FOREWORD (74 page)

By the way, the underpanties of a woman are the most stimulating thing for me and I always try to see them through girls’ pants.

On with fantasies: It’s a Friday night and I’m in a Volkswagen buggy with the lady whose underpanties I masturbate with. She’s a close friend of my mom’s and I have to spend the weekend at her house, because my parents are going away. This lady, whose name is Ann, has a husband, but he’s away on business. Anyway, in the car Ann says,

“Andrew, how would you like to spend the weekend making love?” I grab one of her tits, fondle it and say yes.

She parks and in her house, I start feeling her butt and cunt. Once in her bedroom, she strips me and kisses my seven-inch-long erection (we measured). Then I take off her shirt and bra, and start sucking her tits. She has an orgasm, and I can feel the dampness through her pants. Then she pulls Men In Love

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off her pants and I pull off my pants. As I start to eat her out, she turns me around and starts sucking my cock in the sixty-nine position. We go on and have a simultaneous orgasm. We spend the rest of the weekend fucking away.

Fantasy Two: A family friend of ours is alone at our house with me. She is lying in the sun reading
The Happy Hooker
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She is wearing a dress with no panties. I am reading near her.

When I look at her, she is fingering her cunt. Then she sits up, looks at me, asks me if I “want a taste,” and then spreads her legs. I go and eat out her super blackhaired cunt. I flick her clitoris with my tongue, until she comes in about four minutes. Then we start walking to her bedroom, my finger banging her all the way. Once on her bed she takes off my bathing suit and gives me a fantastic blow job. After we rest a while we fuck in all sorts of positions. I even butt fuck her.

We get dressed because my mother is coming home.

Fantasy Three: There is a special whorehouse where the whores are cheerleaders at my school, and the madam is the girls’ PE coach. My entire identity is changed. An hour with one of the girls costs only a quarter. The patron gets to strop and screw them. This proves very funny, because I know all the cheerleaders very well.

SHEP

I’m 16, son of an ex-minister. I mean “ex” because he passed away a little while ago. I played baseball for a while, but we moved.

I’ve been wanting to express my fantasies to someone, but thought that if I did, I’d be called a queer or something.

I had one exciting thing happen to me that I still wonder about. I was in the seventh or eighth grade and I was walking down the hall. As I was nearing the girls’ restroom, there were a lot of people in the doorway. Some girl I didn’t even know called me over to ask me something. She was older and Nancy Friday

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big. She grabbed me by the arm and pushed me into the girls’

john, and the girls inside slammed the door, and tried to keep me from getting out! I musta been an idiot! But I finally got out and raved about what I saw (but I didn’t see a thing). But I keep fantasizing about what could have happened if I had stayed. I’d let go of the door and start to walk around the restroom. Most of the girls start screaming, but the others tell them to shut up. One of the girls is one good piece. She tells me to come here, so I walk over and she and I start kissing.

While we’re kissing, I’m unbuttoning her blouse and she isn’t wearing a bra and was she big! I turned her around so her back was to me and pulled her to me that way, so I could massage her breasts and kiss her on the neck. But then we get carried away, and she takes my arm and guides my hand down her pants. Wow! She was wetter than a whore and panting like a dog in the sun. Some other girl came over and started taking down my pants. And then another girl came over suddenly and yanks down the first girl’s pants and starts giving her head, and she’s moaning and groaning and I’m going out of my mind with horniness at this whole thing. So I just grab the nearest thing which happened to be a very pretty girl who was a cheerleader. She was excited by the whole thing she saw, because she was breathing heavy and besides, I could see her out of the corner of my eye when I was massaging the other girl’s tits, and she was masturbating. So I just grabbed her and we were on the floor next thing I knew.

I thrust it in and were we flying! Then we rolled over with her on top, which I enjoy (in the fantasy, because I’ve never fucked before, but look forward to it very much!). And I’ve heard if you work a finger up a girl’s ass while you’re fucking, she’ll climb you all the way. But in fantasy, we both climax together and of course there’s a commotion at the door, which scares me shitless, and I yank up my pants and go to the door, and pretend I’ve been trying to get out all along.

Most of my fantasies involve relatives (sisters, sisters-in-law and their sisters, etc.), and they about all go like this: Men In Love

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We’re all at a reunion and we’re walking around and we go inside where it’s cooler. (In this fantasy, I’ve never been at this house before.) I catch sight of a Penthouse and leaf through it. For some reason a young niece wants to look too.

So we’re sitting pretty close and looking at nude women. I see this picture of a guy holding a woman upside down licking her cunt, while she sucks him. I show it to her to see how’d she react. “How about trying it?” I’m no fool to pass this up so I say yes, but I’m stuttering. But we gotta go where we’re not seen. They got a big closet which has a chair in it to reach up on the shelves. So we go in there. We undress each other and I sit in the chair and pick her up by the waist and up she goes, putting her knees on the side of my head. I almost die of a coronary, because the door opens suddenly and it’s my sister’s girl friend. Why she came I’ll never know. But she’s one piece! She smiles and quietly comes in and closes the door, and undresses, and joins us. She’s so beautiful, I just have to stop and work on her. I kiss and lick her nipples until they stand out like bullets. Then I kiss and lick down her front to her crotch. My first friend is masturbating, but comes over and grabs this girl’s tits. After a few minutes, we’re in a daisy chain, fucking, sucking and licking, till everybody is exhausted.

I’ve been writing this in front of my whole family while watching TV, but nobody knew what I’m writing.

MILT

It would please me immensely to know that I have shared my thoughts with other people and maybe even helped someone.

I was a bit hesitant at writing you because I am only fifteen. I have had “dirty thoughts” as long as I can remember. I explored sexually with some little girl friends of mine from the time I was four to nine. I kind of forgot about it until I discovered masturbation at eleven. I have a very Nancy Friday

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powerful sex drive, but I am still a virgin. I have engaged in relations as far as one can go without actually having intercourse. After each of these sessions, I have to masturbate to relieve my pent-up desire.

I think there must be others like me, but I’m not always sure. I masturbate quite often, whenever and wherever the desire hits me. I masturbate more than anyone I know, a minimum of once a day, an average of twice to three times a day, and on some days, four or five times. Only two of my friends have ever told me they masturbate, but neither of them mentioned fantasizing, although I’m sure they do.

Neither of them masturbate nearly as much as I do and showed a little surprise when I told them of my activities. My fantasies range far and wide, from animals to girls to other guys. Sometimes I know the people, sometimes I don’t.

1. Our next-door neighbor, who I make much more desirable in my dream, is sunbathing in her backyard. I climb the fence and watch her for a while. Her family is conveniently away. She is on her stomach, but she rolls over on her back. I approach from the direction of the sun and kneel down and put my hand between her legs. She never looks over, but parts her legs wider. I caress her breasts and clitoris until she is quite lubricated, and then I perform cunnilingus to her and then fuck her. When I am done, I climb back over the fence, all the while she never looks to see who I was.

2. There are two girls on my swim team who are thirteen and just starting to mature. They are under my command, and I tell them to strip for me and the one who strips the best gets to be in charge of pleasing me. The first girl, Penelope, who is not quite as pretty, slowly strips down to her minute nylon panties which I have seen her in and displays her budding breasts. Kim is prettier and I have already decided she will win, even though Penelope is trying hard. Kim strips down to her small bikini briefs and displays her better figure and firmer breasts. Penelope then turns around and pulls down her small panties, revealing her tight little ass. She turns Men In Love

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around, exposing her almost hairless cunt and sits down next to me and spreads her legs. Kim, not to be outdone, does the same, but her cunt is more hairy and to me more stimulating.

If I have not come by cow, they both sit down next to me and play with my cock and balls until I come.

I don’t enjoy fantasizing about masochistic or sadistic actions, but I do occasionally think about other guys and the size of their cocks.

I know I would enjoy enacting all of my fantasies, except the homosexual fantasies.

CECIL

I am sixteen and still a virgin. My family is very religious and sex is a “no-no.” To overcome my desire for sex, I fantasize. It is not the best replacement, but it will have to do.

While I fantasize, I usually masturbate. I started masturbating at the age of twelve. From then I have had a wide selection of fantasies to choose from.

I live in an apartment house. The family on the floor above me are married for about five years. The man is an average-sized man. He is not sexy at all. His wife, however, has beautifully round, full tits. She is also packed with a great, sexy ass, and fully formed hips.

As I go to sleep at night, I see their bedroom light on. It remains on deep into the wee hours of the night. The curtain is partially open, but I cannot see anything from the lower floor. As I watch the light, I fantasize what the couple are doing. In my fantasy they are both naked, sprawling on the bed. He is between her legs, sucking her pussy. The more he sucks, the more she wants him to fuck her. He doesn’t stop.

He licks her clit while inserting a finger into her asshole. She comes after a few minutes, and he sucks her juice up.

As if they read each other’s minds, they both got ready to fuck. He was on top of her, his prick erect – only five and a half inches, but it was very thick. He got right down to work.

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In ten minutes, they were finished fucking. They were both fulfilled.

I fantasize that I go on the roof to see what they are doing.

I see the act. But when they finish, he goes to the john; and she goes to the window. She looks up to the roof and sees me.

Our eyes meet, and we look at each other for a few seconds.

Then she goes back in, closing the curtains.

The next morning, I go to their floor and wait till the husband leaves. After he is gone, I knock on the door. She opens the door and sees me there. I put my foot in the door before she could close it.

“You fucking bastard,” she called me, “what the hell were you doing up there last night?” She assaulted me with a row of curses as I pushed my way into the room. She kept on cursing. When she finished, she was nervous and out of breath.

I put my arm around her waist. “How about a drink?” She agreed, saying that she needed one. She went in the living room and told me to fix her the drink. I did, brought it to her, and sat down next to her. I put my arm around her and cupped my hand over her soft, pillowy boob. I told her that she was beautiful and that I loved her. She kissed me on the cheek, and I returned the kiss – on the lips. The kisses became frequent. I got a big hard-on. As I started to take her blouse off, she regained her senses. She told me to stop. Of course, I didn’t stop. I pushed her on the couch and jumped on her. I removed her blouse and started taking her bra off.

Again her personality changed, and she helped me get it off. I got up and we went into her bedroom. It was a spacious room with two double beds. She got on the first bed, half-naked, her tits blossomed with small, pointy, brown nipples. I put my head into the softness of her breasts, kissing each nipple.

Her nipples were at least an inch long. I squeezed her tits together and licked the valley between them. She was feeling around, trying to get my cock out of my pants. She fidgeted around and worked my boner out. It was bigger than it is in Men In Love

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normal life (six inches) – it was eight inches long. She rubbed it in her hands and felt my balls.

I got her pants down, and she removed her panties herself.

She had a gorgeous cunt. She was very wet, and her dark pubic hair was soaked in her juices. I told her to wait a second as I stripped. I got between her thighs and I started fucking her. Up and down with my eight-incher, I fucked her for a half-hour straight. I made her come ten times before the half-hour was over.

I would come up every day after this and fuck her – a new method each time. I’d suck her, fuck her doggie style, let her fuck me, fuck her ass, and any way we knew how. By this time I have masturbated all over the place.

I have other fantasies, but they are all quite similar. I never fantasize about homos though I like reading about lesbians.

DALE

In essence, I have one favorite fantasy. It is entirely fictional, as I have never been married: I was living with a woman who I had never had sex with because neither of us had taken the initiative. I, for my part, was shy and reserved; she was afraid of becoming pregnant or losing her virginity or some such funny notion. A friend I talked to often was aware of my situation and thought it rather strange that for five years of marriage my wife and I had never copulated. So, without my knowledge, he arranged a meeting in this sex court, where sex problems are worked out. The day after he did this, he made a date for himself and his wife and me and my wife for dinner. When the day arrived, my wife and I went to the predetermined place. I parked the car and we went inside, expecting to see a restaurant as the sign outside implied. But to our amazement, we saw what resembled a small courtroom. Presiding over the judge’s seat was an attractive woman of about thirty-two years. When we stepped in she said, “You must be Mr. and Nancy Friday