Panoramic Viewing

Posted on September 29, 2005 by Diana Thornton

Wait, Hank! I called, slightly out of breath as I struggled to catch up with my boyfriend. He strode purposefully along the narrow strip of wet sand, gentle ocean waves occasionally lapping at his sandaled feet. Unfortunately for me, the full, heavy cooler he was toting slowed him down not at all. Where are we going?

I know the perfect place, Hank called out over his shoulder as I stumbled and nearly dropped my best beach blanket in the warm, salty water. It s not far now.

The shoreline curved ever so slightly, and there, barely out of sight of the large, overcrowded beach we had just passed through, was a small, cozy spot. A sheer rock cliff loomed over the sand and cast it in shadow, making the entire site an undesirable location to the multitude of sun worshipers reposing not fifty yards away. It was the perfect spot for a picnic, a small game of volleyball or . . . My pussy shuddered in pure delight as I contemplated the possibilities. The idea of being discovered by one of our fellow beachgoers was making my nipples perk up.

What do you think? Hank was grinning broadly, like a little kid sharing a big secret.

I love it! We quickly smoothed the blanket over the soft, cool sand and sat down. The trek from the parking lot had left me hot and sweaty, and I was reaching to get a soft drink out of the cooler when Hank gently grabbed my wrist and began to nuzzle and kiss the palm of my caught hand.

But I m thirsty, I protested, not very convincingly, as Hank lifted his fingers and pulled the loose blue tie out of my ponytail, causing my long chestnut hair to tumble about my shoulders and blow gently in the soft ocean breeze.

So am I, Diana, he whispered. For you. Hank leaned over and kissed me with a deep and probing urgency that I knew very well, causing my clitoris to perk up and ache in a response I also knew very well.

I m beginning to like this spot more and more, I murmured, yanking off my shirt. All those people looked awfully bored.

Then let s give them something to look at, Hank replied as he removed his shirt. He untied the straps on my bikini top and let it fall away from my breasts as we stretched out together on the soft beach blanket. Hank began to nibble, suck and lick at my nipples, first one, then the other. I moaned softly and reached up to bury my fingers in the thick black hairs that covered his chest. Over the rhythmic crashing of the waves, I could faintly hear two or three radios (all tuned to different stations, of course) from the nearby, yet unseen crowd. And any one of them could decide to go for a walk and watch us. The idea of all those unsuspecting people so close by was quite a thrill!

The attention my bare, exposed breasts were receiving made my pussy very hot and very wet. I could feel the dampness soak into my bikini bottom as Hank slowly caressed his way down my ribs. He stopped at my belly button, pausing for a moment to tease it with his tongue, a trick that never fails to make me giggle. Hank untied the gauze wrap I had fastened around my waist like a sarong, then carefully wriggled his hand past the waistband of my bikini bottoms. I gasped with pleasure as he deftly inserted one finger into my dripping pussy.

In and out, in and out he fucked me with his finger. It was so good but not nearly enough. My clit was ready to melt with need, but Hank ignored it completely, choosing to torment me with his finger, knowing that what I really wanted was for him to bury his handsome face in my dripping cunt and not stop eating me until I begged him with a crowd of sunbathers watching, of course!

I reached down and started to remove my bikini bottom. Soon the small strip of purple spandex was in a hopelessly tangled knot on the blanket and I lay naked under the shady cliff, exposed and vulnerable to the eyes of any beachcomber who might happen to come along.

I was in heaven! Hank shifted his body so that he was between my legs and in the perfect position to give my pussy and clit the attention they so desperately needed. And he did not disappoint me. One finger in my cunt soon became two, and then his soft pink tongue began to gently lap at my hard little nub. With the fingers of his other hand, Hank carefully held my nether lips apart. I writhed and moaned in the blanket covered sand beneath my boyfriend as he swirled figure eights over and around my exposed button. I was on the edge of orgasm, and Hank knew it.

Finally, the drifting sound waves from the radio music, the ocean waves and the waves of my heat and desire crashed together in my body and I came, clenching the soft blanket in my fists and crying out again and again, until at last I collapsed, panting and covered in sweat. I opened my eyes to see Hank s soft brown ones inches from my face.

Good?

Good, I gasped, lifting my head a bit so I could kiss him long and lovingly on the lips. My turn?

You bet. I sat up and tugged his swim trunks down and off his lean body. Hank gently settled me back down in the blanket, then knelt between my legs. His cock was hard and shiny with pre come, and I couldn t wait to feel it in my hungry pussy. In one move he entered me, sliding his thick shaft into me as I lifted my hips to meet him.

Hank leaned over, his hands on the blanket above my shoulders as he fucked me slow and deep. I wrapped my legs around his hips and thrust my pelvis forward in perfect timing with his plunges into me. I raised my arms, wrapping them around his shoulders, and pulled him closer to me, reaching for his mouth with my own. We re putting on one hell of a show, I thought wickedly as Hank rhythmically drove his hard shaft into my oh so willing cunt. I sure hope someone s watching! The idea made me even hotter, so I increased my thrusts and squeezed his cock with my vaginal muscles as hard as I could.

Oh, Diana, he moaned softly between kisses. You feel so good!

Hank s breathing was becoming ragged and he increased the pace of his plunges into my pussy. Soon, his muscles tensed and his fingers clutched my shoulder as he filled my hole with come. Spent and drained, he collapsed on the blanket beside me.

Sweaty and hot, I sat up to grab the soft drink I had been reaching for earlier. Standing near the water, in plain view, was a man. Hank, I whispered gleefully. There s a guy down by the water. Knowing someone had watched my boyfriend and I make love made me want to do it all over again!

Yeah, I know. He grinned weakly.

How long has he been there?

I noticed him when you took your bikini bottom off.

I waved merrily at the stranger. He waved back rather sheepishly, then wandered on down the beach until he was out of sight.

Hank stirred beside me, looking at his watch. We better go. Beach traffic ll be bad getting home, and we don t want to be late for the baseball game.

I sighed, reluctant to leave. Hank was right it certainly had been a perfect spot! We dressed, then wandered back the way we came, through a maze of sun worshipers who had no idea what they d just missed. I hoped at least one or two of them had at least heard us.

I hadn t bothered to put my tangled bikini bottom or my sweaty t shirt back on before we left the beach, just retied the gauze wrap around my waist and fastened my bikini top. So in the car, waiting in the endless line to get on the bridge, whenever I shifted in my seat and deliberately exposed my crotch to any truck driver beside us, Hank s eyebrows lifted in happy anticipation.

Fun, wasn t it? I purred. Hank nodded. I was thinking, maybe we could do it again? I noticed a visible bulge in my boyfriend s swim trunks and grinned. Like, now? I swung around so I was facing Hank s lap, making certain that the gauze around my waist covered absolutely nothing.

With my help, Hank wriggled out of his trunks, freeing an immense erection that bobbed tantalizingly in my face. I grasped the base of his shaft with one hand, then began to flick my tongue against the small slit at the very tip. Slowly, I expanded my attentions to the entire head, lapping, licking and kissing, swirling my tongue all around but never taking the entire thing into my mouth. I knew from experience that this drives Hank wild.

Ohh, my boyfriend murmured, pushing desperately with his hips to try and make me take more of him in my mouth. But I didn t. Instead, I began to run my tongue down to the base of his shaft and back up again. Nature s perfect lollipop.

After a few moments I looked up. I was delighted to find that a man sitting in the passenger s seat of a huge produce truck right next to us was watching me with a stunned look on his face. I grinned, brushed my still loose hair out of my face (I didn t want to obstruct his view) and gave him a thumbs up sign, then went back to my work on Hank s incredibly hard cock.

I wrapped my lips firmly around the engorged head and began to slowly take him into my mouth. My head bobbed up and down as I sucked my boyfriend s shaft as deeply as I could. The little motions Hank was making with his hips told me that he was enjoying my ministrations. I wish I could have seen his face I knew his expression was telling nearby motorists exactly what was happening to him.

The tip of Hank s organ was pressing against my throat, and he was moaning so loud I could hear him over the engine. I reached down with my free hand and gently began to fondle his taut balls. I continued to suck his entire length, pausing every once in a while to lick and torment the tip some more. It s a good thing we were practically parked in line on the bridge ramp!

Finally, when I suspected that Hank was on the edge of orgasm, I increased my rhythm and pressure just enough to send him over. After a few final strokes, several streams of hot cream filled my mouth. I sucked Hank dry, giving him a thorough cleaning with my tongue when he was finished. As I sat up and readjusted my wrap, the driver in the car next to me applauded and the trucker on the other side honked his horn in appreciation. I wanted to bow!

We finally arrived back in town and immediately took the exit off the highway for the stadium, settling into our seats just in time for the first inning. I had quickly donned a t shirt and full miniskirt (sans panties or bikini bottoms) in the parking lot, and Hank s swim trunks passed for shorts. We looked like any other respectable, suburban couple enjoying an afternoon with their favorite baseball team. On the surface, at least.

Underneath, I was still soaking wet and aching for release. The heat that had started in my loins during the drive back to the city resurfaced as I took the opportunity to sit and reminisce fondly about the day s events. Finally I could stand it no longer. Sometime during the sixth inning I grabbed my boyfriend s arm firmly and whispered, Baby, do you think we could find someplace? I didn t even have to finish my sentence. Hank recognized the look on my face. He nodded, and together we rose from our seats and began to prowl the giant, echoing concrete walkways of the stadium for the perfect place to satisfy our hunger.

After a few moments we found a door marked Employees Only, but it was wide open, so we slipped through and found ourselves at the bottom of a short flight of stairs that led, I kid you not, to the roof of the stadium.

There was a beautiful panoramic view of the city from the stadium roof, but frankly, neither Hank nor I noticed. I quickly leaned against an air conditioning unit. Hank knelt at my feet and lifted the front of my skirt, tucking it into its own waistband to keep it out of his way.

Then, with my pussy exposed to half the city, Hank s mouth settled into place over my dripping slit. His fingers gently parted my swollen labia at precisely the same moment his tongue buried itself in my creamy hole, then worked its way to my aching clit.

With his other hand, he reached around and clasped my buttocks firmly, I suppose to prevent me from writhing away from him by accident. I moaned as I clutched the air conditioning unit for support. For some reason, my knees had suddenly become rather wobbly.

Hank lapped at my hot little button, using short, brisk strokes, occasionally dipping down into my hole and licking up my juices. He ran his tongue along my inner lips, deftly avoiding my cunt and my clit. Please, I begged. Please don t tease me. Please make me come.

Maybe, he murmured into my slit, the vibration of his voice an intense sensation of its own. Hank pulled away completely and gently blew on my cunt, cooling my flesh and fanning the flames of my desire at the same time. He nuzzled my thatch of pubic hair, planting the lightest of kisses on my pubic bone and nearly driving me wild. I wondered briefly what would happen if we were caught by a security guard or some other employee, and the hope that we might be discovered only increased my desire and my need for release.

Finally Hank began to lick me hard and fast with the perfect amount of pressure on my poor little clit to make me come almost immediately. I held onto the air conditioning unit for dear life as the familiar warmth spread in waves from my center to my toes and beyond and I came, screaming Hank s name loud enough for even the peanut vendors to hear, and half laughing, half crying in joy and blessed relief.

And as the last shudders of my second spectacular orgasm of the day rocked my body, I raised my eyes skyward in thanks just as a very famous blimp sailed by, a blimp that had at least two television cameras onboard to help film that night s ball game for a national television audience.

SALON PATRON TAKEN OVER THE CUTTING EDGE BY HUNKY HAIRSTYLIST

Posted on September 27, 2005 by The Editors

I went to a beauty parlor one afternoon hoping that a haircut would make me feel better about myself, something I needed after just breaking up with my boyfriend.

Much to my delight, I was feeling better even before I sat in the swivel chair and watched a beautician perform his snipping magic. My haircutter that day was a Russian with green eyes, great dark hair and a smile that lit up the room. But sexiest of all was his accent with its hard edged tones and thick accented syllables.

I had wanted a quick trim and hadn t planned on getting a shampoo and a blow dry. But then I discovered that, unlike other salons where someone else washes your hair before it s cut, Sergei would be washing it. Wouldn t it be wonderful to have this gorgeous man pamper me just a little, I thought. So, when he asked me what I wanted done, I immediately blurted out, Everything! Do anything you want to me. Fortunately he hadn t picked up on the double entendre and suggested that he give me a wash, trim and blow dry.

It was nice to feel Sergei s soft hands massaging my scalp, occasionally brushing over the skin of my face. I looked up at him as he worked, taking him all in, trying to smell him as he leaned close. Cigarettes and musk cologne, I thought, as I closed my eyes and concentrated on his relaxing touch. My mind started to drift and soon I was picturing myself in a tub filled with bubbles and Sergei running a sponge up and down my chest, making my nipples hard.

I imagined him dragging the sponge down underneath the water to clean my pussy, which was dripping with a little more than just soapy water. He would tenderly rub my wiry hairs and then dip down further to slide the sponge over my labia. And oops the sponge slipped out of his grasp! Now he d just have to use his hands!

Just as he was about to slide a finger into my hole, Sergei stirred me from my reverie and said, Time to cut!

In front of the mirror I thought about how we looked together and decided that we made a nice couple. He sweetly dried my hair with the towel, even wiping some of the leftover soap from my ears, and then he Velcroed a smock around my neck and picked up the scissors.

Sergei was friendly and outgoing, impressing me with his natural ability to make enjoyable conversation. He made me laugh, but I really wasn t interested in being entertained. I watched him with longing as he ran his fine tooth comb through my hair, delighting when we made eye contact in the mirror and loving how his hands lingered over my back. I watched as he parted my wet hair, imagining his well manicured hands parting my nether lips. Drifting away again, I pictured Sergei bending over to kiss my neck and lick his way down my back to the crack of my ass. He would help me out of the chair and swing it around to face him, and once I was leaning on my knuckles, my ass to him, he would pull his raging cock from the fly of his black jeans and slip it into my wet pussy. I would watch him in the mirror, his handsome face contorting with pleasure, as he held my hips and rammed into my tight hole.

Unconsciously I had let out a soft moan, to which Sergei asked, Are you okay? I knew that I had been squirming in my seat, feeling a great tingling between my legs, and I was glad that the smock was covering me up so he couldn t see that my surely visible nipples were erect.

I tried to think about my hair as he turned on the blow dryer and picked up the round brush. Unable to stay focused, I glanced through the mirror around the small parlor and suddenly noticed that almost everyone had gone. I guessed that seven was late for a hair appointment and that Sergei would be leaving right after he finished me.

Once again I watched Sergei as he ran the brush through my hair, working the blower to straighten my locks. Sergei was interrupted for a moment as another stylist came up to him and said goodnight, reminding him to lock up. And then we were alone. Could I have planned it more perfectly?

Now while Sergei blew out my hair I tried to concoct a plan. How could I get this guy in bed? I asked question after question but his answers were predictable and never lended themselves to anything I could work with. All the stuff I dished out about how I was single and lived alone, all ended up in one big dead end. Then he was done.

You look gorgeous, he said smiling widely.

I thanked him politely and grabbed my coat. Got a far way home? he asked, cutting me off as I walked toward the door. Was there hope?

I told him I lived a block away and then he invited me upstairs (how conveniently close) for a drink. I couldn t have said yes quick enough, and after a drink and conversation that had suddenly grown awkward, I grabbed him and kissed him.

It was not at all what I had imagined. It was ten times better! I had to drag him down on the couch with me, my knees had grown so weak, as he probed my mouth with his tongue then kissed my neck hard with his full lips.

He took off his denim shirt as we kissed and then moved away from me to lift his t shirt over his head and remove his jeans. I studied his muscular legs and firm buttcheeks as I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled down my jeans. He was wearing those sexy Calvin Klein extended briefs, and I loved the way they defined his curves and really accentuated the outline of his bulging cock. Then Sergei climbed on top of me and kissed my neck and chest while unclasping my bra and letting my breasts bob free. He took each one in hand and mouth, caressing it as he sucked on the nipple tip. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his mouth drawing my breast in, sucking it as hard as if he were trying to drink a thick shake through a straw.

I reached my hand between our bodies to fetch his cock out of his briefs. He moaned slightly through a boob filled mouth as I stroked his shaft. It felt so full and long in my hand I couldn t wait to have it inside me!

Next, Sergei rolled off me and lay next to me on his side. He began to inspect my bare breasts and flat belly, rubbing my stomach and then tracing the lining of my panties, looking at me with admiration. Then he pulled down my panties and murmured an I want you as he straddled me.

With the aid of a sexy hand, he steered his cock to my moist channel and slid all the way inside me till his balls were brushing my thighs. It was a deliciously tight squeeze. Lifting my head, I watched his cock as it glided in and out of my cunt, the shaft now sticky and glistening with my juices. His hands wandered over my chest, grabbing at a nipple, then went down to rub my belly and play with my belly button.

His thrusts were so gentle, yet because of our position so pleasingly intense. Then when he began to fondle my pussy lips I lost it. I came in a series of moans and convulsions, tightening my pussy muscles around his cockhead (which I was sure he enjoyed from the sounds of his moans). But even when I recovered it was clear that Sergei was not done.

He withdrew his cock from my hot pussy and asked me to turn over on my hands and knees. I was more than willing to oblige, and in moments I could feel him wetting his cockhead with my pussy juices, then dragging his rod up to my virgin anus.

He entered me carefully, spreading my asscheeks just a little. I could feel the taut flesh stretching as he slid in further, and then it was sheer ecstasy with Sergei plunging into me, his balls slapping against my butt cheeks. He reached around to cup my breasts, and soon I was fueled with desire, pushing back into him, meeting his every buck with comparable passion.

Sergei brought his hand down to my clitoris and then dipped two fingers into my hole. He finger fucked me, making me feel even fuller, until I could hear his gasps and feel his come seeping down my crack. I milked his cock by flexing my ass muscles until he had collapsed on my back, his sweat seeping into my skin, his breath jagged. He seemed spent but surprised me when I turned to face him and saw that his penis was growing hard once again. Well, you ve got quite a sex drive, I said jokingly. And taking his cock in hand I said, You blew me now I ll blow you!

Now I am a regular at Sergei s salon and a regular in his bed. I ve been having so much fun and looking so good that last week I called up my old boyfriend and thanked him for setting me free!

Ms. Chelsea C., Chicago, Illinois

MAN S OLD GIRLFRIEND IS DELIGHTED TO LEND A HELPING HAND AND THEN SOME

Posted on September 27, 2005 by The Editors

Carla and I had lived together for several months before breaking up, but after she moved out we remained friends and occasionally she d come over to use my computer. Carla s model type looks and willingness to have sex at any time were what drew me to her initially, and even after we broke up I still thought about some of the great times we had in bed.

One night when Carla was working on the computer in my loft office, I stayed in the living room downstairs watching TV. The loft is just above the living room and, perched on the couch, I could see Carla perfectly. As I attempted to watch a horror flick, I found myself glancing up at Carla from time to time, admiring her muscular legs and thinking about her kneeling before me nude, sucking my dick. Soon I had a persistent erection and was entirely too distracted to watch television.

Eager to satisfy my throbbing cock, I flipped off the tube, glanced up at Carla to ensure that she was still consumed in her work and made my way into the bedroom. I closed the door quietly behind me and eased off my sweatpants and shirt and lay naked on my bed.

Fantasizing about a particularly hot session with Carla, I slowly stroked myself. Pumping my hand up and down the length of my shaft, I recalled how Carla was very anally sensitive which had always turned me on tremendously and I remembered licking her beautiful asscrack and playing with her clit until she had a massive orgasm.

Not much later, with my cock hard and purple, I imagined Carla s big pink lips wrapped around the head as I brushed my palm past the rim, up and down, up and down. My breath grew heavy and just when my thoughts were about to wander to another scenario, a voice broke my reverie of hot passion.

I hate to interrupt, but I have to use the bathroom. Carla tried to sound casual, but I noticed her staring at my erect penis with a little smile on her face as she headed into the bathroom, which is connected to my bedroom.

Naturally, I hadn t meant to let her see me with my cock in hand. She seemed so absorbed in her work that I didn t think she d be taking a break anytime soon, but it was too late now. I didn t know what to do, and while I vacillated she opened the bathroom door. I still hadn t gotten my pants back on, so now she saw me standing with my cock pointing right at her.

I was speechless, but to my surprise, Carla broke the ice. I guess you re horny, huh? Does my being here have anything to do with it? she asked, inching closer.

Carla had made it clear after we broke up that friends meant just that and nothing more, but I knew that look in her eye and I was sure she had long forgotten her little speech. So, after managing to stammer an uh huh and feeling the damage was done, I suggested that she help me finish. As it was, standing in front of Carla when she looked so alluring made me throw caution to the wind.

What do you want me to do? she asked playfully.

Just your watching would do plenty. . . I said as I backed toward the bed. (I didn t really want to push it.) She slowly followed me into the room as I got up onto the bed. She came closer as I grasped my cock and started to slowly massage it, my head reeling as she seemed to become intrigued with the idea of watching me masturbate. I reared back and pushed my dick toward her as I continued to stimulate myself.

Feel my balls, honey, I said softly. She had always liked playing with my scrotum and I remembered vividly how she would knead it and squeeze it while she was giving me one of her super handjobs. Even now I quivered as her hand reached out and cupped by heated sac.

Like that? she asked as she rocked them in her hand firmly.

Yeah. You know what I like, baby, I moaned. I continued to stroke myself, now a little faster as she watched smiling, all the while teasing my testicles with her long fingers and manicured nails. The situation me naked and jerking off while Carla was fully clothed and pulling on my balls had me ready to come, but I tried to hold out. Yet, it got even better when Carla wrapped her sexy fingers around the top of my purpled spear and aided me in pumping my cock slowly up and down.

For a moment I nearly lost my breath, but I managed to relax and concentrate on the great sensations that were massaging my nerve endings and starting a fire in my groin.

I lifted my head up off the bed, knowing I would become further inspired by the visual, and watched Carla, eyes closed, with one hand sliding up and down the length of my shaft and her free hand rubbing her pussy through her cotton shorts. My eyes wandered to her breasts and I recalled the curve and swell of her large tits as I thought about how wet her hot little pussy might be. Imagining that I was touching Carla s chest and fingering her pussy, I settled back on the bed.

Together we quickened the pace and increased the pressure around my cock. The friction from Carla s hand did me in, and all of a sudden I was shooting come in the air, spurt after spurt landing on my stomach and chest. Some of it landed on Carla s forearm, but she didn t seem to mind, for she continued to squeeze my sac until my cock stopped creaming. Then she let go of my shaft and brought her arm to her mouth to lick off the come.

You naughty boy. Look at the mess you made, she said teasingly, smacking her lips.

Looking into her eyes and detecting a strong undercurrent of lust, I dared to ask, Now how about we work on you? Needless to say, Carla didn t get her work done that evening and she had to return the following evening. She s been coming over quite frequently now, claiming that I am a distraction but one that she truly welcomes.

Mr. Ronny S., Logan, Utah

FROM ORDINARY TO EXTRAORDINARY ONE COUPLE S TALE OF A MARRIAGE REBORN

Posted on September 27, 2005 by The Editors

What a great little magazine Variations is. My wife, Patty, and I both love it, especially the letters from men who enjoy watching their wives fuck other guys. It had always been my fantasy to watch Patty with another man, and a few years ago that fantasy finally came true. Since that first incident, I have watched Patty fuck at least a dozen men, and I love her more now than the day we were married.

Without question we got into this lifestyle because our sex life had become dull. I loved Patty as much as ever, but the spark that had fueled our early intimacies just wasn t there anymore. Then one night when Patty was horny and wanted to fuck but I was just too tired, she casually pointed out to me that there were plenty of men who would give anything to get into her pants.

I started to think about that idea, and I realized that my cock was getting hard. I asked Patty to tell me about the guys she had been with before me, and as she started to do so I got so turned on that I threw her down on the bed and fucked her like crazy. It was the best sex we d had in ages, and from then on I couldn t get the image of Patty with these other guys out of my mind.

It soon became a regular feature of our sex for Patty to describe to me her previous sexual encounters in lewd detail. Then one night, as I was pressing her for some details that she insisted she couldn t remember after all these years, I blurted out that perhaps she should refresh her memory. She stared at me wide eyed and asked if I was serious. When I saw the devilish look in her eye, I realized that indeed I was. And that s how we got started on our little adventures.

At first Patty would go out alone to pick up some guy. They would fuck in a motel, and then she would come home and tell me all the juicy details as we made love. Our sex life began to get hotter than ever before, her steamy stories arousing me to no end. Then the time finally came when I realized I didn t just want a full report of the action I wanted to be an on hand observer take in the scene, up close and personal, as it were.

Patty agreed to give it a try, so we started placing ads in a swing paper. We always asked the guys to include a photo, and if Patty liked the looks of the guy we would answer his letter and try to set up a meeting. Well, the first time up we hit a home run, with everything going even better than we d hoped. We were hooked, and now we try to get together with a new man at least once every three months. Our most recent adventure was just last week, and it was one of our hottest. Here s a little taste of what happened:

We were to meet a guy named Hank at an out of the way motel, and from the second he arrived I knew I was in for a treat. He was a big man, tall and brawny, with thick dark hair and a beard. Patty was immediately captivated by his lumberjack looks, and she wasted no time in stripping down to her bra and panties and sprawling out on the bed. Hank shot me only the briefest questioning glance before he shed his jeans and flannel shirt, revealing his hairy and muscular body. He joined Patty on the bed as I took a seat in a chair nearby.

Hank s cock was massive, a huge, hard log of flesh, and Patty was drooling over it. She pushed Hank back on the bed and bent over to tongue his thick shaft, her eyes glued on mine as she slurped on his enormous erection. My wife s delicious ass was pointed high in the air, and all I could think about was the moment when Hank would shove himself between her slick pussy lips.

Patty tried desperately to suck Hank s cock all the way in, but she was only able to manage about half of it. She made a valiant effort, though, and before long Hank was grunting with pleasure, his hips raised off the bed as she repeatedly slid him in and out of her mouth. The sight of her sucking on this huge cock had me hotter than hell and I had my own cock in hand, but I tried to stroke slowly, awaiting the main event.

With pre come glossing her full lips, Patty stopped slobbering over Hank s shaft long enough to beg him to fuck her. He didn t have to be asked twice. In one swift move he was on his knees, picking up Patty s small body as if she were as light as a feather and positioning her on her hands and knees before him. He spread her asscheeks wide apart, taking in the view of her sopping pussy and puckered asshole, and then he rammed his log like cock inside her cunt, causing her to howl in delight.

Patty tried to brace herself against Hank s powerful thrusts, but his bulk had her tiny body sliding all over the bed. He was fucking her with a fury, his fat shaft splitting her pink cunt lips on each stroke, then disappearing deep into her depths. When he began to slap her asscheeks as he fucked her, I began to pant with excitement. And then, without warning, Hank was coming, pulling out just in time to splatter his hot come all over Patty s round ass. As he was erupting, he reached down to play with her cunt, and the first touch of his rough fingers had her coming like crazy.

Hank stuck around long enough to fuck my wife two more times, and I succeeded in coming only once while watching all that hot action. But when Hank left you can bet I got my fill of Patty, fucking her like a wild man until my cock was thoroughly spent. It was fantastic.

Our time with Hank was amazing, but the other adventures have been great as well. I have watched Patty being fucked in every position imaginable, and I have seen her suck cock and have her pussy eaten. I never participate or interfere with her dates, preferring to wait until the guy leaves to take the reins, at which time we are both hotter than ever. I don t know how long Patty and I will keep up with this lifestyle, but we are having too much fun to even think about stopping.

Mr. Leon C., Monmouth, Oregon

SWAPPING STUFFY SUITS FOR WOMEN S CLOTHING AND DOING THE TOWN

Posted on September 27, 2005 by The Editors

I am a successful businessman who lives a fairly conservative life in the suburbs. I have, however, one secret that I keep from my friends and associates. My special passion comes from dressing up in women s lingerie. I often masturbate while wearing hose and lingerie, because silky fabric brushing against my skin always arouses me beyond belief. Sometimes, when it gets hectic at work, I don t find the time to dress up, but I always return to my special pleasure.

I had never worn more than panties and pantyhose until about a year ago, when I decided to purchase a bra and panty set at a local outlet mall. When I tried the set on along with my sheer black pantyhose, I got more excited than ever. I began to entertain notions of going out in public dressed fully as a woman. The thought of being caught in some compromising position while dressed up turned me on something fierce.

I decided to follow my urges when I was away on a business trip, so I purchased a pair of four inch heels, a turtleneck sweater and a denim skirt. To fill the sweater out, I filled two balloons with water and placed them in the cups of my bra. I had also bought a long curly red wig, makeup, lipstick, false eyelashes and press on fingernails. I was all set to start my transformation in the comfort of my motel room.

That evening I was breathless with excitement as I took a long, hot bath, during which I shaved off all my body hair. After drying off I began to apply my makeup. Even though I was totally inexperienced in putting on makeup, I managed to get my base on quite evenly and the eyebrows penciled in just right before putting on the lashes, eyeliner and eye shadow. I then put on the panties, bra and pantyhose, followed by the skirt and the sweater. Next came the red nails and, finally, the wig and a pair of clip on earrings.

I was pleasantly surprised at the overall look as I gazed at myself in the mirror. Sure, I could have been a little smaller and had more feminine features, but I realized with no little satisfaction that I could pass for a statuesque, handsome woman. I practiced walking in my heels and sitting down so that my legs stayed together. As I became more and more confident, I was struck with an idea. I took off my wig and shoes, then put on a loose jogging suit and sneakers over the rest of my outfit.

Throwing my stuff into a bag, I quickly walked to my car and then drove off. I pulled around in back of my motel, where there was a lighted alley extending behind a large strip mall. Then I removed my jogging attire and replaced my heels and the wig, retouching my lipstick a tad. Dizzy with fear and excitement, I zoomed off to the nearby highway.

As I drove along, I tried not to draw too much attention to myself or to make eye contact with other motorists. I drove about ten miles out of town to a nearby rest stop, where I settled in and prepared to make my boldest move yet. I got out of my car and walked casually over to the nearby vending machines, my breath caught in my throat. I managed to purchase a soda and return to my car without incident, though my nervousness had momentarily robbed me of my previously perpetual hard on.

I got back on the highway and drove to the next rest stop, where I repeated the same scene. At the third stop I got out and pretended to use the pay phone for a solid five minutes. My confidence zooming, I then headed for a shopping mall, where I got out of my car and walked toward the entrance until I got too close to the other customers for comfort. I was more turned on than ever.

After several hours of these exciting little adventures, I returned to my motel. As it was late, I couldn t get a parking spot directly in front of my room, but this just excited me all the more. I looked around and didn t see anyone, so I grabbed my bag, got out of the car and walked to my room with my head held high and my erection throbbing in my pantyhose.

As soon as I was inside the room I stripped off my skirt, sweater and pantyhose and began to stroke my rigid cock through my silky panties while watching myself in the mirror. As I pumped my shaft, I thought about how daring and liberating it had felt to parade around dressed as a woman, and I began to fantasize about actually entering the mall and shopping at a lingerie store while in drag. That thought got me so hot that my orgasm barreled through me, and I blasted spurt after spurt of sticky come into my silky panties.

Still dressed in my women s undergarments, I curled up in bed and turned off the light. As I stroked the satiny lace of my bra, I decided to do whatever it took to move my next out of town trip up several weeks.

Mr. Rex O., Roseville, Michigan

AND IN THIS CORNER . . . SPORTING COUPLE GIVES NEW MEANING TO BATTLE OF THE SEXES

Posted on September 27, 2005 by The Editors

These days women are into all sorts of things we never did before, from flying combat aircraft to sumo wrestling. More and more I see clips on TV about women getting into boxing and even fighting in the Golden Gloves, but I ll bet few of them have put the erotic spin on boxing that my lover, Mac, and I do.

There s nothing like trading punches with an opponent. Boxercise helps me liberate my strong side, and that brings out my very physical need for sex. Boxing is a test of strength and stamina and dominant sexual willpower, as Mac and I give new meaning to the battle of the sexes. We role play the sport both at the gym and in bed.

I took up boxing because it felt good I loved the rush of a well delivered punch. When Mac saw that I had an extra pair of sixteen ounce boxing gloves, he couldn t resist trying them on. His erection showed that he had the same reaction I did to tugging those musky soft leather weapons onto his fists. We traded playful punches, breaking off only to fuck, and then we fought again until we were both totally drained and exhausted. Since then we ve had any number of pussy pounding rematches. We are both hooked on hot boxing.

Once Mac laces on the boxing gloves, I can treat him like a human punching bag, knowing he can take care of himself. Other women at the gym have become fascinated by this new sport of mine and seem to be eager to try it themselves, even if they think it is a little kinky at first. They soon realized how hot it makes both me and my lover and how much we enjoy both the punches and the clinches. Often Mac s erection becomes a target for soft, playful punches, and he spurts a geyser of come onto my gloves. Who says hitting below the belt is unfair?

I love when my glove sinks into female flesh, too. I can feel the exquisite thrust of the power behind my punch as the soft leather caresses my opponent s skin, and I can imagine her pussy lips swelling with passion like a bruise. I enjoy the sound of the soft leather glove slamming into slick, sweaty skin, and the way a woman s breasts swing as she punches. I use the gloves to caress her clit and kiss her nether lips as well. You could call it the K.O. kiss, when fighting turns to fucking and the follow through hardens my nipples as she falls at my feet, weakened by the impact of my caressing glove. I often come right then and there.

Mac and I invented our own sort of sex match, too. He can stroke his cock with one glove while fondling his balls with the other, all the while watching me rub my pussy with my own gloves. And it gives an added thrill to be sparring and knock him to his knees, clutching his head between my fists and making him get in a few more licks of his own.

There are all sorts of variations on the theme. I ve made Mac lick his come off his gloves if he shoots before I m ready, and you should have seen the shocked but sublime expression he had the first time. And with other women, when it comes to the ultimate pussy punch, the thumb of my boxing glove is the ultimate dildo. Take it from a real boxing babe, this is the greatest way I can think of to fuck your way to fighting fitness.

Ms. Adriana W., Cincinnati, Ohio

Unfinished Embers

Posted on September 27, 2005 by Daphne Harrelson

I kept telling myself not to get carried away as I dressed for dinner, but my efforts at self control weren t proving successful. Now that my husband and I finally had the kind of home we d always craved, our guest list usually consisted of business associates from the firms we worked for. Tonight, however, we had someone considerably more appealing to entertain.

Andrew was in his late twenties, a couple of years younger than my husband and I. The three of us met in graduate school and had become close friends, despite the fact that Geoffrey and Andrew were soon competing for more than grades. Whereas Geoffrey had always proven himself steady and comfortably predictable in his passion, Andrew had been reckless, aggressive and as undeniably selfish as he was supremely arousing. Though I was sure I d made the right decision in marrying Geoff, I d secretly continued to wonder how my life might have turned out had he been less determined to settle down and Andrew more interested in commitment.

We hadn t heard from Andrew since he attended our wedding a year and a half earlier. Then, suddenly, he called and announced that he d be passing through the area on business. Geoffrey has never been the jealous type a fact that I found reassuring and yet somehow disappointing when I d originally chosen between them. He immediately invited Andrew over for dinner.

Watching myself in the mirror, I boldly donned a low cut dress, one that required me to remain braless, spritzed some perfume into the valley between my ample breasts and slipped my freshly manicured bare feet into some black spike heeled pumps. My heartbeat quickened as I imagined myself once again sitting next to the most dynamic lover I d ever known. Stubbornly I banished the nagging fantasy that kept trying to take shape in my head, something too outrageous to even consider. Still, an impish inner voice kept whispering that something much more exciting than gourmet coffee and shared recollections awaited us that evening.

Champagne in hand, Andrew came through the door, and I was delighted to find that he hadn t changed a bit. The body beneath his tweed suit was still toned and lean, his stylish blond hair curled over his high forehead, and his gray eyes gleamed with mischief as he bent and kissed me on the cheek.

Daphne! Great to see you! Andrew was laughing with pleasure as he surveyed our home with its high ceilings and our many refinishing furniture projects. So this is what s been keeping you away from tennis on the weekends.

Though I blushed nervously at his all too accurate appraisal, Geoffrey laughed and guided him to a seat in the dining room. He carefully opened another bottle with just the right pop, poured each of us a glass and then we proceeded to enjoy lively conversation about jobs, politics and mutual acquaintances. Halfway through the meal, though, I began to see that Andrew was scrutinizing me and Geoffrey. Then I caught him gazing at my exposed cleavage, a thought that made my nipples harden visibly beneath my gown. Both of them must have noticed, for Andrew cleared his throat, as if something had been on his mind all evening.

So tell the truth, he demanded. How s it really going with you two?

I blushed deeply while Geoffrey merely looked uncomfortable. What do you mean by that?

Andrew plunked down his fruit knife and regarded us solemnly. I mean this house, your careers . . . I used to feel like you were desperate for me to leave so you could pounce on each other. Now it seems . . . amplified, somehow peaceful.

Funny you should say that. I glanced at my husband, not sure how I should respond. Geoff only shrugged. His reaction made sense, in a way: Andrew had always been our confidant, a kind of third point that formed the plane of our relationship. Our lives have changed a lot since we married. I guess we ve discovered that respectability isn t the aphrodisiac our mothers promised.

Oh, I figured that out for myself years ago. Apparently pleased with himself, Andrew flashed a smile that caused a familiar wetness to seep through my panties. My blush deepened, mostly because my reaction didn t come as a surprise. Had either of them ever suspected that the same thing had happened many times when they assumed that I d been hungering for Geoffrey? Had they ever suspected how often I d slipped out of my devoted fianc s bed and hurried back to Andrew s?

As I stared at Andrew, unable to control the powerful emotions such memories provoked, my throat began to constrict as if my pearls were shrinking around it.

I have to admit, things were different back then. Sex seemed so forbidden, so exciting. Geoffrey toyed with his espresso cup and sighed. The truth is, Andrew, I ve always admired the way you aroused Daphne.

Astonished, I tried to cut him off. Geoffrey

He held up his hand solemnly. No, let me finish. When I asked you here tonight, I was really thinking of her. Much as I hate to admit it, I think she still fancies you.

Andrew understood right away. He was too much the egoist not to get it. His voice trickled up and down my spine like a physical touch as he leaned across the table and pressed his hand on top of mine. Really? Is this true, Daphne?

Yes, I confessed, licking my lips as I noticed the rising tent in the pants of my husband s conservative charcoal suit, which he hadn t bothered to take off after work. I folded my hands primly in my lap, instinctively trying to hide the persistent wetness that threatened to seep right through my filmy nylon crotch onto my too tight dress.

How about that, old boy? Took some courage to say that. Though Geoffrey tried to sound casual, his voice shook as he invited Andrew into our bedroom. All I ask is that you let me watch.

Andrew kept his hand on mine, caressing my wrist and then my fingers as he leaned toward me. If Daphne has no objections, he whispered, then neither do I.

My heart was pounding so hard I was sure they could both hear it. Did other people s fantasies come true this way, too? Our journey up the stairs and down the hall passed like a dream. My legs were shaking like they did after a particularly draining orgasm a sensation I suspected I d experience for real soon enough.

Inside our bedroom, Geoffrey dropped into the wingtip chair and immediately clawed off his tie, while Andrew, hardly nervous at all, paused to survey the silky sea green sheets and brocade pillows adorning the king sized bed.

Nice, he murmured. So soft and so inviting just like you are, Daphne.

I slid onto the mattress. Andrew s seductive yet commanding tone aroused me almost beyond control. I reached out and drew him close, undoing his belt buckle and grasping at the hem of his shirt. He grinned and tugged gently free, preferring to strip at his own pace like the experienced tease he d always been. He tossed his clothing onto the plush carpet, pausing as he reached for the waistband of his jockeys. He seemed to force himself to ignore Geoffrey s reaction as he kicked his briefs off and let his magnificent erection bulge out. I stared, famished, as his cock arced outward at the distinctive angle I always remembered. The shaft was slick with perspiration, my only indication that he, too, felt somewhat apprehensive. His flesh glistened in the amber glare of the dimmed lights.

His body tensed with arousal when I reached out and ran my hand over the muscles in his exposed stomach and thighs, the corded surface lightly sprinkled with silky, honey colored fuzz. I shifted my eyes toward Geoffrey, who still sat, watching us with an inscrutable expression. I wondered what Andrew s body looked like to him. Did he see the same unfurled power there, in that gently swaying cock? Did he experience, even for the briefest moment, the desire I felt, to squeeze it deep inside me, to let it penetrate me and yet to subdue it utterly, wring it dry and crush it between my heaving cunt muscles?

Geoffrey nodded for me to continue. His pants were open now, and his cock bulged as he began pumping it lightly. As Andrew knelt on the mattress beside me and began to tease my gown open in the back, I had an inspiration.

Geoffrey, I want you to keep yourself hard, I commanded, keeping my eyes focused on him as Andrew slowly bared the length of my body. A thicket of dark hair spilled out from between my legs in a damp tangle as he slid both my dress and skimpy undergarments off with one practiced move. Go on, touch your cock. Act like you re getting it hard for me. I don t want it until it s as big as it can get.

Geoff swallowed. His fingers tightened a little at the base of his cock as he forced it down lengthwise against his left thigh. He tipped his chin back at an angle, half closing his eyes with pleasure as his mushroom shaped crown swelled demandingly beneath his desperate ministrations. I saw his flushed balls jiggling inside the musky cavern of his trousers.

That s better, I cooed as Andrew guided me to a prone position on the bedspread. My ears slowly filled with the pounding of my own excited pulse as Andrew stretched out alongside me and covered my cunt with his whole face.

I ve always loved the way you taste, he murmured against my contracting entrance, the vibration of his voice providing an additional caress. I trembled from the sensation of his lush mouth parting my outer folds gingerly, as if he were opening the petals of a flower. His teeth and tongue probed further inside, the fearless assault stinging the tender flesh within.

I began to buck and squirm as he drove his face harder against my soaking bush and plunged his tongue against my burning clit. His passionate fingers prodded my slick cavern. As exquisite shivers racked my body, I reached between us to wrap my hand around his straining shaft.

Oh, you always knew how to make me last, I wheezed out between groans of pleasure as he tormented me with his whole head, pressing down on my clit until I was ready to explode and then quickly pulling away and leaving me stranded. The throbbing between my legs reached a feverish tempo, building until I didn t think I could take any more.

Your turn! I exclaimed, sitting up quickly. Before he could object, I shoved his damp, laboring body down on the bed and straddled him. I opened my thighs and parted my pussy lips enticingly with my hand. My moist inner lips sucked his torso as if my needy pussy was bestowing lewd kisses.

Now, Andrew, I instructed, shimmying my hips to fully expose my desperate hole. It was so slick with desire that his beautiful cock almost slithered in by itself. I m so ready for you.

However you want it, Daphne. Exhaling deeply, Andrew used his fingers to push his eager shaft forward. Always the perfectionist in such matters, he took a few moments to straighten it out and ease it more tightly between my legs. After a few practice strokes, he slid into me with a moan.

I, too, sighed and shuddered as that familiar cock invaded me, filling me more perfectly and fully than any other cock ever had. My full breasts, prickly with arousal, bounced against each other as I rode him hard, clutching handfuls of his chest hair, just like I might have grasped a bucking stallion s rough mane. Andrew s broad hands on my hips steadied me, at the same time jamming me down harder on his enormous, lurching pole. As we writhed together, our bodies seemed to crackle with shared electric current.

Unbelievable, I murmured, drawing the syllables out as long as my heaving lungs would allow. I threw my head back, crying out in much greater abandon as the heat squeezed through me, my cunt lips molding around his hard shaft like a spasming fist. White spots danced in front of my clamped lids as what felt like a raging wall of fire built within me, waiting for the right moment to immolate us both.

Still, at the last minute, I held myself back. I opened my eyes and glanced over at Geoffrey. Though my head was whirling, I could see that my husband, far from being jealous, was actually getting off on the scene. To my delight, he was looking at me not with the expression of the dutiful husband he d become, but with Andrew s eyes Andrew, who found me a delicious, forbidden fruit, tasted and savored on the sly.

Geoff got to his feet and stood beside our heaving bodies. His cock had grown dark purple and moist, the veins in his shaft pulsing thick and blue against his constricted skin. He had opened his shirt and stripped his pants completely off, and his hand still worked his erection as it stood perpendicular to his sweat covered thighs.

I reached out to squeeze that waiting shaft and watched Geoffrey s face, his eyes closing completely as the first tremors of a waiting orgasm rocked his hips and visibly tugged at the insides of his spread legs. A pearly drop of clear liquid had formed right on the tip of his purplish crown. When I held out my hand to clasp the knotted sinew of his thigh, he stumbled obediently forward.

Moving my hand up, I tilted his engorged tool to my face and touched my tongue to his tiny, creaming cock slit. Then I began rolling his shaft between my palms like a wad of tough cookie dough, pinching and patting it roughly, occasionally pausing to clutch at his balls. As I rocked back and forth there on top of Andrew s body, our gazes locked meaningfully and my body flushed again with fresh need.

Geoff, I gasped breathlessly, timing my words to fall between Andrew s energetic thrusts, Come and do me. I want both of you both of you together.

Geoff s sweat beaded upper lip curved in a wicked smile. He lifted his tense arms, peeled off his damp shirt and flung it into the corner. Andrew continued to slide in and out of my slavering cunt with increasing frenzy as Geoff, now fully naked, crawled onto the bed. He got up on his knees so that he was also straddling Andrew s torso, but positioned himself to take advantage of my exposed asshole.

As he did, my stomach gave an eager lurch. This was something we d tried only a couple of times, years ago. I d often fantasized about once again experiencing that singular mix of uplifting pain and exquisite pleasure, but Geoff had always held back from further experimentation, and I d never had the audacity to push him. Now Geoff s groin pressed against my sweating buttocks, the blazing tip of his cock seeking my warm hidden recesses. He tormented the pucker of my ass with a few cautious half strokes as cries of pleasure parched my throat. He thought he was getting me primed, but I was already so open and ready that my every pore seemed to be screaming out for him to enter me!

Please, I begged, overcome by the beginnings of a roaring explosion sweltering inside me.

Not yet. I want you to enjoy this. Tormenting me with his exquisite caution, Geoff gripped my sweat glazed asscheeks more firmly. I steeled my cunt muscles against the powerful current that was starting to rush through me as Geoffrey reared back and suddenly rammed all the way into me with one powerful stroke. I swallowed a cry as I felt the silky brush surrounding Geoffrey s cock and swollen balls slip right inside the crack of my ass. A moment later I was thrashing in ecstasy, trapped between their sweating bodies.

Suddenly, Andrew let out a howl of pleasure and animal relief as a stream of pearly come arced out of the junction of his body and mine to spatter our hot skin and the tangled sheets below. His orgasm only pushed me along further, and I cried out again and again as my passion overwhelmed me.

As Andrew came, Geoffrey eased back, breathing hard and fast. He dug his sweaty fingers against my rib cage, leaving the tip of his cock just inside me. Soon I was treated to a powerful spurt of Geoffrey s come as it blazed a trail of revitalized desire through me. As I, too, toppled over the edge, it wasn t Andrew s name that rose to my fevered lips. Yes! I shrieked out. Oh, Geoff, yes, yes!

With a final groan, Andrew collapsed underneath me and lay flat on his back, blotches of sticky semen seeping over his flushed skin. Geoffrey, who had been leaning into the sweat slicked small of my back as his orgasm drained him, slid down beside us. He shuddered as a brief aftershock rippled through him, and then he and I shared a private gaze, pleased by our little scene, as the three of us lay in a heap.

I have to thank you, Andrew, my husband panted, after he d recovered his voice. That was truly a wonderful experience.

I m sure he s got plenty more he could show us, I teased. Geoffrey s cock, though spent, still blazed against my leg. A trickle of come parted the fine hairs dusting his balls, and I lifted my fingers to stroke it clean. Maybe we could invite him over again sometime, if he promises to stay in touch.

That s possible. Geoffrey smiled, covering my fingers in his and whisking them over his slippery torso. As I watched admiringly, his rekindled erection tentatively raised itself to its full height once again. Finally he disengaged his hand and slid it lazily into the slippery juncture of my thighs. It s also possible that, by the time he shows up again, you and I might have discovered a few things we can teach him.

MAKING SWEET MUSIC WITH A SOPHISTICATED FRENCH PIANO PLAYER

Posted on September 23, 2005 by The Editors

For the past two months, I ve spent Friday nights at an intimate piano bar near my apartment. Sometimes I ll meet a date there, occasionally I ll go alone, but the reason for my loyal patronage is Dominique. Watching her play the piano keeps me glued to my seat, particularly now that I know her nimble fingers can do more than just tickle the ivories.

Play it again, Sam, my blind date said just a half hour into the evening. I tried to focus my attention on him, despite his penchant for clich s, but Dominique looked too wonderful to ignore. She was a vision in shimmery red, her nearly black hair swept up to leave her shoulders bare. My eyes could not stay off her. I have been attracted to women before, yes, but not in this primal, electric way, and now the mere sight of a piano causes my breath to quicken, my body to warm from the inside out.

My date drove me home, and after a quick kiss goodbye, I made my way back into the night and returned to the bar. She was on her last set, and I nursed my drink, waiting for her to finish. She settled next to me with a smile of recognition, and I complimented her on her talent. With a French accent (be still my heart now my fantasy woman was truly complete!) she said, I play what they tell me here. At home, that is where I practice my art.

I told her I would love to hear some of her original work, and in a flurry of invitation, acceptance, embarrassment and fumbling of keys, I was soon in her apartment watching her play with such passion that I was spellbound.

Come sit, she said during a pause, sliding over the bench to make room for me. She took one of my hands in hers and resumed playing with the other. Keeping her eyes on me, she kissed my fingers one by one, making her way slowly across my palm with her tongue, traversing the length of my arm for what felt like a delicious eternity. All the while she kept at a steady rhythm on the piano, filling the room with the sounds of a summer rain shower.

My skin was aflame, and when the thin strap of her red gown fell over one shoulder, I gripped her with both hands and kissed her with all the pent up desire of the past two months. Never had a kiss been better, at least not for me, and feeling her lips all over my face, my neck, my ears, the smoothness of her skin against mine, the way she took my entire tongue into her mouth to suck it, how she lightly bit my lips with her small teeth I came from that very first kiss.

She smiled and said, From the moment I saw you, I knew one day we d be friends. She lowered her eyes and, through the thick lashes, gave me a look that described many things other than friendship. This was the first time I had ever had a friend like this, but as she moved off the bench to squat between my knees, I soon realized that this was not a new experience for her.

She spread my legs and held them apart with her shoulders, using a single finger to pull my panties off from under my skirt, before removing that too in one swift gesture. She extended a hand to help me to stand and said, Take the shirt off yourself, but leave on the shoes. I slowly removed my shirt so that I stood naked in my black suede pumps.

She positioned me to face the keyboard, and pressing her body against my back, she reached around to seize my breasts in her hands. Cupping them lightly, she would break away occasionally to swirl the nipples with her fingertips, kissing the back of my neck and shoulders with the delicacy of a feather. I felt a crescendo building in my body, and with perfect timing she reached between my legs to grip my pussy with her hand, using two fingers to manipulate my clit in a slow, circular pattern. She simultaneously slid her thumb into my dripping slit, letting it pulse against the front wall like a lazy metronome. With the other hand she continued to stroke my breasts and the flatness of my stomach. When she felt the wave of orgasm ripple through my channel, she pressed her body hard against mine, grinding her crotch against my ass.

She whispered in my ear, Turn around so I can see your face. I did as I was told, and she reached down for my pussy once more, sliding two fingers inside me as deeply as she could while using the other hand to probe my clit, quickly this time. She brought her lips to my breasts, and with her tongue she painted the rays of the sun around my erect nipples.

I held my breath as I felt the familiar wash of climax breach the shore, but she stopped everything to bring a single wet fingertip to my lips. She traced their outline with my juices, letting me taste myself before dipping in again, this time bringing her fingers to her mouth.

She led me into her bedroom, where she turned her back and motioned for me to unzip her long dress. It fell from her body like the drop of a curtain. I was amazed by the flawlessness of her skin, the way the cheeks of her ass curved upward like tiny, perfect hills, how her waist nipped in under her full, round breasts. But her legs! From the red stiletto heels to the cleft of her sex, I have never seen legs so long and flawless.

Nonchalantly, she walked over to the window and propped one shapely leg onto the sill, bending over for a moment to tease me with her raised ass and a quick peek of her cunt.

She slid a hand between her legs, rubbing her neatly trimmed pussy with the palm of her hand. She stared at me over her shoulder while she pleasured herself, giving me a perfect view of how wet and ready she was. As she slid a finger into her pussy, I joined her with my hand and together we finger fucked her to a slow and steady climax.

We went to her bed, a king size canopy with lacy sheets that smelled of lavender, and she lay atop me. Dominique and I are the same size, so as we embraced, I could feel how perfectly our bodies matched up. I spread my legs around her, gripping her gorgeous thighs with mine, and she smoothed my long blonde hair off my face as we kissed. She moved her hips slowly into mine, grinding my pussy with hers and, as our clits made slow, rhythmic contact, it felt as if a jolt of lightning had struck my cunt. Nothing has ever compared to this, nothing. I lost myself in the sensation, said things I could not remember even for a million dollars and bucked underneath her in such ecstasy that I am surprised she was able to weather the ride.

When I finally came to, she was smiling at me. You haven t done this before, have you? I could tell she was pleased by my innocence. She covered my body with long, slow kisses, ending at my feet, and straddled me into a sixty nine. How I loved the sight of her pussy above me! I pulled her hips down so I could inhale her, or at least try to, and I drank in her nectar as she drank in mine.

Her breasts swayed above me, and I raised myself up slightly to brush the tips of her swollen nipples with my stomach. Propped on one elbow, she used her other hand to spread my lips wide, exposing me like no other lover has, exploring every inch of my sex like an archaeologist. She slid a finger in and out of me slowly for some time before gently inserting her pinkie into my asshole. I had never experienced that before and, as she occupied both orifices while steadily sucking my clit, I could no longer concentrate on pleasing her, so taken was I with the triple sensation.

After another mind blowing orgasm (I was beginning to lose count), I sat up to give her my full attention. I eased her onto her back, and with her legs spread wide, I dove into her cunt like a madwoman. I lashed her clit as if I was angry at it, then made up with slow, delicate laps that made her legs quiver with pleasure. I tongued from her pubic hair to her asscrack, delighting in her wetness, the sweet yet tangy, musky aura of her sex. I finally figured out why guys enjoy cunnilingus so much. I held her legs firmly apart, even when I felt her trying to squeeze them together as she climaxed. I watched her face as she came, again and again, studied the rounded undersides of her breasts as they heaved with passion.

I no longer bring my dates with me to watch her play the piano at the bar. I save my dates for Saturday nights instead. I have to remember where I am when my hand longs to satisfy the ache between my legs as she magically floats her fingers across the keys. I know it s only a matter of hours before she s all mine again, and it brings new meaning to the phrase, Thank God it s Friday.

Ms. Lauren V., Davenport, Iowa

FEMALE PARTY OF FIVE LETS IT ALL HANG OUT IN THE CARIBBEAN

Posted on September 23, 2005 by The Editors

My two best girlfriends and I often dreamed about spending a few days on a tropical beach, sipping cocktails and flirting with sexy guys. So when we graduated from college, we decided to treat ourselves to a week in the Caribbean. We were all feeling free and uninhibited, and we couldn t wait to flaunt our teeny bikinis and start reeling in the men.

The three of us have never had any problem attracting men, because we are all sexy in our own way. Sonya and Desiree are as different as night and day, Sonya being tall and thin with long flaming red hair, whereas Desiree is short and full figured, with olive skin and short dark hair. Sonya is unpredictable and transforms into a seductive temp tress on occasion, whereas Desiree tends to be more reserved (though the sounds of lust I have heard emanating from her bedroom belie her good girl demeanor). I tend to play the role of moderator, dousing Sonya s fire when necessary and convincing Desiree to loosen up when she starts to turn shy.

Arriving at our destination, we deplaned in an oppressive heat that almost immediately had us drenched with sweat. Outside the airport, taxis came screeching to a halt before us, hoping for our fare. Perhaps it had something to do with the way the blinding sun was shining through Sonya s sundress, accentuating her extra long legs.

The old taxi made its way down the winding dirt roads, eventually pulling up before the majestic iron gates of our villa. It was far more secluded than I had imagined. Fragrant blossoms erupted from every imaginable surface, and an hour glass shaped pool was surrounded by palm trees and colorful bou gainvillea. It was an incredible sight, but I have to admit that the lack of activity was disappointing. There was literally not another person in sight. Plus, the concierge warned us not to wander beyond the gates, claiming that the area was dangerous for tourists, especially women. It turned out that many other guests would be arriving the next morning, but for that night it was only the three of us and two other women.

We showered and headed for the pool, sporting our more conservative one piece suits and saving our teeny bikinis for when the other guests arrived. We lounged under a striped parasol, a well dressed waiter coming around to take our food and drink orders. Soon Sonya and I headed for the pool, the water cooling our heated skin. Within minutes, Sonya had removed her suit. I asked what the hell she was doing, and she pointed out that no one was around. With that, she swam toward me and began teasingly tugging at the straps of my suit.

I decided she was right about the place being deserted, so I slipped out of my suit, my breasts bobbing to the surface. What did I tell you? Sonya said, reaching out to playfully flick at my nipples. I knew you would like it.

She was right. Being naked in a public place was surprisingly arousing, and my cunt was starting to hum with desire. Sonya moved back and leaned against the edge of the pool, her eyes focused intently on me. I began to wonder if she might have something naughty planned, and that thought caused my hand to drift absently to my cunt, where it stroked my pubic hair gently.

Let me do that, a female voice whispered in my ear. I just about screamed in surprise while Sonya just grinned at me smugly. Apparently some other guests had arrived at the pool and Sonya had seen them and decided not to inform me. I saw that Desiree was occupied with a tall brunette wearing only a thong bikini bottom that accentuated her firm buttocks. The woman was rubbing suntan oil over Desiree s ass, her slick fingers occasionally sliding down toward Desiree s cunt. Desiree groaned softly, obviously enjoying what the woman was doing.

While I was amazed by how fast the whole scene was moving, I wasn t surprised to see Desiree with a woman she d had several female lovers before. I decided that this must be the way things went here in the islands, so I might as well just kick back and enjoy the ride. While I watched Desiree and the brunette, the woman behind me moved closer, her breasts pressing into my back. Sonya was no longer smiling smugly rather, her lips were slightly parted and she was tracing her finger in circles around her left nipple.

I was so turned on I couldn t believe it, even though I couldn t see this mysterious woman behind me, nor could I bring myself to ask her name. She moved my hair aside so that she had full access to my breasts, and she reached around and began kneading them gently, rolling the nipples between her fingers. Then I noticed her signaling to Sonya, saying in a whisper that had a European accent, It s just too big a job for one person.

Sonya was upon me before I even knew what was happening, and as a group the three of us gravitated to shallower water. I was the tallest, and the top half of my ass was above the water. Sonya looked me straight in the eye. I could see the lust brimming within her, so I nodded in silent assent. Then she lowered her face and buried it between my breasts, her tongue flicking my nipples until they seemed to be throbbing. Soon I was reaching for her cunt, the sensation of her suckling my nipples and her warm body pressed against mine being so intense that I almost forgot about the other woman.

But I remembered her in a flash when her fingers glided between my legs and began stroking my cunt lips. She slipped several digits deep inside me as her other hand massaged my clitoris. I did the same thing to Sonya, who started moaning and thrusting her cunt against my probing fingers. The mystery woman began to increase her pace, thrusting her fingers in and out of me while expertly rolling my clitoris between her fingers. I wanted to prolong the pleasure but before I knew it I was exploding in orgasm, my knees buckling as waves of pleasure washed over me.

But I was too aroused to stop. I thrust my fingers into Sonya s hot cunt over and over until she was begging me to give her more. She lifted her head from my breasts and pressed her lips against mine, and we kissed passionately as I continued to work her slick cunt. Her legs began to quiver around my hand as she started to come, her cunt gripping my burrowing fingers tightly.

We were all ready for more, so with only a word or two exchanged we moved up onto the deck. For the first time I saw my mystery woman, a gorgeous, muscular Scandinavian looking blonde with dark green eyes, and I became aroused all over again. Before long I had my face buried in Sonya s pussy, lapping away as I tasted my first cunt. Our blonde guest squatted over Sonya s face, and Sonya plastered her mouth to the woman s pussy, fucking her with her tongue. I sucked on Sonya s clitoris until she exploded in orgasm, followed shortly by our new friend, who cried out so loudly that I was sure we would be discovered.

Meanwhile, Desiree and her lover had tired each other out, and they soon joined us to bask in the sun. All of our bodies were slick with oil and pussy juices. The throbbing in my cunt never fully subsided, for every time I turned my head I saw the brunette s soft pink nipples being teased to erection by Desiree s tongue.

The five of us made a pact to leave the next day in search of another secluded resort. After all, the next morning the villa would be swarming with guests, and we had only just begun to explore the possibilities of hosting a private party for five. Attracting men with our alluring bikinis would have to wait.

Ms. Terry D., Highland, California

GOOD FRIENDS WHO LOVE TO CHECK OUT GUYS DISCOVER SOMETHING THAT S EVEN MORE FUN

Posted on September 23, 2005 by The Editors

I first met Patty when we were both taking our law boards and we became fast friends, despite our apparent differences. I m tall and rail thin, with short hair and small breasts that don t need a bra. Patty, on the other hand, has long blonde hair and is shorter than me, with a trim, athletic figure. Even though she favored cyberworld and I newspapers, we found shared interests especially guy watching and complemented each other in numerous ways. For example, I found myself feeding off her frenetic energy, while my down to earth attitude had a calming effect on her.

My feelings for Patty began to change after we became roommates. I had never considered myself bisexual, yet my eyes would linger over other women s bodies in the locker room at our tennis club. Sometimes I would get so horny I had to run to a bathroom stall to masturbate, feeling both guilty and excited at the same time.

Slowly then, I began looking at my roommate differently, that familiar desire flowering again. Patty is quite attractive and has this habit of lounging around wearing nothing but an old boyfriend s button down denim shirt, which allows me glimpses of her firm breasts and soft golden triangle. She also sleeps in the nude, and I soon found my eyes gliding over her well proportioned body as I lay in bed, imagining what it would be like to reach out and stroke her smooth flesh.

One morning, Patty had to make a presentation of some kind and got up extra early but, because I didn t have anything to do until after lunch, I decided to stay in bed and spend my free time masturbating. There was little privacy in our cozy downtown apartment, so I grabbed every opportunity I could to play with myself ironic, considering that Patty was the prime source of my erotic fantasies.

Already horny, I lay in bed pretending to sleep as Patty went about her morning routine. Just watching her rise naked from her bed like Venus from the sea was enough to start my juices flowing. I gave my swollen clit gentle love strokes while she dressed and loaded up the coffee maker.

When I heard the front door finally click shut, I instantly flung back the covers, ripped off my panties and dug out my vibrator. I switched it on, smiling when I heard that familiar buzz. I ran it over my breasts and face, licking and sucking it so it would be nice and lubricated. As I slid it into my moist cunt, I groaned loudly. I closed my eyes and dreamily whispered Patty s name, imagining she was lying on top of me and rubbing me all over. I wet my fingers with my juices and rubbed them over my lips and tongue, pretending Patty was humping my face.

I turned on my side and rubbed the buzzing tip of the vibrator on my clit while I fingered myself. I brought myself to the brink of a wonderful orgasm and stopped, repeating this lovely technique several times, torturing myself with the unbelievable pleasure. Finally, I had to let it go. My hips were bucking vigorously as I attacked my clitoris, and I screamed, Oh, yes, Patty! Do me like that oh, Patty! as an enormous orgasm exploded out of me.

I opened my eyes in delight and there was Patty. Startled and amazed, I yelped but because I was still in the middle of coming, it sounded more like a sensuous moan.

I I forgot a book . . . she stammered.

Several emotions hit me at once: embarrassment at being caught masturbating and excitement for the very same reason.

After what seemed like a very long silence, she sat down shyly beside me and set her book down. I slowly, gingerly embraced her. She hesitated a moment and awkwardly hugged me back. We nuzzled each other s shoulders. You re being very sweet and brave, I said tenderly, stroking her soft blonde hair. You know my sexual feelings kind of amaze me, too.

She tensed up again for a little bit, but I held her firmly. We sat like that for several minutes, and slowly, I felt her tension ease away. And then she said softly, I know what you mean.

We looked at each other for a long time. Hesitatingly, I brushed my lips against hers, sending an electric tingle coursing through my body. Patty closed her eyes and returned the kiss. That was nice, she said, and we kissed again, more passionately this time. My right hand gently flowed down her graceful neck, and she inhaled sharply as I cupped a wonderfully firm breast, the nipple warm and erect through her clothes.

I removed my nightshirt, sighing with pleasure at her delicate, tentative caress of my breasts. I couldn t believe this was really happening her touch was so soft and gentle. I imagined it was the same way she touched herself when she masturbated.

I gently moved Patty s hands to her side and slipped off her jacket and blouse. She was wearing a sexy peach lace bra, but before I could reach behind her to remove it, she did it herself. It excited me to see she wanted to do this as much as I did. I leaned forward and Patty sighed dreamily as I sucked on her nipples.

I unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her curvaceous hips and muscular legs, pulling off her shoes and socks in the process. Only her panties remained. They were the same peach color as her bra. I pulled them down, exposing her lush golden triangle. Her smell was sensuously earthy and, as I nosed in between her legs, her vulva was deliciously pink and swollen, her clit hard and erect. I had dreamed about this moment for a long time and finally it was reality. I was kissing a woman s pussy for the first time, and it was wonderful.

Patty moaned. I licked and tasted her sex, taking her clit between my lips and tickling it with my tongue, sending spasms of pleasure through her hips. I massaged her sexy ass with one hand and with the other, I gently slid two fingers into her wetness and began pumping, slowly at first and then faster. Patty s breathing quickened with erotic joy. Oh, Rebecca, she sighed.

Just hearing her say my name excited me more than ever. I shoved my finger in deep, rocking as I pushed just the way I do to myself, making Patty pant with pleasure, her hips rocking right back against my hand. Suddenly she threw her head back and cried out as she came. Lowering my face into her pussy, I licked and licked until I had lapped up all of her juices.

I, too, was soaked between the legs and decided to pull Patty on top of me. We French kissed some more, her hot body pressing against mine. She slowly moved down my body, kissing my neck, my nipples, my stomach. When she reached my pussy, she hesitated.

It s okay, I whispered, I want you to.

When her lips touched my pussy for the first time, it was more than I could take. I came immediately, my back arching with the sheer intensity of it. Patty licked me clean and tenderly nibbled my labia, sending shivers up my spine. Her tongue wiggled around until she was finally sucking on my clit and at the same time ramming a finger into me. I came again, sighing her name happily.

Needless to say, Patty and I are still together just two average girls who happen to share an apartment and walk around naked at home and sleep in each other s arms. We still like guy watching now our second favorite activity and might even invite a male friend of mine over for a party one day. Maybe after tomorrow, when we celebrate our one year anniversary. I even have a special commemorative gift in mind: peach satin sheets that remind me of our first night together.

Ms. Rebecca W., New York, New York

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Monthly Archives: September 2005

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