Cynthia & the Crop

Posted on August 31, 2007 by Paul Mindell

Cynthia looked at the riding store s display of whips with wide, excited eyes. There were shorter, thicker ones called bats, as well as the longer, more pliable riding crops. I could feel the heat of her body as she stood close to me, churning with excitement. I knew immediately that the longer, thinner crop with its dangling leather loop and springy versatility was the perfect choice for us. Cynthia stared blankly, unwilling to voice a decision but eager for one to be made, I could tell. I picked up several of the whips and tested them experimentally against my leg. I had no intention of getting anything but the crop, but I wanted to play with Cynthia s apprehension. Part of what appealed to her in what we were about to do was just that the idea alone was raising her anxiety.

Wandering away from the display shyly, Cynthia moved deeper into the store. Taking the crop, I followed. After stopping between two racks of saddles, she put her arms around me and lowered her head to my chest. Tell me again what you re going to do, she said.

Returning her embrace, I ran my hands over her tall, lithe figure. To celebrate the warm spring day, she wore only a light top and a short skirt. Her breasts, bare beneath her blouse, press on my chest. With the saddles obscuring us from the view of others, I slid one hand under her skirt and up her naked thigh. Her body tensed, quivering with anticipation. As my hand moved higher, I discovered that her tension was caused by more than being fondled in public. Cynthia was not wearing panties. This lively, spontaneous aspect of her personality is just one of the reasons why I love her.

You know, my dear, I m going to drive you wild with desire, I told her, dipping one finger between her labia and finding her wet. With my other hand, I raised the crop and brought it down lightly on her ass. She jumped, pressing her body more firmly to mine. Rubbing her thighs together, she flexed her pretty ass.

Taking her hand, I led Cynthia to the cash register and plopped my Visa down on the counter. My lover hovered nearby, head down, fearing that the clerks knew exactly what we were buying the crop for. I was pretty sure they did, too. I was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and shorts. Neither of us looked like we shopped at English riding stores very often. But frankly, I had a hunch that the sophisticated sales staff had seen this all before.

Before leaving the store, I handed Cynthia the bag with our purchase sticking out of the top. On the label was printed an ad for the U.S. Equestrian Team for the Olympics. She took the package gingerly, pulling out the crop and running it lightly between her fingers. The idea of being whipped appealed to her immensely, and touching the crop caused her to shiver with anticipation.

Cynthia and I share an enthusiasm for taking our love beyond the norm. In our time together, we have indulged in a dizzying variety of sexual games, usually at my lead, but with Cynthia s willing and lusty agreement. We had come to this point without much discussion. It started as a joke, but every time I gave her the opportunity to back out, she failed to take it. I knew that this was genuinely something she wanted to try, and the idea was filling us both with a marvelous sexual tension. At lunch, Cynthia kept squirming in her seat. She had never done anything like this before. When she leaned forward over the table, her loose blouse fell open to reveal one of her breasts, the nipple tight and hard. I wanted our meal at the sunny outdoor cafe to go on forever, prolonging the anticipation, teasing Cynthia with thoughts of what was to come. At the same time, I couldn t wait for it to end so that I could get my beautiful lover alone and naked.

My eyes barely left her as we finished eating and returned to our apartment. I asked her to drive so I could continue to look at her. She is a beautiful woman, mature and well developed, but with child like features that occasionally imbue her with a look of sublime innocence.

The living room of our apartment faces north toward the San Francisco Peaks, and a wide sliding glass door opens onto the view. Between the door and the mountains is only forest. As I settled on the couch, Cynthia moved to the middle of the room, framing herself against our marvelous panoramic view. Turning on the stereo, she began to sway to the music, her short skirt flaring out from her legs as she began to slowly unbutton her blouse. In moments, she stood naked before me. I moved quickly to catch up with her.

I had just removed my pants when Cynthia started toward me. I marveled as she approached. A tall and slender blue eyed blonde, Cynthia is lovely to behold in her nakedness. Her large, round breasts are capped by small pink areolas and nipples which sit high and firm on her chest. Short waisted and narrow hipped, she stands on long, tapered legs that seem to go on forever.

Now, she sank to her knees before me. Taking my cock in her mouth, she began to slowly suck on its head. Grasping my shaft in her hand, she pumped its length as her lips plunged up and down. Her mouth was wet and hot on my cock as she took me deeper and deeper. Cynthia truly loves to give head and revels in the knowledge that she does it well. I simply sat back and enjoyed her ministrations, relishing the pleasure she brought me. Finally, reaching to the table beside the couch, I picked up the crop and let it gently graze over Cynthia s naked ass. The touch was barely more than a reminder that the crop was there. I trailed it over her exposed flesh, letting her feel no more than a tickling sensation that would fuel her thoughts of what this same leather would feel like when I brought it down on her with force.

Cynthia sighed at the touch, taking her mouth off my cock and smiling up at me. Again, I let the crop bounce lightly on her ass, then dragged it over her skin. She returned her mouth to my cock, running her lips and tongue up and down its length before once again taking me in her mouth.

I stopped caressing her with the crop, wanting her tension and anticipation to build. But Cynthia had enough of waiting. Rising up from her knees, hovered over my chest she dropped her mouth over my nipple and sucked gently. As I murmured my pleasure, she nipped me sharply. Grabbing her hair, I pulled her away from me. Her face, as it came up, was split by a wide, playful grin.

Careful, I told her. That hurt.

She continued to smile and pulled free of my grasp, moving her wet tongue to my other nipple. Her caress was gentle and soothing, and I relaxed and began to enjoy it. Then she bit me again.

Jerking away, I was surprised at her behavior. In all of our lovemaking, Cynthia had been a passive but passionate partner. Never before had she done anything to intentionally provoke me, especially not twice. Stop it, I demanded.

Or what? she asked. There was something challenging in her tone of voice, something almost bratty.

My hand squeezed the crop in my fist. Or I ll whip you. Bringing the crop down fast, I let its springy length snap on her flesh for the first time. Even so, it wasn t a very hard blow.

Cynthia gasped, but looked me dead in the eye defiantly. I brought the crop down again, harder this time. She squirmed and pressed herself tighter against me. Her large breasts flattened on my chest and her lips found my neck. Shooting her tongue forward, she lapped at my throat and ear.

The crop whistled as I found my wrist doing all the work this time and I struck Cynthia s exposed skin with real force. She moaned and ground her body tighter against mine, rolling her ass under the blow. I struck again, alternating my blows to land on first one, then the other cheek of her smooth white ass. After the third stroke, I could see red stripes appear on her quivering flesh. Her breath was quick and excited, but her body was eager for the next strike of the rod.

Fuck me, fuck me, she cried, spreading her legs over my thighs and reaching between our bodies for my erection. I lifted it to meet her questing hand and thrust upward with my hips as she slammed down, impaling herself on my cock, her wet pussy offering no resistance.

I whipped her again, my arms reaching around her to get access to her exposed ass. Her body heaved, her back arching and lifting her magnificent breasts upward. Leaning forward, I took one nipple between my teeth and nipped her as she had me. Cynthia jerked, and I brought the crop down even harder. Again and again, the crop snapped across her naked flesh and Cynthia bucked and squirmed with each blow, humping feverishly on my cock. Her first orgasm was quick and powerful, surging through her and tensing all of her muscles. She recovered quickly, and once more plunged herself down on me, but I pushed her off me to stand beside the couch. Looming over her reclining body, I looked down at her with pleased amazement. When I first suggested we buy a riding crop, I really didn t expect to have my lover agree. True, though sexually submissive, she was an eager partner in any variation I brought to our bed, but I didn t suspect that our experiment would be so sexually intense.

Her eyes pleaded as she looked up at me, wanting more, wanting me to keep fucking her, and beyond that, wanting the kiss of our whip.

Once again, I brushed the crop gently over her skin. Gooseflesh arose where it touched her, and she quivered. I played the loop on the end between her splayed thighs, dangling it over the wet lips of her pussy. Cynthia s hips leaped up at the contact. Turning the crop around, I rubbed its bulbous little handle between those lips, fitting it between them. When it was nicely wetted, I slid it forward, the braided leather knob entering my lover.

Cynthia bucked, startled that I would really fuck her with the riding crop, then she settled down and began to enjoy the sensation, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. I stroked rhythmically, twisting the handle inside her.

You re going to kill me with pleasure, she whispered hotly.

This is only supposed to drive you wild, I assured her.

Well, it s working, she murmured. I must love you or something, letting you get away with this. Her voice was uncharacteristically deep and gravelly with lust.

I love you, too, I grinned, pulling the knob out of her and reversing the crop once again. The hot coating of wetness from her cunt pressed into my palm as I grasped the handle end. With quick flicks, I snapped the crop lightly across her breasts, first one and then the other. Cynthia reflexively tried to cover herself, but I pulled her arms clear and held her wrists behind her head. When I let go, she held them there herself. Her lovely breasts fully exposed to my attack, Cynthia cooed excitedly as the strokes fell. Her head lolled on the cushion, sending her blonde hair streaming over her face and shoulders.

Her moaning became a continuous stream of exclamations of delight and incomprehensible gutturals. Several times I stopped, leaving her to wonder when the next stroke would fall. During these breaks, I leaned forward to kiss her and found her response passionate, as she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth and crushed my lips to hers.

Rising from her heaving body, I directed her onto her stomach with prods from the crop. Cynthia rolled over slowly, lust dulling her coordination. Her new position left her kneeling on the floor with her head and breasts resting on the couch. Her hands were crossed at the wrist and supporting her head. I struck lightly at first, watching her reaction as her body intercepted the leather. I varied the strength, location and rhythm of my blows, so that Cynthia did not know where, when or how hard the strokes would be.

By degrees, first I let the crop fall stingingly on her ass, six or seven times before pausing for a few moments. Then without warning, I brought the crop down hard.

I waited again, trailing the red marks on her bottom with the tips of my fingers, crushing the whip heated fullness of her ass under my wide palm and squeezing its firmness. Then abruptly, I began to whip her again, marveling at the sight of her beautiful body as she writhed under my strokes. Then, just as sudden, I stopped I was done. I waited as Cynthia relaxed and allowed the tension to flow out of her body, the crop now resting in my relaxed hand.

Her ass began to gyrate wildly. I knew without her having to say anything that she wanted me inside her again. But I wanted to hear her say it. I didn t have to wait long. In a high voice, she pleaded with me to fuck her.

Kneeling beside Cynthia, I brought my cock into contact with her fiery ass. The entire area around her pussy was coated with wetness. I pressed against her cunt and, once more, glided easily into her. Flexing her vagina, she gripped my erection. I stayed in her without moving for several moments, reveling in the feel of her gripping vaginal caress. She is very proud of this ability to contract the muscles of her cunt and stimulate me without either of us making any other movement. Cynthia pushed up off the couch, supporting herself on her hands, and kept flexing, lurching against me.

I looped the wrist strap over my hand and let the crop dangle as I reached around to fondle Cynthia s tits. She covered one of my hands with her own as I soothed away her pain with my touch. The move brought her hand in contact with the crop. She touched it, feeling its length. Taking it in her hand, she brought it up to her face, rolling it across her cheeks. Coyly, she extended her tongue and tasted it, then she took the handle in her mouth, sucking it like a cock.

I began thrusting into her, slowly. Cynthia came, but with a different kind of orgasm this time, slower, deeper, rolling through her long body and ending with a convulsive twitch that knocked her down onto the couch once more. Knowing that I could bring her off again if I kept moving inside her, I sped up my strokes, feeling the tension of my own orgasm rising between my legs. Lunging over her, I came, burrowing deep into her cunt. As pleasure roiled up and out of me, I felt my lover begin to come again. She tensed and held her breath for a moment, then began to gasp, sucking air deep into her lungs as the sensation flooded her.

As Cynthia s orgasm subsided, I rolled off her and collapsed on the couch. My beautiful lover pulled herself up next to me, climbing on the couch and throwing one thigh over mine as she rested her blonde head in the hollow of my shoulder. We rested without speaking for some time, then I noticed from her breathing that Cynthia had fallen asleep. Slowly and carefully, I got out from under her and lifted her in my arms. I managed to carry her into the bedroom without disturbing her too much. Laying her gently on the bed, I got in beside her and pulled up the covers for an afternoon nap. Later, we arose for a night of dinner and dancing, and Cynthia seemed even more animated and daring than usual, playing suggestive games on the dance floor and boldly displaying her body. We returned home giddy and tired and fell into bed together exhausted and happy.

The next morning, Cynthia roused me with a blowjob. Awakening, I saw her blonde head bobbing enthusiastically on my cock. I cupped one of her dangling breasts and held it lovingly with one hand while stroking her head with the other. Her mouth left my cock and her head came up with a smile.

Snuggling against me, she kissed me. Almost gushing, she told me of the fantasies that had entertained her when she awakened. First, I could tie her up spread eagled on the bed and use the crop on her entire body. Then, perhaps, we could sneak into the classroom at the university, where she would be a naughty student and I the stern teacher, meting out punishment.

I listened, stroking her lush body as she excitedly told me of her plans. Yes, I agreed, that sounds wonderful. But I really wanted to sleep late this morning. Cynthia looked at the bedside clock that read eleven o clock and turned her confused gaze back to me. You ll have to be punished for waking me early, I said.

She smiled with understanding. Reaching over to the nightstand, she picked up the crop. Cradling it pensively in both hands, she straddled my hips and presented it to me, her face beaming with anticipation, eyes awash with temptation now I could have sworn that I had left the thing in the living room.

Flying High

Posted on August 30, 2007 by Olivia Parrish

One of the perks of being a flight attendant for a major airline is that I get to visit many different cities throughout America and the world. For a good part of the week, I am away from my wonderful husband, Jerry, who I married three years ago. To make matters more complicated, Jerry s profession also requires him to travel a great deal. The nights we spend together are, therefore, precious indeed.

But when we married, Jerry and I decided that our nights apart need not be lonely ones. We are so in tune with each other, physically, mentally and spiritually, that we have been able to strike a deal which other couples may find dangerous. We are free to take other partners while we are on the road.

Because of this arrangement, I have a number of gentleman lovers scattered across the globe. Whenever I m in their particular town I might, if I m in the mood for some fun sex, give one of them a call. The next time Jerry and I are together, we compare notes. Imagining me of on one of my affairs with my mouth full of cock gets Jerry super charged, just as the image of some little blonde straddling him and riding herself to a thunderous orgasm arouses me. Not only do we not begrudge each other our little peccadillos, I think they spice up our sex life together.

My schedule varies. Each month I bid on a particular route, for example, Chicago to Los Angeles to San Francisco, back to L.A., to St. Louis, back to Chicago. This route takes about four days, and the rest of the week I m off. This way I m able to see just about every city my airline flies to at some point during the year. Some cities I try to schedule more often than others. There are a couple of guys who can take credit for that.

One of them is Chuck, who lives outside L.A. He is a tall, beefy, tree trunk of a man, a former offensive lineman in college, standing over six feet four and topping the scales near two sixty. He is also personable, funny and warm. I met him on a half full plane during a red eye flight to L.A. He caught my eye, and we spent a good time chatting and making bedroom eyes at each other. He told me he was a salesman and divorced. When we landed, he invited me to join him for a sunrise breakfast. I had much more than breakfast with him.

In bed, Chuck is a powerful and dynamic lover who is also capable of butterfly light touches. For such a large man, he is extraordinarily graceful and sensuous, and I have experienced some of my more mind jumbling orgasms with him. Another positive feature of his is a gorgeous cock. It s practically his fifth limb and beautifully shaped and proportioned. The first time I took it in my hands, I cooed over it, gently running my hands up and down its size, my pussy creaming at the thought of it filling me completely.

I was thinking about Chuck on my last flight to L.A. I couldn t wait for the plane to land, so I could give him a call and meet him for a drink at the airport bar. I crossed my fingers while standing at the public phone, listening to his phone ring. When he answered after the fifth ring, I gave a happy sigh of relief.

He met me for a drink and then drove me to his house. During the drive, I curled up in the front seat, stroking the burgeoning lump in his pants, making baby talk to the most magnificent cock I ve ever seen. Chuck loves for me to do this he takes pride in his considerable abilities as a cocksman. During this trip, though, I did something a little extra. I unzipped Chuck s pants and freed his erection. Chuck drew a sharp breath, apparently as turned on as he was concerned with crashing into a tree. I calmed his nerves by inhaling his flesh into my greedy mouth, sucking him passionately while I fondled his ball sac.

As we pulled into Chuck s driveway he came down my throat, gripping the steering wheel. I drank it down like champagne, slurping and moaning with delight. Chuck turned off the ignition and slumped back in his seat.

It s going to take a moment or two for me to move, he said quietly.

You re not done for the evening, are you? I asked teasingly, sure of the answer.

Not on your life, he growled.

Once in his bed Chuck treated me to a warm up orgasm, licking my pussy with his skillful tongue. He also sucked on my nipples while his fingers danced over my sensitive clitoris. He took me close to the top of a mountain several times, always backing off, until I begged him to make me come. When he had decided I was ready, he threw my legs over his shoulders, lowered his face to my burning cunt, and flicked his tongue against my nubbin, catapulting me into the stratosphere. I began screaming with intense joy, grabbing hold of his hair as I jammed my pelvis against his busy mouth. I managed to catch a glimpse of the action in his mirror, thinking we looked like some kind of rodeo event, as I was bucking like a bronco while Chuck strived mightily to hang on.

I came wildly and lay stretched across the bed afterward, my arms and legs tingling. Chuck brought me back down to earth with succulent kisses, smooching his way up my torso until he was in a position to take me into his giant arms, cuddling me into a delicious torpor. We spent several minutes in this rapturous clench, until I felt the distinct impression of his prodigious manhood poking into my thigh.

Do I detect your friend stirring down there? I asked.

That s who it is, Chuck said in his rumbling bass voice. He then rubbed his hand against my buzzing pussy, which was still slick. Seems like your little friend is ready, too.

She sure is, I replied, spreading my legs. My little pussy is ready to be fucked good.

I lay flat on my back, my hands above my head, my legs parted. Chuck loomed over me like some powerful storm cloud, aiming his erection toward my center. Then, like a flash of lightning from that cloud, he entered me, splitting me open, filling me with his might. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the imperial force invading me, encompassing my entire world with his strength, pounding away, my mind flooding with the most dirty, kinky thoughts.

We came together, our cries mingling in a sexual harmony. We were both too spent to do much else the rest of the night, so we drifted off to sleep with our limbs entwined, a union of flesh and sweat. The next morning, I greeted the passengers on my flight with a wider smile than usual.

When I m in New York, I usually spend my time with a different kind of man, though Corey is no less stimulating than Chuck. He is the night manager of the hotel our crew stays at when we re in Manhattan. Usually I get to the hotel past midnight after a long day of flying, bone tired and ready for a deep sleep. But when I see Corey and the devilish twinkle in his eye, my evening plans change to accommodate a round of sweet loving.

Corey is in his early forties, a former hippie who now likes to write poetry and earns his living watching over the quiet goings on of an airport hotel. During the wee hours of the morning, when lulls can last for hours, he catches up on his reading. But when I m in town he makes sure to devote time to me. My last visit was a perfect example.

When he saw me dragging myself into the lobby, trailing my flight bag behind me, he snapped to attention, telling his assistant to keep an eye on things while he took care of me. Carrying my bag to my room, Corey told me to get out of my uniform he was going to draw me a hot bath. Slipping into the steamy water was heaven, and it got even better when Corey began to scrub every part of me. When he was washing my stomach I gently guided his wrist lower, until he was laving my twitching pussy. Corey, sensing my need, slipped his fingers inside me, probing my sugar walls with a consummate dexterity. I splashed about, gripping the sides of the tub as Corey sent me spinning into a delirious orgasm.

Once out of the bath, he dried me off and led me to the bed. Now it s time for your massage, he whispered. I shuddered, for Corey gives a dynamite rubdown.

He started with my feet. A flight attendant spends a lot of time on her feet, and Corey knows a good foot massage will endear me to him forever. As he dug his thumbs into my soles, I crooned with relief. I also noticed that a tent had formed in Corey s pants, so I rubbed my free foot against his bulge.

Olivia, you know that drives me wild, Corey sighed. I did know it. Corey has admitted being a foot fetishist, and tells me my feet are just about perfect.

Taking my foot in his hands, Corey commenced sucking each of my toes. By the time he was through, I felt as light as a feather, totally relaxed and ready for anything. Corey then rolled me over onto my stomach and kneaded my shoulders. He has picked up a few pointers on Swedish massage over the years and, believe me, he can work magic with his hands. He rubbed me from my neck to my ankles as I moaned into the pillow. My cunt felt red hot.

I lost track of time. When Corey rolled me on to my back, I saw that he was naked, his skinny pink cock pointing toward the ceiling. I sat up and drew him toward me. Corey fed me his erection, and I sucked it tenderly. He cradled my head as I brought him to orgasm, his thick cream spilling down my throat.

Hurrying back into his clothes, Corey had to get back on the job, but it wasn t the last I saw of him. At seven the next morning I heard a slight rap on my door. It was Corey.

I m just off duty, he said sheepishly. Care to join me for breakfast?

I m sure I looked a sight, my hair disheveled, my big fluffy robe thrown over my shoulders, but I couldn t help but smile and let the door swing open. Come on in, I told him.

Corey crawled into bed with me, and we cuddled and kissed and nibbled each other. I took his hard cock in my hands and stroked it as I stuck my tongue in his ear. Fuck me, he said hoarsely. Ride me.

I rolled on top of him, straddling his chest. First you re going to have to eat my cunt, I told him authoritatively. Corey seems to enjoy it when I assume the dominant role in our relationship, and I enjoy taking this advantage.

I lowered my pussy to his questing tongue and rode his face. Oh, Olivia, you taste so good, Corey said, his nose practically buried in my slit. I laughed as I realized I hadn t showered yet that morning, so I must have been particularly musky. But Corey was grooving on it.

Once I was good and slick, I lowered myself onto his throbbing spike. Pinch my nipples, I told him, and he did. I lowered my large breasts so he could pinch them and bite them. Meanwhile, I was slamming my hips against his cock.

Do you like me to fuck you like this? I asked.

Yes, oh yes, Olivia, Corey wailed. I gazed into his beatific face as I crashed in orgasm, the bed slamming against the wall. When I stopped undulating, Corey s eyes filled in panic, as he had not yet come.

Do you want to come for me, sweetie? I teased him.

Yes, please, let me come.

I climbed off his cock and lay down beside him. Then go ahead and come for me. Jerk yourself off. I want you to shoot your cream just for me.

Corey was like a house afire. His eyes grew larger as he fisted his purple cock and began to jerk off. I sucked his nipples and stroked his belly as he entered the sexual twilight zone, his hips raised off the bed, his legs trembling.

When he came he shot a prodigious amount of semen, some of it splashing on my tits, some of it landing on the pillow beside our heads. The rest coated his chest and stomach like icing on a cake. I made a great show of licking it up, making yummy sounds and softly petting his spent cock.

I was eager to tell Jerry all about my stop in New York. When I pulled into the driveway, he was mowing the front lawn. His shirt was off and his dark muscles were gleaming with perspiration. I wanted him right then and there, and I told him so.

He laughed and asked what had gotten into me. While drinking some cold beer on the back patio, I told him of my latest adventure with Corey.

So you re sort of his big bad mama, is that it, Olivia, Jerry laughed.

I guess so, honey, I said, running a long fingernail up and down his chest.

Well, while you were taming that hotel clerk, guess what I was doing?

There s a young lady who waits tables at the tavern Jerry and I like to frequent. Her name is Teri, and she flirts shamelessly with my husband. I have told him that he should test the waters, for he would probably find her ready, willing and able.

I finally asked Teri out after her shift was over, Jerry continued. And, needless to say, we came back here. Jerry then told me quite a ribald tale, full of graphic detail. Teri was, indeed, hot for him and belied her kewpie doll looks by being quite aggressive.

We were sitting on the sofa, watching TV, when she turned to me and said, Take your pants off, Jerry. You never saw a man take his pants off faster than I did.

The part of his story that got me really excited was when he described fucking this bubbly little blonde s asshole. Jerry is quite an ass man and has stuffed his cock in my bottom on numerous occasions. He had started by giving Teri a light spanking, which she had asked for. While he was whacking her lily white butt, he began fingering her asshole. She responded with ardor, so he told her she was about to get fucked in the ass. Though taken aback by his directness, she didn t flinch. He had her bend over an arm of the sofa as he greased his cock with KY. Then he slowly sank his erection into her, inch by inch, until she was full of cock.

I wish I could have been there, I told Jerry huskily.

Smiling, he set down his beer and said, Maybe that can be arranged. It seems Teri thinks you re quite sexy. I could only stare at him. I had wondered about fooling around with women. Some of my coworkers are bisexual, and I ve thought about what it would be like to suck their breasts and lick their cunts. Maybe the next time Teri comes over you could join in the fun. Jerry winked.

I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the house. We fucked right on the kitchen floor, our clothes half on and half off. As I bounced up and down on my husband s cock, I could only think about sweet, young Teri sitting on my husband s face, playing with my nipples, and telling me how sexy I was. I came like a skyrocket.

As you can see, Jerry and I have a healthy marriage and a super sex life. I thank my lucky stars that I found such a free thinking, good looking man. And when I m flying the friendly skies and see a passenger who makes my heart go pitter pat, how wonderful to know that I m free to act on my desires.

PLEASURE SEEKING WIFE THRILLS THREE HOT MEN AS HER PROUD HUSBAND LOOKS ON EXCITEDLY

Posted on August 29, 2007 by The Editors

Our friends don t know it, but in addition to my husband Jay, I enjoy having sex with other men sometimes even more than one at a time. Jay doesn t mind at all. In fact, it really turns him on when I relate all the juicy details.

When I m extremely horny, I ll drive around in our van in search of respectable looking and presumably willing male participants. If the weather is warm, I ll wear a flimsy little dress. If it s cold, I ll wear a long coat over a flimsy little dress.

It was roasting on this particular summer day when, for the first time, my equally horny husband decided to come along for the ride. We set off for the suburbs, north of where we live, in search of a few men to cool off my hot and bothered body.

We drove along a winding road and came upon a lovely neighborhood. Loud music and the distinct smell of food grilling on a barbecue lured us to a large colonial on the corner of a long block. Cars crowded both sides of the street, and people had poured out onto the front lawn. This was perfect. It looked like there were so many guests, no one would ever know we didn t belong. We parked around the corner and walked toward the barbecue, all but certain that we d find a couple of men eager to stuff their throbbing cocks into me while Jay watched. We couldn t wait.

I was looking good in my flimsy summer dress lots of my toned, tanned flesh showing and I got more than my share of stares. This would be easy. I pulled my long, silky blonde hair forward and to one side because it makes me look even sexier. We walked around to the back where we were greeted by a trio of attractive drinking buddies. Hey, look who s here, one of them joked, shaking Jay s hand. Don t tell me. You re friends of Tony s, right? We all laughed. I didn t know what the joke was, but I knew why Jay and I were laughing. My search had ended even before it had begun!

I was completely content with these guys and with the obvious bulges in their shorts. Each time we burst out in laughter, I nonchalantly rubbed up against the one standing closest to me, touching his arm. Jay could tell I was itchin for action and excused himself. I knew he would meet us in the van because we had planned it that way.

The thought of being fucked by these three new cocks in front of my husband made my pussy wet. I had to have them now. I have a joint in my van, anyone smoke? I asked. They all nodded and eagerly followed me around the corner. I opened the van door to a nicely air conditioned interior. Our van is great for sex because it s roomy and custom plush. Jay was sitting in the driver s seat. Come on in, he said. I think the three buddies were surprised to see Jay already there, but they relaxed as soon as he lit up.

The joint was passed around until each of us had taken a toke. The guy I had been rubbing up against at the barbecue was sitting next to me in the back. The other two guys sat across from us, and when I slowly uncrossed my legs, their jaws dropped open. You see, I was pantyless. Relishing their eyes on my bare pussy, I spread my legs and began to finger myself for them. You should have seen the looks on their faces!

One of the guys looked at my smiling husband, who said, Have fun. Don t mind me.

I removed my finger from my pussy and slid it into my seat partner s mouth, then kissed him passionately. His hands wandered underneath my short skirt to my eager pussy. His fingers felt good, but I wanted the others to join in now, so I removed his hand and invited the other two guys over. One knelt before me, the other unbuttoned my dress to get at my bare breasts. I love being the center of attention, and that was certainly the case now as I was making out with one guy while another tongued my pussy and yet another sucked and squeezed my breasts.

Really hot now, I began to rub my seat partner s cock through his shorts. Squeezing him, I leaned closer and whispered hotly, I want you to fuck me with this. Then, for my husband s ears, I said in a louder voice, Fuck my pussy.

The three of them rotated like a volleyball team. My seat partner put me on my back and then pulled down his shorts. His thick cock looked like the extra thick dildo I play with at home. Lowering himself onto me, he slid deep into my pussy and began thrusting like a wild man.

Talk to me, he pleaded. Evidently he liked my dirty talk.

That s it, fuck me like I should be fucked, I cried out. Give it to me hard! At the same time, I felt one of my nipples being pulled at by one guy while the other guy masturbated over my face as he watched the action. I couldn t see Jay, but I knew he had to be masturbating, too.

Now my seat partner turned fucking partner stuck his finger in my mouth and then wormed it up my asshole while continuing to pump me. I squirmed with pleasure and cried out as I exploded in orgasm. Simultaneously, my fucking partner and the one masturbating over me came, shooting hot come inside my pussy and into my mouth.

One of the three guys still hadn t gotten off and was aching to. I could tell because he was stroking his cock and giving me this What about me, baby? look, so I went down on him. I don t think he had ever been deep throated before because when I took him in fully, he cried, Oh, my God, oh, oh, and then tensed and came, holding onto my head for dear life.

I finally made eye contact with Jay, who looked like he needed some attention. He had his stiff cock out of his shorts and was stroking himself. We have to help Jay, I said. My husband looked at me surprised, thinking he was only there to watch. I talked one of the guys into sucking off my husband while the other two pleasured me close up. The guy who had masturbated over my face knelt before Jay and wrapped his lips around Jay s throbbing cock. I watched for a moment. The guy was really enjoying this sucking Jay hard. The scene almost made me cream on the spot!

Now I got down on all fours and the other two guys took turns doing me doggy style. Yeah, fuck me in front of my husband, I said, as I approached orgasm. Jay beat me to it, though, clenching his cocksucker s head between his hands, moaning, and then exploding inside the guy s mouth. That s all I needed to send me over the edge.

Shortly thereafter, we bid the three buddies a fond farewell and took the short route home for a little one on one. The last thing my husband said before I straddled his face was, Let s do that again sometime.

Ms. K.T., Virginia

ATTAINING FUN RELATED GOALS AN EXECUTIVE COUPLE S SEXY GUIDE TO RELIEVING STRESS

Posted on August 29, 2007 by The Editors

My wife Trish, an extremely attractive woman in her mid thirties, and I have been married for eleven years and began reading Variations about two years ago. Trish believed that most of the letters are made up because of some of the incredible experiences that we read about. The letters that turn me on the most are about wives who have sex with other men. Trish knows this well from the dog eared pages and she began to indulge me in the most wonderful way when we started our goal setting game.

You see, we are both busy executives with very stressful jobs. One of our job requirements is to complete corporate quarterly goals for our respective companies. One day we got to talking about how stressful it was to fulfill our imposed company goals and how little time we had for fun. We decided to set personal fun related goals that we would work to accomplish as fervently as our corporate objectives. We agreed to write down our pleasure related goals. At the end of each quarter we would rate each other s performance.

At first, Trish s goals were very timid. For instance, she would decide to eat lunch at three new restaurants or have a drink at two new bars or have a massage. The real fun started when she set a goal to go to a male strip show by herself. Now this really piqued my interest!

On the night of her outing, she dressed in a very sexy little black dress and high heels. She was absolutely stunning when she walked out the door and I knew men would get instant hard ons when they saw her. During the evening I was beside myself with anticipation, wondering about the results of this exciting goal of hers. As soon as Trish walked in the door, I could tell the evening had not been disappointing.

She told me that after a few drinks she stroked the cocks of several dancers until they were begging to shoot their loads in her hand. Then, following the dance show, she met a professional hockey player and, after some sexy conversation, took him into a stall in the men s room. His cock was the largest she d ever seen, she said, and extremely thick. She proceeded to stroke it until he shot a massive load all over her hands while fingering her wet pussy. She then spread his come all over her tits and chest, kissed him passionately and left the bar.

As I looked at my wife s beautiful breasts, I noticed come on the front of her dress. The sex we had that night was incredible as I sucked on her breasts and reveled in how sopping wet her pussy was. She even began jerking me off in her sleep later. We were only in the second quarter of setting pleasure related objectives and we were off to a fabulous start.

On another occasion, Trish met a man from England at a nightclub. As I watched, she took him into the men s room. Later, she told me that she sucked his large cock and then allowed him to fuck her until he came inside her. Once home, we had incredible sex as I ate my wife s freshly screwed pussy and then fucked her, adding my come to that she d received from a strange man. Trish now loves to dirty dance at local nightclubs and kiss strange men until their cocks are about to burst through their trousers.

The best was just three days ago when Trish met her objective to rendezvous with a former client. They had agreed to meet in the lounge of a nearby hotel for drinks. Afterward, she rented a room and Trish sucked him with sluttish abandon and then came home to me for more of the same. Once again I loved hearing the details of her adventure and relished the incredible taste and feel of my wife after this sultry sexual encounter.

Our goal setting game has reduced the stress in our lives and has provided us with even greater closeness and love than we had before. While sex with Trish has always been excellent, our lovemaking now is much more frequent, passionate and fulfilling. Our communication is totally honest not to mention more interesting.

My recommendation for those couples who may want to consider playing our game is to first establish a sound and solid relationship and then set and meet small, unpressured goals. From there things will happen naturally.

While the goals that I have established and met have been interesting and fun, I receive more satisfaction from my lovely wife and her sexual encounters. My ultimate goal is to have Trish suck and fuck another man in my presence. I would love to join in and watch the joy on Trish s face as she pleasures herself with two cocks at once.

Mr. D.L., New York

I DO! SAYS YOUNG BRIDE WHEN ASKED IF SHE LOVES FELLATIO

Posted on August 28, 2007 by The Editors

Walt and I were married last June. He’s twenty seven and I’m twenty four. Our relatives and friends all say that we make the perfect couple, and secretly we agree. For not only do we have mutual interests, health and fitness among them, but we are sexually super compatible. We’re a high energy couple who could, if challenged, probably fuck around the clock. In fact, we came close to doing just that on our honeymoon!

One of the reasons we’re so good together is that we both love oral sex, giving and receiving it. Next to having Walt’s head between my legs with his face mashed against my pussy, his tongue and lips doing all sorts of magical things to me down there, I can’t think of anything that delights me more than sucking on his big beautiful cock. And, if I say so myself, I give great head.

I like to tease Walt by saying that he fell in love with me the first time I went down on him, which was on our second date. He, in turn, says that for me it was love at first bite the first time he bit down gently on my clitoris and sent me through the roof with a mind clouding orgasm. Discovering our mutual passion for oral sex simply enhanced our already strong feelings for each other.

Together with my ability for fellatio, it’s my enthusiasm for the act that excites Walt no end. He knows I’m not faking it when I go after his cock like a wild woman, moaning around it, stuffing every blessed inch of it into my mouth. I truly, truly love the feel and taste of his cock. In fact, just thinking about sucking my husband off is enough to get my juices flowing.

The other day, for instance, I was doing my housework in the nude, as usual, when I started thinking about our upcoming one year anniversary and the extra special blowjob I wanted to give Walt as one of his gifts. In no time my pussy was dripping, and I had to stop what I was doing and masturbate to orgasm on the living room couch. Somewhere between the time I started fingering my clit and the explosive orgasm I had while envisioning Walt’s pulsating cock spilling semen down my throat, I decided to give my husband a sample of what I had planned for him on our anniversary.

I met him at the door that night wearing nothing but a smile and led him directly to his easy chair, where I removed his shoes and then crawled into his lap. What’s the occasion, baby? he asked, working a hand down between my legs to cup my moist pussy. I told Walt the occasion was next week and that this was merely a preview of things to come. I think I’m going to be the one to come, he quipped.

After some playful kissing, I slithered off Walt’s lap and then, kneeling before him, had him stand so I could take down his pants. As he stood with his pants bunched around his ankles, my tongue playfully swiped at his cock through his bikini style briefs. Then, opening wide, I mouthed his bulge, making like I wanted to take big chunks out of it. Finally, I peeled his skimpy underpants down to expose the object of my affection.

I watched that beautiful hunk of meat continue to swell in my hand like some kind of small animal coming awake before my eyes. Pursing my lips, I gave the cockhead a little kiss, then another, before lifting the shaft up so I could trail my tongue along the sensitive underside. Walt shivered a little. Oh, baby, that feels nice, he said, stroking my shoulder.

Holding Walt’s cock flat up against his belly, I swabbed his lovely balls with my tongue and then sucked hard on each one as Walt hummed with pleasure. After a while, I licked my way back to the bulbous crown of his cock, which was fully erect now and protruding proudly from his loins.

After scooping up a drop of pre come that had formed at the tip, I curled my lips around the head and sucked gently, gradually working my way down the delicious stalk of flesh until only an inch or so remained in view. Go get it, baby, my husband groaned. Take it all for me.

I did, relaxing my throat muscles so I could take in the rest of his pulsing erection. Walt moaned in gratitude as he placed both hands on my head to hold me in place for a moment. When he relaxed his grip, I drew back and then took him into my mouth again, repeating this until I had established a nice smooth sucking rhythm. Oh, babe, you’re the best, my husband said in a voice thickened by passion. The absolute best.

A few minutes later, Walt again put my head in the gentle vise of his strong hands, holding it still as his cock sawed in and out of my mouth. I love being on my knees with him fucking my face it makes me feel so wonderfully submissive. Reaching down between my legs, I began stroking myself, one finger quickly finding my aroused clitoris. With my free hand I pinched my nipples, and all the while Walt was stretching my jaw with the thickness of his sawing shaft.

I was taken by surprise when Walt suddenly pulled his cock from my mouth, but then I realized he was close to coming and wanted to prolong the pleasure. I had him turn around and, while he calmed down, I lovingly licked his firm asscheeks, once running my tongue down the length of his crack to his asshole. Then I had him turn to face me and got to my feet. He looked puzzled.

I just had an idea, I said. Step out of your pants and briefs.

As Walt complied with my request, I positioned myself in his easy chair upside down, with my ass and legs against the back cushion and my head dangling over the end of the seat cushion. This was something we hadn’t done in a while.

Oh, yeah, I like it, my husband said happily. Moments later, having placed his hands on the armrests for support, he was leaning over me and fucking my mouth. I brought my hands up to cup his buttocks as he slid his cock clear down my throat in easy, graceful motions, his balls flopping against my nose with each downward stroke. Soon, though, I took one hand away and brought it to my pussy. Once again I was fingering my love button, but this time I wouldn’t stop until I came.

That time wasn’t long in coming, either. Wiggling like an eel in the chair, I blasted off just seconds before Walt pulled his cock from my mouth to begin spilling his creamy goodness all over my face. Walt comes more than any man I’ve ever known, which I find very exciting, and so by the time he stopped spurting, my face was practically covered with semen. My cheeks were streaked with it, gobs of it rested on my lips, and some of it had begun dribbling down my chin and onto my neck. With some effort, I maneuvered around in the chair so I was sitting properly in it and then licked my husband clean. Then, pooped, I fell back into the chair with a heavy sigh.

That was great, baby, Walt said, dropping to his knees and planting a loving kiss on my tummy.

Yes, it had been good, I thought. But how was I going to top it for our anniversary? It wouldn’t be easy, but a little voice in the back of my head said, Trust me, Kathy. You’ll think of something. And I knew that little voice was right.

Ms. K.A., Kentucky

OF A LATIN LOVER AND THE CUNNILINGAL MAGIC HE PERFORMS

Posted on August 28, 2007 by The Editors

I don’t know what it is about Latino men, but they are the best lovers especially when it comes to oral sex. Even though I’m not Latino, I’ll only date Latino men because they know exactly how to give me the pleasure I want without my having to say a word. My current boyfriend, Franco, is like an animal in heat just the way I like em. The thing I like best about Franco is his talented tongue. We’ll often end up at my place after a night out, and he’ll be all over me before I can get the key in the door. Once inside the apartment, he absolutely ravishes me.

Last week we went to a nightclub. Dancing is like foreplay for us, and it isn’t long before we get all worked up and have to rush home. Franco loves my thin and shapely body, so I wear clothes that accentuate my best parts, like the crotchless bodysuit I had on that night. My strawberry blonde hair was pulled up in a big barrette with long wisps falling at the sides careless, but glamorous. Franco and I were dancing close and furious, our hot bodies rubbing up against each other. We knew it was our last dance of the night.

Horny as hell, we rushed back to my apartment. Franco’s hands were grabbing my asscheeks tightly as I fumbled with my keys. As soon as the door shut behind us, Franco was pressed up against me, his hands snaking up my skirt, fingers scouting my pussy flesh. From behind me, he kissed my jaw, his hot breath traveling down my neck to my shoulders. Then he swung me around and pinned me up against the foyer wall, kissing me madly. I love the way he takes charge!

I knew what was next my cunt was aching for it. Franco knelt before me, spread my legs wide and took a deep whiff of my scent through the opening in my bodysuit. Parting my pussy lips with his fingers, he went in for the kill. He was hungry and licked greedily at my quivering fruit. His slurping sounds and sighs made me weak in the knees, and I had to throw one leg over his shoulder for support.

My lover was licking me the way I love to be licked madly. I held his chiseled jaw in one hand and ran the fingers of my other hand through his long black hair. He knew he could send me over the edge at any moment, but he held off, wanting to prolong my pleasure. He slithered his magical tongue along every inch of my pink flesh, stopping every few seconds to suck on my clitoris. Every time he let go of my sensitive button, I went crazy and he knew it. I let him get away with it the first couple of times, but when he started to pull away again, I held his head in place and ground down. He lapped me to a wonderful orgasm.

Standing, Franco shoved his slippery tongue down my throat. I tasted my nectar as I reached for his stiff cock. I love Franco’s cock. It’s big, dark and so alive. Sometimes I think it really does have a mind of its own. I’ve even named it Speedy Gonzales, for the short time it takes Franco to come. I pulled Speedy out of Franco’s underwear, rubbing it up and down. My lover’s cock was hot and throbbing. Eager for it in my mouth, I went down on him. Franco likes it when I make sounds while I’m sucking and licking him, so I did, and then some.

Mmm, you have such a tasty cock, I whispered hotly. Ooh, shoot your hot load into my mouth, lover.

Dios Mio! Franco moaned. He responds in Spanish only when we’re having sex. I understand very little, in the sense that I cannot translate word for word, but I can certainly tell when he loves what I’m doing to him and is encouraging me. I find the Spanish language so sexy, and when Franco speaks to me in his native tongue, I suck him harder, and then he says more to me. Communication is definitely not a problem in our relationship.

Franco was rambling as I moved up and down on his hot cock. I heard him say Chup me! and I sucked even harder. His cock throbbed in my mouth, and in an instant, hot come was filling it. I swallowed Franco’s cream just as fast as he shot it into me, yummy ribbon after yummy ribbon.

Exhausted, we made it to my bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Franco was extremely affectionate as he held me tight and told me that he loved me before we fell asleep.

Sometime later, I awoke to the feel of Franco’s tongue bathing my pussy. What a glorious way to be woken up! This time he went slowly I guess he didn’t want to shock me awake. I pulled down the sheet to watch him do his thing between my legs it turns me on to watch him eat me. I held my legs wide apart as his talented tongue stroked the length of my slit, then darted in and out me. I love to see his face glisten with my cunt juice.

Knowing I was fully awake now, Franco picked up his licking speed and burrowed in. The tip of his nose was giving me unbelievable clitoral stimulation. I shuddered and came all over my man’s face.

Then Franco raised himself into a kneeling position to show me his stiff cock. He looked so sexy as he masturbated. Stick it in my mouth, I begged. He crawled toward me, straddling my face and then lowering his cock into my waiting mouth. While I sucked him, I stroked his asscheeks with my fingernails he loves that. Then I slowly wiggled a finger up his tight asshole and fucked him. He held his asscheeks open for me, rocking back and forth.

After a while I pulled my mouth from Franco’s cock. Rubbing it against my face, I said, I want you to come all over my face. In no time, he was blasting my lips, cheeks and chin with stream after stream of creamy semen. I licked my lips sensually, savoring the sweet taste of his come. That was wonderful, I told him. Why don’t we go dancing again, tomorrow night?

Ms. P.G., Florida

WHY FOOTING THE BILL FOR HIS OWN BIRTHDAY PRESENT WAS SO MUCH FUN

Posted on August 27, 2007 by The Editors

I turned thirty years old yesterday and decided to give myself something I had wanted for years a professional pedicure. I am an avid foot fan. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been attracted to the female foot. I also derive a great deal of pleasure from having my feet touched and usually try to include the foot in my foreplay.

I made an evening appointment in the city because it’s difficult to find a place out here that does pedicures. Throughout the day I had great difficulty concentrating on work the thought of a woman lavishing attention on my feet was driving me crazy.

I arrived at the salon just before eight o’clock and was greeted by Debbie, a petite strawberry blonde. She ushered me into a room with a few chairs and a massage table and then excused herself. She returned with a foot bath and placed it in front of me. I bent down to untie my shoes but Debbie pushed my hands away, saying, Just relax and let me do all the work. She said she was going to let me soak for a while and would be back. She dimmed the lights and put on some soft music.

About fifteen minutes later, she returned and dried my feet. Then she directed me onto the table, adjusting it so I could sit up. Just then another woman peeked in the door. She asked Debbie if she could leave early because her husband was having car trouble. Debbie said okay and then excused herself again. By now I was doing everything to keep the erection in my pants from being obvious.

Debbie returned, this time explaining that she had decided to lock up since I was her last client. Why don’t you loosen your tie and relax, she said with the cutest smile. I followed her instructions. She pulled a chair up to the end of the table and sat at my feet. If you don’t mind, she said, I’m going to get comfortable myself. With that, she kicked off her heels. Now let’s begin, she said with a sigh of relief, leaving me to stare at her exquisite discarded shoes on the floor.

Ever had a pedicure before? Debbie asked.

No, this is my first, I stammered, A birthday present for myself.

She looked over my feet and asked if I had any medical problems. Nice feet, she commented. I nervously thanked her. You seem a little tense. I explained that I felt a little embarrassed. She reassured me that manicures and pedicures were common for men. I immediately felt more at ease, and without hesitation, she clipped my toenails and filed them.

I could feel my cock tighten each time she grabbed my toes. Tickle? Debbie queried.

Just a little, I giggled nervously. I’m not used to someone playing with my toes.

But it does feel good, doesn’t it? Debbie went on to say that she loved to get her feet done. It’s such a great feeling, I can’t describe it. Now this is the best part. She creamed up her hands, and as she began to caress my foot, I started to pray that I wouldn’t come in my pants. I tried to remain composed and closed my eyes. However, I couldn’t help but let out a little moan. Great, isn’t it? Debbie said. All I could do was smile and nod my head.

I could feel my eruption nearing with each stroke of her hand. I thought of excusing myself and heading for the bathroom, but the sensation was too wonderful. Debbie seemed to know every little pleasure point in my foot. I’m sure my moans were increasing in quantity and magnitude.

When Debbie began to work on my other foot, I thought for sure I would lose it. Apparently, she was aware of my condition. She grinned and said, You’re really getting into this, aren’t you? I felt my face flush red with embarrassment and attempted to chalk it up to this being my first time. To my surprise, Debbie said, Hey, it happens to me. Some of us get off having our feet rubbed. Before I could get up enough courage to respond, she stood up and helped me pull off my pants, exposing my cock.

Debbie returned to her seat and began to magically assault my feet. I quickly grabbed my hard cock and stroked it. Within minutes I exploded into orgasm. Debbie continued massaging my soles and caressing my toes as I regained my composure. She handed me some tissues and commented, Looks like you needed that. I simply grinned, slightly embarrassed but satisfied.

As I paid her for my treatment, she asked me when I wanted to come back. I made another appointment for next month. I handed her a tip and kissed her hand. Thanks, it was wonderful, I said.

Do you have to go? she asked. Not right away, I said. She handed me back the tip and said, How about a foot rub instead? I could really use one.

Somewhat stunned, I followed her back into the room and she removed her pantyhose and pushed herself up onto the table. As I expected, she had the sexiest feet, beautifully pedicured with fire engine red nail polish. I began nervously running my hands all over her peds. She sighed in pleasure. I quickly began to stroke her soles, paying careful attention to the balls of her feet.

Debbie was in heaven, eyes closed, moaning in ecstasy. As her hand snaked between her legs, I picked up the pace. As she ascended to climax, my fingers and then my tongue ravished her toes. Soon she was rigid in orgasm, a look of the sweetest pleasure on her face as she sighed rapturously. She looked so beautiful sitting there, her skirt bunched around her waist and her hand still clamped over her pussy.

I had really gotten lucky. Not only had I been treated to a marvelous pedicure for my birthday, but I had shared my passion for feet with a beautiful young woman. I can hardly wait for my next pedicure.

Mr. R.G., Iowa

A SEXY STRIP SEARCH BY OFFICER MARCIE AND BIRTHDAY BOY IS SOON SPILLING ALL

Posted on August 27, 2007 by The Editors

Nothing much was said about my fortieth birthday by my wife, Christine, other than that we would celebrate later that evening. I figured we would mark the day the same way we had the past five years, which meant dinner at my favorite restaurant followed by a little dancing at a local club. Then it’s back home for a good birthday fuck. I had no idea just how much the birthday tradition was going to change.

It was about time to get ready for the evening’s festivities, so I showered and shaved and went to the bedroom to start dressing. As I entered the room, Christine handed me a small package and a card. I read the birthday card signed with love by my wife and then opened the package. It contained a pair of sheer black bikinis with velcro tabs on both sides. Standing there naked, holding my present, I couldn’t help getting excited. My wife told me to try on the bikinis.

Once I got them on and adjusted them to accommodate my hard on, my wife told me how sexy I looked. She knelt down in front of me, saying she wanted to get a closer look. Pulling the velcro tabs one by one, Christine easily slipped the sheer material from between my legs. My cock was standing straight out now, and without a word my wife took it into her moist mouth and slowly sucked on it. But then she stood up, smiled, said that was enough for now and disappeared into the bathroom to get ready for the evening.

I put the sheer bikinis back on and finished dressing, then went downstairs to the living room to wait for my wife. About forty five minutes later, Christine came downstairs wearing a low cut black sweater, a short black miniskirt and black high heels. She came over to me and we kissed. With her arms around my neck and her breasts pressed against me, I put my hands on her asscheeks and pulled her even closer. I detected the telltale signs of garter belt straps as I gently massaged her ass. My wife knows how much I love it when she wears a garter belt, especially when we are going out for the evening. The feel of the garter belt sent an electric shock to my growing cock as my wife continued to kiss and grind her body into mine.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Christine pulled away from me and went to the front door. A few seconds later she returned with a policewoman, who immediately had me up against a wall, legs spread wide, so she could frisk me. It took me a few seconds to realize that the woman was not a real cop. I had seen this routine before at a bachelor party. I also remembered telling Christine what a turn on it was.

Officer Marcie, as she called herself, told me that her initial search for a weapon was inconclusive and that a strip search was necessary. While holding her fake gun on me, I was ordered to remove my clothing. I quickly complied and in seconds I was standing in front of Officer Marcie with nothing on but my new black bikinis and a hard on bursting at the seams. Officer Marcie told me to slowly turn around so she could see my ass. I was then instructed to bend over and place my hands behind my back, thumbs up. Then I was placed in handcuffs and put in a chair.

During the excitement, I hadn’t noticed that Christine had disappeared into the other room and retrieved the video camera and was taping the whole scene. While Officer Marcie was setting up her music for the big strip tease, Christine stopped videotaping long enough to put the camera on a tripod and fix herself and her friend a drink.

The music started and Officer Marcie began to slowly and suggestively dance in front of me. My wife had positioned the camera so that the dancing of Officer Marcie and my reaction to it could be seen at the same time. Slowly, the kinky cop began to remove her police uniform, which consisted of a gun belt, blouse and skirt. Underneath, Officer Marcie was all woman.

She wore a white lace demi cup bra that exposed the upper half of her nipples. I thought I was going to come when Officer Marcie unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She was wearing a white lace garter belt attached to white lace topped nylons and a white G string. Marcie, who now looked nothing like an officer of the law, was a blonde beauty with a curvaceous figure.

My attention had been so riveted on Marcie, I again hadn’t noticed what my wife was up to. She was apparently as turned on by the show as I was. Christine had removed her sweater and miniskirt and I saw that she had on the same bra, garter belt and lace top nylons as Marcie, except her outfit was in black. I could hardly believe my eyes, nor could I believe that anything could be more exciting than what I was experiencing at that very moment.

The music changed to a slow dance tempo and Marcie, upon seeing Christine rubbing her clitoris, slowly removed my wife’s hand from her G string and brought it up to her mouth so she could suck the pussy juices from her middle finger. Marcie then took my wife’s arms and draped them around her neck while she placed hers around my wife’s waist. Slowly the two women danced to the rhythm of the music, causing me to get even harder as I watched them.

Marcie unclasped Christine’s bra and let it drop to the floor. Christine then removed Marcie’s bra and also let it fall. The two women began grinding their naked breasts and pussies together. My aching cock was begging to be stroked, but my hands were still cuffed behind my back.

The song ended and the two women gave each other a very passionate kiss. Then, finally, Marcie removed my handcuffs. I immediately got down on the floor and told my wife to sit on my cock and Marcie to sit on my face. Christine’s pussy was wetter than wet, and my raging dick slipped deep into her depths. She began to ride her clitoris over my cock slowly until she found just the right spot, and then her movements quickened. Marcie had lowered herself directly onto my mouth and my tongue began to search for her clitoris. The taste of Marcie’s cunt was second only to the taste of my wife’s. Together, the two women rode my face and cock in perfect rhythm.

It wasn’t long before I exploded inside my wife and my tongue brought Marcie to a shrieking orgasm. Within a few moments, my wife shuddered and cried out in total orgasmic delight.

Shortly after Marcie calmed down, she announced that she had to go. After she left, Christine and I went upstairs and crawled into bed. Holding my cock in her hand, my wife wished me a happy birthday and said she hoped I had enjoyed my surprise. I told her it was the best and wondered how I could ever repay her for giving me such pleasure. Well, my wife replied with a grin, my birthday is just two weeks away. Got any ideas?

Mr. A.Q., Missouri

Seductive Dances

Posted on August 26, 2007 by Randi Miller

Dan, my husband, was a regular at the local topless bar. He and his male friends stopped off there two or three times a week after work, eating up the entertainment and washing it down with a few beers. Feeling just a little neglected, I decided to devise a way to encourage Dan to stay home. Now Dan has his own erotic dancer, so he doesn t go out with the guys much anymore.

One evening a few months ago, I asked Dan if he would take me to the topless club. He was pleased and excited by my request. He assured me that it wasn t at all unheard of for a woman to accompany her man into the bar, and that he was looking forward to sharing the experience with me.

What does a woman wear to a topless bar? I had dressed in something conservative (after all, my husband and his friends would be going straight from work), but sexy. I had on a low cut blouse, blazer, tapered skirt and heels. The ensemble looked great on my sleek, curvy figure. I jumped in my car I would be meeting them in front of the bar. On the way there I thought, I m finally going to see what intrigued my husband so much.

The hostess showed us to a quiet table with a clear view of the stage. The room was dark, with lighted mirrors surrounding the dance floor. Cocktail waitress carried trays of drinks, their short skirts barely covering the roundness of their asscheeks. Women wearing even skimpier outfits were sitting at some of the tables, and Dan whispered to me that they were dancers.

A perky blonde named Janie came by to take our order. She was petite but well proportioned, and the black tuxedo costume she wore was glued to her shapely body. Her green eyes sparkled a she welcomed Dan and introduced herself to me. When she brought the drinks, she told us to enjoy the show, and I focused my attention on the stage.

To my surprise, I became quite excited watching the women dance, and I began to wonder how it would feel to dance on a stage in front of all those men, my breasts swinging freely as I moved in rhythm with the beat. I admired how seductively the dancers removed their clothing and imagined myself giving a similar show.

I was incredibly wet by the time Dan and I got home. We jumped into bed, talking about what we d seen. I told him about fantasizing that I was one of those women on stage, exhibiting my wares. In fact I have a similar fantasy in which I am lingerie model on a Paris runway. We kissed and licked each other until our bodies were ready for sex, with the idea of my nudity flaunted before a group of men turning us both on. Dan greedily sucked on my hard nipples, then slid his cock into my eager pussy. He stroked me firmly, his long, hard shaft wrenching moans of delight from my throat. Our fantasy brought us to a fiery orgasm, and we amazed ourselves with our heat.

I secretly practiced in front of the mirror for weeks before presenting my erotic act to Dan. I danced through three songs, stripping a little more each time, moving my hands all over my body. I squeezed my breasts and wiggled my ass as I leaned toward the mirror, inspecting my latest work. I bent over stretching while I slipped my panties down my thighs and off my naked body. I practiced my choreography until my dance steps were perfected.

I also worked on a private fashion show of my sexy lingerie. First, something that covered most of me, with high heels to show off my shapely legs. Next, a sexy black bra and a pair of crotchless panties. Finally, no bra and a G string, which I would soon remove.

I got so hot during my practice sessions, I couldn t keep my fingers off my little pink button. I teased myself at first, my swollen clitoris a constant reminder of the fun I was planning for Dan and me. Finally, I gave in to the temptation to make myself come. Wearing only my garter belt and stockings, I imagined I was dancing for an audience of screaming men. I played with my tender spot, letting the crowd gather close as I neared the peak. I moaned and spread my legs wider, gyrating wildly as my body trembled. The audience stood to salute my performance, and I accepted their applause with a bow.

I knew my performance wasn t as flamboyant as the real strippers, but I really thought Dan would enjoy the show. If it was having this effect on me, surely my husband would end up with a rock hard cock. I was ready to try it out on him.

That night I prepared a special dinner and told Dan to get ready for a surprise. I put on the music and changed into my black lace teddy. When the song began, I found him sitting expectantly on the bed. Without delay, I started performing, hoping my moves were as enticing as those of a seasoned topless dancer.

Dan s cock immediately snapped to attention. His eyes were glazed as he looked at me, an expression of lust on his face. He asked if he could play with himself while I danced.

I nodded my agreement as I arched my back and thrust my chest toward him. He gasped, his rigid tool visibly throbbing as my gyrations continued. I slipped the teddy down over my shoulders, and exposed my breasts.

I song ended and I stepped away to undress. Dan sat stroking his hard cock, and I wiggled into the tight bra and panties that showed off my love nest like a bud vase cradling a flower. As the next song started, my hips moved to the beat of the pulsing drums. I bent over in front of Dan, displaying my ass and knowing he could see the lips of my pussy below. He reached out to caress me, but I swiveled away, reminding him that he wasn t allowed to touch the dancing girl.

My hands roamed over my naked breasts. I pinched my nipples and held them out to Dan, his tongue stretching out as he tried to capture the tips. I was offering them to him teasingly, knowing he would play by the rules.

When the music stopped, I refilled Dan s drink and got ready for the next act. The G string was soaked the minute I put it on. I stuck a finger into my juicy cunt, then sucked it softly into my mouth. Dan s hand was quickly rubbing his fully erect cock, and I decided it was time to give him a clear view of my full, round ass.

I delicately extended each leg as I stepped out of the G string. My body bare now, except for a pair of glittery black heels, I closed my eyes and listened only to the vibrating sound of the music. I danced as temptingly as I could, the throbbing in my sex increasing with each step. Dan reached for me and demanded that I satisfy his evident hunger. So I crawled on the bed and straddled his chest.

I sat down firmly on his upright cock. My knees went around his thighs, and my breasts into his mouth, to be kissed by his insistent lips. As my hungry core settled onto his I felt as if I was being sucked into oblivion, like a swimmer carried out to sea by a strong current.

I bounced up and down while my body trembled. Dan s hips tensed as he thrust up deep inside me. Our rhythms matched, our bodies riding the waves as if we were both on the same cruiser.

I screamed only seconds before Dan, then we exploded like a frenzy of fireworks in the 4th of July sky.

All of my practicing had paid off Dan told me I was just as good as the dancers at the club and asked me when my next erotic performance would be. I told him, Soon, and he kissed me tenderly.

A few weeks later, I planned a special getaway for Dan and me. I knew I wanted to dance for him again. I told him to pack a suitcase one Saturday afternoon, indicating only that he should include sexy bedroom attire.

When we drove into the parking lot of a swanky hotel in town, Dan s curiosity was definitely aroused. I dangled a key at him and raced to the room I had earlier prepared for our arrival. A bottle of champagne was chilling on the nightstand, and the fragrance from a bouquet of flowers welcomed us as he opened the door. A small wrapped box was sitting on the desktop, and Dan strode over to inspect it.

I turned on the music and sat down to watch him open the gift. Then, to distract him, I removed my shorts and t shirt to reveal a red lace bra and panties. I crossed my legs and waited while he unwrapped the box.

Inside he found a silver bikini and a black bow tie. I asked him to strip and put them on. When he did he looked sexier than ever. He sat down in a chair, eagerly awaiting my upcoming exhibition.

A sturdy table served as my makeshift stage. I placed my props on the nearby dresser and asked Dan to help me up. I began dancing, delighted that I was already feeling a creamy moistness between my thighs. Just the thought of dancing on the table was making me hot. I spread my legs open to his hungry eyes, and watched as they devoured the glistening morsel I was offering.

I slipped off my bra and panties and picked up the dildo I had brought along. I slid the latex penis into my mouth to moisten it. Then, bending over, I slowly pushed the shaft into my pussy from the rear, feeling it snake its way into my creamy core.

Dancing in front of Dan while pushing the huge, plastic dick up my cunt made my insides melt. He begged me to suck him, and I stepped down to accommodate his desire. Kneeling, I took his swollen member in my mouth and showered it with kisses. The feel of his cock in my throat while I fingered the dildo in my cunt made me want to come. I slicked my tongue up and down his shaft and around his balls.

Suddenly, Dan told me to stop and stood up. I sank onto the bed and watched as he began to move to the music, shyly mimicking the dance steps he had seen the professionals use. He placed his bikini clad ass directly in front of my face, and now I was the one to be warned hands off.

Seeing his hardness covered by the taut shiny cloth made me shiver. I pleasured myself with the dildo while Dan danced. He leaned over to taunt me with his sexy, round cheeks, then put his nipple so close to my lips I wanted to bite it.

Dan had obviously learned plenty from watching the girls perform. His body flowed in all the right places, just like a Chippendale s dancer. He danced until neither of us could stand it any longer, then he removed the dildo from my hand and joined me on the bed.

My pussy was already so hot that he entered me with one thrust. I wrapped my legs around him, clutching him in a tight vise. Our bodies soared with one thought, one motion, and we didn t land until the outer most reaches of our psyche and flesh were satisfied.

Dan and I continued to dance frequently for each other after that. We went to the topless clubs, too, to keep the fantasy alive and pick up new dance tips. Once, during a trip to the ladies room, I asked a dancer how it felt to be on stage. She confided that she worked hard to keep herself in shape, and she thought showing off the results of her efforts was a well deserved reward. I told he about my fantasy, and she suggested I try dancing for a few of my husband s buddies sometime.

The next weekend Dan told me he was hosting a poker party for a friend s birthday. He jokingly assured me there wouldn t be any female entertainment, unless, of course, I wanted to dance. I hesitated at first, but Dan convinced me I was ready for my debut outside our bedroom.

My apprehension soon gave way to unbridled enthusiasm. I purchased new outfits and selected the latest dance music for my routine. Dan happily served as my test audience, and we planned my show with much excitement.

Finally, the evening of the poker party arrived and I kissed Dan and went upstairs to get ready. I played around with my makeup until the designated time, trying to calm my jumbled thoughts. When I decided the moment had really come, I took a deep breath and walked carefully downstairs, and slipped the CD in the player.

The loud, pounding beat from the adjoining room quickly reached the men s ears. They turned toward the door and saw me advancing seductively, wearing heels and a racy little black teddy that left nothing to the imagination.

Dan took a swig of his beer and leaned back. I began to dance slinkily to the music, instantly seizing the attention of all these men. I circled around the table, allowing each man a close up of my curves on display.

The admiration of a half dozen men made me feel like a queen. I twisted and twirled just like one of the dancers at the club. I pretended I was being paid a king s ransom to show off my body.

When the appropriate place in the music came, just as I rehearsed, I walked directly to the table that would be my stage, and Dan helped me up onto it. I could feel all eyes on me as I became one with the music. A glimpse of the men s erections straining against their pants told me they were rocketing along with me.

Dan was the first to unleash his stiff cock. He started jacking off, his eyes smoldering with desire. I caressed my body, my hands moving in tandem as I played. I hoped that soon the others would be stroking themselves, too, sharing with Dan and me a night we would never forget.

I felt so powerful as I watched the expressions on their faces. I watched them looking at my legs, my tits and ass, knowing I possessed the ability to render them weak with passion. I was startled from my reverie when the guest of honor stuck a dollar bill in my panties.

Dan, you didn t tell us you were going to have entertainment, he said.

Dan looked up and me and grinned.

As the music heated up, I danced, imagining cock after cock coming inside me. A river was raging through my body, sweeping me downstream to ecstasy. I saw Dan pumping his dick with abandon, and eagerly accepted his invitation to place my lips over it.

I grew wetter knowing Dan s friends were watching. One of them asked if we were into sharing, and Dan said no, but said they were welcome to enjoy the show. They gathered around us, a drop of Dan s juice dribbled down to my breasts. His hips pressed forward with a jolt, and he lost his cock inside my soft mouth.

One of the men moaned. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw erect penises, covered by their owners hands. I rubbed my dripping pussy as I sucked Dan s huge cock my clitoris was aching for attention. I moved a finger on it, gently flicking the rigid tip.

I stopped myself before I reached the brink, then placed my finger just inside my tight hole. I concentrated on giving Dan the best blowjob he had ever had. However, my aching cunt wouldn t let me be, so I thrust my finger into my hole until I drifted over the edge. Mid orgasm, Dan shot his creamy load into my mouth, and I sucked it all down. Dan s friend s came in unison with us, one even giving us a standing ovation as his cock jetted come.

Afterward, Dan s friends thanked him for one hell of a poker night. I went upstairs, stepped out of my high heels and put on a robe, and came back to wish them all a safe drive home. Dan carried me to the couch, and kissed my body tenderly as I lay resting.

You were fantastic tonight, he said.

I didn t have to respond. It had been an incredible evening. Now, though, I wanted to feel my husband s cock filling up my waiting pussy.

I stroked him until her was ready to enter me. He moved on top of me, covering me completely with his muscular body. I tightened my legs around him, grinding our bodies together. He pumped in and out of me relentlessly, pounding like the tide devouring an ocean shore.

My cunt enveloped him. We were drenched in sweat, bucking to the sound of our private song. Then Dan filled me up, sweetly, completely, and we spent the night entwined in each other s arms.

My dream had come true. I was an erotic dancer on a stage, luring men to ecstasy as they drooled over my sexy body. Best of all, I was enjoying all of this with my husband, who was encouraging me to explore the deepest crevices of my sexual imagination.

Every now and then, Dan invites a few friends over, and I give them a private showing. It s great exercise for body and mind, and it keeps our sex life exciting.

Lips of Love

Posted on August 25, 2007 by Alexandra Phillips

As a younger woman, I found that sex was not nearly as exciting as I had hoped it would be, until I discovered the pleasures of oral sex. Now, I must admit, sex has become wonderful and fellatio is my favorite activity. Yet that very proper sounding word fellatio barely describes the succulent sexual act that I so thoroughly enjoy.

I was fortunate to have grown up with all the comforts a young woman could want. I went to the best schools, knew the right people, had it made. This was the upper crust life in Connecticut with what my mother loved to call a proper upbringing, everything nice and tidy. Sheltered, ordered and boring was more like it.

That may explain why I took to oral sex with such total abandon. Everything in my life seemed to be so clean cut. It seemed as if every step of my life was planned for me, like fate. There were no surprises, which meant little spontaneity, no joie de vivre. Even the boys I dated in college were respectful of me. They treated me more as a potential wife than a horny young coed. Not that I m unattractive. I am five feet eight inches tall ,with long chestnut colored hair. I have a trim waist and nice legs, I think. My breasts are ample and have lovely nipples that point up. I was tagged a looker by the guys. Yet it seemed my family s royal like reputation kept them just looking. It was really kind of awful! I didn t realize how awful until I met Bob.

I had seen him around campus a few times. He was captain of the lacrosse team and always seemed to be surrounded by people. He was the stereotypical big, dumb blond who rarely bothered with the likes of a Sigma Phi girl like me. So, I was quite surprised a few years later when we ran into each other at a party, and he remembered me.

For all his good looking but not so bright appearance, Bob had just completed his Masters in Science. He had returned home to seek a job in the dwindling world of research. Yet he still had a wild sort of look about him and, I must say, I was taken by him.

We ended up together talking about mutual friends and laughing about our warped misconceptions of each other. It was really some of the most fun I d had in a long time. After a few glasses of wine, I was feeling a little horny. Bob was thrilling me with wild stories but then stopped to kiss me. I kissed him back. When he asked if I would like to go out with him, I replied that I would very much. He got up to go, and I realized he meant right then. Leave with him right this minute! I giggled at my own naiv te but followed him to his car and off we went. We drove to the Round Lake where he parked and pulled me closer to him. I responded by resting my hands on his shoulders and meeting his kiss. We twisted and turned tongues and began to feel each other s body. It was kind of adolescent to be parked in a car like that, but I was very turned on. His large muscular body pressed firmly against mine as his hands and lips explored my body.

He kissed my neck and caressed my breasts. His short blond hair tickled my chin as he took one of my rosy nipples in his mouth. I squeezed his muscular thigh and lightly crossed my hand over his crotch. His bulge was pounding, and I held it firmly in my hand.

He continued working on my breasts and sneaked a hand under my skirt. Inching a finger inside my panties, he traced along my labia. I was moist, and his finger had no trouble gaining entry. In fact, I wiggled out of my panties and let them fall around one ankle.

With his free hand, Bob released his penis from She confines of his pants, and it swung out like a mast on a yardarm. I took hold of it, my hand seemingly shrinking as I struggled to surround its girth. I stroked it slowly, cautiously, amazed at its width. Bob was doing incredibly magic things inside my pussy, causing me to become dizzy and sway. As my head fell to his chest, he asked, Do you suck?

His finger tickled my clitoris. My head swam. I felt a little burst of heat across my cheeks. I was coming. I heard the question and it embarrassed me, but it was like a revelation when he asked me. I admit I was naive, but I was no virgin. It was just that no other man had ever even asked me.

My orgasm left me fuzzy, yet the thought was still clear. Yes . . . yes. I do want to suck on this big cock of yours. I lowered my head into his lap and took the tip of his penis into my mouth. It tasted salty and kind of funny, but I liked it. I wasn t actually sure what to do at first, but Bob helped me. Yeah, use your tongue. Lick the head, he panted.

I did as instructed. I licked the head of his cock with my tongue and wrapped my lips tightly around the shaft. I poked the tip of my tongue into his little slit and pushed back his curtain with my lips. I swabbed the length of his cock with my tongue and saliva began to drip down my chin.

Let me pump it a little bit, baby, he whispered.

His hips began to move, and I held onto his cock, keeping my jaw in place so I wouldn t lose him as he began stroking. I held onto the base, and he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. My jaw was stretched to its limit, but I persevered and tried to keep sucking.

I loved the feel of all that force going in and out of my mouth. Bob s cock was slick and hot and felt wonderful as it skied across my tongue. There was something light hearted and carefree about sucking cock. I loved it. I wanted to suck and suck and keep Bob happy and panting all night.

I was so turned on by the sensation of this large cock in my mouth, I hadn t even considered what to do when he came. Then I heard Bob say, I m going to come, and the next thing I knew a hot gush of thick cream spurted into my mouth. His come scorched my tongue, and the sensation drove me wild. I swallowed quickly, ready for the next shot. He squirted again, and a third time, and I drank all I could.

His orgasm subsided, and I licked the length of his slightly softened organ and sat up. My lips and chin were wet with a mixture of saliva and come. I leaned back in the car seat and laughed. A wonderful, happy, full laugh. Cocksucking was simply the most fun I had ever had.

From that moment, I was hooked on fellatio. It was the antithesis of all those white gloved luncheons that I attended as a young woman with my mother in order that I would practice pouring the tea before dessert. Those debutante spectacles that I was led to believe were the height of excitement for a young woman have often crossed my mind as I parted my lips to take in some big, sweaty cock.

Bob and I continued to date, and I never tired of taking his big dick in my mouth and sucking it, enjoying it for the adult lollipop that it was. I practiced various techniques of swabbing and licking and downing his cock until I felt truly accomplished. Through months of persistence and practice, I was able to overcome my gag reflex and take the swollen girth of his cock down my throat. It was an ordeal at first, with Bob being so thick. Yet as I wiled away the evenings, stroking his cock to orgasm inside my mouth, I realized Bob wanted it to go further inside me. So little by little I began to relax my throat, drop my jaw and let my face be fucked. The first time I was able to do this, Bob responded by shooting one of the biggest loads of cream he had ever delivered into my waiting mouth. It was incredible!

Although we did have straight sex, I never felt satisfied until I gave Bob a blowjob and tasted his come. I would respond very quickly with my own orgasm when I had his cock in my mouth or had just swallowed his come.

There was also something particularly quirky about sucking Bob s cock when he still had his pants on. It added to the notion that I was doing something really wanton and naughty. I loved it that way!

Unfortunately, Bob got a job in research and moved to Seattle, leaving me without a playmate. Although I cared for Bob and missed him greatly, it was his cock that I missed the most. I had become addicted to cocksucking and couldn t stand the thought of going nights without a good sweet taste.

I passed the days looking at men, sizing them up and wondering what they would say if I flat out asked them, Would you like a blowjob? I fantasized about several men I knew pulling them aside, unzipping their trousers, taking their soft pricks in my mouth and feeling them harden . . . sucking them until they exploded in my mouth. Then, smiling sweetly, with their hot come still on my breath, I would say, Thanks, I needed that!

I never got to that point though, as interesting as it might have seemed. Instead, I met Harris. Harris was a freewheeling entrepreneur with his own business and goals. Aside from his acute business sense, he is ruggedly handsome and well known and well liked in the community. He has dark curly hair with just a whisper of distinguishing silver. Tall, with broad shoulders and a trim muscular body, he has a thick mustache and dark brown eyes.

The first time I met him, I had a distinct hankering to suck his cock. Unfortunately, he was whisked away by some men who wanted to pick his brain on a new office development, and I didn t see him again that night.

The next time I saw him, I didn t give him a chance to get away. I went right up to him and introduced myself again. Smiling, he said he remembered me. We chatted amicably for several minutes, and I knew he was undressing me with his deep, dreamy eyes.

There s something I would like to talk to you about but it s a little

A little strained in here? he interjected. Why don t we go someplace quiet where we can speak freely.

I wasn t bad at flirting, and Harris was obviously interested, so off we went in his Porsche. He offered to take me to a bar but also confided that he had the best view in the town from his condo, if I so desired. I so desired.

I had never been so hot for a man before. As we raced along, I checked out his long legs and the strong bulge settled between them. My mouth was watering for his cock, and I knew I wouldn t last long without it. As soon as we hit the door to his condo, I touched his shoulder and he turned and kissed me.

You re very beautiful, he said.

He dimmed the lights, put Debussy on the CD player, made two scotch and sodas and sat on the sofa next to me. He put his arm around me and stared into my eyes. Now what is it you want to tell me? he asked.

The air sizzled, teeming with electricity. I was so hungry for cock I felt dizzy. I tried to speak but could only manage an awkward half sentence. Harris, I would like to . . . I had never thrown myself at a man before, but Harris was no ordinary man. We kissed . . . a long, languorous union of lips. I broke away and unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his neck and all the way down his chest. When I reached his navel my head was resting on his hard mound, and I knew I could wait no longer. I unzipped his fly, freed his cock and went down on it in a heartbeat.

His cock was a magnificent column of white male strength. Harris was circumcised, and the head of his cock was like a large, pale plum. I had never seen a cockhead that was so large. I spent several minutes just squeezing my lips tightly around it and sucking and licking that delightful big knob. I traced the underside of his mushroom like head with the tip of my tongue. I rolled my tongue around it and inhaled, lusting for the taste of his seed. I explored the contours and hills and valleys of his delicious cock.

Harris was not as thick as Bob, but he was much longer. This made it easier and a lot more pleasurable to deep throat him. I had him halfway down my throat when I felt his hand reach inside my pants and find my pussy. I went all the way down on him as he massaged my clitoris.

This was cocksucking at its best. Hot . . . passionate, desperately hungry for the taste of a man. I loved the feel of his slick, silky shaft sliding down my throat. I held his balls in my hand as he fucked my face. My lips locked around his perfect girth, and my tongue tickled the pulsing length of this glorious erection. I felt Harris surging further and further down my throat. His cock seemed to get hotter and then heave. An effusion of sweet, oily seed went down my throat. Harris held my head in place and tickled my pussy as another jet of hot come filled my mouth. I held tight to his exploding manhood as he continued to fill me up with his juices.

As I held his cock in my mouth, Harris caressed me into orgasm. With hot come on my breath and Harris fingers strumming magic inside me, I swelled with ecstasy. It was a moment I never wanted to end.

Two years later, it hasn t ended. Harris and I have a lovely relationship based on our mutual appreciation of oral sex. Harris has even extended my knowledge and pleasure of tasty delights through mutual oral play. Although we have explored many variations of gratification, nothing equals my enjoyment of fellatio. My lips of love are always open.

Penthouse Variations

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