THE ICING ON THE CAKE FOR COMPATIBLE COUPLE IS THEIR MUTUAL LOVE OF ANAL SEX

Posted on August 31, 2006 by The Editors

So far, Meg was the girl of my dreams. She loved the outdoors as much as I did, but she also loved movies and music and, apparently, other indoor amusements. She certainly kissed with an enthusiasm I d never encountered before. After we d been going out for a while, I invited her over for dinner and a movie on the VCR.

Dinner went fine, except perhaps for my breathing heavy when I looked across the table and saw the delectable mounds of her breasts trying to escape the low neckline of her dress. After dessert, we adjourned to the plush couch to watch the movie. Our minds were on something more immediate than the film, though, because after a very few minutes we were kissing, with Meg s tongue darting in and out, capturing mine, her lips sucking. Her breathing became ragged, and we were both moaning softly.

My hands began their exploration, caressing her legs beneath the short dress, moving up to stroke and fondle her breasts. We were reaching the point where we could not hold back any longer. My hands roamed further, cupping her firm ass through her pantyhose, slipping over her thighs and in between them to encounter her dampness. Sliding to the floor in front of Meg, I continued to caress her legs, slowly pulling off her pantyhose and exposing her delicate, down covered pussy.

As my tongue touched her pleasure center, she stifled a cry and took my head in her hands. I circled her clitoris with my lips as she thrust forward to meet me. She was as hungry for sex as I was. She moaned as I feasted on her, thrusting my tongue deep inside, while reaching up to fondle the breasts I could not see. Her thighs gripped my head as she came and came again, shivering all over as she drifted down from the heights of ecstasy.

Meg then focused on my rock hard cock. She moved down off the couch to join me on the carpet, stripped off my slacks and underwear and totally engulfed my shaft in her warm, velvety mouth. She certainly knew what she was doing, alternating between licking the shaft, sucking the purple head and swallowing deeply and rapidly. She was almost as aroused by sucking my cock as she had been when I was licking her pussy! I came in a burst like fireworks, and she was surprised to find that even when she had swallowed the last of my come, my cock did not diminish.

We roused ourselves and moved into the bedroom, Meg shedding her dress along the way. I had always thought she was attractive, but now I realized just what a gem she was. Firm, uptilted breasts, a flat stomach, a trim, rounded ass and an overall tan were all part of the package. As she walked down the hall in front of me, I was hypnotized by her ass. Would she let me fuck her there? Better yet, would she enjoy it as much as I knew I would?

I lowered myself into her arms and slowly moved my cock to her moist entrance. Rubbing against her clitoris on my way in, I sank into her beautiful, tight pussy. Her hips gyrated in a wild dance. She urged me to fuck her hard, and I was more than ready to comply. My hands gripped her ass, and the fingers of one hand played with her asshole. The tight little pucker seemed to be inviting my fingertips to try to enter its gate, and sure enough, I slipped two of them inside with ease.

Meg almost rose up off the bed. Yes, she begged. Fuck me there. Please, take my ass! I rammed deep into her cunt another time, then slowly withdrew my well lubricated cock and slipped its dark head down to the entrance of her rear portal. Pressing firmly against its tiny mouth, I lodged myself inside the first ring of muscle and waited. Meg relaxed and I pushed in further, her tight, smooth walls fitting my cock like a glove. Meg whimpered and clutched my ass as I reached the end of my quest.

I rested there, completely engulfed in the tightest, most delicious ass I ve ever had. But Meg wanted more. Before I could move she was squirming away, then shoving her asscheeks to meet my groin. I took the hint and pumped into her ass faster and harder as she babbled nonsense interspersed with Yes! and Harder! Fuck me harder!

All at once a rippling of muscle so different from the clutch of a woman s cunt signaled her orgasm. It was as if a strong hand was milking my shaft, eager to receive my seed. Nobody could have resisted that erotic dance of unseen sinews. I erupted into her ass with the orgasm of a lifetime, spilling more come than I knew my balls could hold. I cried out in rapture and fell against her breasts, spent at last.

We ve talked about it since, and neither of us can figure out how we somehow knew we both liked anal sex. Maybe it was just that everything else fit so perfectly. Inevitably, though, we always stop talking and start kissing. Then my hands start caressing her ass and we are back to our favorite erotic pastime. The old Spanish saying is very true: A pleasure shared is a pleasure multiplied. We look forward to multiplying this one for a good long time to come.

Mr. A.V., Indiana

SUPPER CLUB SHOW PALES IN COMPARISON TO HIS HOT FIANC E S PERFORMANCE AFTERWARD

Posted on August 31, 2006 by The Editors

My fianc e s birthday was coming up. Trixie told me that she had always wanted to see this famous sixties female singer who appeared each year at a supper club in the beach area. So I said no problem, I d take her.

The night of the performance I picked her up at her house. She wore a tight fitting short black dress with little straps over the shoulders. Trixie is of mixed black and Asian heritage, and I think she got the best of both worlds. She stands five feet three and has a very shapely body with beautiful legs, an oval face with full lips and almond shaped eyes. I draped her fur coat over her shoulders. She was a knockout!

We arrived at the club and got in line. It was December and downright cold at the beach, but fortunately we were soon inside. The tables were small and seated four, so we had to share one with another couple.

As I looked around I saw the women were dressed to kill. I was proud that Trixie more than held her own in this crowd of beautiful women.

The show was great, and the food was surprisingly good. We had a thoroughly enjoyable evening. After the show I was ready to go, but Trixie wanted to have a drink and wait for the crowd to thin out before leaving. We sat and talked, enjoying our drinks and each other.

After a while Trixie was ready to go, but she wanted to stop in the rest room first. As I waited for her to return, the singer we d seen came out and started talking to a few of the customers. Trixie appeared just then, and I pointed out to her that the singer she liked so much was only a few feet away from us. My fianc e is not shy, so she went right over and started talking. She told the star that she d wanted to see her for years. The singer gave Trixie a kiss and the bouquet of roses she was carrying.

Trixie was in heaven, and she turned to me and handed me something from under her fur coat. It was her little black dress! She d taken it off in the rest room! We went outside and waited for the parking attendant to bring my van around. Trixie was shivering a little in just her panties, bra and fur coat.

When we got into the van she removed the fur coat. I asked her to take off her bra, but she said she d wait until the car heated up. A few minutes later she removed it, and I asked her to remove her panties too. She told me that I d have to wait till we got onto the freeway.

Once on the freeway she removed her panties, sat back in the bucket seat and spread her legs. I reached over and started playing with her pussy. She moved around so she could kneel and open my fly and pull out my cock. She then proceeded to suck me until I was this close to filling her mouth with come. With my free hand I squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple, which drove her to lick and suck me even harder. All this was happening in full view of other drivers on the freeway. I managed not to veer very far out of my lane when I came, but I was lucky that I didn t hit anything.

After a while Trixie reclined back in her seat and put her feet up on the dashboard, opening up her pussy lips, and I stuck my finger inside her as deep as I could. I started playing with her clitoris, and she came several times. She begged me to pull over and fuck her, but I said she d have to wait till we got off the freeway and back to her house.

Once there, she slipped into her fur coat and we went inside, heading directly to her bedroom. My sexy fianc e spent the rest of the night thanking me in all sorts of erotic ways for her birthday gift. Whenever I think about that night and her naked in my lap, I fall in love with her all over again.

Mr. K.C., California

GOING ALONG FOR THE RIDE IN THE NUDE

Posted on August 31, 2006 by The Editors

Although we ve been married over thirteen years, my wife, Fawn, and I are never at a loss for exciting and innovative ways to spice up our relationship. Usually, we fuck once a day most often in the morning and sometimes we do it twice or even three times a day. We ve made love in every room of our apartment and on its balcony, in various homes, on a back porch, in a yard, in the front and back seat of numerous cars and in a canoe. We used to backpack, and we ve enjoyed the pleasure of making love in the wild. On many occasions, we ve driven naked during day and evening road trips. During a number of these journeys, Fawn has spread her legs and let me make her come with my hand. In return, she has often sucked me off while I was behind the wheel.

Two years after we were married, while she was completing her studies, we bought a modest getaway house by a lake. Almost every Friday after work and school, we d leave our apartment and drive the seventy five miles to the lake for the weekend. Usually, both of us would be completely naked before we got there, and we would stay that way until we had to leave early Monday morning.

To complete her degree, Fawn enrolled in a school close to our lake property. So we moved lock, stock and barrel to the lake house. She arranged her classes so that on most days I could drop her off at school on my way to work and pick her up on my way home. It was really fun and exciting for us.

The frequency of our nude driving escapades dropped off after Fawn graduated and began her career. Each morning she drives fifty miles south and I continue my seventy five mile trek up north, which is why our daily road nudeness tapered off. But if we go on a trip together, business or otherwise, one or both of us invariably experiences a delightful orgasm while on the road.

Not long ago, we decided to take a weekend trip to the mountains west of where we live. We began our journey on the interstate. Fawn s blouse was unbuttoned, and her breasts were bare because she seldom wears a bra when she s not at work. She had on a pair of shorts but no panties. The legs of her shorts were quite wide, so I could easily stroke her shaved pussy and finger her clitoris. She had unzipped my shorts and was maintaining my erection in all kinds of glorious ways.

After a while, we spotted a grassy field with trees some forty yards from the road and decided we d picnic there. I pulled off onto the shoulder and parked. We grabbed our picnic basket, the wine and the blanket and walked back along the shoulder about 200 feet and then climbed up amongst the trees. It was perfect. We could see the traffic in both lanes. Most cars went by so fast that even if people were to spot us, they d be quite a ways down the road by the time they could react. We spread our blanket, took off what little clothing we had on and sat down to enjoy ourselves. Every once in a while we d see a car slow down after passing by us. We laughed, imagining the surprised looks on the faces of the passengers who saw, or thought they saw, two naked people on the hill.

Our picnic consisted of wine, sliced meat, cheese, crackers, sliced apples and grapes. I ve always enjoyed soaking grapes in my lady s juicy pussy. Something about her juices makes the grapes taste so good! Sometimes I ll put a grape inside her, let it soak a while and then put it in her mouth. Still holding the grape in her mouth, she ll lean forward, take my cock in her mouth and massage it with her tongue and the grape. It s a damn good feeling!

We were both pretty hot by the time we finished lunch. Fawn pushed me onto my back, straddled my hips and put my rigid cock inside her pussy. She sat there with my cock inside her and a glass of wine in her hand and worked her magic, up and down, round and round. Her pussy, all hot and wet, squeezed my throbbing cock delightfully. I couldn t see the traffic, but I thought for sure that I heard a number of cars slow down after they caught sight of us!

After Fawn had brought us both to a thrilling climax, she stretched out beside me so we could catch our breath before going back to our car. I put my hand between her legs and she was drenched. Her juices and my come were still oozing from her pussy, and I couldn t let all that go to waste. I slid down, got my head between her legs and started licking my way up from her knees. It tasted as good as the grapes had. I licked her thighs clean and then lapped around the smooth skin of her pussy. I know how to tongue her clitoris just right, so it wasn t long before I had her hips bouncing hard against my face. My tongue was twirling around her clitoris. I inserted a finger into her, and she came all over my face. It took a lot more time to get her all cleaned up after that, and we enjoyed every lick of it.

We got dressed, picked up the blanket, picnic basket and trash and walked to our car. We d gotten everything stowed and had just sat down when a state trooper pulled up behind us. He wanted to know if we had a problem. We told him we didn t and that we had just stopped to look at some flowers on the other side of the hill. He wished us a happy trip and left. We ll never know if someone reported seeing a couple fucking near the road, and we will always wonder about the funny smile on the trooper s face.

Mr. K.L., Pennsylvania

HORNY NEW HOME OWNERS DO THEIR OWN PAINTING WITH COLORFUL RESULTS

Posted on August 30, 2006 by The Editors

Last summer, my wife Leonore and I purchased a house and decided to do our own painting to save some money. Unfortunately, by the time the drywall crew was done, we were in the middle of a heat wave. Temperatures hovered just below 100 degrees, with equally high humidity levels. Although there wasn t much physical exertion involved, we were both soon drenched with sweat.

Leonore was painting the guest bedroom upstairs, and I was putting a second coat of paint on the kitchen walls. I went up to see how she was doing and discovered her bent over, her delicious derriere swaying as she moved the roller back and forth along the bottom of the wall. The old white t shirt and cutoff jeans she wore were soaked with sweat and clung enticingly to her body. The thin shirt, almost totally see through, clearly revealed her thin, lacy bra which was nearly transparent itself and allowed her nipples to show right through. I just stood there staring at her.

Leonore finally noticed me and straightened up. I don t know how much more of this I can take, she said, wiping a strand of damp hair away from her face. It sure is hot.

Why don t you paint in the nude? I asked. None of the neighbors can see into this room.

Yeah, right, was her reply. Go finish the kitchen.

I knew full well that she wouldn t strip then and there, but I could tell that I had planted a seed that I hoped would sprout before the day s end. I went back downstairs with a large bulge in my shorts. With my mind still focused on my wife s breasts and ass, I resumed painting, but all I could think of was painting my wife s gorgeous body, moving the roller up and down her asscheeks, back and forth across her breasts. That gave me an idea.

I found an extra paint tray and a clean roller. I emptied a jug of ice water into the paint tray and put the roller into the water. Leonore is a master of the art of teasing, often employing her seductive smile, and I had little doubt that if I went back upstairs, she would be painting in the nude. I decided to sneak up on her.

I tiptoed up the stairs with the paint tray full of water. The radio was playing loudly enough that she couldn t hear me. As I came up the stairs, my cock was straining against the fabric of my shorts as if it wanted to get out and see for itself whether she was naked. Sure enough, she was! As quickly as possible, I slipped out of my clothes in the hall. Picking up the paint tray, I followed my cock back to the bedroom as if it were a divining rod pointing the way.

I stood in the doorway, mesmerized. You d think after twelve years I d be used to seeing my wife naked, but I m not. She was standing on her tiptoes, trying unsuccessfully to reach up to the picture rail a foot below the ceiling. With both hands on the roller, which was stretched high above her head, her position was downright erotic. Her ass was sticking out, her breasts thrust forward and her head tilted back.

She made two trips back to her paint tray, bending over and wiggling her ass as she got more paint on her roller. This gave me a clear view of her neatly trimmed pussy. When she finally saw me standing there, paint tray in hand and cock pulsating, she asked if I could give her a hand with the top part of the wall.

I agreed and walked up behind her, dipped the roller and began to paint her back with the ice water. She jumped when the roller touched her, but she slowly relaxed and continued painting when I assured her it was just water. When she turned back to look at me, I found myself staring at a beautiful, erect nipple.

My wife laid down her roller and turned to spread eagle herself against the wall. Taking that as a hint to continue, I soaked the roller and held it over the top of her head, allowing the water to drip down her face. I kept it there, and the water ran down her neck, between her breasts, over her stomach and into her pubic hair. She shivered and let out a moan as the water found its way to her warm pussy lips. She began to rock her hips as if trying to find something to press her clitoris against.

I moved her away from the wall and rolled the water across her back, watching it flow down between her asscheeks and trickle forward to meet the first stream at her pussy. Leonore moved her hips even faster, trying to maximze the sensations collecting in her sensitive cleft. I slowly brought the roller down until it was going back and forth across her ass and she was pleading for me to move it lower.

Her cunt was dying for attention, but I shifted to the back of her leg. By the time the roller reached her foot, she was almost dancing. I brought it up the inside of her leg so that it was just a couple of inches away from her cunt, and she began pleading and moaning. I got down on the floor between her and the wall and began to repaint her front. She d forgotten about her nipples in her anxiousness for me to reach her cunt, but she thrust them forward as soon as the cold water hit them.

I slowly moved the soaking roller across each nipple a few times, giving them the kind of direct stimulation her cunt was craving. This caused her to pump her hips in search of my hand, or my cock, or anything. Moving back behind her, I repeated my path, but this time it was my hand I d soaked in the cold water.

Leonore moaned as I sank my cold, wet fingers into her cunt. She pumped against them hard, begging me to fuck her. More than willing, I replaced my hand with my cock, and I moved my hands around to pinch and roll her nipples. Then I slid one hand down to massage her love bud. I drove into her furiously, matching her tempo, squeezing my asscheeks hard in an attempt to keep myself from coming right away.

Finally, she started gasping and shaking, and I shot my load into her as she came. We writhed together in orgasmic bliss, collapsing onto the drop cloth and then falling asleep in the late afternoon sun.

I awoke to the sensation of a wet paint roller moving up my thigh. But I couldn t wait, and I pulled her down onto my cock even before she d finished her paint job. We d found a great way to cool off on a hot day!

Mr. V.R., Wyoming

By Special Invitation

Posted on August 30, 2006 by Matthew Huffington

Oh, Megan, she s been such a bitch this week, Tony complained during the commercials at halftime. I turned to look at him, somewhat startled by his language especially in reference to his nubile young wife.

I told her Genuine Draft, specifically, and she bought these wussy things, he said, lifting a bottle of the watery light beer. Guess she s cruising for it again, he added, with a sparkle in his eyes.

Sara s been acting up, too, Jon said, his gruff voice sounding sympathetic. Then he laughed and took a large swig of beer. Of course, once she finally gets the spanking she s angling for, she s as sweet as ever.

A spanking? I cried out. Tony just laughed at my outburst.

Oh, come on, Matt. Don t you think it s time you were indoctrinated? You said Jenny asks you about our parties. Megan says she s all ears when they talk about what goes on.

I knew the four of them fooled around at their barbecues, and it completely fascinated me. I certainly never thought I could talk Jenny into actually participating, but maybe Megan had already done the work for me. My momentary daydream about Jenny and Megan locked in a sixty nine was broken when Tony started bragging that Megan had bought him a ping pong paddle to use on her.

Well, Sara likes my belt, Jon replied. She leaves it on the bed when she wants me to use it. I ll come home from work, and she ll be waiting for me at the door, all puppy dog eyes. Then, when I go to the bedroom to change into jeans, I ll see my thick leather belt coiled on my pillow. It s like her little sign.

I don t know if that s for us. I don t think Jen would like it.

Sure she would. She jokes with Megan about it, Tony laughed, whacking me on the back. Get with it, man.

With that, Jon piped in, Come on, Matt, there s more to swinging than just wife swapping.

At the next commercial, I excused myself to use the phone.

Jenny, it s me.

Hi, Matt. How s the game?

I m gonna be home early. I tried to control my voice and make it sound a bit more authoritative. I want you to be ready for me, ready for something new.

Oh, yeah? she asked slyly.

I want you in your white nightgown without any panties.

There was a silence on the line, and I knew I d gotten her attention.

Be ready for me young lady, or . . . I ll have to give you a spanking. I heard her giggling as I hung up and went back to the living room.

Tony handed me another light beer, and I could feel his eyes on me as if he knew what had just happened. But he didn t ask any questions, and I didn t offer any information. We spent the rest of the evening concentrating on the game or, in my case, pretending to.

I hurried and found Jen in the bedroom, brushing her hair. I don t think she d ever looked so enticing her honey blonde hair combed straight back away from her forehead, her face pale and innocent, the slightest fever flush kissing her cheekbones. She was biting her lip sort of nervously, obviously a bit worried though lost in her daydream.

What did you say on the phone? she asked when she noticed me in the doorway. Her voice was all trembly, as if she were a naughty little girl. I mean, at the end? she sputtered.

I went over to the bed and slowly lifted her nightgown. She had on the white one, like I d told her. It s a short t shirt style with tiny pink bows in the pattern. Underneath, she had on a pair of stretchy white lace panties. Was this a sexy sign?

I sat on the edge of the bed and gently lifted her over my knees. I said you d get a spanking for disobeying me. And I meant it, darling. I slid my fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, exposing her beautiful bottom.

Oh, she sighed.

That was it? No protest? No shocked outrage? From the woman who had always preferred to have the lights out when we made love? Was all that girl talk with Megan turning my quiet wife toward kinky new possibilities?

Slap! She wasn t quiet now, for I smacked her pretty ass hard enough to leave a handprint. She was moaning and wriggling around on my lap.

Slap! She wasn t wriggling as if she wanted me to stop, though. She was grinding her pelvis against my knee, leaving a dampness there from her lovely pussy.

Slap! I could have spanked her all night long it excited me that much. But Jen started sighing like she does when she s on the verge of coming, and suddenly I needed to be inside her. I moved her off my lap and ripped open my jeans to free my cock. It was huge, the head all swollen and purple like a ripe plum. Jen gasped when she saw it.

On your back, I ordered. Legs apart. She obeyed instantly, spreading her slender thighs and reaching down between her legs to hold her slippery pussy lips open for me. I can t describe the feeling of sliding into her wet heat it was like heaven.

She was crying out as I fucked her, crying out from her spanking, from the punishment I had inflicted on her cherry pink bottom. But she was also crying from how good it felt the two of us moving together, making love so wildly. She was louder than I was, tossing her head back and moaning. She moved on me like an animal wild and sinful, purring one second and growling the next.

Then she started begging for more, screaming, Fuck me harder, baby, harder, please! So I slammed into her like a locomotive, going crazy from the sound of dirty words coming from her divine lips. Our bodies became one amazing machine, grinding hard and fast and deep.

Fuck me, Matt. Let me be your bad girl.

The sound of my angel, my sweet baby, talking like such a naughty little thing, dirty words cascading from her candy mouth, was sending me over the edge.

We slept like the dead afterward, drained emotionally and physically. My arms were wrapped around her, my fingers resting on her bottom. It still radiated heat glorious, hell fire heat.

So, Matt, we re invited to one of those parties at Meg and Tony s on Friday, Jen told me merrily the next morning. And Tony said for you to call him first. The twinkle in Jenny s eyes made me want to ask what was going on, but I decided to wait and talk to Tony myself. I called him from the office.

Hey, Matt, Tony said to me. Did the two of you have fun last night?

I was silent, wondering what he knew, how he could know, then realizing that Jen might have already called Megan while I was driving to work.

Yeah . . . I managed to get out.

This party on Friday, it s gonna get kind of wild.

Yeah, you all party together, don t you? That ll be great.

You re right about that, but there s more. Matt, we re going to have a few naughty young ladies on our hands.

Now he was the one who paused while I let my mind wander, thinking about my own naughty girl at home and her glowing heart shaped ass. I began to wonder if everything the entire evening with Jenny, the way Tony and Jon had discussed their personal lives was all a setup. I waited for Tony to continue.

If the women really get into their bad girl mood, it gets to be a round robin thing, if you know what I mean.

I m not really sure I do, I said, still picturing Jenny s reddened bottom. But now I imagined disciplining her in front of the other two couples, perhaps while Megan and Sara were also being punished. Is that really what he meant? I suddenly understood that Jenny had wanted to be spanked for a long time and that it was something that had been orchestrated by the wives. Did Jenny really already know about this twist that was being proposed?

What I m trying to say, Tony stumbled for words, is that if your wife is itching for it, you should spank her right then. In fact, the same goes for any of the women.

You re serious, aren t you?

He laughed, Well, yeah. It ll be hot. Megan and I can t wait. See you there.

We got off the phone, and I leaned back in my leather office chair and stared at the ceiling. I pictured Jen with her blue sundress up around her hips and her panties crumpled down around her thighs. I imagined Tony in the role of disciplinarian, turning Jen s sweet ass bright red while I watched or while I paddled Sara s round bottom and Jon spanked Megan.

My fantasy caused me to rise to quite a state of arousal. I strolled, as casually as possible, into the men s room to take care of myself and came twice in less than five minutes. How on earth was I going to last until Friday?

Hello, hello, so glad you could make it, Megan said, kissing me lightly on the cheek and taking Jen by the hand. I ve been cooking all afternoon. It smells wonderful, Jen gushed, following our hostess into the kitchen while I took our jackets and hung them on the wooden rack behind the front door.

Jon and Sara greeted me from the living room. They sat in a honeymooners pose, her head on his shoulder, his fingers lightly playing up and down her waist, easing toward her breasts.

I hadn t even said hello when Sara stood and walked toward me. She stood on her tiptoes to embrace me and then pulled me down to her level to kiss me, full on and open mouthed, while her husband watched casually from the sofa.

I ve wanted to do that for a long time, she said, grinning up at me. Her black hair fell in ringlets around her shoulders, a few stray wisps covering her forehead.

I looked over her head toward Jon, but he just smiled and nodded to me as if to say that everything was fine with him.

Did you like that? she asked me. Can I do it again?

For an answer, I wrapped her in my arms and lifted her clear off the ground, kissing her sweetly parted lips, meeting her tongue with mine and exploring the warm heat of her mouth.

What are the rules? I asked her.

No rules, she laughed at me. We re all grown ups here. Just do what you want to, Matt.

I looked over at Jon again, but he wasn t paying attention to us anymore. Megan had come in from the kitchen and was perched on the arm of the couch. She d lifted her green silk blouse over her head to reveal her wonderful, round breasts, and Jon s face was buried in the soft valley between them.

It suddenly occurred to me that Jen and Tony must be somewhere else in the house taking care of each other. But before I could wonder about what they were doing, Sara dropped to her knees on the plush carpet and began slowly unbuttoning my fly. Her mouth opened and took me in, consuming me, draining me. She tried to speak with her mouth full of cock, but the words were slurred, and I didn t quite understand. I thought she said something about watching the punishment scene.

I placed both hands on the back of her head, helping her find the rhythm I craved, losing my fingers in her riot of glossy midnight curls. I heard moans from the couch across the room, and I struggled to look away from the nymph on her knees in front of me to check out the action between Jon and Megan. What I saw made my legs go weak, and I gratefully leaned against the wall behind me for support.

Jen had joined us while I was lost in the ministrations of Sara s sweet mouth. Jen and Megan were now both bent over the arm of the couch, Jen s dress pulled up and her panties down, Megan s skirt tucked into her waistband. Meg didn t have on any underpants at all. Jon sat in front of them, holding their wrists tightly, making sure that their arms were straight and their bodies pressed tight against the leather sofa. Tony stood a foot or two behind them, a leather covered paddle in his hand. Then he began smacking their bottoms, one and then the other, as the women squealed.

I saw roses blooming on Jen s pale bottom. How pretty she looked, bent in submission, her golden hair thrown free from the tortoise shell barrettes as she tossed her head back and forth.

Now I wanted a woman over my lap, and I pulled a startled Sara away from my cock and dragged her quickly to a wooden chair in the corner. I made sure that she could witness the action on the other side of the room. Tony was now sliding his cock between Megan s well sculpted thighs, and Jon was instructing Jen to get down on her knees before him.

Open wide, Jenny. That s the girl, I heard Tony growl.

I slid up Sara s filmy dress, pulling it over the swell of her ass and anchoring it in the small of her back. She had on only a white lace thong underneath, and it decorated her bottom nicely, separating each plump cheek for me to spank.

Her skin was already warm beneath my palm, and I smiled inwardly as I thought of how much warmer it would be when I was through. I spanked her ass once, hard, and then stroked her.

Have you been a bad girl? I asked.

Sara hesitated. Oh, yes.

I spanked her again, this time slapping her right cheek, then her left.

Tell me what you ve done. My cock stirred as I waited for her to answer. I hadn t zipped up my fly, and Sara could surely feel my aching cock thrusting against her.

I ve been very naughty, she sobbed softly. I ve been such a bad girl . . .

I spanked her again, only because her ass was so ripe and ready for it, and then I ordered her to continue.

I . . . I ve had such naughty thoughts, naughty fantasies.

About? I prompted.

She wriggled on my lap a little, moving against my cock so that I had to catch my breath.

About being with a another woman.

That is naughty, I assured her, already planning what I d like her to do with my wife after I finished spanking her, of course.

I slid my hand under the waistband of her lace thong and pulled it down her thighs, knowing that she d feel more exposed if her little asshole and succulent pussy were accessible to my probing fingers. Then I gave her a real spanking, fast and hard, warming her bottom as if she had truly been a bad little girl. I chided her while I walloped her ass, admonishing her for pretending to cry when I hadn t even begun to tan her hide.

I ll give you something to really cry about, I warned her. Don t you worry, young lady.

There was a silence in the room, and I realized the others were watching the show. I looked up, meeting Jenny s gaze, her eyes shining. I continued to spank Sara while staring at Jen, and I hoped that she could read in my expression that I was dying to have her over my lap next.

When I was through, I reached between Sara s thighs, dipping my fingers into the dreamy heat of her pussy. Her juices had flowed down her legs, drenching her thighs. I scooped her into my arms, rocking her, soothing the pain from the spanking. I want you to tell me your fantasies, Sara. You tell them to me right now.

She blushed and squirmed in my embrace, and I brought my lips to her ear and whispered, Would you like to show me? Would that be easier for you?

She nodded, biting her full lower lip. Then she stood, rubbing her sore bottom as she made her way toward my wife. All Sara could say was, Jenny, let me, please. She then helped Jen undress and sat her down on the sofa, spreading her slender thighs, parting her pretty pussy lips and going right for Jenny s core, diving in with her tongue and fingers.

This scene was just too much for Jon to bear, and he quickly grabbed ahold of Megan and pulled her down on top of him. He quickly moved her into a sixty nine, thrusting his cock into her hungry mouth while sucking every drop of honey from her shaved delta of Venus.

Tony and I were left staring in admiration at Jen and Sara, watching as my beautiful wife looked over at Jon and Megan and got the idea to try a sixty nine herself. She motioned to Sara, and Sara quickly slid up on the couch and let Jen go to work. They were incredible to watch, Sara s midnight hair against Jenny s pale thighs, Jen s golden mane spread over her naked back and shoulders.

I bent down at the side of the couch and began touching Jenny s lovely body, running my fingers along her still pink bottom and sliding one spit slick finger into her little asshole. I felt little contractions as Sara brought Jenny to her first shuddering orgasm of the evening. I wanted to be fucking Jen there, thrusting my cock into her bottom while Sara continued to work magic with her tongue on Jen s clit. I turned once to look at Tony, but he had joined the party on the floor, fucking his wife in the ass while Jon bucked inside her tight little pussy.

It seemed like we all came at once. The room was thick with electricity, moans and cries, the intoxicating jungle smell of sex and sweat. And then there was the heat the glorious heat. I pulled Jenny and Sara away from each other and got between them. I began fucking Jenny, who was on her back, while I played with Sara s pert, perfect breasts as she straddled Jen s mouth. Soon we were just nameless, faceless bodies Jen and me and Sara and Megan and Tony and Jon and Megan and Sara and me and Jenny and Jon and Tony, over and over until nothing mattered anymore except for coming.

Fevered skin on skin, the open willingness of Jenny s pussy, the tightness of Megan s asshole, the slickness of Sara s mouth my beautiful angels, all three of them. Joining with me in the heat created by our bodies, the wild fantasies of our minds. Joined once. And forever.

PLEASURE LASHES FOR A SLAVE TO LOVE

Posted on August 29, 2006 by The Editors

They say opposites attract, and my lover, Eugene, and I are about as opposite as they come. I m a very successful businesswoman, and my lover is a burly, blue collar worker. Perhaps we ve finally found the basis for our mutual attraction. After we had been going together for a while, we happened to watch a movie about a slave master. We had a heated discussion about the evils of slavery, but I was secretly intrigued by the thought of being possessed and ravished by a demanding master. Eugene must have noticed the extra enthusiasm in our lovemaking that night.

The next night, he grabbed my wrists in his powerful hand and held them above my head as he playfully spanked my ass with the other. Again and again, his big, calloused hand came down with a smack on my tender asscheeks, each blow sending electric jolts right to my pussy. Soon, the spanking, combined with the friction produced by my thighs rubbing together, brought me to the brink of a powerful orgasm. Still holding my wrists in his viselike grasp, Eugene plunged his rock hard cock into me. The feeling of his cock ramming into me like a pile driver, and the utter helplessness of my situation, was driving me crazy. Soon we both exploded in orgasmic bliss.

We had discovered a whole new dimension of our relationship. Over the next couple of years, we accumulated a large collection of hairbrushes, slappers and paddles all of which we used, with great gusto, on my pert little behind. Then this year, for his birthday, I gave my lover a long black leather whip. I got wet just looking at it, but he was determined to save it for a special occasion. Then, on the day before my birthday, I received a card at my office with a note inside that read: Tomorrow, 10 am.

The next morning I found myself riding through the countryside. Not a word had been said I had just gotten ready. We turned down a lonely logging road and came to a stop in a clearing deep in the woods. I noticed a big oak tree in the middle of the clearing. Without a word, we got out of the car and walked over to the tree.

In Eugene s hand was a long piece of rope, with a pair of fur lined leather cuffs attached. He threw the rope over a big branch and looked into my eyes. I was dressed all in black leather, wearing a silver studded collar, thigh high boots and a dress that zipped all the way up the front. My hands shook as I pulled the zipper down and handed him the dress. He took the dress back to the car and returned with a box.

I stood in the middle of the clearing, naked except for the collar and boots. I reached into the box and handed the voluptuous leather whip to him. He secured the cuffs to my wrists, pulling the rope taut so I dangled helplessly, my toes barely touching the ground. My body tensed as I heard the whip whistle through the air, but I wasn t ready for the stinging jolt that shot through my body when the sensuous tongue of the whip kissed my tender asscheeks.

Again and again, the lovely lash licked my body. Ass, belly, thighs, back no part of my body was spared. The whip s tentacles molded themselves to my sweetly stretched skin, and from the tips of them came waves of pain and pleasure! I twisted and turned, which only caused me to become more excited. Then the whip wound its way up between my legs, rubbing up against my sopping wet pussy. When the tip stung my ass, it triggered a tremendous, mind blowing orgasm.

My lover came over and thrust his fingers into my cunt, working them around and around until I came again and again. He finally stopped and let me loose. I fell into his arms, and he held me until I stopped shaking. Then I dropped to my knees and gently pulled his firm cock from his pants. I lovingly sucked him, feeling his cock throb between my lips, until, with a grunt, he filled my mouth with sticky come. But I couldn t stop. I kept on sucking, fondling his balls and stroking his shaft until his hips began to thrust back and forth and he came again.

These sessions are too intense to do often, but several times a year my master does find the time to discipline his little love slave!

Ms. S.J., Ohio

IT ALL STARTED WITH PLAYFUL SWATS TO HER CURVY BOTTOM

Posted on August 29, 2006 by The Editors

I am writing to share with you a wonderful discovery I made recently, and that is that I love a good spanking! My first honest to goodness spanking blew my mind, turning me on more than I would have ever thought possible. Here s how it happened:

Josh, Adam and I were frolicking in the pool, behaving more like seven year olds than the fully grown adults we are. But we ve always been like that. The three of us have been friends forever, dating back to our grammar school days. All through high school and college we were best pals, buddies, sticking together through thick and thin, celebrating the good times and seeing one another through the bad.

It was a bit odd, I suppose, a girl hanging out all the time with two guys especially when sex was never part of the equation. Although I occasionally wondered what Josh and Adam would be like in bed, I never really thought of them in a sexual sense. They were simply two great guys I liked a lot and whom I could depend on no matter what.

Our relationship changed soon after we graduated college, when Josh accepted a job out of state. Suddenly our threesome was a twosome, with Adam and I spending lots and lots of time together and, perhaps inevitably, falling in love. Telling Josh that we were getting married wasn t easy, and for a while he distanced himself from us, feeling, I suppose, left out. But then, happily, he returned to the fold, knowing that while things could never be as they were, we three were still good buddies. I was really happy when Josh quit his job and returned home.

So anyway, there we were in the pool, having a grand time splashing water on one another. Claiming exhaustion, Josh called a time out and climbed up onto the float. I gave Adam a wink and dove under the water. Moments later, I was pushing up on the float and sending Josh toppling over into the water. He surfaced with a grin on his face and then came after me. Now you re going to get it, Frannie, he threatened. But good.

Adam started to laugh, and I let out a shriek and clambored out of the pool. I scampered across the backyard with Josh in hot pursuit. He caught me, of course, wrestling me onto the grass facedown and then sitting on my back. I was laughing and struggling to unseat him when he started smacking my ass through my wet swimsuit. I could tell he was using both hands, whacking each buttock in turn. The blows stung, causing me to cry out, yet I found myself getting sexually aroused almost immediately. Aside from a big hug or New Year s Eve kiss, Josh had never been this intimate with me. The spanking was over quickly, Josh swatting each asscheek just four times, but it excited me more than I could have ever imagined.

Perhaps thinking he had gone too far, Josh was unusually quiet during the remainder of his visit, and he left without giving me my customary kiss on the cheek and hug. That night, in bed, I told Adam about my surprising reaction to Josh s playful swatting of my ass.

Mmm, interesting, Adam said with a smile. Maybe you d like a spanking right now. Roll over and

I shushed him with a kiss, and soon thereafter we were fucking, Adam pounding his hard cock deep inside my pussy as I moaned under him. It was his solid thrusting combined with the mental picture of myself baring my ass for a hard spanking that ignited one of my strongest orgasms ever.

During the next few weeks I succeeded in putting the spanking out of my mind, concluding that it had simply been a weird response to a totally unexpected turn of events. On the night of my twenty sixth birthday, I found out otherwise.

Adam and I, together with Josh, of course, had gone out to celebrate. It was late when we got back home and I was ready for bed, but Adam invited Josh in for one last drink. I was in the living room looking at the stunning necklace Adam had given me earlier when I heard the guys talking in the kitchen. They finally joined me, each wearing a silly grin. Frannie, Adam said, it s time for your birthday spanking. And, perfect host that I am, I have decided to let Josh have the honor.

Had I heard right? Josh? Spanking me? In a flash Josh was sitting next to me on the sofa and guiding me onto his lap. I offered no resistance, realizing deep down, perhaps, that this was a fantasy come true. My pussy was already purring, and I whimpered into the sofa cushion as I felt my skirt being pulled up over my waist.

Thirteen with her panties on, thirteen on her bare bottom, was Adam s naughty suggestion.

Sounds good to me, Josh said.

It sounded good to me, too. The spanking began with a sharp slap, followed in quick succession by two more, and then I was gasping and crying out as Josh tattooed my pantied ass with crisp smack after crisp smack. My pussy was soaked by the time he delivered the thirteenth blow. Adam came over and tugged down my panties for Josh, a simple act that turned me on even more. Josh then resumed the spanking, his hard hand now striking the taut, naked cheeks of my bottom, turning them an even darker shade of red. The pain had become pleasure of an amazing sort, and I was very close to coming by the time Josh delivered the final swat.

Adam stroked my hair and asked if I wanted to thank Josh for the spanking. I knew what he meant, and I knew that if my answer was yes, it would dramatically alter our relationship with Josh. Silently, with my ass burning and tears trickling down my cheeks, I got on my knees between Josh s legs and unzipped his slacks. Reaching in, I hauled out the big fat cock I had felt pressing up into my stomach during the spanking. For just a moment our eyes locked, and then my mouth plunged down over Josh s cock and I began sucking it with sluttish abandon, almost gagging in my hunger to take it all the way down my throat.

I lost track of Adam as I greedily gobbled our good friend s hard, pulsating cock. All I could think of was my blazing behind, my sopping wet pussy and the beautiful stalk of flesh bloating my cheeks and stretching my jaw. Above me I could hear Josh grunting and breathing hard. When I felt his hands tighten on my head, I knew he was ready to let loose. Seconds later he was flooding my mouth with his creamy semen.

Once again we were all at a loss for words, the impact of what had just transpired seeming to numb our vocal chords. But nothing could extinguish my desire to fuck, and as soon as Josh left, I went to Adam and started tearing at his clothes. I wound up draped over the back of the sofa with Adam banging into me from behind. Crazy with lust, I clawed the seat cushion and pleaded with him to slap my ass as he fucked me. I must have come half a dozen times before Adam shot his semen into my pussy.

I never would have imagined that having my ass warmed could be such an incredible turn on. At my request, Adam is going to give me weekly spankings, and we ve invited Josh over this Saturday night to burn my bottom with the leather paddle Adam gave me as kind of a belated birthday gift. How wonderful it is that my two favorite men in all the world both enjoy baring my ass for a sound spanking. I only wish I had discovered the wicked pleasure of spanking years ago.

Ms. F.J., Washington

CONFESSIONS OF A HAUGHTY ARISTOCRAT S WHIPPING BOY

Posted on August 29, 2006 by The Editors

I was first introduced to the club s manorial quarters on the outskirts of Munich ten years ago. My sponsor was an imperious lady I had met in Paris, one of those uprooted aristocrats of no settled abode and vague title in this case, princess. She had brought me there to introduce me to a wider range of erotic experiences and playmates, so that I might fulfill fantasies of mine in which she had no interest, like spanking. She had introduced me to a number of redoubtable spanking dommes, but there was one I had lusted after for years, seemingly in vain.

Last fall, I met the princess at the club again. It was a kind of farewell, as she had decided it was time to retire from the public sex scene. We had a final, tender exchange in which she let me wait upon her hand and foot, bathing and massaging her before tonguing her to a lingering orgasm one last time. Then she sent me away to change into my dinner jacket and find another partner.

My gaze swept around the dining room. It is a remarkable hall, adorned with as many putti as the city s famous Theatiner church, though these cherubs are far from innocent. Every one has a rampant erection and is in hot pursuit of sexual pleasure. On the other side of the room, alone at a table for two, was the most beautiful woman I have ever met the object of my years of desire, the baroness Mechtilde. Her ice blonde hair and elegant bones gave her the beauty of a goddess. She saw me and, with an understated smile and a minimal opening of her palm, invited me to join her.

I kissed her hand in the best courtly tradition. Baroness, it is a great pleasure to see you. You are such an infrequent a visitor. I languish in your absence. I sat, and she ordered my dinner. A shiver went down my spine. We had never been intimate, but every time we met, sexual electricity crackled between us. Tonight, I thought, I will be hers.

My treacherous mind had wandered. We were discussing the works of Hugo von Hofmannsthal, and I suppose that, full of my touching farewell to the princess, I had spoken too feelingly of Marschalin s farewell to Octavian in Der Rosenkavalier. The baroness caught my slip at once and ruthlessly hauled me back to the present. I think, she said, you will have to be taught that it is ungentlemanly to think with longing about another woman in my presence. Is it because she claims a higher station than I, this princess?

I hastened to assure her that she, the gnadige Baronin, was the only woman who could possibly consume my attention, and she gathered me up peremptorily along with her furs and swept out of the room. Upstairs she undressed me and had me stand, naked, at attention to receive her garments as she discarded them. Wrapping herself in a shimmering steel blue silk kimono, she sat down on the couch. Turn around for me. I wish to examine your potential to pleasure me.

I was reasonably confident that my cock would not disappoint her, but her gaze lingered on my buttocks, and her hands traced their tight curve. Tingles of electricity shot though me. You will lie across my lap, she said, in a tone that brooked no disobedience. Ja! Exactly.

Her open palm connected with my shivering flesh with a loud slap. She shook her hand and blew on its palm, commenting with approval on the firmness of my buttocks. So, you Americans are not as soft as you seem. Good. Her hand came down again, stinging us both, but the slight pain sent a rush of delight straight to my balls. This was indeed the woman of my dreams.

Slowly, hunting for the place where she would get the greatest reward for her outlay of energy, she spanked me, holding me down with one hand, slapping me with the other, changing off to cool the active one when necessary. A pleasant fire burned across my asscheeks. I goaded her by keeping my face neutral, watching her covertly in the mirror.

Warming up to her work, blood circulating faster and endorphins percolating, she put more and more into her blows, watching my reactions. My brow creased deliberately, as if it were a point of honor not to cry out. I let my bottom quiver and began to utter a strangled, genuinely involuntary half cry with each crack. My ass was on fire for the next couple of minutes as she dished out her best.

Then she ordered me to my knees. My ass felt as if its scorched epidermis were crinkling. She noticed with superior satisfaction that I had a rigid erection. I was taller than her, so I had to sit back on my heels to get my head at the angle she wanted. I tilted up my face.

Legs open, she straddled my face, her womanly scent strong in my nostrils. Ordering me to keep my mouth shut, she rubbed her vulva over my face, pressing my nose against her clitoris. With her hands, she spread her labia and let them envelop me. She was wet inside. Her eyes dominated mine. I had to open my mouth to breathe. I couldn t stop myself from extending my tongue to taste her nectar. I felt her twitch, saw her pupils widen. I put my hands on the backs of her thighs to give her support and balance.

For a moment we remained in that position, my head tilted back, her legs flexed like a ballet dancer s, the skirts of her kimono parted, our eyes locked. She savored the feel of my probing tongue, shuddering slightly. Then she pulled herself together and ordered me to bend over the dressing table. You presume too much, young man, she said huskily. But I didn t think she meant it. We were linked by a powerful erotic bond that would only get stronger.

I bent for her pleasure. She resumed slapping my buttocks, slowly at first, with her speed and vigor increasing as her palms rewarmed to their task. I watched her face, my eyes beginning to glaze with the icy yet fiery pleasure she dealt out.

She became more and more wanton, almost demented cries escaping her throat, head tossing, arms flashing wildly. It was as if she had gone mad with excitement. Many of her slaps fell directly on my asshole, a delicious variation on her theme. I was glad to be there. I could imagine being nowhere else, under no one else s hand. For what seemed like an eternity the fire built in my ass, spilling over into my balls, threatening my cock with an untimely eruption. The world took on a red tinge. She put her whole heart and soul into each blow, her mostly regular rhythm interrupted by her orgasmic shivers.

Finally she fell against me, limp and panting, but she was far from spent. I caught her in my arms, carried her to the bed, laid her on her back and licked her sopping wet vagina again, drawing still deeper shudders from her depths.

Then I turned her over so that she lay on her belly, lifting her to place a couple of pillows under her pelvis. Kneeling between her legs, I inserted my rampant cock into her quivering vagina and began pumping. My erection was large enough to stretch her wide open, and this angle of approach put a strong rubbing pressure on her clitoris.

In moments she was coming again, her interior muscles clenching in smooth waves beyond her conscious control. Between each clench, I gave her buttocks a little slap, first one side, then the other. My hands were twice the size of hers, sinewy and calloused. I delivered less than a tenth of the force she had, mere love pats. Still, they reddened her snowy skin and elicited moans. She liked it as much as I did! But then one rarely dishes out with such exuberance what one does not find pleasurable oneself.

I took my time, stroking in and out slowly, then harder and faster so that I came as she was gliding down from her orgasmic peak. Afterward, I slid my knees back so I could lie comfortably, and we remained connected a long time, half asleep, my bottom still pleasantly stinging, her vagina clasping rhythmically around my soft but still substantial cock.

In repose she was tender, almost childlike, utterly trusting and frank. She would talk at length about what moved and excited her, feeling free to weep. In such moods of hers, we addressed each other with the informal, intimate pronoun Du. When we were playing, however, she reverted to being the haughty aristocratic product of generations of breeding, and it was strictly the formal Sie. We never made an explicit arrangement of it, for our pact seemed to need no definition we were simply what we were. When her emotions raged I was her confidant and her whipping boy, and I loved it.

Sometimes, after our private sessions, we would stroll up to the party suite to observe the action, with me as the ever deferential escort, stark naked as club custom demanded. Mechtilde loved to tease me to make sure I had a blush as flaming as my ass when we made our entrance.

How is your bottom doing? she would prod.

Hot as if I sat on a stove, my Baroness, I would reply, color rising to my cheeks as I opened the door for her to precede me. I knew full well that she wanted everyone to see the luminous red of my ass and to know that she was responsible.

On such occasions, though she was far from shy about her body s abundant charms, she always kept on her kimono, looking as cool and collected as any ice princess from a fairy tale. That she enjoyed being spanked was an altogether different proposition.

Mr. W.T., New York

SLY GAL DEVISES SEDUCTIVE TRAP FOR YOUNG LOVERS

Posted on August 28, 2006 by The Editors

I love to watch people making love. That s why I built my gazebo on the edge of my property that adjoins a park, off in a secluded area that attracts lovers. I ve fitted the benches with comfortable cushions and have decked it out with hanging fuschia plants all very romantic and conducive to alfresco fucking. The best part is that all the action is in full view of the oversize hammock I ve concealed back in the trees.

Last Saturday afternoon, my guests were a twenty something couple who looked like they were almost too aroused to wait until they got inside. His bulging cock looked as though it was trying to pop out of his shorts, and hers were clinging suspiciously to what appeared to be a damp spot between her legs. It was cute the way they were trying to walk and, at the same time, kiss every available inch of exposed skin on each other s body. It looked like I was in for quite a treat.

My nipples started to harden and my cunt began to tingle as I watched him strip off her shirt. Her bra was lacy and very revealing. She was curvy in all the right places and delicious to watch as she urged him to take off the rest.

He responded by tugging down her shorts and helping her out of her wet panties. The flimsy material fell limply to the ground. Next, he stripped off her bra and left her nude and glistening with perspiration. She looked very excited as he began to pull off his own clothes.

I couldn t quite hear what they were saying, but she seemed to be asking him to jerk off in front of her I liked her already. I wanted to watch this, too. It was a sight that was guaranteed to make me come. Sure enough, he sat down on one of the benches facing me and put his hands around his big cock. Sliding them up and down at a slow, steady pace, he massaged in the glistening pre come that oozed from its tip. The wetness gleamed in the sunlight.

The man put his head back and closed his eyes, beginning to moan as he fondled himself. His enthusiasm was showing as he picked up his pace. She was egging him on, whispering to him and nibbling on his neck before bending to kiss his chest and suck his tiny nipples.

My cunt was getting wetter as I watched them, and I couldn t help fondling myself. I started to pinch my nipples, which were already standing up under my t shirt. My nylon covered cunt was producing jolts of pleasure that shot through me every time my hand passed over my clitoris. I could hardly stand it.

The young man looked nearly possessed as his hands flew faster. His girlfriend grabbed his cock as his come splattered on the fallen leaves, and she kissed him while milking it dry. She was obviously encouraging him to satisfy her.

She sat down on the bench with her ass near the edge and spread her legs wide. I could see the pink lips of her vagina open and the wetness of the surrounding curls.

I slid my hand into my panties and quivered when my fingers made contact with my slippery clitoris. I was just as ready to come as she was. He spread her lips wide and slathered his tongue across the moist flesh. She moaned audibly, rubbing her nipples as he licked her cunt, pinching them as her head rolled back and forth. My hand started to fly over my clitoris. My legs tensed, and I knew I was going to come soon.

The man slid two fingers into his lover s cunt, and as he swirled them around inside her, she let her orgasm take over. I was right behind her, stifling my cries with my free hand. My cunt was hot and swollen. I couldn t believe I had come so hard and so fast.

When he had finished lapping up her love juice, he pulled her to her feet and backed her up against one of the uprights. She faced him, and their bodies were in profile to me.

His cock was hard again, bumping against her thigh as he guided it into her wet cunt. It glistened as he drew back, and they both started to pant when he began to pump in and out of her. He tugged one of her legs up onto his hip and grabbed her asscheeks. Her breasts were crushed up against his chest, and her head was thrown back in ecstasy.

My fingers roamed back to my own cunt as I watched them fucking in my bower. I dove my fingers into my cunt with the same speed and force he was using to fuck his girlfriend. I imagined what it would feel like to be the woman in the gazebo. He spun her around and fucked her harder and faster from behind. That gave me an even better view of his wet cock sliding in and out of her cunt.

Their legs were beginning to buckle, and he sat down on one of the benches, sliding her hot pussy up and down on his shaft, taking her nipples in his mouth and sucking them as they fucked. My own nipples hardened again as I watched him bite at her tender flesh. I rubbed my nipples with one hand as my other hand worked my clitoris to a frenzy.

She tipped back her head and groaned, her climax jolting through her whole body. His followed almost immediately, and the blatant display of lust drove me to a second high. The movement of my fingers caused me to convulse with passion, rocking the hammock. When my vision cleared, it seemed as though an hour must have passed, but he was still gripping her asscheeks and driving his come deep into her. When they were finished, they just clung to each other and seemed to wilt down onto the cushions.

I was wilted myself. Gently I caressed my throbbing cunt, shivering at each aftershock, watching the lovers kiss and cuddle as they pulled their clothes back on and ran hasty fingers through their love tousled hair. I snuggled down for a little nap, delighted with my secret hiding place and wanting to be rested if another amorous couple wandered into my well baited trap.

Ms. V.Y., New York

Focusing on Passion

Posted on August 28, 2006 by John North

Up until now, my most memorable birthday was the one I spent with my parents at Disneyland. Then I met Elizabeth. We were first introduced in graduate school, some five years ago. Elizabeth was easily the most attractive woman in our class. She stood about five feet seven inches tall and had straight ash blonde hair that grazed her shoulders, golden skin sprinkled with freckles, long legs, a firm ass and good size, upturned breasts.

Besides her stunning looks, Elizabeth is also the most sexually uninhibited woman I have ever bedded. During our lovemaking, she would often relate fantastic stories of her erotic adventures. She obviously made up some of what she told me, but I was never quite sure what was real or what was just plain fantasy. For instance, she often hinted about the escapades she had with her college roommate, Nicole. One Sunday afternoon, in the midst of a particularly passionate fuck, Elizabeth shared the story of their affair. She confessed that she had been attracted to Nicole the instant she d seen her slim, boyish body in the dorm showers. Her description alone of a Nastassja Kinski look alike caressing herself under a warm cascade of water almost made me come immediately.

Over the years, Elizabeth spiced up our lovemaking with her Nicole stories, and I occasionally suggested that we visit her old roommate. (Nicole had moved to Oregon after graduating.) Although we d spoken on the phone many times, I had yet to meet Nicole, and I was dying to watch them do the things that Elizabeth had so often described. While this suggestion never failed to excite Elizabeth, she said it could never really happen. But then again, my birthday was approaching, and she took great pleasure in surprising me with some incredible erotic adventure as part of my birthday present. One year, she shaved her pussy bare and presented herself to me as my love slave. Another time, she had one of her friends, a professional masseuse, give me a complete body massage while she masturbated me to orgasm at an agonizingly slow pace.

This year, my birthday fell on a Saturday, and on the preceding Monday, Elizabeth called me at work and asked me to join her for lunch. She arrived at my office at noon, and we decided on an open air caf not far away. It was a sunny spring day, and the streets were crowded with beautiful young women celebrating the first balmy temperatures of the year. Despite these distractions, Elizabeth managed to command most of my attention.

After lunch, she walked me back to my building and handed me an envelope.

Happy birthday, lover. I knew the only way I could surprise you was to give you your present a week early. She kissed me and headed off to her car. Let me know how you like it.

I opened the envelope as I rode the elevator up the eight floors to my office. Inside was a business card from a store called Nature Optics with the inscription Happy Viewing!

My secretary winked at me as I walked past her desk and into my office. Inside, I was greeted by the sight of a slim young woman kneeling next to a rather large telescope. She had it set up in front of the floor to ceiling windows and was making some final adjustments to the tripod.

Hi, she said as she rose and turned to face me. You must be John. I m Becky from Nature Optics, and this is your birthday present. She gestured toward the enormous, gleaming instrument. I had mentioned to Elizabeth that some of my coworkers had telescopes and that our high floor provided a great view of the ocean and, in the evening, the stars. What I didn t tell her was that my buddies used them mostly for scoping out the young beauties that flocked to the beach in the summertime, although I figured she probably guessed that already. Maybe she thought that harmless voyeurism would keep me from going after the real thing.

But now the real thing was standing less than six feet in front of me. Becky from Nature Optics was utterly heart stopping. She was about five feet five inches tall, with big dark eyes, full lips and short, straight chestnut brown hair. She was wearing no bra to conceal her girlish breasts, and I couldn t help but notice a pair of stiff nipples poking through the thick cotton of her pale green Nature Optics t shirt. She wore khaki shorts, and a tool belt hung loosely around her slim hips. On her feet were a pair of fairly serious hiking boots. Between the shorts and the boots were an awe inspiring pair of lean, strong golden brown legs.

I m supposed to read this to you, she said, pulling a piece of paper from her pocket. Dear John, I hope this present makes life at the office a little more fun! Happy birthday. Love, Elizabeth. Becky spent the next ten minutes carefully pointing out the various features of the telescope. Then she showed me what to look at.

You ve got a great view up here, she said, focusing on the windsurfers sailing back and forth about a hundred yards out. I took the opportunity to let my eyes focus on her firm ass and the golden curves of her taut calves. Another great view, I thought. She moved aside and instructed me to come closer. I could feel her warm breath on my neck as I gazed out at the water. You know, she said suddenly, your office is right across from my place. She swung the telescope around toward the condos down the strand and squinted into the eyepiece. Let s see, which one is mine?

It s not my place, really, she went on, although I wasn t paying much attention to what she was saying. Some friends are letting me stay there for the summer while they travel. Quite a deal, huh? I agreed.

She replaced the lens cover and then began to pack up her tools. At one point, she leaned over, and for a brief instant, I was treated to a glimpse down her loose t shirt and the sight of one very erect nipple capping a small, perfectly shaped breast. Lust slipped down my pants and firmly encircled my cock.

Becky wished me a happy birthday as she left, and I pretended to resume my work. I waited a minute, then closed my door and dashed over to the window. She had the telescope aimed at a garden deck on the top floor of the condominium complex where she was staying. It was a beautiful spot, with several expensive lounge chairs scattered about. I wondered if she planned to spend a lot of time sunning herself out there. It was completely private. It was not, however, hidden from the view of people in office buildings with telescopes. I panned down to the ground, and after a few minutes of searching, I finally caught sight of Becky walking away from the building. I trained the telescope on her and watched her ass roll as she walked toward her car. She got in and drove off, apparently back to Nature Optics.

I called Elizabeth and thanked her for the present. That night, she came up to my office toting a picnic basket filled with gourmet takeout and a bottle of expensive champagne. We spent hours peering out through the telescope, first at the sunset sights on the beach, then at the evening sky. Elizabeth was especially passionate that night and insisted upon giving me a long, luxurious blowjob right at my desk. She let me fill her mouth with my copious output of come while she knelt before me and brought herself off with her fingers.

Tuesday passed without incident. Wednesday was my usual night to work late, and when the phone rang at seven p.m., I thought it was Elizabeth calling to ask how late I d be.

Hello, John, said a vaguely familiar and utterly captivating voice. I had no idea who it was, and she coyly refused to say.

I m sure you d remember if you saw me, she said, and I finally made the connection. My heart pounded, and I stumbled to the window. I moved the telescope in the direction of the condominiums and peered into the eyepiece. There was Becky, seated on one of the lounges on the roof with a portable phone pressed to her lovely face, her nipples poking provocatively through the sheer ice blue fabric of the silk pajama shirt she wore. I panned down and saw that she was wearing matching boxers. This was going to be interesting.

We talked for a while before she confessed that she had been instantly attracted to me. I reminded her that I was married and told her I could never cheat on my wife.

That s okay, John, she said, almost pleased. I don t exactly want to have an affair with you, I just want to fantasize about it. She smiled. And I want to make you come. She began unbuttoning her blouse and then slowly pulled it open, uncovering her breasts. Although petite, her breasts were absolutely flawless in shape, capped by dark, erect nipples. She looked down at them, obviously proud of her body, and began to caress herself. Can you see what I m doing?

Becky knew that my eyes were glued to the telescope, and she began to pull on her nipples. After a few moments, she slid her hand across her belly and down to her pussy. I followed her movements, adjusting the telescope. She parted her legs slightly and began rubbing her cunt through the thin fabric of her shorts. Look, she cooed, you made me all slippery between my legs. I felt my cock strain against the zipper of my pants.

I want you to touch yourself, John, she said urgently, her breath coming heavy over the phone. I want you to come while you watch me do myself. Please take out that beautiful dick of yours and play with it for me. I want to hear you come.

I walked to the door and bolted it. Then I returned to the window and unzipped my fly.

Oh, John, you re making me all sticky. You re taking that big cock of yours out now, aren t you, baby? Is it hard yet?

I m beyond hard, I said, not exaggerating. She closed her eyes and lay back, allowing me time to linger on her beauty.

I longed to see more and asked her to take off her shorts. She stood up, clearly pleased that I had decided to play along with her game. Turning around slowly, she pulled her silk boxers across her smooth, taut ass, revealing the delicious dark cleft where her legs met. She paused for a moment, then sat back on the lounge and spread her legs wide, showing me the glistening wet lips of her cunt.

I wish you could be here, John, she said, running her fingers between her moist lips. I would love to feel that big, hard cock of yours sliding into me right now. She thrust her hips upward and sank two fingers inside her pussy, telling me that she wished it were my thick cock plunging into her instead.

After you d fucked me for a while, I d take you in my mouth. I d taste my juices on your beautiful cock. As she told me this, she slowly extracted her fingers, which were glazed with her own secretions, from her cunt and brought them to her mouth.

Come in my mouth, baby. she said as she licked and sucked on her fingers. Please come all over me. Her words, coupled with the image of her lapping away at her slick fingers, proved too much for me, and in an explosion of passion, I unleashed my load of come past the tripod and onto the carpet. She heard my moans and continued to work on her slippery pussy. A few moments later, mewling loudly, Becky s body shook with a powerful orgasm. Then she blew me a kiss, hung up the phone and ducked inside the condo. I went home, thoroughly exhausted.

Nothing happened Thursday. Although I looked every half hour or so, Becky never appeared on her patio. Then, first thing Friday morning, my secretary brought me a message. The client that I had seen Wednesday evening wanted to discuss a few more items with me and would call back later that day.

All morning, I greeted each ring of my phone with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Then at lunchtime, Becky called and told me to be ready in five minutes. I closed my door and told me secretary that I wasn t to be disturbed for any reason. I pulled the phone across my desk and just stood there, staring through the telescope at the empty chair on her patio. I prayed that a real client wouldn t call or that a colleague wouldn t drop by unannounced. My cock was hard when the phone rang.

I m not on the patio, she said, teasing. Look around. I panned the telescope around awkwardly until I noticed sheer curtains blowing through the wide open sliding door that led into her bedroom. Sunshine from a skylight illuminated the interior of the room. I refocused and was pleasantly greeted by the sight of her lying on her belly on a huge bed. She was apparently naked, although her magnificent body was obscured by a tangle of sheets. She began to explain that she had a special treat for me.

Take out that beautiful cock of yours, John, and I ll show you exactly what I want to do with it. I unzipped my trousers and pulled my stiff cock out of my shorts. I told her I was ready. Smiling, she slowly pulled the sheets away to reveal her own body as well as that of a lucky friend who had a very hard cock and was lying beneath her. Becky s supple ass was already moving up and down rhythmically, and I surmised that her lover had his tongue buried in her pussy and was awaiting a reciprocal gesture on her part.

She did not disappoint him. She dropped the phone and began bathing his cock with her tongue until it was covered with saliva. She then started kissing the tip of his cock as if she were kissing his mouth, letting her full lips rest against him and softly moving her pliant tongue around the head. Finally, after teasing him a few moments more, Becky wrapped her lips around his engorged cockhead and slowly began sucking it until she had swallowed his full length. She glanced in my direction, smiling, and, apparently inspired by the utterly engrossed audience I provided, proceeded to put on an incredible display of cocksucking. She continued until she had brought him to the very brink of orgasm, then suddenly stopped and removed his cock from her mouth. A tiny stream of pre come oozed from the tip, and she lapped it up and then licked her dripping fingers like a hungry kitten. She then picked up the phone.

Are you enjoying this, John? she asked, but then put the phone down before I could answer. My own cock was as hard as her lover s appeared to be. Becky began to move her hand slowly up and down his shaft, stroking him gently, until I could hear him moaning loudly. She lovingly fastened her lips around the head of his cock and held him in her mouth as he jerked rhythmically in orgasm. After his last spasm, she opened her mouth and let his full load drip across her pouting lower lip and down onto his still throbbing cock. She then took him loosely back in her mouth, closed her eyes and let herself come. All through her orgasm, she kept his cock in her mouth, obviously luxuriating in the taste and texture of his juices smeared across her face and mouth. As I watched her lithe ass move up and down over his open mouth, I joined her in orgasm, erupting all over my desk and splattering the file of an unfortunate client. Becky picked up the phone and said goodbye, her lover s come still glistening on her lips.

I sat on the floor, overwhelmed. It wasn t your average telephone conference.

Spectacular as the night in my office with Elizabeth had been, I doubted that it was the extent of her birthday surprise, and I anxiously looked forward to Saturday night. Elizabeth swore she had nothing special planned, but I suspected something was up. Then on Saturday afternoon, she told me that she was taking me out to eat at our favorite restaurant.

Elizabeth confessed that she was particularly hungry for me that night and teased me mercilessly throughout our meal. When we got home, she told me to get comfortable and that she d join me in a minute. I uncorked a bottle of wine and was getting a little impatient for her arrival when I heard her bare footsteps on the stairs leading up to our bedroom.

Where are you, baby? she said. I want you so bad. I looked up as she came into the room. She had put on one of my old Oxfords, and a pair of the tiniest emerald green panties graced her trim bottom. She pushed me into the big chair beside the bed and sat in my lap. The scent of her perfumed hair filled my head, and I unbuttoned her shirt and slid my hands across her taut belly until I touched her heavy breasts with my hands. She leaned back against me, inviting me to kiss the back of her neck and her earlobes. I could feel the moist heat of her sticky cunt even through my pants. She stroked her naked thighs, then pushed her panties aside and began playing with her pussy.

Then the doorbell rang.

Elizabeth jumped up, pulled on her robe and bounded down the stairs. When she returned, she paused at the entrance to the room and smiled shyly.

John, I believe you ve met Becky from Nature Optics, she said slyly. Elizabeth stepped aside and Becky walked into the room. Becky called me and told me what a naughty boy you ve been with your new telescope. Did you really spy on her and beat off?

Becky laughed. I don t understand why you need to spy on me, she said, staring longingly at Elizabeth, when you have such a gorgeous wife. You should be looking at her. She s absolutely beautiful. Elizabeth s robe had fallen open, and Becky lustfully eyed my wife s breasts. Then, suddenly, it all fell into place. This woman was not really named Becky at all Elizabeth had finally introduced me to Nicole!

Nicole smiled at me and approached Elizabeth. She caressed my wife s face and slowly slid her hand inside Elizabeth s robe. Elizabeth closed her eyes as Nicole s hands drifted across her naked breasts. I just sat there, my cock stiffening. Elizabeth then took Nicole s face in her hands and drew her close. They kissed softly at first, barely brushing their lips against each other s. Soon, however, their kisses became more fierce.

They paused and Elizabeth turned to me. She kissed me and explained that Nicole had called last month to say she would be in town for the summer. Together, they had hatched this plan to give me the best birthday surprise ever.

And it wasn t over yet. Elizabeth pulled me onto the bed, and we watched Nicole strip off her shorts. She then sat down cross legged in the chair, dressed in only her bra and panties.

Now, it s my turn to watch, Nicole said, her hand lazily stroking the lips of her pussy through the silky fabric of her panties.

I told her we d do anything she wants, Elizabeth said. You don t mind, do you? I certainly didn t.

Take off your undies, Elizabeth, Nicole suggested, and show me how wet you are. Elizabeth kicked off her panties and spread her legs wide apart. I pulled open her robe to reveal her sublime breasts. A fine glaze of sweat covered her body, and her nipples were hard and hot, begging to be sucked. Nicole noticed. Oh, Elizabeth, baby, I want to see him wrap his lips around your big, stiff nipples. Obediently, I began licking my wife s breasts and drew one of her nipples into my mouth. She threw her head back and pulled apart the lips of her pussy, exposing her sweet, pink wetness. Nicole moaned and rubbed at the soaking crotch of her panties.

You should get naked, too, Elizabeth said, still stroking herself. Nicole complied, enthusiastically removing her underwear. Her body was even more impressive close up. Elizabeth looked on as her friend spread her legs wide apart and played with herself.

Elizabeth, Nicole said, her voice impatient with passion, I want to watch John fuck that dear little pussy of yours. Bend over so he can do you from behind.

Elizabeth knelt on the bed and lowered her shoulders to the mattress. I got behind her and grazed the tip of my stiff prick up and down my wife s sticky, wet pussy.

Fuck her, John. Fuck that little cunt. Make her come all over that big prick of yours. I pushed into Elizabeth, and after a few minutes of pounding her juicy cunt, I made her do just that.

Nicole was still stroking her pussy, and Elizabeth knew that her friend desperately needed to come. Tell us, my nasty baby, Elizabeth said, what can we do to you to make your cunt drip? Nicole thought for a moment, her fingers still working slowly in and out of her pussy.

I want to see you suck him off, Elizabeth. I want to see John come in your mouth. My wife smiled. I stood up next to Nicole s chair, and Elizabeth dropped to her knees beside me.

From time to time, as she pleasured me with her mouth, Elizabeth glanced over at her girlfriend finger fucking her own wet cunt. After a few minutes, Nicole began breathing faster and moaning in frustration, urgently wanting to get off. Oh, Elizabeth, my naughty little puss, she said. I want to see John come all over your pretty face. She was almost delirious with passion.

I nearly blacked out from pleasure as my come splattered across my beautiful wife s tongue and lips. I opened my eyes to see the rest of my silky white fountain spurt across her breasts and splash onto her belly. I looked over in time to see Nicole repeatedly convulsing in orgasm.

Although we saw Nicole many times that summer, we never repeated our threesome. More than once, however, Elizabeth called me at the office from Nicole s condo and let me watch as they cavorted in the bedroom, teasing me with their love play until I erupted. Nicole plans to leave at the end of summer, but Elizabeth is already talking about visiting her in Oregon next year around the time of my birthday. I told her that I m looking forward to Nicole s birthday presence.

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