Honeymoon Express to Venice

Posted on September 30, 2009 by Donald Burns

Deborah and I first met, appropriately enough, on a train. The summer I graduated from college, I decided to forgo the clich d student tour of Europe my family suggested and instead turned my attention to our northern neighbor, Canada. And since my car had seen better days, I opted to travel the old fashioned way, the way people crossed the continent a hundred years ago by railroad.

So I boarded the gleaming silver train in Montreal, all set for a relaxing trip of four days of breathtaking scenery and three nights of being lulled to sleep by the rhythmic clickety clack of the steel wheels rumbling down the tracks. The first day, which was spent rolling across the farmland of Quebec, was uneventful and serene. I sat in my seat, read my novel and had a few beers. This was the only way to travel.

Come dusk I went to the dining car for dinner, not expecting a gourmet meal but hungry nonetheless. A short line had formed, and I was informed that if I didn’t mind sharing a table with another solitary traveler, my wait would be shortened. My choice of seating on that fated evening would change my life forever.

She was a French Canadian, with huge brown eyes and succulent, pouting lips. She put me in mind of those photos of silent film stars. Long, luxuriant chocolate brown hair fell over her bare white shoulders and cascaded down her back. I think you could say I fell in love at first sight.

We sat knee to knee at a small table and were served a rather undistinguished meal on rather handsome dishes. I was going insane trying to think of something to say to this woman. I wasn’t sure she spoke English, since she spoke French to the waiter. My French skills aren’t developed much beyond a high school level, so I kept mum. Then, in a moment that is still etched in my mind like a daguerreotype, she spoke to me.

“Don’t you love traveling by train? I think it is so romantic.” She smiled at me, and my heart dissolved into a fine mist. I mumbled some general agreement, tripping over my tongue in an attempt to be articulate. She ignored my stammered speech and went on. “Flying has never interested me much. I’m not afraid to fly, mind you, but it’s so sterile. So institutionalized. And I can’t imagine that making love on an airplane can be very easy.” With that she laughed and took a healthy bite of her breadstick.

She was traveling alone, so, after dinner, we went into the lounge car to talk some more. She introduced herself as Deborah, and told me that she had grown up not far from a train station. “As a child I used to love to hear the train in the distance. What a comforting sound! And to think about the places the train was going, and the people on it why were they there? Was someone on it going to meet a lover in a faraway city? The sound of a train whistle still gives me chills.”

The fair Deborah and I talked away the evening. Like me, she had just finished college, and she was going to visit friends in Vancouver. She could have flown and saved time and money, but she wouldn’t think of it.

At about three in the morning, she asked me what car my sleeper was in. “I’m not in a sleeper,” I admitted. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to sleep sitting up.”

A look went across her face, and her eyes seemed to change color. “Not necessarily so, Donald. I’m in a sleeper.”

Hand in hand we retired to her sleeper. Now, a sleeper is not exactly luxury accommodations. It consists of a room a compartment, more precisely housing a bed that folds out from the wall like an old fashioned ironing board. And that’s it. All lavatory facilities are at the end of the car.

Deborah and I sat on the bed. The Canadian countryside was illuminated by the full moon. The steady drone of the train was almost a narcotic. I was sleepy but, at the same time, excited. Here I was, in a sleeper not much bigger than a phone booth, with a dynamite looking lady whose hand was gently caressing my thigh.

We spent a timeless moment gazing into each other’s eyes, then kissed slowly, starting out with a gentle peck on the lips, then graduating to passionate tongue work. As if of their own free will, our hands strayed to intimate parts of each other’s body. Mine lingered over her sizable breasts and somehow managed to unbutton her blouse. Deborah’s hands were now lying in my lap, the fingers dancing delicately over my growing bulge. I broke our kiss long enough to drop my face to her breasts, which were now exposed. How beautiful they were! I pulled a nipple into my mouth and began to suck energetically, and Deborah moaned, her cries of pleasure merging with the rhythm of the rumbling train.

It wasn’t easy, given the tight quarters, but we were able to undress. I drank in her exquisite form, my fingertips lightly grazing her flawless, alabaster skin. She flicked off the light, so the only illumination in the room came form the moon. Then Deborah pulled me down on the bed so hat our heads were at opposite ends of it. I gasped softly as she took my erect cock in her warm mouth. As I enjoyed her skillful tongue, I examined her oozing cunt and its downy nest of dark brown pubic hair in the moonlight. I strummed her clitoris as her head bobbed up and down on my cock.

I began to nuzzle her pussy and then parted the dark pink lips with my tongue. Her sucking became more fevered as I tongued her, savoring the delicious taste of her juices. Deborah clamped her thighs around my head as she neared a crescendo. When she came, bucking in ecstatic convulsions, I followed her lead, shooting several blasts of semen down her throat.

We rearranged ourselves, I wrapped her in my arms and we lay still, listening to our heartbeats race along in time to the clicking of the wheels below us.

As the sun rose, filling the room with an eerie orange glow, we made love. I mounted her and sank my eager cock into her moist depths. I’ve had sex in more comfortable places, but this was more exciting than any experience I’ve ever had. I didn’t mind that I was banging my knee against the wall. All that mattered was Deborah’s huge brown eyes staring into mine as we made love.

Deborah’s single sleeper was tight for two, but we didn’t do much sleeping on the way to Vancouver. Instead we talked and fucked, fucked and talked. By the end of that trip, we knew each other inside and out. I particularly remember rolling through the Canadian Rockies. Deborah and I positioned ourselves so that we could both watch the countryside as we had sex. I sat cross legged facing the window, and she sat in my lap, her burning pussy skewered on my spike as she looked out. We were both able to bask in the beauty of the mountains as we slid against each other, my cock filling every inch of her.

At the end of the line we parted, but not without promises of a reunion. Something extraordinary had happened between us on that train, and we were not going to let it end. So, after keeping in touch for over a year, we both arranged to relocate near Boston so we could start a relationship. Things went so well that after six months, we decided to get married.

Our honeymoon decisions were easy. We would travel Europe by train. We had diligently saved our money, which enabled us to go first class all the way. The differences between train travel in Europe and in America are many. On the luxury trains in Europe, there is still porter service, compartments are larger and much more comfortable, and the atmosphere is different, more reminiscent of days gone by. The d cor is art nouveau and features beautiful wood paneling, frosted glass panels and brass light fixtures. Dinner is served by candlelight. There’s even a baby grand piano on board.

We flew to Paris from Boston with eager anticipation. For Deborah it was the first trip to the land of her ancestors, and she was quite excited. Though, as she later said to me, not as excited as she was at the prospect of rolling through the Alps with her new husband. After spending a glorious few days in the City of Light, we boarded the train for the journey that would take us to Zurich, Innsbruck and, finally, Venice.

Deborah played her part with lan. For our departure at the Gare de l’Est in Paris, she wore an antique lavender dress which fell to below her knees, high button shoes and a wide brimmed sun hat. The dress was sheer enough that men walking by did double takes was that woman wearing no underwear? I, of course, knew the answer to that. The porters practically tripped over themselves in their efforts to be the one who got to carry Deborah’s huge trunk to our compartment.

The compartment on this train was breathtaking. Deborah oohed and aahed about the decoration and I was happy to see that we had our own private lavatory. As we settled in, watching dusk fall on the Plateau de Langres, Deborah sat back and sighed contentedly.

“I’ve always wanted to do this, ever since I was little. This is truly a romantic dream come to life. And to live out this fantasy with the man of my dreams oh!” She stood, and I took her in my arms. Hungrily we kissed. Breaking our clinch, she gazed at me with want. Silently she sat on the bed and matter of factly unbuttoned my pants. My hard cock was soon in open air, and she stroked it lovingly a few times before she deposited it in her mouth. Up and down she bobbed, her tongue laving my cock flesh with dexterous care. It wasn’t but a few minutes before I came, and Deborah swallowed every bit, smiling rapturously. “I think it’s time we dressed for dinner.”

Deborah slipped into a little draped cocktail gown, and I changed into my finest suit. Like a couple of swells, we adjourned to the dining car. We had a magnificent meal caviar, foie gras and lobster thermidor were just some of the delicacies we enjoyed as we sped across the border into Switzerland. After dinner we listened to the evening’s entertainment while sipping martinis.

At midnight we went back to our compartment, drunk with love. Deborah kicked off her shoes, and I pulled off my tie. There was only one thing on our minds: vigorous, breathless, earthshaking sex.

First I ordered champagne from the porter. When it arrived, in a sterling silver ice bucket, I popped it open and we toasted to the beginning of a wonderful life together. Then I proceeded to strip her bare, covering each bit of newly exposed flesh with a flood of kisses. From the tips of her toes to the nape of her neck, I pressed my lips to every square inch of her. She squirmed and wiggled beneath me, murmuring words of love in French, which always excites me.

When Deborah was naked, she did the same for me, paying special attention to my ass, kissing it and biting it lightly. She knows that I like it this way. She gave me a terrific honeymoon backrub, and when I rolled over to face her, my cock was as hard as granite. She crawled into my arms, and I held her tight. Her dainty fingers circled the girth of my organ, slowly and sensuously sliding up and down it. I reached down to her ass, ran a finger along her crack and probed around to touch the wetness seeping from her cunt. It was time.

Deborah straddled me and rubbed her pussy along my cock, coating it with her juice. Then she pocketed my erection in her pussy, grimacing in ecstasy. Slowly she began to ride me, her hands splayed across my chest. I caressed her shoulders and breasts, every so often reaching up to cup her beautiful face.

The train whistle blew a shrill blast that trailed off into a mournful lament as my new wife’s flesh gloved my cock. Deborah responded to this favorite sound by picking up the pace, slamming her hips down onto mine, taking me all the way inside her. Her moaning was becoming uncontrollable, her words incoherent. When she came she cried out loudly, but I couldn’t have cared less whether anyone heard us.

I gently rolled her over and took my position on top, my cock not leaving its heavenly home inside her. I resumed fucking her, and Deborah was beside herself with passion. Tightly wrapping her legs around me, she urged me to do her harder. The gentle hum of the moving train seemed to be urging me on as well, a chorus that reassured me and told me that I was loved by a glorious woman.

When I came I thought I was going to explode, like a star going nova. After firing my seed, I collapsed on top of her, and she held me as if I were a baby.

In the morning we raced across the Austrian Tyrol as we were served a fantastic breakfast in bed of croissants, grapefruit and the best coffee I’ve ever had. The countryside was so lovely, and I was studying it so closely, that I hadn’t noticed that Deborah had slipped out of her robe. She whispered seductively, “Are you still hungry? Because I’ve got something for you to eat.”

I turned my head to see her before me, her legs spread, her cunt wet and inviting. She was rubbing herself, eager for me to taste her. I am nothing if not accommodating, so I got into a comfortable position and began feasting. As I sucked on her luscious pink lips, I slipped two fingers inside her and tentatively poked my pinkie into her asshole. She seemed to enjoy this, so I slid a finger up her back channel and wiggled it around while I tongued her clitoris. Deborah writhed and jerked and came, spicing my mouth with her sweet nectar.

We spent all day in and out of our robes. I lost track of the number of orgasms I had and, whatever it was, Deborah had more. We reached Venice the next day, planning on spending a few days there sight seeing. The only sights we ended up seeing, though, were of each other in naked, orgasmic bliss.

If our marriage is anything like our honeymoon, then Deborah and I are truly blessed. And as long as there is the romantic railroad, we’ll never lack for a way to put zest into our lives. In fact, a co worker just told me about a tour by train of the beautiful countryside of Scotland, which is the home of my ancestors. I can’t wait to tell Deborah about it.

HER DAY GLO TOES MAKE HER THE PERFECT PLAYTHING FOR THIS FOOT FETISHIST

Posted on September 29, 2009 by The Editors

I have always thought that a woman’s best features are her feet for most women, that is. Some are hopeless, and no matter how sweet their smiles or big their boobs, their ugly feet kill my boner. Thankfully, I live in San Diego, where girls live for the beach and can show off their gorgeous toes every day, weather permitting.

At first, any female foot was a good one for me. I’d spend all day at the beach trying to pick up girls, offering foot massages or ogling them before going home to jerk off and think about coming on girls’ feet. But then my interest became more nuanced. It wasn’t enough for a lady to reveal her feet they had to be pretty, too. A perfect pedicure was essential. If a girl let me touch her feet, I could tell which ones were smooth, soft and supple, and which ones had been neglected. I enjoyed the girls who had elaborate nail art on their toes and those who sported toe rings!

I met Mary one beautiful day, having first heard the clicking of her high heeled sandals behind me. She was wearing tall black shoes, at least four inches high, and her toenails were painted Day Glo pink. It was a color that was hard not to miss! I certainly wasn’t the only one checking out her feet, though other men seemed more interested in her ass or her huge boobs. She looked spectacular in her clingy black dress. She looked like a model and had a mane of long, blonde hair. She was wearing sunglasses, so I couldn’t see her eyes as she passed me, but I didn’t care. With her walking ahead of me, I could check out her long legs and sexy feet.

When I noticed her pull out a cigarette, I immediately reached for my lighter, which features the famous photo of Marilyn Monroe from The Seven Year Itch, with her white dress blowing up around her. “Need a light?” I said, trying to sound casual.

“Sure,” she said, turning toward me with a dazzling smile. Her voice was sultry, and her lips were big and shiny. She stared at me for a few more seconds before grabbing the lighter. “Marilyn! I love her. I’m Mary, though I wish I’d been named Marilyn.” She lit up, and then inhaled before blowing the smoke to the side.

“I’m Jamie,” I said. “I like your shoes,” I added, hoping I didn’t sound like a dork.

“Thanks, they’re new. I’m actually on my way to buy a toe ring. Want to join me?”

My dick stiffened measurably upon hearing that. It was like she was inviting me to continue ogling her feet! “I’d love to,” I replied adding More than you know! in my head.

She told me she was in college, studying to be a nurse. She was the chatty type so I let her talk while I fantasized about those feet wrapped around my dick and her toes shoved in my face. Finally, when I guess I’d been silent for too long, she turned to look at me, a suspicious expression on her face. “Are you listening to me?”

Mary stood so close to me I thought she might realize I was sporting a hard on. “Yes, I am, but I’ll be honest, I’m distracted by your feet. They’re gorgeous, especially in those shoes. You can’t blame a man for lusting after them.”

There I’d laid it on the line. I’d pretty much said, “I’m a foot fetishist.”

Her smile returned. “I see . . . you want to touch my feet. You want to play with them. You want to come on them,” she said, dropping her voice to a whisper.

“Yes, I do,” I managed to utter, now truly worried about leaking pre come through my shorts.

“Well then, let’s make this a quick shopping trip!” She took me to a vendor with an array of toe rings, and I helped her wiggle various ones onto her piggies. The rings were gorgeous, but I was distracted by touching her feet and in public no less. Touching a woman’s foot is such an intimate activity for me that it felt like we were doing something illicit.

Finally Mary chose a gold ring, paid for her purchase, and then took me back to her apartment. Once there, she had me massage her feet with peppermint scented lotion, and then she gave me a treat: a foot job! I watched as my cock disappeared between her perfect feet, her brightly colored toenails curling around my shaft. There was no way this was her first time giving a man a footjob, and in no time at all, she made me come all over her feet. She didn’t strike me as a domme, but afterward Mary shoved my head down and made me lick up the mess I’d made then she allowed me to lick her sweet pussy, and I loved it!

We’re not a couple, but once a week or so, she lets me drop by for a foot massage and foot job. Sometimes she allows me to tag along when she gets a pedicure, knowing how much it turns me on to watch. I’m still on the hunt for a real girlfriend to share sexy foot adventures with, but for now, Mary’s peds give me plenty of pleasure!

Mr. Jamie L., San Diego, California

SEXY DOMME AND HER KINKY GIRLFRIEND ARE TICKLED PINK

Posted on September 29, 2009 by The Editors

Alice is my girlfriend and my submissive. She thinks she has me wrapped around her sexy little finger, just because I’ve been known to melt when she sits in my lap and wriggles against me. I consider myself butch, even though there have been times I’ve let a woman top me. I do sometimes wear lipstick and have a great set of tits, but my preferred clothing is a leather jacket, a white t shirt, faded jeans and mean looking black boots. Alice complements me by wearing sundresses, or tight miniskirts and tops, and bright red lipstick that looks phenomenal with her shiny black hair and pale skin. She’s a knockout and she’s as perverted as I am.

We’re a great pair, and I often find myself thinking about her throughout the day, imagining the look on her face right before she comes, seeing her begging me to shove one more finger inside her or to spank her a little bit harder. She sometimes dresses up in Donna Reed like homemaker dresses, and that’s when she wants me to play my roughest with her.

Recently, I decided to buy her a present, though it was really a present for me because I love nothing more than watching her squirm. This time, though, the present didn’t look sadistic or scary. In fact, it looked girlie and sweet and innocent, like her. It was a pink feather tickler I’d purchased from our local sex toy store. Sure, they’d had monstrously large dildos, nipple clamps, gags, collars and other crazy devices, but the seeming innocence of this toy appealed to me. I also got some pink bondage tape and some furry pink handcuffs, because even though she likes to wear black, Alice also has a soft spot for girlie colors and I like teasing her so much that one present didn’t seem like enough.

I stuffed the toys in my backpack and texted her before I hopped on my motorcycle, telling her to be naked when I arrived. Since she loves adventure and surprises, not to mention nudity, I knew she’d be excited. She’s usually wandering around our house in only a bra and panties, anyway. She’s even answered the door dressed like that, to the amused and aroused reaction of pizza deliverymen, the mailman, and once even our landlord.

My clit swelled with excitement and my nipples hardened as I thought about her pretty blonde hair and sensuous pink lips. When I turned my key in the lock, I felt her trying to open the door from the other side. I liked that she was as eager for me as I was for her. Both of us were ready to let everything else go while we indulged our carnal desires. When I got inside our place, I saw that Alice was, indeed, naked. The sight of her puckered nipples, sleek pussy and pretty pink lips nearly made me swoon. I greeted her with a powerful kiss, our tongues wrestling desperately, as if we’d been apart for weeks.

“What’d you bring me?” she asked, an expectant look on her face.

“What makes you so sure I have something for you?” I asked.

“I can just tell.”

“I think you need to sit down and wait for me and not be such a smart ass. Maybe your present is the chance to suck my cock, you horny girl.”

That day, like most, I was packing a strap on because Alice gets giddy at the sight of a dick hanging from between my legs. Even though her eyes revealed her excitement, she obediently sat down to wait for me but her patience didn’t last long.

I took my time putting my things away, washing my hands and getting a snack in the kitchen basically I ignored her. Even though I was as horny as she had to be and eager to show her the toys, this little bit of role playing enforced my dominance over her. Finally, I was ready, but when I walked into the living room, I didn’t find my sexy girlfriend sitting quietly in place. I found Alice sprawled across the couch, lying on her stomach. Her face was buried in the couch cushions, and she was energetically humping her fingers.

“What are you doing?” I snarled.

“Um, nothing?” she asked, sitting up and looking at me with the guiltiest expression on her face.

I walked over to her and grabbed her hand. It was drenched with her honey. “Nothing? Then why are your fingers wet? You know, I bought some things for you just for fun, but now I have a real reason to bind and torment you!” I scolded.

Alice mock cowered before me, even though I knew she’d probably been diddling herself on purpose in the hopes that I’d catch her. I told her to kneel on the cushions, facing the back of the couch, and to put her arms behind her back. When she did, I fished the handcuffs out of my bag and fastened them around her wrists. I picked up the tickler, and she squirmed as I ran it along the crack of her ass and over her bound wrists. She tried to kick out at me but lost her balance. I turned her around and leaned down to suck on one nipple. She let out a rip roaring scream.

“Shhh,” I said, as I played with the pretty pick tickler, making it dance across her breasts and then under her neck. Alice alternated between giggling and trembling with arousal. But when her laughter turned into loud moans, I pulled out the bondage tape.

“Since you can’t keep quiet, I’m going to have to force you to behave,” I said. She knew I was serious, and she pressed her lips flat so I could place the tape over them. Though I love her squeals of delight when I’m fucking her, there’s something about seeing Alice gagged whether it’s with a ball gag or a pair of panties or bondage tape that gets to me.

I continued tickling her, placing her on her back on the couch and then letting the feathers caress the soles of her feet, her inner thighs and her pussy. Her sex was glistening with dew, and I was hungry to taste her, but I waited, teasing her until she was moaning loudly against the tape and thrashing all around. I played with her nipples a little, liking that she was so immobilized. Then I sat her up and got on my knees to eat her out. I’m not really a mean top I love to give her pleasure, but like it best when it’s done my way. I thrust my hand down my pants and stroked my pussy as I ate her cunt.

Feeling her respond to me while she was bound was exciting for both of us. I shoved my tongue deep inside her while using the tickler to stroke any bit of exposed flesh I could reach. Her orgasm hit her hard, and her pussy gushed as she moaned against the tape, which I then tore off because I wanted her to suck the extra large dick I had stuffed in my pants.

“You’re beautiful,” I told her, as I ran my finger over her lips. “Do you want to keep wearing the cuffs while you suck my cock, or should I remove them and free your hands?”

Alice opted for staying bound, just as I’d expected, because that’s the kind of kinky girl she is. We switched places, so that I was sitting on the couch with my pants off, while she knelt before me and worshiped my dildo. As her head bobbed up and down on my cock, the base of it pressed against my sex, making me ache. Alice is the perfect cocksucker, alternating between slow and fast mouth actions. When her lips moved down to swallow my dick whole, I almost forgot that the faux cock wasn’t really a part of my body that’s how good she is!

Soon I was trembling with a climax of my own, one brought on by all the sexy friction and her lusty groans. I stood and pulled off the strap on, and then Alice gently lapped at my sex until I grabbed her for a kiss. When I finally released her, she grinned at me and then grabbed the tickler.

“I wonder what you’d do if I used this on you!” And because I was in such a relaxed mood, I let her tickle me a little, until we collapsed in an aroused heap and finger fucked each other to another round of orgasms.

I can’t get enough of Alice, or our toy collection, and thankfully, neither can she!

Ms. Liz F., Via E Mail

WHY FIGHT WHEN THEY CAN BOTH GO HOME WITH A HOT STRIPPER FOR SOME STEAMY ACTION?

Posted on September 29, 2009 by The Editors

When my friend Chad asked if I wanted to go to a strip club with him, I responded enthusiastically. I’d just gotten paid and had money to burn, and the club he wanted to go to had the hottest girls in town. I was expecting gorgeous babes to grind against me all night, but I wasn’t expecting to meet Gina, a girl who’d wind up giving both of us the hottest sexual experience of our lives.

Let me back up. Early that evening, Chad picked me up and drove me to the club. Like me, he was in high spirits, and we stopped at a bar beforehand for a couple of beers, since the all nude club didn’t serve alcohol. We talked about his most recent ex, Justine, and I told him about the one night stand I’d had six months ago which was the last time I’d gotten laid. “It’s been that long?” He looked at me like he couldn’t believe a man could go six months without fucking a woman.

“Yeah, it’s been rough, but work’s been busy and I haven’t had any luck with the ladies.”

“Maybe that’ll change tonight,” Chad said. I thought he was crazy we were going to a strip club, with paid professionals, not a meat market bar but I simply nodded and smiled in response.

When we’d gotten nicely buzzed and were feeling mellow, we headed over to the club. The girls seemed extra hot that night, flipping themselves up and down the stripper pole, playfully touching the customers’ chins, and looking extremely fuckable. I couldn’t help but get a hard on almost immediately, and I was glad I had enough cash to keep me in lap dances all night.

While Chad and I have different tastes, that night there was one redhead who made us both do double takes. She was smoking hot, with freckles all over, and hair that gleamed. She had big, natural breasts and a perfect legs, which were accentuated by black high heels. She didn’t wear tons of makeup like some of the other strippers. She had a natural beauty that captivated me, even though other girls unsuccessfully tried to snag my attention. As I stared, she noticed me and walked over. Chad nudged me, giving me an exaggerated wink and a thumbs up as he saw her approach. “Hey sexy, I’m Ginger,” she said. Then her voiced dropped to a whisper. “And I hope you’re going to keep me dancing here with you and your friend. You’re both my type.”

I wasn’t sure how to take her comment. Did she just want our money or was the fire in her eyes real? All I knew at that point was that her smoldering look was sending a message directly to my cock. I handed her a fifty and told her that she was the most gorgeous woman in the room. It wasn’t a lie, either even surrounded by hot babes, she was the one I most wanted to get a lap dance from . . . and if I were honest, I wanted even more than that.

I nudged Chad, and then whispered that I thought she was willing to give us both a dance. He liked that idea, and soon Ginger was all ours for a few songs, at least. I’d been to strip clubs with friends, but I had never gotten a joint dance. Somehow, Ginger made it seem like we were getting twice the erotic attention, rather than half. “Hey, hottie,” she greeted Chad, running her bright red nails through his blond hair and making him blush. She shimmied against him, while gazing at me, and then reversed herself. She’d dance in between us, rubbing her beautiful ass against my leg, then Chad’s. During a break in between songs, we flagged down a waitress and got Ginger a soda. She drained the glass, and then put one hand on each of our legs.

“You two are so sexy . . . we don’t get too many customers like you,” she said to both of us before leaning over and kissing me gently on the neck. I groaned because it was such a sensitive, tender spot for me, and her tongue darted out to tease me even more. She noticed my super stiff cock and lightly trailed a finger against it through my pants. “We do get a lot of that, though,” she said, and then she laughed.

I was dying to grab her by the hair and pull her to me for a kiss, but I knew I couldn’t. Anything like that couldn’t happen inside the club. “You know . . . I get off at two. Is that too late for you boys?” Ginger asked as she pressed her breasts together enticingly.

“Not at all,” Chad said, speaking for me since, of course, I had no objection to staying up a little later if it meant the chance to be with Ginger. I didn’t really think it would happen, but we bought a few more dances, and then Chad told her we’d be back later. We grabbed burgers and beers at a nearby pub, both of us with aching erections as we fantasized about what might happen if Ginger came home with us. “Have you ever had a threesome?” asked Chad.

“No, man. You?” I’d never even had a threesome with my bisexual ex girlfriend, because the chance had never come up.

“Nope.” We were quiet then, each lost in our private reveries. Then it was time to go back and see if Ginger was going to live up to her wild promise or stand us up. We entered the club, only to find it nearly empty. Then we spotted Ginger, who was still gorgeous, but this time she was wearing jeans, a white t shirt and sandals, and her face was scrubbed clean. There was only a tiny bit of glitter left around her eyes and shiny gloss on her lips. She looked even more lovely, if that’s possible. Perhaps it was because we were seeing a side of her most guys didn’t get to see.

“Ready? You can follow me,” she said, giving me, and then Chad, a quick peck on the cheek.

I nodded, because I was speechless. I was still shocked that a hot stripper wanted us to double team her.

“I broke up with my boyfriend a little over two months ago and swore off sex until today,” Ginger announced with a smile. “And now I’m ready to make up for lost time!”

Well, that would explain her horniness, and I was sure that Chad and I combined could slake her erotic hunger. We followed her in Chad’s car, and I figured we would let her take the lead, since she was the one who’d initiated this threesome.

When she got out of her car, she stretched and we could see her hard nipples through her sheer bra and t shirt. “I hope you both have a lot of stamina tonight,” she said. We assured her we did and followed her into her apartment, where she immediately stripped off her clothes, then said, “You can call me Gina, that’s my real name. Want a drink?” We followed her into the kitchen, but Chad couldn’t help but let his hands wander. After all, she was a hot, naked, willing chick, so as she reached to get a glass, he walked over to her and stroked her butt.

“You have such a gorgeous ass,” he said, pulling her close so she could feel his erection. She dropped her hands down to the counter and pressed backward against him. He dared to pull back and slap her bottom, and he was rewarded with a groan.

“Come here, Ken,” Gina said to me, and when I walked over, she wedged me between her and the counter. As Chad sank to his knees to eat her pussy, she made out with me, her breasts pressing against my chest until I couldn’t bear it, and I broke our kiss so I could suck her nipples. “I need cock,” she said, simple and to the point. “I need two cocks, actually,” she said, and then she groaned because of whatever Chad was doing.

We gradually made our way to her bedroom. As Chad stripped, Gina clawed at my shirt, popping off a button, but I didn’t care. I was there to do whatever she wanted, and apparently what she wanted was to suck my cock while Chad fucked her. Of course, I wanted my chance inside her pussy, too, but she also seemed like the kind of woman who’d give a killer blowjob. We settled into position, with him standing behind her as she bent over the bed. He pounded into her cunt, while her head bobbed in my lap and she slurped away at my cock. I ran my hands lightly through her hair until she grabbed them and threaded them through her locks. “Hold me,” she said, and then brought her mouth back to my cock. The rougher Chad got with her, the more she seemed to want me to buck up into her mouth. The tip of my cock kept meeting the back of her throat, and she tightened her lips around the base of my dick as she deep throated me. Gina was a girl who knew how to get off, and the sounds of her strangled pleasure as she hummed against my dick were unmistakable.

“I’m gonna come,” I said when I knew that moment was inevitable.

“Come in my mouth,” she said, taking a quick break from her cocksucking to give me a dazzling smile. Chad again slapped her ass, and then he pushed back into her, sending her lips down my shaft. She made sure her mouth was in place to catch all of my come as my cream surged into her mouth. She stayed down, swallowing all my jism, as Chad fucked her.

Then I got a great idea. “Let’s switch things around,” I said. “Suck his cock,” I ordered her, and Chad quickly realized the wisdom of my plan. We traded places, and somehow my cock stayed hard so I could slam into her while Gina finished off Chad and got her second mouthful of come. I fucked her until she came on my cock, helped by my fingers stroking her clit. By that point, my cock was raring to go again, and I fucked her good and hard until I was ready to pop again, and then I pulled out and came all over her back. She kissed both of us lustily, and then she invited us to stay for pizza. We wound up being at her place until the sun came up, and before we took off, she invited us to come back the next weekend. That time she had a girlfriend over, and we swapped and also watched the ladies eat each other in a sixty nine.

We aren’t hooking up with Gina on a regular basis, but she told Chad and I that she’d keep our numbers and let us know when she’s feeling extra horny again, and that we can stop by the club any time the urge strikes. I’ve started dating a petite blonde, and I’m hoping that Gina will be up for a different kind of threesome sometime in the near future. Even if she’s not, I still jerk off to the memories of her and me and Chad, and probably always will.

Mr. Ken C., Austin, Texas

OLDER WOMAN DISCOVERS THE JOYS TO BE HAD FROM LUXURY SEX TOYS

Posted on September 29, 2009 by The Editors

I’m fifty three, and I never would have thought I’d own one vibrator, let alone many. But now that I’ve tried them, there’s no turning back.

After my divorce a few years ago, a friend dragged me to one of those sex toy parties at a friend’s house. There was wine and cheese and snacks, and the women in attendance ranged in age from early twenties to late forties. I was the oldest woman there something I’d been worried about but everyone made me feel welcome. Lara, who was demonstrating the products, was funny and friendly, and she told us how she hadn’t even used a vibrator until two years prior.

Lara soon had us laughing and joking around as music played and Champagne was swilled. I started to feel more at ease, discovering that vibrators weren’t scary and that they could be used for a whole lot of pleasure. Lara passed around everything from jelly rubber dildos to vibrators with pearls swirling inside them, and I was amazed at the variety of toys on the market. I started to see the benefits of having a battery powered friend that could do the job any time I desired some action. I realized that it had been more than a year since I’d had a cock inside me, and that didn’t seem likely to change unless I started lowering my dating standards. But at the same time, I realized I deserved to have some sensual fun of my own, so I decided to splurge on a toy.

I wound up ordering a vibrator and some lube and keeping a catalog for future reference. I wasn’t totally sure the toy would work for me, but if it did, I wanted to peruse the other offerings. When my shipment arrived, I immediately shut myself in my bedroom. I’d been anticipating the toy’s arrival with the fervor of a woman in love. In this case, it was lust not for a man, but for an object. Somehow, what I’d once looked down on seemed perfectly normal, especially as my pussy moistened when I unveiled the pink vibrator the one Lara had called the “Rabbit.”

I shut my blinds and settled myself in bed, amid my luxurious sheets and pillows. I was wearing a new sheer nightie, and I slipped off my silky panties to get more comfortable. Sure, I’d masturbated before, but never with so much ceremony.

I ran my hands over the toy, which was big and a little imposing looking but still enticing. Then I inserted the batteries, turned the vibe on and felt it whir in my hand. There were two controls, one for the part of the vibrator that would go inside me and another for the part the rabbit ears that would tickle my clit. Watching it wriggle in my hand, I had a feeling the toy would make me come faster than I ever had before. I experimented with each control to get a sense of what was going to happen when I inserted the toy, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the delightful sensations that I experienced once I brought it to my dripping pussy.

Let me tell you, ladies: It’s never too late to try your first vibrator! Immediately, the pleasure started to flood my body. Rather than the in/out sort of sex with a guy, the toy offered many types of stimulation at once. It was hard to tell exactly what was happening to me. All I knew was that from the outside in and the inside out, I felt incredible. When I masturbated with my hand, I would sometimes get tired, but this time the toy did all the work and escalated my arousal. The pearls tumbled against my opening and made me wetter than I could ever remember being. I knew I wouldn’t need the lube I’d bought.

As I pushed the switches on the toy to their highest levels, the rabbit’s ears wiggled against my clit, which had a feedback effect on my cunt. Even when a guy had played with my clit while fucking me, it hadn’t felt like that. I started panting as my climax neared. The two parts of the vibe worked in tandem, spurring me on, and soon I was screaming out loud as my orgasm overtook me.

But don’t think I stopped there! I got up, washed off the toy, and then had lunch before spending another two hours communing with my new vibe. Thus began a daily habit that put a regular smile back on my face. There’s nothing like a rousing orgasm to start and end your day right. I wrote a thank you note to Lara and included a check for my next order of a plug in vibrator that the other ladies had told me would literally rock my world. That one became my staple, since I never had to worry about it running out of batteries. It was quiet yet extremely powerful.

After a few months of devotion to my toys, I figured I was done with dating. Not forever necessarily, but I pictured myself focusing on my own pleasure and playing with my toys at my leisure while I enjoyed a solo sex life. Then I met Will. He’s twenty years younger than me. We met at a party, and the sparks flew instantly. I invited him home without really thinking about it, forgetting that I’d left both my beloved rabbit vibrator in the middle of my bed, the electrical one, and something a little more daring: a set of nipple clamps. I’d discovered that I liked to pinch and squeeze my nipples with my free hand while holding the vibrator. I’d thought the clamps would make it easier to get the stimulation I craved, but I hadn’t yet gotten an opportunity to play with them.

I had meant to slip away and tuck the toys under my bed before Will saw them, but we were going at it so hot and heavy that I forgot about them. Then there we were, in my bedroom doorway, with my so called “marital aids” in plain sight.

“Oh, so you’re into toys, are you?” he asked. He was sweet and gentle, and he didn’t seem like the type of guy who’d know his way around a sex toy, but he looked excited by his discovery.

“Yes, I use them sometimes,” I said, fudging the truth, which was that I used them multiple times daily. Maybe the younger generation is more comfortable with sex toys because Will was not shocked. In fact, he seemed turned on.

“Take off your clothes, Eleanor. I want to see you come.” I was trembling with arousal, but I was suddenly a bit shy.

“What do you mean?”

“I want to use these toys on you. I want to make sure you have at least one orgasm before I fuck you.” His words were so blunt and to the point. The guys I’d dated when I was younger, not to mention my ex husband, would never have talked to me like that. I found it so exciting that I quickly got over my shyness and stripped down. Will plugged in and turned on the electrical vibe and had me lie on my back, and then he pressed it against my cunt. He teased me, running it along my slit, over my inner thighs, and then on my clit. It felt so good even better than when I’d used the toy alone. Somehow, having a sexy younger man who seemed to relish the sight of me getting off unleashed my inner exhibitionist. Not to mention that he seemed to have an instinct for how much pressure to use and exactly where to tease me.

As I groaned, Will picked up the nipple clamps and whistled loudly. Then he turned off the vibrator, making me moan with dismay. “Have you used these, Eleanor?” he asked me.

“Not yet.”

“Do you want to?” Suddenly, I did.

“Yes, please put them on me,” I said. Then I watched as he gently placed my nipples between the prongs, and then tightened each of the clamps.

“More?” he asked.

“Yes,” I gasped. The sensation was intense, but not truly painful, and it felt different from the times my nipples had been nibbled on or pinched by a lover.

“Now I want you to come for me,” he said, “so I can lick you clean.” The image of his tongue on my pussy made me so excited that I almost came right then. Seeing that I was on the verge, he inserted my very first vibrator into me the rabbit one and cranked it up. Having my hips practically rotating off the bed of their own volition thanks to the vibe’s stimulation was even more exciting with Will at the helm. He urged me on, and I could see his erection tenting his pants. I’d never imagined a man would want to share in my vibrator pleasure, but there was no mistaking it: This kind of play turned him on. I squeezed my vaginal muscles around the toy, and soon I was gushing all over it. Will, true to his word, removed the vibrator, and then lapped up my juices, sucking up every drop.

Will then pulled off his pants, climbed on top of me and shoved his cock into me in one thrust. His dick was thick and hard, and he knew how to fuck me, placing my legs onto his shoulders and cupping my asscheeks in his hands as he pumped into me. We only screwed for a few minutes, but they were enough to make me come again. And while I love my toys, they’re not like a hot cock and can’t ejaculate inside my cunt like Will did!

I’ve seen Will a few times since, and he’s promised to take me toy shopping at an actual store. I agreed, even though the idea makes me nervous, but Will has taught me a lot about loosening up. I may be in the second half of life, but when it comes to sex, there’s always something new you can learn.

Ms. Eleanor A., Carrboro, North Carolina

HE DISCOVERS HIS WIFE’S ONLINE PROFILE AND KEEPS GOING BACK FOR MORE HOT PHOTOS

Posted on September 29, 2009 by The Editors

When I stumbled across photos of my wife, Katie, on a social networking site, I wasn’t jealous I was intrigued. My best friend, Mark, had told me he was using the site to hook up, and I figured there was no harm in me checking out the ladies on his behalf I had no intention of responding to anyone. Except that, well, when I found images of a woman who was undeniably my hotter than hot wife, something strange happened: My body did respond, specifically, my cock. I couldn’t help it there she was, in all her naked glory, giving the camera a come hither gaze if ever there was one.

I clicked through to see more photos of Katie. In one, she was bent over, exposing her perfect pussy with its dusting of blonde fuzz and sucking on a giant lollipop. In another, her breasts were practically popping out of her corset as she leaned toward a mirror to apply some lip gloss. The knowledge that with a click of a button anyone could see my wife naked made me swell with pride literally.

When Katie and I first started dating, we had discussed our feelings about monogamy, and we had agreed that while neither of us needed 100 percent fidelity, we’d discuss it if either of us wanted to actually sleep with other people. So I wondered where all of this was going.

Katie and I are both huge flirts, and while I’d seen her let men buy her drinks their hands lingering on her back, the possibility of hooking up hanging in the air that was different from secretly posting an ad on a dating site. That somehow seemed so illicit and sexy. I wondered who had taken those steamy photos: Were they self portraits or had some horny photographer snapped them? Did his dick stiffen just like mine had at the sight of her? Katie’s double life intrigued me, and I kept clicking until I’d seen all her photos. Then I wrapped my fist around my dick and jerked off, pumping myself hard as I pondered this new discovery. Was Katie actually looking to have an affair? I didn’t mind, but I was curious about why she’d kept her ad a secret.

But what surprised me most about the whole episode was my own reaction. I wasn’t angry at all, just eager to see more of her in the buff. I made sure to remember her screen name on the site, Wendy, and saved the link so I could return to her profile. I didn’t say anything to Katie, but that night as we screwed I was extremely turned on, more than I could remember being in a long time. I realized that those photos had reinvigorated our sex life, and as I came I pictured one of the photos I’d seen: the one of Katie ramming a gigantic black dildo into her pussy as her lips parted in orgasm.

I resisted tipping my hand right away because I was eager to see if she’d update her profile. I wanted to see more hot pictures! It felt strange to be spying on my wife, but I couldn’t resist. The next day, to my shock and delight, I discovered new images, ones even more intriguing than the others. There was my non smoking Katie puffing away on a big, fat cigar, an unmistakably phallic one. She was practically fellating the cigar in one picture. My dick twitched, and I reached down to stroke my erection as I perused the rest of the photos.

Katie was stunning in each of them, especially when she got even more raunchy. I’d been in all sorts of perverted situations with her, but these images even managed to top our most erotic adventures. From the cigar, she moved on to sucking a gigantic dildo while fucking herself with another one. One photo had her wearing a collar that said “SLUT” in big letters. Another had her naked and covered in what looked like honey. But the photo that made me the horniest showed her on her hands and knees, baring her plump, round bottom that had clearly just been spanked.

It wasn’t upsetting to me that Katie was doing all of these things it was the ultimate turn on. I’d read an article while I was at the doctor’s office a while back saying that in order for long term couples to maintain their desired level of intimacy, they had to find ways to spice up their relationship. The author even suggested that a little secrecy could work to make the partners appreciate each other in the same lusty way they had when they’d first met. When I’d read that, I hadn’t truly understood what she was talking about, but suddenly it was crystal clear: Knowing that Katie had a whole other life, one that clearly involved someone else, was making my dick rock hard!

I could have told her about my discovery and gotten all the juicy details, but I didn’t. I savored my secret. I loved masturbating to photos of my wife like I’d never seen her before. Even though she was doing her thing with someone else and I was jerking off alone, I felt like this experience somehow bonded us. It made us closer, even if she didn’t know it yet. When I’d see her for real, I’d pause a little longer to observe her, rather than taking her for granted. She had more of a dirty mind than I’d ever given her credit for, and I wanted to see what would unfold. So I simply went about my business, checking the site every time I had a spare moment.

The photos I saw amazed me she did everything from getting covered in what looked like grape jelly to kissing another woman. Some of the shots weren’t even nude, but they were plenty suggestive: ripped fishnet stockings, her sucking on the heel of a woman’s shiny black boot, her in a wet t shirt. I wondered how she’d had time to pose for all these photos with her full time job and cooking class at night, but part of me didn’t want to know, lest I ruin the sexy mystery.

I was biding my time, trying to figure out the best way to approach her about it, since I knew eventually I’d have to spill the beans. As it turns out, Katie was the one to fess up first. She sat me down the other night and said, “Stan, there’s something I have to tell you.” She looked nervous as she bit her lip and fluttered her lashes. I felt badly making her worry, but I let her continue. “I signed up for one of those dating sites on a whim, not because I wanted to see anyone else, but just to have a little fun. I got really caught up in showing off this new, sexier version of me, plus guys started writing and complimenting me. It was a head trip to pose for such sexy pictures.” I took her hand in mine to show her that I wasn’t upset.

“Then this one guy, Barry, started telling me that he was an amateur photographer and wanted me to pose for him. He had all sorts of sets and things, and there’d be no strings attached. We talked on the phone, and he seemed totally legit, and I talked to his girlfriend, Ellen, too. I didn’t tell you because . . . well, I’m not sure exactly why, I just wanted this to be my own thing. I started having so much fun with him, and he and Ellen are a really hot couple. One day Ellen asked if she could spank me, since Barry wouldn’t let her do it to him. It was so hot, Stan!” She looked excited and worried all at the same time, and I felt like I had to speak up.

“Honey, it’s okay. I’ve been looking at your photos. I found them by accident, and I was so turned on by what I saw that I kept going back to see you. But I have to say . . . if you wanted a spanking, you could’ve just asked me!”

She hugged me tight, and then playfully swatted me. “You let me worry about how you’d react all this time, when you already knew!”

I laughed and then took charge by settling her across my lap, my cock already hard and throbbing.

“I’m going to spank you now, since you’ve been such a bad girl showing off online like that!”

Katie sighed with pleasure as I lifted up her frilly dress and pulled down her lacy white panties. There I found her shaved pink pussy, the plump lips peeking out from between her legs, same as always. Yet somehow, seeing Katie’s bare bottom waiting for my hand, it seemed different than it had in the past. I let one blow land, the sound reverberating through the bedroom. She whimpered, a sexy sound that made my dick jump, and then she quieted when I struck her bottom again. I kept swatting her, holding my tongue even though I wanted to ask her what getting spanked by a woman had felt like. I wanted to know if they’d kissed or gone further, but there’d be time to ask later.

I was looking at my wife in a whole new way, watching as my hand made her normally pale butt blush a beautiful pink. My hand started to sting, but I didn’t care. Katie eagerly raised herself up to meet my swats, but when my dick couldn’t wait any longer, I pushed her onto her knees, whipped out my dick and told Katie to suck it. While she swallowed me whole, I started talking about Barry and Ellen, telling her what I wanted them to do to her and about the types of photographs I wanted her to post online. Soon I was spurting a huge load of come right into Katie’s mouth as she rocked against her hand, frigging her clit until she came.

I told Katie that I wanted her to continue posing for the site, and that she was free to fuck Barry or Ellen or both of them as long as they documented it all for me to see later. She invited me to join her for her next photo shoot, but I said I preferred to be more of a passive spectator.

I can’t wait to see what happens now that her secret’s out in the open!

Mr. Stan B., Via E Mail

DOUBLE STUFFED GAL GETS THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS

Posted on September 29, 2009 by The Editors

“Oh, yeah, baby, don’t stop,” I grunted, struggling to form the words. Obligingly, Dustin continued thrusting his stiff cock into my asshole at a fevered pace. I’d only nagged him because I’d thought he’d been slowing down, but it turned out that he was just trying to find a position in which he could fuck my ass while playing with my tits. As soon as I felt his fingers at my nipples, I shut up and relished all the sensations.

My clit sparked wildly as he strummed the tips of my breasts, which were so sensitive that he might as well have been playing with my clit. Actually, my entire body felt electrified because nothing gets me hotter than a dick burrowing into my behind. And what a dick it was! Long, thick and heavily veined, my partner’s member was topped by a large head that was wedged in my back hole and creating a ton of pleasure.

Dustin was so big that the first time he’d placed that bulbous crown against my asshole and began pushing forward, I didn’t think he’d fit. But slowly, and with a lot of lubricant, he stretched the crimped ring of muscle, persistently forcing it to expand. I helped out a little: Relaxing, I pushed back onto him, and soon I felt my hole snap shut around that prodigious knob. I sucked my lower lip as he pressed forward, impaling me on his length. My insides became accustomed to his turgid shaft, and my heart began thudding so hard that soon my pulse was racing. Just the thought of being butt fucked by such a huge cock had me reeling, and it only got better from there.

Though we may have gotten more used to one another since that first time, getting down on my hands and knees for Dustin will never cease to excite me. And it’s always a thrill when he grabs my hips and takes hold of my asscheeks to splay them wide. Finally, he’ll apply lube to both his cock and my asshole, always taking a moment to slip in a finger or two and stroke back and forth until I’m sufficiently slick inside.

Returning to the present, my boyfriend’s pelvis was still slapping against my buttocks, his velvety sac brushing my upper thighs. As he speared me from behind, his fingers played at my chest, squeezing my lust swollen breasts and pinching the tips of them sharply. My arousal was still mounting, and judging by the groans I heard from behind me, I knew that his was, too. The bed shook with our efforts, and the bedsprings started to bounce when I upped the ante by slamming back onto him, engulfing his prick in my nether regions.

The juices from my pussy flowed as we fucked until there was a large damp patch on the sheet beneath my knees. I guessed that Dustin’s dick must be leaking pre come because his thick shaft was throbbing away incessantly inside my narrow canal. He was sweating, the hot droplets spattering onto my back and shoulders. That was a portent of the warm flow that I’d soon feel coating my insides, and wanting to give him a hand, I began constricting and releasing my asshole around him.

I knew that the added pressure would bring him closer to his goal. I also started rocking back against him harder and faster, feeling his hipbones slamming against my bottom cheeks. When he tightened his grip on my waist, I knew that things were about to get a little crazy so I braced myself against the mattress. Then he stopped playing with my tits and held on to me with both hands, a sure sign that the end was near.

His strong forearms pressed against my stomach as he pulled me all the way onto his dick. He began rocking back and forth as soon as our thighs met, thrusting into my asshole with a series of short, quick jabs that felt so good I began whimpering. Feeling his shaft swelling inside me, I could imagine the intense pounding he must have felt in his heavy balls. I continued to squeeze him from inside, which must have been working because now he was the one chanting, “Oh, yeah, baby, don’t stop.”

I didn’t stop. Instead, I mustered up as much strength as I could and contracted my muscles around him. This made my rear entryway so snug that he had to muster up as much strength as he could just to bear down on me one last time. Then Dustin penetrated my asshole with so much force that I was jolted forward so hard that my breasts bounced wildly.

His fingers dug into my flesh as he let out a triumphant roar. When his fluids started flowing into me, scorching my insides, I joined the chorus with a moan of my own. Unceremoniously, he emptied his balls into my anal cavity, until I felt his body jerking as he endeavored to eke forth the last few drops. Finally, he stopped moving completely, and his cock slipped out of my asshole as his grip on my hips relaxed. Then he slumped over next to me, exhausted but happy.

Looking at my boyfriend, I saw that his prick was already getting soft. Though I hadn’t come yet, I wasn’t concerned I knew he just needed a few minutes to recover before seeing to my needs. Just as I’d expected, Dustin soon sat up, gave me a kiss and then caught me totally off guard when he tipped me onto my side. Quickly, I rolled to my back, bent my legs at the knees and opened them as wide as possible.

I closed my eyes as he crawled between my splayed thighs, his hands roaming over my sticky, sweaty skin until I was all aquiver. My breath grew heavy as the anticipation built, and I was panting by the time I felt his hot exhalations on my cunt. Teasing me for a moment, he just hovered there, and I quickly grew so impatient that I raised my ass up off the mattress until I connected with his face. Laughing at my desperation, he took pity on me and stuck out his tongue.

My body buckled the moment he touched my nether lips. He took long, leisurely laps of the wet flesh between them, using just enough pressure to keep me aroused while still keeping my orgasm at bay. He avoided my clit as he stroked upward from my perineum to the juncture of my labia and then back down again until I was writhing wildly.

I could hear Dustin slurping up the juices that were pouring from my pussy. He swallowed as much of the sweet liquid as he could, and what he couldn’t swallow dripped down the cleavage between my buttocks. Meanwhile, he brought his finger to the bud nestled between my cheeks and gave me such a thoroughly tempting massage that I begged him to slip it inside. When he finally heeded my request, he didn’t need any assistance: My own fluids functioned as a natural lube.

At first, he worked just the tip of his digit into the ring of muscle and rotated it gently. My tight crimp opened easily at his insistence, having already accommodated his dick, which was so much larger than the appendage sliding into me. He quickly sank in to his bottom knuckle and then he pulled it out, only to thrust it right back in. Meanwhile, he wrapped his lips around my pulsating clitoris and gave it a good, hard suck.

That was the all the prompting I needed. As Dustin fucked my asshole with his finger, the quivering that had begun in my belly started spreading through my entire body. Then, as soon as I’d reacquainted myself with the sensation of having that hole occupied, he upped the ante by adding another digit, all while continuing to pleasure my clit with his lips, teeth and tongue. It felt more like it was his cock thrusting in and out of my anus, so when he slid a finger from his other hand into my pussy, it felt amazing!

I loved the feeling of being so fully stuffed, and it only took a few more of the two pronged thrusts before I hurtled over the edge. With Dustin still sucking my button, my climax hit hard, and I thrashed my head back and forth on my pillow. As both my cunt and my asshole clamped shut around his digits, spasms rolled through me. Although my holes were now extremely tight, my boyfriend persevered and managed to keep plunging into me as I rode the waves of my orgasm, announcing my release with ecstatic cries.

I shivered and shook for several minutes as I reached multiple peaks, each one accompanied by another shout of joy. Dustin never stopped finger fucking and sucking me. I soon grew sensitive to his touch and could barely catch my breath. Finally, I had no choice but to push him away.

Looking up at me, he smiled as he slipped his fingers from my ass and pussy. Then he trailed his lips up over my quivering stomach and heaving breasts, taking a moment to ring my nipples with his tongue. Finally, he kissed me on the mouth so I could taste my own musk. Then we curled up and fell asleep, thoroughly worn out by our anal endeavors.

Ms. Colleen A., Murfreesboro, Tennessee

“NOT WHAT YOU THINK” WAS WAY BETTER THAN I COULD HAVE DREAMED!

Posted on September 29, 2009 by The Editors

“Would you like to go someplace more quiet so we can get better acquainted?” I asked the tall gorgeous blonde I’d been talking to for the past hour.

“Derek, you’re a really nice guy, but there’s something you need to know. I’m not exactly what you think I am.”

“What do you mean?” I said.

“Let’s just say that although I look like I’m all woman, you and I have more in common than you might think.”

I realized at that moment that “she” was really a “he,” and I contemplated my options. I’d visited dommes on occasion and got really turned on when they would have me suck their rubber cocks. While that was exciting, what I didn’t like was the lack of an intimate connection, or being whipped, so I hadn’t visited one for years. Staring into Jasmine’s gorgeous eyes, I realized that penis or not, an absolutely beautiful woman was standing before me and turning me on.

As she began explaining how it was okay if I were shocked and wanted to leave, she also told me she would like to spend more time with me if I was up for it. I was a little apprehensive, but the stirring in my pants encouraged me to utter, “Jasmine, I would love to get to know you better.”

To my delight, she answered, “My place is about five minutes away.” I paid the tab and got her in my car before either one of us had time to change our minds. I was about to do something I’d never thought I would, and I was more turned on than I had ever been. I’d never had an interest in being with a man, but I wanted to suck her cock in the worst way and maybe do even more!

We got to Jasmine’s place and were just beginning to get comfortable when she excused herself for a moment. I had hoped she’d slip into something more comfortable and, boy, did she! When she reappeared from her room, I almost completely forgot she had a cock. She wore a black waist cinching garter belt, matching stockings with lace tops and a blue and black corset with half cups, showing off her magnificent breasts. Her panties matched her top, and she must have tucked her dick between her legs, because I still couldn’t believe this girl wasn’t “all woman.”

As she approached me, she told me she thought I was a little overdressed and offered me some help getting out of my clothes. What little nervousness I still had quickly turned to lust as she pulled my shirt over my head and slid my pants down my thighs, kissing every inch of my skin as she exposed it.

When I was down to my shorts, she got back up and we kissed with a passion I’ve rarely known. I was so fucking turned on I could hardly control myself, but she took the lead and kept things at a sensuous, leisurely pace which was good, because if I were controlling the situation, I’d probably have come in my pants by then. She eventually took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom.

Jasmine was definitely the hottest woman I’d ever been with even if she did have a dick. I savored every inch of her body. I ran my fingers through her golden hair, pulled her beautiful breasts out of their cups and bit and sucked each of her delicate nipples until they were like little pebbles. She reached down and removed my boxers and fondled me, but I was so hot I had to ask her to stop so I wouldn’t come too soon. I returned to kissing her, gently sucking on her earlobes and neck until I unzipped her corset, worked my way from the underside of her breasts and continued down her belly until I reached the top of her panties. By now, she was as hard as I was. I gently stroked and mouthed her cock through her panties, teasing her just the way I like to be teased. Finally, I pulled down her panties and saw another person’s penis up close for the first time in my life. It looked somewhat familiar, but this one seemed so lovely and feminine. She was completely shaved except for a perfect landing strip. How lucky was I that this cock happened to belong to one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen!

I looked up at Jasmine, and she smiled and ran her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer to her dick. As my lips neared her, visions of the best blowjobs I’d ever received along with the vivid memory of a domme’s strap on hitting the back of my throat raced through my mind, and I swirled my tongue around the head a couple times and quickly bobbed down as far as I could, gagging when I got about half of her seven inches in my mouth.

“Relax, baby,” she said gently. “We’ve got all night.” Upon hearing her soothing words, I began working at a more relaxed pace, playing with her ass, relishing the softness of her skin, basking in her fragrance, and eventually slurping on her hot cock and taking its entire length down my throat. Her deep moans of pleasure told me she loved what I was doing as much as I loved doing it. Suddenly, she pulled out of my mouth.

I looked up and my disappointment was replaced by excitement as she positioned us on our sides in a sixty nine position. She quickly took me down her throat. She was incredible, and I was in heaven! She then surprised me a little when she slipped a saliva coated finger in my ass. However, I’ve had fingers and even a dildo there before, so I didn’t protest at all. This “girl” was taking me to heights I never knew existed.

I kept sucking her with abandon as I felt another finger and then a third enter my back hole until an orgasm began growing deep inside me. I slowed down and finally removed my mouth from her cock and looked down. I was treated to the greatest sight of my life: A gorgeous woman was sucking me off and an equally beautiful dick was inches from my lips! This put me over the edge, and I blew a huge load into her mouth. She immediately changed positions, moving back up to me and kissing me again, sharing my seed with me.

She told me how good my come tasted and how good I made her feel, and then said she thought I needed a back rub after all that work. She rolled me onto my stomach and told me to relax. Her fingers, like everything else on this bombshell, were like magic. She worked her way down my back and started massaging down my crack when her fingers found my asshole again. I hoped I knew what was next. Sure enough, she lowered her mouth and tongued me to make my hole wet and slick. After that, she slipped two fingers inside me. I groaned as she began to move her fingers in and out of my ass. She was really stretching me out back there.

When she thought I was ready, she came back up, kissed the back of my neck and asked me if I wanted her to make love to me. I was so entranced at this point I could barely speak, but I managed to moan, “Please fuck me.” And fuck me she did!

Jasmine put on a condom, licked my asshole to deposit more saliva on it, and then slowly pushed her dick against my hole until I opened up enough to allow the head to enter. She stopped there for a moment, allowing me to get comfortable, as she bit my neck and told me how hot I was making her. Once I gave her the okay, she moved in an inch or so, and any tension I’d felt was replaced by pure bliss. She slowly sawed in and out of me, and I realized what a woman must feel when a man makes love to her exactly how she likes it. The warmth and feel of her penis inside me compared to the dildos I’ve had in me before was incredible.

Jasmine gradually increased her pace, and with my encouragement, she began fucking my ass as hard as she could, smacking my asscheeks and biting my shoulders the entire time. After several minutes, she wrapped her arms tightly around my waist and exploded in orgasm. She stayed inside me for a few seconds, nuzzling my neck. Then she pulled out and I rolled over, desperate to feel her tongue in my mouth.

Afterward, we made out with even more passion than our first kiss, and soon I was hard again. She stroked me and rolled over, rubbing her shapely ass against me. I pulled her hips up and began kissing her ass all over until I reached her crack. Again, this was new territory for me, but I was so overcome with lust to bang her that nothing slowed my tongue from reaching its target.

At this point I would have kept at it no matter what she tasted like, but I was pleasantly surprised at how sweet and clean she was. I reached for the lube and condoms she said I’d find in the nightstand, and then lovingly worked a dollop into her ass. After I slicked up my condom covered penis, she guided me inside her, quickly accepting my entire length. She was so relaxed that there was little resistance, and I was pumping her like crazy in minutes. I had another mind blowing orgasm just as I reached around and grabbed her lovely cock.

By this time, we were both exhausted and soon fell asleep in each other’s arms. After a few hours of sleep, I awoke and realized I wasn’t dreaming. I had just fulfilled a fantasy that I hadn’t even know I’d had!

We’ve been dating for the past seven months. She’s met all my friends, and everyone loves her. They often tell me I don’t know how lucky I am. I tell them that they’re the ones who have no idea how lucky I am!

Mr. Derek H., Baton Rouge, Louisiana

DIVE BOAT CAPTAIN GOES DEEP WITH KINKY PASSENGER

Posted on September 29, 2009 by The Editors

I have been a dive boat captain for several years, splitting my time between Maui and Australia. Normally, my day is quite boring. Much of the time I’m alone on deck, puttering around the boat while the guides take clients diving. A few months ago, however, my partner and I started allowing non divers to accompany us on day trips. At first I was opposed to this, but after an episode that occurred a few weeks ago, I wholeheartedly endorse it. Let me start at the beginning.

Wednesday’s group was typical: Eleven clients, two divemasters and myself would be heading out to do three dives off the coast of Lanai. I met the group at the ship, noting a very attractive young lady who was escorted by an older gentleman. After a brief safety talk, we headed out across the channel. It was about a fifty minute ride, so most of the clients stripped down to bathing suits to catch some sun. Forward of the helm was a small bow deck that offered great views and a nice flat surface for sunning. The young lady came up and stripped down to a black bikini. I couldn’t help but be mesmerized as she slowly applied sunscreen all over her toned body. She was the kind of woman every man dreams of, with firm, high breasts, a washboard stomach and shapely thighs.

After about ten minutes of lying on her back, the lady rolled over onto her stomach. As she did, she unclasped the back of her top. She remained that way until we reached the first dive spot. She had a killer ass that I kept sneaking glances at every chance I could. I was rapidly overheating just from watching her, so I volunteered to dive down to the anchor point and tie up the ship. However, the cool water did little to quench the heat building within me.

As the divers prepared to get into the water, I noticed that she was not readying herself. Mitch, one of my dive masters, mentioned that she was going to do some snorkeling but no diving. As she bent over to help her companion with his diving gear, my eyes stayed glued to her ass and my cock rapidly hardened.

The first dive was forty five minutes long and at a shallow depth. I helped everyone overboard, only then noticing that she had gone back to the bow for some more sun. I walked up to the pilothouse to see if I could catch a quick look at her body. To my surprise, she was sitting on the bow topless. After watching her for a few moments, I walked up to the bow, clearing my throat to let her know that I was there. Without turning around, she asked if I would spread sunscreen on her back. She jumped as the cold liquid hit her sun warmed skin. I knelt close behind her so that I could look over her shoulder at her breasts. As I rubbed the lotion onto her warm back, I had to resist the temptation to reach around and massage her breasts, too.

With each stroke, I came closer to wrapping my hands around her sides to stroke her front. Finally, the tips of my fingers brushed the sides of her breasts. She shuddered but didn’t say anything. My confidence building, I slowly caressed her breasts and her stomach. She leaned back to rest her head on my shoulders, exposing herself to me fully. I slowly circled her breasts, closing in on her hard nipples. As my fingers swirled around her perfect areolas, she gasped and her flesh broke out in goose bumps. I gently pinched her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and finger. As I massaged her tits, her hand found its way to my hardening cock. She slowly started rubbing it through my shorts. As my cock grew to its full seven inches, she reached back and started stroking it in earnest. With her other hand, she began to rhythmically rub her pussy through her bikini.

After a few moments, she sat up and turned around. She motioned for me to stand up in front of her, which I gladly did. I stood silently as she pulled off my shorts. She knelt before me and started kissing my stomach and cock. Lifting my dick gently, she licked and sucked my balls, dipping between my thighs so her tongue could probe between my asscheeks. She gently pushed me backward, indicating that I should sit on the bench. I eagerly complied, wondering what she had in mind for me. I soon found out as she lifted my legs high above my head, exposing my ass to the tropical breeze. I leaned back as she started licking my balls again, slowly working her way to my ass. Her tongue flicked over my asshole, sending shivers through my body. She licked my hole in ever tightening circles until the tip of her tongue was pressing up against it. She spread my cheeks with her hands and thrust her tongue into my pucker. She fucked my hole with her tongue for what seemed like an eternity, her saliva running down my asscheeks as she drooled all over me. I felt like I was going to come right then and there.

Slowly, she worked her way over my balls to my cock. She teased the tip with her tongue, flicking the underside of the shaft as she stared me in the eye. With a sudden lunge, she swallowed me down, deep throating me until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. Her head bobbed up and down the length of my dick, almost sending me over the edge. Her hand encircled my shaft, stroking it as she sucked the head. The combination of her short hand strokes and amazing tongue made the come in my balls boil. I felt the pressure building, and she must have sensed it, too, because the pace of her hand increased with each passing second.

When I couldn’t hold it any longer, I screamed out that I was coming. With a huge explosion, semen shot out of my cock, spurt after spurt of it filling her hungry mouth. She managed to swallow my entire creamy load, sucking my cockhead and squeezing out every last drop. I sat back, trying to catch my breath, when I heard Mitch hail the ship, signaling the end of the first dive. I quickly put on my shorts, gave her a kiss and ran to the stern to help the divers aboard. Everyone was so excited by the spectacular sights that they failed to notice that their captain was having trouble with his sea legs! When everyone was aboard, we left for the next dive site. I watched as she kissed her companion, and I wondered if he could taste my semen in her mouth.

The next dive site was about thirty minutes away. The crew served snacks as I replayed the entire scenario in my head over and over again. I sat silently, cursing the boat and imploring it to go faster so I could throw everyone overboard and the blonde and I could resume where we’d left off. When we reached the dive site, I again dove down to the anchor rope and tied off the ship. When the last of the divers was overboard, I wasted no time in running to the bow.

I arrived to find her rubbing her pussy and pinching her bare nipples. I watched for several minutes as her fingers explored her body. Finally she removed the lower part of her suit. She slowly circled her pussy lips, spreading them with her fingers. Rhythmically, she finger fucked herself. I knelt down in front of her to get a better view as her fingers plunged in and out. Removing one of her fingers, she placed it in my mouth. Her juices tasted like honey. I pushed her onto her back, and she willingly spread her legs. I started by gently kissing her shoulders, neck and breasts. My tongue flicked out, exploring her hot skin, and she shuddered each time it found her nipples. I worked my way down her tight stomach, lightly rubbing the blonde hairs that covered it with my fingers. She arched her back as I got closer to her wet pussy. My tongue circled her pussy lips, teasing her. Though I had never done it before, I wanted to give her a rim job to return the favor. My arousal rose as I sniffed at her sweet ass, and I spread her legs even wider to get full access to her tiny opening.

My tongue roamed along her crack, gradually closing in on her tight hole. Her hips began to rock gently as I licked her there. She gasped as my tongue gradually pushed its way into her musky hole. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was getting from fucking her ass with my tongue. Her hips rocked with the rhythm of my strokes as my tongue plunged deeper and deeper into her asshole. Her fingers furiously rubbed her clit until she shuddered violently and came.

After her first orgasm, I turned my attention to her hot, wet pussy. I circled her love hole and flicked her clit with my tongue. She began to moan and rub herself against my face. I reached around and started rubbing my thumb on the entrance to her ass, pushing harder with each thrust. She cried out as I buried my thumb in her back hole. I pumped it rhythmically as her hips gyrated. She grabbed my hair as a second, more powerful orgasm shook her body. I continued to slowly thrust my thumb into her ass until she stopped shaking. By now my cock was as hard as a rock and ready to go. As I contemplated fucking her, I noticed a line of bubbles come around from the bow to the stern. The group was returning from their second dive. I left her there, lying in the sun, and went to the stern to assist the clients. I dove into the cool water in a vain attempt to hide my raging hard on. Luck was on my side, though, because all anyone could talk about was the white tipped reef shark they had come across in one of the caves.

Prior to the third dive, we served lunch to the famished divers and motored around for more than an hour to allow for sufficient surface time to allow the nitrogen to be removed from the diver’s bloodstream. That was the longest hour of my life.

Mercifully, I was soon diving into the cool waters once again to anchor the boat. I was so worked up that I practically threw the clients into the water. My cock grew hard in anticipation of fucking her. Once again, I raced to the bow and found her there, naked and waiting. I stripped off my shorts, exposing my cock to the warm sun. She sat up and took my meat in her hand, stroking it back to life. Her hot mouth encircled my hardening cock. I repositioned myself next to her on the deck, so that I could access her wet cunt while she sucked my prick. My tongue teased her clit, and soon my face was covered with her love juices. I reached around and rubbed her honey around her asshole. With my fingers, I put increasing pressure on the entrance to her backdoor, and she must have sensed what I had in mind because she wriggled against me until my middle finger was buried all the way in her snug rear hole.

Soon I was thrusting my finger in and out of her ass as I sucked her clit. After a few moments she shuddered with her third orgasm of the day. When she had recovered sufficiently, she lay back and indicated that she wanted me inside her. I didn’t have to be asked twice. I took her my favorite way, with her on her back and me kneeling between her spread legs. With one massive thrust, I sank my cock all the way to the hilt, my balls slapping against her asscheeks. I continued to thrust into her hot cunt, gaining momentum with each stroke. Just when I started to feel that wonderful pressure in my balls, she pushed me out and guided my cockhead to her asshole.

Paying careful attention to her reactions, I slowly pressed the tip of my dick into her ass, gradually applying pressure until her sphincter opened and allowed me inside. Her warm, silky ass clamped down on my cock, and I couldn’t believe how tight it felt. At first, my strokes were short and slow, but with each passing thrust, she would buck her hips back against me. My tempo increased rapidly as my excitement grew. The sight of my big cock buried all the way in her asshole while she fingered herself got my balls boiling. She met each of my thrusts with increasing intensity, crying out as each orgasm shook her beautiful body. My sweat dripped from my forehead, splashing on her firm breasts. I licked them, tasting our mingled flavors. Her ass clenched around my cock, sending me over the edge as I shot load after load of semen deep into her butt.

We lay there exhausted for quite some time before I heard the familiar call from Mitch. I quickly removed my softening cock from her ass, pulled up my shorts and ran to the back to help everyone aboard.

That was easily the best tour I’d ever been on. From that day on, I’ve kept my eyes open for sexy ladies who are looking to hook up while their guys enjoy the deep blue sea.

Mr. Nate A., Via E Mail

Mirror, Mirror

Posted on September 29, 2009 by Deanne Jordan

The resort was definitely cheesy. We had known from the brochure that it would be but still, as we checked in, Caleb and I shared a smirking smile and raised skeptical eyebrows at the earth tone d cor, the shag carpeting and the groovy globes of the early seventies era light fixtures overhead.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, slipping an arm around my waist. “We’re going to have a good time no matter what.” His warm fingers strayed inside the waistband of my jeans, caressing the small of my back and sending a pleasant shiver coursing through me.

I grinned at him. Of course we would, I thought. I pressed against him and nibbled on his neck while the clerk turned to get our room keys.

When we got to our cabin, we dumped our bags inside the door, kicked off our shoes and started to explore. There was a sunken conversation pit, with our own private fireplace that would be nice, even if we had to burn the fake Dura Logs the resort provided. There was a heart shaped whirlpool tub in red, of course a private heated pool behind a glass enclosure and no windows. But, as we were soon to discover, there was certainly a view.

At that moment, though, we only had eyes for the bed.

“What’s the point of it being round?” I wondered aloud, taking his hand and drawing him over to it.

“Let’s find out.”

During the long drive up to the resort, my hand kept straying into Caleb’s lap, and as soon as we were finally alone, I could hold back no longer. I kissed him warm, wet, delicious kisses and pressed closer, feeling the hard bulge of his cock throbbing through his jeans. He slipped both hands up into my shirt, roaming across my back the heat of his skin against mine felt fantastic. I reached over and pulled back the bedsheets, then pushed him down onto the mattress.

Kneeling between Caleb’s legs, I slowly unzipped his jeans. I slid my hands inside his pants and sighed in delight when my fingers met his stiff shaft. The sight and feel of him made my nipples as hard as little pebbles and made my pussy churn with arousal.

As I stroked his cock, he reached down to tweak the tips of my breasts through my shirt, pinching my nubs gently and then slowly circling them as he teased me. A rush of warmth flooded through my tingling cunt as I savored his touch.

When I saw the drop of pre come glistening on the tip of his cock, my hunger grew I had to have him in my mouth. I took the velvety head between my lips, and my tongue sought out that salty drop of juice. His rock hard shaft filled my entire mouth, and I ran my tongue up and down it, feeling him thrust gently against me to wedge himself even deeper down my throat. I glanced up I love to watch Caleb’s face when I suck him and caught sight of the two of us in the mirrored ceiling above the bed. I watched the reflection of his rigid cock slipping in and out between my circled lips and the hollows of my cheeks deepening as I sucked him harder. Seeing the image of the two of us overhead sent a jolt of excitement to my already moist pussy.

I felt as though I could suck him for hours. The taste and smell of his body, the fullness of his shaft against my tongue, plus watching it happen it all turned me on so completely. Gazing at Caleb, my eyes meeting his, I opened my mouth a bit more, to let him see my tongue roaming over his shaft. Then I closed my eyes and swallowed him as deeply as I could. His fingers knotted tightly in my hair, pulling me down against him. He let me enjoy that rhythm for a while, and then, groaning contentedly, he drew back, pushing my shoulders away from him.

“Take your shirt off,” he said.

I leaned back and pulled the t shirt over my head. I hadn’t worn a bra I never do if I can help it. Meanwhile, he slipped out of his jeans. In front of me, and then in the mirror overhead, I saw his cock, swollen and glistening. I moved forward to go down on him again, but with a grin, he shook his head. “Now take off your jeans,” he said.

I stood, undid the snap, slid the zipper down and pushed the denim past my hips. My cunt was aching I could barely wait for his cock to plunder my pussy.

“Leave the thong on,” he said. “For now.”

I bent to kiss him as I slipped my feet free of my jeans. Caleb leaned back on the bed, and as I climbed atop him, hot and hungry, and pressed my breasts against his chest, I felt his hands on my ass and his cock hard through the tantalizing barrier of my thong. I looked up, and in the mirrored headboard I saw my dark haired head above his golden blondness. I ran my fingers through his hair and watched it happen in the reflection, my hands tangling in his fair locks. I was mesmerized by our reflection.

I lifted myself up and in the mirror saw my breasts sway above his face. He reached out to take one hard nipple in his mouth, and watching him do it felt so amazing seeing his handsome face at my breast, and watching his tongue on my nipple while I felt the warm wetness against my skin made it doubly intense. Hot shocks rippled through my cunt as I relished the sight.

With one hand, he moved aside the lace of my thong and teasingly touched my cunt lips. His fingers probed, dipping lightly into the wetness he knew he would find there, until I began to beg. “Please,” I whispered, “please.” Caleb slipped deep inside, first with one finger, and then with two. I gasped as his fingers moved in and out of me, making me groan with joy. I rode his hand with abandon, savoring his lips and tongue on my nipple. The sensations he delivered rocked me body and soul. I threw my head back and closed my eyes. “Oh, yes,” I said, my voice deep and rough.

His touch was so sharp and sweet. I felt the orgasm rising inside me it was like a wave that started in my cunt and rushed outward to reach the tips of my fingers and toes, and then swirled back in toward my core. It was near, and I wanted it so much wanted him so much. When the peak came, it was a blessing and a firestorm all at once as my muscles spasmed beyond my control. My eyes flew open, and I was faced with our reflection in the mirrored ceiling. Caleb’s hand was at my cunt, and my back was arched and as my consciousness slid down from the tingling peak, I thought, Hey, we are one fucking hot looking couple.

Finally I turned my face down to Caleb’s. He was smiling, enjoying the vision of me as I surrendered to orgasm. I reached for his cock, and to my delight, I found he was still as hard as granite. I slid between his legs, drawing him into my mouth once more. How I loved the feel of his legs against my arms, my cheek brushing his belly, and his balls heavy in my left hand, while my right wrapped tightly around the base of his cock.

“Hmm, nice,” Caleb said, starting to sit up. “But that’s not what I want right now.”

I was having too good a time to stop, though. I glanced up and spotted my own ass in the mirror, the black lace of the thong running up between my cheeks. “Let me have a little more,” I murmured against his cock, and then I slipped him back into my mouth.

For a moment Caleb obliged but only for a moment. I felt his excitement building, and he pushed me back with a bit of strength until I finally relented. His hands slipped to my thong, pushing it down and away. I leaned to one side and slipped it off before I climbed atop him.

“Turn around,” he said.

I spun around, facing his feet, and reached between my legs for his hard cock. I held the head against my cunt and then lowered myself down onto him with a groan of satisfaction.

“Mmm, yeah,” he said. I smiled when I heard the lust in his voice it matched exactly what I felt. His hands were at my waist, guiding me up and down on his shaft. I looked up and caught sight of us linked together in another mirror across the room our eyes met in the reflection he was watching, too. And then I saw him look down toward my ass, watching his cock slide in and out of me.

His thrusts were deliciously satisfying. But after I had ridden him a few more strokes, he said, “Lie back.”

“Back?”

“Yeah.” He reached up to grasp my shoulders while I uncurled my legs to rest just outside his and leaned back against his chest.

Then I saw why. There we were, reflected in the mirrored ceiling, me stretched out faceup atop him. I watched his hands reach for my breasts and saw his face above my shoulder and his cock slipping in and out between the pink lips of my cunt.

“Now that is hot,” he said.

“Mmm,” I agreed, smiling lustily. I did look good: my long legs spread, my dark thatch of hair against my pale skin, belly flat, my breasts in his hands. The pink tips of my nipples peeked out between his fingers. Feeling him thrust into me, I studied the muscular lines of his form, flexing as he worked his dick in and out of my cunt. Although watching was hot, I wanted his cock deeper inside me than it could get in that position. I wanted to feel his strength, to feel his weight upon me. I set my palms on the mattress and sat up, slid carefully off to the side, and pulled him over on top of me.

Yes, God, that’s good, I thought as he plunged back into me. That’s the angle I want.

I stared over his shoulder at the mirror on the ceiling and watched him fuck me. His legs were magnificent: the corded muscles shifted as he thrust back and forth, the curves of his hamstrings and thick knots of his calves absolutely beautiful. I watched the muscles of his ass clench tighter as he pushed deeper inside me. Feeling his cock thrusting, I admired the sweeping “V” of his back and how his muscles tensed each time he pushed his cock into my chasm.

He was almost there. I could feel it, and it excited me further. I wanted it, wanted his orgasm, wanted him to shudder against me and come.

It was close yes, it was definitely close. I grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him tight against me as he plunged deeper. As he crested, his rhythm grew erratic and finally, groaning, he pitched his golden head back, his face clenched with a grimace of ecstasy . . . and the power of it rolled over me like thunder. His arms gave way, and I clutched him to me tightly. I buried my face in his chest, savoring the curling roughness of his hair against my cheek.

A moment passed before either of us was really coherent. We lay there, lost in the timeless animal part of the brain, not thinking, not moving, just breathing and being. It was only when gravity started to kick in that he shifted. In wordless agreement, we tried to stay linked together as we rolled to the side, but it was no use. His cock slipped out and lay deliciously heavy and sticky on my thigh.

I reached out and ran my fingers though his hair again. Then I looked up in the mirror to see us lying together, spent, touching and caressing. We were curled there in the center of the round bed: dark and blond, yin and yang.

How amusing, I’d thought, that there in a cheesy Poconos pleasure palace, looking up at the tacky mirror on the ceiling at two lovers who had just fucked each other silly, I would see something vast, paradigmatic and eternal.

Caleb yawned and stretched, and then rolled over onto his back. “Wow,” he said. “That was intense.”

I snuggled up to him. “No kidding. Think we can keep it up for three days?”

He chuckled. “It’s going to be a while before I get it up again.” Then he reached over between my thighs, his fingers playing in the wetness of his come and my juices. “But that doesn’t mean I’m done with you yet.”

His touch on my clit sparked renewed heat. “Oh yeah?” I purred.

“Yeah,” he said, sitting up. He bent over me, drawing my left nipple into his mouth. Down below, his fingers still played with my clit. I enjoyed the sight of his lips on my breast, catching glimpses of his tongue as it moved against my nipple. Then I looked up into the mirror overhead, watching as he slowly traced a line of kisses down my body. He started with my erect nipple and moved down my ribs, heading diagonally across my belly. I spread my legs wide and gazed at our reflection as he positioned himself between my thighs. His blond head moved lower, and he dropped down between my thighs to kiss my cunt.

“Mmm,” he said. “I love the way you taste. And I love tasting myself mixed with you.” He lowered his head again to lap at my clit, and I sighed contentedly. It felt so delicious and looked so hot: In the mirror I saw my nipples, pink and crinkled tight, and Caleb’s head buried between my outstretched legs.

I moved both hands to my breasts, cupping them and seeing their fullness reflected above while I felt the warmth of my own skin in my hands. I twitched my index fingers across my nipples, watching them move as I followed the rhythm of his tongue against my clit.

Caleb slid a finger inside me. I was deliciously slick because my cunt was still dripping with his load. Massaging me from within, he pulled me closer as his mouth, tongue and finger worked together until my whole consciousness was wrapped up in the sensations. My skin tingled all over and excitement ran through my belly like a current. Each movement of his finger, each soft touch of his tongue against my clit, ignited its own spark of sensation in my nipples.

I was completely lost in the experience. The feelings he induced in me were so sharp and sweet. Through half focused eyes, I glimpsed my reflection in the ceiling, writhing in response to his touch. Watching us move together, I knew the orgasm would come, but I didn’t care when. When it finally did, it was intense. I surrendered to the power of his touch, my thoughts dissolving into the surging of our bodies’ motion and the rushing sound in my ears. I gazed at our reflection as the pleasure building within me exploded. I cried out wordlessly as he coaxed ripples of ecstasy from my shuddering body.

I gasped, breathing hard, tingling from head to toe. He slowed the pace of his tongue on my clit, moving ever more gently. I raised myself up onto my elbows and looked down to watch the final strokes of his tongue against my cunt. At last he stopped and smiled at me, his face shining with the wetness of my juices and his own. He pulled his finger from inside me and stuck it into his mouth.

“Delicious,” he said, climbing back up to lay beside me.

I admired Caleb in the mirror above. Then I saw that his cock was rigid once more. Keeping my eyes on our reflection, I reached down to take his shaft in my hand. He closed his eyes and pushed his hips against me.

God, I thought, he is so hot. And the weekend’s just starting.

I glanced around at our little rented playground. Hmm, so many possibilities yet to explore! The jacuzzi tub, the sunken area in front of the fireplace, the heated swimming pool . . . I noticed for the first time that the walls behind the pool were fully mirrored.

“You know what?” I murmured.

“What?”

“It’s a good thing this place has room service.”

Penthouse Variations

Monthly Archives: September 2009

Honeymoon Express to Venice

HER DAY GLO TOES MAKE HER THE PERFECT PLAYTHING FOR THIS FOOT FETISHIST

SEXY DOMME AND HER KINKY GIRLFRIEND ARE TICKLED PINK

WHY FIGHT WHEN THEY CAN BOTH GO HOME WITH A HOT STRIPPER FOR SOME STEAMY ACTION?

OLDER WOMAN DISCOVERS THE JOYS TO BE HAD FROM LUXURY SEX TOYS

HE DISCOVERS HIS WIFE’S ONLINE PROFILE AND KEEPS GOING BACK FOR MORE HOT PHOTOS

DOUBLE STUFFED GAL GETS THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS

“NOT WHAT YOU THINK” WAS WAY BETTER THAN I COULD HAVE DREAMED!

DIVE BOAT CAPTAIN GOES DEEP WITH KINKY PASSENGER

Mirror, Mirror

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