I was shopping at the local discount store about four months ago when I bumped into a former customer at my old video store, which I have since sold. I’ll call her Eve. She’s a very slim and charming woman in her mid forties, and she was always one of my favorite customers. Naturally we struck up a conversation and started shopping together. When we were through, I helped her load her purchases into her van. Eve’s van is one of those expensive custom made jobs, a true pleasure den on wheels.

Well, the conversation is interesting, and before long we’re inside the van, the A/C is on and Eve is breaking out some white wine coolers. One subject leads to another and suddenly the topic is sex. Eve is becoming more direct, and I begin to wonder what’s up. I don’t really know this woman, so I figure, what the hell, since she’s being direct I’ll be direct too. The worst she can do is throw me out of the van and I’ll be no worse off than I was before.

Eve said, “What’s your fantasy, Sal?” I went for broke. “Eating pussy, Eve,” I said. “I love to dream about eating pussy, slowly licking it and savoring it.” My voice trailed off as we stared at each other in silence. Then, without a word, Eve closed the window blinds, shutting out the outside world, and locked the doors. My heart began to pound as she sat down opposite me in the captain’s chair.

With a lustful smile she removed her pants and panties. She leaned back, and as she parted her legs, she ran her hands seductively along her thighs, inviting me to make a move. Moving forward, I kissed the palms of her hands and ran my own hands up her legs to her pussy. Eve’s legs are so firm, so smooth to the touch.

Soon I was licking her creamy thighs. I could smell her musky aroma, and it made me light headed. I was slow and deliberate. Lovingly I licked her, my tongue foraging in her curly pussy hair. I gave her long tongue strokes along her outer vaginal lips. All the while Eve was caressing my hair and head and making little moans of pleasure. All of a sudden, she grabbed my head firmly. “Oh God, I can’t stand it. Eat me now!”

I repositioned myself on the floor so I could grab her ass. As I pulled her forward, she steered my head to her cunt. I drove my tongue deep into her and then brought it up to her clitoris. I swabbed her clit and opened my mouth wide to engulf her cunt as best I could. As she pressed my face even closer, I grabbed her ass, bringing her cunt higher and deeper into my face.

Eve was sobbing with uncontrollable pleasure. Her pussy tasted so good. My face remained fastened to her glorious cunt. I felt her hands leave my head and her legs open wider as I lifted her deeper into my mouth. Soon her body stiffened, her legs clamped around my ears and she had a thundering climax.

But that wasn’t enough for me, and I continued to lick and suck. Eve was stunned. Her breathing was quick and she spoke in spurts. “My God, I can’t believe it. You’re still eating my cunt. Please, Sal, don’t stop…I love your tongue…I want it all.” I was still adoring her lovely cunt, absorbed in my own fantasy world, and I hadn’t noticed that Eve had stripped off the rest of her clothing.

As she continued her moans of joy, she alternated between stroking my head and stroking her body. When her juices started to flow once more, I leaned back toward the bench seat, clutching her ass and taking her with me. Then I took a finger and drove it into her ass, sucking her clit hard at the same time. Eve came again and again, finally falling back into the captain’s chair, spent and exhausted.

I stared at her as she ran her hands up and down her body, cupping her cunt and dipping her fingers into it, then running them up to her mouth and licking them dry. What a body she has. So firm, so beautiful. Eve couldn’t stop telling me how much she loved my tongue. All I could do was smile and remove my pants.

“Oh darling, my pleasure!” she exclaimed. She attacked my cock, engulfing it in one gulp. Needless to say, I came in seconds. She sucked me dry, and then our lips met in an erotic kiss. Devilishly she said, “You are hot for pussy, aren’t you, baby?” With that she grabbed my balls and sucked my cock off a second time. It was wonderful. A true oral fantasy come true!

I thought that would be it, but two days later Eve called and asked me to meet her at this motel. When I got there, she was sipping wine. She looked up at me and said, “I don’t know what I’m doing here. I have to go.” This was crazy. I wasn’t going to let her walk out of my life now. I slammed the door shut, locked it and attached the safety chain. Then I looked straight at her.

“You know why you’re here,” I said. “You’re here for the same reason I’m here. Now I want you to strip.”

“Are you serious?”

“Dead serious. I’m waiting.”

Eve stared back, but I stood my ground. She then dropped her keys to the floor and stripped naked. “Now come to me,” I commanded. “Undress me.” When she was finished I pushed her down to her knees and pushed my erect cock in her mouth. When I came, Eve gulped down every drop. I settled back on the bed and said, “Sit on my face, Eve. Sit your cunt down here right now.” Eve smiled with delight.

I ate her, we ate each other in a sixty nine, and then we fucked each other silly. That was four months ago and we’re still going strong. All this sex has even caused me to lose weight! We read Variations and try everything from exhibitionism to golden showers. I never knew sex could be this good!

Mr. P.Z., Indiana

Ann and I had been married for eight years, sleeping together for ten. By that time we had discovered a mutual joy in oral and anal sex as well as in more conventional positions and variations. But this was to be our first foray into the world of bondage.

After a ravenous kiss, I led her tenderly to the bed, freed her of her nightie as if unwrapping a fragile, priceless gift and put her gently down on her back. She did not resist as I first drew one arm up and out and secured it with a necktie to the brass bedstead, then did the same with the other arm. A moment later her legs, too, were bound. She was spread eagled, helpless.

For a few aching moments I feasted my gaze on her as she tugged against her bonds. Her skin was still flushed from the hot tub, her nipples stiff and aroused with passion as she writhed against the ties. Any attempt to close her thighs was, of course, futile. Her dark, thick thatch of pubic hair showed just a flash of aroused pink in its heart. My cock, my entire body, burned with desire for her, but I was determined to make this last.

Ann watched me with a mingling of fear and anticipation as I shed my robe, baring my thrusting cock, which was rigid with hunger. When I reached for her, she closed her eyes and, with a throaty moan, abandoned herself to me.

My hands closed on her soft, dainty breasts, and I toyed with the rigid peaks of her nipples as I kissed her, ravishing her mouth with my tongue before moving lower to suckle at her tits. Sliding one hand down her still damp flesh, I felt her muscles writhing in reaction to the stimulation. My hand curled over the mound of her sex, her bush wiry against my palm. She bucked upward with her hips, but I tantalized her by moving my touch away from the core of her pleasure.

Stroking her flanks as if soothing a jittery thoroughbred, I mouthed one throbbing tit, then the other. My cock was a bar of red hot desire tugging at my groin. I felt her straining against the ties that bound her and nipped at her nipples, wringing a hot groan from her. Her helplessness was an incredible stimulation for us both. She was at my mercy and she knew it, and we both knew I wasn’t going to let her off easily.

Climbing over the straining length of her smooth, graceful leg, I traced a line of licking kisses down her body. Pausing at her navel, I tongued that sensitive hollow, my beard brushing her tender skin. The cry this wrenched from her was enough to raise my hackles.

Reaching up, I pinched her tits again and licked my way lower, teasingly, tantalizingly, over the soft swell of her belly. Her bush brushed my chin, tickling my cheeks, as I teased her higher and higher.

As I licked at the sensitive insides of her thighs, my fingers finally combed her pussy hair, parting her labia to expose the glistening inner petals of her sex. The hooded pearl of her clitoris beckoned, and my mouth watered. My groin ached with the desire to plunge into that hot tunnel.

“Please,” Ann moaned.

I dipped my head and licked tantalizingly at her clitoris. “What?” I asked.

“Please,” she pleaded louder, her hips heaving.

I grasped her high on the thighs, pinning her to the bed, my thumbs inches from her steaming pussy. “What do you want?” I asked fiendishly, blowing on her overheated pussy.

“Oh, God!” she erupted at the next touch of my tongue. “Give it to me!”

I licked again. “What?”

“Give it to me,” she moaned, her hips churning, her whole body heaving against her bonds and my grip on her pelvis. The bed rattled and groaned with the strain of holding her immobile.

“Give you what?” I demanded, wanting to hear her say it. And all the while my own hunger was tearing me up inside.

“Your cock!” she erupted. “Fuck me with your cock!”

Oh, how much I wanted to plunge my rod into her steaming flesh, but still I held back. “Ask nicely.”

“Please,” she moaned.

Unable to restrain myself a moment longer, I moved up over my wife and aimed my aching prick at her. With one thrust I buried myself to the hilt in her hot, slick channel. Twisting her nipples, I stroked deep inside her, my entire body ablaze with the overwhelming feel of her hot carnal embrace. Her hips surged up off the bed to the extent the ties allowed, meeting my drives eagerly.

Neither of us lasted long after that. Our lengthy foreplay had brought us to the brink, and a few deep strokes were enough to push us over the edge. Together we were rocked by the most intense orgasm either of us had ever felt. It seemed to go on forever, and yet it was over much too soon for either of us.

Mr. C.H., California

My girlfriend, Terri, is a very strict disciplinarian. She has found an extremely effective means of gaining complete control over me. Once she discovered my little secret, Terri could not resist making the best of it.

One Friday, I arrived home from work to find her attired in a knee length straight skirt, a blazer, a ruffled silk blouse and stiletto pumps. Her long brown hair was piled atop her head, and a very prim pair of glasses was perched upon her beautiful nose. Menacingly she tapped her palm with a long wooden rule.

“All right, young man,” Terri snapped, “get upstairs this instant and get out of those clothes. It’s time for your bath.” My mouth fell open in shock. “And no back talk, or I’ll tan your behind.”

Meekly I went upstairs into the bedroom and stripped down to my birthday suit. Terri followed soon after, her heels clicking up the stairs and down the hall. “Has little Willie been playing with himself again?” she asked. To my utter dismay, I had a raging hard on. “We’ll have to cure you of that, you naughty boy. But first, it’s bat time, and you need a scrubbing.”

My girlfriend led me into the bathroom. A tub full of steaming, sudsy water had been prepared, and I soon found myself immersed in bubbles and struggling against Terri’s vigorous brushing. She paid special attention to my genitals, massaging my cock and balls while talking to me in soothing tones. The hornier I got, the more I fell completely under her power. I didn’t even bother to object when she insisted that “all that nasty body hair” absolutely had to be removed from “baby.”

After the bath, Terri dried me off with thick pink towels and powdered my smooth, hairless body. She made me crawl back into the bedroom and lie on my back on the bed. She produced a diaper from a basket and slid it under my bottom. With big pink safety pins, she encased my cock in the soft cloth. Next my girlfriend fed me warm milk from a bottle.

“I think baby might prefer to be breast fed,” she said after a while. I gurgled in the affirmative, and she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, unhooked her lacy white bra and bared her luscious nipples. I sucked greedily on her magnificent tits, nibbling at her tender nipples and pulling on them with my hungry lips. Terri’s fingers disappeared beneath her very proper skirt, and the liquid sound of her fingers in her pussy joined the slurping noises I made as I orally worshipped her tits. Before long Terri was carried away into orgasmic bliss.

After she had rested, Terri reached down and felt the enormous erection beneath my diaper. “I warned that baby would have to be punished if he was naughty,” she scolded. She sat upright on the bed and pulled me over her lap. Exposing my bare bottom, she retrieved her ruler and proceeded to blister my poor ass. Before long I exploded, sending globs of hot come into my diaper.

I spent the remainder of that night, and many others, with my reddened ass tucked away in diapers. Terri makes me eat my meals in an oversized high chair and puts me in a playpen on weekends while she goes shopping. Of course, my body is kept hairless.

That first night of babyhood was more than six months ago, and while I was embarrassed then as well as aroused sexually, today I am only aroused by her treatment of me. Quite by accident she discovered the secret to my sexuality and, happily for me, she chose to use that discovery to give us both a unique kind of pleasure.

Mr. I.M., New York

I’ve been a voyeur for as long as I can remember, and I’m convinced that watching others engaged in sexual activities has greatly increased my appreciation of sex itself!

My earliest recollection of seeing people having sex goes back to when my college roommate and two of his buddies were able to get a friend, Daisy, who they called “easy,” back to our dorm. I was anxiously tagging along, but when we arrived at the front door, I was firmly told to get lost! Grumbling, I started down the walk away from the building. After a minute or so, I doubled back quietly, went between the shrubs and looked in a window.

Daisy and the three guys were standing in the room, talking and laughing together. After a few minutes, Jay, my roommate, put his arm around Daisy’s shoulders and kissed her. Then all three began moving their hands over her breasts and ass and between her legs. I could see she was enjoying being fondled. In a little while they broke apart and the guys said something to Daisy, who laughed and moved to the center of the room while the three guys sat down.

She stood in front of them, unbuttoned her blouse and slipped out of it. Then she peeled off her jeans and paused, clad only in her bra and panties. When she took the bra off, her breasts looked like two creamy cones with a cherry at each tip. After sliding her panties down her thighs and stepping out of them, she posed for a few seconds so the boys could get a good look. She laughed and said something to the guys, each of whom jumped up and pulled his clothes off quickly. I could see that each had a hard on!

Then Daisy got on the couch and spread her legs, saying something to Jay, who right away got on top of her and eased his cock into her pussy. After just a few strokes, he tensed for a brief time and then collapsed on her. In a minute or so, he got off and one of the others climbed on. It went on like this for quite a while until they were too tied to do any more, at which time I quietly left.

Afterward I relived what I had seen, especially the looks of extreme pleasure on each of the participants. I remember thinking that sex was certainly the greatest experience in the world. As I think back now to what I saw, the sex was rather unsophisticated. Still, it was the event that set me on the path to great expectations of voyeurism enjoyment.

Ever since, I’ve been looking for opportunities to see others having sex. Around dusk I often go to the local lovers’ lane and hide, sometimes climbing a tree and perching on a low branch. Sometimes my efforts are rewarded and I get to see a couple enjoying each other. But since they are usually doing it in cars, I do not get to see much real action, though I have seen a lot of bare breasts being fondled and sucked.

Soon after I got my first house with some friends, I watch our next door neighbors as they fucked outside in their fenced in patio. I was straightening up the storage area over the garage. There were no windows up there, but a large louvered opening let light and air into the area. After working for about an hour, I went over to the louvered opening to rest for a while. I had no sooner gotten seated when I noticed I could look down into the patio. And there were our young neighbors, Pia and Dick. Pia is an attractive brunette, about five foot three with an excellent figure, and her husband, Dick, is a good looking six footer. They were out sunning he wore only gym shorts and she was in a bikini.

Pia leaned over and began kissing Dick while one hand moved down his body and stopped only when his cock was under her palm. As the kiss became more intense, she started fondling her husband’s prick, which naturally began to harden. His arms went around her and he unfastened the clasp on her bikini top.

Still kissing her deeply, Dick eased Pia down onto her back and pushed the top off her tits. They were gorgeous and firm and full with pink areolas. I really couldn’t see her nipples, but I imagined they were hard by now. Then Dick kissed her neck and shoulders and began sucking on her breasts.

In the meantime, he had slid a hand down and was caressing his wife’s pussy through her bikini. As his hand moved over her cunt, she spread her legs more and more. After a few minutes of mouthing her tits and fondling her pussy, Dick stood up, grabbed hold of Pia’s bikini and pulled it off her legs. He then took off his shorts, and I could see his erection.

Dick lay down next to Pia again and their mutual fondling became more frantic. I was almost out of my mind, because I had a great view of her bare cunt. But then Dick got on top of her, slid his cock in and started pumping. Pia’s legs rose into the air. Even though I could no longer see their sex organs, the view was extremely arousing! A few more moments went by and then Dick started pumping faster. Then his entire body stiffened for several seconds and he collapsed on top of her.

After a while he rolled off her and said, “Honey, that was a fantastic fuck!” Pia leaned over, kissed him and agreed, saying, “It was for me, too. But we’d better not get too much sun today.” With that, they gathered their few clothes and went into the house. I waited a short time and then quietly finished cleaning up the storage area. When my housemates returned from a picnic they’d gone on, they told me they’d had a great time and it was my fault I had missed all the fun. I don’t think they understood the big grin that statement brought to my face!

Mr. K.L., Arizona

A friend of mine recently gave me a copy of your magazine, and I was really astounded to learn that you publish such interesting articles and letters. I will be a frequent reader along with my wife. In fact, she insisted that I write this letter, and she expects to read it in a future issue of Variations.

My wife, Lucille, refers to me as her “little femmy slave” when talking to our friends. She knows how much I want to please her and that I will obey her at all times. It all began when she caught me dressed in female clothes with a hooker. I had heard about this place that catered to desires such as mine.

I went there and found a mistress who loved to dress me up in long wigs and pretty dresses and then let me masturbate for her. I did this for about a year and kept it a secret from my wife. She suspected something for a long time and finally followed me to the house one Saturday afternoon. I had progressed to the point of going out dressed as a female with my hooker friend, and when we left the building my wife confronted us. She demanded that I get in the car and drive home dressed like that or she would call the police. I did exactly what she asked.

When we got home she asked why I was paying for such treatment when she would be happy to give it to me for free. I began to cry and told her I had wanted her for a long time to feminize me. My life changed a lot that day.

Lucille began taking me shopping for new female clothes. I had to wear light makeup, some eye shadow and mascara. She told all the store clerks that the clothes were for me and even had me try some on in the store. I soon got over being embarrassed and loved every minute of it.

My best day was when Lucille dressed me in a beautiful pink sweater and skirt outfit with pink pantyhose and black high heels. I had to put on full makeup with earrings and other jewelry. Then she took me out to the car with my normal male haircut. It was upsetting me to be taken outside made to look like a male in women’s clothes. We got in the car and drove to the largest wig store in our area. She announced to the manager that she wanted to find several pretty wigs for her husband and didn’t care if it took all day.

That was one of the wildest sex days of my life. I must have tried on at least fifty wigs. The best part was that my wonderful wife made me change eye shadow and lipstick color to match every wig I had on. I came six times that day and was rewarded by being allowed to take home three lovely wigs.

Our sex life has never been greater, as we both love oral sex. I obey Lucille’s every wish. She has said that she wants me to put on one of my sexy dresses and long blonde wigs and pick up a young male to bring home. She’d like to watch me suck his cock and then take him up my ass. I am her slave, so it’s only a matter of time. I feel that she owns me and keeps me as her pet. Last week I even got my ears pierced.

Lucille has read my letter and wants me to add that she is going to show me off to some of her old girlfriends this weekend. I have to look pretty all the time, as she wants to be proud of me. Now I’m going to close and ask her permission to masturbate again. But first I must brush my hair and fix my lipstick. A girl’s life is so nice!

Mr. R.D., Missouri

My wife and I really enjoy reading Variations. She even gave me a gift subscription. I thought your readers might enjoy hearing how we spent a recent snowy day here in the Midwest.

It began on a Saturday morning right after breakfast. Lulu was still in her nightie and panties, and I was just in a bathrobe. She told me that today was going to be her day and to do as I was told. She then removed her lacy panties and told me to put them on. I hesitated, so she quickly had me step into them. I loved it. I was horny anyway, and my cock quickly sprang to attention.

Lulu then handed me a satin nightshirt of hers and told me to put in on while she went upstairs to get some things together. The feel of the satin and the panties kept my cock hard as a rock.

After about ten minutes, my wife called to me to come upstairs. As I entered the bedroom, she was standing next to the bed in a black lace teddy and holding a ping pong paddle. She told me to get on the bed on my hands and knees. She pulled my panties down and gave me a hard smack on my ass while telling me to do as I was told or there would be more smacks.

She then had me stand up and strip, and while she stroked my hard, dripping cock, she promised me a fucking I would never forget. She then dressed me in black hose, a black garter belt and a sheer black nightie. Needless to say, I was putty in her hands, what with the sexy feel of the clothes and her stroking my hard prick. I was game for anything.

Lulu told me to close my eyes and then led me to her full length mirror so I could look at myself. What I saw was a real turn on for both of us. As she led me back to the bed, she told me to have a cigarette and she would return shortly. As I lay there smoking and rubbing myself, I wondered just what it was she had in mind for me.

Lulu walked into the room naked except for an eight inch dildo strapped around her waist. Quick as a wink she rolled me over and started greasing my asshole with KY jelly, telling me she was going to fuck me good. She rammed about half that dildo up my ass, which hurt like hell and felt good at the same time. After about five minutes of this, she pulled out of my ass, rolled me over, removed her dildo and, straddling me, sank her wet pussy onto my aching cock. I exploded immediately, filling her creamy cunt with what seemed like a gallon of come.

Lulu stood up, and with my come dripping from her cunt, sat on my face and ordered me to eat her. She came in less than a minute and then rolled off me. Both of us were exhausted.

After about twenty minutes, she got the baby oil and put herself spread eagled on the bed. She pulled her cunt lips apart and had me rub the baby oil on her clit until she came again. She then sat on my chest, facing my cock, and rubbed baby oil all over my genitals. After just a few minutes, I was ready to come again. I nearly left the bed, so strong was my orgasm.

Lulu and I kissed and cuddled, telling each other how much we loved each other. We really love our marriage, and we are best friends as well as husband and wife. We also have a fantastic sex life, as this letter proves. So if your readers get bored on cold, snowy days, we advise them to try some new sex games. They will soon be wishing for more wintry weather.

Mr. D.P., Minnesota

It was Super Bowl Sunday and my husband, Dirk, had invited one of his friends over to watch the game. Dirk and I had talked many times about trying a threesome, but we had never been in the right situation. Now, I had met Mel once before. He was good looking, and I fantasized about him and Dirk ravishing my body. So my husband and I decided that on Super Bowl Sunday, the three of us would play our own game.

Since we didn’t know how Mel would react, we had to have a game plan. First we put a healthy stack of our juiciest Variations in plain sight. Then I put on this sexy fringe shirt that barely covers my firm tits (when I lean over, not much is left to the imagination). To match the shirt I wore a short denim skirt without any panties so that I could flash my men when the time was right.

Well, Mel showed up after the game had been on for a few minutes. After we had polished off a couple of beers, he reached over and picked up a Variations from the coffee table. He started thumbing through it.

I kept leaning over the coffee table trying to tease Dirk and Mel. Mel would sit up to drink his beer, and he’d get a nice view of my exposed tits. The plan was coming along great!

As halftime neared, I was so hot my pussy was soaked and yearning for their hard cocks. The more I flashed them, the hotter I got. I could tell from their faces that they both wanted me as bad as I wanted them.

Suddenly Dirk grabbed me and pulled me into his lap. He slid his hand up under my skirt to get at my pussy. I was fighting back, trying not to be too easy. I could tell Mel was excited, but he didn’t seem to know quite how to handle the situation. Dirk then pulled his pussy soaked finger out from under my skirt and said, “Sure smells good” before he licked my juices from his finger. All Mel could say was, “Yeah, I can smell it too.”

Finally Mel grabbed my arms as Dirk spread my legs. The feeling of two strong men “overpowering” me was fantastic. As Dirk started stroking my wet cunt harder and faster, Mel started playing with my tits. I was in heaven. My nipples were so hard I couldn’t stand it. Mel finally lowered his hot lips to them and sucked and chewed them wildly at about the same time Dirk shoved his eager tongue deep in my pussy. I moaned louder and louder as they traded places. Then Dirk suggested we make good use of our bouncy waterbed.

The football game was completely forgotten as Mel carried me to the bedroom with my husband right behind him. He put me on the waterbed and then put just the head of his prick between my waiting pussy lips. While he was teasing my cunt, I sucked Dirk’s throbbing cock. As Mel watched me sucking my husband, he plunged his cock so deep inside me that I thought I had melted into a sizzling hot dream and would never come back to reality.

My pussy pulsated and squeezed his cock as my mouth squeezed Dirk’s. They came almost together, my husband’s come filling my mouth and covering my face as Mel pumped his cream into my cunt. As Mel lay on top of me, he kissed me with the utmost passion and licked Dirk’s come off my face and neck. What a turn on!

Dirk and Mel got hard again and we started all over again. It wasn’t until Dirk got the score on the late night news that we knew who won the Super Bowl!

Ms. S.B., Mississippi

Well, it finally happened. I’ve been waiting years for something exciting to happen to me so I could share with you all the details. Last night the vigil ended.

Myself and some other guys were pulling guard duty at a certain military installation in Kentucky. Due to the makeup of the unit, we always have a medic assigned to us. More times than not, the medic is some homely chick who looks (and acts) like she joined the service to get a man. But not Suzanna.

This girl did not belong in the military. This wonder from heaven was movie star beautiful, with long golden hair and the bluest eyes imaginable. Need I say more?

Anyway, as is the “custom,” all the guys were in the blockhouse watching videos (yes, x rated), and the medic was, I thought, fast asleep in the ambulance. After about an hour of porn flicks, some of the guys went to bed on the cots next door, leaving only me and two other guys in the building. During one particular scene, where some blonde was deep throating some lucky guy, I blurted out, “I’d like to get that hot little medic down on me like that.”

I expected a favorable response from the other guys, but my comment was met with deadly silence. The only sound was the wet slurping coming from the TV. I soon found out why. Suzanna was sitting right behind me! I had been so engrossed in what was happening on the screen, I hadn’t even noticed her come in.

I was terrified. I was already contemplating my court martial for sexual harassment of a junior NCO. I made some kind of gurgle that was meant as an apology of sorts, but Suzanna turned beet red and ran out the door.

“Damn, Sarge, you really fucked up this time,” Barney said. “I can’t believe you said that to her,” added Sal. “You stepped on your balls hard.” The two guys wouldn’t let me get my thoughts together. I had to put for with their crap for an hour before they left.

After sitting alone for another hour, pondering my now defunct career, I heard the ambulance door slam and then there she was, standing in the doorway. I couldn’t tell if she was mad or still embarrassed.

She asked, “Where’d everyone go?” I was so scared I couldn’t respond. I almost said “To bed,” but the sexual connotations of the word “bed” caused me to think twice.

I apologized. A real apology. I fell all over myself for at least five minutes. Suzanna never said a word. She just burned me with those deep blue eyes of hers. After I finally shut up, she came inside and told me not to worry. “You’re not the first one,” she said.

Over a Coke we talked. She explained her problems as a female soldier and I listened. Then she said, “You were serious, weren’t you?” I said nothing. “Hey, it’s okay. I understand your problems, too.”

Then she smiled and let the tip of her tongue run over her pearly teeth. I must have moaned and squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, because the next thing I knew, she was in my lap. I could feel the heat of her thighs pressing against my steadily rising cock.

Suzanna felt it too. She put one hand behind my neck and pulled me to her breast. Her other hand began massaging my dick so tenderly. I was lost in a frenzy of desire. My heart and cock were both pounding from excitement. I felt like I was passing out.

Suzanna got up, unbuttoned my trousers and carefully pulled my cock out. When she began stroking me, I thought it was all over. A great glob of pre come had formed on my dick. This angel of mercy, realizing my situation, eased up on her stroking. She put her fingers in the glob and smeared it all over my dick. She slowly stroked me until I was more controllable. Then she looked up at me with those beautiful eyes and said, “Don’t push.”

I was engulfed, wrapped up snug by her mouth. I’d never felt such wetness. Her spit was dripping from the corners of her mouth. She took half my cock on the first gulp. Then each gulp after was a little deeper. Her golden hair bobbed up and down in my lap so slowly, it was hard to detect movement.

But my cock felt it. Her lips were puckered so tight that the flesh of my prick was indented and bulging around them. And she would change the pressure all along my slippery shaft. When she got to the ridge around my cockhead, she’d swirl her smooth tongue all over the head. Then slowly down again. Each time a little deeper. I could hear her breathing through her nose and felt the hot breath tickling my pubic hairs and burning my skin.

When I felt a slight resistance against my dickhead, I knew she was reaching her limit. But I was wrong. Suddenly her throat seemed to spread open and I felt the first inch or so of my cock being squeezed by her throat muscle. I bucked and almost ruined the best blowjob in history. But she had been prepared. She had both hands on my upper thighs and held me down.

After two or three more downward strokes with her hot little mouth and after her throat loosened some more, she began sucking. I couldn’t believe she could move her lips and tongue and open her throat at the same time. All the way up my cock, then the tongue swirl, then squeeze, squeeze, squeeze with the lips, and then that throat. Oh god, that throat! What a sensation! Better than any pussy I’d ever had in Germany or Korea.

I don’t know how long she went on like that. All I know is when she came up one time, she pulled her spit soaked mouth off my bulging cock and asked, “Here you go, Sarge, are you ready?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. She just rammed the whole six inches of my hard cock straight down her throat. When the head of my dick was buried in her esophagus, she hummed! One long, oh so long deep bass note hum!

It felt like I blasted a quart of hot, salty come down her gullet. And she never came up. She was still humming!

When I finally shot an entire week’s load of come down her throat, she slowly withdrew her steaming mouth from my cock. She ministered to it, however, for several more minutes. I can tell you she cleaned up the “mess” quite expertly.

When Suzanna raised herself up and placed her elbows on my thighs and looked at me, she had a tiny rivulet of come running down her upper lip, which she quickly wiped with my shirttail. After she put my trousers back in order, we talked for several minutes. Then she said, “Next time it’s my turn to sit back, okay?” I readily agreed. I go back out to the blockhouse in two days. I’m already working on reparations!

Mr. (Name and address withheld)