Monthly Archives: July 2005

QUEEN OF CLEAN SHOWERED WITH LOVE BY KNOWING BOYFRIEND

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It was almost supper time when my boyfriend, Roy, and I carried up the last few boxes from the street. He had just moved into a new apartment, and we d spent the entire day lugging all his stuff upstairs from the small moving truck we d rented. To be honest, I was truly beat and found it hard to raise myself from the chair where I crumpled once the job was over.

Come on, honey, get up . . . let s have a nice shower and then I ll take you to dinner, Roy said as he slid a large box into a corner of the living room. You must be famished after all that work . . . I sure am.

I nodded in agreement, too tired to speak. But after a moment I realized how great it would feel to soak my exhausted muscles, and I followed Roy into the bathroom. He stripped out of his sweaty clothes and hopped into the shower, and I quickly undressed to join him under the spray.

You re the sexiest moving man I ve ever had, he said with a laugh, turning to adjust the temperature of the water. Let s see if this place has a decent shower at least.

He was referring to the shower in his old apartment because it might have been the worst one of all time. The water dribbled out like it was in no hurry, and you d step out feeling vaguely soapy and unsatisfied more than anything else.

As he spoke, the new shower began to deliver sharp spurts of water onto us from a massage showerhead that I hadn t noticed at first. It was really loud, sounding like the marches from a distant army with its regular, stiff beat. Sorry, honey, wait, let me adjust this, Roy said, but I moved him out of the way to stand directly underneath.

No, no, keep it like this, I said. Make it as hard as it can go. He turned the head as far as possible, and I was rewarded with hard slivers of water that sounded through my ears and pulsed along my skin with the exact combination of pleasure pain that my body craves.

He could never have known this, but in college I discovered my sexuality had my first orgasm, in fact beneath a massage showerhead exactly like this one. Sometimes I d sneak into the bathroom late at night to indulge myself, inspiring my roommate Cindy to dub me the Queen of Clean. But more often than not, she d knock on the door to complain that she was bothered by the loudness of the showerhead, and I d have to twist it down to a tamer, less intense and ultimately less enjoyable spray of water. I would normally just towel off and call it a night at that point.

But ten years later, with my handsome lover at my side, there was no reason to turn down the noise. I ran my hands down the slick sides of his body, reveling in his muscles and how his cock responded with a vertical salute. My solitary time spent in the shower long ago, letting the needles of water roughly caress my clitoris . . . the distinct sound of the massaging showerhead brought back such strong memories that I nearly salivated like one of Pavlov s dogs.

Once he realized what I was after, Roy moved out of the way to let me stand directly underneath the water flow. He stood behind me and positioned me so my nipples could receive the direct attention of the thick bullets of water. It was heavenly. He whispered something in my ear, but I couldn t quite make out his words against the determined chant of the water.

I leaned against him, letting him support me with his chest and arms, and he gradually maneuvered my body backward to allow the beat of the water to make its way aggressively down my stomach.

He reached around me to spread my labia, exposing my clitoris directly to the liquid fire coming from above us. Roy held me steady to the rasping strength of the spray, the drumming of it sending me right back to the orgasmic bliss of my college days.

I had forgotten how much I loved that sound, how I somehow began to associate it with the pink glow that exploded into red deep within the center of my sex, how I d have to fight to keep from screaming out my pleasures . . . but those days were well behind me, and I moaned loudly as the first wave of orgasm swept over me.

I moved my hips in time to the sharp thrusts of water, wishing for it to never end. My pussy kept clenching in orgasm, and when I felt the hardness of Roy behind me, I bent forward slightly to let him take me.

He gently spread my asscheeks apart to make my pussy more accessible, and nudged his cockhead just into the shallow depths. He held steady as I continued to rock my hips. The next time I came, loudly, he gave one mighty thrust of his cock to bury himself deep inside me. Again he held steady, somehow understanding that what I was experiencing was, even in his presence, strangely solitary.

When I came back down to earth, though, I broke away to turn and face him. I snaked one of my legs around his hips, urging him to enter me again this way. He pushed into me, holding onto the shower walls for support. We fucked slowly as the shower rained on us, his thick cock filling me up so perfectly that I leaned my head back to let the water sting my face, my lips, the skin of my throat. A growling sound welled up within me as I came for the first time from his cock, and he used that as his cue to give it to me the way I like the most.

He aggressively pressed me against the cool tile, moving both of us out of range of the water, but still that beat kept playing on. He held me hard against the shower wall and thrust into me so hard and rough that I momentarily lost my breath. His balls slapped between my thighs as he fucked me with complete abandon. I was unable to move, even to push him away slightly, which was his cue to fuck me even harder.

I came so hard and so loud that I worried the extreme contractions of my pussy might have hurt him. He sank his teeth into my neck, holding a wet hand over my mouth as I screamed his name. That was part of the game we saved for special sex occasions. Somehow he understood that this was one of those times. I tried to move away from his grasp, his hand, his cock that seemed to get bigger with every thrust . . . but I loved every minute of it with such fervor that I prayed he wouldn t come yet, and I prayed that the water wouldn t turn bone chilling cold and send us out of this erotic cave.

He suddenly pulled out of me and dropped to his knees. He roughly spread my pussy lips apart and dove in with his tongue, hammering at my clit with a hard, steady pressure that sent me reeling once again. Roy pulled my hips forward, so I stood in the center of the shower again, with the sharp spray of water stinging my back. With his hands he held my ass and spread it wide, knowing that the tail end of those drops would hit my sensitive hole. The effect was more of an erotic tickle, and I laughed.

So you think this is funny, do you? he said in a mock sinister voice. Bend over. I quickly obeyed, wanting his admonishments as much as he obviously wanted to dole them out. He nudged his cock between my asscheeks, sliding down until it settled in the dimple of my asshole. You like it rough, I ll give it to you rough, he said, spearing me in one swift move. I gave way a little bit under his weight, steadying myself on the shiny chrome hardware of the shower. All the while the rat tat tat sound of the showerhead held me captive.

His thrusts gained momentum and I knew he d come soon, so I arched my back further into him, letting him penetrate me as far as possible. He soon climaxed with an intense shudder, pulsing his hot cream into my asshole for several long moments before pulling out of me and giving me a smile.

So I guess you ll be showering at my place from now on, he teased, not realizing just how close to the truth he was.

Ms. Amanda L., Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

TRAFFIC CONTROLLER HAS SOME CHOICE WORDS FOR AIRLINE CAPTAINS

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My reputation is that of a very businesslike woman. My job as an air traffic controller demands that I speak clearly and with no emotion, horseplay or profanity. But let me tell you, once my shift is over I can become a verbal sex machine. I love to talk dirty. The whole time I m answering radio calls from airline pilots with drop dead voices, I m wishing I could say into the mike something like, Roger, 69, Tango. Get your ass down here on the double and fuck my furry pussy!

I swear, I can feel a man get bigger and harder inside me when I talk dirty during sex. I like to nuzzle a man s ear when he s humping away inside my pussy and whisper something like, Ooh, you go so deep that I can feel my pussy lips making your balls wet. New lovers never expect that kind of talk from me, and it always excites them to no end.

I used to be much more reserved. Then one night a few years back my old boyfriend, Dan, and I were in a motel room that had a pair of doors separating it from the adjacent room. The doors must have been quite thin, for just when Dan was mounting me the woman next door let fly with the filthiest string of dialogue I d heard up till then. She was wailing and moaning as she cried out, Your cock s deeper inside me than any man s been before! You re banging my tits into my chin every time you slam that big headed cock into me. Fuck me! Fuck me!

On about the third Fuck me! Dan groaned and came inside me, though we d only been fucking for seconds. He told me he d been so turned on by our neighbor s dirty talk that he couldn t hold back. I was a little disappointed by how quickly he d come, but to my delight, Dan, who always went soft quickly after he came, stayed semi hard after he withdrew from my slick opening. Next door, the woman was still at it, screaming, Come in me, fill me up! As she spoke, Dan was gazing longingly at the doors, as if trying to picture the woman whose blunt dialogue was obviously the source of his rejuvenation.

I decided to take a chance, and as I reached out to touch Dan s thickening penis, I said, So, you like hearing her talk about her wet pussy and his big cock? I nearly choked on the word cock, since I d never said it before, but I pressed on. I bet you d like me to tell you where I want your cock next, wouldn t you?

With that, I lay back and spread my legs wide. Dan s mouth was hanging open in surprise, but his cock was growing with arousal. I said, My pussy s wet, like hers. And your cock is getting big and hard, like his. You can listen to them fuck while you mount me.

I had really surprised myself by letting the F word escape my lips, but I have to admit that I was getting really turned on by my own descriptions. I liked using those rough words, and I began chanting to Dan, Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy!

Dan was hard and inside my cunt in seconds, and he began thrusting into me in time with the banging of our neighbors bed against the wall. I arched up to meet his thrusts, wanting to take him deeper and deeper, as the words kept spilling out of my mouth. Make my pussy wetter than it s ever been, I cried. Push into me and rub your balls against my pussy lips. Slip your hands under my ass and squeeze it . . . yeah, that s it. Touch the place where we meet and feel your hard cock sliding past my wet folds. Fuck me, Dan, fuck me!

And what a fuck it was. We even managed to outlast the people in the next room. I like to think that they were listening to me as I milked Dan s cock with my clenching pussy and practically screamed, I m coming on your big cock! Shoot your cream inside me! Fill me up with come! Come in my pussy now!

That wild night with Dan led to many more nights of loud, unbridled sex with lots of dirty talk. We eventually went our separate ways, but talking dirty became a way of sexual life for me. And if any of those sexy sounding pilots who ve been in my headset happen to be reading this, I just want to say, Tug open the zipper of your flight suit and show me your cock. Mount me from behind and feel the hairs of my pussy tickle your cockhead as you burrow into me. Slap up against my butt hard as your cock slides into me. Smear my pussy juices on your clean flight suit as you press against my naked ass. Fuck me good and hard, and shoot a ribbon of come into my cunt. Then tuck your thick cock, still wet from our sex, into your shorts and zip up.

Ms. Marion B., Cleveland, Ohio

MY HUSBAND S SEXY VOICE ON A PRE RECORDED TAPE PREPARES ME SO NICELY FOR HIS ARRIVAL HOME

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The tape had started playing before I even got the key out of the door. I could hear Darren s voice coming from the dining room, speaking softly to me through the cotton foam of our stereo s speakers.

Oooh, Meredith, I can t wait to get home to touch you.

I quickly closed the door behind me and headed inside. I placed my keys and pocketbook on the coffee table and plopped down on the sofa to listen.

I am driving home in the car right now, touching myself with my free hand, drawing my cock out of my jeans. I can imagine you sitting there on the couch, closing your eyes, slipping your heels off as you listen to my voice.

I always wondered how he could do that know exactly what I was doing or how I would react to his words. Sometimes it was hard for me to believe that Darren pre recorded these tapes. Sometimes I thought for sure that he had a hidden camera in the living room, hooked up to the stereo speakers. If I didn t watch him insert a new tape into the cassette deck everyday, and then make sure the alarm was set for six o clock with the tape deck on play, I would have my doubts.

But Darren s all knowing, soothing voice was definitely coming from those speakers, turning me on something fierce before he came home. It would play for exactly thirty five minutes, with his voice trailing off just as he walked through the door.

I have my cock in my hand now and I am touching it, stroking it up and down, wishing it were you touching it instead. I hope you touch it when I get home. I hope that when I walk in the door you drop to your knees, grab me by my cock and jerk me off until I come all over your pretty little face.

I was already turned on by the soothing, sexy sound of his voice. I was imagining his thick, long cock in my hand, the vein that runs down the middle taut from the mounting pleasure of my pumping. Opening the buttons of my blouse very slowly, I enveloped myself in the fantasies provided for me by my husband s voice. Hearing Darren talk about what he wants to do to me, and what he would like done to him in return, always elevates my desire so that by the time he comes home I need to be fucked. His voice guides me through preparatory masturbation and turns me into a sex craving beast.

I hope that you have your shirt off by now, and that you are playing with those big nipples of yours. I want you to take each between your fingers and twist them till they hurt. Twist them and pull them hard for me, baby.

My shirt now off, I followed the directions of Darren s voice, tweaking my nipples mercilessly. But it was not my hands that I felt on my chest, it was my husband s as he cupped each breast with his voice and rolled it around, then tugged deliciously on each nipple.

Slide your hands down to your stomach. That soft, tight stomach with the beauty mark near your belly button. I want to stick my tongue in your navel, then slide it down to your panty line. Follow me with your hands as I slip off your panties and glide my tongue down through your sweet, clean shaven mound.

With my panties now on the floor, I moved my hands down to my swollen labia, which was tingling from the foreplay of my astrally projected lover.

Mmmmmm, you re so wet. Can you feel it? Are you running your fingers up and down those silky pink lips? I m going to stick my fingers inside your hot cunt and fuck you with them until you are moaning, screaming, begging for more.

I began pumping two fingers inside my pussy, allowing Darren s vocal time machine to transport me to the future to when my husband would be home to fill my aching hole with his fingers, with his cock. My pussy became slippery as my passion crescendoed. I imagined my husband replacing his fingers with his cock, filling me up with his throbbing muscle. I could almost feel his weight on top of me as I fucked his phantom cock, thrusting up to meet the airwaves that carried his voice.

It feels so good to be inside you. I never want to leave your warmth, your wetness. I want to bury my dick further and further inside you, wedge it inside your womb . . .

I could almost feel his breath caress my face as he spoke those words into the microphone of an old tape recorder down in the basement. I knew his cock was hard as he whispered into the cold, little medal slit that reproduced his voice so that it was with me now, fucking me now.

I was approaching orgasm, but I held back. I wanted to wait for Darren s astral body to catch up. I wanted to feel his spectral cock twitch inside me before I erupted in orgasmic bliss. (It was only twenty seven minutes past six a quick glance at the stereo clock told me. There were eight minutes left before Darren got home, and it wouldn t be fair for me to have an orgasm before he even walked through the door!)

I removed my fingers from my pussy and rested them at my side. Darren s voice was higher now, his breathing ragged as he spoke. Oooh, I don t know if I can wait much longer to really be there with you in the flesh. My cock is so hard it s chafing against my pants. It is fighting to get to you. I hope that you are waiting for me, naked. I cannot wait to . . .

I heard the key in the lock, missing his last phrase, and soon slow music came out of the speakers. Darren appeared in the doorway with a dimpled grin on his face. I stood as he approached me. He threw the keys and his briefcase on the dining room table, knocking over my pocketbook.

What was it you said about me on my knees? I asked, sinking to the floor. Darren s pants were already open, a sign that perhaps he had played with himself in the car, getting himself worked up for this moment.

I grabbed his cock in my hand and, wishing that it would not be too unromantic to press rewind on the stereo, tried to recall what it was exactly that he wanted me to do. I began stroking his cock, slowly and uncertainly at first. But then Darren whispered, Jerk it off until I come on your pretty little face.

How about my mouth? I asked before slipping my lips around the crown, sliding the shaft gently down my throat.

Oh, yeah, that will do the trick just . . . as . . . well.

Grabbing his hips, I fucked his cock with my mouth, spurred on by his moans and heavy breathing. His hands rested on my shoulders and I knew he was about to come when he dug his fingers into my flesh. A thick load of his warm come followed, sliding down my throat like honey.

Wiping away the last traces of come from my lips, I looked up adoringly at Darren. I bet you re ready to be fucked, he said.

Well, I ve been fucking you for nearly an hour. Now I m ready to come.

With that, Darren led me to the couch and asked me to lie down. He began stroking his cock back to erection and then straddled me. I felt his weight and his breath caress my face again, only this time for real.

I am going to pound you with my cock until you scream. His lusty voice was turning me on once again.

Darren slid his cock inside me slowly, and then he fucked me as if his ass was on fire, his dick plunging inside me in a blur. I watched as his cock peek a booed in and out of me, his hands rubbing my firm breasts. Suddenly he stopped plowing me and asked me to turn around.

A little adjustment had me on my knees, offering my ass to my expectant husband. Grabbing onto my hips, Darren slid his cock back inside me and continued plowing me. I thrust back into him, moving in rhythm with his rocking. Together we moaned as we took each other to that magical place of wonderful sensations. I clutched at the couch, sweat forming on my brow, and then my legs began to tremble and a delicious warmth filled my womb. Darren came several seconds later, his cock twitching, bringing me to a second orgasm as he shot his load deep inside me.

We lay in one another s arms until seven thirty, kissing and talking. Then Darren popped up, his voice a little hoarse, to say, What s for dinner?

Ms. Meredith K., Decatur, Illinois

Tender Turns Tough

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If I could find a woman as rough and penetrating as a man in bed, then I would swear off men, I told my lesbian lover. I looked at her across the table, over our steaming cappuccinos. Her beautiful features carried a look of bewilderment. She balks at my bisexuality and doesn t understand my desire to be with men.

Yet I keep coming back to her after my masculine trysts because of our intimate friendship and a soul sister connection we ve shared for the last five years. Helena is the embodiment of lesbian chic. Her thirty year old face is high cheek boned, pillow lipped, with slate green eyes and framed by long black hair. She dresses in all black business suits, jackets and short skirts with patent leather high heels which really flatter her high breasts, narrow waist and shapely ass.

Women can be just as rough as men, she countered, captivating me with her eyes. I truly love her and want her to understand my desires. She doesn t enjoy rough sex she needs clitoral stimulation done extremely softly. I like hard pounding bodies, slapping, sticky, sweaty sex. I gathered up my tact, trying hard not to sound too critical of our lovemaking, which in many ways is extremely fulfilling. I just needed it differently sometimes.

It s not only the roughness it s the feeling of penetration, a hard cock pushing inside you, opening you up, balls slapping against your ass. The sense of domination, submitting to a will or need greater than your own. She was looking at me transfixed as I spoke, her eyes glittering. She has never had sex with a man.

Is it different than when I strap on a dildo and fuck you? she asked. I thought back to our dildo sex and how she always took me softly. We make love we don t fuck. I wanted her to fuck me with that dildo, hook my legs over her shoulders and ram me with it. I told her as much. Her eyes were downcast as I spoke.

She had to go back to work, so we left the coffee shop and went our separate ways with a kiss and hug. Suddenly I felt like there was a barrier between us.

Musing on this, I walked the six blocks back to my office feeling low. I had hurt Helena s feelings and made her think she was inadequate in bed. I cursed my greedy pussy. Helena and I had plans together for the weekend, but it was only Wednesday. I missed her already and wanted to run into her arms to repent my evil ways. Tossing and turning in bed later that night, I finally decided that it was healthy for me to express my sexual desires to my lover. I had always done what pleased her without reservation. It was only fair to ask her for the same.

Friday afternoon I got a phone call from Helena. She was upbeat, sounding excited. It was good to hear her voice. Tara, I understand what you want and why you had to find it elsewhere, she said. I m glad you can talk to me openly about it. A huge weight was lifted from my shoulders. We finalized our plans for the weekend as usual, but as we were saying good bye she whispered into the receiver, I love you, Tara, and I want to fuck you like an animal! Then she hung up. My ears were ringing with her words, and I was dumbfounded. But more than that, my pussy throbbed with excitement.

We weren t going to get together until the next day, and now I was incredibly hot. There were a half dozen men I could ve called for a date and sex, but I felt as if I should save it for Helena. After all, she started the fire she should be the one to stoke it and let it burn. My office was empty, so I leaned back in my chair and propped my feet up on the desk. I closed my eyes and spread my legs. My fingers found their way under my skirt, and my hands smoothed over the sheer silk of my stockings to the warm flesh of my thighs. Heat radiated from my pussy and wetness slicked my fingers as I imagined Helena hovering over me with my favorite dildo strapped between her legs. The tip of the black vibrating latex nudged my clit as her lips covered mine in a wet kiss. I squeezed my pussy, rubbing hard on my mound. It didn t take long for me to come hard against my hand, pounding into my pussy, imagining it was Helena fucking me the way I longed to be fucked.

Satisfied for the moment, I wrapped up my business and left the office for the comforts of home. Soon I was hot again, feeling that familiar warmth emanating from my pussy. I had stopped by the video store to rent a hot lesbian dildo tape to watch with Helena the next day, but decided to give it a sneak preview myself. I popped it in, got out the same dildo of my earlier fantasy and settled in for a hot hour of autoeroticism. Two women on the screen had a third tied to a cross and were forcing her to suck a huge dildo. My pussy twitched. Helena had never made me suck our dildo. The two lesbians spread her legs and tied them to the x frame. She struggled half heartedly with her bondage as one of the women strapped the monster cock on with a harness. She positioned herself between the bound woman s legs while the other woman went behind the cross and pulled the bound woman s hair, forcing her into a hot French kiss. The dildo dyke slapped the rubber against the girl s pussy. I could see her twitch and jump.

I started slapping my pussy with my palm, getting hotter and hotter. The actress began impaling the bound woman on her cock, slowly sliding it in and out of her obviously wet pussy. I mimicked them with my fingers, hungering for a piece of the action. The camera slid underneath for a clear view of that big latex dong sliding into hot girl flesh. The rubber balls were banging against the girl s ass. I was getting off! I grabbed the dildo beside me and started slamming it into my wet pussy in unison with the women in the film until my moans chorused with theirs. I imagined it was me bound to that cross getting fucked like a slut. I came hard again, my pussy convulsing around the latex prick.

I hit the remote control, rewound the video and went straight to bed. My pussy was still throbbing as sleep took me. I had just nodded off when a noise downstairs rousted me from sleep. My eyes snapped awake. Adrenaline rushed through my system. I lay perfectly still, listening for another sound. Silence. I had fallen asleep on my stomach, my breasts pressed into the bed. My heart was beating a staccato tattoo in my throat. Then a soft shuffling sound on the stairs, muffled footsteps. Fear paralyzed me, rational thought told me to remain perfectly still and maybe the intruder wouldn t know I was here. I held my breath, staring at the bedroom door, which was reflected in my dresser mirror. It was standing ajar. The door moved slightly and I gulped, my eyes searching for a weapon. The only thing near my bed was the black dildo, and I gently slid my fingers around it and held it like a club. At that moment I didn t care how ridiculous my choice of weaponry was. A shadow passed through my door as I watched horrified in the mirror.

Time came to a screeching halt. Dead silence. An interloper was in my bedroom, standing over me. I felt eyes boring into my back. I dared not move, I dared not breathe the only sound I could hear was the jackhammer of my heart in my ears. I could sense the figure was study ing me. Slow seconds ticked by, electricity charging the air. Then I noticed the thick rope of black hair hanging down the intruder s back. It was Helena! Relief transformed my fear into hot, erotic lust.

Helena was definitely topping my fantasy. I felt her weight on top of me before I realized what was happening. A gloved hand cupped my mouth and muffled the scream building in my throat. Helena had me pinned to the bed so I couldn t budge, couldn t defend myself. I was completely subjugated and incredibly turned on.

You better not make so much as a peep, bitch, a raspy yet strangely feminine voice breathed into my ear. I suddenly realized how wet I was my pussy was positively gushing. Helena sat up on my back and pulled my wrists together. Metal cuffs were snapped around my wrists. When I started to object, a flat palm contacted my face.

Shut up! The sting from the slap silenced my objections the indignity of the punishment made me flush with embarrassment and lust. Helena was playing her role so well if she was like this naturally it would never turn me on. But I knew how far she was pushing herself to please me and love welled up in my chest. What a delicious emotional cocktail: lust, love and a splash of fear.

Rough hands clasped my elbows and deftly flipped me onto my back. I was surprised at her strength and secretly thrilled by the rough treatment. Electric lust jangled every nerve in my body. Forceful hands ripped the silky fabric of my camisole off my chest. My bare tits, pushed out even more by arms cuffed behind my back, contacted the cool night air. My nipples snapped to attention on my heaving chest. Invading hands cupped my breasts hard, squeezing the nipples. I gasped.

You like that, don t you, little slut? The voice was definitely feminine but husky. I got something you ll like even more. I heard a zipper, and within seconds a huge cock loomed in front of my face. Suck me, slut! Suck me hard.

I felt the thrill of domination, being forced to do something against my will. The huge cock grazed my lips, and I opened my mouth obligingly. Hard cock was stuffed into my mouth. I gasped at first, but then quickly found a rhythm and began earnestly sucking the invading prick.

It was a little too hard and cold to be made of flesh, but Helena played it expertly. She moaned as I sucked. I had never been so turned on in my life. She was apparently relishing her control over me as well. She began to fuck my mouth, holding my head and ramming the cock down my throat. I greedily took it, hoping my incredibly hot cunt would be next. She grabbed big handfuls of my hair and yanked my head up the shaft of her cock. She was finally giving me exactly what I wanted and it was better than even my wildest fantasies.

Helena groaned and pulled the heavy cock out of my mouth. Her lips met mine with a familiar kiss, far more passionate than any she d given me in the past. She shifted her body so that she was lying on top of me, pinning me with her weight once again. She pushed a hard thigh between my legs, and while I tried to struggle, she clearly had the upper hand. She forced her way between my legs, spreading them wide open. I felt so deliciously helpless. She breathed huskily into my ears, I m gonna fuck you like an animal! Unconsciously, I hiked my knees up, giving her complete access to my pussy, submitting myself entirely to her raging lust.

She slid her arms through my legs, locking them over her shoulders. She grabbed the dildo and ran it over my pussy, testing my wetness. I was obviously ready for her. Now she teased me, banging the head against my clit, making me squirm underneath her, half crazed with lust. Beg me for it, slut! She growled at me.

My hips were jerking uncontrollably as I desperately tried to impale myself on her cock. Oh! Fuck me! I begged earnestly. Please, fuck me! The cock penetrated just past the bulbous head, then pulled out. I felt my vagina contract, grasping at emptiness, demanding to be filled again. I moaned. She penetrated me again, a little deeper, then pulled out.

I was crazy with lust, bucking and moaning against her. The cockhead spread my labia, then rammed balls deep into me. I screamed with ecstasy, tears immediately streaming down my face. I had never wanted anything so badly in my life! She pulled back to the head, then impaled me again to the hilt. The rubber balls slapped against my ass. My pussy opened wide for her. She slammed into me, pounding me into the bed, fucking me hard with quick erratic thrusts.

I was completely out of control, a big mass of come gripped pussy. I had one solid orgasm, then just kept climaxing all over her dick, unable to get away from the persistent intrusion. She pounded me for an eternity, slamming my head against the wall, slamming my ass against the bed. Finally, the friction of the back of the dildo against her clit pushed her over the edge. She came like a man, thrusting deeply inside me. I could swear I felt her ejaculate!

Spent, she collapsed on top of me, the dildo still inside me. It obviously wasn t going to go soft, so my pussy kept grasping at it, making me want more. Helena rested before fucking me again in a new position. We went on like that for hours. I relished the fact that her cock stayed hard, and I rode it through orgasm after screaming orgasm.

Helena was jubilant the next morning. I really enjoyed that! she exclaimed. It was just enough friction on my clit to make me come, but not too much. She looked at me expectantly. I couldn t meet her gaze. Tears welled up in my eyes. I finally looked at her through watery eyes and told her it was the best sex I ve ever had. She wrapped her arms around me and held me tight as we drifted off to sleep.

DARING LESBIAN LOVERS GRAB FISTFULS OF LUST IN THE BACK OF A BUS

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It was knowing that I couldn t have her that made me want her even more that night. Phoebe and I were in the back of a bus on our way to Montreal to take in an Expos game. Her breasts were bouncing furiously as the driver hit every bump in the road. I was captivated by her innocence. Phoebe has no idea how erotic it is to simply watch her breathing in and out.

There were so many loud voices surrounding us that any communication had to be of the body language variety. A wink here, a pucker there, and all was right with the world. Her eyes are like black pearls. That night, her freckles were illuminated by the passing of streetlights as the bus carried us to our destination.

She was mine and no one knew, and that was all I could think of. Once at the stadium, the great plays of the game went unnoticed. I was interested in her bouncing curls, not bouncing balls, in her whispers for extended ecstasy rather than her shouts for victory, in her soft caresses instead of her clapping hands.

More jiggling and jumping in the backseat as those around us nestled in for the ride home. But not us! For the first time since our journey began we could have semi privacy. It started with a gentle touch, a brush along her silky skin. It led to my secretly massaging her shoulders and breasts as the other passengers squirmed in their sleep as if they were anticipating the quiet eruption about to take place.

Phoebe not only looked delicious, she smelled delicious. My hands squeezed, pinched and clawed at her breasts as I sucked, bit and pulled on her nipples. My mouth was watering with the desire to taste her.

It was always her stomach and the lack of visible muscle tone that attracted me to her most. She was soft and warm and possessed angelic skin. I paused a second of two and then dove into the beautiful pool of flesh that others might simply call her belly. What a pleasure she was under the control of eager hands.

The passion inside me swelled and swelled my fingernails followed each tooth of her pant zipper as it came undone. The only noises to be heard were light dozing, the clicking of my nails and the ever growing sighs of my lover and me. She whispered, Please touch me, please, honey. Every muscle in me tightened as I rejected the urge to grant her wish. I would say when it was time, not her, and the more she begged the longer I would refuse her desire.

I had found the beginning of her pubic hair. I ran my fingers through the curly strands, then slipped them into the warm wetness of her pussy.

Hungry for my love, she shimmied her pants down. I turned to her in my seat and carefully began working my hand in her wetness. We were both surprised at how eagerly she opened to receive me, how easily my hand went inside her up to my wrist. We both struggled to keep from screaming out in ecstasy.

What a feeling it was fisting my lover as others sat nearby, some sleeping, some staring out into the night. The intimacy between us was so encompassing that I was no longer in the bus. I was inside her as she gently hugged me with the crunches of her pelvic muscles. It was only a matter of seconds before she was biting into the meaty part of my free hand. Her orgasm was uncontrollable. As I rubbed her pussy her juices coated my hand.

Phoebe will always be the best lover I could ever imagine.

Ms. S.V., Massachusetts

AN OUTRAGEOUS SURPRISE FOR WOMAN WHO S ALWAYS DREAMED OF BEING TAKEN BY A STRANGER

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The experience this letter relates is the most thrilling thing that ever happened to me, and I just had to share it with your readers. Before or after work and on the weekends, one of my favorite recreations is running. My husband, Joe, enjoys the results as well. It keeps me trim and is a marvelous aphrodisiac. Last week he used it to great advantage.

I had just come in the back door of our house, and I was on my way down to the laundry room to get out of my sweaty running clothes. As I got to the bottom of the stairs, the lights went out and strong arms encircled me. Joe s voice came out of the darkness telling me to relax and to bend over the washing machine. A silk scarf covered my eyes, and the cold steel of handcuffs snapped around my wrists. I love it when Joe s kinky streak comes out, and a shiver of anticipation went through me.

He pulled me upright and turned me around to face him. When he went to kiss me, I realized with a start that this wasn t Joe! I started to back away, but found myself held in place, this time in my husband s familiar arms. He whispered in my ear, reminding me that I had always fantasized about being taken by some complete stranger. And now you will be, my love, and I ll be watching. I relaxed, trusting him, and let them tie me to a beam overhead.

Scissors snapped loudly, and I felt my t shirt give way, then my shorts and bra. I was totally naked except for my running shoes, with two lustful men circling me. Visions of unspeakably kinky sex flashed through my brain. Would I be whipped? Taken by both of them at once? Moisture seeped between the lips of my sex to join the sweat from my recent exercise.

The strange man licked one nipple as he rubbed my other breast. Then both hands trapped me and he bit each nipple in turn. I moaned and begged for more, pushing against his face. He laughed and ran his tongue down my ribs and across my abdomen. Things were heating up fast! I gasped as I felt his breath in the curls between my legs, and I had to think hard to keep my balance when he told me to raise my left leg.

He told me to grab on to the rope that attached my wrists to the beam so I wouldn t get hurt. Obediently, I did as instructed and stepped up with my other foot on the bench. He was apparently sitting between my legs, and I bent my knees a little, aiming my eager pussy at his mouth. He speared my lips and shoved his finger in deep, then inserted another, stretching me as he licked my clitoris. He smacked his lips as he finger fucked me, chuckling at my frantic attempts to keep my balance while hovering on the brink of orgasm.

As I came, he wrapped his arm around my waist to keep me from falling and set my feet on the floor. I sagged against the rope, and slowly the shock waves of coming like that lessened. The rope loosened and he slid between my legs, lying down on what seemed to be a beach towel under my feet. He told me to kneel, and with one hand on my belly and the other on my back, he impaled me on his rigid cock. I settled in place and started to fuck him, still dazed from orgasm.

His hands massaged my breasts, tweaking my nipples mercilessly. My hands were still tied over my head, but I rode him furiously, completely possessed by the sensations coming from my clitoris and my full pussy. Without any warning, another orgasm ripped through me, and my invisible lover put his hands on my hips to control me as he kept humping. He surged up into me at the height of my spasms. I could feel his come flooding me.

My hands fell down to my sides as the rope was cut, and I collapsed onto him. Hands pulled off the blindfold and I found myself looking into the face of my husband! He was grinning like mad, and so was the man operating our video camera just a few feet away. It was thrilling to think that I d be able to watch what I d just experienced again and again.

Joe introduced the guy as Bill, a friend from work. He was a light skinned black man, about Joe s age but a lot bigger. I needed somebody strong to help me pull off that first grab and to keep you busy till we made the switch and I could start fucking you.

So this was the guy whose fingers had ravaged me and whose tongue had left me dazed and limp! I went over to him and hugged him, thanking him and whispering in his ear. A grin spread over Bill s face and he nodded agreement. We pounced on Joe and tied him to the chair beside the weight bench and focused the camera back on the beach towel. I started to undress Bill and was impressed with the size of his erect cock as it emerged from his clothes. He pulled a condom from his hip pocket as he discarded his pants and gestured to me to put it on him.

I did so almost reverently, thinking it was a good thing Joe had fucked me so I was wet and open. Riding this monster cock was going to be a real stretch! He laid me down tenderly and entered me as gently as he could, filling my swollen pussy. He was eager, having watched and participated in everything that had gone before, but he took his time, and I had to prompt him to fuck me harder.

When we really got going, I heard a groan from Joe and saw that he was taking full advantage of the fact that we d left one of his hands free. He was jerking his re hardened cock in time with our frenzied thrusts. From the sound of his rasping breaths, it was easy to tell we were all going to come at the same time. I bucked under Bill s final tremors and cried out in triumph as we collapsed on the towel. Joe s semen splattered us as he came seconds later.

After Bill had cleaned up and left, Joe and I took a long shower together before settling down on the couch to watch the tape. We kept each other on the brink of coming for the whole time, and as the last orgasm was played out, Joe pushed me back onto the cushions and fucked me even harder than before. I guess I ll have to watch that tape alone if I want to see all of it, but even then it may take several tries!

Ms. V.W., California

AN AMAZING ADVENTURE KEEPS BOLD GAL S HEART POUNDING WITH LUST

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I could hardly believe what I was doing that Saturday. I was driving ninety miles to a city I hardly knew, to the house of a man I had met online the night before. He had promised me a day of sexual fulfillment like none I had ever experienced. Now I haven t exactly lacked for male companionship, but something in his tone intrigued me.

So did his final instructions. After telling me the way to his house, they read, Open my front door at 10 a.m. sharp, remove your clothes and place them in the cedar chest by the door, and follow the instructions on the note you will find therein. My heart pounded with excitement as I pulled into the driveway, combed my hair and fixed my makeup.

At ten precisely I opened the door and did as he had said. A sealed envelope was in the cedar chest, and I breathed deeply before opening it. The note told me that he would not harm me in any way, but would only cause me pleasure. If I wished to leave at any time I was free to go. Then it told me to come upstairs, open the last door on my left and go in and stand perfectly still.

The room was the biggest bedroom I had ever seen outside the movies. A huge four poster bed dominated the space, and through a half open door I glimpsed an opulent bathroom. I jumped as two very large hands came down on my shoulders, and I started to turn to look at him, but he held my head firmly facing front. Telling me to relax, he began to rub my shoulders and back and to run his fingers through my hair in a hypnotic fashion. His voice was deep and rich, and I closed my eyes to listen to it as he rubbed my breasts, tweaking the nipples.

He asked me if this was what I really wanted, and I responded yes to all his questions. When he slipped the blindfold over my eyes I was disoriented for a moment, but he had told me this was about surrendering control. He pulled my wrists behind my back and put some sort of restraint around each of them, locking them together. Then he sat me down and did the same to my ankles, but those restraints he locked onto something that kept my legs spread wide apart.

Telling me not to speak unless spoken to, he picked me up effortlessly and carried me over to the bed. Something foamy was rubbed into my pubic hair, and I held very still when I realized I was about to be shaved. The cold sensation of unaccustomed bareness and the slight pull of the sharp blade were titillating in themselves. A washcloth teased me, but he made no move to enter me, even though I begged for it. All I got was a reminder not to speak.

Then, very gently, he pulled my labia apart, presumably examining me. His thumbs spread my buttocks, and a cold sensation hit my anus. It was a gel of some sort, and it was followed by his finger, which felt the size of an ordinary man s cock. If the rest of him was in proportion to his fingers, I was in for something amazing! He pushed in a second finger and twisted them around, igniting my bowels with lust. He murmured gently that if he was to make love to me there, I would need some preparation.

I wasn t sure what he meant until I felt the tip of something cool against my opening and tried to relax to receive it. Just as the thing seemed too big for me to take, it narrowed and my ass closed down on it. Minutes passed. I heard the water running in the bath. He returned, smelling of soap, and unfastened my bonds, picking me up again and setting me on the floor. Raising my hands and spreading my arms wide, he locked them into place and then secured my ankles the same way.

When he removed my blindfold, I had to shake my head to clear my eyes. I was fastened between the bottom posts of his great bed. Before me stood a giant of a man in his late forties, with well kept graying hair and a handsome, craggy face. Clad, he could have been a diplomat or a professor. Naked, he was breathtaking. His body was hard and muscular, and his erect cock was longer and thicker than any I d ever seen.

You see why I said you d need some preparation, he said, not bragging, just stating the fact. I watched, fascinated, as he began to masturbate. Fully erect his cock was even bigger, and I wasn t sure exactly what he meant to do. I found out soon enough, for he released me from the bedposts and laid me down, securing only my hands.

He ran the velvety head of his cock over my lips, and I tried to accommodate the head of it, but he told me just to lick it first, to savor each sensation, not rush on to the next. The whole day was like that one infinitely prolonged moment of bliss after another. His control was amazing, and I lapped at his cockhead as if it was candy. Moving a little closer, he let me run my tongue down the shaft and around its massive girth. I lingered on spots that seemed most sensitive, then finally, when he gave permission, swallowed as much of it as I could. He pumped in and out of my mouth, never forcing me more than a little beyond what I thought I could take. I d never known what cocksucking could be before.

When he lowered his face between my legs, he licked my shaved lips and explored each fold and crevice with his patient tongue, slapping me gently when I tried to buck and force him to go harder and faster. Time and again I reached what I had always thought of as the peak of sensation, only to be coaxed further till I thought I would faint. Finally, in an explosion of color inside my eyeballs, I slid into an orgasm that seemed to go on for days my whole maddened self centered in those throbbing nerves.

I came to and he gave me something cold to drink, soothing me before beginning again, this time rubbing that huge cockhead over my clit and the entrance to my vagina. I was wet enough that he needed no extra lubricant to slide that enormous shaft into me, but I was grateful that he went slowly. I had never felt so full of cock, so possessed by the feeling of total abandonment to sexual domination.

I was startled to realize that the plug was still in my ass, and I could feel his cock rub against it through the thin wall that separated them. It was like being fucked by two giants, and I hardly believed it was possible. Like a virtuoso he played me perfectly, stopping as my climax neared, then starting again. An intense tingle permeated my flesh, lingering even when he wasn t moving. Suddenly I was overwhelmed, deliriously tossed back into the whirling colors of another shattering orgasm.

We rested. At some point we ate that is, he fed me. He bathed me and perfumed me and licked my pussy to the very edge of endurance. The thing in my ass felt as though it had become a part of me, even when I sat down. When he reached at last to remove it, I moaned almost involuntarily, a little anxious that its removal would hurt and that I would feel bereft of its fullness.

I need not have worried. He insinuated more lubricant around the edges of my anus and pumped the invading object several times before pulling it out. My ass was reluctant to let it go, but was mollified by his inserting not two but three fingers and playing with the aching edges to rekindle my lust. My legs rose of their own accord and draped themselves over his shoulders.

Almost before I realized what was happening, he had replaced his fingers with the head of his massive cock. It seemed to sink into me forever, filling me deeper than I had ever dreamed anyone could. My eyes widened as I felt his balls on my asscheeks. I started to exclaim, but he covered my mouth with kisses and rolled us over, his cock never leaving my ass.

I rode him until I came again, taking him with me, and collapsed in his arms. Come filled my insides. I felt his massive chest rise and fall as his breathing returned to normal. My ear was pressed against him, listening to the slowing reverberations of his heartbeat. My head rested under his chin, and I felt an unbelievable contentment and completion that has caused me to return to him again and again.

Ms. F.J., New Jersey

PUSSY WORKOUT MAKES HER CUNT PERFECTLY TIGHT

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I ve discovered something that I think all Variations readers need to know about: Kegel exercises. My boyfriend, Sam, is a sexual dynamo: he can fuck and fuck and fuck for hours. I m the same way, so we make a great team, but I m always trying to improve my sexual skills. To that end, I recently bought a special kind of weight training device: a Kegelcisor. It s a vaginal barbell, designed to strengthen the PC muscles inside my pussy, improve my orgasms and make everything tighter for his cock.

The way it works is that by repeatedly squeezing those muscles, more blood flows to the pussy, which means more and stronger orgasms. I d never had a problem coming, but am always interested in ways I can improve on what nature s given me. Plus, when I d held the cool metal toy in my hand, it felt like a special weapon for a superhero, only I d be getting a super pussy. I already felt more powerful, and liked the idea of being able to train my cunt to be tighter. Sam was away on a month long trip, so I d have lots of time to practice before he got home and reaped the rewards of my efforts.

I began by practicing alone in the bathroom. I d been told that to test my PC muscles, I should squat over the toilet and stop myself midstream while I m peeing. That was easy enough to do, but got rather boring, so, when I finished, I went into my room to try out the new toy. Something must have been working, because just the idea of putting the heavy, metal barbell inside me was making my pussy pulse.

I lay down on a towel on the floor, in front of my full length mirror, dimmed the lights, got out a bottle of lube and put on some soothing music. Then I took off all my clothes and laid down on the towel, stroking my clit and finally pressing two fingers into my cunt. I pushed them deep inside, then wiggled them, noting which spots were the most sensitive, but leaving the best for last. After several minutes of touching myself, I took the cold, weighty toy and smoothed some lube onto the tip. Then I sat up so I could watch myself in the mirror and pushed the silver metal inside my slick, pink entrance. As soon as the rounded head of the toy was inside me, I practiced what I’d been doing earlier. I pretended it was Sam s cock, and clenched it tightly. I squeezed the toy with my vaginal muscles, and then did it again. Pretty soon, I d gotten a good rhythm going, and I pushed the metal a little deeper inside me.

As I focused on tightening and releasing my pussy muscles, it almost felt like a workout, but the more I did it, the more wet and aroused I became. I d been watching the way my pussy moved as I gripped the toy with my inner walls, and now I was ready to go all out. I lay back down, closed me eyes, and slid the metal almost all the way out. Then I began tightening and releasing my pussy as fast as I could, slowly drawing the barbell inside me. With my free hand, I made slow circles against my clit, letting my body set the pace. I experimented with holding the toy at varying angles, so sometimes it pressed downward, sometimes upward, and sometimes I rotated it, all the while keeping up my PC muscle exercises. I let my whole body relax and focused solely on the way the metal felt within my blood engorged cunt by now, after being surrounded by my throbbing, wet walls, the metal had warmed up and was a hard, solid presence inside me.

My breath came faster and faster and I found my hips arching up off the ground as I got swept away by the pleasure of clasping the toy. It hardly felt like I was exerting any effort at all my pussy was clenching and releasing all on its own. When I slid the toy all the way out, then rubbed the end of it against my slit and pushed it back inside until it pressed against my deepest point, I cried out, the noise loud in the empty room as I came in an intense rush.

Who knew that a workout could be this much fun? I removed the toy and held it in my hands, staring at in awe. The best thing about my newfound Kegel prowess was that I could practice doing the exercises anywhere at work, at the store, on the phone. It was an instant cure for boredom, and I couldn t wait for Sam s cock to experience this with me.

When Sam finally got home, I took his bags and kissed him lustily, not letting on what I d been up to while he was gone. He tugged me into the bedroom and in a few minutes we were both naked. He laid me out on our king size bed and kissed me all over. His lips felt amazing, and even though he d only been gone for a month, it felt like I hadn t seen him in years. My body had missed him. While he wanted to linger, kissing me from head to toe, I was frantic for his cock, and pulled him upward so his body lay atop mine. His cock immediately nestled between my legs, easily finding my wet opening and plunging inside of my pussy. His mouth formed an O of surprise as he realized that something was different. Then his face contorted, melting into a vision of bliss as I practiced my Kegel moves on him. The difference between getting fucked by Sam and fucking myself with the metal toy was that Sam s cock was warm, throbbing and alive, and I could feel it react to my every delicious spasm.

You re so tight. What did you do? he asked in awe.

I ve been doing a special kind of workout just for you, I purred. I have a toy that I put into my pussy and practice squeezing it, I said, while tightening my cunt around his cock. I can even make myself come from doing it. It s been the best thing I ve ever done for my pussy.

That s amazing, he said, his breath catching on the last syllable as he slid his cock in and out of me in slow, perfect thrusts. His cock was much wider than the barbell, too, so I felt stretched in a wonderful way, my pussy expanding to accommodate his girth. Then he took my ankles and lifted them onto his shoulders, pressing inside me even more deeply. I wasn t concentrating on doing the exercises so much as enjoying the sensation of Sam s cock inside me. When he leaned down and kissed me, this became a full body fuck I could feel the pressure in my thighs, my cunt, my arms as I clutched the headboard. I rocked against him, slamming back and forth as his cock entered me. He filled me up entirely, and when I reached down to play with my clit, it was harder than I d even imagined and poking right out at me. My fingers teased my nub, every sensation amplified by the use of the barbell, not to mention thinking about and working my pussy nonstop since my purchase.

When I knew I was just about to come, I wanted him to share in my orgasmic delight, so I took a deep breath and summoned all my pussy tightening power. I clamped my cunt around his cock as tightly as I could without letting up, and when he slid in and out, he was treated to the pure friction of his hard, velvety skin thrusting in and out of my tight, wet folds. Yes, we both hissed as he slammed into me with a few final thrusts before letting his juices erupt inside of me. My own orgasm followed immediately afterward, and I marveled at the release it truly felt like my pussy was a volcano erupting in pleasure.

Later, I showed Sam the Kegelcisor, and even let him use it on me. With this new workout regime, I m going to have the tightest pussy around, and Sam will continue to be the luckiest man alive.

Ms. Kate O., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

DANCE FLOOR DRAWS TWO MEN INTO EACH OTHER S ARMS

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When my coworker, Alex, invited me to go dancing with him last Friday, I agreed. My girlfriend, Lisa, was visiting her family and I had no other plans. I knew Alex was gay and would probably take me to an all male club, but I didn t mind. I love dancing just as much as the next guy, and after a long week of busting my ass on Wall Street, I was looking forward to shaking my booty and letting loose. I got home, took a shower and put on my new black jeans, a white tank top and red sneakers.

When I arrived, the place was packed with gyrating guys all moving to the beat of the hottest DJ in town. I wasn t sure how I d ever find Alex in such a crowd, but luckily, within a few minutes, he found me. He put his hand on the back of my neck and said, Glad you could make it. While he d only touched me for a few seconds, I found that my cock had gotten hard from the contact. That had never even remotely happened to me before I m into girls, and Lisa and I fuck like bunnies. But I m open minded enough to want to follow my dick s lead, and when he stepped aside, I gave Alex a once over. Somehow, he was even better looking than usual. Alex usually manages to get every girl and guy in the office to check out his fit body and lightly stubbled chin, his look a cross between effortlessly rumpled and carefully coiffed. He tweaked my chin and then headed back to the dance floor, and I followed him, trying to hold onto my beer as guys jostled me on all sides.

Once we got onto the dance floor, Alex let go of his workday inhibitions and tossed his head, arms, torso and the rest of him all around. He was working up such as sweat that droplets were flying in all directions, and pretty soon a crowd had formed to watch him strut his stuff. He rested for a few seconds between songs, then reached over and grabbed me, pulling me close to him. I had no choice but to keep up with him, lest I look like I couldn t cut it and be laughed at by the other guys. I busted out my best moves and matched Alex step for step. Pretty soon, I d forgotten about everyone around us and was just focused on the music coursing through the air and what Alex was doing. We were so close together, I could feel his breath as it landed on my face. It wasn t until the song was over and the crowd cheered that I realized my cock was rock hard.

Alex ushered me off the dance floor, and in the rush of music and lights and energy, not to mention my throbbing cock, it just felt right to pull him toward me for a kiss. What are you doing? he asked.

Isn t it obvious? I m kissing you, I said, before doing it again and placing his hand along the bulge in my jeans. This time, he didn t resist. I pressed him up against a bare wall, letting my knee nudge its way between his legs. When he grabbed my ass, I moaned, fastening my lips onto the tender skin of his neck and giving him a hickey. I felt so wild and young, bursting with this newfound sexual desire. I d never once looked at a man sexually, and now I was practically ready to come in my pants from rubbing up against him.

Let s get out of here, he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me out the door. He lived only a few blocks away, and he kept fondling my arm or leg, finding any excuse to touch me as we made our way back to his place. As soon as we walked through the door, we were back to the fast, frantic pace we d had at the club. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, stroking him through his jeans, but he was faster and had my zipper down and my dick in his mouth before I even knew what was going on. I looked down and saw my entire erection disappear between his parted lips. I groaned from the pleasure. Lisa is a great cocksucker, but she doesn t do it as often as I d like, and Alex s mouth clearly knew exactly what to do. His tongue found its way to the sensitive underside of my cock, tonguing me there while one hand fondled my balls and the other encircled the base of my cock. He spit on his hand, then used his saliva as lube to pump my dick up and down while continuing to suck on my shaft.

Everything Alex was doing was making me writhe in pleasure, and I arched up on my toes when I could not contain my arousal in any other way. I clenched my fists as his mouth devoured me, taking me all the way down his throat. When he paused there, with my cockhead poised against the very back of his tongue, I spurted, not even trying to pull out. He moaned as I came, swallowing up each mouthful as I pumped my liquid into him. When he d gotten all of it down, he kissed me, his lips tasting of my salty semen.

I wanted to do something to return the favor and found that a new kind of desire had overtaken me: I wanted him to fuck me in the ass. The image of his cock sliding into my hole entered my mind and, once there, wouldn t leave. I reached for his cock and smiled when he thrust his hips toward me. I quickly undid his zipper and, for the first time, felt a cock other than my own. His was different from mine, thicker and darker colored, and I stared at it in fascination. I want to feel your cock in my ass, I told him, cutting to the chase. There was no need to be coy after what we d just done.

He led me over to the bed, positioning me so I was lying in the center of it facedown. As soon as his fingers began massaging my asshole, I felt my body tingling again. When his cock nudged against my virgin opening, at first I tensed up, slightly nervous, but then he reached beneath me and stroked my semi hard cock. You re gonna love the way my cock feels inside you, he said, his voice deep and soothing, and I found myself relaxing enough to let the head of his cock enter me. Once it did, he was totally right I felt full and aroused in a totally new way. I reached my hands up to hold onto the headboard as his cock continued to plunder me, sliding deeper into my anal canal. You re so tight, he grunted as he pushed the final inches of his shaft inside me.

Part of me couldn t believe that I was lying there getting fucked by another guy, and part of me felt totally at home. The hairs on my arms stood up as he screwed me thoroughly, sliding his cock slowly in and out of my hole while I wiggled my hips, letting my cock rub against the sheets as I reveled in this new experience.

His cock seemed to have a life of its own, and I could feel its warmth pulsing inside me. Every time he slid out, I missed his cock all the more, and when he pushed it back inside me, I smiled in delight. When he took my revived cock in his hand, pumping me in time to his thrusts, I cried out, the pleasure overtaking me. That s it, yes, yes, yes! he yelled as he frantically bucked his hips, all pretense of leisure gone as he raced to his orgasm, taking my cock on the ride with him as his fist traveled along my length. In only a few minutes, we were both shooting our loads, mine onto the sheets and his into my ass.

He slid his cock out of me and turned me around to face him. Stew, he said, if only I d known sooner what a great lay you were. You re a natural. I hope we get to do this again sometime soon. I agreed. Anything that felt this good shouldn t be a one time only pleasure.

Mr. Stewart J., San Francisco, California

COMPUTER CONSULTANT FIXES MORE THAN HER MONITOR

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I work at home, so when my computer died last week, I was distraught. I need it to make my living and can t afford to just buy another one. I called my best friend, Marianne, in a panic. You ve got to help me. Who d you get to come fix your computer that time it broke?

Oh, this guy Wally. He s great. And he s cute, too.

I don t care about that, just give me his phone number. This is an emergency!

As soon as Marianne and I got off the phone, I called Wally and explained my situation. I can be over in half an hour, he said, impressing me already.

When he arrived at my house, though, I wasn t prepared for how stunningly sexy he was. Cute didn t even come close. With his chiseled good looks, blond hair, sunglasses, ripped jeans and muscles practically oozing out of him, he was perfect. I had to catch my breath before letting him in. I showed him into my office and explained the problem, then couldn t bring myself to tear my eyes away as he scooted under the desk to examine the CPU. The way his ass stuck out made me want to grab it, and suddenly my panties had gotten wet as I started fantasizing in explicit detail about Wally.

I left him to his business and sat on the couch trying to read a book, my mind racing with fantasies. Half an hour later, he stood in front of me, beaming. All fixed, he said. It was really simple, and anytime you need help again, feel free to call me. I was so turned on, I could hardly take in the fact that all my panic had been for nothing. I reached for my wallet, trying to maintain my cool.

How much do I owe you?

This one s on me. First time customer and all that. Next time, I ll charge you.

I couldn t let him simply walk away. Is there anything I can do to repay you? You really saved me. As I spoke, I put my hand on my hip and leaned forward a bit, giving him a good look at my cleavage.

Did you have something specific in mind? he asked. Deciding I had very little to lose, I sank to my knees, undid his fly, freed his cock and licked up and down the length of it.

A blowjob, perhaps, I said, with the head of his cock hovering right up against my open lips. I looked up at him, knowing that there was no way he was going to object now. He simply grunted, and I continued to take his length into my mouth, starting with just the head. I focused on worshiping his cock, which he certainly deserved. I let the saliva pool in my mouth as I licked and sucked him, feeling myself getting incredibly wet as his cock pulsed inside my mouth. He seemed to grow harder with each stroke of my tongue.

Just as I thought he might come in my mouth, he pulled out. I looked up at him, pouting, sad that he d taken away this opportunity for me to thank him in the best way I know how. Don t look so disappointed. I love the way you suck my dick. I just want to fuck you now, he said, his voice filled with longing. It was almost as if he d read my mind, because while I d been giving my all to his blowjob, I was secretly hoping I d get to feel his cock in my pussy, too.

Without wasting time moving into another room, he laid me down on the floor. As he took off his clothes, I saw that his ass was just as perfectly sculpted as I d imagined when he d been crawling under my desk. I grabbed it, holding onto his tight, round butt. He clearly worked out because his ass was totally firm, and I kept touching it even when he slid his cock inside me. It was one of those perfect moments. He seemed to know exactly where and how to touch me.

He kissed me deeply as he pressed his cock as far inside me as he could. My legs automatically went around his waist. After several minutes of blissful fucking, he turned us over so I was on top, able to gaze down at his gorgeous face while I rode him. Without any prompting, his fingers went to my clit, rubbing it in slow circles that were making my body warmer and warmer. Worried I d come too soon, I almost reached for his hand to pull him away, but he saw what I was doing and stopped me, increasing the pressure on my clit. I could only moan in arousal as his cock slammed into me while his fingers pressed my clit hard against my pubic bone. I watched as he touched me, biting my lower lip to try to stave off my climax a little bit longer. But when he pulled me close to him and whispered into my ear, I want you to drench me with your come, then sucked on my earlobe, I lost it, letting myself explode with pleasure. My orgasm went on for what felt like ages, but was probably only a couple of minutes. Time seemed to stop as my pussy quaked, getting tighter before the tremors once again overtook me.

Wow, I said, looking right into his eyes when it was over. His cock was still hard and still inside me. He smiled in response and grabbed my ass, rocking me against him as he squeezed my asscheeks. I had thought he d melted me with that orgasm, but feeling his fingers stroking me and his cock still hard got me right back in the game. This time, I wanted to give him the same pleasure he d given me. I rotated my hips around, then moved upward so only the head of his cock was inside me. Carefully, so as not to break our contact, I turned around and sank back down onto his cock, knowing he was now watching my ass as I eased my pussy around his length. I hadn t done the reverse cowgirl in a long time, and I smiled as the thrill of this position came back to me. I looked down at his balls and went to touch them, leaning forward so my breasts brushed his legs.

He took hold of my hips and began pushing me up and down on his cock, and with every downward thrust, his dick slid into my relaxed, wet pussy, making me tremble all over. As the friction increased, I got so excited I had to grip his ankles because I was shaking so hard. Somehow, even from the bottom, he managed to be the one in control, slamming my hips down against his while he pushed up against me. When I began spreading my legs and then pulling them in closer almost like flapping my wings he clutched my hips more tightly and grunted wildly. Clearly, he liked what I was doing, so I kept it up, moving all around as my second orgasm built to a crescendo. His grunts were getting louder, and then he lifted me off of him, placed me on the ground on my stomach and shoved his cock back into me. His action surprised and thrilled me, and as he once again speared me with his cock, I came, a sharp climax that left me breathless with pleasure. He quickly followed, shooting a burst of his come into my pussy.

We lay there for a few minutes, recovering. Slowly, he got up, and it felt odd to watch him get dressed, and even odder that we d just shared such explosive sex when he d walked in the door a complete stranger. He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead, then whispered hotly in my ear.

I hope your computer breaks again very soon, he said with a smile, then walked out the door.

It s working pretty well so far I just used it to type this letter, but I m so horny, I just may have to spill coffee on my keyboard so I can get him to come back for another repair. I m glad Marianne didn t tell me exactly how sexy Wally is he was the best surprise sex I ve ever had.

Ms. Jessica K., Phoenix, Arizona