0 comments/ 27587 views/ 1 favorites Pen Pal Letters Ch. 01 By: Cybotic Dear David, When we were chatting online last month, you said you wanted us to start talking about our sex lives. I have to admit that I was pretty nervous about that. We've been able to talk about a lot of things, but this one is not easy. Even by my own standards, I can get pretty perverted. Then I got your last e-mail. You're at least as bad as I am. I'm pretty sure that a couple of the things you told me about are illegal. I'm thinking breaking and entering, at least. If you hadn't attached the pictures, I wouldn't have believed you. If you're gonna be that honest, I guess I owe it to you to be the same. Let me tell you about my first introduction to my wilder sexual side. I used to a mostly vanilla type of girl. It was a college boyfriend who showed me some new things during our senior year. During a Halloween party hosted by my dormitory, my boyfriend developed an urgent need to pee. There was already a long line for the men's restroom and he couldn't wait. I was an RA (Resident Assistant), so I couldn't stray too far from the party and the dormitory was all-female, so I couldn't even let him use the bathroom on my floor. There were some heavy bushes, almost a miniature forest, growing behind the dorms, separating the student population from a shopping district just off-campus. I suggested that he hide amongst them. As an RA, I shouldn't have even been allowing that, but he was desperate and the chances that he'd be caught were remote. I went with him to be a lookout, but it wasn't really necessary. That area was deserted. I could see the dorm lobby's back door, but I knew it was locked and nobody would be going out that way. I stood on the edge of the bushes and waited. I could be back inside the building in less than a minute if necessary. He was taking a really long time about it. I wasn't about to call out to him and let people know what was happening, so I risked following him into the bushes. I found him playing with his piss stream, trying to hit the lower branches of a small tree. He almost made it. I found the whole scene fascinating. The pressure forcing out his pee must have been considerable. From that point on, I started asking him to let me watch him pee whenever the opportunity arose. He found it just as much of a turn-on as I did. Eventually, he asked me if I would hold his cock. I could feel the rush of liquid running through his penis before it shot out into the toilet. One time, he snuck me into a men's restroom in a restaurant and I held him as he pissed in the urinal. I tried to jerk him off after that, but we were nearly caught. After we broke up, I talked a few other lovers and friends into letting me watch and participate when they peed. My friend Frank was really into it. He liked to pee on my body when we showered together. The first time he did it, I wasn't expecting it and I felt disgusted and dirty, but I eventually came to enjoy it. The feeling of hot piss sliding and splashing over your skin is unbelievable and the strong odor really gets the juices going. Another time, I had fixed myself a light snack and sat down to watch reruns on television when Frank came out of the bathroom wearing only a t-shirt. He stood over the little table I was using and pissed in my iced tea. It splashed everywhere, getting on my clothes and my tuna sandwich. I was furious. I was about to throw the iced tea in his face, glass and all, but I hesitated. I was curious as to what his pee would taste like. I had already been wondering before he did that, but I had been afraid to ask him. I knew he'd like the idea, but I was having enough trouble already trying to keep things under control. He liked the pee games so much, that's all he wanted to do. I enjoyed them myself, but I didn't want to make them the focus of my entire life. I sipped the iced tea. The taste was strong and salty and brought tears to my eyes, but I was feeling so excited and erotic at my own actions, I forced myself to drink the entire glass and even to eat the sandwich. After that, he was impossible to control, and I stopped trying. I started making plans to leave him and end our relationship, but in the meantime, I surrendered to him completely. I decided to fully explore this side of my desires with someone who would be forever willing to let me. I knew that when I finally did leave him, I would know myself a lot better. I let him pee all over my body whenever he needed to go. I would sit in the bathtub and beg for it. He would pee on my head and in my hair. He had me hold his cock and aim it at my own face. He started drinking lots of water to increase the number of times he could indulge himself. I came to even enjoy drinking his piss on a regular basis. Three or four times a week, he'd fill a glass for me to drink. I even took his cock into my mouth and let him pee down my throat. The only time I stopped him was when he wanted me to open up my pussy and let him pee directly into it. That was going too far. After he suggested that, I knew the time had come. I waited until he went to work, then I packed up my stuff and moved back to my own apartment. It will never become as important to me as it was to Frank, but I still enjoy the pee games once in a while. My current lover isn't into it at all, which is fine, but I don't expect this relationship to last forever. I know that he's cheating on me, but I can't really expect him to be faithful. He's cheating on his wife when he's with me. Sooner or later, she'll catch on and he'll be history. So long, my friend. Be careful and don't get caught. Love, Helen Pen Pal Letters Ch. 02 Hey David, How goes it. Thanks for sharing your story about the callgirl. Did I ever tell you that I once considered becoming a callgirl myself? It probably wouldn't have worked out very well. I've never been good at customer relations and that business is extreme customer relations. I don't like customers. You asked me if I'd ever been with a woman. The answer is yes, but it's complicated. Women are fun, but they don't exactly satisfy my sex drive. I like having sex with women, but I don't consider myself a lesbian. I wouldn't really even classify myself as bisexual. I love men. I really, really love men. I love their arrogance and their confidence and their aggressive presence. I love the way they smell and the way they move. I love the feeling of their arms wrapped around me, almost crushing me in passion. I love their cocks. I love touching their cocks and stroking them and taking them into my body. When a man has mounted me in the missionary position, I feel trapped beneath him. I feel helpless in his power as he stabs me over and over again with that masculine spear between his legs. I feel absolutely lost in him. My own identity seems to disappear as I become his. Sex with women is something entirely different. It feels perfectly natural and wonderfully intimate, but I don't lose myself. It is a fun and exciting activity to enjoy with my best girlfriends. Maybe that's just me. It might be that my first female sexual relationship has coloured all my later encounters. My first female sex partner was my older sister. We had a really good relationship. She was only a year older than I was and she was as eager for me to catch up to her as I was. Every new experience she discovered was immediately shared with me. I really do mean every experience. When she was in college, she had a series of boyfriends. The only one she actually got serious about was Adam. She actually dated him for a full six months. To celebrate her nineteenth birthday, he took her out on a very special date. She told me later that he took her to a really nice restaurant just outside of town and then brought her to a teens-only nightclub where they danced until 11:00. For her birthday, our parents extended her curfew to 2:00 am. Adam took advantage of the time. He had rented a nice hotel room and after they left the nightclub, he took her up to show her. She told me that he made love to her in the most romantic way she could have imagined. She had been in no real hurry to lose her virginity, but when he started touching her, she lost any desire to keep it. She had enjoyed the experience so much, she wanted to share it with me immediately. I don't mean that she just wanted to tell me about it. She insisted that Adam recreate the entire date, but with me this time. She even paid for the hotel room herself. I have to admit that I was scared to death by the prospect. I was just eighteen and very inexperienced for my age. Adam was a huge bulk of manhood and I was kind of on the little side. But he was gentle and kind and understanding. When it was all over, I didn't really feel I had lost anything. I had gained my own femininity. From that point on, Adam was having regular sex with both of us. We were constantly comparing notes, describing what he had done that we liked and what we had done to him. We would invite him over on Saturday evenings. Adam was a young and healthy male and capable of speedy recovery. We took turns fucking him. My sister always went first. For some reason, we both did it in my room. I would wait outside in the hallway while she and Adam did their thing. When they finished, she would sit and talk with him until he was ready to go again. Then she'd call for me. She would go downstairs and fix us all dinner while he fucked me. One night, after her turn was over, she called me in, but refused to leave the room. She hadn't even bothered to get dressed. She wanted to watch, she told us. I was really nervous about that, but she insisted. Adam was nervous, too. He couldn't get an erection. By that time, I knew how to inspire him. I knew how to play with his cock and balls and get him aroused. Feeling that power I had was enough to get me aroused as well. I liked to look at his equipment as I played. Sometimes, I even kissed it. My sister was amazed. She had never spent so much time fondling and carressing him. She'd never had to. She always went first. When he was fresh, all she had to do was undress and he'd be ready. I had to make a greater effort, not that I minded. When I realized that I had finally done something before my sister, I played it up. I pretended to be an expert. I rubbed and stroked and licked and sucked. I had never actually put his cock in my mouth until that night that I tried to impress my sister. I didn't realize it, but I was tasting her fresh pussy on his cock. At that time, I didn't know what pussy tasted like. It went further than I'd intended. In fact, it went further than I even thought possible. If I'd thought about it at all, I would have been firmly convinced that a man could only have his orgasm inside a woman's pussy. When Adam started moaning, I didn't even realize he was about to cum until the first thick blast of goo hit the roof of my mouth. I pulled my mouth off him quick. I realized what was hapening and it startled me. Adam was still in the middle of his orgasm and several more shots of cum hit me in the face. I had cum all over me. I could feel it on my cheeks and forehead and dripping off my nose. I could taste it in my mouth and feel it on my fingers. Adam was exhausted and out of breath. My sister came up to me and started running her fingers through the mess on my face. I told her it tasted salty and she gave me a funny look. She made a face, but then brought her fingers up to her lips. She stuck out her tongue and licked one of her cum-covered fingers. I don't know if she liked the taste, but Adam sure liked what he was seeing. A low moan came out of him and his cock started twitching again. My sister saw this and licked her finger again. She got up on all fours and moved up close and started licking my face, cleaning me with her tongue like a cat. When she first started dating, she had practiced kissing on me, but it was a shock to feel her mouth on my face under these circumstances. I was even more surprised when she locked her lips to mine and pressed her tongue into my mouth. A huge glob of cum came with it. She was in a playful mood. She crawled forward, pushing me onto my back. She had cleaned up all the cum from my face, but I had gotten some of it on my chest as well. She licked me like Adam sometimes licked me. She even sucked on my nipples. She was pretending to be a guy now. She grabbed my legs like Adam did and pulled them open. She knew his motions well. Obviously, Adam fucked her the same way he fucked me. She pressed herself against me and started humping me. I was already aroused, but she was raising my temperature a little more. It felt really good. Her hand went between my legs and her fingers started playing with me. This was again something we had both experienced with Adam. Her fingers went inside me and she started playing with my clit. She did things to me that even I couldn't do. She was masturbating me with the skills she had learned on herself. She got up into a kneeling position. In a deep, fake man's voice, she told me to lick her and get her hot. I was having fun with the game and Adam was speechless, which was also fun, so I went along. I licked her pussy like I had licked Adam's cock. It was a little different. I found her clit with my tongue and she started moaning. I wanted to try and give her an orgasm. I wasn't sure if it was possible. I stuck my tongue into her slit and tasted Adam's cum yet again. I kept licking her, from the bottom of her pussy opening to the tip of her clit. When she came, she lost her balance and fell off the bed. She is my loving sister, and she reciprocated the favour. Even after she broke up with Adam, we continued to have each other and the occasional shared boyfriend. Gotta go get dinner, David. Tell me more about the callgirl. Pen Pal Letters Ch. 03 Dear David, I did it! For months, I've been harbouring an idea. It was an exciting fantasy that I always intended to go through with at least once. Finally, I did it. I got my girlfriend, Jessica, to help with it. She's a long-time friend who doesn't run screaming when I do crazy things like this. We checked into a large, upscale hotel for six nights. For the first few days, we explored the place. We figured out which corridors went where. We tracked the maid service to the basement laundry. We we made lists of schedules, work shifts, security patrols and surveillance cameras. We had picked this particular hotel specifically because it had no cameras in the elevator. At approximately 11:30 a.m., Jessica and I went down to the swimming pool. We wore our swimsuits and robes and carried towels in a small duffel. The pool was in the basement, and it was open 24 hours. It wasn't part of our original plan, but it made things so much easier. We played around in the water for awhile, splashing each other and making a lot of noise. We were a little keyed up. At about 1:00, Jessica said that if I was going to go through with it, I'd better get started. She thought I'd lose my nerve if I waited too long. I disagreed, but I followed her advice anyway. In the deep end of the pool, I slipped out of my suit and let the pieces sink to the bottom. Naked, I pulled myself up the ladder and climbed out. Jessica had stowed a few extra things underneath the towels in the bag, and she got those out now. Standing naked in the hotel basement, I was blindfolded and led down the hallway. Jessica led me into the elevator car. She tied my hands behind my back. She tied me to the handrail at the back of the car. I heard Jessica pressing the elevator's buttons, all of them. The hotel had seventeen floors and I was absolutely helpless. It was going to be a long ride. Jessica whispered "Good luck" to me and then left the car. I heard the doors close. I felt the lurch in my stomach as it started to rise. My face was red and hot and goosebumps covered my arms and legs. My wet hair was dripping down my back. The elevator stopped and I heard the doors open. I could hear the sounds of an ice machine and a soda machine. I could feel the cold, dry air conditioned air of the hotel corridor. I waited anxiously for a voice or a touch or a whisper. I was breathing hard and there was a pulsing between my legs. Then the doors closed. At every floor, the excitement only increased. I couldn't stand the tension and excitement. I needed to get loose. I needed to get myself off. But I had no choice. I had committed myself. I knew that Jessica was pushing the elevator call button to make sure I returned to the basement and I kept picturing her in my mind each time the doors opened. Each time, it was an agony and an ecstasy. Each time, I dreaded hearing a voice. Each time, I wanted to hear it. I tried to count the floors, but for some reason, my mind was not very clear and I couldn't keep track. Finally, it happened. The bell dinged and the doors opened and a middle-aged female voice said, "Oh my God! She's naked. Are you all right, girl?" I'm not sure what I told her. I think I said that I'd lost a bet. I know that I said I was fine at least five or six times. When the doors closed, my heart was pounding hard. I felt like I was about to lose consciousness. That was, thankfully, the last stop. The elevator started its descent. It was like floating in darkness. Finally, I heard Jessica's voice. She sounded as excited as I was. She loosed my hands and pulled off the blindfold. I came out of the car. I couldn't wait any longer. Right there, I started to play with myself. I rubbed my clit and fingered my pussy until I came. I was leaning against the wall, groaning and panting as Jessica watched in amusement. I was embarrassed to play with myself in front of her, but I always am. Sometimes, I just can't wait. Afterwards, I put my robe back on and we went back to the room. I left my swimsuit pieces at the bottom of the pool for someone to find later. I hoped they would inspire someone else's fantasies. Jessica is now telling me that we need to try it again at noon. I don't know if I'm up for that or ever will be. Gotta go now, buddy. Good luck with your pool party. I hope you succeed in getting those girls naked. Love, Helen