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Then he stood up and dropped his shorts to reveal his beautifully engorged member. He pressed my hands against the wall, and I wrapped my legs around him so that he could slide his dick into my waiting pussy. His hard, deep thrusts were almost more than I could handle, but kept me wanting more. We fell to the floor and fucked on the newspapers, in more positions than I ever knew existed. Each position we tried seemed to allow his rod to go farther and farther inside me until it felt like one continuous, euphoric orgasm. When he finally reached his plateau of ecstasy and exploded inside me, we were both so exhausted we just lay in the pool of spilled paint, sweat, and mingling love juices.

Later we took a long, relaxing bath together and fell asleep in each other’s arms. All I could dream about was painting the bedrooms the next day.

— A. P., Alabama

The first time I made love was about two years ago, when I was twenty-two. One of the guys who took the same bus to college as I did was looking at me. One day I smiled back, and his face went all red. He was sitting to the rear of me; but when the bus reached our stop, I just sat there and let him walk past me. He was holding his books in his lap, and I could see that he was trying to hide a real bulge in his pants. My physical reaction was odd. My forehead got warm and my pubic region got quite wet. It gave me quite a bit to think about. As soon as I got into the building, I went to the ladies’ room and had to wipe the moisture. The guy’s name was Darryl. Later, one of my girlfriends told me he was asking about me.

I play tennis. I really love the game. The next day he showed up at the courts and asked me to play with him. After the game he had to go home. This was a Friday night. Early Saturday, he phoned me and asked me if I’d come to his house for a swim. It turns out his parents are loaded, and they had left for the weekend. Of course, he didn’t tell me that.

At about two in the afternoon I arrived at his house. When he opened the door, he was wearing racing-type swimming trunks. You know, the skintight type. Well, you could see everything . And when he turned around, he had the cutest butt I had ever seen. Well, I went wet again and had to go to the bathroom. While I was in there, I changed into my bathing suit. When I came out, he had opened a bottle of champagne. I tasted it; it was good. About halfway through the bottle, we went to the pool and sat on the steps in the shallow end. He kissed me on the lips, then tried to put his tongue in my mouth. After three tries, I let him. I looked down at his swimsuit, and saw that he had a very big hard-on. My body temperature must have jumped twenty degrees. I was shocked at myself, because I wanted desperately to put my hands down in his trunks. But I resisted.

He began to lick my ears and blow in them. I thought I was going to die. He was hugging and kissing me, and, as he squeezed me to him, I could feel that huge organ of his pulsating against me. He tried to put his finger inside my suit, but I kept moving away. He would always come back, and I felt that giant tool of his pulsating against me.

Finally, I got out of the pool and sat on the edge. He was still in the water. He came over and began massaging my feet. Then he worked his way up to my knees and began kissing my upper legs and thighs. My pussy got so wet, and I got so hot, that I thought I was going to explode. He began to work his tongue under my swimming trunks, but I slipped back into the water. I don’t think I could have stood that.

He had slipped his trunks off. He was so cute I again thought I was going to die. He squeezed me, and I put my hands around his neck, then slid them down until I had my hands on the cheeks of his gorgeous butt.

The suit I had on was one of those two-piece things, and he had the bottoms off before I knew it was happening. He began nudging his dick between my legs. The contrast between the cool water and his hot throbbing dick made his equipment feel even more exciting. Frankly, I knew I wanted that thing inside me. We moved up to a pad on the pool deck and he began licking my pussy. He was in a sixty-nine position, so I had a good look at his throbbing, red, shiny dick. I blew hot air on the end of it, and a strange-looking fluid appeared on the very end. I touched it, and it was slick. I ran my fingers around the head, using that fluid as a lubricant. My God, it got even bigger.

He pulled the top of my suit off so my bazooms were pointing straight up. He moved his equipment between them, holding them together, slipping his penis back and forth. Then he slid farther down and began trying to enter me. I was very small, and I guess he was really average in size, but it seemed like it was the size of the space shuttle. It was really tight, but there was something compelling about it. I really wanted that big thing inside me. I put my legs around him, tightened my teeth, and pulled him all the way in. It felt like my insides had caught fire. I let out a groan that the neighbors could’ve heard. Within a few minutes, the difficulty had gone away, and we began that dance of love. It felt s-o-o-o good. We must have been screwing for about a half hour when all of a sudden he tensed up, pulled out of my vagina, and came all over my stomach.

We went swimming, and then into his bedroom for at least another hour of lovemaking before I had to go home

— S. S., Online

I like hot, steamy, sweaty sex. I also like relaxing, quiet sex after some long, sexy foreplay. I like surprising quickies. I like. . you name it.

When it comes to the steamy-and-sweaty type of sex, I’ve found the perfect partner. Twice a week I do some gardening in our front yard. Some months ago, a jogger started to pass by, huffing and puffing and groaning a painful hello. He wore a T-shirt and skintight bicycle shorts. The second time he passed by, I noticed a tremendous bulge up front, and I began to wonder. His efforts made him sweat profusely. His shirt clung to his muscular chest, and his shorts showed wet spots in the crotch. He looked outright sexy and appetizing.

I smiled, and he stopped. While we exchanged pleasantries, I could not keep my eyes off his crotch. He noticed, because he started to survey my body. I felt he was undressing me. I asked him in for some fruit juice, and as soon as I closed the door, I fell into his arms.

I kissed his sweaty face and smelled the primeval scent of the male. All my senses reacted at once. I felt weak at the knees, my skin yearned to be touched, and my pussy started to moisten. My desire made me almost delirious as I sank to the floor and stripped off his shorts on my way down. My heart almost stopped when I saw his tool. It was huge! I’ve had an eight-and-a-half-incher, and my husband is a respectable seven and three-quarters, but this one was nine and three-quarters, as I later measured. And it was thick, very thick and roughly veined. I almost swooned, and I rapturously held it in both hands. Clear precome lubricant oozed out copiously. I touched it to my face, and then I couldn’t wait. “Let me have it. Fill me up with this wonderful cock,” I moaned, spreading my legs wide.

Then I felt the great monster split me apart. The pleasurable sensation was so intense, I started to orgasm immediately, and it lasted and lasted-longer than I had ever experienced before. “Do it hard,” I whimpered, and he started to work in and out-slowly at first, then increasing the speed until he finally banged so hard, I almost lost consciousness. Only the joy and the pleasure kept me aware. I reached the highest level of pleasure and just stayed there. My lover’s sweat dripped on me, our bodies smoothly gliding against each other as the wetness served as the lubricant. Then he fiercely fucked me, until he shouted, “My God, I’m bursting!” I felt him melt inside me, and the swishing and slurping sounds became more intense as much of his come had filled me and squished out. What a sweet mess it all was. The smell of raw sex filled the room.