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shaft as I gently rubbed and squeezed his balls. Then I started to suck and nibble on the very end of his cock, hardening my grip on his tightening balls. When he moaned I took his entire shaft down my throat, increasing the tempo, water running down my back. I could feel my own clit getting wet and throbbing with anticipation.
    Just as I could feel him starting to come, I gently started over, licking up and down his shaft, occasionally nibbling his balls. That teased his cock enormously. Since I had started fingering my clit, my own excitement mounted. When he couldn’t take any more, he ordered me to bend over. I gladly obliged, loving the feeling of his superhard cock when he first drives it into my soaking pussy. He started driving his cock into my throbbing pussy, water spraying down on us as we both moaned in ecstacy. As he drove his shaft deeper and harder into my pulsating vagina, I couldn’t take it any longer. The feeling was too intense. I came in waves, letting out a scream of passion, cresting and breaking the waves of desire. As he felt my pussy tighten and listened to my screams of delight, he could take no more. I felt his own pulsating organ explode as he drove it as deep inside me as he could, moaning in pleasure, pumping his cock in and out of me until we both collapsed, weak-kneed and happy. I turned around and put my mouth to his cock again, starting from the base and working my way up. When I reached the head, I ever so lightly rolled my tongue around in circles, slowly and gently, licking and licking until I felt myself begin to get aroused once more. Judging from the size and hardness of his cock, so was he.
    He grabbed me, carried me out of the bathroom, and threw me onto the bed. Passion burned in his eyes as he commanded me, in a husky voice, to lie on my back. I gladly obliged, and once more he drove his cock deep into my wet, silky depths. I moved my hips to match his, watching his body gleam with sweat, knowing that this man was mine. As I felt myself getting ready to explode again, I drove my hips into his, once again groaning with pleasure at watching his cock entering me, driving in and out, my wetness covering his shaft. And I exploded with multiple orgasms that came in ripples, like waves crashing onto the shore. Feeling those multiple vibes was too much for him, and he drove that beautiful shaft deep into my cunt, which only extended my pleasure, making me drive my hips into his with such a fury, I thought at least one of us would have bruises. As we came down from our passion-filled glory, he collapsed on top of me, kissing me deeply, driving his tongue down my throat. I never feel happier or more satisfied than I do after making it with my lover. If only I could get him to experiment with the kinkier side of sex, though I can’t imagine it getting any better than it is now.
    —R. P., Vermont
    Letter to a Friend
    I am writing this with the hope that a very special person will see it and know how much I need him in my life. The day I decided to become my friend’s lover was one of the best days of my life. My husband had always said I was frigid because I couldn’t come with him—but my friend showed me that wasn’t true.
    We decided on a hotel for the first night we would be together. He arrived first and arranged for everything we would need. When I got there, the first thing he did was compliment me on how I looked. Then he kissed me and made me feel very special. He didn’t rush me at all. First he kissed my lips, then my neck. He worshiped my large breasts and nipples, then he sat me on the bed and proceeded to eat my pussy for hours. He never once pushed me into having sex with him. He was content just to caress me and eat my pussy all night long. I fell asleep at some point during the night. When I woke up, we made love slowly. I came twelve times that night—pretty good for a frigid woman. Thank you, my friend. You will always be very special to me.
    —R. E.,