THE HAPPY HOOKER COMES HOME

DIVING LESSONS

Older women and younger men I never thought it would happen to me, but it has! How lucky can a lonely gal get?

My story begins one year ago when I was moving into a new apartment after my divorce. I was carrying in some boxes when an attractive blond kid came over and offered his assis tance. He told me that his name was Danny and that he lived in the adjoining building with his parents. I did need some help, so I accepted his offer and Danny helped me get my new apartment in order.

One evening a few days later it suddenly dawned on me that I hadn’t had a good fuck in over three weeks. Since my divorce, I hadn’t been out with any men. What to do? I had a few drinks and decided to go for a swim to try to cool off. I put on a white string bikini and headed for the pool.

It was already quite late and the pool lights had been turned down. As I stepped into the cool water, I heard someone behind me. It was Danny. He was wearing a pair of low cut swim trunks and had quite a bulge in front. He explained that his parents were away for the evening and that he’d decided to join me for a swim.

We sat on the steps of the pool and talked. I noticed that every time I moved my leg in the water Danny’s eyes would check out my crotch. Also whenever we touched, his skin felt so smooth and warm that I was beginning to turn on to this teenage boy.

I was now feeling quite high from the booze. When Danny continued to glance at my crotch, I thought, “What the hell?” I spread my legs and slid down so that my string bikini was snugly taut in my slit and Danny could clearly see the outer portion of my pussy. I looked down and noticed that his cock was straining against his trunks. This aroused me and I knew then that I had to fuck this kid. I began making my plans.

I told Danny that it was getting a little chilly and invited him to my apartment. I stood up and my outer cunt lips were visible and no more than six inches from his face. I gave him plenty of time to take a good look, then we went back to my apartment. I put on some records and changed into the sheerest, most transparent robe I had. It nicely revealed my large pink nipples and the dark patch of my pubic hair.

Danny could hardly speak when he saw me. “Why don’t you take off your trunks and wrap yourself in this towel?” I asked. “You’ll be more comfortable that way.” When Danny returned with the towel around him, I motioned for him to sit next to me.

I asked Danny about the girls he’d dated and he told me that he’d never fucked a girl just some heavy petting and a hand job here and there. He also told me that he’d never really gotten a good look at a cunt. When he said that, I shifted my legs so that my robe parted and my throbbing, moist pussy was half exposed.

Danny couldn’t take his eyes of my soft mound. He had quite an erection, too, and it was obvious by his heavy breathing that he was a hot little number. Then I made my move.

I leaned over, tongue kissed him long and deep and asked if he’d like a good look at my snatch. He stammered yes and I placed his hands on my ample breasts and let my robe fall off my shoulder down to my waist. Danny looked at my tits, carefully touched them and slowly began to kiss and suck on them. I stood up and my robe fell to my feet. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. I looked down and could tell that his dancing cock was stiff as a rod under the towel, It looked enormous. When I sat back down on the sofa and started rubbing my hot cunt, Danny asked if he could touch me there. My pussy was already dripping when he stuck his fingers into my open slit and started to finger fuck my hungry hole. Soon we were both moaning and groaning with pleasure.

Next I reached over and pulled his towel down to expose his beautiful virgin penis. The head of his cock was so fat and round that I could hardly wait to feel it inside me. I gently stroked the entire length of his erect shaft. Danny then asked if he could get a better look at my sweet pussy. I positioned him on the floor in front of me with his head between my spread thighs. I slid down and spread open my cunt lips and he examined me thoroughly with his hands. I then told him to kiss my luscious cunt. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly began to kiss and nibble at my swollen pussy. I placed my hands on both sides of his head and guided his wet face up and down the entire length of my slit. As I furiously pumped my hot cunt into his face, his darting tongue suddenly penetrated fully into my love hole and I came immediately. Much to my surprise, so did Danny!

After regaining my composure, I told Danny to stand in front of me and I licked the last drops of delicious juice from his now semi hard cock. He was soon erect gain and ready for his first fuck. First, I told him to caress and kiss my breasts. Then I spread my inner lips over his member and teased him by taking only the head of his penis into my vagina. And then I released it! Danny begged me to put it in again, so I placed his hands on my waist and we both watched as his stiff cock slowly disappeared into my pulsating pussy.

Danny began moaning and pumping wildly. I told him to settle down and relax, that I’d do all the work. I raised up and took about half of his cock in me. I rocked with very short strokes, so that we could watch his slippery penis go in and out of my cunt. This proved to be quite a turn on for both of us. After a few minutes of this, Danny yelled that he was going to come. It was now time for me to take all of his young meat inside me. I rode him with long, hard thrusting motions, taking in every inch of that virgin cock. We each had a wonderful orgasm and I collapsed on Danny’s smooth, tanned chest. He held me tight and then rolled me over onto my back. He began kissing and licking my breasts and stomach and surprised me by lifting my legs and working his way down to my come drenched pussy. Before long he had licked and lapped and sucked me dry.

Danny and I have had several very satisfying fuck sessions during the past year and, needless to say, Danny has become quite a little stud around the pool.

Xaviera, I’ve never felt guilty about seducing Danny that summer evening a year ago. I feel that I’ve helped a young man to know and enjoy his sexuality at his peak. Also, I’ve provided him with a degree of sexual pleasure and erotic fulfillment that he might never have experienced with a younger woman. I’d welcome your comments on this matter AS.

Not only have you helped a young man, but you’ve also helped yourself to an eager, sex starved stud. Nothing wrong with that in my eyes. How many first experiences in bed are as good as the one you’ve described in your letter? We teach our young people everything except how to screw. It’s always been the men who have gone after the virgin girls. Although I dislike the predatory aspect of deflowering as many virgins as one can, there’s nothing wrong with an older, loving person showing a novice a few tricks regarding getting laid.

The part of your story I like most is your display of compassion when Danny first came prematurely. A younger girl might have become upset, feeling that her own orgasm had been denied. You, however, had the patience to give the boy a second chance. And as you discovered, it was the chance of a lifetime at least, until you find your next teenager.

THE WRONG STUFF

Lets forget all the bullshit and get right down to the truth: My husband of one year and I have been practicing oral sex for over ten years. Now that we are married, we are experimenting with some more conventional ways of fucking. We have tried many positions, but no matter what we try, the same thing always happens. We have a lot of X rated films and a shelf of books that guarantee to add that extra bonus to one’s sex life. I have even tried making the entire weekend one big seduction scene, but I always get the same result.

What result? I’ll tell you. My husband has never been with another woman. He started dating me when I was fifteen and I taught him everything he knows about sex. Don’t get me wrong. He is a very good student, but there are some things a girl can never teach a man. He has no idea what foreplay is and he cannot prolong the sex act past eight or ten thrusts. I’m always left high and dry. I have tried telling him to slow down, but when he does he goes limp inside of me, I have even tried getting myself real hot before I seduce him, but it is not the same as having a man get you so hot that you can’t stand it. My husband loves sex, but I am beginning to have a “Why bother?” attitude. He can make me come orally, but I’m getting absolutely nothing in return when we fuck.

My question is this: Is having a wonderful sexual climax just another letdown like the Santa Claus lie we all grew up with? Just what should a woman feel during sex? I am sure there are many other young wives who ask themselves the same question. We hold on to our virginity like our mothers told us, but for what? A big let down!

Sometimes I wonder if sex would be better with another man, someone who has really been around and knows what he is doing. Unfortunately, my husband is really straight and would be totally crushed if I ever fooled around. We have talked this problem over and he thinks I should tell a doctor that I don’t feel anything during intercourse. But wouldn’t the doctor just think I was putting the make on him? M.E.

You are a prime example of the argument that people should have pre marital sex. Maybe if you had screwed around a bit before marriage, you wouldn’t be so hot to trot. Your problem seems to be that you consider your husband purely as a sex object. What does your relationship with him mean to you? Think about it and perhaps you’ll revise your present opinion of him. Regarding sex play in bed, most men see foreplay as a kind of duty. In our orgasm conscious society, a woman needs foreplay in order to achieve her climax sooner and better. I have often asked men whether they really enjoyed performing foreplay or was it something they felt they had to do. Some didn’t even like the whole idea of it.

Obviously foreplay consists of a lot more than just physical stimulation. There is the entire phase of creating the right atmosphere: a good dinner, no kids around, no phones ringing, a bit of wine, touching, dancing, caressing, undressing each other, perhaps even doing a slow striptease (both men and women ought to do this now and then).

The average man who has little trouble getting an erection might find all these actions very boring and time consuming he thinks of them as unnecessary preliminaries. Only the romantics among men will appreciate them. Many men, unfortunately, see a woman merely as a means to their own orgasms in other words, as a useful trash can for emptying their seedy sperm.

The same is true of some women. Think about it: Are you using your husband simply as a means for achiev ing an orgasm?

You and your husband seem to be driving without a driver’s license. You both lack technique, knowledge, sensitivity and perhaps love. Now, the clitoral orgasm by means of oral sex works with practically every woman. After you’ve had your first clitoral orgasm via his tongue, have him insert his erect penis immediately. Once his hard cock is inside your juicy cunt, it is up to you to wriggle your body around in such a manner that his penis not only penetrates your vagina but also rubs against your clitoris. To achieve this, the preferred position is for the woman to be on top.

No, my dear, the female orgasm is not a Santa Claus myth. Some women compare orgasm to a heartbeat in the vagina, while others say it is a less intense version of childbirth. In extreme cases some women lose consciousness. A few strongly sexed women, anally orientated, even feel several regular contractions in their anus during an orgasm sometimes.

I would take your husband’s advice and see a gynecologist. In fact, why don’t you both make a pact and consult your physician? Obviously your spouse needs to control his orgasms and perhaps there is something wrong with your vagina like a hooded clitoris. Good luck!

THREE WAY DANCING

I’m a nineteen year old coed at a Florida university. During my winter break I took a job as a bottomless dancer in a high class club that is located in southern Florida.

One night I was dancing on a table for a young lawyer type gentleman. I was only wearing black patent leather high heels. His eyes were glued to my snatch as I was grinding to the music. After dancing eleven consecutive songs for him, he reached up and slipped a fifty dollar bill into my cunt. I leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek and couldn’t help noticing that his crotch was wet with come. As he thanked me, he said that he’d arranged for all my drinks to go on his tab. Yes we dancers had to pay for our own drinks. A high class club, but cheap.

Usually I drank only two or three shots of bourbon a night. However, I took advantage of the gentleman’s free drinks and by eleven thirty that night I was having trouble keeping my balance. Somehow I managed to keep going until two in the morning, when then club closed. By then I felt a little better. I’d only been working at the club for two weeks but got to know the other girls, the managers and the owner quite well. One of the managers told me that the owner, Jeff, had the hots for me. I was kind of hoping he’d put a move on me, since he was very handsome and sexy. I was also attracted to Melissa another girl who worked at the club. She was the best dancer there and made twice as much money in tips as the other girls. She had long brown hair and a perfectly proportioned young body. There were rumors that Melissa and Jeff screwed all the time and I often fantasized about going to bed with the two of them.

After work that night, I overheard Jeff and Melissa talking about going out to breakfast. I took my time getting dressed. Jeff and Melissa were sitting at the bar after everyone else left. Still high as a kite, I walked over to them and invited myself along for breakfast. They both laughed and Jeff said, “who do you think we’ve been waiting for?”

In his classy Continental, Jeff drove us to the restaurant or so I thought. Instead, he took us to a hotel. The next thing I knew, I was back in my “Dancing attire” minus the high heels. Soon we were all nude on the huge bed. Melissa began licking Jeff’s thighs and balls and Jeff gently guided my head to his crotch. Together Melissa and I sucked and licked his cock. Then Jeff pulled me up so that I straddled his face and he began sucking and tonguing my pussy. I knew I wouldn’t come, because I had never been able to before, but I did become incredibly excited.

Then I felt Melissa’s hot breath and light kisses on my neck and back. I turned my head to caress her tongue with mine. We slid over to lie down beside Jeff, all the while sucking each other’s mouth, ears and neck. Jeff sat up and moved behind us. He rolled me over so that I was on top, face to face with Melissa. He kissed and licked my ass and thighs while I kissed Melissa’s soft, warm and sensuous mouth. Then I felt the most indescribable sensations I’d ever experienced in one swift movement Jeff was lying on top of my back, ramming his hot dick in and out of my cunt. I screamed in excitement and pleasure. For a long time Melissa and I Frenched as Jeff pumped my hot, wet pussy vigorously and deeply.

I thought Melissa might be getting uncomfortable under Jeff and me, so I slid up onto my knees and Melissa eagerly began to tongue my dripping, hot pussy. Without missing a stroke, Jeff slipped right into her box. As he began fucking her, she got more and more carried away. Her tongue was now thrusting in and out of me like a cock. I was shaking with excitement. All of a sudden I felt my pelvis thrusting and humping uncontrollably. Spasms of electricity shot up from my calves to my mouth and I moaned and gasped in ecstasy. This was my first orgasm ever and it was the most tremendous feeling in the world. This night was also the first time I’d ever made love with another woman.

A little later Melissa came as I sucked her breasts while Jeff performed cunnilingus on her. He came twice once in the deep wetness of my cunt and once all over Melissa’s tits.

We knew we couldn’t stay all night. After a quick shower together, Jeff drove us both home.

Xaviera, I enjoyed this experience so much that I’ve been desiring another woman ever since. I’ve taken a straight job for the summer and I sleep with my fianc every night. I’ve talked to him about my experience and my desires and he says he’d love to try a threesome. But how do I find another partner? How can I begin to seduce a woman? I don’t know any bisexual women. Do you think it would be better for my boyfriend to pick up a girl and bring her home for the two of us? What about picking up a lesbian at a gay bar? R.R.

Working in a bar as a nude dancer should have given you plenty of opportunity to check out the feelings of your sexy co workers. Generally, if a girl is into a threesome with one man and another woman, she’s also into at least a degree of lesbian sex play. How could she not be? After all, with lust three of you in bed together, you’re all going to have to touch and caress each other at least occasionally.

I’d suggest you not try the gay bars. Those women generally would not be interested in making it with your boyfriend, not even in a three way with you.

Why don’t you and your boyfriend just go out together to cruise around? The shy kind of woman you are not, my dear go ahead and hunt!

THE MAGIC BUS

Several months ago in Forum, you asked your readers to write to you about their sexual experiences while they traveled in Europe. Well, it’s taken me all this time to finally write to you about my own illicit sex experience.

Last summer my husband and I went to Europe as sponsors for a group of high school students. Altogether there were around three hundred young Americans involved in this tour. However, our group of students numbered around twenty, so keeping an eye on our group kept us busy most of the time. As you know, such tours travel by bus from place to place. We traveled on one particular bus for the entire four week Continental tour.

Being on the same bus every day, we all got to know and like our bus driver. He was really good looking and exceptionally well built. I wouldn’t call myself a “knockout,” but I m attractive and have an above average body. I should point out here that although my husband and I are happy together, our sex life is not very exciting or active.

Anyway, our driver was German. I speak some German and he spoke some English enough that we could converse, using our hands for sign language. From the very beginning of our tour, I felt that the driver was watching me a lot and eventually he began to flirt. He knew I was on the trip with my husband, but I don’t think that mattered to either of us. There were a few times when he and I were somewhat alone (as alone as you can possibly be with three hundred students around) and were able to “talk.” First, we talked about ourselves generally and then we moved on to more personal areas. I think we both knew from the beginning that we wanted each other, though there didn’t seem to be any opportunities to make love together. But whenever he had a chance to touch me, he would. Every time he touched me, I got very turned on. There were times when I knew he was staring at me and I’d touch my tits or crotch to arouse him. Sometimes the bulge in his pants got so huge I was afraid he might come right on the spot. It was the most intense flirtation I’ve ever had. But as the trip progressed, I was afraid we’d never get a chance to be together and fulfill our desires.

Finally our chance came. One evening when we were in Paris, I stayed behind at the hotel with a sick girl while my husband took the rest of our group out to dinner. By mid evening the girl was feeling much better, so I left her to go to my own room. I decided to stop in at the hotel bar first and noticed the driver sitting by himself. I went over and sat down beside him and we had a couple of drinks together.

During our conversation he learned that my husband was gone for the evening, but no mention was made of our getting together. I finally excused myself to go to my room, thinking, “So much for that. It would have been nice.” By the time I got to my room, however, I was so horny that I decided to take matters into my own hands. I went to my friend’s room, hoping he’d be here. Evidently he was expecting me at his door with a drink for each of us. He said he had suspected I might come to him and would have been disappointed if I hadn’t.

He undressed me slowly and then for a long time we simply stood, embracing each other. Eventually we began to explore each other’s body with our hands and then our tongues. (We didn’t speak at all until after we had both climaxed.) Then he led me to the bed and gave me the best tonguing I’ve ever had. He was an expert at oral sex. Then it was my turn to eat him: Several men have told me that I give great head, but I’ve never seen anyone so appreciative of my skills as my German friend was. Actually it was a little difficult for me because he must have been nine and a half inches long, but somehow I managed to swallow his whole dick, deep throat style, while he ate out my pussy. After that we tried several different positions. It all felt so good and seemed so natural with him. It was like we had been together dozens of times before and knew exactly what pleased each other. We each came five times that night.

We were not able to fuck again during the rest of the trip, although we continued to flirt unmercifully. I was sad not only to leave Europe but also to leave my friend.

I’ll never forget my German friend. He was the best part of the tour!

C.D.

Sex on the road you won’t find me running it down. How glad I am to hear that other people like to travel in style, too. You see in the past year I’ve had oral sex in an airplane, sucked off the captain of a Grecian yacht and his first mate, and made love to an Israeli tour guide in the back of his bus. As you can see, I get around!

THE HAPPY HOOKER COMES HOME

ORGANIST’S FEET HEAT UP HIS ORGAN

I’m a twenty year old male with a secret fetish. You see, I get very turned on by a young lady playing the pedal board of an organ in her stockinged or bare feet. She must, however, have shapely, sexy looking feet, with long, slender toes. I love to go to different churches regularly, sit up front in the first pew next to the organ and watch some female organist’s feet push those pedals.

Well, this one night a college choir was to sing at a nearby church. Of course, I was there in the first row, next to the large pipe organ. I hadn’t been sitting there long when a gorgeous blonde came up to the organ, sat on the bench and kicked off her clog shoes. I want to tell you, Xaviera, they were the prettiest pair of shapely female feet I’d ever seen. As she started sliding about the pedals in her stockinged feet, I came in my jeans. I knew I had to get to know her better.

After the church service I asked her for a date, and now two months later we have a great relationship going. Many times I’ll go with her to the church when she wants to practice on the organ. I usually lie on the floor next to the pedal board, so I can be as close to her feet as possible. She just doesn’t realize what she does to me when she plays the pedals in her stockinged feet. I go crazy inside.

My problem is that I’m afraid to tell her that her feet turn me on so much. I’m afraid she’ll think me odd and leave me KB.

I’ve been told that a beautiful young organist who frequently played at the Victoria Hall in Geneva used to wear haute couture sheath tight dresses, which she would unzip before using the pedals. What’s more, she’d perform this operation with her back to the audience.

Your fetish certainly is innocent enough. I think you can tell her the truth.

JAILBIRD’S WIFE STOLE HIS GIRL

Two months before I was thrown into prison, I was going out with this girl, Denise. She’s eighteen, and I’m twenty two. I’m also married, and I have two children.

Well, prior to meeting Denise, my wife, Jackie, and I had broken up. Why? Because she caught me in the sack with another woman, of course. Since our separation, I’ve tried eating up every pretty thing with a snatch between her legs. And, if I must say so myself, I’ve always had my mouth full. And then I met Denise. She turned out be everything I had ever looked for in a woman.

Denise was very close to being a virgin when I met her, but it turned out that there wasn’t anything that she wouldn’t try or wouldn’t do. Even though it took me three weeks to get into her little fuzz ball, once I got in there, it was hours before we wanted to stop moving.

Before I met Denise, I was one of those wham bam thank you ma ‘am men.

I was even like this with my wife you know, the kind of man who cares only about getting his own rocks off. Not with Denise. There was something special about her that I just couldn’t understand. But, believe me, I wasn’t complaining.

Well, there was this particularly cold day in November. Denise and I were at my apartment, and we were trying to make the day warmer with the heat from our lovemaking. It might not have made it any warmer outside, but we were sure working up a sweat between the sheets. We went at if for what seemed like all afternoon. Exhausted as hell, we finally curled up and slept for a while.

We were sleeping in one big ball when I felt someone tapping on my shoulder. I turned over and opened my eyes to a waking nightmare. It was Jackie, my fucking wife! I didn’t know what to do. Even though we were separated, we weren’t actually divorced. And, before leaving me, Jackie had said that if she ever caught me in bed with another girl she’d get me somehow. Upon seeing her, I let out a scream that awakened Denise. She was frightened as hell, of course, and asked me who this strange woman was. You see, I had never told her that I was a married man.

I introduced Jackie to Denise as my wife, and I know Denise was really pissed off. Jackie then called her girlfriend into the room, and in walked a tasty lady. She had the biggest tits that I’ve ever seen, and the ass to go with them.

My wife and her friend started whispering about something, and meanwhile Denise lay back in the bed, eyeing them first with suspicion and then curiosity. Soon Jackie and her friend began removing their clothes, and the next thing I knew they were under the covers, making love to Denise. I had crept out of the bed and stood by watching in disbelief as my wife covered Denise’s face with her pussy, and her friend started to suck her tits.

All of this really got me going, because I’ve always had a fantasy of seeing girls make love together. In no time at all Denise started to get off on this little game of Jackie’s. She began to eat my wife’s pussy, and I could see that Jackie really enjoyed that. My wife’s friend meanwhile had her ass poking up in the air while she was working on Denise’s little fuzz ball. I moved up behind her and put it to her. Apparently it hit the spot, because she started humping those hips and begging for more and more. She was so hot that she went down on Denise’s snatch and sucked and licked it all until I could literally hear the juices flowing.

We all went on and on like this. When we finally stopped to rest, I asked my wife what the hell her plan was. She looked back at me with this shit eating grin and said, “To pay you back, you motherfucker.”

Not long after this happened, I was thrown in jail for stealing a car, and I still haven’t gotten out.

Nowadays I get about two letters a week from Jackie and Denise, but each time it’s just one letter, with both of their signatures on it. In these letters they always talk about the love they made the night before. They go into every small detail, and I get a real case of stoneware cock when I read them. They’ve mentioned in their letters that they are living together and that they never think a night is complete without sex.

But this is what it boils down to: My wife stole my girlfriend from me. Since they really seem to love each other, I’m left out in the cold. What can I do? J.T.

Not much. Frankly, if I were you, I’d forget about these two women. If they really are in love, then there’s not much place in their relationship for a straight man like you. Obviously they’re writing these letters just to torment you. Yet I somehow doubt if their affair is for real. True lovers tend not to disclose their deepest feelings for each other to a third person.

The sooner you stop reading their letters, the better off you’ll be. And next around, don’t hide the fact that you’re married. Or, even better yet, get a divorce.

GROOM LEFT HIS LIBIDO AT THE ALTAR

I’m a newlywed, and I love my husband very much. But he can’t seem to function without his father. All of our finances, decision making, decorating and so forth have been dominated or handled by Ted’s father. I finally realized what was going on, and now it’s even affected our sex life.

I finally told Ted how I felt. He replied that I should leave him alone and leave his father out of it. What ever his father says or does goes. Consequently, Ted and I have been arguing a lot lately, which has destroyed our sex life altogether. Even when we forgive and forget, Ted does what he has to do in bed, and in ten minutes it’s all over. No foreplay, no experimentation, no sensitivity. But I need the attention, and I need to know that my husband wants me.

Even when we were dating, Ted was very evasive about sex. I thought he was shy, or maybe even embarrassed about something, so I never brought it up sex, that is. During the year that we dated before getting married, we actually had sex only about three times. Ted doesn’t even French kiss. Now, after six months of married life, Ted still hasn’t loosened up. Not once has he gone down on me. When I ask him to eat me out, he tells me I’m sick. When I try to give him a blowjob, he pushes me away and tells me how disgusting I am for doing something like that.

It’s been four months now since we had any sex at all, and I’m getting pretty damn horny. I still love him and do not want to start screwing around, but I do have needs and desires, as any healthy twenty seven year old woman has. Should I start masturbating and ignore his frigidity?

I’ve tried talking to him and have cried over the situation. I’ve even tried threatening him. But nothing works. He tells me I’m a nymphomaniac. To this day he always leaves the room when I undress you could almost say that Ted has never seen me naked in broad daylight. He refuses to undress in front of me, and sleeps with underwear or pajamas on.

Please help me. I do love him, and he is in other respects a very good husband. I do want my marriage to work. B.D.

If you really want my honest opinion, I think perhaps your husband doesn’t really like women at least, not as sexual mates. I realize that there’s more to a good relationship than sex, but it is rather important. If it makes you feel any better, statistics show that the major problem among newlyweds is sex. Most of these people work their problems out sooner or later. Of course, if you look at the divorce rate, you begin to wonder if most of them don’t.

But your Ted is a real case. It’s absolutely ridiculous for a husband not to undress in front of his wife. Your husband is right out of the Victorian era, when people considered sex to be dirty, a stealthy act to be performed in the dark with clothes on.

Also, as long as your father in law is around, I don’t give your marriage a chance to survive. Maybe you should both see a marriage counselor. Then, at least, your husband might realize that you’re just being normal.

If the marriage counselor idea is vetoed, I really think you have no alternative but divorce. Unless, of course, you like not having sex with the man you’re married to. The choice is yours. Good luck!

FRENCH ENCOUNTER SPOILS HIM FOR OTHER GIRLS

I’ve had a problem with my sex life for about two months now. Maybe you can help, Xaviera.

I’m an eighteen year old guy who lives at home. Recently, my parents and I traveled to France for a vacation. We were staying in a plush motel right across from a public beach. The women walking around the motel were fantastic full breasted and tight assed. Unfortunately, there was a high wall that I couldn’t see over, separating me from the beach and those bikinis.

One day my parents went off on a shopping trip. As soon as they were gone, I got the idea to go to the beach and gaze at that ass. Little did I know what was in store for me.

I put on my bathing suit and crossed the street to the gate of the beach wall. When I strolled inside, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing: men and women swimming and walking around completely nude. I almost flipped. I walked to the middle of the beach and stared at those men and women as they kissed and even screwed in the sand. I felt embarrassed, for I was the only one with a swimsuit on. Hesitantly I spread out my towel and lay down on my stomach, constantly shooting glances at the naked women dancing around me. I was dying, and felt like jack hammering to China through the towel.

After about ten minutes of ogling around, I heard a female voice, definitely American, say, “Hi, there!” I turned around, and my eyes fell upon the most beautiful naked woman I’d ever seen, which hadn’t been too many until then. Her breasts were large, but very firm and upright. Like her ass and the rest of her suntanned body, they were brown as berries, and as big as gourds. Her whole body was very shapely, and her brunette cunt hair looked wonderfully soft and inviting.

She asked me my name, casually brushing a few grains of sand from her pussy hair, and from there on I knew what was in store. She sat down beside me and we talked for a while, but all I could do was stare at those beautiful tits. She noticed this and said at last, “Why don’t you take off your suit? You’re the only one with one on. It’ll make you feel great to run around naked.”

I nervously peeled off my suit, revealing my super hard cock. She looked at it and said, “Let’s ball, like everybody else here.” She then took my hands and placed them on her boobs. I began to caress them, fingering the nipples and cradling the sun warmed undersides of her jugs. Her mouth went for my cock and she began licking it, bobbing it around in the air with her long tongue. When she began sucking my balls, I shot my boiling wad. She quickly licked up all my sperm.

She immediately asked me to lick and suck her nipples. They were very hard, and I thoroughly enjoyed loving them with my mouth. Then she took one of my hands and placed it on her drenched pussy. I fingered her hole, and she moaned with delight. Finally, she pushed me down, mounted me and guided my still throbbing organ into her pussy. She was very tight, and as I came, she also shuddered with a violent orgasm.

After resting awhile on the beach, the two of us ended up going to her apartment for another fuck session.

My problem is this: I haven’t fucked a woman since then, months ago, and every time I think about the sex I had in France, I almost go insane. How can I solve my horniness? Should I go to a whorehouse? Would masturbation help? Can you advise me on some good jerking off techniques? Please help! N.G.

Your problem is basically one of locating a horny girl. You were very fortunate that the girl on the nudist beach literally threw herself into your lap. Unfortunately, such pickings are usually not quite so easy for a boy of your age. The problems to overcome are many: (1) Where do you meet girls? (2) What do you say when you meet a nice girl? (3) How do you convince her to make love with you? (4) Where do you go to be alone, if you’re both living with your families?

Since you are still living at home, I presume there will be many fuckless nights for you. But, as they say, time heals all wombs.

There are different ways for a guy to masturbate. For instance, if you’re lying on some blankets or pillows, your hard penis can make a nice little make believe hole in whatever lies underneath you. You can just rub back and forth on your stomach until you’ve reached an orgasm. If you prefer your hands, try using some lotions to ease the friction. It helps.

No, you won’t go blind from beating off too much. However, many young men become so adept at using their hands that they have difficulty coming when they finally find the real thing, a woman’s pussy. They’re so used to their own tight and tense grip that a woman’s vagina just isn’t tight enough to get them off. (This is analogous to the case of the woman who gets hooked on her vibrator and eventually cannot climax with her lover)

I suggest you take it easy, look around, make a pass at yourself every now and then (via your right hand) and land a girl whenever the occasion arises which it will with increasing regularity.

YOUNG COUPLE COMING UNCOUPLED

My wife and I are both twenty and we have been married for about two years. Frankly, I’ve been very bored with our sex life for a long time. We have talked about this a lot. Sometimes the sex works for a few days, but most of the time our lovemaking is just plain lousy.

One of our biggest problems is that I love oral sex and she doesn’t. She is turned off by it, even my doing her, but especially about giving me a blowjob. Also she doesn’t like to screw in any position other than the missionary position. Well, after two years, it gets rather boring.

I’ve played around a few times with other women and I’ve loved it. These women really got off on oral sex, and that I liked. If I’m eating a woman out and she doesn’t show much emotion, I feel like, “What the hell am I doing?” Which is now the case with my wife. We have sex only about twice a month. I went with her in high school, and we did everything for four years. She would always blow me when I wanted it, too.

You could say I have an obsession with oral sex. Whenever my wife and I ball, she doesn’t climax until after I do and sometimes it’s too late because I’ve gone soft. I will have to admit that I’m premature on orgasms. I have asked her to help me to last longer, but she says I last long enough. Do you think two minutes is long enough? I don’t, and most of the other girls I’ve screwed don’t think so, either. Xaviera, please give us some suggestions. P.L.

This seems to be a classic example of two people both lacking sexual experience. Jealousy like your wife’s is typical in these cases and is only a reflection of feelings of inadequacy. However, the problems aren’t such that they can’t be sorted out with the help of self education and a bit of patience. Your wife seems very repressed sexually. Perhaps you can help her by providing some guidance with sex guides and magazines. If this fails, you might both try seeing a marriage counselor.

Your problem with premature ejaculation could stem from a number of areas. First, you are still young, and many men of your age climax too quickly. Also, it is more difficult for a man to control himself if he and his partner remain in the same position throughout intercourse. Generally speaking, the missionary position brings men off the quickest. One guy I knew had problems with premature ejaculation, but after a few sessions in bed with him, I found that he could not achieve an orgasm when he was lying on his back. So every time he was about to come, he’d just roll over on his back, and we’d screw as I sat on his cock. Many men simply change position when they are about to come, and this works in preventing their orgasm until they’re ready to come. I’d say your problem is, similarly, one of position.

VIRGINAL GUY SICK OF HIS INNOCENCE

I am a twenty six year old virgin male, and I have no female friends who can take away my “innocence.” I need advice on how to pick up girls. Let me explain briefly why I’m in this sad predicament.

I went to a conservative, all male college. After that, I taught in an all male high school. So I’ve had very few opportunities to meet members of the opposite sex. I’ve also been plagued by shyness when it comes to women. Fortunately, I now teach in a school where there is an even distribution of men and women in the faculty, and day to day contact with these women is helping to boost my confidence. Nevertheless, these women are either married or engaged.

I hunger for intimate contact with women. I’ve never even masturbated.

The only time I ever had an orgasm, other than the usual wet dreams, was a complete accident, My high school had just held its annual Christmas dance, and I attended as a chaperon. At the end of the dance, one of my students asked me to drive her home. I could tell she was upset about some thing, and by the time I got her home I had managed to get it out of her. She was having boyfriend troubles, and while we were parked in her driveway, she fairly spilled her heart out to me.

I put my arm around her shoulders to comfort her. She rested her head on my shoulder as she continued talking, but her closeness was too much for me. Her perfume, her beauty, the sensation of her breasts against my chest it all began to interact madly in my brain. Thankfully, in the semi darkness, she was not aware that I was having an orgasm.

To a certain extent I have over come my shyness with women, but I’m at a complete loss on how to screw. Can you advise me on how to get myself into circulation? J.B.

Begin by making a pass at yourself. Take your erection in hand and start rubbing it. If you have problems, add some Vaseline. Don’t become an addict to masturbation. Just get the feel of your own cock, and imagine what pleasure it could give to some woman.

Virgins, male or female, are a pretty rare breed these days. I’m sure almost any woman would be dying to teach you the ropes. After all, men have always gotten off on virgin fantasies. Women are the same way it just took a lot of us longer to catch on (and hold on).

If you ever do manage to get a lady into your bedroom, it is indeed better for you to be bashful than to try coming on like the biggest Don Juan. Let her show you the way. And if you are both virgins, you will just have to learn together. Everybody does, you know.

SEDUCING THE BOY NEXT DOOR

Four years ago, when my wife, Rita was thirty one, she went to bed with an eighteen year old high school student in our neighborhood. After a sub sequent relationship of about two months, they were discovered by the boy’s mother. This ended their affair for sure.

I am ten years older than Rita. My first reaction, when I learned about her activities, was anger, jealousy and a feeling of inadequacy. Then, quite quickly, these negative feelings gave way to a strange kind of joy about the thrill of sharing my wife with another man. I practically begged her for details. As soon as we got into bed. I’d try to combine our lovemaking with the increasing excitement of knowing that she had turned on, and been turned on, by a young man. Was the boy a good lay? Did he have a big cock? Had she taught him my techniques of foreplay? Had he eaten her pussy? Had she sucked his cock?

Rita was not guilt ridden about robbing the cradle, but, rather, was quite pleased with herself for having seduced a good looking boy. She answered my questions, but did not elaborate. I wanted more than yes and no, but she began to clam up. She wanted no part of a regular inquisition, and I had to cool it.

And so our love life resumed its silent routine. Rita tolerated me, never rejected me, but wouldn’t let me share her other life.

Very recently, I found some letters which revealed another of my wife’s relationships. My attitude now is only that I want to be included in some way. Remembering the fiasco of four years ago, I’m reluctant to broach the subject, and I know that I don’t want to go through again what took place back then.

How can I get her to deal me in? I don’t want to join them. I only want to enjoy reports of her experiences and to know when they are together (preferably in advance of their planned meeting).

I think it would be very exciting for me to know precisely the moment they are fucking. Even as a pure fantasy, this idea does wonders for my masturbation sessions. If I could bring reality into the dream, it would sweeten it a whole lot. Of course, I’d love to watch, but I know this is out of the question.

Xaviera, I know you’re a total woman and wise enough to conclude that I blew it four years ago with my confessional routine. I also think you’re creative enough to give me some sound advice on how to proceed now. Please. L. S.

Obviously, your wife prefers her secret affairs in private. Quite frankly, I don’t blame her. But if you must satiate your curiosity, why don’t you tell her you’ll be going out of town on a business trip for a few days? Then come back into the house unannounced, when she’s screwing with one of her young studs. Be discreet, and maybe even hide in a closet, where you won’t be found. That should certainly give you something memorable to masturbate about for a few days.

As to schoolboys, I must tell you an anecdote about a recent experience of mine with an eighteen year old. A young man from my old high school in Amsterdam called me, requesting an interview. Over the phone he had an innocent voice, and this turned me on tremendously.

I agreed to the interview, and within the next week I must have masturbated at the thought of it at least four times. How would I seduce this schoolboy?

Luckily, the kid was handsome, but he was extremely shy. He must have dropped his notebook at least four times during our one hour conversation. Of course, each time he dropped it I managed to move a bit closer to him. Eventually, I nonchalantly leaned over his shoulder to have a look at what questions he was going to ask me. At this moment it so happened that my dress slipped open and revealed my suntanned breasts. (I had just gotten back from a sunny vacation in Greece.) The boy couldn’t help looking at my chest in school boyish admiration.

Well, I slowly pushed my breasts against his arms and brushed them up and down. He grew a tremendous erection. Again, he dropped his note pad. This gave me the opportunity to let my dress fly accidentally up around my head. Since I wasn’t wearing any panties or bra, we were soon entangled in a wild embrace together on the floor of my house.

We kissed and hugged, and I slowly stripped his clothes off. He stood there with his erect penis, covering it with his hand. He was Jewish, circumcised and clean as a whistle. His first orgasm, as you might guess, didn’t end up in my mouth or in my vagina but somewhere on a pillow. He was so nervous that he couldn’t hold himself back any longer when I started kissing his back and massaging his buttocks.

Then I took him outside into my garden. Though the trees were already in full bloom, I knew that some of my neighbors could still catch a glimpse of what was going on beneath the branches. The thought of this, of course, turned me on even more. And so, there on the grass, this schoolboy finally lost his virginity as he shot his first load into my hot and eager vagina. We spent an hour in the garden, and three orgasms later he finally got dressed and left on his bicycle.

Now, let’s see your wife top that!

THE HAPPY HOOKER COMES HOME

XAVIERA TELLS WOULD BE WHORE WHERE TO GO

I was working as a secretary when I fell in love and married a banking executive. He was forty eight and I was twenty five our sex life was ecstatic. We did just about everything together: all the positions, sex toys and so on. Suddenly, fourteen months later, my world ended. My husband was involved in an auto accident that left him a paraplegic.

Unfortunately, he belongs to a very orthodox Catholic family. There is no way to obtain a divorce, and my husband has become intensely suspicious of my erotic disposition. There is an unmarried sister of his who wants only to put a chastity belt around my hot loins. The only sex life I now have is when I sneak off to the bathroom with my vibrator.

The only oasis of hope is a nineteen year old former employee of my husband’s, Bruce, who frequently comes over to visit. Bruce understands me, and it’s from him that I get my copies of Penthouse Forum. He even gave me some flimsy bikini bottoms just the bottoms for my last birthday. Yes, we are eager to satisfy ourselves.

I’ve planned how we’ll do the deed. I think the only way to have a decent fuck is in the backseat of my car. I can take the car out to visit my relatives Bruce can, I am sure, arrange to meet me on the way. In the city where my relatives live, there is no dearth of secluded places to screw. I told Bruce of my plan, and he seemed very enthusiastic. But can one have satisfying sex in the backseat of a car? I have never made it there. I shall be glad if you can give me some guidance on possible foreplay, the right clothes to wear and positions for intercourse in such a limited space.

I don’t have any mental hang ups regarding the boy. My attitude is comparable to that of an unsatisfied husband who wants to make it with a whore. In fact, my sexual fantasy is to become a high class whore, one who is able to turn down a good offer. By the time this letter is printed in the magazine, I might already have seduced Bruce. I just need some encouragement and a few suggestions regarding enjoyable sex in the backseat of an automobile CC.

You sound a little selfish to me. You had a great marriage when you and your husband were in great physical shape, but now that he’s unable to perform, you simply have no regard for his feelings. Paraplegic people do have souls and minds and certain parts of their bodies that function. Your husband does have a mouth and hands, I presume, and can still kiss and caress and stroke. The penis is not the one and only means a man has of bringing his partner to an orgasm.

My own father died some years ago, and for the last eight years of his life he was severely crippled from various strokes. In that time my mother never had sex with another man and, as she confessed to me after his death, they were able to have a reasonable sex life.

I can sympathize with your situation, but need you go after your own husband’s employee? If you want to begin an affair, don’t do it behind the man’s back. (No wonder his sister is so protective he needs some moral support.) Explain your situation to him, but don’t ignore his sexual needs either. If he can give you an orgasm via his tongue or hands, perhaps then he won’t be so jealous of other men.

I’m amused that your fantasy is to become a high class whore. Fantasy? I’d say you’ve already achieved that status, my dear. Remember, you were a poor little secretary who married a wealthy man for sex and money. If you had loved the man, you certainly wouldn’t be writing me a letter like this. The call girls I’ve known screw for sex and money too, but at least they don’t call it love and hide behind their wedding ring. Why don’t you try putting on some honesty for size, or do you think it won’t fit you?

HUBBY LOVES PAPER DOLLS MORE THAN WIFE

Two years ago I married a very attractive and interesting man whom most people would probably describe as a good natured jock. Before then, when I was just dating my future husband, the presence of roommates often prevented us from having much of a sex life. I assured myself that things would change once we were married and on our own. Oh, was I ever in love! And today? My husband has repeatedly told me that women “simply don’t need sex.”

Like most men, my husband enjoys making passing comments on the girls he sees on the street. Frankly, I don’t know what he’d do if he did get an offer, since getting him into bed is like pulling teeth.

I’ve tried to initiate chats about sex, but this makes him very uncomfortable. After a one sided conversation, he changes the subject. We’re both thirty, Xaviera, and although he tells me two or three times a day that he loves me, we have sex about twice a month. If I initiate the action, I get put off sexually with “I’m tired,” “Don’t be silly,” or would you believe? “l have a headache.” I’ve tried the slinky dresses and fancy underwear, but all to no avail. My husband makes me feel ashamed, like I’m begging for something.

I’m not a nagger, but he just refuses even to discuss the need for more sex. After all the good sex I enjoyed as a single woman, this arrangement certainly seems like Mother Nature’s dirty trick. I might as well be living with my brother.

At first I thought my husband might be homosexual, but he likes Penthouse. However, get this: When I’ve purchased the magazine for him, he refuses to crack the cover when he’s around me. If he does and finds that he’s becoming aroused, he immediately closes it. Usually, though, he takes the magazine into the bathroom and masturbates.

This happens at least three or four times each week. I don’t know how stupid he thinks I am not to have caught on by now. Xaviera, why doesn’t this man want to share his sex with me? Is a picture worth a thousand wives? D.G.

Obviously your husband is not totally asexual, since he does masturbate to erotic pictures. But there does seem to be some knot in his way of thinking. It could be that anonymous women in a magazine are all the stimulation he needs and wants. No, I doubt that your husband is homosexual. How about calling him a monosexual? Yes they do exist: people who get off on themselves and nobody else.

It would be great if you could get your husband to a marriage counselor or psychiatrist, but I think that’s hoping for too much. After all, if he doesn’t want to talk about sex with you, why would he do so before some stranger? Then again, it might be worth a try. Approach him with the idea, but don’t say it’s to help him. Say that it’s your problem, that you’re oversexed and need his help to cease being a nymphomaniac. Okay, we know you’re not a nympho, but your husband just might buy the line. At least you’ll get his foot in the shrink’s door

If your husband absolutely refuses to see a shrink, go to one yourself. A psychiatrist should help you to cope with such a man and to decide whether or not your marriage need be prolonged. After all, why stay married to a man who believes, “I’m in love with myself and we’re happy that way?” You need company, and I don’t mean that you should get your own magazine subscription.

RULERS, RAZORS AND GAY PICS EXAMINED

I was most interested in a letter you published regarding crotch watching. In it you note that most men “wear” their penis in an upward position.

I’m a guy of twenty two years. I’ve always worn my cock in a downward position, against my balls, since this is most comfortable for me. I’m sure most men do the same thing. If I were to wear my prick in a slightly upward position, it would bulge out against my thigh when I got an erection. This would be just a bit too obvious for comfort. In the downward position, however, it is just one big bulge nestled against my balls.

As far as men’s underwear goes, I usually wear a G string, but when I’m feeling horny I wear no underwear at all. Just thought you’d like to know. Maybe some of your other readers can comment on this most interesting phenomenon. I’m sure your lady readers would be most curious to know.

Also, since you’re an expert on sex, I would like to ask you a few questions.

What is the proper way to measure the length of a guy’s cock? I find that when I measure my prick from the base of my abdomen, it’s seven and a half inches long, but when I mea sure from the underside, starting at the large bone just above my balls, it’s nine and a half inches long. Which way is correct?

Also, I have a girlfriend who’s nineteen and keeps her pubic area shaved. I really love this and I, in turn, keep my balls and prick area shaved. This bare groin look drives my girlfriend wild. Does it make most women horny? Likewise, I sometimes see in Penthouse Forum pictures of women making it with other women, and I really get aroused looking at these pictures. Does it arouse women to see two guys getting it on? My girlfriend says it arouses her, and I have a little story to share about that.

Since I had always had a desire to have sex with a young, sexy guy, I jumped at the opportunity when my girlfriend’s cousin an eighteen year old guy joined the two of us for sex one evening.

When I arrived at her place, she said she had a surprise for me in the bedroom. When I walked in and saw this beautiful guy pounding his meat, my cock hardened and practically broke my fly it did actually pop two loose buttons on my front. I stripped down, and when this kid saw my bare balls shaved clean, he went berserk. We didn’t even bother with any fore play. He just took my cock into his mouth and brought me off, swallowing every last drop of my hot, sexy juices. I then did the same to him. After that we gave each other a body rub, tongued one another’s body from head to toe, and jerked each other off until our pricks were ready to explode. Again he sucked me completely dry, and again I did the same to him. We were now both soft, but suddenly I became hard again. This guy took my hardened prick and kneaded it against my belly as he himself grew hard.

My girlfriend, meanwhile, was fingering herself as she watched us. I finally grabbed the guy’s cock and stroked him again until the three of us achieved simultaneous orgasms an assisted triple play.

Needless to say, I now enjoy sex with young guys as much as I do with girls. I’m also a crotch watcher of guys. Whenever I see a devil of a young stud walking down the street, I mentally unzip him. I imagine that lovely piece of meat between his legs is there just for me to suck and play with as I please. I then approach the guy (with my obvious bulge) and, if he is willing, we wind up at my girlfriend’s house, going at each other as she watches. Xaviera, what do you think of my rather unusual sex life?

J.H.

Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be any official, standardized or universally sanctioned method for measuring penis length. It depends on how much you want to stretch a point, I suppose. Do the “extra” two inches measured on the underside of your organ penetrate when you’re having sex? And isn’t that what matters? Whatever length you want to use in self estimation, the main thing is not to build up false expectations in a girl (or guy) who hasn’t yet seen your endowments. She might have her own way of applying the ruler.

You don’t have any problems to speak of. You’re just a sexually liberated young man who’s been lucky enough to find an equally liberated young woman.

I remember one time when I was going to make love with two good friends. I was living in Toronto at the time, and these two guys were in their early twenties. They had been friends since childhood, but had never been sexually involved with one another. They had similar bodies and even their cocks looked alike.

One day the three of us were together, and we all got very horny. I had this kinky idea: How about shaving our pubic areas? It took me a lot of talking before they allowed me the pleasure of denuding their crotches. I first got out the shaving foam, but then we decided to use the old fashioned shaving cream the kind with the brush. After soaping each other’s genital area, we carefully shaved away. When we were finished, I collected our pubic hairs and put them in an envelope. (You know, I wonder where that envelope full of crotch hair is today.) Of course, I got so tremendously horny just looking at our crotches that I had to have a threeway with my two boyfriends.

By the way, I know what your girlfriend means about watching two men in heat. Watching men have sex is not at all distasteful to me. Why should you men have all the fun watching us women perform together?

SWEET MAIDEN CAN’T LOSE HER VIRGINITY

Please help me. My nineteenth birthday has just passed, and I feel like I still haven’t been born. All my life my parents sheltered me, and I was never allowed to choose my own clothes or hairdo or to go out with guys. Last year I moved out of the house and took an apartment with my best friend, a guy, and all my problems were solved.

Except for my main one: sex.

Not getting laid has made me a frigid block of ice. To this day I’ve never even necked with a guy. It’s not because I don’t want to. It’s because I’m afraid he’ll know he’s the first. Also, I don’t want to be taught. My roommate says that sex comes naturally, and that as soon as a guy starts. I’ll catch on, But every time I get that far, I back off and find that I’m almost in tears.

Please help me! The guys I’ve already gone out with have spread rumors about me, and soon no one will ask me out even if he’s desperate. I live in a small town and can’t afford to move. I’ve thought about seeking psychiatric help, but, again, I can’t afford it. Also, I’d be just too embarrassed to see a counselor. Xaviera, you are my last hope S.W

All you need is to have some confidence in yourself. For starters, it might be easier if you had a sympathetic girlfriend, one with whom you could pair up on double dates. You need not tell anybody that it is your first time, but don’t be self conscious about it either. Remember, we all start out as virgins. And many of the boys whom you meet, despite their apparent confidence, may very well be as shy as you are.

BUT WHO’S COUNTING?

A male friend of mine claims to have reached orgasm ten times in one night. This seems like a rather high estimate to me. What do you think?

S. T

Yes, it is a rather high estimate. But then, some men are very highly sexed. Indeed, I’ve known a few male hookers who will screw anything that walks and do! They’re like your friend supererotic individuals.

Regarding more normal behavior, however, most men between the ages of fifteen and twenty five can usually manage about four orgasms per night. Men between the ages of twenty five and thirty five can average about three orgasms. Over, thirty five it’s about once or twice an evening. Generally speaking, even these figures are pushing the matter at hand.

I wouldn’t feel too insecure. After all, your friend only says he can achieve ten orgasms per evening. And even if he’s not exaggerating, quantity doesn’t always mean quality.

SALLY, FOURTH

I want to tell you one of my fantasies and see what you think of it.

I was married once before, and my ex husband had fantasies about my making love with another woman. He used to make me talk to him like I was making love to another woman while he fucked me. I said everything he wanted. It took me some time to get used to it, but… I did what he said because it really turned him on. I even read books about lesbians and bisexual women to improve my “performance” when we screwed.

My second husband now knows all about this. The problem is I now find that I want my husband, while he fucks me, to talk to me as if he were a woman making love to me. I want to see how much it can turn me on. I want him to pretend that he’s a certain young lady named Sally whom I find very attractive. Sally is a real knockout I have seen her naked body. Sally answered her front door one day just after she had gotten out of the shower. She had her robe on, with nothing underneath it, and the wind blew it open. Her pussy was in full view.

Not long after that day, I bought a black see through bra that my husband had picked out for me. Sally had come over to visit, and I showed it to her and asked if she wanted to try it on. She said she would and went to the bedroom. After I had waited awhile, I walked into the bedroom. She was standing there, naked from the waist up. Sally commented about having lost some weight in her tits, but I told her how nice they looked.

My new husband knows that I would like to make a pass at her, but I don’t think she would go for it. Sally and I talk all the time about the fantasies we have, but I don’t want to lose her friendship by approaching her sexually. I am horny all the time thinking about her. Last night, my husband and I had just finished making love when he asked me to tell him how I would make love to another woman. I then went through my scenario, which starts out with me unbuttoning her blouse and finishes with our pussies rubbing together. I looked down at my husband, and he had an enormous hard on.

We would both really like for me to seduce another woman, but I’ve never had the opportunity. We would like it to happen with someone we know. Sally once told me her fantasy regarding an orgy involving just the four of us (our husbands and ourselves), and I told her that I’d like my husband to fuck her while her husband fucks me. It wouldn’t make me jealous to have my husband do it to her because my man and I love and trust [each other] very much and are secure in our relationship.

Xaviera, do you think I could be bisexual, or do I just have wild fantasies? What should I do about this woman? C.P

Since this woman has already approached you about a foursome, why don’t you take her up on it? This will put you in a position to make a pass at Sally without scaring her away. When she told you her fantasy, she obviously meant that she would like all four of you to be together at once otherwise, she would have just asked to fuck your husband while you fucked her husband.

If you still think that she is hesitant about making love with another woman, talk to her about bisexuality and try to find out how she feels. If you have a chance to talk about fantasies, tell her how you would like to make love to another woman or how you would like to have a three way affair with your husband and another woman. You should be able to tell by her reactions just how she feels about bisexuality. For all you know, she might think three makes the best crowd.

PROBLEMS WE’D ALL LIKE TO HAVE

Here is a problem to which I hope you can offer a solution. I am twenty five years old, single, six feet one inch, one hundred sixty five pounds, with black hair, green eyes and a somewhat muscular build. I’ve been accused of being very good looking quite a few times. When making love to a woman, I use extended foreplay and, after penetration, usually reach orgasm fairly quickly. I achieve orgasm only once in an evening, and after I have regained an erection, I remain hard for as long as six to eight hours if necessary. I am an honest eight and a half inches long and, combined with my long staying ability, have never received one complaint from any lover.

I am very imaginative in bed, and so I never become boring to my companions: I have long standing offers with quite a few women, both single and married.

Well, you’re probably wondering what the hell my problem is. I am very, very, shy of all women I come in contact with. Of the approximately one hundred fifty women I’ve been to bed with, I may have picked up a grand total of ten and they were “gotten” only through the use of a great deal of liquor. The rest either were introduced to me or picked me up. Because I like only attractive women, and attractive women seldom pick up men, I am often alone. Sometimes I become so nervous in the presence of women that I actually begin to shake and must leave. Women scare the hell out of me, and I can’t stand the possibility of rejection. I couldn’t think of an opening line to use on a strange girl if a girl were held to the back of my head. Once I have talked for a while, I loosen up band am no longer uncomfortable. But those openers seem to scare me to within an inch of my life.

Please try and help me. I would go back to those other girls, but I would only be using them, as you can see. I would appreciate it very much if you would answer my letter as soon as possible. A.J.

The key to your problem lies in the fact that you always go on to “greener pastures.” You are afraid of women because you do not get to know women. Women are people. Like men, they have minds. So, if you are not afraid of men, then there is no reason to be afraid of women.

You are twenty five years old, and yet it appears that you have never had a steady relationship with a woman. How can you expect to be able to talk to the opposite sex if you never spend any time with them? Try to find a girl to talk to, spend time with, explore sexually. I’m not saying you should sign a contract for life. But at this stage a lengthy affair will do you good.

THE HAPPY HOOKER COMES HOME

WHEN SHE’S ABOVE IT FITS LIKE A GLOVE

I am a nineteen year old woman and I like sex, but have a problem. Women should be able to have sex without pain. I can’t.

My man, Lon, and I used to think it was my size I’m five feet one and ninety seven pounds while my man is six feet and two hundred forty five pounds. After an exam I discovered I was okay physically. Then I thought it might be a mental block, but although I have made an appointment to see a psychiatrist, I don’t feel guilty about having sex at all.

Am I abnormal? I worry about it from time to time. Only once did I really have a good time in bed. It was the most wonderful night of my life. I was with Lon in a hotel room and was able to really let loose. He was sweet and strong and I felt really good. It was also the first time I let myself have sex with the lights on. We took a shower together and later I was even the one on top. This feeling of release hasn’t happened again. I think sex is great, but I don’t abuse it. My mother is very open and knows everything but the pain part of it. Sometimes I think I might be a failure as a woman. I’m on the Pill and can reach orgasm through oral sex or masturbation, but I don’t even get close during intercourse. Do you think you could help me? I’ve used Vaseline and it hasn’t helped. All my men have been of average size (although I didn’t measure them) so I don’t think it was the fact that they have been too large for me that has caused my problem.

Could it be possible that I’m really a lesbian? I’ve never had any sexual encounters with other women. Please help me correct my problem. A.H.

I find it interesting that you write: “Only once did I really have a good time in bed… and later I was even the one on top. This feeling of release hasn’t happened again.” The fact that you were on top is probably the reason you had the orgasm it was probably the first time you really could feel the base of his penis rubbing against your clitoris. Generally speaking, the penis does not stimulate the clitoris during intercourse when the man is atop the woman (on his knees). Also, when you’re sitting on the man, you’re in control. You can maneuver your crotch in such a way that your clitoris does come in contact with the base of the erection. In sex there’s one good rule to follow if it works once, it will probably work again.

WHOLE LOT OF LOVE

Being a musician of almost thirty years of age, I have enjoyed many sexually fulfilling relationships. However, I am now a house husband and I have a wife who is so self conscious about her weight (she’s five feet seven, two hundred five pounds) that we have problems. And as a result of these problems, she is beginning to dissatisfy me sexually.

She is the best fuck I’ve ever had, she’s completely open minded and absolutely astounding in bed. We enjoy oral sex, we masturbate together she watches me and then I watch her and we wind sessions up with a fantastic fuck of one or two hours. It’s come after come in our round bed with red satin sheets.

But all this is enjoyable to her only if the lights are out. She closes the bathroom door when showering, closes the bedroom door when dressing and when I walk in unexpectedly, she rushes furiously to grab some thing to throw around herself.

Repeatedly, I have explained to her that this is sheer nonsense. She insists that the sight of her body will turn me off. She has a great neckline, a beautiful face and breasts of voluptuous proportions. From the hips down she is obese, but I don’t mind at all. I understand fully that she is a compulsive eater and I know that she constantly tries to diet. She arouses me more than any other female I have ever screwed. As for blowjobs, I didn’t know how alive my cock could feel until I was sucked by her.

How can I convey to her that she is, in fact, appealing to me, whether she is large or small? She is so ashamed of her body that at the sight of a slim female she immediately becomes depressed, believing she is ugly. We can’t even watch TV anymore. I feel that I may develop a complex from this if things don’t change. I want to see skin once in a while, not play tag in the dark.

ER.

Well, that was a helluva nice letter nothing kinky to that one. You are just a great guy who loves his wife no matter how she looks. Which I think is fine. And if more fat women in this world had husbands like you, there would be a lot fewer frustrated females.

It is my belief that once a woman starts to gain weight, she becomes more self conscious about her appearance and out of pure frustration she will eat more to console herself. It becomes a vicious cycle. But in your wife’s case, she shouldn’t feel frustrated, for you love her very much and dig her voluptuousness. Maybe you should tell her that you’ll leave her if she loses weight.

But in the meantime, why don’t you settle for the following solution? Make her promise to show more skin, while you promise to put dimmers on all the lights. This way you’ll still be able to see her but in a softer light, and she may lose her inhibitions. You could also try candlelight or colored bulbs.

Maybe she would consider going to a health spa. Within a few weeks she could lose a substantial amount of weight. It would be a trifle expensive but well worth it. After all, too much fat is also damaging to one’s health. Diabetes, heart disease, maybe even a stroke are dangers to be reckoned with when overeating becomes a compulsive life style.

GONE FISHING

You have shared many unique experiences with me through your many articles. I would like to share one of my experiences with you.

My lover and I are avid hikers and backpackers. Recently, on a warm, sunny day, we hiked up to a remote lake to do some fishing. I decided to take advantage of the sun by shedding my clothes and spreading myself out on a warm rock. Soon the sun was lulling me into a sensuous sleep. My thoughts turned to fantasy. I thought of gentle fingers caressing my body, a tongue licking my inner thighs and I began to feel the actual caresses! I opened my eyes and my lover was about six feet away. He had his fly fishing rod in hand and was carefully stroking my wet, warm pussy with the tip of his pole.

The flexible rod caused a vibrating sensation that sent shivers of pleasure all over my body. My nipples were hard and erect and I could feel a gentle summer breeze blowing over them. With each gyration of my body, the pole would bend and flex, causing an unending chain of motion. As the tip moved nearer and nearer to my clitoris, I moaned with delight. Writhing wildly, I came with a wild orgasm. Warmth spread along my thighs and down to my toes. I lay there, exhausted, shaking and wet.

Xaviera, might I suggest that the next time a man asks you on a mountain outing, you should make sure he takes his fishing rod. Have him try his luck in your favorite hole. RB.

I did have a “country” boyfriend once, and he brought his pole on our camping trip, but we weren’t looking for a stream. We took our trip in September, while the weather was still warm, and we walked for two days to escape the other campers. However, we didn’t escape all the campers, as we encountered another couple who turned out to be excellent company. These two were the classic outdoor types. Both had fresh complexions, firm and well built bodies and fresh ideas. We spent four wonderful days together, sleeping in the sun, swimming, cooking and making fabulous love to each other. In the evenings, by the light of the campfire, our men would watch the two of us women fondle each other until they could no longer stand it. Every night turned into a wild orgy, while the stars glittered overhead. It was one of the most romantic experiences I’ve ever had. I’ve kept their addresses in case I ever take another camping trip, but it will take something extremely special to top the last one.

Thank you for writing to us about your experience. I’m sure we’ve inspired many readers to take vacations in the wilderness next summer.

WHEN MEN ARE AWAY

My girlfriend Kay and I were talking over coffee one day and we started to discuss the different ways in which we made love to our men. In no time at all we became very, very horny. I told Kay that I had a rubbery, double headed dildo and said that we really didn’t need our men in order to get off.

Kay took me seriously and said, “Lock up the house and let’s give it a try.” So without any hesitation I locked up and we walked to the bedroom. After getting the dildo from the drawer, we removed our jeans and panties. After we got down on our hands and knees, ass to ass, Kay inserted the dildo into her slit and so did I. We both laughed, as the dildo kept falling out. But soon we got our rhythm going together and our giggles turned into hot and heavy breath ing. We jammed that dildo far up into our cunts. I managed to balance myself on one hand and with the other hand I massaged my clit. After about ten minutes of this, we both reached tremendous orgasms. Then we lay on the floor for a few minutes, completely exhausted. I said that from now on, whenever we were both horny and our men were gone, we could always just use our make believe man.

The following Saturday we were drinking coffee again, the men were out of the house, and the subject of the dildo came up. Kay said that she’d like to see my make believe husband fuck me. In return I said that I wanted to see her make believe boyfriend fuck her. Well, we came up with an idea. We took the mirror off the dresser and set it on the floor against the wall this way we could both watch each other being fucked silly. We removed all of our clothes and got down on all tours for another round of fucking with the double headed dildo.

Shortly after we started our little fucking session, I looked into the mirror. God, I could see the dildo sliding in and out of my pussy as well as Kay’s. Suddenly, excitement stormed over me. Seeing that dildo up Kay’s cunt and seeing her juices dripping down onto the carpet, I realized how really lovely her cunt was. I was losing control as I looked into the mirror. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I pulled away from the dildo, turned Kay on her back and removed the dildo from her hot love tunnel. Then I just buried my face in her pussy. I couldn’t believe how hot, juicy and delicious her cunt was. Kay didn’t object one bit. She only spread her legs farther and farther apart as I ate away. Then she pulled me away from her crotch and kissed me on the mouth. Now this was no ordinary sisterly kiss. Kay kissed me heavy on the mouth, sliding her tongue into me. Kay then turned me all the way around into a 69 and we went at it. Her tongue in my cunt did wonders, things I thought no woman’s tongue could do. Together we buried our faces in each other’s crotches and licked until we each had fantastic orgasms.

We’ve been doing this for some time now, but the last two times we’ve almost been caught. Kay and I are in a delicate situation. You see, we basically love our husbands and need a man’s cock in our cunts once in a while. We also love a man’s muscular body. Should we continue making love to each other and take the risk of being caught? Or should we tell our men the truth and take what’s coming to us? S.G.

Instead of telling your men the truth, why don’t you show them the truth? No, I don’t mean that you invite your husbands in for Saturday morning coffee, whip out the double headed dildo and do it to each other on the kitchen floor while the two men watch. Instead, why don’t you suggest that you all have a little fourway? Almost all men find lesbian sex a horny turn on, and I’m sure your husbands will be no different. Of course, you must reassure them that you lust for their male organs above all else. Believe me, doubleheaders work a whole lot better in doubles.

RISKY FRISKY BUSINESS

I’ve got a problem that seems to be snowballing. About a week ago I made what I thought was a very unselfish decision and told my wife about it. Since that time I’ve been living in hell.

Both my wife and I work. She works days and I work nights. This has been our schedule for approximately two years now. It’s not my choice to work nights, but one simply has to take what’s available and pays the best. We share the same day off (Wednesday) each week. Other than Wednesdays, we have very little time that we can spend together. I spend my off hours playing with our five year old son, Carey, and running household errands. My wife spends her off hours caring for our son and cleaning the house.

In the past few months, I’ve noticed a marked change in my wife’s general attitude. She is very edgy. We seem to quarrel more often now. I get the feeling that she is bored with our domestic routine but doesn’t want to tell me.

Because I love her very much, I suggested that she start taking one or two nights “on the town” each week. I thought she would welcome the chance to get away from the daily grind. Of course, I told her that there would be “no questions asked” concerning her evening activities. Instead of feeling appreciative, however, she answered my suggestion with accusations and arguments. She said I was only trying to make excuses so I could feel right about going out myself. If that were true, Xaviera, I wouldn’t need for her to go out. I could fuck around after work, as she’s usually asleep at that time.

The reason I made the suggestion was to make my wife happy. If she is more content, she will share that happiness with me and our child. Also, I’m generally not a possessive person, especially regarding something that can’t be taken away from me. I’m speaking of sex. If another man fucks my wife, he hasn’t taken anything that I can’t still enjoy. Her cunt is still there for my cock to screw. The other man has only had the pleasure of a similar experience. I just can’t bring myself to lay claim to something that isn’t mine in the first place. My only right to her body is to have the opportunity to enjoy it when she wants to share it with me. I also believe in the old adage, “What you don’t know won’t hurt you!”

It’s true I’m taking the chance that my wife might fall in love with someone else. But I also risk losing her by keeping her trapped at home. Life is full of chances and this only one of many I’m willing to face head on.

Xaviera, can you suggest any way I can convince her at least to adopt my idea on a trial basis? We both regularly read your column and she often agrees with your advice. H.E

You certainly are a very liberated man. Of course, with so many hypocritical attitudes around us, you wife is rather suspicious and does not believe your sincere expression of concern. Try to convince her that freedom need not be abused. If she thinks she wants to have an outside affair, that is her decision. If she decides to simply go out with other people and not become sexually involved, she might be more at ease with her own conscience. What your wife seems to need right now is not somebody else’s cock. I’d suggest she just try spending a few nights out with friends.

You give the impression of being fairly content with your life and don’t seem to be in search of a new sexual partner. If your wife’s personality becomes more relaxed and cheerful, your relationship should improve by leaps and bounds.

HOLD THE MUSTARD

In some recent novels, I’ve read about some oils and ointments that have interesting effects on the genitals. As I recall it, they were: Oil of peppermint the girl fills her mouth with the oil before giving a blowjob.

A cream of menthol this is rubbed on the penis, causing the penis to remain cool while it’s buried in the hot vagina.

Xaviera, are you familiar with the uses of these and other creams? Where can they be bought? RC.

I’m familiar with the use of certain creams and oils, and these can usually be obtained from your local druggist. You might also try any of the following products: mentholated toothpaste, Ben Gay cream, Tabasco sauce or the common Indonesian spice called sambal oelek.

Tabasco and sambal oelek will give your penis a burning sensation and, if you’re somewhat of a masochist, you might like it. Warning: use in small doses until you get the hang of it. If you prefer a milder burning sensation, simply squeeze a lemon over the top of your cock. For the opposite effect, you might have your girlfriend suck you off with a few ice cubes in her mouth.

JERK OFF WORRIES THAT HE MAY BE MAKING A SPECTACLE OF HIMSELF

A couple of months after we got married, my wife confessed to me that she had always had a great desire to see a man jerk himself off. I have nothing against masturbation. I’ve done plenty of it as a “secret vice.” My wife, however, was so insistent that I finally agreed. I had a couple of drinks first to screw up my courage.

She lay on the bed, nude, while I sat in a chair and whacked myself off.

Now this has become a regular event. She refuses to give me a hand I’ve got to do it all myself. I’ve become quite used to it by now and am able to do it in front of her with little or no embarrassment.

A few months ago, one of my wife’s girlfriends moved into our neighborhood and my wife demanded that I put on a show for both of them. When I balked, she said that there would be no more sex with her until I agreed to beat off in front of both of them. So I got loaded and whacked off while they lay in bed, playing with each other’s cunts.

Now my wife tells me that she and her friend have told a couple of other girlfriends about it and she wants me to put on a demonstration for four or five of them. My wife claims that she’s proud of my cock and wants her girlfriends to see it, but it’s really just average in size.

Frankly, I don’t mind the idea of jacking off for a group of broads. In fact, I rather like it. What worries me is the thought that I might soon be pointed out on the street as a literal jerk off.

Please tell me what to do. I know that liberal minded people don’t look down on jerking off, but if my friends learn about this, my life won’t be worth living. F.O.

Although your wife refused to have sex with you unless you jerked off for her friends, it looks as though she’s quite dependent on you. If she demands too much, just say. “No, and if you ask me again, I won’t jerk off for you anymore.” Two can play her game.

Then again, if you like jerking off for other women, you should do so. And to ensure that you won’t be known around town as the Fernwood Jacker, why not ask these other women including your wife to engage in sex demonstrations themselves? That way you’re all in the same boat. What’s good for the gander, and your wife seems to enjoy a gander, is good for the goose. Or the geese.

THE BIG FURRY

I have what I feel is an unusual fantasy. It involves tall, heavyset women. I love to see big, husky women in fur coats. Just the thought of being picked off the ground and bear hugged by a husky woman in a fur coat makes my head spin. My real problem is that I’m six feet tall and weigh two hundred and twenty pounds. So the women who could handle someone my size are few and far between. My only hope is to try to find a lady wrestler or weightlifter. Since you’ve been around as much as you have, perhaps you could tell me where I might possibly find a girl like the one I’m interested in. B.B.

Try placing an ad in the personals section of your local paper. I’m willing to bet that there are a lot of big gals out there who would love to take a tumble with a guy like you. You may be surprised by the response.

THE HAPPY HOOKER COMES HOME

LOOKING FORLOVE

I am a male, forty eight years of age, in perfect health and my sex drive is very high. I must say in all modesty that I desire sex far more frequently than most men of my age, and this has become a problem in my life, especially with my wife.

Corinne and I are the same age, and our marriage had spanned twenty two years when, four years ago, she began to cut me off and deny me her sexual rewards. It was the old story headaches, tiredness, pains of one kind or another, until she finally admitted outright that she no longer wanted to have sex. That was all well and good for her, but what about me?

My wife had had hot pants from the night of our marriage until she gave it up. Yet Corinne was the type of girl that a fellow would not have looked at twice, even if sex was on his mind. She was skinny as a rail, her legs were toothpicks and her bosom was barely existent. She had practically no ass or hips, but she did possess the best pussy any woman ever had. On our second date she readily consented to my having it, and after three hot dates she and I married. I had no intention of allowing her to have any other man besides me. From the very beginning (and it was her first fuck), she was a powerhouse of a woman, wrapping her legs around my body, clutching me with her arms. She gauged her tempo to meet mine, and instead of my fucking her, she had fucked the hell out of me! Not until we reached the state where she no longer wanted to engage in sex was I really the aggressor it was Corinne, pure and simple.

Then, one afternoon at the office, we gave a party for a woman named Margaret, who was retiring. Margaret was then sixty two years old. She could have passed for a woman ten years younger, although she did have a matronly figure. She was a really good looking woman. And while dancing with her I wondered why I had never considered her as a possibility. She made no effort to push away my hand as it moved gently over her big, rounded ass, nor did she seem perturbed when I bent down and gently kissed her smooth forehead.

I became braver as the evening passed, and was soon kissing her full on the lips and caressing her breasts. She was clinging to me more tightly now, and I blurted out, “Margaret, let’s leave and go to your place.” I knew she lived alone and was a widow. I was nearly struck down when she agreed. We slipped away and went out to my car for the ride home. Margaret slipped across the car seat and put her hand on my leg. She pressed her body very close to mine, and I slipped my arm around her shoulders and held her even closer to me. When we finally stopped at her place, she reached up, took my face and brought it to hers. Then she grasped me in a long, sucking kiss. My cock was so hard I thought it was going to burst right through my pants. There was no doubt in my mind what awaited me inside her house. At the door Margaret fumbled around in her purse for her keys, and I nervously managed to get the door opened. We almost moved through the door together, giggling like two teenage kids. Once the door was closed, we came together in a close huddle. She was pressing her crotch hard against my cock, and her arms were almost squeezing me in two. She was as hot as I was, if not hotter. She stepped back from me and began to peel away her clothing, and the more I saw of her body, the faster I did the same thing. She was almost running to the bedroom, and I was in close pursuit. By the time she got to her bed, we were both stark naked, and she flung herself down on her back and spread her legs so I could enter her quickly and easily.

Her pussy was a mass of movement it was literally begging me to come inside. But as much as I wanted to plunge my cock inside, I had to have the delicate taste of that pussy first. So, without further ado, I slammed my mouth hard into her sweetness. Margaret more than appreciated it. She began to have one orgasm after another, and I was lapping the moist, sweet juices from her as fast as my tongue would move. I was as deep inside her as I could reach, my hands were pawing and clawing at her buns, and we were both making noises of utter delight. She was begging me to put my cock inside her and give her a real good fuck she needed it that badly. Margaret almost passed out as my cock entered her. She let out a gasp and looked into my eyes and said, haltingly, “Oh, it feels so good! I love it I love it ” I kissed the words from her lips and felt the rising and falling of her huge tits. In a few minutes we exploded together.

I lay on top of Margaret and felt the pulsations of my cock as it continued to pump far inside her. She groaned and seemed to be gasping for breath. Her breasts were heaving up into me and felt like hardened balloons. Her nipples were poking into my chest and, unbelievable to me, my cock had begun to rise back to its glory. I reached down, grasped her legs and pulled them upward until I was nearly on my knees. I began to pump into her with all my strength. She was moaning over and over again, and I felt my balls slamming against her ass. The softness of her pussy and the sight of her big breasts heaving and bouncing were more than I could stand. I exploded.

I have no idea when it ended. The next thing I knew, I awoke in Margaret’s arms. She lay alongside of me, her leg across my side, her arm under my neck, her lips near my own. I put my arm over her and drew her close to me, kissing her lips yearningly. I was at peace with the world. Before dawn came we made love again.

Since Margaret came into my life, there have been no other women. She’s all I want and need, and she can completely satisfy both my emo tional and sexual needs. I deeply love her and she loves me. Furthermore, I want to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her. That’s no problem she’ll marry me as soon as my divorce from Corinne is final.

But Corinne tells me that I’m making a mistake in wanting to marry Margaret. Many of my friends and relatives are telling me the same thing. I am as aware as they are of the difference in our ages but, at my time of life, how can it make so much difference? Right now I’m willing to settle for whatever amount of time we can have together and not worry about what the future holds.

My two daughters love Margaret, not as much as they love their mother, but they respect her and are aware, to a degree, of the sexual problem I had with Corinne. I know many will say that marriage should not be merely sexual, that it should also involve love and mutual admiration. However, I am just as aware that a marriage without sex is not a marriage.

All I want is to have the reassurance (from an outsider) that marriage with Margaret has a chance for success. In a way, I guess we are already married, for I have been living with her openly for the past year and fully regard her as my wife. Our nights are not spent in wild sex orgies, as some would believe, and we have many interests in common.

Margaret is a very gentle woman. She’s kind and considerate, and she does everything to show her intense love for me. In our short life together, we have never had an argument of any consequence, nor has she ever raised her voice to me in any objection. I don’t regard her as my mother, nor does she regard me as her son. We are two people deeply in love. I can’t believe anyone would prefer a marriage like the one Corinne and I had, in which she fully knew that I was out running around every night with one woman or another, to the kind of marriage I will have with Margaret.

L.S.

Of course you should marry her. If age is what you’re worried about, statistics have shown that women in general live longer than men. Though we’re called the weaker sex, we are in some ways much stronger.

It seems that one of the last barriers between lovers age is finally being eradicated. At parties I’ve attended, I usually find myself much more intrigued by older people who have a “young head” on their shoulders (but a lifetime of experience). Of course, I still find it stimulating to teach a young man the art of living and the art of screwing. So you see, each person can have his or her charm, depending on which role you feel like assuming. Good luck with your future wife, and my congratulations!

HOSPITAL HIGH JINKS

I personally enjoy your advice but would like to object to the woman who felt her marriage had taken a turn for the worse when her husband became a paraplegic. I’m a paraplegic and very sexually active. I hope your readers don’t think that paraplegics are incapable of getting hard ons. If your readers believe that, then I have a beautiful nine inch ruler to teach the blind with. Maybe the writer of that letter should have asked a nurse.

Last year I was in a hospital for knee surgery. Each time I have to be hospitalized, I get a private room and lie back, waiting for an attractive nurse with the right medicine. Believe me, there are nurses who can give you more than just a good back rub. Sure enough, on this one visit I got both a private nurse and a lovely woman therapist. These ladies certainly knew how to appreciate a paraplegic’s sexual capabilities.

With the door closed in my private room and a white towel covering my tool, I watched with pleasure as my braless nurse walked across the room to me, her nice tits shaking. She perched on the edge of my bed, and we made nervous conversation. Her skirt was incredibly short. Slowly, the towel poked upwards into the air. I was more than surprised when she announced she had to shave my pubic area. I was ecstatic as she smiled at the pointed towel. Removing the towel, she said, “Your fingers didn’t lie. You have long fingers like a pianist, and you have a super long dick.”

I was breathless as she made that statement. Then she started anointing my hard cock with warm water. When she dropped the towel and bent over, I almost gasped. She wore no underwear and I could see a beautiful, blonde bush. She looked up and asked, “You like blondes?”

“Yes,” I answered, “but most blondes don’t have such lovely blonde cunt hairs.”

At that she stood up, lifting her short skirt so I could get a really good look. She then spread her legs, sticking her index finger into that gorgeous pussy of hers. Smiling, she stuck that same index finger into my mouth. She began shaving my pubic area as I playfully teased her wonderful cunt and nipples. As she finished, she wiped me dry. Then she teased the head of my circumcised cock with her tongue, working her mouth over my cock. I don’t believe either of us heard the door open.

“That sure looks good,” said Brenda, the physical therapist. She told us to continue, and she pushed a chair against the door. She disrobed in seconds.

Brenda was in her early twenties, and she had jet black hair and an olive complexion. When she removed her bra and panties, she revealed large breasts and a good crop of black pussy hair. As I exploded in my nurse’s warm mouth, Brenda mounted the bed, sliding her knees under my shoulders. She opened her sweet pussy with her fingers. I sucked that harmonious cunt as she rode my face. She was able to spread forward as I ate, and I cupped her wonderful round buns. It was great and I felt myself explode again. My nurse was giving me the greatest head as Brenda rock n rolled her cunt into spasms of pleasure. Later I chewed my nurse’s delicious clit.

The three of us became good friends, to say the least. Brenda and Gloria were bisexual lovers before I met them and, strangely, prefer paraplegics as lovers.

I hope you print my letter. I don’t want paraplegics disenfranchised be cause one woman lacked knowledge. M.H.

It’s all a matter of taste. What pleases one woman’s sexual aesthetic will turn another woman off. We hear far too much about people being all basically alike. It’s the differences that turn me on.

GOODY TWO SHOES

My boyfriend of more than two years and I have a beautiful relationship, sexually and otherwise. He is thirty two and I am twenty four. We live together and make love four or five times a week and twice on Saturdays and Sundays. We had regular sex before we lived together, but it was only after we moved in together that he, started going down on me. He said that he had never done it before, but you couldn’t prove it by me be cause no one had ever eaten my pussy before. To me he’s an expert he makes me have three or four orgasms with his tongue before he fucks me with his beautiful eight and one half inch cock and brings me off another two or more times before he comes with me.

He says he enjoys our lovemaking completely, but I think that deep down every man wants to have his cock sucked. Now, I’ve never had enough love for any man to want to satisfy him completely this way until now. The thing is that Marty, my boyfriend, has put me up so high and thinks so much of me because, before he came along, I didn’t fuck around. He thinks of me as a saint, and I’m afraid it will turn him off if I just start sucking on him one day. It would be even worse if I asked him if I could suck him.

We’re in the nude all the time, and I have been so tempted to take his beautiful cock in my waiting, wet mouth. I don’t want him to think badly of me, and I don’t want to ruin our sex life. Hurry! Tell me what to do. We were both tired last night and didn’t fuck, so I’m horny as hell. I might not be able to wait for your answer. Tonight he’s going to eat my pussy in grand style, and I only wish to return the feeling. R.W

Since you both have been with other lovers before and neither of you found the other in a virginal state, I can’t see the point of playing the totally straight inexperienced housewife, high up on her pedestal. It might well be possible that your boyfriend is as anxious for you to suck his cock as you are to do if, but you are both too concerned about “mutual respect.” So neither one of you ever gets anywhere except frustrated. Don’t hesitate next time you are in bed. Just turn your body in the so called 69 position, where each of you is lying, say, on the right side, facing the genitals of the other. While he goes down on you, you can begin by stroking and caressing his penis and scrotum and then gently, bit by bit, taking his beautiful cock in your mouth. Or else, surprise him one morning when he wakes up with a morning erection and is still half asleep move down between his legs and suck his cock.

LOVE FROM ON HIGH

About six months ago I decided to go to college. I’m nineteen now. I decided on a local, religious affiliated school. When I inquired about it, I was told that the tuition was much less for confirmed church members. I immediately checked out the churches around me and found that I could attend adult evening classes to complete my confirmation. But this was quite hard, what with my work schedule, I had hoped to enter classes this fall, and I had no time for dating girls.

The pastor of the church told me I could attend the regular adult evening classes as scheduled and that he and/or his wife would try to fill me in on whatever classes I had to miss because of work. After I had missed one, he called and asked when it would be possible to meet with me, and we agreed on a Friday evening. He came over, and all went well.

The next time I missed a class, his wife, Roberta, called me and said she could fill me in on what I’d missed. I agreed. When she came over, I found her to be very professional in her approach. We talked most of the time, and it really was a refreshing evening.

Then, on the following Friday eve ning, although no meeting was scheduled, Roberta came over. She said she just wanted to review a thing or two. I became somewhat disturbed about this unexpected visit but acted pleasantly. As we sat in my living room, I just couldn’t help noticing her very shapely legs. Her mid length skirt allowed nothing to peek at, but she was indeed quite attractive. Roberta left after a short time, but asked in a very quiet tone if she could come again next Friday. I couldn’t refuse, as she was so sincerely nice.

When Roberta came over the next Friday, her apparel was definitely more hip: knee length dress, sandal shoes, very flowery, patterned dress. As she sat across from me, I couldn’t help seeing much of her inner thigh, and later on I saw up her crotch to her panty girdle. After coffee, she went upstairs for a minute. Then we again sat down on the couch and discussed religious beliefs, marriage and you guessed it sex. But, to my disbelief, as I was slyly peeking up her skirt, all I saw were her stockings sans panty girdle. I was so flustered that I lost my train of thought. She knew and asked, “Does it surprise you that a clergyman’s wife has feelings of love?” I quickly replied, “I guess everyone does.” She got up, came over and said, “Can we close the drapes?” I looked surprised, and Roberta closed them herself. Then she came over to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. She then told me to let everything go, and her hand went right into my pants. I opened her blouse, and her bra was off in a second. After I sucked on her nipples a few seconds, she groaned loudly, then lay down on the couch. I pulled down her panty hose, and we moved to the floor. I gently nibbled on the soft flesh of her creamy thighs.

She asked me to get on top of her. She pulled my leg over her head (my pants were already off), and my dick slid into her mouth. She stopped and said, “Now do it as if you’re doing it in my cunt!” I proceeded to fuck her mouth, and deep, too! When I came, she took it all in. She then said, “You owe me one now!” After fooling around a bit on the floor, she sat on the couch, legs spread, just teasing me. She spread her lower lips to the point where my hard on grew to an all time length. Then she asked me to “come on in.” She then leaned back, still sitting on the edge of the couch. In my cock went. It was a beautiful feeling, even though I had just shortly before gotten the blowjob of my life. It obviously was going to take me longer to come this time, and she decided to turn around and take it from the rear. Finally, she lay down sideways and, with one of her legs up in the air and the other flat on the couch, I shoved my cock deeper. She loved it. When I came, she let out such a scream that I thought I had hurt her, but it was just a passion cry. We showered and vowed to repeat this as often as possible.

We did just that, about a dozen times before the fall semester started. She even found out that I was, in the truest sense of the definition, a genuine leg man. After that, she never came over without a garter belt and really sexy hose.

Fall classes have now started and, since I’m living near campus in a rented room for students, she is with me more often than ever, even if it’s for a fifteen minute quickie.

Once I spotted her at a drugstore and said hello. She responded very agreeably, asking me about my classes and how I liked the new surroundings and the church on campus. It really floored me, but it worked out well because her husband soon approached and joined in the conversation. He was happy over the fact that I was doing fine and asked if I could come to dinner at his house one Sunday, after services. I did just that and the afternoon went well. He commented on how fine it is to have a wife who takes such an active part in his church affairs. Yeah fine with me, too!

Church sure can be very gratifying, especially when you have a pastor’s wife who really knows how to promote evangelical interests. FH.

I’m always inspired to hear of a campus crusade, especially when there’s a secular movement involved. Lucky for you that the pastor’s wife could provide such a well rounded view point for the inquisitive student. If you thoroughly delve into all of her sources, you’ll find out where true devotion lies.