I am a twenty eight year old post operative transsexual. After many years of confusion and stress, I ve become what I always knew myself to be and attractive young woman. My shoulder length brown hair frames delicately feminine features. My breasts are firm and shapely without any help from silicone, my legs are absolutely terrific and my voice is throaty and undeniably female. In short, I m as happy as any newly created female could be.

Surprisingly, it was hard for me to start having sex. For years I daydreamed about having a vagina and how it would feel for it to be penetrated by a thrusting male organ. Once I was fully recovered from surgery, I set out to turn my dream into a reality. I loved the foreplay, but I could never achieve a real orgasm. No matter what I tried, or with whom, I just couldn t get off. I read books and talked to experts in transsexuality, but the results were the same zero. After months of frustration, I was almost resigned to the absence of a major part of what it means to be female.

I was taking evening courses in psychology at the local university that winter. My goal was to become a counselor and work with people with gender identity problems. My favorite class was the one on the psychology of sex, and it was in that class that I became friendly with two guys who I thought might help me break through orgasmically. Clay and Arnold were serious students. One Friday, I finally worked up the nerve to invite them to meet me at our local pub. When Clay and Arnold walked in, I waved them over to my table. We ordered drinks and began to talk and laugh as I worked up the courage to invite them over to my freshly scrubbed apartment.

Once there, I snuggled between them on the couch and took each of them by the hand. I saw them exchange incredulous grins. I turned to Clay, cupped a hand behind his head and began kissing him. Our tongues snaked and slithered together. We were both a little breathless when I finally pulled away. I turned to Arnold and gave him the same treatment. Then I pulled my sweater over my head and unhooked my bra. Cupping a soft breast in each hand, I leaned back and closed my eyes. Come on, boys, kiss them, I murmured.

Clay s tongue softly stroked one of my stiff nipples, while Arnold s lips sucked the other, and soon a wave of desire swept over me. I sighed and pulled their heads closer. Clay added fuel to my fire by sliding a hand under my skirt to fondle my thighs. Almost involuntarily, I slid down a little and spread my legs. His fingers reached beneath the waistband of my bikini panties and dipped into my wet pussy. His expert caresses began gently but soon escalated into bolder, more urgent strokes.

It was getting to be too much. I twisted around toward Clay, opened my eyes and mashed my lips against his. After a moment, he broke away. Which way to the bedroom? he gasped.

Over there, I gestured weakly. Carry me, Clay!

In a flash, he swept me up in his arms and headed toward the bedroom. It was beautiful. Here I was, half naked in the powerful arms of an obviously aroused male. I sighed, slipped my arms around his neck and surrendered happily to my fate.

Clay carefully lowered me onto the big waterbed that dominates my boudoir and began to strip. He had a gorgeous body slim, trim and well muscled. At the moment, however, I only had eyes for his huge erection. Never taking my eyes off him, I wriggled out of my skirt. When Clay joined me on the bed, I was wearing only my lacy black bikini panties.

I began by showering soft kisses on his face and back. Slowly I worked my down his chest and belly. After tantalizing him for as long as I could stand it, I opened my mouth and engulfed his massive cock. Lovingly, I swirled my tongue around the tip, then began licking my way down the long shaft. I pulled back, then eased forward again, trying to take as much of him into my mouth as possible. Soon I was sucking him in a steady rhythm, my mind focused exclusively on giving him pleasure.

I was so wrapped up in sucking Clay s cock that I had forgotten all about Arnold. I was suddenly reminded of his presence when I felt strong hands pulling down my panties. Reluctantly, I released Clay s delicious cock and looked around. I saw a naked and grinning Arnold crouched behind me. Tossing aside my panties, he gripped the soft globes of my ass and thrust his cock into my pussy.

It was the most amazing sensation I d ever experienced. Each long, smooth stroke doubled my pleasure. The three of us became one seething, interconnected mound of flesh, with my mouth and pussy as the center.

It all happened at once. As my mouth slid halfway down Clay s cock, he erupted in a torrent of hot cream. Then, as I gulped down what seemed like gallons of semen, Arnold exploded inside me and my pussy convulsed in a glorious orgasmic spasm. For a moment I thought I was going to pass out, but instead I rode wave after wave of lust a woman at last!

As I stretched contentedly between Clay and Arnold in the aftermath of our little orgy, my fingers gently probed my still tingling pussy. Already I was imagining future encounters, confident that my female body was ready for any and all kinds of sexual activity.

Ms. Vera C., New York, New York

During my five years of marriage to Carl, he has been constantly after me to let him fuck me in the ass. I have steadfastly refused. First of all because he has a rather large cock and secondly, because it has always seemed kind of dirty to me. All this changed about a month ago.

My girlfriend Ann invited me over to her apartment one afternoon for a little girl talk and to try out some new taco dip she was going to serve at a party that weekend. As it turned out, a pitcher of margaritas accompanied the tacos. As we dipped into the guacamole, the subject turned to sex. I was feeling rather relaxed and carefree and didn t think twice about telling Ann of my husband s desire to have anal sex with me.

Ann listened intently and then said, Well, if he thinks anal sex is so great, why don t you turn the tables on him? I looked at her quizzically and then she told me to follow her to her bedroom. Once there, Ann went over to her dresser, opened a drawer and extracted a black leather harness. This should do the trick, she said. Come over and select your weapon.

I went over to the dresser and looked in the drawer. To my amazement there was an array of vibrators, dildos, anal plugs and other devices that I didn t recognize. It looked like the whole inventory of a marital aids catalog.

Pick out a dildo that fits the harness, said Ann, and I ll show you how to assemble the thing.

Beginning to realize what she had in mind, I selected a very lifelike, flesh colored dildo. Ann took it from me, expertly slipped it into place in the black leather harness and snapped closed a restraining strap.

Why don t you put this on, honey, and I ll help adjust the leg straps so that you get a nice comfortable fit. I must have blushed but Ann insisted. Just take off your skirt and put yourself in my hands, she purred.

I guess my fascination was rising because I complied by slipping out of my skirt. Ann stared at my panties. I think you ought to take those off too, she said, so that you can get the feel of the dildo against your cunt.

The use of the word cunt surprised me, but also aroused me in a funny way. I slipped out of my panties and Ann buckled the leg straps around my legs and positioned my cock at my crotch. As she tightened the straps, my cock suddenly stood straight out. I looked down at it and felt very strange indeed. Ann just smiled.

Why don t I give you some head, baby? she asked. All my dates think I do a great job of sucking cock.

I was in a semi trance by now, wondering where all this would lead. Ann fell to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. I looked down and watched her wild mane of red hair bobbing up and down as she worked on me. The movement of her head caused the base of the dildo to rub against my pussy lips and also against my clitoris. I was becoming extremely aroused and was disappointed when Ann suddenly stopped. I felt like begging her to continue.

She looked up at me with smoldering eyes and said, As long as you ve got that thing on, why don t you fuck me with it?

In no time we were both stark naked and on the bed. I spread Ann s legs and she handed me a tube of KY. Wordlessly, I greased up my cock and went to work on her. Entry was easy, but nevertheless she gasped as I slid the dildo all the way in. I started thrusting into her, just the way my husband thrusts into me, and I started talking dirty, just the way he does.

I told Ann what a great cunt she had and how I loved fucking it. I told her how I liked to do it doggy style. I squeezed her tits hard. Fucking her created more and more friction on my pussy, driving me closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly, Ann started bucking and thrashing. We came together, hard. Our bodies continued to spasm long after we had climaxed. Finally, we rolled apart.

Whew, I said, now I know why Carl always wants to fuck.

Two days later, on a Friday night, my husband came home from a business trip hornier than hell. It didn t take long for the two of us to end up in the bedroom. As usual, he started in about doing me anally. To his surprise, I said, You know, Carl, I think it s about time we try anal. Let me go into the bathroom and get ready.

By the look on his face, I knew he couldn t believe this was happening. I told him to strip and get out the KY, and I d be right back. Well, you can imagine the look in his eyes when I walked back into the bedroom with my cock sticking out.

Ms. Patty N., Lincoln, Nebraska

Nothing gets my juices flowing like a nicely bulging crotch. That s why I was happy to land a job as a cocktail waitress I figured that in a bar there d be plenty of stud traffic.

Danny, the boss, was definitely my type with his curly black hair and hazel eyes that sparkled when they moved over my body. As Lucy, the bartender, gave me a rundown on drinks, Danny sat at one end of the bar and watched me. Feeling his eyes on me, I wiggled my ass a little as I leaned across the bar. Then I turned toward him and glanced down to where the fabric of his pants was stretched tight across his cock. I hope you ll be happy with my work, Danny, I said, giving him my best smile. His eyes lit up at that.

But I didn t have much time to dream about Danny s cock this was, after all, a busy place. I got a kick out of leaning way over when I served a guy a drink so he could eye my cleavage. I liked to watch the guys squirm in their seats and imagined their cocks stirring in their pants. By the end of the night I was so horny I could have screamed. I mean, my pussy was soaking wet!

When Danny finally flipped the closed sign on the front door, the other waitresses said their good byes and left. Lucy was sitting at one end of the bar adding up the night s receipts. As for Danny, he couldn t take his eyes off my tits, and the big bulge in his crotch was making my mouth water. When I couldn t stand it anymore, I stepped behind the bar and pulled his zipper down. As he stood there, speechless, I knelt and took him in my mouth. I gave his cock such a long, hard suck he had to hold onto the bar to keep himself upright. Then I rolled the head around in my mouth, licking the underside of the shaft with quick little flicks of my tongue as Danny whimpered above me.

I took a few more long sucks that made his knees buckle, then worked his slippery cock in and out of my mouth, letting it ram against the back of my throat. Danny was moaning nonstop. When I knew he was about to come, I gave him my best, rolling my tongue along the underside of his cock as it pulsed against my uvula. That sent him right over the edge and with a cry he exploded in my mouth. I swallowed, loving his taste.

Finally, I stood up and wiped my mouth with a napkin from the top of the bar. Danny had a dazed look on his face. I hope you liked my work tonight, Danny, I said as I left.

The memory of sucking his beautiful cock was with me the whole next day, and I was looking forward to work that night. When I arrived, Danny was sitting at the bar. As soon as he saw me, he got a silly grin on his face that I thought was adorable. The sexual tension between us was delicious and I could feel him following me with his eyes all during the first few hours of my shift. But then, around eleven, a tall redhead came in and talked to Danny. Minutes later, he left with the woman. I was a little hurt because for some reason I d assumed Danny didn t have a girlfriend.

Right about then I noticed a hunky guy at the bar sending me signals. He was sandy haired and so muscular I thought he might be a weightlifter. Between his legs was a delicious looking mound that drew my eyes like a magnet. I decided that Danny could have all the fun he wanted with his redhead. I was going to have a little party of my own.

The next time I went to the bar, I turned to smile at my admirer. His slow smile was a real turn on, and I felt a familiar buzz in my cunt. We chatted as Lucy filled my drink order. His name was Max, and he said he was an auto mechanic. He was really nice. No dummy, Max could see I was hot for him, and I m sure he caught me stealing glances at his bulge. I think I ve got something you want, he said. With that, he took my arm and led me to the deserted men s room.

There he unzipped his fly and took out his throbbing cock. What a beauty! I plunged that cock into my mouth like a popsicle. Max leaned against the sink, spreading his legs and giving a sigh of pleasure. I reached into his pants and brought out his balls, fondling them as I enjoyed my mouthful of meat. He was so big I could hardly get my mouth around him. I licked him, all the time playing with his balls. He started to breathe fast, his cock pulsing inside my mouth. I was excited by the fact that someone could come into the men s room at any moment and find me kneeling there, sucking away on a big cock.

When Max s cock was slippery with my saliva, I let it slide out of my mouth. My fingers rubbed it up and down, alternating between a feather touch and a light squeeze, while my tongue roamed over his balls. I heard Max gasp.

Again I took the shaft of his cock in my mouth. He grabbed my head and started fucking my face. I wanted his come in my mouth as badly as he wanted to shoot it into me, but I had one more trick that I knew would drive him crazy. With my lips stretched wide around his thick cock, I shook free of his hands and gave him a long suck as I tilted my head back, away from him, alternately puckering and loosening my lips on his shaft as it slid slowly out of my mouth. Then I went back down on him fast, running my teeth over his cock, not biting but letting him feel the hard edges.

That did it. Max bellowed and shot into my mouth. I couldn t swallow fast enough and some of his cream dripped down my chin. I ran my tongue greedily over my lips. Standing up, I patted my mouth with a wet paper towel. I better get back to my customers, I said. Nice as my time with Max had been, I was still thinking about Danny.

Danny had returned and was at the bar. He saw me come out of the restroom area with Max and I saw the hurt in his eyes. I wanted to put my arms around him. I d never felt that way about anyone sort of tender and passionate at the same time. Danny was really getting to me. But who was that redhead?

When the last customer left, Danny motioned me over to the bar. He set a vodka and tonic in front of me and we started to talk. Well, it turned out the redhead was Danny s sister in law! I was so happy I wanted to shout.

Danny locked up and we drove to his place, barely talking. I was so hot I wanted to rip my clothes off as soon as we walked into his living room. But Danny wanted to go slow. He took off each piece of my clothing as if he were unwrapping a gift, licking each part of my body as it was exposed. It was the most sensuous experience! When he got to my panties, he knelt and started licking my tummy as he pulled the fabric down. He kissed my bush, then parted my lips and began tonguing me. He nipped at my clit, sending pleasure through my body.

Weak kneed, I sank to the floor. Danny stayed right with me, his mouth on my pussy, his tongue busy as a bee sucking out all the honey from my flower. My body seemed to be coiling tighter and tighter, like a spring. I was about to come and told Danny so. Using swift strokes, he fucked me with his tongue. I heard myself screaming as I came, contractions rocking my body, fire shooting through me. I was all pussy glorious, coming pussy and still Daniel lapped at me, prolonging my pleasure, sending me to the moon.

At last, my body stopped bucking and I lay still, trying to catch my breath. When I opened my eyes, Danny was smiling down at me. He had an enormous hard on, and although I felt drained from the exquisite pleasure I had experienced, I couldn t let that lovely erection go to waste.

One good turn deserves another, I murmured, taking him into my mouth.

That was the beginning of a beautiful relationship that is still going strong after three years. Danny loves all the delicious things I do to him with my tongue. As for me, no one has ever gone down on me the way he does. Having his face buried in my pussy is one of the great joys of my life.

Ms. Opal V., Reno, Nevada

My friend Stan and I had been planning a ski weekend for some time. We needed two or more people to join us to share accommodation expenses. I couldn t talk my friends into joining us, so Stan said he d ask some people at work. I was happy when he told me they had agreed to come, and even happier when he told me these two people were a couple of really fun women.

We were all set to go when two days before the trip, Stan said something drastic had come up and he had to cancel. Since we had already paid deposits and bought plane tickets, I decided to go anyway and hoped he could find someone to take his place. But it was last minute, so only three of us flew to Colorado Pam, Dale and me.

We got to know each other on the flight. Pam was very attractive with long brown silky hair and a dark complexion. She had a wonderful body from what I could tell, with long, slender legs and medium sized breasts. There was an air of mystery about her. Dale was a vivacious, outgoing blonde.

We got to our condo and found two spacious bedrooms, a living room, a fireplace and a jacuzzi. We made a trip to the grocery store and then settled in for the night.

Skiing the first day was superb, and over dinner we enjoyed a playful, sexy conversation. In fact, I had a bulge in my pants that was plainly visible to both women as we left the restaurant. Dale had made some friends on the slope that day and decided to go with them, while Pam and I said we would spend a quiet evening in the condo.

I let Pam take her shower first, saying I would start a fire and read until she was done. She emerged in a long white cotton night robe. It wasn t very revealing but it was sexy nonetheless. She said she was going to lie down while I showered. I was kind of hoping she would magically appear in the shower with me, but no such luck. When I finished, I put on some sweats and walked down the hall past the room she shared with Dale. Her light was out, and at first I thought she was asleep, but a closer look proved otherwise.

Pam was on her back with her robe still tied at the waist, but her breasts and crotch were exposed. And she was masturbating. She seemed utterly transfixed, as was I as I stood motionless and watched. She was rubbing her clit with one hand, occasionally inserting two fingers into her vagina. With the thumb and forefinger of her other hand she was twirling her nipple. Her eyes were closed tight and her breathing was quick and shallow. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, her legs well muscled. She brought the hand that was on her breast down to her pussy and held her lips open to better rub her clit. All her actions were unhurried yet purposeful. I could feel my erection straining in my pants, and I dared not move for fear that she d notice me.

Then she must have sensed my presence because she stopped, opened her eyes and looked at me. At first I saw shock on her face, but then she smiled softly. I didn t know what to do. When she started playing with herself again while still looking at me, I entered the room and sat at the foot of the bed. Pam s eyes clouded over as she began to really give me a show.

She held her pussy open, so I could see how wet she was, and slowly inserted one, then two fingers inside herself. She moved them in and out slowly and methodically while her thumb stroked her clitoris. She opened her eyes and saw that mine were riveted to the spot. I was taking in her body and the pleasure she was giving herself. I was sorely tempted to strip naked and join her in bed, but I was loath to break the spell.

Pam continued her show for me until I could sense her urgency and excitement. She didn t quite speed up, just got more and more rhythmic in her motions. Her breathing became more erratic. Her fingers were glistening with her juices and her breasts and forehead were covered with a sheen of perspiration. Then her orgasm racked her body and she moaned loudly. Her legs tightened and her fingers remained buried in her pussy. She kept playing with her clitoris as if to prolong her pleasure, coming for what seemed like minutes.

As Pam came down from her peak, she opened her eyes and looked at me. I could only smile in appreciation of what I had just witnessed. She withdrew her fingers from her wetness and brought them to her lips, licking them sensuously. Then she sat up and leaned toward me, but I eased her back down and straightened up to remove my pants. As she watched, I slowly pushed my pants down over my aching hard on. The tip of my cock was sticking out over the top of the waistband of my underwear, and I looked at her to see a wonderful, sexy smile. I reached inside my shorts to play with my balls, making her wait to see my cock. It was obvious by now that we both liked to play the same game.

I grasped my cock and slowly stroked it up and down while it was still inside my underwear. I was standing only a couple of feet from her, watching her watch me. Finally, I slid my underwear down and just stood there quietly, letting Pam take it all in. Then I took hold of the base and pointed the shaft at her. I wanted desperately to move a step closer and place my cock in her mouth, but playing the game was more important. I pulled the skin down lightly to engorge the head further, then slowly stroked the underside with my thumb. A little drop of pre come emerged from the head.

I needed to sit down and did so with one foot on the bed and the other hanging off the side. Pam was stroking her still exposed breast, her eyes fixed on my raging erection. I continued to stroke my shaft slowly and rhythmically. The feeling was intense, because I was getting an extra jolt from her watching me, but I couldn t keep this going much longer. I began stroking my cock with a rhythm that brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

And then I was coming. The first jet of sperm shot over Pam s leg and onto the floor. The next few spurts sent my come onto her thigh and robe. I tightly stroked my cock until I was spent and my hand was wet with my come. Pam looked from my cock to my eyes, and without speaking, she reached down to her thigh, scooped up the drops of semen that had landed there and brought them to her lips with extreme pleasure. God, she was good.

Maintaining our silence, we cleaned ourselves up minutes before Dale returned from visiting her friends. Pam and I just smiled at each other and told Dale that we had sat around the fire and talked for a while.

Pam and I played our little erotic game once more during that memorable weekend, but she rebuffed my attempts to have intercourse with her. We exchanged phone numbers before parting and I ve called her several times since returning home. She seems ambivalent about us getting together, even if only to play our game again, and this is downright puzzling. I don t know what her story is, but one thing is certain: the beautiful, mysterious Pam gave me a weekend I won t ever forget.

Mr. Vince B., Atlanta, Georgia

Bobbi Jo has been working in my department for a couple years, and more than any woman before her, she has become one of the guys. Four letter words and dirty jokes don t bother her, and she can give as well as take. Underneath the jeans and t shirts she wears to work every day, however, appears to be a body to kill for. She is short, about five feet three inches tall, but with full tits, a small waist and a round ass that is spectacular when packed in tight denim. She may have been one of the guys, but I never missed a chance to flirt with her in a non pushy way.

In October 1991, during the week of the annual Texas Oklahoma football game, she wore a Texas Longhorn shirt to work. Being an Oklahoma Sooner, I told her she had a lot of nerve to wear that shirt when she shared a worktable with an O.U. alum. She shot back that I just didn t have the nerve to wear an Oklahoma shirt because I knew Texas was going to win the game.

Care to put your money where your mouth is? I responded.

I m a little short on cash this month, Bobbi Jo said. But I ll put my mouth where my mouth is!

When I said I didn t know what she meant, she gave me this devilish grin and said, I ll bet you a blowjob that Texas beats those Okie pussies!

This sounded interesting to me especially since O.U. was favored by fourteen points. You re on! was my first reaction, followed shortly by, I get a blowjob from you if Oklahoma wins, but what do I pay if I lose?

Looking me right in the eye, Bobbi Jo said, A blowjob . . . you suck a guy s dick while I watch. I dare you. And with that, she walked away.

I was nervous about the bet, but inside I was secretly excited.

Nothing else was said about the bet the rest of the week. On Saturday, I watched the game with interest. Though O.U. won the game in every statistical category, they couldn t cross the goal line their field goal kicker was terrible, and Texas recovered a fumble and returned it for a touchdown. Oklahoma and I both lost.

On Monday, I avoided Bobbi Jo and we never talked. Same thing for Tuesday and Wednesday. On Thursday, however, she walked right up to me, handed me a slip of paper and said, Tonight you pay off. Here s my address, see you at six o clock.

She grinned and turned to walk away. Wait, I almost shouted. Then, looking around, I lowered my voice. You really don t expect me to, er, pay off?

Now listen, Bobbi Jo said, the guy is no one you know and he doesn t know you. I m never going to tell anyone, you can count on it. But you no show on me, and I ll tell everyone in this department that you did suck a cock.

The rest of the day went by way too fast. I left work at about 4:30 p.m. and headed straight for a bar to have a drink and think about my next move. The whiskey helped calm me a little, and I began to think Bobbi Jo had to be bluffing. She had to be!

When I got to her apartment, I found her there with a guy who looked to be about twenty five years old. He had long curly hair and a body builder s physique. Bobbi Jo offered me a drink, and while she fixed it I just stood there trying not to stare at this guy. When she returned she handed me the drink and said, I m glad you re a man of honor who knows that a bet is a bet.

I sat in a chair across from Bobbi Jo and Mr. Muscles on the couch. They were whispering and giggling, with Bobbi Jo s hand rubbing up and down on his thigh. Then they both hugged, and as I watched dumbfounded, Bobbi Jo began stroking his cock and balls through his tight blue jeans.

Finally, she looked my way and said, This is really your job. With that, they both stood up and walked a few steps over to my chair. Bobbi Jo s hands urged me up out of the chair and onto my knees in front of Mr. Muscles. Now I could see the outline of his half hard cock against his tight jeans. Bobbi Jo stroked my face and said, Just give him the blowjob you ve always wanted to get yourself. Unzip his pants and make love to your first cock. She laughed and added, If it is your first.

It was, and I was shaky. But somehow, propelled by either a sense of debt, curiosity or desire (probably some of all three), I reached out and unzipped his jeans. With both hands I pulled his pants and briefs down his legs. There it was! Still trembling, but also feeling my own cock stirring to life, I gently massaged his balls and stroked his cock. Bobbi Jo pulled a chair around beside us and plopped down in it, exclaiming, God, this is great!

Mr. Muscles cock was circumcised and four to five inches long and growing. His balls were big and felt heavy. As my hands moved gently about him, I leaned forward and, almost without thinking, began licking his shaft, then around the head, and back up and down the shaft. His cock was very smooth and felt warm, and my own was now straining against my pants.

I was oblivious to everything except his cock and my own excitement. I licked, stroked and nuzzled, and the object of my attention topped out at a rigid seven inches with an ever enlarging purple head. Now it was time, and I opened my mouth as wide as I could and lowered it around his cock. My head bobbed up and down over his cock as my hand jacked him off at the same time.

I was doing what Bobbi Jo had said I was making love to his cock, giving him the blowjob I had always wanted to get. Apparently I was doing a good job, because Mr. Muscles began to moan and wobble a little. He put both hands on my head for balance and even began to stroke my hair.

Taking pride in the reaction I was causing, I went after sucking his cock the way I like mine sucked hard, wet and fast, with my hand jerking his cock in unison with my mouth. Mr. Muscles began to mumble a few half hearted words and groans, the sounds of an excited male. Then he decided to take over.

His left hand pulled my head from his cock and put it on his hip, and his right hand grasped the hair at the back of my head to hold it still. He then began to slam his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth for all he was worth. I heard Bobbi Jo for the first time and realized she was now on her knees right beside us, getting a close up look at the action and giving Mr. Muscles encouragement, as if he needed any. Yeah, fuck his face good! she cried out. Give him that cock. He loves it!

I was loving it, but I was afraid he was going to knock me over. I reached around behind his legs with both hands to hold on, and my hands settled on his ass. God, it was great feeling the strong muscles in his ass tighten and relax with each stroke. I squeezed his ass and dug my fingers into his cheeks. He was fucking my face good, but then, suddenly, he pulled free of my mouth and started jerking his cock.

I wanted his cock back in my mouth. I tried for it, but his grasp on my hair was firm and he held me away. Please, I begged. My hand wrapped around his. At least I could help him jack off.

He exploded and come splashed against my face. Great gobs hit with amazing force. Then suddenly it was over and I began to come back to reality. What was I doing? Sucking cock and loving it, that s what!

Mr. Muscles backed away, collapsing on the couch, and then I heard Bobbi Jo again. Fan fucking tastic! she said. You loved it, you cocksucker. And you were great. If the guys at work knew you had this talent, you could make a fortune during coffee breaks! I spun around to look at her. Don t worry, I ll keep my end of the bet, she continued. No one will know. Now go in the bathroom and clean yourself up. Then let yourself out. If you didn t take everything he s got, I m going to see what I can get out of him.

All the way home I kept thinking about what had happened. I still love pussy and don t plan on a major lifestyle change. But I also know that if I ever get another chance with a guy and his hard cock, I won t pass it up.

Mr. Bud K., Carson City, Nevada

So it was your basic Wednesday night in my favorite bar and in walks this amazing couple the woman was a real classy kind of beauty, in fact, a dead ringer for Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, and she was with this rocker type. You know, long blond hair, well tanned, the kind of guy so many young women seem to go gaga over. So it kind of took me back when I noticed her watching me.

At one point, she got up to use the ladies room. Let me tell you, this chick was hot! She was about six feet tall with legs that just wouldn t quit. As she passed by, she gave me this smoldering look. On the way back to her table she did it again! My cock was sure throbbing after that and I guess I was staring at her when she coolly motioned me over to her table.

She looked me up and down as I approached her and glanced at her boyfriend, who nodded. We began a conversation like none I have ever experienced because everything she said was so assertive, it jangled my brains. Something about my dick running the show, right? And something about my desires being written on my forehead. And then finally Virginia said she wanted me to come home with her and bone her brains out in front of her boyfriend, Greg, while he served as our slave!

I couldn t believe my ears. I m a pretty open minded guy, and at times I can be fairly adventurous, but this really blew my mind. The idea of being around another guy had me nervous, but if that s what it took to get into this chick s panties, I thought it d be worth it. As we talked, I felt her hand rubbing the enormous bulge in my pants. After awhile she whispered in my ear, Ready for the big time?

I followed them back to her place, and she got us some wine while I used her facilities. When I came out, the boyfriend was gone. Virginia turned toward me and we embraced and kissed. My hands ran up under her skirt, caressing her smooth butt as she ground her pelvis against mine. Then Virginia pushed me down on her couch and elegantly lowered herself between my legs to undo my fly. She took my cock into her mouth and worked it all the way down her throat, doing this thing with her tongue that drove me absolutely wild! Then she brought her head back up and looked me in the eye. She gave me this I can t wait to tear you up look and asked if I was ready to meet her slave.

Sure, I said, more nonchalantly than I felt.

She sat up on the couch and spoke loudly up the stairs, Come down here, slave! I looked up to see Greg in a skimpy pair of zebra striped shorts with his wrists handcuffed behind his back. She ordered him to sit in the chair opposite the couch. My stomach was doing flip flops!

Look up, slave, she commanded. This is Cory. He ll be your master for the evening.

I didn t know what to do, so I said, Hi, how are you doing? Probably not the most appropriate thing to say but hey, I d never done this before. Greg just gave me a submissive look and mumbled Hi. This was definitely the strangest situation I d ever been in.

Virginia pushed me back on the couch and was looking straight into her boyfriend s eyes when she took my raging boner into her mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of her hot mouth making love to my cock. Once again she got me close to the point of no return and then stopped. She sat up, took a sip of wine and looked at her boyfriend.

So, slave, how does it feel to see your mistress with another man? Cory here, he s got such a nice cock. She sighed heavily, urging me on as she lay back, and I worked my way down to her heaven patch. I kept stealing looks Greg s way, watching him watch me make his girlfriend squirm.

I took my time, slowly teasing her with my tongue, running it up and down her juicy slit. Finally, I pulled her lips apart, forcing her love button to stick up. Then I started flicking my tongue back and forth over it. Virginia started moaning, and in no time at all I felt her body tense. She grabbed my head and held it hard against her sex as she clamped down with her thighs and wailed. Then, wanting more, she pulled me up to her, saying in a breathless voice, Stick your cock in me. Now!

She spread her legs wide and sighed deeply as I buried myself inside her. I started working her, pulling out slowly and then sliding in hard. She was staring right at her boyfriend with this wicked look on her face. He was sitting there, not able to reach his own boner, watching my cock slide in and out of his beloved s pussy. Man, it was something else!

I started pumping Virginia harder. As her orgasm approached, she opened her eyes wide and looked up into mine, her mouth forming a silent O as she held her breath. I bent down and stuck my tongue in her throat. That s all it took. Her body tensed and started shaking. Muffled cries escaped her mouth as she sucked on my tongue so hard I thought she d pull it out! She lay there panting for a moment with her eyes closed. I rolled off her and looked over at her boyfriend with his hard on poking up out of his shorts.

So, slave, Virginia said, how did it feel to see me getting fucked? You did see me getting fucked, didn t you?

Yes, Mistress, Greg replied meekly.

And did you see how hard I came?

Yes, Mistress, he mumbled.

Well, then, ready for more? she snapped, as she leaned back again and guided my face toward her pussy. I just looked over at Greg and smiled as I put my head between his girlfriend s legs. As I was going at her with my tongue, I heard her snap her fingers. Moments later, Greg was sucking my cock!

I d had a feeling this was going to happen, and wasn t sure how I was going to deal with it when it did. But just as I felt panic start to rise up, Virginia started talking to me. Oh yes, baby. Lick me. You are so good, she cooed. And she started fucking my mouth. I guess it was the combination of her enthusiasm and the undeniable effect a warm mouth has on my cock that made me want to go with the flow.

Virginia alternated between watching me eat her out and watching Greg go down on me. I could tell it was getting her real hot, which only made me hotter. Then, without warning, she scrambled off the couch, grabbed my hand and led me to the floor. She lay down on her back with her knees splayed. Her pussy lips were wet and flushed with excitement as she looked into my eyes with that same smoldering look she had given me in the bar, and she said, Fuck me, baby. Fuck me for all you re worth.

She didn t need to ask twice. As I went down between her legs, she ordered her boyfriend to come over and watch. He knelt down beside us as I spread her legs and slid into her. Writhing and moaning, she grabbed her boyfriend by the hair and crushed his face against her breasts, ordering him to suck her nipples.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me as I pounded her pussy hard. She started screaming, Oh God! Oh God! I m coming! Her body went rigid in orgasm and after that she felt squishier inside as I continued to hammer away at her. Finally, I could hold back no longer. I pulled out and sprayed my seed all over her pussy and stomach. In fact, I was still coming, stroking my cock down, squeezing out every last drop, when she grabbed her boyfriend by the hair and pulled his face to her messy abdomen.

Eat it, baby! she ordered him. Every last drop! She rubbed his face in my sticky stuff and he began lapping it up with his tongue. After he had cleaned her, she pushed him away and I saw his face was smeared with my cream. Unbelievable!

God, you re the best, Virginia said, smiling up at me. I m really glad we got together tonight.

Me too, I said, smiling back at her.

I ve been to the bar several times since then but haven t seen this amazing couple. I really don t expect to ever see them again, but, hey, I m just happy I got to experience their brand of crazy sex fun. I m going to remember it for the rest of my life!

Mr. Cory E., Syracuse, New York