance of my waiting c.u.n.t. He was kneeling in front of me, my thighs spread wide around his. I pulled him close to me so that his enormous c.o.c.k nestled between my l.a.b.i.a. I whimpered softly as he slowly eased forward to stretch my c.u.n.t lips to the limit.

He instantly seemed paralyzed, his body taut as he looked into my eyes and said, "You are so beautiful. I want this moment to last forever." He took my hand and placed it on his nipple, telling me to close my eyes and feel with my body. He hovered just within the opening of my c.u.n.t and penetrated no further, letting my body get used to the feel of his. I began pushing my pulsating mound toward him in an effort to release some of the pressure that was building inside me. David was teasing me mercilessly. Once in a while he would withdraw so that just the head of his big, hard c.o.c.k was in the warmth of my tight, throbbing p.u.s.s.y.

By then I was whispering into his ear. "I want all of you inside of me," I managed to say, hardly able to get the words out. I was so turned on that I felt drugged with desire.

"Just let it happen," he said. I closed my eyes and let myself experience the sensation forming in my v.a.g.i.n.a. I took his nipple into my mouth and worked it with my lips until it was hard, then I moved to the other one.

"Oh, G.o.d," I groaned, "f.u.c.k me, please." Ever so slowly, he eased himself into me, moving his c.o.c.k in a rhythmic pace.

"Yes," he hissed through clenched teeth. His strokes became more purposeful, and my legs spread wide to accommodate him, flexing up against his thighs with each thrust. My fingers dug into his back, and soon I was humping and bucking my hips as he pressed himself inside me. David groaned with every move. I held on to him as he f.u.c.ked me, grabbing his shoulder as the pa.s.sion mounted.

I just couldn't get enough of his d.i.c.k. I wanted to take as much of him into my p.u.s.s.y as possible, yearning to stay entirely full. He f.u.c.ked me using short, fast strokes. "Oh, my G.o.d," I moaned as David's whole weight jammed against my swollen c.l.i.t. He sawed his huge c.o.c.k in and out of my clinging c.u.n.t lips, grinding against my hard little nubbin. I was pinned beneath him, happily accepting his vigorous thrusts with my wet, grasping p.u.s.s.y.

I was feeling like a b.i.t.c.h in heat at that moment, wanting nothing more than to be f.u.c.ked soundly. The sounds I was making were certainly more animal than human.

"Now," David called, "come for me now!" He grabbed my hips, helping me grind against him even harder.

"Please," I begged breathlessly. "Please make me come, David." He started f.u.c.king my c.u.n.t with long, powerful strokes. I finally came, writhing and twisting so hard that he had to grab my a.s.s with both hands just to stay inside me. All the leaves overhead became a swirl of colors as my body spasmed out of control.

I could tell by the look on his face that he was ready to come, too. I felt the release building from deep within him, and then he thrust hard and deep one last time before he filled my p.u.s.s.y with his hot seed.

When the last shudder of delight pa.s.sed through our bodies, I snuggled up close beside him, panting, exhausted, and very, very satisfied. I wish I could have thought of something profound to say, but as we lay there hearing each other's heartbeat, I knew he understood and we would share this moment in time forever.

-L.M., North Bennington, Vermont.

Need for Speed.

I have recently discovered Forum on a newsstand in a local convenience store and have found kindred spirits in the writers of the letters you publish. I hope you will allow me to add my letter to your collection.

I am a twenty-six-year-old with long blonde hair that goes all the way to my hips. My boyfriend Zack loves it and gets extremely excited when I go down on him with my hair tickling his chest, thighs, and b.a.l.l.s while my hot, wet mouth sucks his c.o.c.k.

Last Friday, after going to my best friend's bachelorette party and watching all of those gyrating, muscle-bound fantasy men, I found myself considerably hot and h.o.r.n.y. I rarely wear underwear and my p.u.s.s.y was so wet the damp stains would have been noticeable if I hadn't been wearing my little black miniskirt.

It was a lot of fun. Shoving a dollar bill down my blouse and inside my bra, I made the hunky stripper who was dressed as a doctor dig for his reward. And he did, putting his head down to my generous mounds and giving one aroused nipple a secret little lick before extracting the dollar with his teeth.

He must have liked how I tasted because he came back to my table after working the room for a second helping of the s.e.xual essence I knew my body was giving off. While I sat on the bar stool, he pulled my legs apart and dry-humped me until I was trembling with need. He pulled away and a wet spot from my bare p.u.s.s.y's juices smeared the front of his neon green G-string.

I was so h.o.r.n.y, I thought I was going to self-combust, but when the stripper invited me to join him after the show, I declined. He was beautiful, but the gift between my legs belonged to Zack and Zack alone.

Wishing all my friends the best, I got into my car to go home. Zack worked the late shift and would be getting home soon. My p.u.s.s.y was on fire and only the j.i.s.m from his c.o.c.k could extinguish the flames.

I turned onto a dark, deserted back road. Very few police patrolled it and I was free to use a lead foot on the gas pedal and make it home in no time.

I realized my luck had ended when the sight of blue lights appeared in my rearview mirror. I pulled over to the shoulder with the police cruiser stopping behind me.

A big, burly officer got out and, with flashlight in hand, approached my vehicle. I breathed a sigh of relief and lowered my hands from the steering wheel when I noticed it was just Zack.

"Please keep your hands on the wheel, Miss, where I can see them," he said.

His voice was stern, but the twinkle in his eyes and the one-sided grin he offered let me know he was just going to play with me. Surely he wasn't really going to write me a ticket.

"Patricia, do you realize you were doing sixty in a thirty- mile-per-hour zone?"

I responded sweetly, "Yes, sweetheart."

"I hope you have a good excuse," he warned me. "I can only let you go so many times."

"Yes, baby. I understand. You have to do your job. It's just that I am so h.o.r.n.y, it hurts. And if I don't get home and get some d.i.c.k soon I just might die."

"Well, we wouldn't want that to happen. I'll need you to step out of the car so I can verify your statement."

I wondered how he was going to confirm my horniness. Whatever his methods, they sounded delightfully kinky and I was more than willing to try.

He commanded that I take off my blouse and unfasten my bra. I did as he wished and watched his pleased expression when he came face to face with my swollen t.i.ts and their taut nipples.

He laid the flashlight down on the hood of the car and said, "Yes, the nipples are very hard. A good sign, so far. Let's see if they taste h.o.r.n.y."

Taking one in his mouth, he sucked forcefully. It felt so good. I was mindless with pleasure. When Zack starts to suck my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, he doesn't stop until he's satisfied and my mounds are deliciously sore and tender to the touch. He licked and nibbled until I cried out and started to wiggle. As he moved over to nuzzle and nip at the other one, I writhed into direct contact with the steel-hard bulge forming between his legs.

He stopped sucking and put his hand up my black miniskirt, inserting two fingers into my pink, swollen p.u.s.s.y. His hand became covered with my juices as he moved it in and out, stroking my c.l.i.t with his thumb. I cried out, and my body began to convulse in o.r.g.a.s.m.

Feeling weak in the knees, I thought I was going to collapse, but Zack caught me in his arms and lifted me to a sitting position on the hood of my car.

"Your p.u.s.s.y feels wet enough to belong to a h.o.r.n.y woman but I have to take a look-see."

He pushed me gently onto my back with my legs hanging over the side, open and easily accessible. Taking the flashlight, he flashed a beam of light onto my swollen c.u.n.t.

"It looks h.o.r.n.y," he said.

Dropping the flashlight, he lowered his face between my legs and licked the lips of my p.u.s.s.y in a circular motion that caused me to arch my back and cry out with pleasure. He sucked on my c.l.i.t and penetrated me with his tongue while I quivered with another o.r.g.a.s.m.

"It smells and tastes h.o.r.n.y," he commented huskily. Looking up at me with a wide grin, he said, "Yes, this appears to be a h.o.r.n.y p.u.s.s.y, but there is only one way I can know for sure. I have to f.u.c.k it."

"f.u.c.k it, officer," I replied. "f.u.c.k it now."

He undid the fly of his uniform and rolled me over onto my stomach. Pulling his d.i.c.k out, he opened the lips of my p.u.s.s.y and shoved all eight inches inside me with one powerful thrust. He entangled both of his hands into my lion's mane of long blonde hair and rode me like he was a cowboy and I was a wild mare he was bent on taming.

In and out, he pumped my love-tunnel, growing faster and harder with every stroke. In this position, I could feel every inch of his manhood, thrusting and pulling, until the walls of my tunnel trembled with the impact of a grand finale of o.r.g.a.s.ms. He grunted and in hot spurts, filled me with his come. A little of it trickled down my thighs when he pulled out.