I’ve been reading “Forum” for several years, and have felt that a majority of the stories are just the embellished fantasies of lonely horny men (though some are very hot, nonetheless).

Well, after a few outrageous experiences of my own, I decided there’s a good chance that your letters are true. Here is one of my own favorite experiences:

A couple of years ago when I was still new to the internet-chat thing, I was online every night. Now don’t get me wrong: I’m not some pasty-faced, overweight computer nerd who can’t get laid. But I was working a job where I had only Mondays and Tuesdays off, which really sucks as a social life! Anyway, one evening I was scanning the lists of people online, and read the profile of a lady I’ll call ‘Winter.’

I messaged her, told her that I found her profile pretty interesting, and that we had a lot in common, like music and movies. As things often do on the Net, our conversation turned to sex. I had some pictures scanned online, so I sent them to her. She found my five-foot-ten, 200-pound wrestler physique to be very attractive, and started flirting with me even more. She didn’t have a picture but gave me a nice description of herself: lean hard body, long legs, tanned, with some strategically placed wolf-paw tattoos.

After a while we decided we had to see each other in person, and arranged to meet a week later. On the given day I nervously waited at a small coffee shop for her to show up. After an hour, I thought she must have stood me up. Just as I was starting to leave a white Mustang pulled up, and a stunning brunette got out, wearing a loose, low-cut top and skintight pale blue jeans — and I could tell she wasn’t wearing any panties. She caught my gaze and gave a glowing white smile. Looking me up and down she laughed, “I sure hope you are Doug!” I replied, “I’ll be anybody you want.”

We got into my car and drove to a bar that had music. We sat in a secluded booth, and I couldn’t help myself: I began to flirt with her. She responded by leaning close, letting her loose blouse hang open. I glanced down and saw some of the tattoos she had mentioned, as well as her small firm breasts.

She caught me looking down her shirt and smiled. “It’s awfully loud in here,” she said. “Do you want to go find someplace quieter?” With that, she placed her hand on my thigh, instantly causing my cock to come to attention.

As we left the bar, I stole a good look at her tight ass, perfectly outlined in her jeans. We got into my car and began talking about where to go. As I drove, she caressed my leg and started asking me questions. When she wanted to know if it would be okay for her to suck my cock, I nearly wrecked my car. I stammered a breathless “Yes!” and she deftly undid my jeans, and took my throbbing cock into her hot mouth.

She sucked my cock so well I almost didn’t care that we were driving down brightly lit streets. I managed to keep control long enough to find a small access road near the local dam, where I backed in as close as I could to the gate. As soon as I turned off the engine, she went after my cock like a porn star. I told her she was going to get a mouthful. She briefly stopped, looked up at me, and said with a grin, “I sure hope so.”

With that, I just leaned back, closed my eyes, and let her have her way. As my body tensed, she began working even faster, expertly using her tongue and lips up and down my shaft and its head. Finally, with an outcry I knew that passing cars must have heard, I came in a huge spurt. I heard Winter moan as she swallowed my come like it was ice cream. She kept sucking me until my toes curled. But though I felt like I’d emptied my balls down that hungry throat of hers, I still had a raging hard-on.

“Mmmm,” she said. “Seems like you still want to play. Well, I want to feel that wicked monster inside me.” Performing some gymnastics that would have made a contortionist proud in the cramped space of my two-seater, she had those skintight jeans off in no time, revealing a trimmed, glistening pussy and those wolf-print tattoos that traversed her now-naked hot little body.

I never thought there was room in my car for much of anything, but she had my seat tilted back so she could maneuver herself over my pulsing cock. She impaled herself on it and began riding me like a horse, grabbing my neck and grinding on me so hard I thought my cock would almost touch her spine. When we really got into fucking, I completely lost track of where we were, even though her bouncing body was illumined by passing cars.

I felt her pussy tighten around me as her moans and cries increased in tone and frequency. I knew she was getting close. As her passion mounted, my cock and balls responded, and I could feel the pressure of my own orgasm beginning to rise. Her strokes became longer, and harder, and suddenly with a high-pitched cry she came, and I did too, filling her hot snatch with yet another load of come.

Thoroughly spent, we stayed with our sweaty bodies pressed together as the windows in my car dripped with condensation. Winter looked at me with a laugh in her eyes and said, “I really love your hard drive!”