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AN UNEXPECTED GLIMPSE OF FASCINATING WILDLIFE TURNS A PUSSYCAT INTO A ROARING LION

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It took a lot of convincing by my wife, Sara, to get me to go camping in the great outdoors. I m a city person. If I can t get a slice of pizza, the newspaper and a cup of coffee within a one block radius, that s what I call roughing it. But after the sights I ve seen, I ve changed my mind.

Sara unpacked all the equipment at our site, and I thought the prospects didn t look good: waking up with a stiff back in the middle of a state park, swatting mosquitoes, forcing down dehydrated food, all in the company of other self abusive people.

That night, after a day of breathing clean air and coughing city smog from my lungs while trying to keep up with Sara who took the rugged trails in stride, even in the hot sun I rested my aching body.

Sara shared some of her wilderness savvy with me, and said the full moon was out and that the animals would be active tonight. I was concerned, and suggested that we cut our stay short and leave for home, rent a nature video and watch the wildlife from the comfort of our fifteenth floor apartment.

Finally, glowing propane lanterns dimmed and hushed voices could be heard across the campsite as Sara and I turned in. We crawled into our two man tent, with Sara quick to get into the sleeping bag.

Keep the flaps open, Eric, she said. Maybe a cool breeze will come through. It s muggy in here.

Something puzzled me. I wondered how we could have sex in the tiny tent. The close quarters and awkward maneuvering on all fours made me feel like I was inside a huge plastic trash bag. I fumbled with the double bag and climbed in with Sara, hoping that the tent would not collapse on us.

During the night, we heard sounds from outside our bright nylon shelter. I was stripped down to my white briefs and Sara was in her panties. Eventually, we lay on top of the sleeping bag, trying to keep cool. The night was still, and heat hung in the air like a moist, hot blanket.

Go out and see what the noise is, Sara said, mumbling something about keeping raccoons from rummaging in our coolers. She handed me the flashlight, the metal type that holds four D cells. It was long and heavy. Use this to protect yourself, she added, rolling on her side and closing her eyes.

I made my way into the darkness. The moon was out, and my eyes adjusted to the dim light. With the flashlight pointed to the ground at my feet, I walked over to the picnic table and our supplies. I heard a sound and stopped in my tracks. I could have sworn that a wolf was watching me. I imagined its blazing yellow eyes, just beyond the line of trees. The hell with the hot dogs and freeze dried food, I thought I m going back to the tent.

I heard the noise again groans and muffled shrieks. I panicked and started to run in the direction of the tent, only to trip and land facedown in the dirt, the flashlight flying out of my hand. As I looked up, I saw a tent and crawled toward it like a frenzied bug.

I could see shadows on the walls of the tent. The moans were louder, and I scrambled nearer. I had to save myself, I thought. Then I saw the two figures. The moonlight illuminated the scene.

Through the transparent netting, I saw a man and a woman making love. I watched, lying on my belly with my head propped up on my elbows. This was where the groaning was coming from.

The woman was nude, on her back with her legs spread. I could see the pink lips of her sex from under her dark pubic hair. The man was naked, too. The muscles in his body flexed as he crouched over her chest. He had one of her breasts in his mouth. They were large and looked like thick, fluffy pancakes from my angle.

She arched her back and clutched his hair as he sucked on her breasts, pulling at her nipples with his teeth. A string of saliva trailed from his mouth to her breast and glistened in the moonlight.

His cock was stiff and stuck out perpendicularly from his body. The woman smiled with delight as he straddled her. As she took his thick erection in her mouth, I felt my own cock start to stiffen.

As the man s mouth found the moist, sacred place between the woman s legs, my view of her sex vanished behind his head. I could see his long hair fall onto her thighs. Their skin looked grayish blue from the moonlight filtering through the tent fabric.

They sucked and licked each other and, after a short time, the man quickly got up on his knees. The woman held her thighs open with her hands. The urgency of her need was written on her face as the man pushed his cock into her. I saw her wince, and I heard an almost inaudible gasp. The man s ass muscles flexed as he pumped his cock into the woman s cunt. She raised her hips off the sleeping bag. Their bodies tensed, every muscle taut. And then the tautness slacked, and they fell into a limp heap.

The woman crawled over the man like a cat and began licking his cock clean, and soon he was erect again. She took a position on top of him, with her head pushing at the ceiling of the tent, denting it from the inside out. The tent started to shake as if a fight was going on inside. Not much later the woman screamed like one of the creatures in the darkened forest, and then the shaking stopped. She fell on top of the man, too exhausted to move.

My cock was hard and, as it slipped past the waistband of my underwear, I saw the tip leaking pre come in the moonlight. I just had to find my way back to Sara what I had just witnessed made me want her something fierce.

I found the flashlight and got my bearings. When I returned to our tent, Sara was asleep on top of the sleeping bag, her knees tucked under her chin. I kissed her ass through the smooth fabric of her underwear and smelled her tangy scent as I freed my aching cock from my briefs. I stroked myself and ran my tongue up her back until she awoke.

What s gotten into you, Eric? Sara asked, glimpsing my stiff cock in my hand. Has the woods brought out the animal in you? We made love that night the same way I had seen the other couple do it.

Not surprisingly, my attitude toward the forest and camping has changed. I don t think I ll be watching for any speckle breasted warblers mating, though. I m much more interested in observing human wildlife.

Mr. Edward I., Binghamton, New York

Delicate Confections

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Okay, I admit it. I used to be one of those women who always wore sensible cotton undies you know the type. Then I met Harry.

He’s wonderful. Besides being a thoroughly adorable human being, Harry is also deliciously inventive when it comes to our love life.

It was our third or fourth night together when Harry produced a fancy wrapped package. It wasn’t my birthday or anything, so naturally I was taken by surprise. Harry would only say, Go ahead, open it. And I did, ripping away the silver moir paper and tissue packing.

Inside I found flimsy articles of lingerie, some lace, some satin. How pretty they are, I thought, but where and how are they meant to be worn?

I got you three different outfits, baby, Harry said, eagerly. I couldn’t decide which was the prettiest, so I just bought them all.

When I held a pair of French cut lace panties up to my body, it sure had a startling effect on Harry. The front of his trousers bulged, and I reached out to find his beautiful cock growing big and hard.

Will you help me put them on? I asked, softly. Nothing I could have said would have pleased Harry more.

As we went into the bedroom, I told him to pick the outfit he liked the best. Without hesitation, he chose a wisp of red lace scattered with black ribbons. As I undressed, I thought it was interesting that he was choosing to remain fully clothed himself.

When I stood before him nude, he pulled me close and sucked on my nipples, bringing each one to little strawberry points. This way they’ll show better through the lace, he said. Then he reached between my thighs to give my clitoris a little rub for good measure.

When he had me helplessly moaning, he stopped and picked up the little red and black thing that looked like it was in the teddy family, only skimpier: cut narrow between the legs, with a crisscross ribbon tie up in front and angel hair straps.

I had expected to feel ridiculous in it, but I was deliciously surprised. The way the lace was cut made my waist look even smaller than it is, and my breasts even bigger. And while the lace and satin were as soft as could be to the fingers, having it against my body incited a pleasant friction at my engorged clitoris and nipples. This gave me a nice little buzz as I walked across the room to get a pair of high heels out of the closet.

I had worn this particular pair of high strappy shoes to a couple of parties with Harry and remembered how sexy he had found them. They seemed made for this outfit. Carefully teetering over to my dressing table and discarding the simple gold clips I usually wore, I put on a gorgeous pair of rhinestone waterfall earrings that sparkled brilliantly whenever I moved my head. Using my fingers as a comb, I shook my hair out to a luxurious tousle, then turned to face Harry.

Never had I seen my man so excited! He sat on the edge of the bed, both hands rubbing the distended front of his trousers, while he watched me slink across the room toward him. From the beginning, Harry and I had been very comfortable about being nude in front of each other, accepting it as a part of our wonderful, loving relationship. Now, standing in front of him in that delicate confection of lace and satin ribbon, I somehow felt more exposed than ever.

On impulse, I added a finishing touch to the outfit black gloves that came up past the elbow. I slipped them on slowly, making a great show of smoothing down each finger. Harry was almost beside himself with excitement in fact, we were both so aroused that I thought we had better proceed before we came together on the spot!

I undressed him, rubbing each newly exposed inch of his skin with my gloved hands, hoping to create for him the same stimulating friction my little outfit was giving me. The only part of him I delayed touching for the moment was his erect and straining cock.

Harry lay back on the bed, groaning pleasurably as I ran my palms across the pebbly buds of his nipples. He loves for me to do this. His hips worked, thrusting his throbbing cock upward in search of satisfaction. Finally, I straddled Harry, being careful not to touch him.

You want me? I teased, feeling a little outrageous.

Oh, you he said, hoarsely. You are the sexiest woman . . .

Spreading my legs wider apart, I pushed the crotch material to the side of my soaking pussy and, fully dressed as it were, slowly lowered myself onto Harry’s enormous cock. I groaned with pleasure as his swollen manhood squeezed through and then sank deep into my wet and hungry crevice. Harry is certainly well endowed, but that night he felt bigger than ever. Then, when I released the narrow band of lace trimmed satin so it rubbed against the side of his cock, he thrust wildly inside me and seemed to get even bigger still.

Harry was like an animal! Again and again, he slammed up into me, spewing like a geyser when he came. Although he gasped for air and shuddered for a moment, he didn’t slow down after his orgasm. Instead, he rolled us over and began to pound into me again. Harry is the only man I’ve ever known who can make the simple missionary position the most exciting way to make love! Wrapping my legs tightly around him, I came over and over, sighing my pleasure continually, until at last, Harry came again and collapsed on top of me in a heap.

We didn’t get to see the other two outfits on me that night neither one of us had the strength for what would undoubtedly follow. However, I did try on another outfit the next night, and impossible though it seemed, our lovemaking just got better.

The second outfit was of virginal white. It consisted of a lacy chemise and delicate panties, which tied at the sides with white satin ribbons. To top it off, Harry had bought me a pair of high heeled white satin slippers with marabou over the toes.

That second night, I was wearing the outfit when Harry rang the doorbell and I knew what to expect. I had pinched and pulled at my nipples which I like to do anyway so they would be dark and hungry looking through the thin veiling of white lace. The expression on my Harry’s face when he saw me was priceless! We made wild, passionate love for most of the night.

The next morning, Harry had to go to New York on a business trip. Just as a small reminder of what he was leaving behind, I secretly tucked my little white panties into his overcoat pocket. All day long at work, I could scarcely concentrate, thinking about the possibility of Harry pulling that not so innocent piece of lace out of his pocket at the wrong time!

As he always does when he’s out of town, Harry called me that night. He found the panties shortly after leaving the house and had carried them with him all day long. He even said that he looked at them occasionally, remembering the wild time we had.

Harry came home two days later, and I was ready for him. In fact, I was so hot and bothered, I had almost flown to New York to join him. But I planned on something else.

Harry was coming in on the ten o’clock shuttle. That morning, I called his secretary and had her pencil me in for lunch with him. Then I dressed very carefully.

It was time to break out the third outfit, and I decided I liked it best. Made of black satin, it consisted of a bra and a pair of amazing stockings. The bra cups were cut a bit smaller than what I am used to, but once I had it hooked in back I found out why. In the center of each cup was a little hole for my nipples to stick out, and the snugness of the cups made them pooch through proudly.

But that was only half of it! The inner edge of each hole was lined with ruffled lace, to keep my nipples stiff and hungry.

The sheer, black nylon stockings came almost to the top of my thighs and included built in garter supports in front and back, coming up to a sparkling band around my waist. Otherwise, I was naked from the tops of my thighs to the band around my waist. That’s right no panties. I was feeling incredibly erotic.

Over this, I wore a red button down swing dress. It was perfect for what I had in mind.

Harry’s office is glass walled, which translates into no privacy. For that reason, we were rather circumspect in our greeting, but I could see the lust in Harry’s eyes as his lips brushed my cheek. I had deliberately arrived a little early, so he wasn’t quite ready to leave. While he finished up, I sat down in a large cushiony chair, facing him, with my back to the main office.

At first, Harry didn’t notice me slowly unbuttoning my dress. He didn’t notice anything until I softly whispered his name. And when he looked up, I carefully pulled open dress to offer him a sneak peek. Then, nonchalantly, I pulled my dress back together and buttoned it.

Harry froze, his mouth open mid word at the sight of my almost completely naked body. I had opened my legs so he could see my pouting pussy lips, reddened with arousal.

Jeanne . . . he breathed, dropping the pencil he had been holding.

If I had acted on my own desires, I would have wasted no time flinging him down on the carpet and fucking him until neither of us could move. However, I had to be more inventive. Glancing at my watch, I feigned surprise. Oh, Harry, I’m sorry. I forgot I’ve got to be at a meeting. See you at my place after work?

And I strolled out of his office, knowing my lusty man was probably in such a state, he wouldn’t dare stand up even if he could!

Later on, Harry beat me to my place. Jeanne, what do you mean by pulling a stunt like that? he fumed. I haven’t been able to work all day thinking of you like . . .

You mean like this? I interrupted, undoing my dress and holding it wide open. Wordlessly, Harry stared, his breath coming in little hiccup like gasps.

Let’s go inside, he said hoarsely, pushing me ahead of him.

The door was scarcely closed behind us before he was tearing at his clothes. His beautiful cock was swollen in front of him. It took all my willpower not to jump him right then. I sat back on the couch and spread my legs, exposing my pink pussy.

I’m all wet. Why don’t you lick me dry?

I didn’t have to ask twice! Instantly, Harry was on his knees between my spread legs, his head buried in my pussy, his tongue slurping up my nectar. Harry loves to go down on me almost as much as I love him to do it, but this time it was so much more intense. I writhed as Harry’s frantic motions between my legs lifted me from orgasm to orgasm.

Finally, Harry carried me into the bedroom and threw off the rest of his clothes. I tell you, my Harry is nothing if not adventuresome! Just as I thought he was going to peel off my new bra, he slurped up my breasts, satin, lace, nipples and all. The whole day long, the semi stiff lace had kept my nipples stimulated now they were screaming for release. Satisfaction came from Harry’s mouth as he switched from one nipple to the other, until I actually came just from the feeling. The way Harry kneaded the strawberry firmness of my nipples and the lace together was indescribable.

Oh, please, now, I whispered, wiggling myself under him and almost twitching in my need.

Harry responded immediately, shoving his gloriously swollen cock balls deep into my drenched pussy. It was too good to end every time Harry felt himself start to come, he would pull out, take a couple of deep breaths, and we would change positions. I don’t think there was one we missed! He took me from the side again practically upside down with my legs spread high above his shoulders, drilling into me like a construction worker drilling into concrete then with me on top riding him like a pagan Valkyrie. I came more times than I could count.

Finally, when Harry knew that he was going to come and nothing could stop it, he pulled out and flipped me onto my hands and knees and mounted me doggy style. As he slammed in and out of me, the weight of his semen laden balls slapped heavily against the backs of my legs. Leaning on my arched back, he reached under to massage my breasts, his fingers pulling at my nipples. We came in a single, explosive climax that sent us sprawling across the bed in a satiated tangle.

Since then, Harry has bought me many more frilly things, and I’ve bought a great many for myself. Hardly ever do I put on the boring undies I was used to wearing. I’m a lingerie convert.

I’ve even gone one step further and gotten Harry a couple of sexy things. He now has a respectable collection of briefs and jockstraps in every material from silk to fur, as well as a couple of marvelous robes that neither of us would have before considered.

Our love life doesn’t exactly center around erotic lingerie, but Harry and I believe that it certainly adds delightfully to the basic magic between us.

Tonight I’m going to surprise him with a new outfit in metallic silver that fits my body like a second skin. I know Harry is going to love it!

HOT NEW THRILLS FOR SUBMISSIVE WIFE BOUND TO A CHAIR

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My husband, Wes, and I have been into bondage since we started dating five years ago, and we’re always on the lookout for new ideas we can try out on each other.

Last Friday night it was my turn to be the submissive one, so at exactly eight o’clock I reported to my husband for inspection dressed as usual: thick black leather collar, matching wrist and ankle bands strapped snugly in place and a thin black leather belt around my waist. I knelt before him, hands clasped behind my back, as he encircled me slowly, checking to see that my clothing was fastened properly. He nodded his approval.

Julie, he said, bending over and gently teasing my already hardened nipples, you look absolutely perfect. In fact, now I can’t decide what I want first, you or this x rated video I just rented. There was a gleam in his eyes told me that he had something new in mind, and I flushed with anticipation. So, he continued, I guess I’ll just have to enjoy both at the same time.

Wes helped me to my feet and led me to the living room, but instead of opening up the sofa bed and tying me to that, he led me over to the rattan peacock chair we had just bought. Funny, up until that moment I had not given much thought to how perfectly the sturdy frame and large round seat would fit into one of our bondage sessions.

Get in, my husband said. He produced the soft cords we usually use to tie each other spread eagled to our solid oak bed, and in no time at all my arms were crossed and bound to the top rim of the chair. Then he spread my legs, quickly tying them just below the knees and at the ankles to the bottom frame. I was comfortably nestled in the huge round cushion, my breasts, pussy and ass and exposed and waiting for his touch.

Wes knelt down and gently and teasingly began to lick my soaking cunt. He nibbled on my hard little clitoris for just a bit, then stopped. I moaned, but there was really nothing I could do about it. He reached under the chair and pulled out an anal plug with straps attached and a jar of lubricant. He greased up the plug and slowly slid it into my exposed asshole. Just warming you up for later, he said. I wriggled slightly, trying in vain to ease the pressure of it while my husband anchored it in my ass by tying the straps to the leather belt around my waist. Now I couldn’t get rid of it even if I wanted to, and I really didn’t.

Wes watched me writhe and test my bonds. When they didn’t give, I stopped and he said, You’re as much fun to watch as the flick. Then he turned the chair around so we could both see the television screen and started the tape.

That movie was the longest, most frustrating one I had ever seen, and it was because Wes was mimicking the action on the screen and I couldn’t do anything about it. When anyone ate a woman’s pussy in the film, Wes ate mine without ever letting me come! When an actress sucked a man’s cock, he would fuck my face and make me suck his balls, naturally without the assistance of my hands. Whenever the action showed a man fucking a woman, Wes would sit back and slowly masturbate he wouldn’t touch me at all, even though I was positively aching for the feel of his cock in my pussy.

Finally, the movie was over, and I was a quivering mass of bound desire. My husband finally took pity on me and once again sucked and nibbled my swollen clitoris. It wasn’t long before I began to feel the waves of orgasm start deep in my belly, and as I screamed with pleasure and stained at my bonds, he licked me to an earth shattering climax.

I wasn’t allowed to relax for very long because Wes quickly untied me and led me to the bedroom. He tied me facedown to the four corners of the bed, slid a couple of pillows under me to elevate my ass and removed the anal plug. He knelt on the bed behind me, and as he slid his cock into my waiting pussy, I moaned with gratitude. I was still pretty charged up after all that teasing and thrust back to meet each plunge of his cock. His fingers were fucking my ass with the same rhythm, and soon I was crying with joy and bucking as wildly as my bonds would permit as I exploded with my second orgasm of the night.

Wes pulled his cock out of my pussy, and I whimpered with disappointment, until he began smearing more lubricant all over my asshole and his cock. Slowly, he filled my ass with his cock, inch my inch, until I had it all. Then, patiently, he began to fuck my bottom, clutching my asscheeks in his hands as he pounded my rear hole. He came very quickly, shouting my name and entering me with a final thrust, his pulsing cock filling me with hot, juicy come. I thought he would never stop coming.

As soon as Wes could move again, he untied me and we snuggled close. How would you feel, I whispered, if I tied you to the chair next week?

His grin was all the answer I needed.

Ms. J.Y., Indiana

OF FEATHERS AND SCARVES AND BRAND NEW EROTIC DELIGHTS

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My wife, Suzanne, is a constant source of amazement to me. At the first sign that our lovemaking is getting even the least bit dull, she inevitably comes up with some wild and sexy plan for raising it to new levels of excitement. The only obstacle she ever has to overcome is me. But once she’s got me to go along with her, I become as enthusiastic as she is. That certainly was the way it worked out with her latest surprise.

Not knowing what to expect, but certain it would be something delightful, I followed her up to the master bedroom, my heart beating fast. Once there, her hands were all over me. I helped her as she pulled and tugged at my clothing. We embraced and kissed. Finally, I got on the cool sheets of our antique four poster.

Spread your legs, Suzanne commanded. When I obeyed, she brushed her fingers along the inside of my thighs, edging closer and closer to my cock. I took a deep breath.

Suddenly I felt her hands on my left ankle. She wrapped the belt from her silk robe around it several times, then drew it tight and knotted it to the bedpost. My right ankle was secured to the other post by another belt. I watched with fascination as she took two long silk scarves and tied them around each of my wrists, then stretched my arms wide and high, tightening the scarves to the top of the bed’s corner posts. My erect cock stood straight up like a fifth post!

As I lay there naked, tied spread eagled on the bed, Suzanne put on a big brimmed cowboy hat. Out of the hatband stuck a trio of long, brightly colored ostrich feathers.

What are the feathers for? I asked.

It’s the latest kick, Suzanne said. She took one of the feathers out of her hatband, then tickled the inside of my ear with it. Unprepared for the strange feeling that raced through me, I flinched. Suzanne stood over me and dragged the ostrich feather lightly across my chest. The tip of the feather slowly made its way across my chest, over and over again, occasionally stopping to draw soft circles around my nipples. My flesh tingled.

Suzanne used the ostrich feather to explore every inch of my body. She started at my neck, then moved to my shoulders, underarms, sides, stomach, the insides of my thighs, my ankles and the soles of my feet. She angled the feather between my legs and ran it up and down my thighs. When it touched my erect cock, my ass rose up off the bed. Suzanne kept tickling, and I started laughing like a lunatic.

Suzanne stretched out her arms and tickled under my balls with the feather. My cock jerked. She stroked it with the fluff of the feather. She twirled the feather under my balls, up and down the length of my cock. I quivered with excitement, not sure what would follow and if I was ready for whatever was next. She wrapped her long fingers around my balls, squeezed lightly, pulled up on them, and then squeezed again.

Her eyes grew wide as she bent over and took me in her warm mouth. The feeling of her soft, ruby lips gliding over the engorged head of my cock was marvelous. As her head bobbed up and down, more and more of my cock eased into her mouth. Again, she grasped my balls, tightly. The pleasure intensified.

Suzanne smiled at me and asked me if I liked that. Then she crawled up on the bed, hovering over my hard on. Down she came, plunging her hot pussy over my cock. She rode me for a while and then abruptly got off me. Grinning, she grasped my cock in one hand and began jerking me off. It could not have taken more than three or four strokes before I came like gangbusters.

Suzanne left me tied up, and I finally dozed off despite my attempts to remain awake. When I awoke about an hour later, I discovered that I had been released from my bonds. I walked into the living room and found Suzanne sitting on the sofa watching television. I kissed her and thanked her for a great time. Then I reminded her that turnabout is fair play.

One evening after work, I suggested Suzanne take a bubble bath and relax. As she stepped from the bathtub, I greeted her with the silk robe I had bought for her. She kissed my neck and ears, and then she explored my mouth with her tongue. She slipped out of the robe and eased back onto the bed, and we resumed kissing and caressing each other.

As I began to tie her arms over her head, I glanced at her smooth armpits and wondered how ticklish they were. When I finished tying her to the bedposts with some scarves, I went to get the feathers, leaving Suzanne to giggle in anticipation of their touch. I did not want to make her laugh at first, preferring to gently turn her on by teasing her nipples. As I stroked the feather back and forth, back and forth, Suzanne squirmed and sighed.

Slowly, I brought the feather away from her nipples and let it swirl around her armpit. She struggled not to laugh, but as the feather danced from one armpit to the other, she started to giggling uncontrollably. I let her rest for a moment before drawing the feather down across her breasts to her belly button. At that point, I dropped the feather and began to gently tickle her stomach and ribs with my fingertips.

Watching her squirm excited me. I let the feather flow between her toes. She squealed with delight as it passed around and between each toe. Then I caressed the soles of her feet. She could do nothing more than writhe and laugh as I tickled her bound body.

The sound of her laughter and the sight of her nakedness were too much for me. When I ran my fingers along her pussy, she was so turned on that I did not even need to part her inner lips to feel her wetness. I took some of her juice on my fingers and let her taste them. I slipped my fingers inside her again. When I stroked the walls of her pussy, she came almost at once.

But I was not done with her. I continued to caress her. I told Suzanne that she was so aroused, the whole room was filled with the aroma of her. She moaned and came again, straining against her bonds. Her orgasm was so strong, I had difficulty keeping my fingers inside her. By now, we were both exhausted, and I had just enough strength to untie her.

The following Saturday, returning from a week long business trip, Suzanne was weary but eager, I suspected, for some fun and games. I told her to get some rest while I made dinner. I gathered a few special things in the bedroom: a silk robe, scarves, a blindfold and, of course, the ostrich feathers.

After dinner, we danced, cheek to cheek. The wine we had with dinner made Suzanne playful, and most of our conversation revolved around how horny we were. It was not long before we were groping each other, Suzanne pulling her blouse open and pressing her bare breasts against me. She whispered in my ear how much she wanted me to tie her up and make love to her with our feathers.

Off came her blazer and then her silk blouse. She unfastened her skirt and let it slip down to her feet. Suzanne wore peach colored panties to match her bra, and the mound between her legs showed darkly through the thin material. I could see she was wet. I held my breath as her panties fell to the floor. Quickly, I shed my clothes.

After several minutes of dancing in the nude, we went to the bedroom. Suzanne lay on her stomach on the bed and closed her eyes. From my special collection of goodies, I brought out the blindfold and put it on her. She smiled, amused. With the soft scarves, I tied each wrist and ankle to a corner of the bed. A pillow under her hips raised her ass in the air.

I gave Suzanne an erotic massage, using only the ostrich feathers. I started at the top of her shoulders and slowly worked my way down to the small of her back. After lingering at this sensitive spot, I moved between her legs. Her breathing became rapid, her whole body shook and she cried out with pleasure. As she came down from her orgasm, I continued to tickle her with the feathers. After I untied her and removed her blindfold, I kissed her passionately. Still exhausted from the intensity of her orgasm, Suzanne asked, Did you come? When I told her that I had not, she demanded that I screw her. After a week of abstinence, it didn’t take long before I felt the beginnings of an orgasm. We rocked together until I came deep inside her.

Ostrich feathers and bondage what a delightful combination!

Mr. K.B., Minnesota

O, HAPPY DAY! MY WIFE HAS STARTED TAKING FULL CONTROL OF MY SPECIAL NEEDS

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I’d like to share with you what was not only the happiest day of my life but a major turning point in my sex life. Being a true submissive and married to a woman who is less than a hundred percent into it, my sessions were not as frequent or as intense as I would have liked. Thank God Elaine indulges me with enough bondage, nipple torture and forced pussy eating (until my tongue is raw) to keep me satisfied.

When I came home the other night, my wife met me at the door with our shackles. She seemed pretty mad about something. I asked her what was wrong and she told me not to ask any more questions. She ordered me to strip right there if I knew what was good for me. Elaine couldn’t have picked a worse time because I had enjoyed one of my infrequent lingerie under my work clothes days.

I started undressing and she just stood back and smiled, fingering the leather restraints and tapping her foot on the floor. When I got down to the bra, garter, stockings and panties, she stopped me. She told me she had suspected I was wearing her undergarments, so she was going to punish me. She told me to get on my knees and crawl to the bedroom. I wasn’t about to argue.

When I got to the bedroom, Elaine ordered my onto the bed on my back. She blindfolded me and bound me spread eagled to the bed. My heart was thumping! She began pinching my nipples, sending electrical shocks through my whole body. But then all of a sudden she stopped. I could hear noises but could see nothing. I was just about to assume the session was over when I felt a sting across my chest like I had never felt before. She had gotten the cat o’ nine tails from my sex toys box! I was begging her to stop because I was as hard as a rock. My wife stuffed a gag into my mouth, saying that I was about to get what I was always begging her for.

She then untied my feet but not my hands. She removed the gag and lifted my feet straight up, bending me like a pretzel. She reshackled my feet to the headboard so that my butt was clear off the bed and I was basically lying entirely on my shoulders. And then she started smacking my ass with the whip. Even with the pain I was in seventh heaven!

Elaine stopped the whipping and pulled down the panties I was wearing. After expressing her satisfaction at the rosy color of my ass, she asked me if I wanted her to stop. I shook my head no. I had been waiting all this time for my wife to take charge, and while my ass was on fire, I wasn’t about to stop now! She removed my blindfold and I was a little surprised at what I saw. I hadn’t really thought about the position she had me in until I found myself staring at my own cock! It was only inches away from my face!

Elaine reached down and started stroking it. I was so hard it hurt, and her gentle strokes felt good. I knew I couldn’t last long and told her so. She figured as much, because she increased the speed of her strokes and told me to be a good boy and open wide. I couldn’t believe it she wanted me to swallow my own come!

I shook my head and realized my mistake right away. With one hand she continued jerking me off and with the other picked up the paddle she had at the ready and started on my tender butt again. It was more than I could handle and I opened my mouth to release a pleasure/pain groan just as I shot my load!

I stared, fascinated, as glob after glob of thick, creamy come shot from my cock. Even more surprising was that I caught almost every drop. I swallowed my load, and then my wife reached over and scooped up a couple of drops I had missed. I licked her fingers enthusiastically. She released me a few minutes later.

The best part of this whole session was that I not only had the time of my life, but my wife admitted she enjoyed the power she felt, and she warned me that she wanted to try more things. She said she had done some homework, studying the stuff in my bondage toy box, and if I doubted her authority for one minute, I should try sneaking off wearing her underwear again and just see what happens! I can’t wait.

Mr. V.A., Tennessee

Portals of Delight

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I thank my lucky stars for Natalie, my vivacious, cock hungry dynamo of a girlfriend. Her hair is raven black, falling softly over her shoulders, and she has a Kewpie doll face with apple cheeks, chocolate brown Bambi eyes and plump, pillow like lips that look like they were made to suck cock.

Not only does Natalie look like a centerfold model, she lives the life of a sexual adventurer, a tiger in the jungle of love. When we first started dating, I didn’t know what hit me. We tried everything: anal sex, bondage, role playing, sex toys, you name it. But our lovemaking was limited to that magic number, two.

My keenest fantasy has always been to enjoy the attention of two women at the same time. Though Natalie seemed willing to try anything sexual under the sun, she happens to be a bit possessive, and I figured if I brought up the idea of adding partners to the mix she would be angry.

One night we were watching an adult film, a pastime we both enjoy, and there was a scene involving two women ganging up on one man. Almost all adult films have at least one scene with this combination, and I thoroughly enjoy living vicariously through the characters on the screen.

Natalie, who was lying next to me in bed dressed only in a baby doll nightie, noticed my fondness for this scene, because my cock was poking out of my boxer shorts like a divining rod. She wrapped one of her delicate hands around my erection and regarded it with amusement, giggling.

This scene is certainly turning you on, she said, as my eyes remained glued to the action on the tape the actor fucking one woman doggy style while she was engaged in a sixty nine with the other actress, who alternately licked the woman’s cunt and the man’s balls.

This is every man’s fantasy, I admitted, sheepishly.

Natalie began to slowly pump my cock, which was turning bright red. Oh, really? You fantasize about having two women?

Honesty flowed out of me. Sure I do. I mean, the idea of two women showering affection on me, making me feel like the king stud, it’s an image that pops into my head every once in a while. Natalie’s expression was inscrutable, so I hastened to soothe any ill feelings. Of course, you satisfy me completely. I love you more than anything in the world. Natalie had no verbal response to that she simply lowered her head and took my tumescent organ in her hot little mouth.

A consummate fellatrice, Natalie tickled my cockhead with her nimble tongue and squeezed my balls tight, the way she knows I like it. The tape played on, unwatched, the only light in our bedroom coming from the screen, which illuminated my beautiful girlfriend sucking me. I lay back, crooning with joy, my fingers running through her hair, holding it back behind her ear so it wouldn’t curtain the erotic sight of her cheeks puffed up with my cock.

After a few minutes of this delight, I felt an uncontrollable urge to jam my tongue up her pussy. I motioned for her to swing one leg over my head so her ass and cunt would be right over my face. I placed my hands on her cheeks and spread them. I gazed at her brown little asshole and her coral pink pussy, the lips opening like the petals of a rose in time lapse photography. I lifted my head slightly and began to sup on her juicy sex while she continued her oral assault on my cock. We latched onto each other and single mindedly brought each other to ripping orgasms.

I didn’t think anything more about a threesome for a good while, and Natalie never brought up the subject. A few weeks later my birthday rolled around, and Natalie hinted that I was going to get a big surprise. I was thinking she was going to get me the fishing pole I had been talking about. As much as I like to fish, I’m glad I was wrong.

On my birthday, I put in a long, hard day at the office, my boss not knowing or caring that it was my nativity day. All day long, I looked forward to getting home to my dishy girl, who I knew would treat me to a home cooked meal and maybe a nice backrub before a spectacular fuck. I wasn’t fully prepared for what lay ahead.

Perhaps the first indication that it would be an interesting evening was when I walked in the door and looked into the dining room, finding the table set for three. Natalie was lighting the candles on my birthday cake, which was in the center of the table. She was wearing a very sexy robe and black high heels. Underneath that robe I knew that she was wearing some shockingly exciting apparel. She looked up as she lit the last candle and cast me a smile that out blazed the cake. The expression on my face must have indicated my confusion at the three place settings, for Natalie giggled like someone who had a great secret. She scooted into my weary arms and gave me a stone melting kiss.

Happy birthday, handsome, she whispered into my ear, right before she stuck her tongue in it. Nothing makes me hotter than a girl’s tongue fishing around in my ear. My knees buckled, and I nearly lost my balance. Natalie led my stumbling form into the bedroom, where her friend, Jessica, was sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed.

I’d always liked Jessica. She’s very cute and perky and always in a good mood, it seems. I must admit I had wondered what it would be like to fuck and lick her. I had a good feeling that I was about to find out.

Jessica was beaming to beat the band. She was barefoot, wearing a black, form fitting jumpsuit that made her look like Catwoman. On the top of her head was one of those stick on bows in pink. Happy birthday, Scott! she squealed, spreading her arms in a celebratory fashion.

I turned to look at Natalie, who was doubled over in laughter. Jessica hopped off the bed and stood right next to me. We were separated only by the breadth of her small breasts. I was about to get the behind the scenes explanation, while Jessica slowly rubbed my crotch.

When Natalie asked me to do this, I couldn’t wait to help out, Jessica said. She was so close I could smell her breath mint. I always thought you were the cutest thing in pants. Natalie has always tantalized me with tales of how well you wield that big sword of yours.

I was as hard as oak. Natalie regained enough of her composure to shed her robe, revealing a one piece bit of frilliness that was a fingernail polish red. She kicked off her high heels and took center stage on the bed, crooking her finger at me to come join her. Jessica was still rubbing my cock, though now her other hand was firmly squeezing my ass. Shall we? I asked her.

The next thing I knew, I was being undressed my two amorous women. Natalie took off my shirt and tie, while Jessica pulled off my pants. She struggled momentarily to remove my socks, but finally I was naked, my cock straining for an orifice, any orifice. First, I wanted to see more of Jessica. How does this come off? I said, leaning on one elbow and running my hand up and down her outfit, searching for a zipper. She laughed and led my hand to the tab, which I pulled down quickly. Natalie helped, and soon Jessica was down to a pair of powder puff pink panties.

What contrasts! I lay back between these two beauties and began to catalog them. Natalie was dark and Mediterranean Jessica was blonde and Slavic, with cornflower blue eyes. Natalie was buxom, and Jessica had tiny, nascent tits. Jessica was sugar, Natalie spice. Natalie was fire, Jessica ice which is not to say that Jessica was cold, by any means. She just reminded me of the Snow Queen in some Midwestern town’s winter festival. As Jessica nuzzled my neck, my nose nestled in her straw colored hair, and I detected a whiff of strawberry. Natalie, on the other hand, always wears a mysterious, exotic scent. I was clearly experiencing the best of both worlds.

Natalie gripped my throbbing erection and began to pump me slowly. Sweet Jessica began to nibble on my nipple another favorite of mine (Jessica must have been briefed). Just when I thought I would come in Natalie’s hand, she stopped and began rubbing my hard on all over her face. I couldn’t see much of this, because Jessica’s hair was in my face, her tongue working furiously on my nipple.

Natalie began to suck my cock. Jessica slipped away from me and daintily removed Natalie’s lingerie. Then, before my wondering eyes, Jessica reached underneath my luscious lady and cupped her swaying bosom, planting little kisses on her back. You like that? Jessica said, catching the ecstasy in my eyes. Just you wait. Natalie and I have a few surprises up our sleeves.

Jessica switched places with Natalie, and I learned that no two cocksuckers are alike. Unlike Natalie, who knelt at my side to suck me, Jessica lay on her stomach between my knees, facing me, her feet swinging back and forth behind her. This way she could look me right in the eye as I watched my erection disappear between her lips. Natalie reclined beside me, her head at my feet, caressing my legs with her long fingernails. This left her feet near my mouth, so it wasn’t long before I had the big toe of her left foot firmly between my teeth.

He loves my feet, Natalie informed her friend, sighing pleasurably.

My cock was in Jessica’s mouth, Natalie’s toes were in mine. Soon Natalie took an interest in Jessica’s ass and began to caress it. We were one well oiled machine, and I was ready to come. Not knowing if Jessica had a sweet tooth for semen, I announced my intentions.

I like it on my face, she said, springing up so she could come lie beside me. I went with the flow and straddled her, bidding a temporary farewell to Natalie’s wet tootsies. I pumped my cock vigorously above Jessica’s smiling face as she cupped my balls and fingered my asshole. I shot three tremendous squirts on her forehead, nose and chin. She squealed and closed her eyes. Natalie was on her in a flash. She says her favorite beverage is my come, and she wasn’t going to let Jessica get any of it. Natalie licked her blonde friend’s face with a kitten like eagerness. I nearly short circuited.

Well, baby, enjoying your birthday present? Natalie asked me, after she had slurped my cream off Jessica’s face. I was winded and struggled to give an affirmative response. Natalie and Jessica then began to kiss, again fingering each other’s nipples. Watch this, lover, Natalie said, pulling Jessica’s panties off. I gasped as a bald pussy was revealed. Natalie has shaved her pussy before, but she doesn’t care for the irritation when the hair begins to grow back. Jessica, I was informed, liked keeping hers that way. Wouldn’t you like to eat this pussy? Natalie teased me. Taking this as an invitation, I made ready to come to the table to eat, but Natalie moved in ahead of me. Me first! she piped.

I sat back and watched the show. Natalie’s tongue danced about to find Jessica’s clitoris. Jessica’s face was a mask of concentration. I slipped in beside her and took one of her breasts into my mouth, at which the volume of her moaning doubled. As I sucked on that gumdrop like nipple, Natalie must have begun to give Jessica a tongue lashing, because she squirmed beneath us. Eventually she came, stroking my back with one hand and twining her fingers through Natalie’s hair with the other.

Natalie looked up at me, then leaned over on Jessica’s quivering body to give me a kiss. Her chin was coated with Jessica’s secretions. It was a soul jarring kiss, made even more electric when I felt a hand snake around my thigh and grab my cock. He’s hard again! Jessica trilled. It was time for me to fuck someone, but who?

Since Natalie had yet to come, she seemed to win out. She let Jessica get up to go to the bathroom, then rolled over all fours. Do me doggy style, she instructed me. I happily obliged, sliding my slick cock into her puckered cunt with one quick motion. She grunted and I hissed, quickly establishing our time honored rhythm, which built to a hip slamming speed. Jessica returned and regarded us quizzically. I’m sure she was wondering how she could get in on the action, because I could see the devil in her eyes as she crept around and began to lick my balls and Natalie’s cunt. I was thoroughly overwhelmed as she stuck out her tongue and lapped at our union, spending equal time on Natalie’s nubbin and my bloated testicles, just like the scene in the movie.

I looked down at my lovely girlfriend, admiring the curve of her back and ass. Her rosebud seemed to wink at me. Hey, Jessica, do you like to get fucked in the ass? I called out.

From below, Jessica’s response came, No, not really. I’ll leave that for Natalie.

Natalie, moaning with every one of my thrusts, managed to chuckle, Go ahead, Scott. Fuck me in the ass.

Jessica reached up and took my cock out of Natalie’s pussy and placed at the entrance to my girl’s anus. She held her thumb and index finger in a ring in which I slid through before ploughing Natalie’s dusky back entrance. She watched, fascinated, as my girlfriend’s asshole closed around my intruding phallus like an iris.

When I’m balls deep in Natalie’s ass, it doesn’t take long for me to come, and soon enough, I pulled out and shot off, spraying Natalie’s cheeks.

We spent the next hour or so basking in the afterglow. I had a girl on either side of me idly plucking at my nipples or fondling my spent cock. The room reeked of sex. It seemed impossible that I would ever walk again.

Jessica turned to me. You haven’t fucked me yet, you know.

I told her I doubted I could revive for another go round. Natalie said that sounded like a challenge. She told Jessica to sit on my face, while she plopped my shriveled organ into her greedy mouth.

Ah, Jessica’s pussy her completely shaved pink portal of delight, now only centimeters from my wiggling tongue. The ambrosial aroma of an aroused female acted like smelling salts on my cock. At the same time Natalie’s tongue was flicking away at my glans. In no time at all, I was as hard as ever.

Soon, Jessica was all juicy and ready for my loving. She backed up, leaving a trail of dampness down my chest, and positioned herself above my spike. Natalie played helpmate by doing the work of guiding it in. Jessica and I were now one.

As I was pretty worn out, I let my special new friend do most of the action, and she bounced on top of me vigorously. I closed my eyes for a second, and when I opened them, I discovered that one of Natalie’s large tits was dangling in my face. I pulled her to me and bit lightly on the nipple. It hardened before my eyes, doubling in size.

We went on like this for a few minutes. I enjoyed Jessica’s reaction to her ride on my cock biting her lower lip and digging her fingers into my chest. Natalie somehow managed to squat over my face, so I treated her nether regions to a tongue bath. How I would have loved to see a film of this!

Jessica used her talented vaginal muscles to milk me to a third orgasm. I squirted inside her, and she collapsed on top of me. Natalie’s orgasm followed immediately, and she fell on me also. I was being drowned in a sea of pulchritudinous female flesh.

That was one hell of a birthday. By the time we got to the cake, the candles had melted completely. I think we were a bit melted, too. We decided that we had enjoyed ourselves too much to limit this kind of thing to special occasions. They say three is a magic number, don’t they?

A GREAT BIG MOUTHFUL OF PLEASURE FOR HIM AND A BREATHTAKING SPECTACLE FOR HER

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I have been happy with Variations because there have been articles about couples making their wildest fantasies come true. Lenny and I were always teasing about me getting to see him with a cock in his mouth, a real one, not just my dildo. This has long been a fantasy of ours one that was finally fulfilled.

Several years ago, my husband and I honeymooned in Hawaii. We always vowed to return, and this past year for Lenny’s birthday we did. We traveled to the Big Island with two close friends who had never been to Hawaii.

We had been there for over a week sun tanning, touring and partying with Millie and Chad at the hotel. On the night of Lenny’s birthday, we enjoyed an expensive dinner with our friends. Afterward, we decided to continue the party by taking a romantic stroll along the walkway surrounding the hotel, to view the ocean. I was feeling so randy I began to fondle my handsome prince’s cock, lightly rubbing and tickling it to give it some hardening shape. Lenny loves it when I do this. I was curious how our friends would respond to our amorous play, but I think Millie and Chad must have been enjoying it because in imitation, she unzipped her husband’s pants and proceeded to jack him off.

Millie had once told me her husband had a huge cock and that sometimes she had problems blowing him with her small mouth. This certainly put ideas into my head, so I whispered to Lenny to turn and watch the action while I fondled his growing cock. Millie was indeed having problems sucking her husband’s cock, and I asked if she needed any help. She said, Be my guest. I led my husband over to Millie and Chad, and while tickling his cock I started to tongue Chad’s.

My husband’s cock hardened nicely as he watched me tongue our friend’s cock. With Lenny’s cock this hard I hoped he wouldn’t discourage Chad I think we both hoped this was the perfect opportunity for him to suck Chad’s gorgeous cock. What a birthday present for the dear boy!

While I tongued Chad’s cock, I had my husband kneel beside me so I could stroke him better. This position also gave Lenny a close up view of the action. I opened my mouth to accommodate Chad’s dick, but I must say I could not fit it in my mouth. Millie said not to worry, she had the same problem. She said she really felt for Chad: It was hard for him to get a proper blowjob. I saw the opportunity and replied that there was someone here who could accommodate Chad’s large cock. I looked at my husband and smiled. Tonight is your birthday, dear, and you would not disappoint me, would you? Of course, he could only agree because I had stroked his cock to the hardness of granite.

I took Chad’s purple cock and dragged the leaking head back and forth across my husband’s lips and cheeks, leaving a wet trail of pre come. Millie was intrigued and asked, Has your husband ever sucked cock before?

No, but it has long been a fantasy of ours for him to try it, I replied. Millie said birthdays only come once a year and this was one of the kinkiest thing she had ever witnessed. Stuff that cock in your mouth, Lenny, she said excitedly.

He did! He slowly inserted Chad’s rock hard cock into his mouth, while I continued to stroke his cock to keep it at maximum overdrive. It was so exciting to see our friend’s cock disappearing into Lenny’s mouth. My panties were thoroughly soaked! I told my husband to give Chad a dynamic, thirst quenching blowjob!

At this point, my husband was so in tune with the action that I released my grip on his cock and stepped back from the scene. Together, Millie and I became voyeurs, watching my husband blow another man.

Suck him, honey. Eat his beautiful cock, I whispered. My husband licked up and down the shaft, around the head, and then began sucking like he was draining a milkshake!

Millie couldn’t contain herself any longer. This is so exciting. My husband’s cock looks so good in your husband’s mouth. I have never seen Chad’s cock so hard. For a first time cocksucker, Lenny acts like a pro.

Here was my husband, with another man’s cock in his mouth. At this point, I didn’t care if other people came upon us! I was so enthralled watching my husband licking, sucking and deep throating another guy’s cock! It was so exciting!

Chad was very excited also. He began a rhythmic fucking of Lenny’s mouth and soon moaned that he was close to coming. Millie went over and began jacking his cock to help the process. I’m coming, Chad cried out.

Suck up his come, honey, I said excitedly. Millie stroked her husband’s cock faster. And, just like that, Chad began to fire semen into Lenny’s mouth and down his throat. My husband could not swallow fast enough and Chad blew two or three wads on his face. I leaned over and licked off the excess semen. Then I gripped his cock and jacked him off. My husband sprayed come all over the beach.

When we finished, I looked up and saw two naked people on their balcony. They waved. They had apparently witnessed the show! In our fantasy, we imagined that only I would have the pleasure of watching my husband suck another man’s cock, but to have Millie and two complete strangers witness the action just increased the excitement for all of us!

Millie asked Chad if he would blow Lenny now, since he had been a good buddy and done him. He said she would have to wait until his birthday to see that but in fact, that’s only next month. In any case, it was sure great to find that my husband has the best mouth to give Chad a proper blowjob.

Ms. E.W., New York

UNDER THE SPELL OF A SLY TEMPTRESS WITH A MAGIC MOUTH

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Adrianne, my girlfriend of three months, is like no other woman I have ever known. Her ability to control me is maddening, and my attempts to rebel and assert my masculinity inevitably fail when confronted with her incredible sexiness. Yet, it is a small price to pay for the pleasure she gives me. She knows every trick in the book, every sensual nuance, and uses them to catapult me into a place of pure delight. She is especially inventive when it comes to fellatio, an act she performs with the utmost skill and genuine enthusiasm.

The other night, after teasing me all through dinner, we returned to her place for what I knew would be hot lovemaking on Adrianne’s terms, of course, but hot nonetheless. She stripped for me, teasingly and seductively, and when she was naked she strolled about the bedroom, watching me as I removed my clothes. By the time I was naked, my cock was fully erect and pulsating in readiness.

My, but we’re big tonight, Adrianne said, smiling. He’s going to be a real mouthful. With that, she crawled onto her big bed, positioning herself on her back across it. She dropped her head over the edge of the mattress, extending her throat back and exposing her neck to me. The white expanse of her throat sent blaring signals to my libido more emotion than I could ever remember a woman’s breasts, ass or legs stirring me as that throat signified what I knew was to follow.

Quickly, I straddled her shoulders and swallowed my cock into her hungry mouth. She grabbed the base with one hand to control my eagerness, then lowered my cock still further at a speed she could control. My entire cock was inside her now, and she grabbed me by the ass and began to rock me back and forth as she sucked and licked the underside of my shaft. As Adrianne adjusted to the immense mouthful of my manhood, her grip on my ass tightened and she returned my cock to the confines of her lovely throat quicker and deeper each time.

I wanted to push her arms away and shove my shaft into her with no regard to her position. The vixen must have sensed this because every time I felt the overwhelming urge to pound into her tonsils, she pushed me away and let me wait an agonizingly long time to descend my aching cock back to where it wanted to be. Giving in to her pushing and pulling exposed me to yet another dimension of being controlled and manipulated, the realization of which sent a swell of my seed spurting down her throat in what seemed like a torrential burst.

I don’t know whether I was incensed at her ability to manipulate me with such ease or my excitement at her power, but my orgasm continued to pulse down her throat. Some of it spilled out the corners of her lips as I continued to pump my cock into that obdurate little mouth. After what seemed like hours, I relented and fell against her, completely drained and weakened by such a climax.

She had done it again. Reduced me to her plaything and made me love it.

Mr. O.T., Florida

BETTER THAN CANDY ON VALENTINE’S DAY A BIG, BEAUTIFUL PENIS TO SAVOR

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By Valentine’s Day, I was fed up. Tommy was such an overwhelming master with his mouth that I never got the chance to lick the daylights out of his cock.

Tommy turned out to be the most caring man I had ever dated, and the best lover, too. He knew how to slowly bring me to the edge of my senses, stroking and kissing me ever so gently, until I would beg him to take me further. When he made love to me, I could see in his eyes that nothing else mattered to him but my happiness. And I, in turn, tried to do everything in bed that he asked.

There was only one problem in our relationship: He’d always go down on me and was so caring and assertive that I never got to go down on him before it was over. That was when we were at his house. So, for Valentine’s, I decided to invite him over to my house for dinner. I was determined to discover how it felt to hold Tommy’s lovely large cock in my mouth, letting it roll over my tongue and down into my open throat. I would unleash my passion on him no matter what!

When Tommy arrived, he whistled softly as I whirled around in the new outfit I had bought for the occasion. Made of stretchy, bright red fabric, the little tank dress showed off my compact body and round breasts. I had piled my wavy auburn hair loosely on my head, letting several tendrils drip onto my neck and face. And the crowning touch was the deep crimson lipstick I had carefully applied to my full lips after all, my mouth was to be the center of attention that night.

Very nice, Tommy said, and within seconds we were on the floor, my front door still open. I kissed him deeply, luxuriating in the sensations. He started to reach for my soaking pussy, but I stopped him as I sat up and closed the door.

No, not this time, I whispered. Tonight you’re at my house, and we’re going to do it my way. So just relax and enjoy yourself. I’m going to make you absolutely crazy with my mouth.

I led him to my bedroom, where I already had soft jazz music playing on the CD player and lilac scented candles aflame. I pulled him onto the soft white down comforter on my big bed and knelt over him, quivering in anticipation of what I was about to do. Carefully, I opened each button on his fly, kissing each patch of skin as it was exposed. I watched his cock quiver as we stripped off his jeans and shirt. I was so overcome by love and lust that nothing else mattered but getting him into my mouth.

I gently sucked the swelling, mushroom shaped head, letting my tongue flick over the tiny hole. The drop of pre come there tasted heavenly, almost almond like. I groaned in delight as my mouth worked its way down the shaft. I sat up to appreciate the length and size of Tommy’s member. I loved being in control, giving him the same kind of oral pleasure he had so long given me. Then I put my lips together and trailed a string of saliva up and down the front of Tommy’s cock, pausing every so often to suck on the sensitive place at the bottom. Tommy cried out and I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. I thrust his cock deeply into my wet mouth, eager to take it all.

Feeling the big head hit the back of my throat was terribly exciting. Tommy stroked my hair gently as he plunged his cock deeper and deeper. My throat opened as I relaxed, and I grabbed Tommy’s balls to urge him on. Inside my mouth, I massaged his cock constantly with my flattened tongue.

Oh, God, suck it! he cried.

But I barely had time to suck any more as he exploded, spurting creamy come down my throat. I swallowed the hot stuff, and it went down easily. I marveled at how sweet it tasted and how much of it there was. It had been so long since I tasted come, and Tommy’s was definitely the best!

Sweating and smiling, he pulled me up to lie in his arms. Darling, he said, that was fabulous!

After a while, I got up to put our dinner on the table while Tommy took a quick shower and got dressed. I had prepared a sumptuous meal, one I knew my lover would enjoy. Tommy came back in, his white shirt unbuttoned to show off his black chest hair, still damp from the shower. He gave me a quick kiss and squeezed my ass as I served the salad.

To your magic lips, he said later as we toasted with our glasses of Cabernet.

We then dug into thick filets of rare steak, dripping with juices. Tommy fed me the tiny stalks of asparagus I had prepared in a rich hollandaise sauce, watching me with wide eyes as I let each one slip slowly between my parted lips.

As we finished our dinner, I started to get up to make coffee and serve dessert. But Tommy grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. Oh, no, I’m not done eating, he said. Gently, he laid me down on the floor, covering me with soft kisses. He slipped my little dress over my head, leaving me only in my pumps.

Mmm, just let me look at you, he said, pulling back a bit. He reached down and unpinned my hair, letting it cascade over my bosom as I pinched my nipples. I smiled lazily at him as I stretched like a cat, letting him study every inch of me. Soon Tommy’s hand was on my pussy, lightly tugging at my pale brown pubic hair shaved into a perfect triangle. My juices started to dribble down my thighs. I arched my back, hoping his fingers would slip inside the wet folds. But he was a wonderful tease and merely lifted his hand as I lifted my hips, keeping up the maddening pleasure on my swelling mound.

Oh, Tommy, please, I cried. I was so turned on from giving him head earlier, I knew it would take very little for me to come. He dropped his head to my crotch, licking and tugging my bush just as softly as he had stroked it.

I love to look at your lips, all pink and puffy like this, he whispered. And then, in an instant, he was sucking on my clitoris, until it became even larger. A smooth index finger slid neatly inside me and I felt began to tremble. He ate and ate my pussy, making loud slurping sounds and lightly nipping at the sensitive flesh. I bucked up to meet his mouth. Then, very gently, he began to massage the tight ring of muscle around my anus.

Give me your cock! I practically yelled, squirming beneath him. In a flash, he swiveled his body so that his cock was at my mouth and immediately buried his face once again in my cunt as we lay in the sixty nine position.

You taste so good, baby, he said.

I inhaled sharply, taking in the pungent scent of Tommy’s balls. I opened my lips wide to let his cock slide in. With my tongue, I pushed his cock in circles around the inside of my mouth, holding it briefly in one cheek, then letting it tickle the roof and then the other cheek, never letting it rest anywhere for too long. He groaned with pleasure. I loved having him eat me while his cock kept my mouth full and satisfied. I sucked him harder, trying to get him deeper into my mouth.

With his lips clamped on my clitoris, one finger inside my vagina and one working its way into my asshole, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I came with such intensity, my entire body convulsing, and let out a muffled scream that allowed Tommy’s cock to slide farther down my throat.

Abruptly, he pulled out of my mouth and flipped me over onto my stomach. His large hand slid beneath my still quivering tummy and pulled me up on all fours. Then, while my cunt was still heaving in orgasm, Tommy rammed his cock inside me.

Fuck me, I yelled. Fuck me just the way you want to!

Tommy did, hard and fast, his hands gripping my hips and pumping my pelvis in perfect rhythm with his. I reached down between my legs to wrap my fingers around the base of Tommy’s furiously thrusting cock, knowing that the pressure on his sensitive spot would take him over the edge. Within seconds, I could feel his hot come splashing inside me. As Tommy collapsed in a heap on my back, pushing me down on my tummy again.

For a while we lay in each other’s arms, spent and exhausted, kissing tenderly. Now, all our lovemaking sessions include hours of oral sex, not just for me, but also from me. It’s beautiful.

Ms. P.W., Wisconsin

ENJOYING AN APPETIZER BEFORE THE ENTR E EAGER BEAVER LOVER DISCOVERS CUNNILINGUS

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It used to be that I performed cunnilingus with something less than enthusiasm. It wasn’t that I didn’t like going down on a girl I just wanted to get to the main course as soon as possible. A few long licks, a little tickling of the clitoris, and I was climbing aboard. I had done all that was necessary.

For whatever reasons, the women I dated didn’t seem to mind my hurry up and let’s get to the good part approach to cunnilingus, even though I expected them to suck my cock with great enthusiasm. If they were disappointed in my technique, (or lack of one), they kept it to themselves. But then along came Nancy, a delicious brunette with mouth watering breasts and a shaved pussy. Nancy knew what she wanted and wasn’t shy about asking for it.

Nancy was also something of a tease, taking special delight out of working me up to a fever pitch through body language and innuendo and then bailing out at the eleventh hour. But I really didn’t mind, for I knew eventually we would have sex and that it would be spectacular. She just had that look about her, the kind that tells a guy she’ll blow his mind in bed if he can just get her there.

Well, we eventually did go to bed together. And thanks in large measure to Nancy’s game playing, I was even more eager than usual to get to the good part. At last, I was going to sink my aching hard on into the heavenly cove of her sex, which I knew would be hot, wet and tight. So, after a few perfunctory licks of her clitoris and a general laving of her labia, I made to climb aboard for the ride of my life.

What the hell do you think you’re doing? Nancy asked, stopping me in mid mount.

I’m going to fuck you, I shot back.

Nancy chortled. No way, Jos . You call that eating pussy? That had to be the worst demonstration of cunnilingus ever. A nervous virgin would have done better.

I was speechless. Accustomed as I was to women complimenting me on my staying power and the above average size of my cock, I didn’t much care to be called on the carpet for my lack of pussy eating ability. Yet, deep down, I knew Nancy had a legitimate point. Eating pussy was not a specialty of mine.

Haven’t other women complained? Nancy wanted to know, prolonging my discomfort. It’s amazing you’ve gotten away with this. She was quiet for a moment, then said, Let me see if I can be of some help here. Get back there and get busy.

Having no choice in the matter, I maneuvered into position between Nancy’s widely spread legs and began licking, tentatively. Nancy began working her hips, moving her pussy around on my face as she put my tongue on target. Yes, like that, she would say, or, That’s it, right there . . . good . . . a little harder now.

I must have been doing something right because my teacher was lubricating like crazy even before I began concentrating on her clitoris at her direction, of course. With Nancy telling me to take my time, I rolled my tongue over her sensitive love button, brushing it lovingly, teasingly. Nancy started purring her approval, which made me feel good. Again following her instructions, I took her aroused clitoris between my lips and sucked ever so gently, eliciting a sigh of gratitude from her.

Oh, yeah, baby, you’ve got some potential, Nancy said in a raspy voice after a few minutes. You’re a quick study. Mmmm, yeah . . . just like that, baby. Nibble me good.

Well, I licked and nibbled and sucked like my life depended on it. By this time my face was smeared with her juices and her scent was flowing over, around and through me. I really got into it, losing myself in the task at hand, growing more and more determined to make Nancy come with my lips and tongue. And it was good for me, too.

I hadn’t realized just how nice it could be with my face plastered to a lovely woman’s pussy, my senses bathed in her scent as I lapped up the product of her arousal. I had never taken the time to fully appreciate a pussy up close, to marvel at the sensitivity of that little nubbin of flesh called the clitoris, the seat of a woman’s passion.

And there was more. Always so eager to bring a girl off with my big, thrusting cock, I’d never given much thought to bringing her off with my mouth, so it was exciting to hear Nancy’s gasps and squeals of pleasure. and feel her grinding her aroused pussy into my face as she drew ever closer to orgasm. And I was the one driving her there!

Oh, baby, don’t stop, Nancy was saying in a breathless voice. I looked up and saw that she was playing with her beautiful breasts, fingers pinching her erect nipples. Her head was lolling on the pillow and her face was flushed. Yeah, I think you’re a . . . natural talent. Oh, God!

And then she was coming, her head tilting back as her hips came up off the bed to jam her convulsing pussy into my face. She cried out, piercing the air with a howl of delight as she shuddered through her orgasm. I had done it!

Calming down, Nancy welcomed me into her arms and told me that for a beginner, I had done well. Then, to reward my efforts, she slithered down between my legs and proceeded to give me one dynamite blowjob the best, perhaps, I had ever received.

What made it so great was the attention she lavished on my cock, her concentration and obvious enjoyment of the act, all the things that had been missing from my previous attempts at cunnilingus. Get into it, was the message she was giving me, and it came through loud and clear. I resolved right then to become a skilled pussy eater, to take the time to do it right and thrill my partner. It was to my advantage to perform cunnilingus to the best of my ability, because, as Nancy explained after she’d gulped down my come and crawled up into my arms, Give a girl a good orgasm with your mouth and she’ll be only too happy to return the favor.

Mr. E.E., Rhode Island