Opening my underwear drawer the day after Christmas, I found a pair of light blue, silky smooth female panties resting in their sexy glory on top of my regular shorts. Some years ago Mistress purchased three pairs of panties for me, but I can only wear them when she so orders. The head of my growing cock protruded between the folds of my robe as I pushed the panties aside and stepped into a pair of coarse male shorts. Mistress s voice came from where she rested on the bed. Why is my slave putting that underwear on when I went through all the trouble of placing those nice panties on top?

My shaft leapt, a giant surge of blood making it still more erect. The veins stood out and the skin shone as if it had been polished. Mistress . . . may I? fell from my lips as I approached her.

So it is ordered, so let it be done. This is her favorite expression, after which there is no argument. I took her feet into my hands and began kissing her toes, letting my tongue caress her foot as I showed my love, devotion and my gratitude. Enough. Put your new panties on and go to work. Be prepared for a punishment session upon your return tonight.

The silky smoothness of the panties fondled my testicles as I pulled them on. As the panties slid over my erection, I could feel myself on the verge of losing control. A clear jewel like drop of liquid gleamed at the cockhead and began to fall in a thick thread. I caught it, wiping the head with my hand, but as the waistband drew the fabric tight over my erection, a wet spot formed. I forced my thoughts away from my groin, so that I would not fail Mistress and ejaculate without permission.

All day my erection pressed against those delightful panties, and when I checked them, the wet spot had grown. With my cock leaking pre come, I anticipated my return home and the punishment Mistress would inflict. Since my last session I had committed any number of offenses: failed to massage her enough, raised my voice at her, had a headache when she was aroused (a switch from the usual complaint) and had masturbated three times. She knew of all the offenses except the latter one, the confession of which I knew she would extract from me during the session.

At four thirty, I literally sprinted from the office to my car, knowing that a mere fifteen minutes separated me from my rendezvous with Mistress. I almost sat on the paper bag resting on the driver s seat before I realized she had been there sometime during the day! In the bag I found a black leather sheath and a note. I was to encase my cock and balls in the leather and be in her presence by four thirty! She had given me an impossible task, failure of which would justify still further punishments!

A half hour late, I stood at my own locked storm door, knocking but receiving no reply. A chrome chain with tit clamps dangled from a hook on the inside door. After what seemed like an hour but was no more than five minutes, the inside door was opened. Mistress lovely hand unlocked the outer door and extended a note. I was to wait one minute before entering, strip to the leather sheath and place the tit clamps on myself.

Naked, except for the black leather and the gleaming clips, I knelt in the middle of the candle lit room, my eyes fixed on the floor in front of me. A swishing sound announced Mistress arrival, and she hissed these words in my ear: Slave T, are you prepared to subject yourself to my commands without reservation?

Semen surged out of my balls as the muscles contracted, and before I could stop the orgasm, semen pumped into the leather sheath. Yet I managed to sputter, Yes, Mistress. She moved behind me and the air cracked as the cat o nine tails rushed toward its meeting with my back, flailing me with a ferocity that caused the muscles in my groin to force a last spurt of my juice into the leather.

How dare you! she screamed, and the whip hissed again and again. Here I prepare a session for you and you lose control before it even begins. I saw your sheath pulse. Admit that you ejaculated. Admit it to your Mistress! As she shouted, the whip exploded against my flesh, and without giving me a chance to reply, she concluded, Put your head on the floor and elevate your haunches so that I can paddle your ass.

Between blows I shouted, Yes, Mistress. As the paddle attacked my buttocks, she hissed out each maxim, compelling me to respond to them. She threw the paddle to the floor directly in front of my eyes. I relaxed, believing it was finished. But suddenly my ass clenched again as she used her crop instead. Now the blows came slowly, as if she were taking careful aim and giving the crop some wrist action. The whipping was ferocious and so erotic that I came again with my ass blazing.

Afterward, she drove us to her favorite little hideaway restaurant where they know her. Was it real or only my imagination that you could smell the semen soaked leather that was still laced in place? Mistress drank wine and had a splendid dinner while I was permitted only a salad. When we arrived home she had me massage her and use an electric vibrator to relax her body. Then she allowed me to remove the sheath so I could empty my bladder, but as soon as I finished, I had to lace the leather back into place for the night.

The next morning consisted of service to her for several hours and culminated with my bringing her to climax with my mouth. Then she finally proclaimed she was ready, and that her slave should prepare himself for corrective therapy. This time it was the tit clamps connected with a chain, which she used like horse reins as she rode my shaft until she came. The final training exercise was for me to lick my own ejaculate from her very satisfied pussy until she had a fantastic orgasm.

Thank you, Mistress. It was a wonderful day!

Mr. T.C., South Carolina

Reading the story on oral sex and the letters accompanying it in the February 1993 issue of Variations was a special pleasure for my wife and me because we are very much into oral sex ourselves. And we don t confine it to the bedroom, either. Early in our marriage, we found that one of the benefits of oral sex is that it s portable. It doesn t require lots of room.

We discovered this one night when friends of ours asked us to meet them for dinner. We didn t realize the restaurant was so close to our house and we arrived a half hour early.

We can go in and sit at the bar and wait for them, I said.

I have a better idea, Millie suggested. Let s have something to eat instead.

At her urging, I drove around to the back of the restaurant and parked the car at the far end of the dimly lit lot. Even before I shut the car off, Millie was massaging my cock through my pants. It certainly didn t take long for me to get hard, and when she opened my zipper, my cock was begging for her touch. She reached into my pants and slipped her hand under my balls. It felt strange to be sitting in the car, out in the open, with my wife holding my exposed cock. Of course, it didn t feel strange at all when she bent over and took my throbbing shaft into her mouth. Her lovely sucking sounds filled the car as my cock filled her mouth. I scrunched down in my seat.

I had never been so turned on. It felt as if my cockhead was going to burst out of its skin. Millie worked it over expertly, pushing the very tip of her tongue into the little hole at the end until I thought I would explode. All the while she was playing with my balls, which were getting tighter and harder. I could feel my come travel the length of my cock and burst into her mouth in scorching waves. She swallowed it all, smacking her lips greedily as I gasped for breath. As we sat there, we saw our friends drive up into the parking lot and walk into the restaurant. We waited a few minutes, then drove up to the front of the lot and parked.

Just thinking about how Millie looked when she gulped my cock kept me hard throughout all of dinner and dessert. For the first time ever, I said no to a second cup of coffee and a liqueur. I cut the evening short, saying that I wasn t feeling very well. I couldn t tell our friends the truth that I just couldn t wait to get home and bury my face in my wife s beautiful pussy!

The drive home seemed to take forever, and it wasn t helped by the fact that Millie grabbed me through my pants and told me, in graphic detail, just how she was going to make me come! We raced to the bedroom when we got home. My cock was still as hard as it had been in the restaurant, and when Millie took off her silk panties, I could see that her pussy was wet.

I stretched out on the bed and Millie got on top of me. We have always found a sixty nine position to be the hottest position of all. Millie teased me for a moment by brushing her hard nipples against my erect cock. When I couldn t wait any longer, I grabbed her creamy asscheeks and pulled her luscious pussy down to my face. Savoring her hot animal scent, I buried my tongue deep in her folds. She gasped, and then took my cock into her mouth, gobbling hungrily on it.

Meanwhile, I lapped up her juices. I couldn t believe how wet she was and I wanted to be totally drenched in her nectar. Millie was doing quite a number on my cock. She would hold it in her hand, stroking it, while her lightning fast tongue flicked across the head and under the glans. Then she would nibble the length of it, lick and suck at my balls, and return to do more fancy tongue work on my swollen head.

I positioned myself right under her hole and stuck out my tongue. I pulled her pussy down until she was stuffed full of my tongue, then pushed her away and pulled her back. She moaned, loving every minute of her tongue fucking, and responded by sucking my cock as far into her mouth as possible.

I could feel her starting to tremble. Quickly, I pushed my tongue against her clitoris, sucking that little button between my lips. Her orgasm was intense and seemed to last for minutes. It excited me to hear her scream muffled because her mouth was still filled with my cock. Finally, Millie got off me, still a little shaky. She made me stand up beside the bed while she knelt in front of me.

My balls hung down and Millie licked them from below, using her tongue to tickle the patch of flesh between my balls and my asshole. It was delicious and the warmth spread right through me. She licked my shaft as if it were a candy cane, sucking on the head, and then lapping at the underside. I buried my hands in her thick hair.

Fuck my mouth! my wife begged, and I held her head gently as I pushed my hips forward. The sight of my cock disappearing into her mouth made me almost weak with desire. She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her and soon I was fucking her mouth as if it were her tight pussy.

My balls tightened and I felt the heat that I knew so well. Millie stopped her pounding rhythm and sucked slowly on the head. A shiver traveled the length of my body. I looked down she was smiling mischievously. She knew exactly what she d done to me, and how fantastic my orgasm would be when it arrived.

She nibbled gently on the sensitive head, and then took me into her mouth. To my surprise, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, taking my cock until her lips were deep in my pubic hair. I had never felt anything like that before. It was difficult even to stand up. Again and again she swallowed my cock, licking and nibbling at it as she drew it out of her mouth. She sucked my balls into her mouth, one at a time, and then went back to deep throating my aching member.

Let me come all over your tits, I begged. Let me see them wet with come!”

My wife pressed my cock against her gorgeous breasts and stroked it hard. The load of come I shot was bigger than I could have imagined. I didn t think I would ever stop spurting and when I did, I was completely drained. My thick come was all over Millie s breasts and, as always, she took her time rubbing it into her skin like a warm lotion. Then we climbed into bed and fell into a deep satisfied sleep in each other s arms, totally spent.

Millie and I have since eaten each other in motel rooms, in a tent on the shore of a lake and on the beach. There was even that lovely day when the power failed in my office building, leaving the two of us trapped between floors in an elevator for an hour. Naturally, we found a way to pass the time.

Mr. V.C., California

Usually the most exciting part of a party is when the guests are mingling and flirtation is in the air. Even when I m hosting, I get caught up in all the naughty conversations around me and will run up to my husband, Josh, to tell him how much I can t wait to fuck him. But our latest party was rather dull, which is why what happened afterward surprised me. While Josh tossed paper cups and plates into a garbage bag, I set about putting away the leftovers. Instead of clear plastic wrap, Josh had bought blue Saran Wrap, which made me smile if it had been up to me, I d have bought red. I was covering the potato salad, the loud squeaking noise of the wrap echoing through the kitchen, when Josh walked in.

You like what I picked out? he asked, putting his arms around me and hugging me from behind. I could feel his erection pressing against my ass but went about my task.

Yeah, it s cute, and very you, I said.

It could be very you, too, he replied cryptically.

I turned around. What do you mean? He had that look on his face he gets when he s horny, and that, coupled with the hard cock I could see swelling in his jeans, made me curious.

Well, I didn t get that plastic wrap only for the kitchen. Take your clothes off, and I ll show you what I mean.

I was starting to get an inkling that he wanted to wrap me with it. This was a bold idea for my husband, who s up for almost anything kinky, as long as I m the one to initiate things. Maybe this was the start of something new! I immediately took off my miniskirt, grateful I hadn t worn any panties, then pulled off my top and unhooked my bra. My large breasts bobbed in front of me, and Josh sucked in his breath. He s always considered my tits to be my best body part, and this evening was no exception. But when he went to grab them, I pushed him away. Hey! You re supposed to be showing me what this is for, I said, handing the roll to him.

You asked for it, he said, then proceeded to wrap it around my body, starting under my arms so my breasts were squashed by the pale blue cling wrap. Suddenly, the color seemed perfect against my pale skin. My nipples certainly responded, puckering up against their new sheath as he continued to wind his way around me. I thought he d stop at my waist so he d have access to my pussy, but my earnest husband did no such thing. Soon my torso, hips, and legs were bound together with cling wrap, the blue tint lending my skin an intriguing tone. You look so sexy right now, he said, leaning against me for a kiss. The plastic crinkled as he pushed me against the counter. The feeling of his body pressed to mine was dulled by the plastic barrier. As much as it turned me on, it was also frustrating to feel the wetness pooling in my pussy and not be able to do a thing about it.

Do you want to see how hard you ve made me, Gail? he asked, teasing me by pulling down his zipper, then yanking it right back up. What I wanted was to be on my knees on the cold linoleum as I took my husband s dick in my mouth, but with the way he d wrapped me, I wouldn t be able to get in that position. I nodded, then let out a moan of arousal when he showed me just the tip of his delectable organ. He knows how much I crave his cock and how horny it makes me. Josh took my hand and wrapped it around his dick, encouraging me to give him a handjob. He gave me one, too, sort of he stroked my pussy as best he could through the blue plastic, which wasn t all that much. It was better than nothing, though, and I wiggled against his fingers while watching my fist rise up and down his shaft.

I m imagining how wet you re getting under there, Josh said, his breathing getting heavier as we stroked each other. We ve been together so long that I had forgotten what it felt like to simply share masturbation with my husband usually we leap at the chance to fuck each other. This agonized teasing was hot in its own way because I could only move my feet, arms, hands and head, while Josh had no such restrictions. Just as I was feeling like maybe I might be able to come, he pulled his fingers away, using them to pinch one of my plastic wrapped nipples, then the other. He pushed my hand away, and I moaned at the loss of his hard cock.

Turn around, Gail, he said, and I did as he said, letting him guide me so I was clutching the countertop, my bound ass thrust outward as much as I could. I was about to ask him what he had in mind when I felt Josh licking his way down my asscrack. Feeling his tongue tempt and tease its way along my butt had me gripping the counter even more tightly. When he combined the tongue action with more stroking of my clit, I got even wetter, testing the powers of the cling wrap to seal in my juices. I bet you re getting really horny, Gail. I bet you can t wait for me to unwrap you and sink my cock deep into your pussy, can you? he asked as he took a momentary break. The questions were clearly rhetorical because he had to know exactly the effect he was having on me. But I kept quiet, letting him run the show.

Josh began jerking off, his grunting noises combined with the slapping of his cock against my ass making me long again to suck him down my throat. I peeked behind me and watched, realizing that he wanted to come all over the cling wrap. He spun me around so I could lean back against the counter and watch him jerk off. Sometimes he d rub his cockhead against my cunt at the point where, were I unbound, he d have slid right inside me. As it was, my pussy had to settle for cock by proxy, and I pinched my own nipples, then bit my hand to stifle my moans as my husband finally came. A spray of white cream arced through the air and splashed the wrap, running down my breasts in creamy rivulets.

Without saying another word, Josh took some nearby scissors and released me from my bonds, then got on his knees and ate me with gusto. His tongue went all the places his cock couldn t while I d been bound by the cling wrap, and I pressed down against him. His pussy eating was worth the wait as my skin soaked in the air it had been deprived of, and my cunt got wetter and wetter. His fingers reached up and dug into my asscheeks as he ate me in earnest. I flung my head back, wondering what our party guests would think if they could see us now, their sweet host and hostess making a sexy mess in their kitchen. Even though it added a blush to my cheeks, the fantasy of our friends peeking in the doorway and finding Josh on his knees gorging on my pussy was what gave me my orgasm. Yes! I cried out as he flicked at my clit. I could see the lower half of his face coated with my juices as he continued to lap at me until I pulled him up for a kiss.

See, I was right! This stuff has plenty of other uses, he said. I tore off a piece, then looked down at his cock, which was stirring once again.

It definitely does, I told him as I went about seeing how his dick would look wrapped in blue.

Ms. Gail D., Fargo, North Dakota

I ve always loved the look and feel of women s shoes, from open toed pumps to snakeskin flats and all manner in between. They re shiny, colorful, and wonderfully feminine, unlike men s shoes, which, much like men s clothes, always strike me as rather dull and drab. Ever since the day my girlfriend Sheila left me alone in her room while she went to meet her friends for lunch and I tried on a pair of her heels, I ve had a real obsession not just with looking at women s shoes, but trying them on. This grew over time into a full borne hobby, and at least once a week I prance around my apartment in a pair of women s shoes, delighting in the look and feel of my girlie feet. I have a whole ritual that goes along with it, and the best part is, nobody has to know but me.

I don t think I could ever truly pass as a woman, but what I enjoy is pampering my feet and legs, slipping into a sexy nightgown, and then adding a pair of shoes from my collection. There s something so sensual about the process that it always makes my cock hard, and the best part is I don t have to hide my manliness because I do it for no one s pleasure except my own.

I like the kinds of shoes many women might find cumbersome or overly girlie, ones with bows, polka dots and ribbons. They make me feel just womanly enough, and I imagine strutting down the street, my head held high, decked out in a wig, makeup, and a glamorous outfit. I consider these solo sessions practice, because if you don t already know, walking in heels is a lot of work! It s nothing like wearing sneakers or regular shoes, and has given me a new appreciation for what women do every day.

Sometimes I like to simply look at my special shoe rack, admiring bright red patent leather pumps, elegant black and white open toed shoes, lace up sandals, and leopard print heels. I have a full length mirror that I use to practice my walk and look down at my feet.

What I do is set aside an entire evening to prettify my peds. I soak them while listening to music, making sure they re nice and soft so I can then take a razor to them and scrape away any rough spots. I could go to a salon and get a pedicure, but I want to make sure my feet look exactly the way I want them and then slip them directly into my shoes, so this routine gives me more instant gratification. I then shave the lower half of my legs and smooth vanilla scented lotion on them. There s nothing I can do about the size of my feet (eleven), but I can make sure they look as clean and pretty as possible. I then paint my toenails a pale pink, or once in a while a more daring red, and then I change out of my usual t shirt and shorts into one of several girlish slips and a pretty pair of women s underwear. These are from my private stash I ve never shown them to a lover. Simply donning these girlish garments makes me feel sexier somehow. Then it s time to pick which pair of shoes I ll be sporting that evening.

Sometimes I choose shoes to match my attire, and other times, it s whichever pair strikes my fancy. I have Mary Janes, pumps, platforms, slingbacks and wedges. I have about two dozen pairs and spend a lot of time browsing online shoe stores looking for the next pair, though sometimes I have to buy them from special vendors that cater to extra large sizes. Last night I opted for a white pair with black trim and a gold buckle across the top, with a wooden stacked heel. They make me look like I could be on my way to a high powered business meeting or simply an elegant lady who lunches at least, from the knee down. I admired the way the shoes shaped my foot, raising my heel and calf, and forcing me to stand straighter and taller.

I took a deep breath and thrust out my chest, momentarily wishing I had real breasts to stick in the air. My cock was stiff and pressing against the nightie I wore as I walked around my apartment in the heels. These weren t too bad to walk in some of my shoes have five inch heels, which means I have to hold onto the wall lest I trip and fall.

On the nights I wear my shoes, I go all out, keeping them on while I cook dinner. There s something about the sound they make, that special clack clack as I walk across my wooden floor, that s music to my ears. I went to the kitchen and put on some water to boil, picturing myself as a housewife dressing up for her husband. If I were to ever find someone who could appreciate my shoe wearing fetish, I d definitely be the kind of girl who kept her shoes on during sex!

I stroked my dick as I waited, then walked back to the bedroom and took out a few other pairs of shoes. They take up one half of the floor of my closet, while the other half is all loafers and sneakers, mostly black and blue. I even sometimes bring a pair of heels to the office and slip into them under my desk where nobody can see me. I know some women take off their shoes during the day to get comfortable, but I put them on to get horny!

When I heard the water boiling, I put the other shoes away, touching their surfaces one final time before clacking my way back to the kitchen. I knew I was going to have to jerk off before I ate because all that shoe play and fantasizing had my cock extra hard. I drained the pasta and set it aside, then put the cover on the pot and went into the bathroom. I opened the cabinet drawer and withdrew my sole tube of lipstick. It s bright red, and I don t use it often because it s so strong that even with diligent scrubbing, my lips are often stained with its titian pigment hours later. But when I put it on, it adds the final touch to my feminine frills, plus makes my lips feel soft and sensual. I opened my mouth and carefully traced a layer of red against my lips. The difference was immediate. I keep my face well shaven, and even though I still looked like a man, if you were to only check out my lips, you might mistake me for a woman. That was the best I could ask for.

I blotted the lipstick with a tissue, then strutted back to the mirror. I struck a pose with my hand on my hip, a sassy smile on my face as I flirted with my girlie image. I looked down at my shoes, momentarily ignoring my dick, which was pressed forward as far as the panties would allow. Though large, my feet seemed to me to have been made to wear elegant shoes like these, the gold buckle glinting and the pearly white still in perfect condition, since I d never worn them outside.

When I couldn t wait any longer, I sat down on the bed, lifted up the nightie and eased my cock out of the panties. Taking one shoe off, I held it against my inner thigh, feeling its sleek outside against my bare skin. I pumped my cock the way I always do, my fist wrapped around its length and my thumb gently rubbing against the head. I then raised the shoe to my lips and gently kissed it, as if thanking it for all the pleasure it had given me. Soon my thrusts came faster, and I dropped the shoe next to me as I started grunting, wiggling my toes in the second shoe. My voice is deep, and my exclamations of pleasure were purely masculine, but the rest of me felt cosseted by the nightgown, lipstick and shoes. I liked that I could borrow bits and pieces from the female world while still having my cock. Within a few minutes, I was ready to come and aimed the waterfall of hot lava away from my precious shoes. My orgasm was intense, making me shake long after I d stopped erupting.

Only after I was done did I take off the shoes, putting on fluffy pink slippers that I wore to pad into the kitchen to heat up the sauce for my pasta. I imagined someone peeking in and, from a distance, seeing a single woman sitting down to eat. I couldn t have been happier when I settled down for dinner. Someday maybe I ll go all out and wear my shoes out on the town along with an entire female ensemble, but I m in no rush. For now, I m perfectly content to keep my shoe fetish to myself and anyone reading about it in Variations.

Mr. Tim J., Santa Fe, New Mexico

I tend to wear low cut tops and short skirts when I go out on the weekends, as a way to let loose from a week of corporate suits. Last Saturday, I had on a tight, black corset top and red suede miniskirt, along with a pair of black boots. I knew I looked hot and was hoping to meet someone special I m bisexual, so that means I have even more chances than the average girl to hook up on a night out on the town. I certainly wasn t looking for the pseudo cowboy who put his arm around me. He kept touching me in annoying ways and breathing down my neck, and I couldn t figure out how to get away from him. Thankfully, a hot girl came to my rescue.

I d never seen her before and I definitely would ve remembered. She winked at me as she approached, and her sexy Goth look made me perk right up. She had jet black hair, glasses, and a sleek black dress on that showed off her large breasts, along with fine black fishnets. I could see her nipples poking forward and was impressed that she wasn t wearing a bra. She wore bright red lipstick and spiky black heels, with lots of silver bracelets piled on her arms and a green snake tattoo winding around her upper arm. Naturally, practically every eye in the bar was on her, but her eyes were on me.

Batting her lashes and sounding as sweet as syrup with a Southern drawl at odds with her outfit, she managed to get me away from the predatory guy and make it seem like she was doing him a favor, freeing him up for more shots and talk with the guys. I touched her arm, both grateful and immensely aroused. Thank you so much . . . My voice eventually trailed off as I suddenly realized I didn t even know her name.

Sophia, she said. And you re very welcome. Then she paused and looked me up and down, licking her already slick lips. There is something you could do to repay the favor, if you want. Her tone was light and teasing, but I sensed what was about to come. You could come into the bathroom with me and let me have my way with you. She smiled wickedly. You looked so sexy back there, I would ve hit on you even if that loser hadn t gotten there first.

I was so intrigued by her that I pulled her close, pressing my mouth to hers. She d made the first move, but I was quick to make the second. I parted her red lips, sliding my tongue inside as the men around us started to cheer. I didn t care if they watched, but this wasn t about showing off for them. I had an overwhelming desire to touch and taste every inch of Sophia s voluptuous body. Her dress was silky, and I ran my hands over her back, then her hips, before settling them on her ass. My tongue didn t leave her mouth until we both had to come up for air.

Wow, I guess you are grateful, she teased me.

I toyed with her short hair, stroking it as I tried to stay calm. Well, yes. But it s not just that. I think you re totally hot and would be honored to sneak away from this sausagefest and get to know you a little better. I made sure to add enough innuendo to my voice so it was clear that I was really saying, Yes, I m dying to fuck you, too. We quickly exited and snuck down the hall to the bathroom. I giggled, knowing we d left many horny guys in our wake.

She led me into the ladies room and locked the door, then we attacked each other again. Sophia nuzzled my cleavage while pushing up my short skirt. She groaned when her fingers met the wet mesh of my panties, rubbing them against my cunt while her tongue licked the sweaty space between my breasts. I wanted to touch, her, too, but for the moment, her groping hands and eager mouth felt incredible.

Lilah, she said, moaning my name against my skin as she came up for air, only to sink to her knees and ply my wet panties with her tongue. I could see her head bobbing, but then I shut my eyes as her mouth got more insistent. I want to taste you, she said, more for her own benefit, since I clearly wasn t going to object! She proceeded to slide my panties down, but not all the way off, so they trapped my knees within their elastic. Then Sophia s tongue was on my sex, and all I can say is that I m sure she s had plenty of practice eating pussy because she certainly knew her way around mine!

She lapped at the entrance to my cunt, teasing me with her hot tongue, before pressing it inside my waiting hole. I was so turned on I could feel my juices bubbling up, and though I wanted to take the time to truly enjoy her oral skills, I came within a few minutes of that first swipe of her tongue. Yeah, Lilah, fill my mouth, she mumbled against me as I unleashed a flood of my juices as I came. She noisily gulped them down and probed for more, her nails digging into my legs as she held onto me while her mouth opened wide to encompass as much of my cunt as she could. Sophia ate me like she d been pussy starved and was looking to satisfy a long delayed hunger.

Finally, she stood up and kissed me. You taste delicious, she said, and I smiled, glad that I d lived up to whatever fantasies I d inspired in her.

Now me, I said, raising her dress up to find that her fishnets only went as far as her thighs, and above them her legs and pussy were bare. Wow, I said in awe as my fingers met her wetness.

Yes, I m turned on . . . as if you didn t know that already. She laughed as I plunged two fingers deep into her pussy. Then she calmed down once I really started finger fucking her, adding a third digit and working up a steady rhythm. I m mostly into guys, but have slept with a few of my friends when we were just overcome with the desire for a female touch. I was proud that I felt her pussy clenching me tightly, giving me the feedback I craved as I sank into her depths.

Sophia was an energetic lover, thrusting back to meet my fingers and letting me know when she wanted me to fuck her harder. When she barked, Bite my nipples, I immediately pulled her dress down over her breasts, keeping my other hand buried inside her sex, and bit one nipple while I ground my fingers inside her. She bucked against me and just as her moans were getting louder, we heard a knock on the door.

Ignore it this is more important, Sophia said, even though there was no way I was going to stop before she came. I did speed up my actions, pinching one nipple, nipping at the other, and ramming three fingers as far as her cunt would let me. Oh yeah, right there, Sophia exclaimed as I pounded into her supple body, feeling myself get aroused all over again. Soon she was gripping my fingers, then trembling while I continued to tweak her nipples.

When I slid my fingers out, they were prune like from being surrounded by her wetness. We washed up and tried to look like we hadn t just been fucking, but I ruined our attempts after Sofia reapplied her lipstick and I grabbed her for a kiss. The outline of her lips was smeared with red, but I didn t care, and she winked at me as we hurried out past the scowling woman waiting for the room. We didn t go back to where the boys were, but instead headed to her place to continue to explore each other s body. We ve been seeing each other ever since, and while sometimes we let a guy climb into our bed with us, most of the time, sexy Sophia is more than enough for me.

Ms. Lilah R., San Diego, California

The first snowfall of the year is cause for celebration in my house. My wife, Darlene, and I relish the chance to play amongst the freshly fallen snow but in a very adult way. Thankfully, we have a big house and a backyard that s large enough that we don t have to worry about anyone else seeing what we re up to. In the summers, we sunbathe topless (and often bottomless), but winter is when our outdoor sex life really revs up. It all started with a snowball fight years ago. Even though we were both well into our twenties, we got as giddy as kids when the beautiful white flakes started to fall.

It s so gorgeous, Darlene said as she sipped hot chocolate, staring in awe at our new backyard (it was our first winter in our new country home).

I stood behind her and wrapped my arms around her, my hands automatically moving to cup her large, perfect breasts. They re so big they barely fit in my hands, and her nipples are so sensitive they respond to the slightest touch. Mmm . . . my wife said as I began to massage her nipples and kiss the back of her neck.

Why don t we go outside and play in the snow? I asked, already picturing her naked body completely bared amidst the delicate, white flakes.

But it ll be cold out there. I d rather watch the snow fall from inside.

Baby, I ll keep you warm, don t you worry, I said as I slipped a hand down the front of her pants and dove between her pussy lips. She put her mug down and nuzzled against me as my fingers traced her wetness. Soon her breathing was hot and heavy, and I knew I d sold her on my idea.

Darlene turned around and kissed me passionately, her tongue gliding along mine. I managed to pull her outside, and we continued our kiss under the snowfall. Then I told her to stay there and ran across the yard, making footprints in the otherwise pristine surface. I quickly scooped up a handful of snow and zapped a snowball at Darlene. She ducked but couldn t escape the second one, which landed right against her chest. Ow, that s cold, she said, before tossing one at me. Soon snowballs were flying back and forth, until I wound up running back to her and tackling her, both of us landing in the snow.

You re evil, she said, sticking her tongue out at me.

Do you want to see how evil? I asked with a grin as I unbuttoned her shirt, admiring her breasts as they glistened with wetness from the melted flakes. She moaned as I took one nipple between my teeth, sucking on it, then lashing it with my tongue. Her legs involuntarily parted, urging me to touch her there too. But instead, I pinched some snow between my fingers, raised my head, and placed the flakes directly on her nipple.

Damn. You are evil . . . but I like you that way, she said. I had remembered her fondness for having ice cubes rubbed all over her body, especially her nipples and inside her pussy, and had a feeling our adult snow play was going to be another tool in our sexual arsenal. I completely took off her shirt and bra, and now my wife was lying topless in the snow, looking sexier than any snow angel I d ever seen. I sprinkled snow on top of her, watching it quickly melt against her warm flesh.

I m getting chilly! You promised to keep me warm, she cooed, clearly enjoying herself despite the cold.

I ve got something warm right here, I said, approaching her on my knees and thrusting my hard cock toward her. She quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick out. I hardly noticed the chill in the air as her fingers wrapped around my dick. Once again, I marveled at the privacy our yard offered, because while getting a blowjob from my wonderful wife is always a treat, getting one in the great outdoors is even better.

She urged me to straddle her face, so I did, slowly sliding my dick between her waiting lips. I know I felt shivers of heat pass through me as she began sucking me off, her tongue tenderly looping up and down around my length. But soon that wasn t enough I wanted to be inside her. Darlene, I want to fuck you, right here in the snow, I said. We quickly removed each other s clothing, and it was now my turn to lay in the snow. The moment my back touched the flakes, I shivered, but soon got used to it, especially as Darlene s bare breasts began bobbing right in front of me and the warmth of her pussy started to envelop my cock.

She teased me, gliding up and down, then scooped up some snow and let it fall down on my chest. Yeah, baby, let me inside, I said as she rubbed the head of my dick against her entrance, teasing me mercilessly until finally she shoved downward, taking me all the way inside her. Darlene bent her body down so she could kiss me, her knees digging into the snow and her toes occasionally touching mine as our bodies became entangled. I always love the way she grinds against me, but this time was truly special. Not only were we outdoors, where even though we were protected by our large fences, there was still the possibility of someone getting a peek at us going at it there was also something beautiful about being at one with nature.

The flurries seemed to pick up, enveloping us in a cloud of white. Darlene had never looked so radiant, with bits of snow stuck to her hair. As we kissed, I felt the flakes turning to water on my cheeks. Then I got an urge to do what I ve always done when lying in a field of snow I clasped my wife tightly against me and we rolled across the yard. Her laugh echoed into the cold air as we finally landed with her beneath me. I knew that when we rose we d leave an imprint of our bodies.

I looked down and watched my cock emerge from her wet tunnel, then sink all the way back in, all set against a background of pure whiteness. Darlene reached her arms out to her sides and ran her fingers through the snow while I pulled her legs apart and continued to fuck her.

So, am I keeping to my promise? You re not cold, are you, baby? I asked, knowing the answer from the heat emanating from her cunt.

Not at all, she said as she raised her ass to meet my thrusts. We continued like that, and I looked around, marveling at the quiet, peaceful area we d landed in that allowed us to have such an exciting sexual adventure. Living in New York City for so long, we d pretty much given up on fucking in public undetected. I don t mind the occasional bout of showing off, but knowing that this was a private moment between my wife and I, one we could treasure forever, made it even more exciting. I knew I had to come, and when I felt Darlene s special spasms start traveling through her, I knew it was almost time. She climaxed, crying out into the air, her breath forming puffy clouds as she exclaimed. Then I pulled out, and it only took a few pumps before I was spurting through the air and adding my own whiteness to the snow s.

We went inside afterward, took a steaming hot shower, then huddled naked under a blanket by our fireplace. Now we have an annual tradition of a real snowball fight, where we keep score, and the loser has to be the winner s sex slave for the night. I never knew living in the country could have so many sensual advantages, but I can definitely tell you that outdoor winter sex is some of the hottest sex of all!

Mr. Rob C., Bangor, Maine

My wife of two years, Casey, is wonderful in every way. We have a wild, hot, creative sex life, and she is as likely to initiate things in the bedroom as I am. But there s one thing she s kept private in all our time together that I ve always been desperately curious about what she looks like when she uses a vibrator. I knew she had a stash of them that she uses when I m away or if she wants a little extra loving, but she s always been very secretive about them and how she uses them. I barely even knew what they looked like, other than that one was pink and one was white, and I knew she had more hidden away. Part of me liked this air of mystery, but an even bigger part of me wanted to know how she looked when she totally let go as a powerful machine thrust inside her. The more Casey denied me, the more my imagination went wild picturing her in the throes of orgasm with the aid of a buzzing device.

So one day I decided to spy on her she was my wife, after all, and I had a feeling that once she saw how turned on the sight of her with her toys made me, she d forgive me. I hid in her closet while she was out, getting settled so I d have the perfect vantage point to spy on Casey. I knew she d be home soon, and she d already told me her workday was stressful, which meant some quality time with her toys. She s told me in the past that using her toys is her favorite way to relax, and Casey didn t expect me to be home at that early hour.

So I waited for her to get home and make my fantasy come true, my hard dick throbbing in my pants. After about half an hour, I heard her key in the door. Then I heard Casey humming to herself as she poured herself something to drink, then finally her shoes clacking as she came up the stairs. My heart pounded when she reached the bedroom. Through the slats in the door, I could see her slowly removing each piece of her business suit until she was completely naked. Her large breasts hung temptingly, the hard nipples making my mouth water with the desire to suck them. With her trim waist, her boobs look even bigger, and Casey ran a hand over each breast, giving them a quick tweak before she bent down under the bed and pulled out a plastic box.

Even before she started masturbating, just watching her prepare for this very personal ritual had me almost coming in my pants. It was so intimate and made me realize that I d never shown her how I jerk off, either with her there, there d been no need for her to help me. Soon my wife was lying back on the bed, propped up with several pillows behind her, a bottle of lube, a dirty book, and various sex toys. One was noticeably larger than the others, but the small ones came in an array of colors. She started with a little pink vibrator. I couldn t make out its exact shape from where I was hiding, but I did see Casey spread her legs, her heels on the mattress and her knees bent as the buzzing toy hummed against her clit.

At first, she was almost lazy about it, letting the toy flap against her nub while she shut her eyes, looking as relaxed as if she were taking a bath. But then her face seemed to take on a more intense look as she began moving her hips in time with the rumbling of the toy. I wished right then that I could sit at the edge of the bed and get a close up view of the toy whirring against her pink flesh. I already knew she d shaved her pussy the day before and had gotten to taste her smooth cunt that morning, so watching her gyrate against the buzzing toy was a total tease. Then, with her other hand, Casey grabbed a slim, black device and started rubbing its head against the opening of her sex. Soon she was pressing it inside of her while the pink toy continued to move against her clit.

Watching her work the two toys so dexterously made me realize how much effort she d put into creating her masturbation routine. Whereas all I need are some sexy thoughts and some lube, she has a whole setup that, up until that point, had been hidden from me. Soon, above the humming of the vibrator, I heard Casey moaning. At first, they were quiet little sounds, then they got louder and she started talking to herself. Yeah, fuck me, fuck my pussy real hard. That s good, that s good, yes, yes, she said, followed by some unintelligible moans. Hearing her talk dirty, even if it was only meant for her ears, had me taking my cock out and stroking it. I was hot and hard, and liked the idea of my wife and I both masturbating at the same time.

Her body was moving more quickly, her hips rising to meet the increasingly powerful thrusts of the hand with the dildo, and the next thing I knew, Casey let out a quick scream as she shuddered with her climax. Even though I was expecting her to come at some point, it was still shocking to see her lose control like that, in such a vocal way. It was so exciting, too, that I came, and couldn t stop myself from moaning as I did. Casey got up, and I saw she was a little nervous, so I called out, Honey, it s just me. It s okay.

Casey got up and flung open the closet door. There I was, with my rock hard cock in my hand, looking sheepish. What are you doing in here? Were you spying on me? She didn t sound angry but puzzled.

Um . . . yes. Case, you know that I love you, but I was dying to see what you look like while you re using your toys.

Oh, Elliott, she said, shaking her head at me. You re ridiculous. If I d known how badly you wanted to see me, I d have let you. I just . . . I was shy about it. It still feels weird to me. I ve never had anyone watch me touch myself before.

I understand, baby, I said, pulling her close for a hug. But I do have to tell you it was one of the hottest things I ve ever seen. You looked so ecstatic.

Well, you haven t even seen my favorite toy yet, Casey said, getting that familiar sexy sparkle in her eye. Come here, she said, making a pretty sudden turnaround. I wasn t about to argue as she told me to sit on the corner of the bed while she plugged a large white contraption into the wall. Give me your hand, she said, and when I did, she turned it on and then held the buzzing toy against my palm. This is a Hitachi Magic Wand, one of the most powerful vibrators on the market. It only takes me a few minutes to come with it, and then I usually do several times.

I can see why! I exclaimed, my hand already getting a little numb.

If you sit there and be patient, I might even let you use it on me, she said. I nodded, feeling my cock stir again as she spread her legs then pressed the whirring head of the toy flush with her sex. Then Casey seemed to press her body against the head of the wand, her face taking on that familiar contorted expression right away. If it had had such a powerful effect on my hand, I could only imagine what it was doing to her clit!

Elliott, take it, she said, and I quickly scrambled into place. Harder, Casey demanded almost immediately, and I pushed the toy against her clit, feeling its movements travel up my arm. Her breathing became deep and intense as she panted heavily. Then I found a switch and decided to see what it would do. I had no idea the toy could go even faster, but apparently it could, and I had to hold on to it tightly lest it get away from me. But despite my growing erection, I was focused on Casey s pleasure, and watching her writhe beneath the toy that I held in my hand was a sight to behold, and one I d be sure to file away for future masturbation sessions of my own. As responsive as I know she can be, it was thrilling to hold the tool against her clit and watch it bring her to an extremely powerful climax.

This time, Casey s screams were louder, and I placed one hand on her inner thigh, feeling her muscles tighten as the waves of pleasure took over. Good, good, she gasped when she was done, and I turned off the toy. Wow. The way you held it and didn t let go, knowing you were watching me, made me come even harder than usual. And look at that you liked it, too. She pushed me down onto my back, then climbed on top of me. I m ready for the real thing, my hot wife said as she took my dick inside her tight cunt. I didn t last long just a few pumps of her hips and the feel of her hot pussy were enough to make me spurt inside her.

I think you should let me buy you some new toys . . . as long as I get to watch you use them.

Any time. Maybe we ll even get something for you. I agreed, and when we do make that shopping trip, I m sure I ll have more stories to tell.

Mr. Elliott M., Minneapolis, Minnesota

Plain and simple, I love being spanked. It doesn t matter who s doing it or how as long as it s my ass being spanked, paddled, caned or cropped, I get wet, horny, and completely overwhelmed with sensation. That s why when I met Keith, I knew we were a match made in spanking heaven. I was at a bar, wearing a brand new pair of designer jeans and a tight t shirt that showed off my large chest. But he only seemed interested in one body part: my ass. He brushed against it when he walked by me, and I said, Excuse me.

He walked right up to me and placed his hand on one of my cheeks. I was leaning over a barstool trying to get the bartender s attention, so it was an easy target. Normally, I d have been annoyed, but this guy was so sexy that I found myself getting turned on. You re perfectly excused, my dear, he said, acting like he d done nothing wrong.

Your hand is on my ass, and you don t even know me! What do you think you re doing? I said, trying to sound indignant but nonetheless subtly thrusting my ass toward him as my face blushed. I turned around to peek at him and realized that I d given myself away with my slight smile and reddened cheeks.

He moved closer, standing behind me and curving his body against mine, trapping me against the chair. You re a terrible liar, do you know that? he asked, nipping at my earlobe. I squirmed, because he was right. I was as turned on as I could ever be. I m going to go to the bathroom, and when I get back, if you re ready to get spanked like the naughty girl I m almost certain you are, I want you to be waiting for me at the door, ready to go. But only do that if you want a truly thorough spanking that will make that cute ass of yours sting. If you just want to stick it in the air and order your drink, be my guest.

Then he walked away. I didn t even know the man s name yet, but by God, had he made my panties soaking wet with this threat/promise of a sound spanking. I waved the bartender away when he finally showed up, and I walked over to the doorway. Another guy approached me, one I d probably have gone home with another time, but he didn t seem kinky in the least. All of a sudden, even more than getting fucked, I wanted to get spanked.

Keith kept his cool and hardly acted surprised or happy to see me. He just put his hand on my ass and steered me out the door, casually letting his name slip. I m I started to say but he shushed me.

I don t care who you are right now. I only care about that butt of yours, he said. I shivered with anticipation. The dirtier he talked, the wetter I got.

He drove us back to his place, and I resisted the urge to stroke my cunt through my jeans. When we got inside, he ordered me to strip. One glance at his crotch told me how hard he was. I liked that he was as turned on by the idea of spanking me as I was by bending over for him. I quickly took off my clothes. Over the bed, my little slut, he said, and hearing him call me that made me quake with excitement. I bent over the bed but kept my arms at my sides.

Have you ever been spanked before? Or was that a bit of false advertising? Put your hands above your head, and keep them there, or I ll have to tie them together, he growled. I trembled at his words, completely aroused even before the spanking started.

Do you want me to spank you with my bare hand? he asked, rubbing one palm over my ass, making my skin tickle a little.

Yes, sir, I said, easily falling into submissive mode.

Well, sweetheart, you re out of luck. My body went cold. Had he been teasing me, toying with my affections to get me back here and sink his cock into me, but not give me what I most wanted? But his next words caused a rush of liquid to emerge from my pussy. I m not in the mood to use my hand. But I would like to use this nice leather belt I have on, he said, quickly taking it off and snapping it through the air. I put it on tonight hoping I d find a pretty girl like you with a hot little ass that needed some attention.

Then he struck me, without warning or warmup. Well, that wasn t strictly true. I was warmed up, ready and needy, solely from our verbal foreplay. Still, that lash of the belt against my delicate buttocks only made me want more. The leather was soft and supple, and though he wielded it firmly, Keith also knew exactly how to strike me so my arousal was magnified. The leather kept landing on my skin while I tried not to squirm, knowing he could see my wet, pink pussy and every pale pink mark on my bottom. That s much better than standing around at some bar, isn t it? he asked, punctuating his words with blows from the belt. He then took the belt and rapped the end lightly against my pussy. You re too wet for that, you naughty girl. We don t want you ruining my belt, now do we? The way he talked to me continued to drive me wild, and when he finally stopped spanking me with the belt and started using his hands, I almost came from that sensation alone.

He must have sensed this, because Keith stopped, rammed two thick fingers into my pussy, then said, You d better not think about coming until my cock is inside you. Because if you do, I ll send you away and find some other girl to ram this big, hard dick of mine inside.

Yes, sir, I whispered, caught on the edge of truly needing to come and wanting to be good.

Or maybe you want my cock between those wet red lips of yours, he said. I d been licking and biting my lips as I enjoyed my spanking, and I whimpered at the thought. God, you re greedy, aren t you? You want to get spanked, fucked and suck my cock all on our first night together, is that right?

Oh my God, was all I could say because his words were making it fairly impossible for me not to climax.

I ll make a deal with you. I ll fuck you now and let you come, and then later I ll smack that sweet ass with my favorite wooden paddle. You re really going to feel it, he said. I trusted him implicitly because everything he d done so far had only culminated in my extreme arousal, and I wanted everything he could give me.

Yes, please, sir, I said, arching my ass upward. His fingers were still inside me, and they got nudged deeper into my pussy. He pulled them out and wiped them across my backside and then, placing the leather belt next to my face, he took out his cock and shoved it inside me. I came almost instantly, clutching his cock within my wet vaginal walls as my hot asscheeks continued to glow from his powerful whacks. Keith knew exactly how to wield his leather belt and his cock and as he fucked me, I realized I was going to have another orgasm. That had never happened to me before, but despite many years of spankings since college, nothing like this had ever happened to me before!

When he started hitting each cheek with his fingers, spanking and fucking me simultaneously, I surrendered completely, going limp and not even making a pretense of fucking him back. He knew I was putty in his hands and kept raining smacks down on my bottom until he was ready to come. Then Keith pulled out and splattered my lower half with his come, rubbing it into my skin.

I could smell the leather from the belt as he massaged my asscheeks. Then he pulled me up and kissed me passionately. So, doll, now that I ve fucked you good and hard, I d like to know your name.

What if I don t want to tell you? I asked, joking around.

No sooner were the words out of my mouth than he was sitting on the bed with me over his lap. Then I ll just have to spank it out of you, said Keith. And that s exactly what he did!

Ms. Jillian T., Miami, Florida

When I met Delia, I thought she was a few years younger than me, maybe in her thirties, though I later found out she was actually in her late twenties. Good thing I didn t know beforehand, because at forty five, I d have been nervous around her, but instead, I fell for her hard, immediately desiring her. She didn t look old per se, but had a wise face, and once we found ourselves sitting alone at my favorite caf and started talking, I was intrigued. Her red curly hair was pulled back, her face was dotted with freckles, and she was wearing a long, white dress and open toed shoes. Turns out she was a professor of philosophy in Seattle and was visiting Southern California during her winter break. She was driving around and simply stopping whenever she felt like it. The more we talked, the more I sensed a mutual attraction blooming, and when I invited her to go for a walk after lunch, she readily agreed.

I took her through town and to my favorite park, where we sat on the grass and enjoyed the quiet day and the sun. I was impressed that she didn t mind sitting directly on the grass, though I wished I had a blanket for us to sit on. Soon I found myself incredibly aroused, and hoped she couldn t see my erection. I decided to let her make the first move, if there was going to be one, so that I wouldn t feel like I was imposing on her. Well, pretty soon it was clear that Delia wasn t shy about letting me know she liked me. But unlike many of the women I meet, she wasn t over the top. She simply showed genuine interest in what I was saying, and gradually came to sit right next to me, lacing her fingers between mine.

We paused, silently staring at each other. My breath caught in my throat. I was desperate to kiss her, but Delia was the one who pressed her lips against mine first. We explored each other s lips, and when she gently slipped her sweet, warm tongue into my mouth, it was incredibly hot. My dick got hard right away and I wanted to place her hand on it, but I held back. We kissed until we were breathless, and then Delia looked at me with awe in her eyes. Ethan, she said, gripping my hand tightly. I want you. But I have to tell you something. I ve never done this before. I m a virgin. I just never wound up meeting someone I clicked with. Certainly not like this.

I let out the breath I d been holding. I was simultaneously aroused and uncertain. Of course at my age, it was incredibly rare to meet a woman who was a virgin who d be interested in sleeping with me. The excitement of showing Delia what it was all about, of being the first man to claim her beautiful body, was enough to make my dick even harder. But I wasn t sure if I wanted that responsibility. Delia was too precious, and I didn t want her to do something she might regret. I kissed her again, then stroked her cheek, before taking her hair out of its barrette and letting it cascade down her back. A breeze blew the red curls around, and my hand moved to massage the back of her neck.

Oh, Delia. I m honored that you d want me to be your first. But are you really sure that s what you want? If it is, I can show you incredible pleasure, but I want to make sure your first time is a memory you ll treasure forever.

She bit her lip, a becoming blush suffusing her cheeks. Then her gaze moved down to my crotch. She leaned in close and spoke directly into my ear. Ethan, I want you to be my first. I want to feel your cock. And taste it. Hearing her say that made me picture those sweet lips wrapped around my dick, and I groaned.

Delia, you re one in a million. Let s go back to my place, and you re welcome to stay the night. She agreed, and we quickly got up and went back to my car. I drove to my house while thinking about all the things I wanted to do to Delia, and vice versa. I didn t want to rush things, but I was dying to see what she looked like naked. At my place, we continued kissing for a long time, until my lips were almost sore. She was clearly a very passionate woman, but it wasn t the time to ask her why she had waited so long to have sex.

Ethan, I want to touch your cock, she said, her voice almost hesitant about making such a bold statement. But I pushed her hand away when she reached for my zipper.

Me first, I said, lifting her up in my arms and carrying her from our spot in the living room into my bedroom. She squealed as I swung her around and then deposited her on the bed. I pushed up her white dress to find a simple pair of white cotton panties. Everything about her was both virginal and sensual at the same time. I leaned down and licked the cotton of her underwear, pressing my tongue against her sex. Yes, yes, she said, and I continued until the fabric was totally wet from a combination of my saliva and her juices. I rubbed her clit through the panties, then teased her by pinching it.

Show me how you touch yourself, Delia, I said as I peeled off her panties to reveal a gorgeous, lush pussy, framed by the same red hair she had on her head.

Delia hesitated, and I stroked her slit with my fingers, preparing her for what was to come. Now you, I said and brought her hand to her pussy. She shut her eyes, but she did let her fingers stroke her wetness, which made my cock dance. It was so hot to see my very own virgin touching herself and hear her breathing get more distorted the more aroused she became. Finally, after I couldn t stand it any longer, I leaned down and took my first lick of Delia s cunt. She tasted sweet and savory at once, and I dove right in, pressing my tongue deep inside her tunnel.

I looked up at her while I had my mouth planted against her lips, and she looked even more beautiful than before a look of rapture on her face. I focused on her clit, lashing it with my tongue, then slid two fingers inside her cunt. You re so wet, I said, feeling her clamp down around my invading fingers as I spoke. Virgin or not, Delia was ready to get fucked.

Please, Ethan, I want you inside me, she moaned as my fingers curled to find her G spot. When they did, I pressed against her special spongy area and she moaned, contorting her body as I gave her an orgasm. I didn t know it could be like that, she said, gasping.

Delia, there s a lot I can teach you, I told her as I took off my pants and shirt, and then climbed on top of her. I rubbed my cockhead against her slippery entrance. Are you ready? I asked, feeling her tremble beneath me.

Yes, she whispered, then took my cock in her hand and guided me inside. I moved slowly, wanting her to feel every inch of my cock and savor every moment of her first fuck. I wanted to enjoy it as well, because Delia s super tight pussy made me want to stay inside it forever. I lifted my hips so my cock came in contact with her clit, and she peered up at me with that same wondrous look of amazement.

Do you like my cock, Delia? I asked as I drove it all the way inside, leaning down to kiss her softly.

Yes, Ethan, your cock is so deep inside me, and I love the way it feels. I stayed buried to the hilt but pressed my hips forward a little bit more, making sure she felt the pressure I was providing. You re going to make me come again. I ve never had two orgasms in a row like that, she said, and then she stopped talking and simply arched her hips to meet mine. She wrapped her legs tight around me, and I sucked on one nipple, lightly running my tongue over its hard nub as she climaxed around my cock.

I had thought I was going to pump my load into her pussy, but Delia had other plans. I want to feel your come on my chest. Please let me see you come. I couldn t believe she was requesting this, but I wanted to grant my new lover s wishes. I pulled out and let her pump my cock with her hand a few times. Her grip was tentative at first but got firmer with my encouragement. I showed her how to hold her hand and where to rub, then rubbed my balls while she jerked me off. Soon I was spurting all over Delia s chest, and her moans of pleasure were music to my ears.

I kissed her intensely after we were done, pulling the sheets over us and holding her tight. So, was that what you were expecting?

No, she said, grinning. It was a million times better. So much so that I think I m going to call off the rest of my trip and stay right here with you for the next week. And that s exactly what she did, letting me teach her everything I know about sex. Our affair was necessarily short lived, but when I sent her on her way a week later, we were both barely able to walk after seven days of nonstop fucking. I hope Delia fondly remembers our time together as much as I do. Giving me her virginity was a gift that I treasured. She also showed me that even an age difference can be overcome when there s real chemistry between two people.

Mr. Ethan L., San Diego, California

I ve never really been much of a collector, but when my boyfriend, Dylan, accused me of taking up too much space in our joint dresser drawer because of my plethora of panties, I had to admit he was right. I laughed, because I don t consider my hundred plus pairs of lace and silk underthings a collection, because rather than keeping them in their pristine, original packaging and just mooning over them, I make sure to wear at least one pretty pair a day. Sometimes I ll change because they ve gotten so wet from rubbing against me, or from when I exchange dirty e mails with Dylan throughout the day.

He wasn t really angry, that much was for sure, because the panties are for Dylan s benefit as well. Even though he likes to tease me about my many sets of underwear, Dylan likes my panty play as much as I do. If he caught me wearing plain white cotton, I think he d be disappointed. I try to mix it up, and sometimes I make him guess which pair I m wearing. Recently, he gave me a very special gift: a thong made of lace and pearls! The idea is that the string of pearls falls within the crack of my ass and between my pussy lips, rubbing against my clit all day long. Well, you can imagine how thrilled I was to add this latest pair of naughty panties to my dresser. Actually, first I stood right in our kitchen, where he d surprised me, and slipped out of my skirt and by now soaked pair of mesh bikinis. Dylan s fingers immediately reached for my cunt, but I pushed him away, insisting on trying on the pearls.

Let me see, he said, sinking down to the ground. We d each just gotten home from a long day at the office, and sex is always a surefire way to relieve the tension of the workday. Spread your legs, Lily, he instructed, and I did, knowing that the thin line of pearls wouldn t cover the entirety of my wet pink flesh. I d worn thongs before and had always gotten aroused from the pressure of the tight fabric bisecting my pussy lips, but this was something new. Even standing still, the pearls pressed against my clit and made their presence known between my butt cheeks. When Dylan s tongue darted out and licked along the length of what I d already come to think of as my new sex toy, I had to reach out to hold onto the counter.

His mouth continued to probe my pearl thong covered pussy, the pressure of his tongue spinning the smooth, round beads against my folds. When I bore down against him, it felt all the better, and the roughness was exactly what I needed against my clit. I began to grind against Dylan s mouth while he ate me lustily, seemingly as turned on by the combination of pearls and pussy as I was. I reached behind me and tugged the back of the thong upward so it settled deeper into my asscrack, giving me a dual sensation of pleasure. It was like the thong itself was a sex toy being manipulated by his tongue and my ass.

I was on the edge of orgasm when Dylan stopped, standing up and kissing me with pussy flavored lips. Do you like your gift, baby? Do you think you ll be wearing these to work and slipping and sliding against them?

Oh yes, definitely. These are the sexiest panties I ve ever worn. But I need to come . . . aren t you going to help me out with that?

I pleaded with my boyfriend to fuck me, especially once I reached down and felt how hard he was. I think that s within the realm of possibility, he said as he took out his cock and rubbed it against the beads. I made a move to take off the panties, but Dylan stilled my hand.

Leave them on, he said, his voice getting ragged as he rubbed the head of his cock against the beads, pushing them slightly inside my slit. I whimpered both at the feel of the round pearls on my slippery cunt and the promise of his dick. Then he moved the thong aside to push his cock into my pussy. I looked down and saw the pearls now rubbing against him. It was a tight fit, as the thong wasn t exactly made to be used in this way, but that made our fucking all the more exciting.

Dylan reached around and fingered the pearls lining my asscrack, tapping them as he plunged inside me. See what I mean? he said before pulling out and then pumping back in. His cock was ramming into me full force, but I was so wet I was ready for it. The thong had been the perfect foreplay, and with each thrust of his dick, they added another layer of enjoyment.

I had a feeling I might collapse soon, and I pulled Dylan onto the kitchen floor with me. We were able to stay entwined, and lying on my back with the thong parting my asscheeks while Dylan fucked me was even better than standing up. When I lifted my hips and wrapped my legs around his waist, the string of pearls was pulled more tautly against me. I liked knowing that they felt good against his shaft as well. Dylan pulled out, treating me to a glimpse of his glistening cock, coated with my juices, before again pushing himself inside me. That, combined with his fingers dexterity, made me come, convulsing against his touch. I moaned and opened my mouth, stretching out my tongue to let him know I wanted to taste him.

Dylan obliged, shifting so his dick hovered over my open lips. I stuck out my tongue, running it along his crown until he lowered himself to press his cock inside my mouth. At the same time, he bent down and once again lapped at my clit, holding open my lips so he could get full access to what lay between them. By then, the pearls were covered with my juices, but that seemed to make him all the hornier, and he dove in, shoving his tongue as far as it would go into my hole, along with the pearls. I was overwhelmed with sensation as I swallowed his cock to the hilt, both of us gorging on the other s private parts. I was hoping he d reach orgasm first, but he seemed intent on making me come no matter how hard I sucked him, so I just lay back, savoring the feeling of my mouth being full of Dylan s cock while his thumbs pressed against the hood of my clit and his tongue massaged my sex.

Soon I was rising up to meet him at both ends, raising my head enough so my lips met the base of his cock and enabling his tongue to go that much deeper into my sex. He took a moment to remove his lips from my pussy, replacing them with three urgent fingers, which twisted inside me. Come for me, Lily, he said, and between his words and the thong, I did come, my juices spilling over his fingers, my throat tightening by default as I moaned around his cock.

Dylan made sure to get a good taste of my juices, swallowing as much of them as he could before he shifted, turning so that he was sitting atop me. He fucked my face, and my mouth, along with the rest of my body, was totally relaxed as I reveled in the post orgasmic haze. When he took his cock out and rubbed it against my cheek, I moaned, sucking him more firmly when he put it back. You re a good girl to suck my cock like that, Lily. I hope that s how you thank me every time I buy you a present, he said. I was reminded of the thong, which was still twisted up between my butt cheeks, the soaked pearls nestled between my cunt lips. I moaned as I felt him explode in my mouth, his hot, salty cream a bonus on top of what he d already given me.

Eventually, we made our way off the kitchen floor and into the bathroom. I took off the thong, soaking it in soapy water and fingering the beads as I recalled the pleasure they d given me. This gift comes with one condition, he said as we entered the shower and blasted ourselves with hot water. When I tell you to wear it, I want you to wear it. Thinking about you in that thing will give me a boner all day.

Deal, I said, grateful that I had a guy who didn t simply tolerate my panty fetish, but wanted to bring me as much panty pleasure as he could.

Ms. Lily V., Amarillo, Texas