RESTLESS ARMY WIVES FIND SATISFACTION WITH HOT YOUNG STUDS

Posted on February 28, 2006 by The Editors

My husband is in the Army, and we have an understanding that when he s away from home I shouldn t lack for male companionship. I d never actually taken him up on the offer before, but this last time he was away on a training exercise I was missing his cock so much I was nearly out of my mind. It was my friend Babs who suggested the remedy for my frustration. She told me that she and some of the other wives often went to a club near the base and danced and drank with the guys there. Sometimes it led to more intimate moments, and I was quick to take her up on her suggestion that we go that night.

We dressed in our sexiest clothes for the occasion. I decided not to wear panties, but to put on a black lace garter belt and demi bra Jim had bought me, complete with black stockings and a see through blouse. A short, short skirt completed the outfit and showed off my long, slender legs to perfection.

When I got to Babs s house she was still dressing. She s a natural blonde, with sky blue eyes, and she d hit on much the same kind of outfit I had, but in powder blue instead of black. She d even trimmed her pubic hair, which I thought was kind of hot, though I never did it myself. She opted for thigh high lace stockings instead of a garter belt, and after we checked our makeup several times we decided we were ready to go. My nipples were hard already, showing over the half cups of my bra as if I had rouged them to match my lips.

The club was crowded with soldiers and airmen and quite a few young women were there, several of them wives of men we knew. They were unsurprised at our entrance, and it seemed as if the custom was not to acknowledge people we knew from other parts of our lives. That was fine with me. I was nervous and keyed up, longing for sexual release with some young stud. Pretty soon a likely guy asked me to dance. Another man asked if he could buy Babs a drink, and as I got up to join my partner on the dance floor, they were deep in conversation. I enjoyed dancing very provocatively in front of Fred. His eyes lit up with simple pleasure as he took in my prominent nipples and the flash of stocking tops as I twirled around. When a slow number started he pulled me close and put one big hand possessively on my ass. His erection was obvious, and I didn t resist when he ran his hand around my thigh and slipped a finger inside my pussy. I nearly started to come right there on the dance floor, and it was all I could do to get back to the booth.

Babs winked as we sat down. I slid over and Fred sat close beside me, his hand back up under my skirt and masturbating me as I opened my legs to let him in. When I couldn t take it anymore, I asked him to follow me into the back hall by the rest rooms. He came willingly, and we ducked out the back door into an alleyway. By a doorway across from the kitchen there were some steps and a little porch with railings. I pulled him to me as I reached the porch. He sat me up on the rail, pushed my legs apart and raised my skirt, his hand going back to my pussy.

I reached down and unzipped his fly, pulling out his long, hard cock. I guided the head to my opening and he pushed in immediately. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me close. He unbuttoned my sheer blouse, exposing my breasts to the night air. His hands squeezed, and he bent to suck my nipples. His cock continued to piston in and out of my cunt, and as I looked over his shoulder I could see some of the kitchen staff watching us fuck. That turned me on even more, and I bounced with him until he shot into my cunt. When we disengaged, I slid to my knees and licked our combined juices from his flaccid organ. I wanted more, so I headed back inside as Fred righted his trousers. On the way back to the dance floor I stopped in the rest room and took off my bra, stuffing it into my purse.

Another young man asked me to dance, and he too rubbed his cock against me, showing me what he had to offer. I ground my hips into his crotch and whispered that I wanted it in me as soon as possible. The dance floor was crowded, so I managed to get his pants unzipped and his cock out without being seen. I pulled the front of my skirt higher as I pressed closer and guided his cock into my well lubricated cunt. His hands went to my ass and lifted me, holding his cock snugly between my parted legs. The slow swaying of the dance was driving me crazy with pleasure that and the fact that we were fucking in the middle of a roomful of hundreds of people. Midway through the second song I felt his cock jerk and pulse as his come flooded into me.

I slipped away to the rest room to wipe myself off, marveling that I d never even asked his name. Babs came in and told me she d been watching. She wished she had my nerve, she said, as my friend and I had mesmerized quite a crowd. It seems I d been so focused on the stiff cock inside me that I hadn t noticed anyone looking. When I got back to the booth, both Babs and her young man were gone. I wasn t alone for long, however. Four guys were asking for the next dance, but I knew that they were more interested in fucking than in dancing. I turned in the booth, leaning my back against the wall and pulled one leg up onto the seat, causing my skirt to ride all the way up.

I beckoned to the first man, a handsome Latino, and he slid in beside me. I barely had time to ask if he wanted to eat my pussy when he slipped under the table and began to lap my clitoris while he used two fingers to probe my cunt. The other three men formed a sort of screen around us and stood watching as the tension built and I finally burst forth with a shattering orgasm. Babs and her beau returned while I was still quivering, and she stood pressed against the corner of the table, rubbing herself to renewed excitement. Two of the guys turned their attentions to her, and after a little while one of them suggested that we go to his apartment a couple of blocks away. Both Babs and I were more than willing, and the guys were practically panting to fuck us.

Before we got there we crossed a small park, and I got the idea that I wanted to be fucked on the grass. I led my two men behind a gazebo and lifted my skirt. One of them knelt between my legs, lowered his pants and shoved his cock into me. I turned my head and saw Babs not far away, sandwiched between the other two, with one cock in her pussy and the other apparently up her ass. The fifth guy had disappeared somewhere, probably figuring he should get his own girl. Cars passed by in the night, their headlights flickering on creamy asscheeks in the bushes. Some of the drivers must have seen us.

When we finally got to the apartment, it was obvious that all six of us were determined to make a night of it. I dropped to my knees and took the first cock I saw, tasting Babs s musky pussy juice on his heated flesh. When my guy was fully erect, I straddled his lap and guided his cockhead into my opening. I sat down on his organ, gulping it down in one thrust, bouncing up and down and bringing him to a quick orgasm.

He stayed hard and I rode him until I came, leaving his belly matted with our come as I slid off his limp cock. Babs was bent over a chair, getting her ass reamed by the guy who d had her ass in the park. As he started to come he pulled out and shot all over her back. The other two guys moved in on us as soon as their buddies were finished, and we rode another pair of young studs into oblivion.

We took turns soaping each other up in the shower between exchanging partners, and when even the hardiest of the guys was exhausted, Babs and I fondled each other until they decided to take turns sucking us to orgasm. Babs was quite a hit with all of them, because her clitoris got very red and swollen as she got more and more excited. The evening ended with my taking a turn licking her well used pussy as one of the guys plowed my ass one final time.

Our cunts and asses were hot and throbbing as we drove home, but Babs and I agreed that it was definitely worth it. She suggested that we write our adventures down as soon as we got home, so as not to overlook any juicy details when we told our husbands everything. I agreed, laughing at how surprised Jim would be when he found out how thoroughly I had taken him up on his suggestion about not sitting home alone while he was away.

Ms. P.Y., Arkansas

Ripe for the Plucking

Posted on February 21, 2006 by Martin Briar

How does it happen that a perfectly ordinary man desires a perfectly wicked woman? A woman who can exert total control over his life and his lust. Ten years ago I thought mine was a fairly conventional sexual appetite. I enjoyed many intimate relationships with women who were mutually enthusiastic about sex. We experimented with sex toys, the Kama Sutra and just about every erogenous zone that had been charted by each wave of sex researchers. Sometimes it was fun, sometimes raunchy, but the sex never quite challenged me. I always felt there must be something more and that it was just around the corner with the next relationship.

A chance meeting proved that my self prophecy had gorgeous legs, connected to perfectly proportioned thighs topped by a traffic stopping derriere. When I first saw Pamela at a very crowded art gallery reception, she mounted the steps with a sensual walk that attracted the attention of lascivious males and envious females. Since I was standing at the very bottom of the steps, I had the finest vantage point in the room, and I enjoyed every one of the twenty seconds it took her to reach the top. As she turned in profile, I saw an angelic face framed by burgundy red locks. Her skin was pale and her features most delicate. It was also obvious that her bosom was as amply proportioned as her other fine parts. In sum, she was ravishing. The short, simple black dress she was wearing held nothing back.

Never one to miss an opportunity, I followed her to the mezzanine level of the gallery and fell in behind her slow, introspective viewing pace. She stood back from each canvas and gave it a most thorough going over, as though she were memorizing the details. I thought she was oblivious to those around her, especially the men who were left in awe of her beauty. That was the first of many wrong assumptions I made about Pamela. When she got to the end of the first wall, I expected her to continue to view the art on the next perpendicular wall, but instead she turned abruptly in my direction.

You seem to be as hungry for these paintings as I am, she said in a soft but coy voice. I was so taken by her direct statement that I could say nothing. Or hungry for something else, she added, her green eyes twinkling.

Perhaps a real dinner? I offered, happy that I had recovered my power of speech and that I had a witty rejoinder to her direct reference to the lust seething out of my pores.

Done. My name is Pamela. And yours?

Martin, I said as I extended my hand. She gave a very firm handshake that was most remarkable for how long her hand lingered in my grasp.

The memory of that dinner is seared on my brain, though I could not tell you what I ate. Pamela ordered for both of us, and I drank in her stunning visage along with the superb red wine. We talked easily about art, books, music and travel, but once again, I remember few of the details. I know that no other woman I ve ever met has cast such a hypnotic spell over me as Pamela did that evening. After dinner (she paid despite my protest), she invited me to her downtown loft apartment for drinks, and I remember wondering when the trance would be broken.

The loft was something out of Architectural Digest, with art and fine furniture everywhere you looked. Standing before the floor to ceiling windows looking out over the lights of the city, we sipped our brandy and let our body language do the talking. In no time at all, we were locked in a very hot kiss. Pamela s hands began rubbing my chest, and she tweaked my nipples through my shirt as her tongue had its way with my mouth. At first it was playful, but then I was startled by the force she used and the pain that mixed with the pleasure of her kisses.

I am not like any woman you ve ever known, Pamela whispered in my ear. I demand more from a man and I insist that I be in control. If this frightens or threatens you, then now is the time for you to leave. If you stay, I promise it will be an unforgettable experience.

I stared hard into her catlike eyes. Why was she telling me this? Why did the fear of the unknown repel and attract me at the same time? Her scent, her brilliant hair, the luscious lips they all beckoned me to stay. But the possibility of more pain and the talk of control made me anxious. Perhaps this was the challenge I had been waiting for, the woman who would provide my initiation into a world I knew nothing about.

I ll stay, I finally replied with a sureness that surprised me. Something convinced me that Pamela would give me the excitement I craved. My answer produced a huge smile on her glowing face.

I want to make love with you, and we will, Pamela announced very earnestly as she took my hand, but first we need to talk. Actually, I need to talk and you need to listen. I am going to explain some rules to you. Do not interrupt me and do not ask questions. If you are unclear about my instructions, you will learn the hard way, which will make for a more satisfying experience for us both.

I nodded as though I understood, but I had no idea what Pamela was talking about. She led me down a hallway to a more private space that had no windows, but did have the same brick walls and massive beams as the rest of this former warehouse space. The room had dramatic lighting but almost no furniture or furnishings.

The most important thing to know is that I do not believe in restraints. I believe you should be capable of self restraint. I will teach you discipline through discipline. If you get it wrong, the pain of your mistake will help you to get it right. When I point down at the floor, she demonstrated by pointing straight down, I expect you to kneel at my feet.

As intently as I was listening, I did not realize that she wanted me on my knees at that moment. I waited for her to continue her recitation, but her eyes were angry.

Kneel, she said more loudly. I dropped to my knees before her. Excellent. Typically you will be ordered to take this position in order to service me. I will offer you access to certain parts of my body, either from the front or the back. You will kiss and lick me until I order you to stop. It will require no words between us. Understand?

Yes, I understand. The words seemed caught in my throat. This was not a woman who played games, but rather someone who seriously practiced the art of irresistible domination.

We ll see, she said simply.

With no fanfare, she pulled her tight black dress over her hips to reveal beautiful thighs and a minuscule G string that hid her secret charms. Stepping closer to me, she placed her crotch in front of my mouth, and I wondered what she expected next.

I m waiting, Martin. She spoke as though she were talking to a child who did not know the answer.

Not knowing what else to do, I used my tongue to lick the patch of fabric that blocked my access. She rocked her body to my rhythmic lapping, and I was mesmerized by her rising sexual scent. My organ was painfully erect from an excitement never before experienced. Pamela suddenly moved back and then turned around so that her backside was inches from my face. The finely sculpted cheeks that were so obvious under her dress were even more awe inspiring in the flesh. Her clean, rosy skin glowed there, enticing me to begin scattering kisses and licks everywhere I could. I alternated loving bites of her soft flesh with long tongue baths. I was inspired by a totally new set of sensations. My tongue ran down the crevice that separated the perfect lobes, gliding from top to bottom until it glistened like a water slide. Then I rested, devoting my attention to the tight ring of her anus, inspiring a low moan from Pamela. I planted my nose in front of that dark corridor and thought about what might happen next. Her body shifted in such a way that I was certain it gave her pleasure. I know it gave me pleasure, but it was over too soon. Pamela moved away and turned around to face me.

For an initiate, Martin, that was truly excellent, Pamela said with sincere enthusiasm. Her face was flushed and blissful. But there are many more instructions to learn. Now you know what I want when I point to my feet. Next is the finger snap. One snap of the fingers means I want you kneeling with your arms before you and your forehead touching the floor.

She snapped her fingers, and I obeyed at once. I could guess what this position was for, as it put my backside in the most vulnerable position.

The object is to get your ass as high in the air as you can, in order to receive punishment, Pamela continued. You will be naked, and I will use various instruments of discipline. It is important that you maintain the position and that you not make excessive noise. If your response it too vocal, it will require devices that you will find even more uncomfortable than the discipline itself. Now it is time for you to remove your clothing. There is a closet and hangers. You will remove everything and then assume the one snap position.

With that, Pamela left the room and I began to disrobe, although I wasn t clear on why I was about to be punished. I found the closet and hung up my shirt and slacks. The underwear, socks and shoes went on the shelf below. Upon closer inspection of the room, I noted what looked like a vaulting horse and a solid low bench. There was also a large closet on the end wall that I was curious to examine. When I opened it, the contents took me aback. There was dozens of leather instruments hanging inside, along with all sorts of latex phalluses and harnesses.

Well, Martin, Pamela said with resignation, your excellent behavior earlier has been for naught.

I spun around to face her, but I knew that I had been caught red handed. She had removed the black dress in favor of what I now realize are more traditional dominatrice trappings, but that night I was overwrought with wonder and surprise by everything. The tight leather corset swept up her luscious breasts, which were completely exposed. The leather garters held up dark black stockings, and black knee high boots completed the look. The bushy red hair surrounding her sex was totally exposed. I was awed by the effect, until I suddenly remembered that she had ordered me to assume the position, and I hoped that I was not too late. On my knees with my forehead touching the floor, I heard Pamela s boots click clacking across the floor, but I could not see anything except for my raging erection between my legs. I dared not look up.

I was going to allow you to assume this position while I continued to recite the rules for you. But now, Martin, you have forced me to demonstrate the consequences of disobeying my orders.

I knew she was at the closet where I had been caught a few moments before, probably selecting some instrument of penetration or punishment. The idea of her thoughtfully choosing the right instrument excited me more that I thought possible. When she returned to my side, I braced for the assault.

You will receive ten lashes and then we will continue where we left off. Now I remind you, Martin, how much self restraint pleases me.

Before I had a moment to prepare myself, the first blow struck the left side of my ass and a groan erupted from deep inside me. I never expected the pain to sear me like it did. My previous bondage and spanking games were all done in fun. This was the real thing. I steeled myself for the next lash and vowed to hold in my shouts. The blow hit the right side just as hard as the first lash, but this time I kept myself from groaning aloud. Eight more lashes followed in very rapid succession, and when it was over, I realized that my whole body was sweating and that my butt felt as if it was on fire. I imagined sitting on a block of ice to halt the pain.

Good, Martin. Looks like this was your first experience with real discipline. You did well. Now, we continue. Stand up. I want you to see the crop I used on you.

Pamela held up the whip for my inspection. It was a rigid crop with a soft leather looped flap at the end. Taking me by the hand, she led me to a dressing room mirror that was in the corner of the room. Speechless, I stood there examining the ten red marks on my ass, five fanned across each cheek. Pamela had expertly tanned me so that my ass was patterned like a steak on a grill. Her hands gently grazed over my cheeks and then she playfully slapped each side, just in case the pain was beginning to ebb.

Martin, this is a combination cock ring and ball separator, Pamela noted matter of factly as she held out another device. I want you to wear it under your clothing at all times. It will remind you that I, Pamela, control you completely. Remove it only to bathe. Put in on now.

It was not the first time I had seen such a device, but I d never wore one. Pamela sensed my confusion and helped pull it over my penis in a proper way. The task was made more difficult by how stiff my erection was. When it was pulled in place, Pamela knelt down before me to fasten the snaps. That done, she grabbed my separated ball sac in her hand and squeezed me so tight there that I gasped. At that, she released the sac, but then immediately squeezed again until I yelped. This was repeated over and over until Pamela stood up and looked at me with her intense green eyes.

Do you understand this lesson, Martin? Do you understand why I just did that?

To remind me that you can control me, I whispered with some doubt. That made her smile with a truly wicked grin.

Oh, Martin, better than that. I have you by the balls. Watch this. Pamela pointed to her feet, and I obediently dropped to my knees. She placed her hair covered mound before my mouth, and my tongue immediately sprang into action, bathing it lovingly. I licked the entire expanse of her sex, luxuriating in the scent of Pamela s obvious excitement. Soon she raised a leg and rested her boot high on the wall behind me. I was challenging the perimeter walls of her sex, cautiously inserting my tongue into the warm and moist slot. Starting slowly, I forced my tongue in as deep as possible and then withdrew, over and over, in and out, until I could feel Pamela s body reading my movements. We were in such perfect sync, it could have gone on forever. But the lessons had to continue, and Pamela again took charge by stepping back from my ministrations.

You have great talent, Martin, but also much to learn. When I clap my hand once it means I want you on the horse. Come here and I will show you what to do.

Following Pamela s shapely figure to the edge of the room was a pleasure that only faded when I got a better look at the horse. It was shaped like a sawhorse with a main cross member supported by two spread legs at each end, only it was much wider. The top was well padded and covered with supple looking leather.

You mount it by lying across the length of its top and holding on to the legs, Pamela explained. It was clear to me this time that she expected me to follow these instructions immediately, and so I did. The leather was cold but at least the padding was thick. I grabbed hold of the legs and realized that I was bent at the waist so that my toes just barely touched the floor at the other end.

You will never be restrained to the horse. I expect you will restrain yourself, and once again, the penalty for failure can be quite uncomfortable. Usually, I will want you on the horse to either ride you or ream you. Tonight, it will be the latter.

Hearing Pamela s heels make their way to the closet of tortures frightened me as much as the thought of being reamed, and I was not sure I could show the self restraint she insisted upon. When she returned, I stole a sidelong gaze and discerned that she was wearing a strap on dildo, and from its mammoth size, I was right to be afraid of the consequences. It was the realistic type, with a slight arc and prominent veins, only it was black and shiny.

Still, my beauty, Pamela said as she patted my flanks. She must have smelled my fear. A hard riding is worse than a reaming, Martin. Consider yourself lucky. When I ride you, I use the crop and a mouth bit, and I like to go for a hard ride. A good reaming is a piece of cake by comparison.

Her gentle hands continued to massage my flanks, and then she pulled my cheeks apart to apply a lubricant. Her fingers ran around the rim of my anus until I wanted to jump out of my skin. Pamela seemed to delight in pleasuring me at the same time she stretched the opening. Finally, she introduced the head of the dildo, and its coldness chilled me to the core. Thankfully, she worked patiently instead of ramming the whole thing up my ass all at once. Perhaps, in the future, I would not be so lucky.

Inch by inch, she fed her cock into my ass. At first, my sphincter muscles rejected it, but eventually they relaxed and I had the sensation that I was impaled on a flagpole. Pamela controlled every movement. Her pace picked up about the same time she began sliding more of the dildo in and out of me. It must have excited her intensely, because the more speed she picked up, the more she began to swat my ass with her bare hands. Each in stroke was accompanied by a spank, alternating from left side to right side. As her breathing became more labored, I knew she must be coming, but I could only dream of that pleasure.

All at once it was over. I had survived. What s more, I had even been excited by my first receiving end experience with anal intercourse.

Oh, Martin, Pamela gushed with genuine enthusiasm, that was a great reaming. I really got hot watching that black cock gliding in and out of your white ass, and knowing you were a virgin made it even better. Your first ride is also going to be very special, I m sure. You may stand now.

When I first got up, I could feel the soreness. It taught me to appreciate the way a woman must feel after getting a hard screwing by a man. Pamela approached me and grabbed the back of my neck as she planted a very hot kiss on my lips. As her other hand grabbed my rigid organ, her tongue pushed its way around the inside of my mouth. As I reached around her waist to embrace her, Pamela pulled away.

No, Martin. Don t do that. When you are with me, I always maintain control. I point, I snap my fingers or I clap, and you immediately know what is desired of you. Don t think, just do what I tell you. Now come play with me.

Pamela walked to the closet, and I followed. This time I got to see more of the contents. There were other dildos on harnesses, several of which were bigger than the black one she had used on me. Also, there was a ball gag and some kind of head harness and bit the one used for riding, I guessed. At least a dozen kinds of whips hung from a shelf. Some were braided, several were leather paddles, and one looked like birch twigs attached to a handle.

I don t suppose you know what these are, Martin? Pamela held up what looked like earrings of some kind. I shook my head, not having any real idea what they were.

These are nipples clamps, and you will learn that the pain they give you can also provide much pleasure. When I clap twice, I want you to clasp your hands behind your neck and spread your feet apart.

I needed no other prompting to follow her instructions, and she smiled at how quickly I was learning. She attached first one clamp, then the other to each of my nipples, adjusting the screw in mechanisms until they were quite snug. A small chrome chain was connected to each clamp. As the seconds clicked by, the sensation was overwhelming. The pain was obvious, yet it built to a sexual energy that begged for release. With Pamela watching for my response, the release came as she plucked one and then the other clamp from the stunned nipples and savored the stinging sensation washing over my face. It caused tears to cloud my vision and my cock to throb in time with my heartbeat.

Next Pamela held another clamp in her hand. Attached to this one was some sort of pendant weight. My naivet was such that I had no clue what it was for until Pamela knelt down in front of me and began to fasten the clamp to the very sensitive skin behind my already constrained testicles. With the clamp in place, the weight of the pendant was a painful reminder of Pamela s complete mastery of me.

Pamela pointed to her feet, and despite the pain, I dropped to the floor in anticipation of the pleasure my mouth would give and receive. I was not disappointed when she placed her sex within easy reach of my tongue. This time I immediately pushed past the very wet opening and imitated the coital connection, pushing my tongue deep inside her, with as much force as I could muster without the aid of my hands. Pamela s reaction was clearly positive, for she repeatedly met my thrusts and parries.

Now, Martin, you have earned the promise I made to you earlier, Pamela whispered between deep gasps for air. Come with me, she called as she moved toward the horse. It was my turn to gasp as she draped herself over the horse in the same manner that I had when she penetrated me with the dildo. Her pussy made a delightful target framed by the fine sculpted lobes of her posterior. I had no difficulty placing the tip of my cock in the opening. Holding each cheek as handles, I pushed in so deeply that my pelvis bounced off her muscular butt. Her low moan gave me a hint that she liked the sensation, so I continued a tantalizingly slow repeat of the process, over and over, trying each time to reach deeper inside her. I quickened the pace as I felt my own impending orgasm, which produced the unexpected sensation of pain as the ball clamp weight swung back and forth. I remember thinking that even when I got to act like the man, Pamela was still in control.

When the juices could be no longer contained, I let the surge release from my penis and wash over her in short waves. As the orgasmic sensation subsided, along with my erection, Pamela stood up and gripped my face with her strong hands as she planted a very loving kiss on my lips. We stay locked in this hot embrace for several minutes before she pulled away.

Martin, that was fantastic, but it was just the beginning. Are you ready to go further with me?

I nodded my assent, feeling as though my face was frozen in a sloppy kiss smile. Pamela winked coyly as she dramatically pointed to the floor, and I dropped to my knees at her feet.

BRUSHFIRE IN THE HILLS NO MORE INTENSE THAN THE HEAT OF HER DESIRE

Posted on February 9, 2006 by The Editors

The desire to act out some new sexual urge, to yield to a new thrill, comes to all of us. Sometimes we respond, sometimes not. The night of the brushfire in the hills above my house was one such time.

It was a night like no other. In this small desert town the short summer months can seem endless. The unbearable daytime heat hardly abates at night tempers rise and arguments begin over nothing. Other sorts of heat stirs, like the brushfire that grew on the mountain from a small glow to a wall of flame, dangerous but compelling at this safe distance. The heat in my pussy grew to match it as Joe talked angrily about his partner s stupidity.

The flush of his face matched mine, and his anger was transmuted into a look of pure lust. Could he smell the heat of my desire? How did he sense I wanted his throbbing cock to fill me? A hot wind blew my gauzy skirt away from my bare legs, and I opened them to feel the breeze on my freshly shaved pussy. I turned to the balcony rail and leaned over, imagining his tongue licking and probing me, driving me to the first throes of orgasm. My hand fell to caress my clitoris through the thin material. I wore no panties.

I was so engrossed in my own desire that I didn t hear Joe come up behind me. He held my hips to him, and I could feel his thick cock growing hard against my ass. Reaching around to open his pants, I began stroking him and pulling him closer.

Joe lifted my skirt and bent me back over the rail, entering me from behind. I cried out and he pumped harder. Rotating his cock inside me as he lunged, he teased me to an explosive orgasm. His fingers reached around and played with my erect nipples. Thrusting harder, he picked up his tempo and filled my whole body, rousing every nerve to the fullest pleasure. He moaned and so did I, our cries mingling with the wail of the fire sirens. Dogs and coyotes seemed to be joining in one primeval chorus.

Then there was an explosion of fire and light, obliterating everything else from sight. I felt his hot juices pour into me. His cock throbbed and jerked as he came in wave after wave. He held me close, savoring the afterglow, the sounds of the night somehow muffled as I returned to reality. We seemed surrounded by the vastness of the desert, under that endless sky, the diminishing line of fire on the hills the only limit to the cosmos.

As I turned into Joe s arms, I saw a couple of workmen, shovels over their shoulders, heading home from fighting the fire. I waved to them and called, Some fire, no?

S , very hot very fierce, was their smiling reply, and I knew that they had seen it all.

Ms. S.C., Arizona

HANDSOME LIFEGUARD COMES TO RESCUE OF BEACH BUNNY DROWNING IN LUST

Posted on February 9, 2006 by The Editors

Summer is my absolute favorite time of the year, and the reason is that I get to go to the beach. Next to getting fucked, there s nothing I enjoy more than a beautiful day swimming in the ocean, soaking up the sun and flirting with cute, nicely tanned guys with eye catching physiques. And I m happy to report that on more than a few occasions I ve been able to combine my two favorite things: meeting a cool guy on the beach and fucking him later, either at his place or mine.

Well, on this summer day I was particularly horny and intent on finding a well built honey to do me right and proper. Unfortunately, things were not going well. I had gotten a late start that morning and arrived at the beach around eleven to find it mobbed, which meant I had to schlepp my stuff to a less crowded area a good distance from the bathrooms and boardwalk restaurants. Thinking I d make the best of it, I spread my blanket and peeled off my t shirt and shorts to reveal my sexy little self in a teeny weeny royalblue bikini, which I think goes well with my blonde hair, done up that day, as usual, in a ponytail. Shades in place, radio and cooler within grabbing distance, I stretched out on the blanket to soak up some rays.

But as I said, I was really hot to trot, so it wasn t long before I was sitting up and checking out the action around me. Nothing much of anything was going on. Everywhere I looked I saw couples and families, and what few single men I saw were, to my trained eye, gay. Pickings were indeed slim.

Realizing I d have to search elsewhere for what my pussy craved, I got up and started toward the boardwalk. I m petite, just five feet two, but I ve got a really curvy body with pert breasts and a round little butt. And I knew I looked super fuckable in my cool bikini.

The boardwalk was crowded and I kept my eyes open for a stud to fuck as I made my way to a restaurant for a hot dog and soda. I got my food, found a bench on the boardwalk and started eating. I was certain that somebody would hit on me before I finished. Well, I got a few long looks from a few halfway decent guys, but that was it. Every guy that interested me was with a girl. What was this, couples day?

Cursing my rotten luck, I headed back to my place on the sand. It was still early, I told myself. Surely somebody would take my bait before it was time to go home. I dozed off for a while with music from my favorite soft rock station coming through my earphones, and when I woke up I decided to go for a swim.

I sashayed down to the water and waded in, taking a few minutes to get accustomed to its coldness. When I was waist deep, I dived in and began swimming out to the line of bright red buoys that marked the end of the safe zone. I was thinking that perhaps I d meet a guy out here when all of a sudden it hit a leg cramp the likes of which I d never experienced before. Scary!

All of a sudden I was thrashing around like a bass on the hook and gasping for air when I wasn t swallowing water. I usually stay pretty cool in sticky situations, but I was in total panic mode now, thinking about all the guys I d never suck off, all the cocks I d never feel plunging into my pussy and upturned bottom. And then I must have passed out, because the next thing I remember I was on the beach and looking up into the beautiful eyes of a handsome lifeguard. What a dreamboat! For a moment there I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

It turned out he had spotted me from his lifeguard s chair and responded immediately when he realized I was in trouble. He had pulled me back to shore and given me mouth to mouth resuscitation. And now, even though I was still shaken by my close call, all I could think about was doing that mouth to mouth thing again, this time with me wide awake. A crowd of curious people had formed a circle around me and my savior, and it was only their presence that prevented me from tugging down his bathing trunks and gobbling what I just knew would be a dandy dick.

Chad that was his name wanted to take me to the medical station as a precaution, but I assured him that I was fine and just needed to rest a bit. As the crowd dispersed, he escorted me back to my blanket. My mind was going a mile a minute.

You re sure you re okay? Chad asked, taking my hands in his. God, his smile alone was enough to start a girl s pussy pulsing in readiness. Getting right to the point, I told Chad that I would be better than okay once I had his cock deep inside my hot pussy. He laughed. You re something else, Chrissy. He thought for a moment, then said, I get off duty in two hours. Can you hold out that long? I told Chad that I d try and then watched him walk off to his lifeguard s chair, which I d never even noticed before.

I couldn t believe this fantastic turn of events. After fishing for a horny hunk and getting nary a nibble, I had landed one I d be bragging about for a long time a blond, blue eyed honey. I couldn t wait for the time to pass, and it was all I could do to keep from playing with myself right there on the fucking beach. Finally, I saw Chad, his well toned body a thing of beauty as he came jogging toward me. Hi there, he said with a big grin. Remember me?

It was close to six o clock now and the beach was much less crowded than it had been earlier. I had assumed that Chad would take me to his place and we d fuck there, but he had other ideas. He couldn t wait to stick it in me, he said, pulling me after him as he headed for a giant sand dune about fifty yards away. Minutes later, behind that sand dune, I was on my knees and hungrily sucking Chad s handsome hard on as he played with my ponytail. It had been worth the wait he tasted delicious and felt wonderful in my mouth. I loved the groan of delight that burst from his throat every time I took him deep, swallowing the full length of his pulsing cock. Then it was my turn to be pleasured orally.

Chad stepped out of his trunks, which I had tugged down to his ankles, and then quickly took off my bikini. Ordering me onto my back, he spread my legs wide and dove between them to feast on my hot, wet pussy. I had never fucked outdoors before, believe it or not, and it was a wonderful new thrill. To be bare assed naked on the sand and looking up at a beautiful blue sky while being eaten by a hunk was really cool. There was little chance that we d be discovered, especially at this time of day, as the dune was located at an isolated part of the beach. I had to smile when it occurred to me that Chad had no doubt done many a horny girl behind this sand dune.

After eating me to a delightful orgasm, Chad ordered me to sit on his throbbing cock. In no time I was fucking myself on that spike of flesh, bouncing up and down like a rodeo cowgirl as Chad urged me on by slapping my bobbing asscheeks and squeezing my orange size tits. I came a second time, my cunt convulsing around his beautiful cock, before he rolled us over and resumed fucking me missionary style. After a while, he drew my legs up over his shoulders and really pounded my pussy, going deep with each powerful thrust. I go a little crazy when I m getting fucked, so I was alternately crying and giggling and gasping and moaning while scratching Chad s thighs and begging him to split me in two with his rampaging dick.

When he was close to coming, Chad put me on all fours and did me doggy style as I clawed the sand with my fingers. I shouted that I was coming once again, just seconds before Chad growled like an animal and sent his semen spurting into my quaking cunt. Breathing hard, he fell forward onto my back and together we rolled over onto our sides. My first outdoor fuck at my favorite place, the beach, had been fabulous.

Having taken the edge off our lust, Chad and I had a light dinner and then went to his apartment. I spent the night with him and it was great. I even let him fuck me in the ass, which is a treat I allow only very special guys. And Chad was certainly special. Not only had he saved my life, but he had given me my very first outdoor fuck.

Ms. C.I., New Jersey

CLIFF CLIMBING COUPLE S SHOUTS OF PASSION ECHO OFF THE ROCKS

Posted on February 9, 2006 by The Editors

My husband Ned and I have always enjoyed sex, in all sorts of ways. The one thing we d never done, though, was make love outdoors. I d idly wondered from time to time about fucking in the shade of some tall trees, or rolling together on a beach towel on the sand, but we d never done anything of the kind until our last vacation.

Ned was kind of bored with the old town we d decided to stay in. There was a boardwalk and a game arcade, but their possibilities were soon exhausted. Leafing through some brochures at the hotel, Ned discovered a place about an hour away where we could go rock climbing. Now that s his kind of sport more than mine. I m from one of the flatter parts of the Midwest, and while I am awed by tall cliffs, I haven t got any major desire to climb them. Still, I figured I d be a good sport and go along with him. Maybe it would be fun after all.

Was it ever! Though not exactly the way I thought it would be. I enjoyed the challenge of getting up the craggy face of the mountain, even though it was pretty much a beginner s slope. There was no time to lose concentration, and it was anything but boring. After about a half hour, we hit a patch that was hard for me and even slowed Ned down a bit.

Finally, I called up to him that I had to take a break, and I retreated into a small cubby between the rocks to catch my breath. Ned took me totally by surprise when he came down to where I was, braced himself in front of me and began to kiss me passionately. I felt a tingling go all through me, restoring my tired muscles. I braced my feet on either side of him, leaning back onto the rock.

Ned grabbed the backs of my thighs and thrust himself between my legs, kissing my neck. I ran my hands over his naked chest and down his stomach, feeling the softness of the hairs just above his sex. Still somewhat in a daze, I unzipped his shorts. Gently I pulled out his hard cock and guided it toward me. That was all the prompting Ned needed. He wiggled out of his shorts and slid mine off, wedging the cloth behind my ass to protect me from the friction to come.

There I was, who knew how far off the ground, half naked and about to be memorably fucked!

I felt as though I was going to explode the moment my husband s big cock entered my pussy. My body reacted joyously as he drove home its full length, pinning me to the rock. He probably didn t fuck me all that long, but it seemed I spent a blissful eternity poised on the edge of space and orgasm.

As I was braced against the rock, Ned had to do all the work, and it left me free to concentrate on how terrific it felt to have his cock moving in me and pulling at my clitoris on each stroke. I managed to get one hand on my clit and the other under my bra to pinch and pull at my nipples until Ned s mouth bumped my hand aside and he began to suck and bite my breasts. I moaned and begged him to fuck me harder, and he obliged, pumping faster as our eyes locked in an erotic trance.

His jaw clenched, and I could tell he was nearing his breaking point. I put both hands on his firm, well rounded ass and pressed him deeper into me. His burst of hot come sent me over the edge into a series of uncontrollable spasms, and I finally knew what it was like to be taken under the open sky. I arched my back and shouted, hearing my voice echo off the rocks. Then I went limp in his arms and he carefully lowered my feet to solid ground.

When my eyes cleared, I was relieved to see that the ledge on which we were standing was wider than I d thought on the way up, so we hadn t been in serious danger of falling. Still, exciting as it was there among the rocks, the next time we make love outdoors, I m going to ask for a quiet stretch of beach or a sun dappled glade in the woods so we can really cut loose. There s just something about the great outdoors, isn t there?

Ms. D.Y., Washington

PAIR OF FEMALE LOVERS GIVE ONE NIGHT STANDS A WHOLE NEW MEANING

Posted on February 7, 2006 by The Editors

It seems that whenever I m single and roaming the gay bars, I bump into Michelle and we end up sleeping together. I met Michelle two and a half years ago through a mutual friend. Now we share what I think of as a lingering relationship, even though our one nighters are sporadic

I ran into her again just last week, after having recently broken up with a girl I d been seeing for a couple of months. I was busy talking with Sylvie, my transvestite friend, when I caught sight of Michelle entering the bar alone. She briefly scanned the interior, looking for a familiar face, and found one. I watched her as she gave some anonymous girl a hug. Michelle looked good, despite the unflattering, button down shirt she was wearing because she doesn t like to draw attention to her large breasts.

I paid close attention to their body language, trying to decipher whether they were friends or something more. I did this while Sylvie, not seeming to notice I was distracted, bitched to me about a guy he d been trying to nail. I looked back at him, ignoring Michelle for the moment, focusing on his lush, fake eyelashes that reminded me of the ones my mother used to wear. I imagined Silvie practicing before a mirror to get them to flutter that way.

Gotta go, girl, he abruptly said, spotting someone important. He squeezed my hand and, with a toss of his electric blue boa, was gone. Left to fend for myself, I headed for the bar to get another beer, when Michelle caught up to me. As I d guessed, the hug ee was nobody special. When Michelle told me that she d actually showed up looking for me, I smirked, Oh, really? Yes, she d been reminiscing about the fantastic sex we shared the last time we were together and was wanting more. I have to admit, it had been pretty damn extraordinary. I remember waking up the next morning in an unusually good mood.

We left together and went around back, where it s deserted. Leaning me up against the brick exterior of the bar, Michelle brushed my shoulder length hair aside and kissed me passionately. Our bodies pressed against each other, her abundant breasts mashing my much smaller ones. Feeling her erect nipples insistent against my own made my pussy tingle, and I ached for her. I moaned into her mouth, expressing my need, and moved my hands from her waist to cup her ass. Michelle maneuvered to reach up under my shirt.

She pinched my nipples, pulling them slightly, and I became light headed with desire, even as I struggled to keep my lips planted firmly to hers. But then she pinched harder than before and twisted them, causing me to cry out in sweet pain. With her other hand, Michelle swiftly unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them. She pushed them down to just above my knees, then slipped two of her fingers past the elastic band at the crotch of my panties. She finger fucked me till I came hard.

Michelle ran her come soaked fingers through my damp pubic hair and sank to her knees in front of me so that she was now face to face with my naked pussy. Cupping my asscheeks, she pulled me close and fastened her hungry mouth to my pussy. Briefly, I thought back to the last time the two of us were out here doing the same thing, when we were caught. Luckily, it was only the bartender emptying garbage, but it was still kind of exciting. I listened for footsteps.

Everything was quiet, except for the sounds of my ragged breathing, Michelle s slurping and an occasional car horn. Her tongue was doing an Irish jig on my hot pussy as I ran my fingers through her hair and down, stroking her cheeks and her chin, slick with my juices. Then Michelle sucked my clitoris between her lips and strummed my stiffened nub quickly from left to right and right to left, over and over, making my head spin. I grabbed handfuls of her short hair, the tufts just clearing the tight spaces between my clutching fingers, and came all over her face.

She let go of my numb thighs to stand again. I would ve given her a hand had I not been trying with all my might to remain on my feet. We stood face to face again and began kissing. My hands sought out her large breasts, the most beautiful I ve ever seen. Her areolas are a rosy brown color, perfectly complementing her tanned skin tone, especially when she s flushed. It was dark out, but I knew from past experience that Michelle can get very flushed, very fast.

I held one of her breasts in the U of my hand and pulled away from her mouth to suck it. Michelle s breasts are extremely sensitive, and she loves it when I pay special attention to them. I sucked not as softly as I would had we been in the privacy of one or the other s apartment, but that s the price we pay for convenience. I circled her swollen nipple with the tip of my tongue, drawing it a little further into my mouth. Michelle placed her hands firmly on either side of my face and moaned.

As I did this, I fumbled with her pants to get inside her panties, and was surprised not to find any. I d have to ask her about that later because right now I was more interested in making her come. Effortlessly, I penetrated her soaking wet pussy with a finger and began fucking her with it, but soon I was fucking her with two. Michelle was so wet that I could actually feel her juices flowing down her spongy walls and onto my fingers.

I pulled my slick fingers from her pussy to smear her clitoris with the moisture, then dipped into her again, fucking her harder. Michelle s face was buried in the crook of my neck, and she was panting. Her loud cries were muffled when she came.

We decided that we wanted to continue this indoors, and we quickly settled on my place. While Michelle and I were putting ourselves back together, we heard someone approaching. Noreen, the regular bartender, emerged from around the corner, holding a big trash bag. You two again? she said, and we laughed. I m sure this won t be the last time.

Ms. E.L., New York

FEISTY SEX KITTEN TEACHES HER NATURALLY DOMINANT LOVER WHO S REALLY IN CHARGE

Posted on February 7, 2006 by The Editors

I used to be a top through and through. I m a tall, big boned woman with a crew cut and little round glasses who s probably been called sir more times than most men. It always seemed natural for me to take on the dominant role with my lovers, controlling the action in the bedroom with what I thought was an iron fist. That all changed when I met Jana.

Jana and I are in the same graduate school program. I was instantly attracted to her and there was a lot of sexual tension between us, but at that time we were both seriously involved and living with other people. (Though she preferred women, Jana s lover at the time was actually a man, but that s a story for another letter.) Jana was like no one I had ever met fiercely independent, maddeningly intelligent and overwhelmingly sexual.

Physically, she was just my type. I like my girlfriends to have a little meat on their bones, and Jana was built like a Botticelli Venus, with full, wide hips, a fleshy stomach and huge, large nippled breasts. The fact that she worked as a lap dancer and had a few older men that she regularly fucked or performed domination scenes with for money only further inflamed my desire, for she was so incredibly free and self directed about her sexuality. She did what she wanted, regardless of public opinion, and I found that sexy as hell.

After about a year of not so subtle flirtation and innuendos, Jana and I finally consummated our lust after our previous relationships ended. Things got hot and heavy and we soon fell in love actually, I think we d been in love all along. The sex was terrific and plentiful, and Jana s naturally dominant side took over, regulating me to the newly discovered role of bottom.

I found that I was completely aroused by submitting to my sexy lover s desires, letting her take the lead in bed and have her way with me. I began to think of myself as her love slave, and that was an idea that turned me on beyond belief. Whenever I thought I might be staying at Jana s that night, my backpack always contained my trusty dildo, which Jana loved and wanted me to carry at all times. My metamorphosis was completed when, on Jana s 25th birthday, I got my clit hood pierced to match hers. Now every time that little silver hoop brushes against my clit, electric tingles pulse throughout my body both from the physical sensation and from the knowledge that it symbolizes my bond with Jana.

Since the birthday piercing, our sex life has become a whirlwind of erotic experimentation, most of which Jana was accustomed to, but for me was new territory. She took me to her favorite leather store, where we bought several items to add to Jana s collection: a cat o nine tails, a leather paddle, a collar and a pair of small nipple clamps attached by a thin leather strip.

That night, she ordered me to position myself spread eagled on my stomach on her bed, wearing nothing but my new collar. As I snapped the leather band around my neck, I felt like a whole new world of pleasure was about to be opened for me.

Jana entered the room wearing thigh high leather boots and a skimpy leather thong with a matching push up bra. My mouth watered at the sight of her womanly curves and the dark tufts of pubic hair peeking out from the sides of her tiny undergarment. I was about to make a beeline for her sweet cunt when Jana grabbed my hands and fastened them to the leather shackles that hung from her bedposts. My legs were then spread wide apart and secured in a similar fashion. Jana had bound me like this before, but there was something fiercely determined in her mannerisms that suggested I was in for something wickedly different tonight.

I tried to turn my head and look at Jana, but she straddled my back and shoved my head roughly into the pillows, ordering me to stay still. Then I felt a light swishing across my buttocks and realized it must be the cat o nine tails. Scooting down to rest on my upper legs, Jana brushed the leather strands along the insides of my thighs, teasing me by running them between the folds of my rapidly moistening cunt. My pubic bone was pressed into the mattress, and the sheets moving against my clit ring as I writhed about created an incredible friction against my clitoris.

Suddenly the cat o nine tails snapped against my buttocks with a gentle sting. I howled in surprise, but it actually felt quite pleasurable. Jana continued to place the light strokes down my back, across my buttocks and along my upper thighs. At some point her gentle flicks turned to full fledged blows, and I realized with naughty glee that I was receiving my first true whipping. I began to cry out as the leather strands flailed my body, and at the same time Jana slid a couple of fingers deep into my slippery cunt. I rocked and bucked against her burrowing digits as the blows rained down on my body like sleet on pavement.

Just as I felt my orgasm approaching, Jana yanked her fingers out of my cunt and stopped whipping me. I groaned both in relief and disappointment, and before I knew what was happening, Jana was ordering me to lift my torso off the bed. I strained against my bonds and managed to lift my breasts off the sheet, at which time Jana quickly snapped the small clamps on my large, erect nipples. A searing sensation shot through my nipples, which was intensified when Jana pushed me back down on the bed, causing the clamps to bite into my flesh.

My attention was drawn away from my throbbing nipples when I felt a sharp smack on my ass that I knew had to be from the paddle. Jana delivered blow after stinging blow until juices flowed from my needy pussy. I began to beg Jana for mercy, anything to save my flaming ass from the beating it was receiving and get some attention directed toward my neglected cunt.

My mind was swirling in a blushing pink haze, and I barely heard the sound of the paddle being tossed to the floor. Something was prodding persistently at my cunt, and from its size I knew it must be Jana s favorite dildo, which was a good eight inches long and pretty thick. The head stretched my pussy lips and popped into my canal, and soon the shaft was sinking steadily into me. I raised my ass the slightest bit, wanting more inside me but not wanting to break the connection between my clitoris and the bedsheet.

Jana began pumping the dildo in and out of me with a fury, each stroke driving my pelvis into the mattress. I was gasping for air, screaming out my approval when I could. Jana let one hand stray over my reddened ass as she continued pumping into me, and her finger slipped into my crack and began to circle my asshole. She traced her finger down to my sopping cunt to scoop up some of my juices, then without warning shoved her finger deep into my ass.

I was overwhelmed by this double penetration, and I clutched the chains of my shackles as an unbelievable orgasm welled up inside me. Jana began to slide her finger in and out of my ass at the same speed that she was ramming the dildo into me, and that was all I could take. All my muscles tensed and I cried out long and deep into the pillow as my climax enveloped me. Then I lay slack, gasping for breath.

I was only vaguely aware of Jana releasing my bonds and climbing into bed next to me. When I regained my senses, I realized that she was masturbating with the same dildo she had just used on me, and I bent down to lap at her clitoris while she moved the huge dildo in her cunt. She came in a matter of seconds, and we both collapsed onto the bed.

Being Jana s sex slave gets better with each passing day. I can t wait to see what new toy she wants to try out on me next!

Ms. P.K., California

HE GETS TO LISTEN AS HIS WIFE GETS FUCKED BY HER OLD COLLEGE LOVER

Posted on February 7, 2006 by The Editors

When my wife, Helen, was in college, she dated an arrogant stud named Derek, who I ve been hearing about ever since we got together. Derek had every right to be arrogant, too he was handsome, well built, the captain of the swim team, and a member of the best fraternity. The more she talked about him, the more turned on I got. Apparently, Derek had a voracious sexual appetite, was extremely well endowed and fucked her in all kinds of positions. He loved fucking her mouth and fucking her outdoors, and even took her to a sex club once.

As for me, I ve always enjoyed reading the stories in Variations about wives fucking other men while their husbands watched, because that is exactly the fantasy I ve had for a long time. One night while Helen and I were making love, I asked her if the idea of fucking Derek again turned her on. Of course, she exclaimed, and as I stroked her pussy, I could feel her getting more and more turned on by this idea, and suddenly a plan formed in my mind. I now had proof that my wife and I wanted the same thing, and all I had to do was find Derek and ask him to join us!

I went online the next day and easily found Derek. He was living nearby and seemed to be single, and judging from the photo, he looked just as buff and hot as she d described him. Helen wrote him a polite e mail, saying she d been wondering what he d been up to and asking if he wanted to get a drink and reminisce. Within hours, she heard back, and Derek was ready to hang out that weekend. The two of them exchanged several e mails, and Helen kept me posted on their progression from friendly to decidedly risque. Just hearing about their interaction was giving me the biggest hard on, and I told her so. I think you should go for it, baby. Make the first move and see what he says.

She grinned back at me, and I smiled, appreciating once again just how sexy my wife is. Thanks to working out and running every day, her body s just as firm as it was when we first met. Her breasts are full and natural, with large, pink nipples that are perfect for sucking. She keeps her pussy completely shaved and takes care of herself. She s the hottest wife in the world, and I was sure that once Derek saw her again, he d want to fuck her just as much as I did.

Well, it turned out that he did want to have sex with her, but he didn t want me to be in the same room with them. So we thought it over and figured out a way for all of us to get what we wanted. I told Helen that if they got a hotel room together, I d rent the room next door. That way, I could overhear everything but they wouldn t be aware my presence in the least. Helen was delighted, and we decided to keep this our little secret so that Derek wouldn t be nervous about me being around.

On the day in question, we drove to the hotel, both of us practically quivering with anticipation. We d never done anything like this, so it was incredibly exciting. I paid for both rooms, and Helen rode the elevator with me, smoothing her hands down her sexy black leather mini skirt. When we got there, I gave Helen a quick kiss good bye, and she went down to the lobby to meet Derek. Meanwhile, I lay down on the floor with my head in the best position to catch every moan and groan.

In just a few minutes, I heard the door of the adjoining room open and Helen s tinkling laugh float through the air. It was almost like I was in the room with them, but even more thrilling not being able to actually see them caused my imagination to run wild as I envisioned what they were doing at every turn. Every moment of silence meant she could be stroking his cock or he pinching her nipple. Needless to say, my cock got rock hard very quickly!

Soon I didn t even need to use my imagination, because it was pretty clear what the two long lost lovebirds were up to. I heard them kissing, loud smacking noises, and then Helen s moans. She cried out, Oh, Derek, you still suck my nipples just the way I like it! This told me that she was having her nipples licked, then bitten, and flicked with swipes of his tongue. She continued to cry out, and I didn t know or care whether this was her natural response or for my benefit. Then their words got muffled, and I held my breath, needing absolute silence on my end to hear every move they made. I heard the sounds of shuffling clothes being removed, then a flopping noise that must have been one of them landing on the bed, then more laughter.

My cock was so hard by now I simply had to touch it, and I silently wrapped my fingers around my cock while Helen s glorious cries rang out. Yes, lick me right there! she screamed, and I pictured Derek with his face buried between her open thighs, lapping vigorously at her cunt as she thrust upward against him. I could practically taste her myself, and I had to stop myself from smacking my lips. Then her voice reached its peak and she said, I m coming, I m coming! and I imagined Derek getting sprayed with her juices.

Then there were more noises and I just knew that they were fucking. I heard her faintly whisper Please go slow, and in my mind, I gave Derek the huge cock that Helen had told me all about. I wished I could sneak a peek at him pressing it inside her pussy, but I simply listened to them kissing and screwing. Helen was so wet that I could hear the sounds as he slid in and out of her. I remembered from her stories that Derek had always been a patient, attentive lover, so I knew he was taking his time with her. I heard a tapping noise, and pictured him sliding out of her and slapping his cock against her wet pussy lips, then plunging back in. Soon I heard frantic movement and felt the wall between us rattling, and could tell that he was slamming into her hard. I envisioned Helen with her hands high above her head, holding onto the rails of the wooden headboard above her as he fucked her good and hard.

Then, after she came again, with suitably loud cries, the scenario changed. I was lying on my side, frantically stroking my cock as I eavesdropped. Knowing that my wife was fucking another guy, and that only she knew I was listening, got me even more turned on, but I wanted to hold off on my own climax until they d finished having their fun.

My will was tested, however, when I heard the slurping sounds of Helen s mouth around his cock. My wife gives a perfect and pretty loud blowjob, and I could hear all of it, and I was sure that Derek was impressed with her oral skills. I shut my eyes, focusing only on the noises drifting in through the doorway as an image formed in my mind of her swallowing his entire meaty length. I knew his cock was slightly bigger than mine, and picturing her straining to take him all the way down her throat was what finally did me in. I clenched my teeth so as not to cry out, and held my fist tight around my cock as my come spurted up from my balls, creating an arc of hot white liquid in front of me.

Then I heard what sounded like moans coming from Helen, and figured she was teasing Derek, running her parted lips and tongue over his cockhead while he jerked himself off. Helen is, to put it mildly, a sucker for come, and I pictured her opening her mouth wide, just waiting for him to shoot. He let out some quiet moans and then there was silence as she swallowed his come. Finally, I heard them exchanging good byes.

Wow, Derek exclaimed. That was just as fantastic as I remembered. Helen, you re an amazing woman, he said, kissing her again. I heard him pull on his clothes and then her walking him to the door. When she knocked lightly on my adjoining door, I scrambled to open it. Helen jumped into my arms, kissing me hungrily, and I tasted Derek s come on her lips.

Well, baby, what d you think? she asked me, peppering my face and neck with kisses.

I was rock hard the whole time, and when you were sucking him off it made me come, too. But look I m hard again, I said, taking her hand and placing it on my cock. She gave a repeat performance, but this time I was the beneficiary of her superior sex skills. It was certainly the best college reunion I ve ever heard of!

Mr. Brad K., Peoria, Illinois

DIRTY MOVIE HELPS BRING THESE HORNY STRANGERS TOGETHER

Posted on February 7, 2006 by The Editors

I m a huge movie lover, and try to watch at least one film a night. Sometimes I rent the latest blockbuster, while other times I opt for a classic. Needless to say, I ve gotten to know my local video store pretty well, and have seen almost everything they have to offer, sometimes more than once. I ve also gotten to know a lot of the other regulars pretty well, because I see them quite often.

While perusing the new releases section last week, I paused to check out a woman across the room. She was holding a copy of 9 1/2 Weeks in her hand and seemed to be looking for another film. I walked nearer to her, pretending to browse a moment myself, then said, You ve got a fine choice in your hand, you know.

She turned to look at me, and her sparkling green eyes startled me with their intensity. She smiled, showing off a set of perfect teeth that gleamed at me against her red lips. Thanks, I know, it s one of my favorites. I m Amber, she said, sticking out her hand.

You must not be from around here the natives aren t so friendly.

You re right, I just moved here from a small town in Texas, and I don t really know anyone yet. If you ever want to watch a movie with me, I would love the company, she said, her Southern drawl making her words even more alluring.

I looked from her shining eyes to the film in her hand, then boldly placed my hand on top of hers and said, I m free tonight, if you re game. I deliberately put as much innuendo into my voice as possible, so she d know I was interested in more than just watching the film. There was no way I could watch something as sexy as 9 1/2 Weeks and not get aroused, especially sitting next to this hot babe. She stepped closer to me and I could feel her breath landing lightly against my neck.

I d love to watch it with you tonight, she said, then winked at me before turning around and sauntering over to the counter, her hips twitching as she showed off her perfect little ass. The curves of her butt cheeks bounced along with her and made me want to reach out and grab them. My cock swelled in my pants and I followed behind her, not sure whether I wanted her to notice my erection or not. She chatted with the guy behind the counter, tossing her hair and flirting, and I had the urge to put my arm around her, but I waited. When he handed her the video and she was putting it in her bag, he winked at me, and I smiled, liking that he thought she was hot, too.

I followed Amber out, and she took my hand as we walked, and even though we d just met, it felt perfectly natural. She squeezed my hand and I squeezed back, feeling warm all over. When we got inside, she offered me a glass of water, and we settled onto the couch. She dimmed the lights, cued up the video, and then settled in beside me. Do you mind if I put my head on your shoulder? she asked. Her voice was sweet, but when I nodded, she also added a hand to my thigh.

I was practically holding my breath, not wanting to let her know just how turned on she was making me, but as the film got sexier and sexier, the sparks between us were undeniable. Her fingers curled around my leg, inching nearer to my cock. I put my arm around Amber and began to stroke her cheek, and soon I was having trouble focusing on anything other than the feel of her fingers as they stroked my cock through my jeans. Neither of us said a word, but I could feel the change in her breathing, and finally I moved my hand so I was cupping her breast. We d reached the infamous scene where Kim Basinger gets smothered in food, and when my fingers pinched Amber s breast, she moaned, shuddering against me.

Quietly, so as not to break the sexy mood between us, I lifted her shirt over her head. Her nipples were ready to overflow the lacy edges of her bra, and I leaned down to lick her hardened buds, wetting the fabric. I glanced up at her as I sucked on her nubs, and watched her head loll backward as the music continued to blare from the television. I peeled down the cups of her bra to have better access to her sensitive nubs and I felt them grow and harden as I tongued them. She put her hands on my head and looked down at me, making my cock jolt in my pants. That feels so good, Amber said, spreading her legs slightly as she did, and I pressed my body against her, making sure she could feel how stiff my cock had become.

She reached down and slipped her hand between our bodies, pressing her pussy against the back of her hand as her fingers stroked my dick. I feasted on her breasts, one and then the other, before burying my face in her cleavage. I don t know what perfume she had on, but her scent was intoxicating, and its sweetness combined with her rippling fingers was driving me wild. I lifted my head and moved up to kiss her. Her lips were warm, and her tongue slipped easily into my mouth. I lifted her up and placed her on her back on the couch, removing her bra and raising her skirt in the process. When I settled on top of her, she quickly moved to undo my zipper. Together, we pushed my jeans down, freeing my cock. I thought I might spurt against her hand as she wrapped her fist around my length and slid it up and down.

I stroked her wet pussy through her panties, which were sticking to her skin, and she moaned. I slipped two fingers beneath the elastic s edge and rubbed her wet opening, savoring the way her body quivered at my touch. Then I just couldn t wait any longer to be inside her. The movie was still playing but both of us only had eyes and ears for each other. I slid my fingers out of her panties and brought them to my lips, making a show of tasting her musky juices. Amber moaned as she watched me savor her flavor, and then I pulled down her panties to position my cock at her entrance.

She gasped when I finally entered her, pushing my cock inside her tight, wet cunt. We d been too lazy and horny to fully undress, so my jeans were still around my legs, constraining my movements, and her panties hovered at her thighs, but that didn t stop me from slamming my cock into her, hard. Her arms hovered above her head, then dropped to her sides, then came around my neck to hold me tight as I really started ramming my dick into her. Spurred on by her increasing wetness, I thrust harder and faster, feeling my cockhead hit her cervix. Any discomfort the couch and our clothing may have caused was clearly forgotten by the way she reacted to my fucking, pushing upward against me, her face flushed, lips glistening as she ran her tongue over them.

In short, she was everything I could want in a lover, and I plundered her, taking all that I could from her juicy cunt while giving her every inch of my cock and every ounce of my energy. I watched and felt her body as she approached her climax. She suddenly became perfectly still, pausing as the wave of arousal coursed through her. I rested inside her, my cock threatening to explode, and as she began to tremble, I pulled out and then slammed my dick back inside Amber s pussy as hard as I could. The intensity of this move set her off. Oh, Ken, yes, fuck me just like that, she cried out, shutting her eyes and tightening her hold on me as her cunt gushed a waterfall. My cock was swimming in her juices, but her pussy was still thrillingly tight around me, and I swiveled my hips, taking advantage of her relaxed state to probe her hole one final time before I came too, jetting a load of hot come inside her.

When we d both cleaned up and recovered, we found that the movie was over. I wasn t sure if she d want me to stay, so I started to ease away from her. I want you to stay, Ken. That was some of the hottest sex I ve ever had do you think you re getting away that easily? She scrunched up her nose and gave me a sweet, sexy grin.

I guess not, I said, tossing my coat onto a chair. But if we re gonna spend the rest of the night together, I think we re both overdressed for the occasion. With the confidence that comes from knowing I was about to get laid, again, I swiftly removed her clothes, then my own, pulling her onto my lap. I swooped in for a kiss, then held her face inches from mine. What are we going to watch next? I once again watched her pert ass as it jiggled on her way to her video collection, my cock rising in my lap.

Mr. Ken C., Columbus, Ohio

HER FEET PROVE THE PERFECT THING TO GET HIM HARD AND HORNY

Posted on February 7, 2006 by The Editors

A few weeks ago, I was sitting at home, sipping some coffee and reading the newspaper, waiting for my wife, Janie, to get home. When she did, she burst through the door, threw down her shopping bags and gave me a long, lusty kiss. Hey, baby, I said, seeing her bright eyes and beaming face. What s put you in such a good mood? I asked, looking her up and down.

Guess, she said, crossing her arms below her breasts so they thrust forward. The sight of her generous cleavage staring me right in the face made my cock go from half hard to totally stiff. I looked her up and down, but didn t notice anything different at first.

Did you buy a new dress? She shook her head. Get a facial? I guessed.

Close.

Umm . . . I murmured. Then, I looked down to see her toenails gleaming a bright red color and I knew immediately that she d just gotten a pedicure. That s when my dick really responded, because if there s one part of my wife s body I love even more than her breasts, it s her feet. They re perfectly shaped, and she takes good care of them, making sure they re clean, buffed and polished. She leaned back on the table and raised one leg up, and I took her foot in my hand, examining it until I couldn t resist the temptation any longer and took her big toe into my mouth. I ran my tongue against the soft, ticklish skin underneath while caressing her arch and heel with my free hand.

Janie moaned, and I moved on to the next toe, where she wore a small silver ring that I toyed with, moving it with my teeth. The best thing about my wife is that she loves to have her toes licked, kissed and stroked, and lets me indulge in my interest to my cock s delight. Soon I was shoving all of her tiny toes into my mouth, feeling her squirm as my tongue roamed along her sole. She wiggled her toes, pressing back against me, and I put one hand on my cock while holding her heel with the other.

Soon, I couldn t contain myself, and momentarily slipped her gorgeous ped out of my mouth, swooped her up and carried her to our bedroom. She giggled as I tossed her onto the bed, then proceeded to strip her until she was naked. In addition to her generous breasts, Janie has a small waist and well proportioned body, and I always love to touch her all over. I took her panties and teased her by rubbing them against her pussy, then tied them around her ankles to keep her feet in place. She moaned as she tried to get out of her fashionable bondage, grinning the whole time because she loves being immobilized. I then slid off my shorts, letting my hard on pop out. At the sight of my erection, she moaned again, and I gave her a brief taste of my dick before moving to where I really wanted to be between her thighs.

I positioned her so she was sitting on top of me. As I rubbed my cockhead against her wet pussy lips, I simultaneously took each of her tied together feet and held them on either side of my face. I d left just enough give in the panties to be able to manipulate them as I liked, and with her feet framing my cheeks, I shoved my cock into her tight cunt. Janie gasped, rocking her hips and pressing her soles more tightly against me. Then I lifted her by her feet, propping them up and licking her heels as my dick plunged into her pussy. The more I feasted on her feet, the wetter Janie s pussy became. I got a rhythm going, and soon I decided to untie her ankles so she could prop her feet on my shoulders, allowing me deeper penetration.

I made sure to hold onto her feet while I rammed my cock into her Janie s never gone for gentle movements during sex, but prefers to be fucked good and hard. I growled as she started spasming around my length, her pussy tightening and releasing until I thought I d explode. The more aroused I got, the more I attacked her foot, frantically sucking on her toes and even scratching her heel with my teeth. She gave back just as good as she got, rubbing her feet against my lips. Then she teased me by spreading her legs, which made her pussy clamp even tighter around my cock, but moved her feet out of my mouth s reach. Her gyrations were enough to make her come, shooting her juices down onto me. She kept this up before finally I couldn t stand being unable to touch her feet.

I was about to come, so I pulled my cock out of her pussy, placed my hands around the middle of her feet, centered them above our hips and held them apart so my cock could squeeze inside the hole I d created. I fucked her feet a few times, pumping between that tight, perfect opening until I climaxed, shooting my load all over her curved peds while she held onto the bed for balance, smiling at me in approval. It was a perfect moment, and I kissed the ball of her right foot in gratitude.

We took a little nap, and when I woke up, I was faced with the beautiful sight of Janie s bare, shaved pussy in my line of vision. She d fallen asleep curled up next to me, but must have woken up before me, and now she had her head at the opposite end of the bed and was toying with my nipples with her feet. I wasn t sure which to look at first, her feet or her pussy. Since her feet were the closest, I grabbed one, moving her over so her body was lying lengthwise along mine, her head resting against my ankles as I nibbled on her pretty feet.

Then, as if reading my mind, she wound her legs down until they were wrapped around my dick, which, along with the rest of my body, was now completely awake. My cock was rock hard, and my arousal only increased as she slid her feet all along my length, then started nudging my balls with the tops of her curled toes. Then Janie bounced up, got some lube from our side table and slicked up my cock and her feet before returning to the same position. Now my dick glided easily inside the perfectly shaped hole between her feet. I watched my cockhead emerge from between her toes while she pressed them against my hardness. She then curled her toes to wrap one foot around my cock while moving up and down its length with the toes of her other foot, before rubbing the sensitive tip against her arch.

I sat up, and she moved forward to straddle me, rubbing her cunt once again along the length of my cock. Then she slowly lowered her pussy down onto my dick, teasing me by moving at an incredibly slow pace. I watched my cock disappear into her hole, and then my flexible girl moved her legs all around, teasing me as she spread her legs wide and held onto her feet, squeezing her pretty toes while her gaze moved from my face to my cock moving in and out of her cunt. Then she sat so her feet were pressing against my thighs, her long hair swinging in the air behind her, before sitting upright and extending her legs so her feet dangled right in front of my mouth.

I watched in awe until I simply had to come. I grabbed her foot, gave it a few brushes of my tongue, then positioned Janie so she was still straddling me but her cute feet were planted once again on my face. She rode my dick while I crammed as much of each foot into my mouth as I could, and when I came, spurting my load deep into her hot pussy, she tapped my cheeks with her feet, signaling her climax. I squeezed each foot, kneading my thumb into the spot I know she likes best, and Janie responded with a loud yell and a torrent of come. It was the perfect end to a perfect afternoon, one that I hope will be repeated every time my girl gets a luxurious pedicure.

Mr. Sam G., Houston, Texas

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