After returning his rod to its former place inside his uniform pants, he told me, "That was very good, Trish. I want you to know your man really loves and appreciates having you for his woman."

"I know. He shows me often," I responded. "His shift ends in about twenty minutes. Can I go home now? I want to be in bed waiting for him when he gets home."

His eyes lit up with excitement. "You're free to go this time. And I repeat, this time, Trish. Watch the speeding. I mean it."

"Yes, Zack."

I hopped hurriedly into my car and drove the speed limit while in sight of my boyfriend's police cruiser, then hit the pedal, making it home in record time. When he arrived, I was already naked and waiting, ready to put into action the horniness test I had developed just for his c.o.c.k.

-P.T., Manha.s.set, New York.

Splendor in the Gra.s.s.

I'm a twenty-four-year-old woman who enjoys reading the stories in Forum out loud to my boyfriend. Here's my story, which you can read to yourself, or out loud-My Most Memorable Bike Ride Ever.

I'm a five-foot-three blonde, pet.i.te and good-looking. My boyfriend likes me to wear short, flirty miniskirts without panties so I can show off my legs and, especially for him, my pretty p.u.s.s.y. One nice spring day in May we decided to go for a ride out in the country on his motorcycle. The wind was blowing my skirt up around my waist and the vibrating seat was rubbing my c.l.i.t, making me very fond of motorcycles. I kept rubbing on my man's bulge, chest, and stomach, getting closer and closer to o.r.g.a.s.m.

This seat was driving me crazy. My hips began to thrust and before I knew it, I had my own secret o.r.g.a.s.m. It tickled and teased me to ecstasy. So I kept that to myself till now.

We came to a beautiful, very private spot with a big shade tree, a hill, a small pond, and green gra.s.s. We stopped for a while. My man leaned up against the tree and I got on my knees in front of him, driving him wild like no other woman. I wanted to be the best ever.

I unzipped his Levi's and pulled his underwear down to his thighs and began licking and sucking on his swollen mushroom-shaped head. It's the most beautiful c.o.c.k I've ever seen, pink and hard and straight. I delight in giving head. I love the taste and the feel of s.e.m.e.n going down my throat. It feels so natural on my tongue. I took his entire c.o.c.k in my mouth for one slow stroke, then started up faster and sucking harder. Whenever I give head, I try to make it better than the time before by sucking harder and deep-throating.

So he was really enjoying my mouth as I s...o...b..red up and down his thick c.o.c.k, leaving him slick with spit. I was really turned on, too, and getting into it. Going faster, my head was bouncing up and down and then he tried to stop me, letting me know he was about to come. I had never swallowed before and just the thought of trying something new was exciting. It got my heart racing so I went at it again, up and down, faster and faster, as he held the back of my head and f.u.c.ked my mouth. I was so hot hearing his moans and knowing my man was turned on. I was giving him the best b.l.o.w.j.o.b ever, sucking wildly as I moaned, too. It felt so f.u.c.king good.

I felt him release his hot juice in my mouth and it made me more excited because it was my first hot load. I swallowed his salty juices and licked his d.i.c.k clean.

We walked around a little and I got naked and posed for him, giving him a generous peek at my tight, pink p.u.s.s.y. I had shaved off most of my p.u.s.s.y hair except for my little box on top, for just such an occasion. It was a tight, pretty, pink, virgin p.u.s.s.y, he said. It's so elastic it snaps back into place after he has his big c.o.c.k in it.

I danced around in nothing but my miniskirt, spreading my p.u.s.s.y lips apart for him to see. I was bending over a fence post, hiking up one leg, teasing him, flirting, showing off what I had for him. Then I got down in the gra.s.s on all fours, my favorite position. I spread my legs slightly and with my two fingers spread my p.u.s.s.y lips apart. He lay on his back under me and performed magic with his tongue, teasing my c.l.i.t so softly it made my hips thrust into his mouth. It felt so good I didn't think I would be able to stand it much longer.

He stuck his finger into my c.u.n.t and drove me crazy. My hips were going back and forth as my moans became progressively louder. I got into it. I shut my eyes and exploded all over his hand and mouth. He really is the best licker ever.

Then he got on his knees and stuck his hard d.i.c.k into my wet, slick, tight, c.o.c.k-snapping p.u.s.s.y. I felt him so deep in me it seemed he was all the way up to my belly b.u.t.ton. He thrust his thumb into my a.s.s and I played with my c.l.i.t, moaning, "f.u.c.k me harder. The harder the better."

I was so hot I kept pulling up the gra.s.s with my fist as I moaned over and over for him to f.u.c.k me hard. He pushed my head down and grabbed my hips to get deeper into my love-hole. After a few long strokes we exploded together and collapsed in the gra.s.s. I had such a great day. Everything is so much prettier when you join nature and f.u.c.k outside. It's so open. Now we're ready for another ride.

-R.W., Frederick, Maryland.

Picture Perfect.

I left my house somewhat in a daze. I antic.i.p.ated the events to come, my mind drifting off, dreaming scenes of the upcoming romantic evening with my boyfriend Vern. Since Vern's a truck driver and hardly ever home, I want the time we do spend together to be just perfect.

I turned the corner by his house, my p.u.s.s.y lips already moist with excitement, but my heart stopped as I realized Vern's truck was not in the driveway. Disappointment stabbed me as I realized the evening was not going to be perfect after all.

I parked my car and sulked up to the door. Then a smile flashed over my face as a new idea took shape in my mind. I let myself in as my heart jumped with a new excitement. My pace quickened with this new rush running through my body. I tried to get everything ready before Vern's arrival. Not knowing how much time I had made me hurry.

Once in the house I went to the first place Vern would go upon his arrival, the refrigerator. A cold beer would be his first destination. I left a brief note, "I'm waiting for you." I wrapped my black, silky G-string around the neck of an ice-cold Bud just to give him a hint of the mood I was in.

As I finished preparing his room, I thought out loud, "This might turn out better then I had planned." A surge of excitement ran through my body as my eyes focused on the camcorder set up in the corner of the room-out of the way but with a great view of his bed. I lit candles all around the room, giving it just the right amount of light for the camera to get all the action.

Everything was ready for the evening-there was just one setback. Vern still had not shown up. Still determined not to let this temporary setback ruin this evening, I turned the stereo and camcorder on, then proceeded to dance in front of the camera.

As the music played in the background, I stripped my baggy T-shirt from my body, revealing a black thong lace teddy. My erect nipples showed through the sheer black material. I moved up and down in front of the camera, turning in all directions, making sure the camera caught every angle of my body. Taunting the camera as if it were Vern, I slowly wiggled out of my jeans while moving back toward the bed.

My hands were now roaming freely over my body, one ma.s.saging my moist, wet mound of flesh through the thin layer of silk while my other hand played over my soft silky breast, pinching my erect nipple. I unb.u.t.toned the easy access on the teddy, revealing my shaven p.u.s.s.y lips. Only a small patch of hair remained above my puffy slit.

I eased back on the bed, positioning myself just right for the camera. My c.u.n.t now throbbing as the excitement built within, the pressure was almost unbearable as my c.l.i.t twitched with an erotic o.r.g.a.s.m. I felt the bliss of ecstasy. Looking into the camera, I whispered, "I wish you were here to stick your hard, thick c.o.c.k inside my wet p.u.s.s.y." I kneeled in front of the camera to expose my b.r.e.a.s.t.s as I stripped off the teddy and tossed it to the floor. I slowly thrust my finger in and out of my mouth, sucking it like a c.o.c.k, tasting my juices with every swirl of my tongue. I teased the camera as it looked on.

I removed my finger from my mouth, sliding it down my stomach until it reached my wet spot, slipping it in and out of my soaking wet p.u.s.s.y, moving my hips up and down in rhythm as I f.u.c.ked my fingers. My p.u.s.s.y began twitching into an electrifying o.r.g.a.s.m as I cried out, "Vern," and my juices leaked down the crack of my a.s.s. Looking back at the camera, I said, "Sorry you had to miss out, but maybe next time our paths will cross."

I slid off the bed and then quickly got dressed. I grabbed the tape as I ran out the door, down the stairs, and back into the kitchen. There I left the new movie, my black sheer teddy, and another note: "Watch me, Love Nori."

I had started for the door when I heard Vern's truck door slam. My heart dropped into my stomach as I tried to figure out what to do next. Should I stay or sneak out the back? Still frozen in my tracks, I heard Vern's key in the front door. With no time to think, I ran back upstairs. I quickly stripped and lay on his bed to await his arrival.

While I lay there naked on his bed, trying to antic.i.p.ate Vern's reaction, I must have fallen asleep. The next thing I knew, I was awakened by a pleasant surprise. I thought I was dreaming for a second, then I realized this was not a dream. I looked down and to my surprise, Vern's face was buried between my legs. His tongue brushed over my soft mound of flesh as my c.l.i.t flickered with electrifying pulses, sending surge after jolting surge through my body.

Slowly he moved up my torso as he whispered, "Loved your movie, but it was missing something. Me!" He quickly glanced at the camcorder. The excitement grew more intense when I realized he was taping us.

He plunged his hard c.o.c.k into my wet p.u.s.s.y, stretching my walls to their limits, filling me with his long, thick shaft. I pulled my legs back against the bed as he slammed his body hard against mine and I felt his b.a.l.l.s slapping against my a.s.s. His pace quickened as my p.u.s.s.y walls contracted around his shaft. I cried out, "Here it is," as my c.u.n.t throbbed and pulsed into an intense o.r.g.a.s.m.

I felt his c.o.c.k starting to throb and I wailed, "Pull out, I want to suck you dry." Without hesitation he pulled his shooting c.o.c.k from my p.u.s.s.y, spewing warm come on my belly before he jammed his shaft into my open mouth. I devoured our juices with every lick of his c.o.c.k. Licking it up, down, and all around like it was a big stick, I tongued his main vein as it pumped more come down my throat. Swallowing as much as I could, only allowing very little to drip from the corners of my mouth, I continued sucking his thick shaft until his body quit shaking. I slowly made my way down to the base of his c.o.c.k with my tongue licking along his tender vein to the crack of his a.s.s, making sure I didn't miss a drop.

I made my way back over the head of his c.o.c.k. Vern grabbed me, pulling me on top of him with his muscular arms. His sensitive tool could take no more.

We lay there holding each other with satisfaction on our faces. He asked, "Shall we watch our movie or shall we add another scene?" I looked up and said, "What do you think?"

-N.P., Cheyenne, Wyoming.

A Tease Grows Up.

My story transpired when I was just eighteen years old. First let me tell you a bit about myself. I am four-foot-eleven, weigh 90 pounds, and have long auburn hair down to my waist. I lived in the country for most of my life and knew absolutely nothing about s.e.x. As far as I was concerned I was never going to get married or have children because then people would have to see me kiss and they would also know that I had f.u.c.ked!

Anyway, we moved to the big city of Fort Wayne where I met this truly gorgeous guy. Hal was an absolute dream. He had a wonderful bod, luscious lips, and a marvelous p.e.n.i.s. We were pretty great together, I must admit. We'd take a blanket into the woods and f.u.c.k for hours on end.

Then one day after being away for a weekend, I returned to find that Hal had gotten himself in trouble with the law. We had an understanding from the beginning that if he were to get in trouble and be incarcerated then I did not have to stay faithful. I also had my needs, but when he was released I would be with him and only him. But after Hal, how could anyone ever compare?

I called a friend and asked if she would attend his hearing with me. She obliged and brought along her new boyfriend Farley. After the hearing, the three of us went back to school for the remainder of the day and then afterward we went to an arcade. There I met an amazing-looking guy named Reece and we hit it off pretty good.

We all decided to go with another couple to Farley's motel room where we proceeded to drink and get high. That night we ended up on the floor of the motel room. Nothing actually happened, but not for the lack of trying on Reece's part. Every time I would go to the bathroom, which was down the hall from the room, either Reece or Farley would follow me and we would end up necking and groping.

The following day we all decided we should just remain friends. On our way back to the motel room we ran into a gay drug dealer who gave us each a hit of acid. The night was getting long as we played cards. Feet were rubbed in crotches and I decided to get on the bed, the only bed.

Well, it just so happened that Farley also wanted the bed. I wouldn't budge so we ended up sleeping together-not exactly sleeping-and this made Reece very angry. He tried to leave but I kept insisting that he stay.

The next day when I awoke I went to the arcade to find Reece and man, was he p.i.s.sed. We didn't speak for nearly a week and then we met up again at Farley's apartment. We all smoked some pot and got pretty wasted.

Farley and I ended up in the kitchen kissing and groping pa.s.sionately. He had my leg in the air as I sat on the counter and his mouth was on my breast. Things were getting real hot when I stopped him and asked him why, out of the other five girls that were in the living room, he was picking me. He just said that he liked me best and we continued to kiss and grope.

I was so hot I felt like I was on fire. I told Farley we should hold off till everyone left and he reluctantly agreed. We straightened our clothes and went back into the living room and acted as if nothing had happened.

Everyone departed around midnight and we decided to take it a bit farther. We went into his bedroom where he removed his shirt. He had an amazing body. As he pressed against me I could feel his erect p.e.n.i.s against my belly. Eventually we ended up on the bed where we continued kissing, but he wanted me to take his p.e.n.i.s in my mouth. I wasn't sure about this since I had never done it before. Also, the size of it made me wonder if I would gag to death or split in two if he f.u.c.ked me.

He started removing my clothes slowly, which made me shiver. His fingers explored every inch of my body until I thought I would scream. Finally he reached my p.u.s.s.y, where he stayed and pleasured me until I could take no more. I had to have him. I implored, "Please Farley, give me your c.o.c.k now."

He made me quiver and quake but not come. He had me so hot and wet I was delirious. As I rubbed his already erect p.e.n.i.s it spasmed and then I felt something hot and realized that I had made him come. I grinned as he went down on me and lapped at my drenched and dripping p.u.s.s.y. He took my c.l.i.t into his warm mouth. I felt as though I was immersed in a tub of warm water. I couldn't take it any longer. I wanted his c.o.c.k and I wanted it inside me now.

We started off real slow but soon we were f.u.c.king frantically and he came for the second time. He started to fondle my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and took each in his mouth and tongued my nipples until they were as big as erasers. I thought I went to heaven. We kissed for an hour and then slowly I started to rub his p.e.n.i.s against my moist p.u.s.s.y, encouraging it until it became hard again.

I took his c.o.c.k in my mouth and sucked like a vacuum cleaner. I would start off slow and then speed up, making him writhe on the bed. He reached for me but I wouldn't let him touch me until I was through with his p.e.n.i.s. When he could stand it no longer I straddled him and rode him to the point of no return! I love it when we both come at the same time, his c.o.c.k throbbing in rhythm with my pulsating p.u.s.s.y.

Since that night we have had intimate moments here and there, but nothing compares to that night. He is now known as Farley the Fabulous f.u.c.k!

-D.H., Fort Wayne, Indiana.

Satisfaction Guaranteed.

The dancer was good and I watched her intently. She smiled provocatively at me from the stage. She knew I liked what I saw; the bulge in my jeans was proof. She moved toward me slowly and pulled her G-string up, making it slide between the soft lips of her puffy mound. I smiled, watching every move, my c.o.c.k growing even harder.

When she finally stood in front of me, she leaned back, giving me a perfect close-up of her moist slit. It was all I could do to keep from reaching out to touch her sweetness. She stood up, turned around, and again bent over.

Watching me from between her legs, she backed toward me while I held her hips and licked her lips. Moving to the music, she worked her G-string to the side, showing me what I wanted to see. I quickly leaned forward and gave it a good lick. She shivered and moved her hand to the bulge in my jeans. She stroked it lightly, feeling my hardness. Turning, she sat in my lap, moving her hips back and forth, feeling my rock-hard c.o.c.k from top to bottom and back again.

She smiled and whispered that she needed me. She took my hand and we walked to the lap-dance booth. She positioned me on the chair and slowly unzipped my jeans. I fingered her wet box while she uncovered my c.o.c.k.

She checked for her boss and seeing she was busy, went for my c.o.c.k, licking the drop of precome from the head. She got up on the chair on her knees above me. She watched my face as she inched her tight, wet p.u.s.s.y closer to my c.o.c.k. Holding her hips, I pulled her closer. When the head of my c.o.c.k touched her wetness, she groaned and slid down the hard shaft, taking the entire length. I moaned as I felt my c.o.c.k slide into her soft, hot hole. She was so tight and she made me so big!

She began moving to the music, fast, then slow. She was close to coming and I hoped I could hold back. When the music stopped, she pulled off. I was confused, but when she turned around, I understood. I pulled her back down and sank my pole deep into her.

Leaning forward, she grabbed her ankles and I stroked her deep and hard. As I worked my c.o.c.k in her tight p.u.s.s.y, I reached around and found her hard c.l.i.t. Playing with her b.u.t.ton made her come and I felt her squeeze my c.o.c.k hard. I moved in her as she came. When her spasms slowed, I slowed my pace.

She whimpered and pushed back on my rod. It was all I could take. Grabbing her hips, I drove my c.o.c.k deep. She started to come again when I hit the top and spilled my hot come deep inside her. She squeezed every drop from my rod and quivered with the last of her climax.

Without a word, she turned and kissed my cheek. I tried to give her a tip for the "lap dance" but she refused it, saying, "I should tip you for such good service! Come back again-soon!"

I left the bar that night a totally satisfied and happy customer!

-W.I., Wheeling, West Virginia.

Let it Ride.

I love to f.u.c.k! Yes, I must admit I'm one of those people, but I can't help it. What I love even more is riding the edge.

I came once thirteen times before I finally couldn't stand it any longer and gave in to one super o.r.g.a.s.m. I love to push myself to the brink and stop-push-stop. Mind over body, how long can I make this feeling last?

Now this isn't as easy as it sounds because once your p.u.s.s.y starts to tingle and tighten up your natural instinct is to go for it. However, f.u.c.king is much more than that to me. I love to make it last. My only problem is finding someone who can hold up to his reputation-you know the one-"I could f.u.c.k all night."

This is usually more talk than action, but then I met this guy named Ray. I think he could stay hard for life, or at least long enough to satisfy me for a while.

He didn't brag about his talents. He was the quiet, attractive type. One day he broke his silence and instead of saying, "Wanna f.u.c.k?" like most guys, he asked, "Mind if I lick your c.l.i.t?" I had a good feeling about this one.

We had run into each other several times by accident and we finally decided we both had the same thing in mind so why not? Next thing I know, our hands start roaming everywhere. He's ma.s.saging my t.i.ts and my hand is down his pants playing with his d.i.c.k. He's out of his jeans in a flash, his d.i.c.k getting hard. He's sucking on my nipples like a newborn baby. This has a main line to my p.u.s.s.y, which is now so wet it's starting to run down my legs.

All I wanted him to do was f.u.c.k me hard so I could return the favor. We seemed to know what the other liked and wanted right off. He bent me over in front of him, feeling his c.o.c.k slip into my p.u.s.s.y from the rear, so tight, feeling every inch of him. He pushed as hard as he could in and out, faster, then slower, sending chills through my body.

I turned around in front of him, dropped to my knees, and started giving him one h.e.l.l of a b.l.o.w.j.o.b. Giving head is special to me because it's like a huge wet tongue giving your mouth a nice long kiss. Taking his shaft ever so carefully I started sucking on just the head and softly flicking my tongue against his slit while caressing his b.a.l.l.s. I lowered my mouth down to lick his b.a.l.l.s, sucking and rolling them around in my mouth. I slowly licked my way back up his shaft and started in on his head again. I sucked hard, then I took all of him and then went back to his head. Tasting his precome in my mouth made me know he was also enjoying himself.

To the bed we went, and sitting on his lap I could see into the mirror in front of me. I watched my b.o.o.bs bouncing up and down in the mirror and I directed my eyes to my lap to watch his rod enter my love-hole, his hands on my hips making me bounce harder and feeling every inch of him inside of me. I started to feel the edge but I wouldn't give in yet.

He lay down on his back and I lay down on my back on top of him. My p.u.s.s.y was dripping wet by now so keeping his d.i.c.k inside was hard but we managed. I could feel different spots of my p.u.s.s.y being ma.s.saged by his c.o.c.k. I rolled over, a.s.s up in the air. He started rubbing my c.l.i.t with his fingers, then he started licking it with his tongue, searching, finding, sucking. I could hardly stand it anymore. My moans were getting louder and his c.o.c.k inside of me now was pushing harder. I could feel his b.a.l.l.s slapping against my a.s.s. He rolled me over to my back, putting my legs over his shoulders, and I moaned, "Ride me hard." Every inch of my body was connected to my p.u.s.s.y now, every move was sending chills through me. Stop, I can't stand it anymore! Don't stop, I love it!

Another successful ride.

-Name and address withheld.