Sultry Passions, Sinful Desires Part 3

We got to the town where she lived. She asked me to stop at a liquor store to buy some beer. I quickly made my purchase, then drove to where she said she lived. I pulled into her driveway and threw the car into park. We kissed deeply as she caressed my hard-on through my pants.

I noticed there was a van in the driveway. When I asked her whose it was, she said that it was her husband's and that he was home for lunch.

I asked politely, "What the f.u.c.k is going on?"

She said, "Don't worry. He doesn't mind if I bring a friend home now and then."

We went into the house, and she introduced me to her husband. She made some sandwiches and opened some bottles of beer. While we ate, she put her hand under the table, found my d.i.c.k, and began to caress it. I started to sweat.

After I finished my sandwich, I had to go to the bathroom. There, I unzipped my pants and took out my c.o.c.k. Suddenly my mysterious. .h.i.tcher came in, grabbed my dong, and began stroking it. Needing to respond, I reached up her skirt and inserted two fingers into her c.u.n.t from the rear.

Trust me, I could feel her juices running down to my wrist!

Finally she pulled away from me, dropped her skirt, and bent over the sink. I walked over to her and shoved my c.o.c.k into her love-hole. I rammed into her as fast and hard as I could go.

In no time at all we came. I shot a tremendous load of s.e.m.e.n into her. Most of it ended up running down her legs.

Her husband? That's another story.

-F.D., Enid, Oklahoma.

She Got Her Sonic Boom.

I would like to share the most intense s.e.xual experience of my life. Everything started last September when I was trying desperately to get out of a boring relationship. My ex-boyfriend was what brought boredom on, being inexperienced and clumsy when it came to f.u.c.king.

I was so s.e.xually frustrated that I would have spread wide and f.u.c.ked anyone. Luckily, just when I thought my p.u.s.s.y would never feel the throbbing of a virile c.o.c.k again, I met the most gorgeous piece of a.s.s I have ever seen.

He was tall, gorgeous, and a pilot. His name was Brandon.

Brandon and I met at a public relations party at an airport hotel. We were attracted and flirted quite a bit. It was only natural that we met for drinks in town the following week.

I had heard lots of stories from friends who told me that pilots had the reputation of being good f.u.c.ks. I didn't know that this was true until Brandon invited me to his hotel suite.

But after that, friends-I knew!

Once we got there I could feel my p.u.s.s.y getting moist as I antic.i.p.ated getting laid. My heart was beating at a frantic pace.

He took my arm, looked in my eyes, and told me I had nice b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Having said that, he applied a thrillingly light touch to them. When his touch became a little more firm and he began with great skill to knead my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, the nipples tightened until they were perfectly outlined under my dress. It was time for him to remove said dress.

I could feel my love lubricant sticking to my panties. After the dress was down, he took my panties off and licked the juices from my thighs and from the cotton panel. He looked at me with vibrant appeal and groaned that he wanted more.

So I spread my nookie wide and let him suck my c.l.i.toris. As soon as he lifted his head I could see foreplay juice on his lips.

I helped him get his pants off, then I rubbed the magnificent fusilage I discovered under them, until it was so hard I couldn't resist deep-throating it.

After sucking him for a while, I could see that he was desperately trying to keep from releasing his flight fuel. So I sat on top of him and took his big tail fin into my wet and warm hangar.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"The best f.u.c.k of my life, flyboy!" I replied.

"Prepare for takeoff!"

Well let me tell you, this jet had maximum thrust! We went down the runway and lifted into the heavens. And there was plenty of smokin' on this flight, FAA rules be d.a.m.ned!

When we came to a smooth landing, he said that he hoped I'd enjoyed my flight and that the next time I was traveling in the area I'd again fly Brandon Air.

He didn't have to ask. Now, even if he's thousands of miles away, he can be sure his copilot is waiting for him, right here.

-N.P., Denver, Colorado.

Lucky Trucker.

My husband drives trucks for a living. He spends a lot of lonely nights on the road. Last time, though, I was able to go with him.

Riding in a semi is just like being in a giant vibrator. By the time we finally got to a truck stop somewhere in Oregon, I was hot! I had just spent the last ten hours teasing my husband and flashing my t.i.ts at the other drivers. My p.u.s.s.y was sopping.

I finished undressing, pulled down Tom's pants, and, without giving him a chance to say anything, started to blow him. We then got into the sleeper. I was amazed at the many different positions that were possible in such a small s.p.a.ce. My favorite was on my side, one foot on the ceiling, one out straight, with Tom's c.o.c.k coming at me from behind. His c.o.c.k was going in and out of my p.u.s.s.y while rubbing against my sensitive a.s.s until I couldn't bear it any longer and exploded with fountains of come.

Every driver in the truck stop knew what my husband was getting and you could see the envy on their faces as we walked into the restaurant for dinner. The fun part was that they didn't know I wasn't just another "lot lizard." The only driver to get me that night was my husband.

Another time, we were in the truck returning from picking up a load. After he dropped me off, he would be away for three days. We were about an hour away from home, when I just couldn't stand it any longer.

I started teasing him and masturbating while he was driving. I talked him into pulling his pants down to his ankles. He set the cruise control and sat sideways in the seat. I love a little danger mixed in with my fun.

I gently played with his b.a.l.l.s. I sucked them into my mouth one at a time, then went up his shaft, licking along the sides. I played with the head until I knew it was starting to drive him mad. Then I quickly rammed his c.o.c.k down my throat as far as it would go, and f.u.c.ked his c.o.c.k with my mouth. When I'd gotten him close to coming several times, he took his c.o.c.k in his hand and came in my mouth. I swallowed as much as possible and licked up the few stray drops that trickled down my chin. Nothing's better than the taste of j.i.s.m.

It was a good thing we finished when we did because, not five minutes later, a state trooper pa.s.sed us heading in the other direction. It would have been fun trying to explain that Tom wasn't drinking, just getting done. I can't wait until the next time we do something out of the ordinary.

-K.T., San Bernardino, California.

Belle of the b.a.l.l.s.

I have been an avid reader of Forum for more than eleven years. Though I've considered writing in on a number of occasions, not until a recent hot and sticky southern summer afternoon was I sufficiently inspired. What happened that day so enthralled me that I feel compelled to put pen to paper.

On the day in question, my girlfriend Tina told me she'd pick me up at my office at lunchtime so we could spend some time together. As soon as I exited the building my heart jumped. Tina was waiting there for me, her long blonde hair dancing in the breeze. She was wearing tight black pants and a black-and-white-striped midriff blouse that tied just below her t.i.ts. Her magnificent 38DD b.r.e.a.s.t.s were almost popping out of her blouse and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She knows that this kind of outfit drives me wild and she'd worn it deliberately. It was one of her ways of letting me know she wanted s.e.x.

I gave her a big smile and said, "Darling! You look wonderful." She returned the smile and gave me a long, lingering kiss. My pulse quickened and blood rushed into my d.i.c.k with every heartbeat. I jumped into the car quickly, worried that one of my coworkers might walk by and see the unmistakable bulge tenting the front of my pants.

We drove to an Indian restaurant, where I played with Tina's thighs under the table while we ate. It was a very pleasant lunch, even though it was a bit uncomfortable sitting still with a big b.o.n.e.r in my pants.

After lunch we decided to go to a state park that was a thirty-minute drive away. I smoked a fat joint while Tina tried to get her Saab to break the world speed record. It was a hot and humid day, but the park looked deserted. Tina screeched to a halt in a secluded spot behind a wooden pavilion. Then we necked and exchanged deep, wet kisses until we were both panting.

When we finally parted for a breath of air, we were shocked to see another car parked near the pavilion. The male driver was staring at us. Suddenly a ranger walked up to the guy's car and told him to move. As the guy drove away, a second ranger came by and posted a reserved sign in the empty s.p.a.ce. He walked away without saying anything to us.

We were surprised and relieved, but still too unnerved to try anything. While trying to decide what to do, I began running my hands over Tina's b.r.e.a.s.t.s and down into her panties, which were moist with l.u.s.t. I rubbed up and down her slit and she reached down and pulled her panties aside so I could insert a finger and stroke her c.l.i.t. At this point it was obvious we just had to have each other, regardless of the obstacles.

We looked around and noticed a restroom behind the pavilion. I prayed it would be unlocked. We timidly walked toward it, expecting someone to interrupt us, but luck was with us. We entered the restroom, locked the door, and groped each other frantically.

Tina kneeled down, unzipped my jeans, and surrounded my swollen love-tool with her hands and mouth. She has a remarkable c.o.c.ksucking technique. She took my c.o.c.k in her mouth and moistened it completely while gently cupping my b.a.l.l.s in her hands. Then she licked my b.a.l.l.s, gently sucking one or both into her mouth while stroking my shaft with her soft, warm hands.

After a while, I asked her to let me f.u.c.k her. She stripped off her clothes, turned to face the sink, and leaned over. I rubbed my d.i.c.k up, down, and across her slit before sliding it in.

Gripping her hips, I pumped slowly at first, using circular motions. Then I entered her fully and held still a moment, savoring the sensation. I felt my b.a.l.l.s tighten and began pumping deeper with rhythmic thrusts, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. By that time we were both gasping and moaning. I could feel Tina's juice gather around my b.a.l.l.s and drip down our legs. Sweat ran down our faces. When I felt myself about to come, I pulled out so she could finish by sucking me dry. We exchanged a few more kisses as we hugged, our hearts pounding.

All of a sudden, I was hard again. I pushed Tina back against the sink and entered her again. She leaned back and caressed her t.i.ts as our tongues locked. We f.u.c.ked for ten more minutes before the heat overcame us.

We tried to catch our breath and dry off with paper towels before we got dressed. Tina posed in front of the mirror and carefully reapplied lipstick. Smiling at her reflection, she did a Scarlet O'Hara impression. "My, my sir, what a hot and sticky southern afternoon it has been." With weak knees we left the bathroom and walked back to her car. What a day at the park! Thanks, rangers!

-T.G., Atlanta, Georgia.

Doggie-Style Rules.

I am a twenty-year-old male, six feet tall, medium build, and I was blessed with good equipment. Doggie-style is my favorite position. Seeing a woman on all fours, her back bowed, her plump, round a.s.s waving in the air, gets my d.i.c.k hard every time. But I've found it's hard to enter a woman from behind when she can't take it all in. It's uncomfortable to hit rock bottom with every stroke.

Fortunately, I recently found a lover who fits like a glove. Before filling my lover's p.u.s.s.y, I slide my long middle finger all the way in, using her own juices to stimulate her c.l.i.t. I like to play with her c.l.i.t until she is just short of climax. Then I penetrate her with only the head of my c.o.c.k, teasing her even more. Grabbing her hips, I slowly slide the rest of my p.e.n.i.s into her sopping wet v.a.g.i.n.a, until it all disappears. I slowly increase my movements.

She begins to toss her long hair around like a galloping horse's mane. As she wildly pounds her a.s.s back at me, I move both of my hands to her shoulders so I can enter even deeper. I love to watch her heavy b.r.e.a.s.t.s sway back and forth to the rhythm of our f.u.c.king. Not forgetting one of her favorite spots, I lubricate my thumb with our juices and slide it halfway into her rosebud a.n.u.s. Reaching around with the same hand, my index finger gently ma.s.sages her c.l.i.t until she explodes in o.r.g.a.s.m.

Doggie-style is by far the best position. It leaves all of a female's best spots available.

-T.S., Cincinnati, Ohio.

Suite Birthday.

I thought I would never recover from the physically draining s.e.x I had this past weekend with my fiancee, Kristine. We live in different parts of the country, which makes perfecting your masturbation technique essential to a happy existence. On long weekends and special occasions, we sc.r.a.pe up our money and fly to be in each other's arms and enjoy enough satisfying s.e.x to last us until our next rendezvous.

That is the main reason I found myself sitting in a New York hotel room with Kristine on my thirtieth birthday. I awoke early in the morning-too early, given the red-eye flight that I had taken from the Coast-but Kristine can be very, very persistent with her mouth-watering body and insatiable s.e.x drive. As I wiped the sleep from my eyes, Kristine plunged her tongue deep into my mouth. Our tongues dueled in a dance of love as I felt one of her hands begin the familiar ma.s.sage of my d.i.c.k and b.a.l.l.s that I have come to love. It took Kristine nearly an hour to move down my body to my rock-hard d.i.c.k. I almost came as she began to gently suck on my manhood while humming the Happy Birthday melody. By the end of the song, I was pumping into her mouth like a piston. I came like I had never come before and she swallowed my entire load. Then a sly smile appeared on her face and she moved up my body to kiss me deeply and share my come with me. This was the first time she had let me come in her mouth, so I knew that she had a special day in store for me.

"Happy thirtieth birthday, love," she said as I rolled her on her side and moved her into our favorite position-the fork! We forked for a few minutes as my hands moved with a mind of their own, across her smooth hips, swollen b.r.e.a.s.t.s and hard, pointy nipples. I slipped a single digit into her wet c.u.n.t. A very audible moan escaped her lips as I moved my finger in and out of her wetness, and the moan increased as I added a second finger.

As a lover of p.u.s.s.y, my tongue next took control. I moved down between her legs and found her stiff c.l.i.t. With my d.i.c.k hard again, I felt the sudden urge to have her love-tunnel surrounding me. I moved up and rubbed my hard d.i.c.k along her c.u.n.t lips before burying my c.o.c.k in her to the hilt. We began our familiar b.u.mp and grind, easily the best s.e.x that I have ever had. Kristine's erratic breathing and the clenching of her p.u.s.s.y muscles signaled that she was about to come. I leaned over and lightly nibbled on her nipples, which pushed her over the edge into the land of multiple o.r.g.a.s.ms.

Satisfied, we decided to do some sightseeing in America's most exciting city. Though we saw a lot of sights, we could barely keep our hands off each other, so we returned to do the only exploring that was on our minds-each other's body. As I proceeded to tweak her nipples between my fingers, Kristine asked me if I was ready for my birthday present. I responded that I was indeed ready.

To get my present I had to close my eyes. I was more than willing to play along. Before I knew what was happening, I was on my back and felt something cold being poured on my body. Soon, though, I was defrosted as Kristine's warm body glided up and down mine. Her gyrations caused my love-muscle to swell bigger than ever. I knew that Kristine was having as good a time as I was: I could feel the trails of wetness she'd left on my thighs and nuts. Ever so gently she began to run her tongue over my b.a.l.l.s before straddling my face, drawing my flicking tongue deeper into her c.u.n.t.

"f.u.c.k me with your tongue" and "That feels great" were the only things I heard as I took care of business between Kristine's thighs. You can imagine my surprise when I felt a warm mouth around my d.i.c.k and a hand ma.s.saging my nuts, knowing that Kristine was still bucking in o.r.g.a.s.m on my tongue.

Whomever the mystery mouth belonged to, it knew just the right ways to ma.s.sage and flick a tongue across my c.o.c.k. Just when I was about to reach the point of no return, my blindfold was removed and Kristine buried her tongue deep in my mouth. Then she pulled back and said, "This is Lanie. She's your special birthday present. I hope you like it."

Like it? h.e.l.l! Like any man, I loved it. As I looked at the s.e.xual vibe coming from Lanie's green eyes, I felt myself coming and coming into her mouth.

As Lanie stood up, I could see she was very attractive. Even underneath the blouse and skirt she wore I could tell she had a nice firm body, ample hips, and a slim waist. As a special touch, she was a redhead-Kristine must have remembered my fantasy about f.u.c.king a redhead.

"Lanie wants to f.u.c.k you. I'd like to watch, then join you two later. Is that all right with you?" Kristine asked me. I couldn't think of a better way to pa.s.s the evening. Lanie moved toward me and sat on my lap, and I moved one hand up her short pleated skirt until a pair of white mesh panties showed, with tufts of red hair escaping out of the sides. My other hand began to stroke the inside of her thighs.

"Pull her panties aside so I can see her p.u.s.s.y," urged Kristine.

A low moan escaped Lanie's lipstick-red lips as I did this and ran my fingers along her swollen c.l.i.t. A sly smile appeared on Kristine's face when she told me to f.u.c.k Lanie. My c.o.c.k met Lanie's wetness as Kristine guided me in from behind and kissed me. I began to pump away like a madman, as Kristine moved below us and alternated between licking Lanie's c.l.i.t and my swollen b.a.l.l.s while fingering herself. I strained to hold back my o.r.g.a.s.m as Lanie bucked harder and harder against my pelvis with each thrust. Her warm p.u.s.s.y was like a vise, milking my throbbing d.i.c.k. I had to think of calm waters as her p.u.s.s.y spasmed in the first of her three o.r.g.a.s.ms.

I held back because I wanted to save my come for the one I love. Kristine had fingered herself into a frenzy. Pulling Lanie off my lap and pushing me back onto the bed, Kristine mounted me and rode me to a mutual o.r.g.a.s.m so intense that I released a scream loud enough for our neighbors to hear. Lanie gave each of us a kiss, gathered her things, and left.

Kristine and I continued to f.u.c.k all weekend until, once again, we had to return to our distant homes. It was the best birthday present that I've ever received. I can't wait until next year. And Kristine better watch out for her birthday-I have big plans to celebrate it.

-Name and address withheld.

Take the Bull by the Horns.

I want to share a recent experience that fulfilled a longtime fantasy of mine. Although I have many fantasies, my favorite has always been making it with a black man. I don't know if it is the contrasting dark skin or the reputation of having big c.o.c.ks that has fueled my imagination for so many years. I am a thirty-two-year-old, recently divorced, very attractive woman. I stand a slim five-seven and have long strawberry blonde hair. I've always enjoyed looks from men, and innocent flirting, but I'd been faithful throughout my eight-year marriage. My ex and I had always enjoyed a healthy s.e.x life, but as the relationship waned so did it. After a couple of months of being single, I was tired of feeling sorry for myself and vowed to have some adventure. After some careful thought I knew what I was going to do and who I was going to do it with!

Over the last few years there was one black man in particular that I favored in my fantasies. His name was Bill and he was an insurance agent who handled most of our business. Bill was an ex-professional athlete whose promising career had been ended early by a severe knee injury, but Bill had continued to work out and had an incredible body. He was a very large man, about six-four, and very good-looking. We'd met on a few occasions and I thought I'd detected a few subtle glances of appreciation for me on visits to his office. I made up my mind that I was going to go for it. Now it was time to put my plan into action.