First Place Winner
***contestant asked that I remove his entry... phooey. BUT I *will* be posting a transcript
of our phonesex session here soon enough!***

Second Place Winner
by Dr. Wu

Dear Betty:
   I couldn't choose between two of my favorite close
encounters with myself, so here is a twofer. For the
record, I'm a 45-year-old happily married man with a
good sex life and an even better fantasy life. I've
been jacking off since I was 13. Both stories are 100
percent true. Not even I could make up stuff this
twisted.
   I'm an entertainment journalist, and about four
years ago I was in Los Angeles attending a private
party at a nightclub for the Fox network. The whole
nightclub had been reserved for Fox executives,
journalists and stars of the shows, including "90210,"
"Melrose Place," "The X-Files," etc. A large crowd
gathered outside, attracted by the limos, red carpets
and papparazzi. I was outside smoking a cigarette when
a young couple approached me, and the girls asked if I
could get her in to the party. I was wearing a press
credential around my neck, and had an extra one in my
pocket.
   I knew I wasn't going to talk her into a blowjob or
anything in exchange for a credential; she was a
little too clean-cut, and not a groupie trying to get
backstage at a rock show. So I told her that a group
of us in the party we're playing a game, like a
scavenger hunt, and if she could give me an item I
needed, I could get her in. She was wearing a tank
top, shorts, sneakers and white socks, and I told her
I needed one sock. She was flabbergasted, not
expecting anything like this. She stepped back and
talked to her boyfriend, then said OK. She peeled off
her socks, put one in her pocket, handed the other to
me, put her shoes back on. I gave her my extra press
pass. I asked her some questions. She said her name
was Lisa, she was a college studen, she was 18.
   The sock was still warm when I put it in my pocket.
Shortly afterward, I caught a cab back to my hotel. I
pulled out that sweet white sock, fresh off a strange
teenaged girl's foot, and inhaled her odor deeplt. I
worked it over my hard-on. I began to jack, thinking
about Lisa, and how disgusted she would be if she knew
I was doing this. The tender head of my cock was
pressed right against the inside of the toe, rubbing
against it, which was almost too intense. I rubbed the
sock against my dick, while laying in my hotel bed,
thinking about Lisa, picturing her, until I came
violently into Lisa's little white sock.
   About a year later, my teenaged daughter was having
some friends sleep over. They were all about 16 at the
time, and there was one girl, Anne (name changed) who
I really had the hots for. They all went to a Catholic
high school, and Anne was just built like the
proverbial brick shit house. Just sheer teen
perfection. About four girls spent the night, as I
remember. They dumped their book bags and overnight
bags after school in my daughter's upstairs  bedroom,
and spent the night in the downstairs den, falling
asleep in front of TV, sprawled on the floor and the
couches.
   When I woke up Saturday morning, the house was
quiet. I snuck into my daughter's room and found
Anne's duffel bag, which I had noted the night before
when she came in. Opening it carefully, I found what i
was looking for, a pair of her panties. White cotton,
Calvin Kleins I think. Genuine Catholic schoolgirl
panties. I swear to God. They were clean, so probably
the pair she intended to put on when she got dressed.
   After several deep inhalations (they were clean, so
no scent of Anne, alas), I went to a bathroom
upstairs, and proceeded to rub those babies all over
my hard cock. I wrapped them around my cock and jerked
off frantically, while thinking of innocent, gorgeous
Anne sleeping not far away. As tempting as it was to
come into them panties, I knew better, and shot my
load down the toilet instead. I gave them a quick
check for public hairs, and then, still warm from my
cock, put them back into Anne's bag. Later, Im sure
she put them on and wore them, not knowing how they
had been defiled.
   Man, I got a hardon again just reliving these two
times. Time to go take care of it.
   Contributed by Dr. Wu

Third Place Winner
by Vernon Guenther
I can feel your eyes on me, though I've never seen them.  It is dark where you would be sitting and your eyes are large, soft - with an edge.  In the sliver of light fleeting through the cracked doorway I can see my (our) discarded clothing.  My boxers are all that remain as I try to focus on exercise and not think too long on the soft curves of your body.  As I finish the last pushup of the evening I can already feel a stirring in my loins as my mind returns to thoughts of you.  I can feel the heated coursing of blood as my cock expands down the leg of my boxers.  I am standing just at the edge of light now, in front of the chair where in my mind's eye you sit.  Your stillness only arouses me as I caress the tight muscles in my arms.  The eroticism of my fantasy and the newness of your presence overcomes me as my arms stretch and then slowly contract back inward, slowly sliding down over my chest pressing gently against my smooth stomach, the feeling of my fingers running through the soft hair making my muscles tighten in response.  Slowly tracing a line downward as I imagine your eyes following them over my body in the half-light of the room.  As my fingers reach the top of my boxers they briefly slide under and then just as slowly press the material down over my hips, my cock straining against the material.  I wonder as my cock is freed and rises up if you are just as wet yourself, as I can feel the coolness of the precum contrasting against the heat of my head and shaft.  As my fingers close firmly around the thick shaft of my cock my eyes close as well and imagine you watching from the dark shadows as you too find yourself and we moan softly together.  My hardness is no surprise as it returns with the force I first felt tonight while reading your words.  My hand slides now over my smooth, hard cock, partly with the wetness of my precum and the moving of the skin along my cock and I feel my balls, full, slowly rising.  I hear your name on my lips as I moan it out, my cock hardening as the precum allows me to squeeze tightly and stroke my cock only scant inches from where you sit in my fantasy.  My balls pulled up tightly as I slowly rub them with my other hand moaning as I feel my orgasm rising up around me as the fantasy becomes so real, my standing over you while you watch from the chair, your hand moving almost imperceptible in the shadow as you enjoy watching my body tense again and again, throbbing.  My cock begins to leap as I think of looking to you as my seed shoots out powerfully, my legs shaking as I empty my gift, and it washes over me.  Some of the hot cum landing on your breasts and legs as I moan your name.
 
As the blood slowly clears from my eyes and my breath slows I slump gently to the edge of the bed gazing into the chair so active in my fantasy, but for now... so empty.
 
I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it Betty.  You are amazing.  If you'd like to know more about the guy behind all these words, write a note back and I'll be prompt to reply.  Maybe the erotic reviewer can even let me know how I measure up ; )
 
Your the best!
 
Thanks for reading, and thanks for keeping your site up.
Loveya,
V