Once and Not Again

There was so much unspoken passion whenever our eyes would meet. We were never formally introduced, but his elderly mother had hired me on a part time basis to clean her house, and he had done some landscaping for the apartment building where I lived. He came to his mom’s to eat lunch a lot, and I always admired him from a distance. He usually had some of his work crew with him, so we didn’t often have a chance to talk. But the silent conversations we held with our eyes became more and more frequent. He was almost statuesque, with big sinewy biceps, and his eyes were as blue as the ocean.

After a while he began to show up alone, and was extremely friendly. Then we talked a lot. We talked of our hopes and dreams, our strengths and weaknesses. The fact was that we came from different worlds and had totally different personalities. Most of the women he knew were refined and ladylike, and he was intrigued by my streetwise feminism. He had been raised in a typical sheltered middle class family, whereas my split family life had made me strong and somewhat worldly. He said I talked to him like one of the guys, and he was never afraid to say anything in my presence, which was something he was not accustomed to. We were attracted to each other partly because of our differences— I dreamed of being with this pretty boy jock who looked like a Calvin Klein ad, successful and dreamy whereas he was indulging his rebellious side with a down to earth lower class cleaning lady. Our conversations grew more and more intense, as did the sexual tension between us. I knew that trouble was on the horizon.

One day he asked me to rub his back, claiming he had hurt himself at work and that his muscles were all tense. The one muscle I wanted to feel most at this point was the one protruding from between his legs. I could feel my body trembling with nervousness. He lay down on his big stomach, and his body looked as big and solid as the side of a mountain.

I proceeded to rub his back, and with each stroke my pussy twitched with arousal. There was definitely a strong magnetism between our bodies, a kind of pure animal lust. As I sat on his tight athlete’s ass, I rubbed my throbbing clit back and forth over his hard buttocks in the most indiscreet manner. I don’t know what might have happened if his pager hadn’t gone off at that moment, calling him away. But we both knew there would be more happening between us. I could hardly wait to see him again, and I was sure he was feeling the same way.

He stayed over at his mother’s house that night, and the next morning, as I was dusting the living room, he came downstairs and crept up behind me. I could smell him. He always smelled freshly of the outdoors, the most manly aroma I’ve ever known. When I spun around, our eyes met, and I knew immediately that this would be a day that would be embedded in my memory forever.

My knees felt weak, and as I swayed toward him he caught me in those huge, bulging arms. The mere touch of this man had my clitoris swelling. Neither of us could manage to say anything all that could be heard was the sound of our heavy breathing and, as it seemed to me, the sound of our hearts beating with nervous anticipation.

He slowly started to drop to his knees, placing his face against my legs as I stood above him, cradling his head. His hands began to run up and down my body with a soft but insistent swiftness. I knelt down also, grabbing at his rippling masculine body like a dog going after raw meat. I began to kiss and lick his chest, and then worked my way down, my breath leaving a burning trail of desire leading to his pulsating muscle of love. I paused to gaze into his eyes, and in them I saw the same look of euphoria that I knew was in mine. We had reached the point of no return, and there was no drawing back from this strong desire that we shared.

As I pulled off his faded jeans, smelling of the outdoors and machinery oil, I became even more aroused at the sight of his bulging boxer shorts. The wet spot at the peak of that straining tent showed me that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I smiled as I uncovered the rest of him. His joystick was truly in proportion with the rest of his amazing body. It was big and thick, yet not too long, and I knew my mouth would swallow it up like a succulent lollipop, causing him to want more and more. I wrapped my lips around it and toyed with it playfully. He quivered and pulsated with each savory stroke of my tongue up and down his rock hard cock. He began to moan and to tell me how long he had waited for this to happen. He began to thrust his hips at my face, his body shaking and his knees knocking against each other. I knew he was coming to climax. I loved hearing his groans and gasps the power I had over him in that moment of his ecstasy made me feel even more drawn to him. He erupted with a shout, and I took him as deep as I could as his come spurted gloriously into my throat.

As I eagerly swallowed his sperm I could feel my pussy emitting juices in a quantity I had never thought possible. He now began to kiss me all over my lean, writhing body. I was burning with lust, and I began to rotate my hips as he swiftly pulled off my jeans and panties. He kissed my belly button, and his head moved slowly down my torso, as my pussy all but screamed for him to swallow up the cream that was now trickling down my leg. My clit felt swollen to about three times is normal size.

When his tongue touched my throbbing button I moaned loudly, and he proceeded to tantalize and tease it, glancing up at me from time to time with a smile. With every swivel of my hips, his tongue seemed to grow bolder and more restless. He started whispering about how sweet my pussy was. He fondled my nipples, rubbing and tweaking them to an almost unbearable peak of stimulation. My body began to rock with a pleasure I had never known so intensely before. Finally I arched my back and screamed out with ecstasy as my body shook with a series of climactic seizures that were totally beyond my control, and even my comprehension.

There were no words spoken about what had just transpired between us. It had been long awaited, and we both knew it had been worth every moment of that wait. We also knew it could not go on. We were too different, and once our passion and curiosity had been satisfied, there was little to keep us together. I gave his mother my notice, and I never saw him after that day. Although I think of him often, I have never regretted either making love with him or giving him up. Life is a series of difficult decisions, and some things just need to be done, without explanation, rationalization or remorse.

T.Q., Mesa, Arizona

Bowling a Strike

About seven years ago I started bowling in a Friday night league with three friends. It soon became clear that the only reason they were bowling was to have an excuse to go out and drink on Friday nights. However, I did meet a lot of nice people from the other teams, particularly two cute Puerto Rican girls named Clara and Elena. When I had time between frames I would go over to their lane and flirt with them. The one I was really interested in was Clara, and I was pretty sure she had the same feelings.

When the league season came to an end, I had decided not to bowl the following year. But on the last night Clara came to me and asked me to bowl on their team next season. I told her I would have to think about it, and would let her know by the end of the night. I figured there was no way we could win the league, but I sure would enjoy her company, so at the end of the evening I told her I would do it.

On the first night of the new season, Clara asked me if I wanted to get a drink at the bar after the match. Of course I accepted. Soon we were sitting in a booth in the far corner of the bar. I was surprised but delighted when Clara suddenly leaned over and laid a lip lock on me. It was one of the best kisses I ever got, and she kept coming back for more. Between kisses her hand found its way to my crotch. Naturally I asked her if she would like to come home with me, and she replied that she would love to, but she couldn’t. When I asked why, she told me she was married. She said the marriage was not very happy, but it was a marriage, and there was no way she could cheat on her husband.

I walked her to her car, and she gave me another one of her great kisses before driving off. I was disappointed, but I figured that by the end of the season she would change her mind. But in fact she didn’t. I respected her for what she felt, but I did now bowl any more after that season, and I kind of lost track of Clara.

Well, seven yeas went by, and then one day my phone rang, and it was Clara. We talked for a while, and she told me she was divorced, then asked if we could get together. It turned out she was living about two miles from my home, and I told her I could pick her up in five minutes.

As I drove over there I wondered how much she had changed since I had last seen her. When I pulled up to her house she was standing in the driveway, and she looked great. She ran over to my car to give me a kiss. She told me that I looked wonderful, and that she had been thinking about me a lot.

We went to the old bowling bar, where we saw some people from our old league. Then we found a booth in a corner and did some catching up. When we had finished our drinks, I asked her what she would like to do next. She leaned over and whispered in my ear that she wanted to go back to my place to fuck and suck all night long. She didn’t have to ask twice.

Inside the car she gave me a very long kiss, which I reluctantly broke off so we could start home. As I backed out of the lot, I suddenly felt her hand on my crotch. I was already hard. Clara smiled and said she couldn’t wait to suck my cock. I told her I couldn’t wait to have her do it.

We pulled into my driveway and went into the house. She excused herself to use the bathroom, and while she was gone I lit a few candles and turned on some music. When she returned we immediately started kissing. I unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. I then reached behind her and unfastened her bra, then pulled it off. Her breasts were on the small side, but very firm and pretty. I took first her left nipple, then her right one into my mouth, and gently nibbled on them till they were hard.

While I was doing this, Clara was opening my pants and stroking my cock. I told her to lie down on the bed, and I stepped out of my pants and helped her out of hers. After removing her panties I beheld her gorgeous pussy. I couldn’t wait to taste it. I told her to roll over, and I caressed and kissed her beautiful ass cheeks before I parted them and ran my tongue up and down her crack, stopping only to dart it into her butthole. I inserted first one, then two fingers into her pussy. Her juices were flowing and fragrant. I flipped her back over and we went into a very long French kiss. Then I slid my mouth down to her pussy and buried my face between her legs.

Soon I was working two fingers in and out of her pussy while my tongue worked on her clit. Clara was thrashing around so hard that I was afraid she was going to hurt herself. I was really enjoying the taste of her, and I could tell it would not be long before she climaxed. I kept going until she clamped her legs around my head and came. I had never had a female come that copiously on my face. I couldn’t lap up her juices fast enough.

I then straddled her chest, fed my cock into her eagerly open mouth and started to face fuck her. She sucked me hungrily and well. When after a while I removed my cock from her mouth, she immediately complained. “I want you to come in my mouth,” she moaned. I told her not to worry— I would be more than happy to come in her mouth, but first I wanted to feel her pussy wrapped around my fat cock. I slid down and slipped my hard member into her honeypot. It was hot and tight. I gave her a few strokes, then pulled out and straddled her chest again. This time she grabbed my cock and fed it into her waiting mouth.

I really enjoy watching a female suck my cock, especially when it is glistening with her pussy juices. I suddenly felt my orgasm approaching, and I fucked that mouth faster and faster. When I couldn’t hold back any more, I pushed my tool as deep as I could between those luscious lips and then held still while I emptied myself into her mouth. When I pulled away, Clara opened her mouth so I could see how much sperm I had given her, then closed it again and swallowed every drop. Then she kissed the head of my cock and told me that when it got hard again, she wanted to feel it once more in her pussy.

She started to French kiss me, and five minutes later I was ready again. Clara wanted to be on top, so she straddled my hips and took me inside her, riding up and down on my cock and fingering her clit till she exploded all over me. Everything was drenched— my balls, my butt, the sheets, everything. As she collapsed on top of me I kept pumping into her from below until I shot another load inside her. When my cock slipped out of her she went down and licked it clean.

We finally got to sleep just before dawn, and I woke up around noon to find her sucking on my cock. We spent the whole day really getting to know each other. I knew all that silly bowling would pay off sometime.

F.Y., Cleveland, Ohio

Nifty Neighbor

At the age of eighteen I was all muscle and hormones. My sex drive was wound up as tight as a watch spring, and ready to be unleashed. I was five foot ten and 170 pounds, tall, lean and ready. The object of my drooling affections happened to be my next door neighbor, Diane. She was thirty three years old, and even though she had two kids, it had done nothing to affect her gorgeous body. Her 34C breasts, long brown hair and slender hips drove me wild. Fortunately for me, I finally got the chance to fulfill my fantasy with this dynamite older woman during the summer after my senior year in high school.

Diane’s husband was a workaholic. He was never home, and she spent her days at the local community college, working to become a nurse. Since I was saving up to go to college in the fall, I picked up a few extra bucks by watching their kids. They had a pool, and since I lived right next door it worked out great. I got a chance to lounge around the pool, and I also had a reason to be around when Diane got home from her summer term classes.

I always had the suspicion that Diane might be a little attracted to me, too. Sometimes when she’d come home she would come out to the pool, and she always wore a quite revealing bathing suit. I had often seen her in one piece suits, but now she started wearing very slinky string bikinis whenever I was around. Sometimes, as the kids played ball in the yard, she would invite me to rub lotion on her back. This was an opportunity I never passed up.

After nearly a month of her flirting, and my flirting back, the sexual tension had grown intense between us. The only problem was that I was too chicken to make a move that might cross the line. Then one day Diane made it for me, and my life changed.

The kids were spending the day with some of the other neighborhood children at the zoo, and I had Diane’s house to myself. As usual, I was poolside when she came home, a little early. She said her day had been shit, and all she wanted to do was kick back, catch some rays and cool out with me.

When she came out of the house she had a brand new suit on, fire engine red and skimpier than anything I’d ever seen. Her breasts nearly spilled out of the tiny cups, and the bottom part was so small that I could tell her pussy was well trimmed. As she sauntered over toward me I practically had to lift my jaw off the ground with one hand while I used the other to try and hide the bulging effect her looks had on me. But she really knocked me out when she sat down in a nearby chair, then leaned back and untied the strings of her skimpy top.

“Come over here,” she said softly. “It’s time for my rubdown.”

She let the top drop then, and for the first time I got a look at the stunning breasts and bright pink nipples that I had dreamed of a thousand times. Those nipples were as hard as diamonds, and nearly an inch long. They absolutely begged for my mouth.

“Do you like what you see?” Diane purred.

“I’m absolutely speechless,” I managed to reply.

“Good,” she said. “Because you won’t be able to talk with my breasts in your mouth, will you?”

I got up then and walked over to her, knelt down and clamped my hot lips around her left tit. She let out a sigh and wound her fingers through my hair.

“Mmm . . . suck it. Yes, that’s it. You are so good!”

I was in absolute heaven, kneading one breast in my hand and suckling the other. My cock swelled to the point of bursting, and the front of my shorts poked out like a pup tent. My hormones raged as I knew that I would have this woman, my dream woman, for the first time. I kissed my way up her chest, and our lips locked together in a deep, tongue twisting kiss. When we parted I said hoarsely, “Inside— now.”

I led the way as we went in, and before she could close the door I was all over her. We started kissing again, and I grabbed her ass in my hands and pushed her up against the wall. As our bodies mashed together I ground my cock into her belly and she let out a low growl.

“That’s what I want,” she panted.

“Well,” I said, “I intend to give it to you. All of it.”

Somehow we got ourselves to the bedroom, and she pushed me down onto the waterbed. In one swift motion she had my trunks down around my ankles, and my cock was waving tall and proud right in front of her face. She clamped her lips around that pole and proceeded to give me my first blowjob ever, and one of the best. Swirling her tongue around the head, she stroked me up and down, sucking me steadily and fondling my balls as she went. Just as I was about to blow my load she stepped up the pace, sliding a finger up my ass. I lost it and started to blow. She backed off after the first shot and pointed my cock at her chest. I shot ribbon after ribbon of hot, sticky come onto her beautiful breasts, and then collapsed, totally spent.

Diane crawled up next to me and began scooping the come off her chest with her fingers and licking them clean. Then she leaned over and licked what was left off my cock. At this point she was more than ready for a little relief of her own, and I was more than willing to oblige. I grabbed hold of the string of her bikini bottoms and gave a yank. The tiny garment fell away, and I got a shot of her amazing pussy. It was indeed neatly trimmed, and I could see her cunt lips glistening with moisture, just waiting for my tongue to lick them clean.

I laid her down on the bed, bent over and kissed that sweet pussy. She cooed as I ran my tongue up her wet slit and swirled it around her clit. I grabbed the cheeks of her ass and buried my tongue in her hole. Diane gasped and grabbed the back of my head. She then guided me through my first pussy eating session, teaching me to focus on her clit while I was finger fucking her hole. She came twice before I came up for air, and by that time I was ready to put my cock where my mouth had been.

I climbed on top of her and shivered as I slipped my cock into her incredibly hot, wet hole. Buried deep inside, I felt her pussy quiver around my cock, and I slowly began to pull back out. I took my time, wanting to savor every second of this fantasy come true. After a while Diane was begging me to pick up the pace and really fuck her. Before long we were screwing flat out, our pelvises crashing together, my balls slapping against her ass. I rolled her nipples between my fingers as I slammed into her hot cunt, faster and faster with every pistoning stroke, until her body tightened, and she dug her fingers into my back. With a scream and a moan we came together, and collapsed on the bed.

I leaned over toward her, and then simultaneously we both said the same thing: “God, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time!” Then we broke into laughter, and a moment later she fell asleep in my arms.

That was just the first of many great afternoons we had together. And that’s how I spent my summer vacation.

G.R., Oakland, California

Joyful in Japan

Recently, I heard from my old college roommate, Howie. Howie and I had been starters on the football team in our senior year, when we won the league. Being star athletes meant that women were drawn to us like bears to honey, and we were happy to take advantage of the situation.

Howie stood six foot four and weighed about 235 pounds, while I was six three and 245, and both of us had dicks proportionate to the size of our bodies. As word spread among the young coeds about our crotch cargo, they almost stood in line for us to take a dip in their young pussies.

Six years later, when I heard from Howie again, he was a plant manager for an American firm in Tokyo. As my marriage had recently gone south, he was able to talk me into visiting him there.

When Howie met me at the airport, he had a beautiful Japanese girl with him, whom he introduced as Myko. She was nicely dressed in a thin blouse that showed plenty of cleavage, a short skirt, fishnet stockings and high heels.

After collecting my luggage, the three of us got into Howie’s car and headed for his house. On the way, Howie said that he had a “gift” waiting for me at home. When we got to the house, there was another Asian girl there, whom he introduced as Jin. Jin, too, was a knockout, but I was a bit confused about what was going on. Howie went on to tell me the story.

He explained that Myko had originally come to work for him in the factory, but when he needed a housekeeper he had hired her for the job. Eventually she wound up in his bed— as most women he knew did, sooner or later. Now they had an arrangement in which Myko retained her factory pay and lived an American lifestyle, in return for which her pussy was available for both Howie and his clients. But now Howie’s client base had grown to the point where he needed another girl to entertain his customers and friends, and that was where Jin came in. Jin was eager for the job, but she was still a virgin, due to her protective rural upbringing. So when I had agreed to pay him a visit, Howie had decided to save her for me. He said he was doing both of us a favor.

Meanwhile, Howie said, he and Myko had been showing Jin how to suck cock and jack a guy off. They had also explained to her that I had a really big cock, which might be very tight in her small Asian pussy. Howie explained that many of his American customers remarked how tight Myko’s pussy was compared to those of their wives and girlfriends. Myko smiled proudly as he said this.

After the girls had cooked us a delicious dinner, the four of us grabbed a bottle of Champagne and headed out to Howie’s pool. We decided to strip down. As we did, I put my hand between Jin’s legs and felt the virgin pussy I would soon be stretching with my dick. Jin moaned softly and wriggled against my hand, and it was obvious that she was more than ready to be broken in.

After a couple of glasses of Champagne and a half hour of playing with Jin’s pussy and tits, I was ready to proceed to the main event. I picked Jin up, my large dick standing in the air, and carried her to the bedroom.

I sensed some anxiety on Jin’s part, but also an unmistakable eagerness. I laid her on the bed, put a pillow under her ass and began to lick and probe her with my tongue. I then inserted two fingers in her pussy to get her juices flowing. Soon her hips were bucking as if she were thrusting to meet my dick. By this time I was rock hard. I offered my tool to her mouth, and she sucked it in hungrily. While this felt wonderful, I had other plans for my first load. I moved down and positioned myself at the wonderful, tight, dripping slit between her legs. Her pussy lips were swollen and in full bloom.

I began by rubbing the head of my cock against her slit, then parted her pussy with the throbbing tip. She was the tightest I’d had so far. By pushing gently I was only able to get about two inches inside her. I didn’t want to hurt her or force myself into her, but Jin was pushing up at me and moaning for more. I took hold of her ass to keep her from sliding on the silk sheets, and as she urged me on I managed to thrust the remainder of my fat tool into that clutching pussy. Jin gave a cry of what certainly sounded like joy as I thus wiped away eighteen years of virginity.

At that point I lay still, letting her get used to the size of my dick. I was buried inside her, glorying in the sensation of her wet pussy muscles, all warm, wet and velvety, happily milking my huge American prick.

I soon began my up and down thrusting. Between Jin’s tight pussy and small stature, and my big dig, I was actually lifting her torso off the bed with each upstroke. That tight cunt and her squirmy little body and her screams of joy had my climax building in no time, and I bathed her pussy with what seemed like gallons of come. After I pulled out, Jin sucked me hard again so I could repeat the process. I fucked her four times before we were both satisfied.

The rest of my two weeks there were a real fuckfest. Jin’s eager pussy was always at my disposal, and with Howie’s encouragement I also engaged in several sessions with Myko. At one point Howie went on an overnight business trip and I had the two girls to myself. On that occasion Myko decided it was time to initiate Jin into the pleasures of ass fucking. Jin took to it like a duck to water, even though her anus was the tightest thing I had ever had around my dick. It was an incredible experience to be fucking Jin’s tiny squirming asshole while Myko crouched behind me and licked my ass and balls. Later I fucked Myko’s mouth while feasting on Jin’s unbelievably sweet pussy.

When I left, Howie said that if I wanted, he could get me a job with his company there, and I said I would certainly consider it.

N.Z., Detroit, Michigan

Julie Strain: Sex Star

If the creative geniuses in Hollywood ever decide to do a definitive big screen representation of the comic book heroine Wonder Woman, the perfect candidate to play the part would be Julie Strain. Not only does she possess the required Amazonian dimensions (six feet one of the most finely sculpted body this side of a Florentine statuary), but she is an absolute dynamo of activity. Currently enjoying her year’s reign as Penthouse Pet of the Year, Julie has numerable projects in the can and still more to come, without an end in sight to her plans or her energy.

Asking her what she’s been up to lately is a dangerous question, because there’s a long list. For Penthouse Video she has two tapes out soon: Penthouse Winners ’93 and The All Pet Workout. The former offers an uncensored look at the current queen of Penthouse frolicking in the all together. In the latter, six Pets, including Julie, present a workout that isn’t exactly meant to be used as an exercise tape. “It’s not for doing jumping jacks, it’s for jacking something else,” Julie says. In it you’ll see these exquisitely toned ladies working out topless, showering, and doing strange things to the chrome handlebars of a Stairmaster.

Furthering her claim as a B movie goddess, the video star who bewitched audiences in Witchcraft IV will soon be seen again in Unnameable II. Readers of Fangoria and Femme Fatales magazines will have seen that she gets to wear some elaborate monster makeup in this horror thriller. She’s also signed a four picture deal with Andy Sidaris, who specializes in secret agent adventures in which the agents happen to be knockouts. Julie’s first film for Sidaris is Fit to Kill, where she plays Blue Steele, a double agent/assassin who loves to kill for kicks. Her character’s name in the upcoming Enemy Gold is Jade Blade.

Julie is certainly enjoying her L.A. lifestyle. She shares a Beverly Hills apartment with two other Pets, 1992 Pet of the Year Brandy and January 1992 Pt of the Month Stevie Jean. A tingle goes up my spine when I imagine these three Beverly Hills babes in one place, so I ask Julie to describe what goes on. She’s more than accommodating when she talks about “Penthouse Pet Pajama Parties.” Are they ever all together, naked? “Oh, sure,” she says. “One of us will be taking a bath, another blow drying her hair, the third on the phone. All naked.” Thank you, Julie, for that awe inspiring mental picture.

She also enjoys the attention she’s receiving. When her Pet of the Year issue was on the newsstands, she was vacationing in Hawaii. Several lads in their teenage years knew who she was immediately, and besieged her for autographs. Then they introduced her to their parents. When asked about fan mail, Julie responds that much of it comes from women, who like that she’s beautiful yet feminine, not presenting a threat. They also admire her business acumen.

Julie is thrilled to meet celebrities. She likes to go to hockey games and points out that she has had dinner with The Great One, Wayne Gretzky. I ask if he was with his wife, Janet Jones, and Julie hurries to say that he was. Last year she appeared on Howard Stern’s radio program with comedian Pauly Shore. Needless to say, the highly libidinous Stern paid much more attention to Julie.

Somehow I am compelled to ask the question, “What were you like in high school?”

Julie immediately answers, “I was a tall, skinny geek with short hair.” Thinking of the lovely mane of hair that hangs to the small of her back, it’s hard to imagine. She was the star of her high school basketball team, and set the school record in the long jump. Did she have a boyfriend in those days? “Not until my senior year, and then I stayed with him for five years. He was a bodybuilder. I used to be into bodybuilders. Now I like a guy smaller than me so I can throw him around,” she jokes. Maybe she’s joking.

Proudly and only somewhat facetiously declaring herself a “cult screen, B movie goddess,” Julie has let it be known that she will settle for nothing less than acknowledgement as the sex symbol of the nineties. “I’m the hottest thing walking the face of the earth,” she states definitively. As for her competition, I offer the name Sharon stone. “Stand me next to her,” Julie says. “I’ll take on any challenge.” As someone who has stood next to her and looked up into her tantalizing brown eyes, I have no doubt she’ll take on all comers.