A Couple for All Seasons

Posted on October 31, 2009 by Mark Walden

It’s a rare treat for a junior executive to be awarded weekend privileges at the company retreat. It’s the perfect opportunity to recharge in the pastoral setting, to soak up the serenity of unspoiled nature and to become revitalized, refreshed, in the head clearing, peaceful environs of fifty wooded acres surrounding a cozy cabin. But as a delightful bonus, my wife and I discovered that the isolated tranquility afforded us the even rarer treat of sexual rejuvenation. The passion and bliss that had sparked our courtship had become dulled by the pressures and hectic city lifestyle of an on the go professional couple.

During that magical fall weekend, ensconced in our private Garden of Eden, Karen and I recaptured a significant slice of youthful ardor. Under blue skies, amid the towering cocoon of ancient trees, on a bed of silken clover splashed with orange and purple, Karen and I experienced sex as truly one of nature’s strongest life forces.

We were so submerged in our work that on the gorgeous, late September Friday afternoon of our departure, Karen brought along her briefcase. Squirreled away in my suitcase was my own office account book. Neither of us could conceive of an unproductive weekend that is, until we were out of the city.

A three hour drive and we were there, and even as I got out of the car to unlock the gate of the private property, I noticed the crisp, clean air and the majestic mural of an imminent sunset painted on the sky. We followed the winding, tree lined trail to the cabin and made quick work of unloading our luggage. After unpacking, we grabbed a warm blanket and decided to take advantage of the fleeting sunlight by scouting the area immediately around the cabin.

Marveling at the brilliant colors of the trees that surrounded us, we hiked along a narrow trail and followed a tributary to its source in a clearing atop a gentle slope. From our elevated perch, we gazed out at the breathtakingly beautiful sight of golden meadows, the beckoning lake and more tree covered slopes. The fading sunlight kissed distant treetops and the subtle breeze caressed us, making our flesh tingle and alerting our senses to the great vastness that was already drawing Karen and me closer together.

Unseen birds serenaded us as we shared a tender kiss. There could be no better way for us to pay homage to the orange sunset than to make love under it. We unfolded the blanket on the grass. A gradually growing passion flickered through us. Energized by the fresh smelling air, the fragrant aroma of the autumn foliage and the lingering rays of the surrendering sunlight, our passion flared. For the first time in too long I saw, really saw, Karen’s exquisite beauty. Against this serendipitous background, my wife seemed to glow, to blossom again into the ravishing woman that the fast paced professional life of the city had blurred in my sight.

Our kiss melted into another, and our hands explored each other’s body with zeal. The blossoming of our mutual desire kept pace with the sinking sun, and by the time we stretched naked together on the soft blanket, twilight bathed our flesh, vividly silhouetting our soaring need to possess each other.

We shuddered in our embrace, and Karen crooned throatily as she nibbled on my neck and writhed under the hot throbbing of my cock. Without the warmth of the sun, the air cooled a bit, so we rolled up in the warmth of the quilt we were lying on. I kissed my way down her flesh and lingered at the cinnamon tips of her nipples. My hands traced the silky outline of her hips as I drew a nipple into my mouth. Beneath me, her vagina was hot, damp, beckoning me inside even before she lifted herself accommodatingly, encouraging me to grab the firm globes of her buttocks.

Suddenly our desire was desperate. My cock pulsated inside her as she bucked and locked me into position with her legs. Then, resisting the overwhelming urge to follow our passion and rush to orgasm, we froze. Teased by the sensations that rippled through us, we savored the ecstasy of just being joined.

Incredible delight flooded me as her vagina clutched my cock. Twilight’s shadows danced over her eyes and her mouth, which was open in a silent gasp. The warmth and feminine softness of her naked body embraced me like a bolt of sun soaked silk. And as I lowered my lips to hers and our tongues intertwined, no amount of self discipline could stop the avalanche of nature’s will. Our hips began to thrust and sway in an escalating rhythm. Her womanhood seemed to blossom around my thrusting penis, claiming me as much as I claimed her. And, all too suddenly, our orgasms erupted, bursting upon us like an exploding rainbow arcing across our senses.

For Karen and me, making love out under a crisp, clear autumn night sky brought back more than tender memories of secret bliss between a couple of college students already we were well on the way to rediscovering each other, and we frolicked together as we headed back to the cabin, laughing and joking.

The sun woke us the next morning. After a hearty breakfast, we set off for what we’d planned would be only a brisk morning hike. It was a beautiful Indian summer day that could occur only in the fall. Soon, however, our hike turned into a leisurely meandering exploration. Around noon we happened upon the inviting lake we’d spotted the evening before from the hilltop site of our sundown lovemaking. We were warmed from our hike, and the cool blue lake was too appealing to pass up. We undressed and splashed around in the refreshing water, giggling like newlyweds as we chased each other. Finally I “caught” Karen just as she climbed up onto the grassy bank.

The tiny rivulets of water that ran down her arms and rolled over her succulent breasts sparkled in the sun’s yellow glare. I pulled myself up to kneel at her feet and licked at her chilled, damp flesh, moving up her thigh with my tongue until I tasted her. Her back arched and her fingers clutched my head, pulling my face hard against her sex. Her long legs began to tremble, and I heard her delicate gasps as my tongue probed the wet, pouting lips of her pussy. When I seized her clitoris between my lips and flicked it with the tip of my tongue, Karen began to shudder in orgasm. She cried out as her hips undulated and her tangy nectar glossed my lips. I gripped her buttocks and kept my face pressed against her womanhood, feasting on her bounty as though seeking to devour the very essence of her femininity.

When she finally slumped against me with a gratified moan, I glanced up to see the exquisiteness of my wife’s natural beauty, now so brazenly highlighted by the streaming shafts of sunlight pouring down through the yellow gold leaves of the trees. Her eyes were closed and her head was back, tilted up to the blue sky, as if in homage to the tranquil elements at the moment of her own physical tranquility and fulfillment. Her breasts rose with each breath, the turgid nipples proudly manifesting her pleasure and the brisk autumn breeze.

With feminine grace, Karen seemed to flutter to the ground while pulling me upward. Now kneeling before me, she squeezed my hard shaft between her breasts and licked the head. Gently she cupped my balls in one hand just before taking my swollen glans in her mouth. I swayed on my feet as the magnificent sensations swept through me. At the same time I savored the sight of my lovely wife eagerly gulping more of my cock.

I began to thrust my penis gently into her receptive mouth as she slipped her free hand back to caress my asscheeks. I uttered a lustful groan when her mouth slid off my rigid cock and she began kissing and nibbling her way along the length of my shaft. I almost lost it when her lips reached my balls, and when she sucked them into her mouth while probing my anus with a bold finger, I went over the edge.

My darling wife knows me well. When I arched and shuddered, her mouth was back on my penis. The moment I began to ejaculate, she began sucking, taking every drop of my creamy load.

That blissful experience was merely one of several Karen and I shared during our autumn weekend at the retreat. Just being back amid the grandeur of nature, surrounded by the colorful scenery and fresh, clear air invigorated us. Our senses became keen, our perceptions enlivened and rich. We became part of the land and admired the russet colored flora. Our marriage and our feelings for each other began anew that magical weekend.

Sunday evening, having delayed our departure as long as possible, we reluctantly began the trip back to the city. Bags packed and the cabin secured, we hesitated before actually getting into the car. It was Karen who suggested a stroll to the wooded slope that had hosted our initial sunset rendezvous. Luckily it was still warm for this time of year, and we wanted to take advantage of the fresh, fragrant fall air, which smelled so good.

Our lovemaking was gentle and slow as we savored each other and our place in the vast, unspoiled beauty of our natural surroundings. Sunset became starry night before we finally disengaged from each other and bid farewell to the place that had welcomed our arrival. It had been just one short weekend, but for us it had meant a rejuvenation that could last a lifetime.

In the city and in the routines of our busy professional lives, the changing seasons go mostly unnoticed. The office thermostat regulates the climate to a monotonous constant. Restaurant menus reflect the slightest concession to the seasons with varying offerings of fruits and vegetables. Summer and winter, fall and spring become designated by the television schedule.

Not surprisingly, Karen and I took advantage of the first available opportunity to return to the company retreat. Even though it wasn’t a holiday, just a December weekend, our enthusiasm wasn’t dampened. After all, every season offers its own unique beauty and special opportunity for nature lovers like Karen and me to rediscover each other.

The snowfall was heavier out of the city, and when we arrived at the cabin, we were greeted by a picturesque, white capped wonderland. Breathtaking beauty surrounded us. The bright moon cast shadows across the snow and illuminated the silent night with a surreal glow. The stark contrast of the black sky and white ground seemed perfect, as did the delightful contrast of our warm hands fondling each other in the cold air.

In a high drift of snow among a cluster of bare trees, Karen and I broke our cozy embrace long enough for me to remove my gloves and reach inside her parka for her breasts. She moaned softly as I stroked her erect nipples and purred with sweet pleasure when I unzipped the parka, eased her back into the soft powder of that fresh snow and began to caress her exposed breasts with my lips and tongue.

She held my head tightly against her chest as I feasted on her breasts and slid a hand down inside the pants of her snowsuit. Her thighs parted willingly, giving my fingers access to her warm, furry vulva. She shuddered and sighed as my warm hand explored her cunt. I pushed two fingers into her and teased her clitoris with my thumb, thrilling to the rhythmic movements she made and to her squeals of delight.

“I want you,” she moaned, reaching for me. “Fuck me!”

She squirmed beneath me, and when I rocked back on my knees, she pushed me back into the snow and scrambled on top of me. Straddling my thighs, Karen unzipped my pants and pulled out my hot, throbbing cock. She bent over and sucked it into her warm mouth. Teasingly she moved her mouth off me more than once, exposing my cock to the cold before heating me up with her mouth.

By now I was reaching for her, desperate in my urgency, pulling her up and yanking at the pants of her snowsuit. She accommodated me, her hips wriggling as she positioned herself to mount my cock. My hands squeezed the porcelain smooth flesh of her hips after I’d managed to tug her pants down to just below her knees. Again we had come prepared, and we cuddled together all bundled up in a sturdy blanket. My hands caressing her buttocks, thighs and hips added extra warmth as she squatted over my cock, gripped the swollen root of my shaft and, finally, impaled herself on me.

Karen hunched forward, covering me with herself as she humped her hips in increasingly rapid up and down motions, making the slippery, warm crevice of her vagina glide up and down my penis. Soon I was thrusting and bucking beneath her, feeling the pleasure build and build.

The cold, snowy air whipped around us, but we were lost in each other, thrilled by the wondrous contrast of the frigid wind against our hot flesh. Our joyous cries shattered the placid wintry night, enhancing the adventure of our outdoor lovemaking. The snowdrift was our cocoon as we spun our own magical web of love and pleasure.

My climax seemed to jolt Karen into her own shuddering orgasm. We clung to each other, riding out the tides of our ecstasy long after I’d filled her with the juice of my passion. Even the frigid surroundings couldn’t cool our exhilaration as we finally stood, covered ourselves and brushed the powdery snow off each other. We meandered back to the cabin, marveling at the sheer beauty of the snow covered landscape. Once inside, Karen and I playfully kissed and hugged each other. We enjoyed some hot chocolate, for we needed some warming up, and cuddled by the fire. The rest of the weekend was spent in our cabin retreat, far from the cares of the city. Savoring the warmth of each other, we made love passionately and frequently, while the snow drifted lazily outside.

We are, I suppose, a couple for all seasons. And thus far, Karen and I haven’t had an off season since coming back to nature to shake off the city drabness. But best of all, through the changing seasons, Karen and I know we will be together, expressing our love and passion for each other in a setting only nature can provide. Our marriage is so good.

Our Spicy Dream Jar

Posted on October 30, 2009 by Laurie Tobin

On the counter in our kitchen sits a jar that holds little slips of paper, some blue, some pink. It looks like an ordinary jar, but to my husband, Fred, and me, it is a special jar. For on the slips of paper are written our sexual fantasies. Once a month a fantasy is withdrawn from the jar and acted out often with spectacular results.

Fred and I married quite young. We were right out of school and both virgins when we tied the knot. I know it seems unusual in this day and age, but he is the only man I’ve ever had, and I am the only woman he’s ever made love to. We are very much in love with each other, and for most of the first ten years of our marriage, our sex life was quite satisfactory. Then we attended our tenth high school reunion, and things changed.

Each of us encountered a former love interest who sparked intense curiosity. I was reunited with Jack, the class clown who desperately wanted to go out with me in those days. I dated him a few times but never gave him more than a goodnight kiss. Now I was looking at him in a different light: a funny, handsome man with a beautiful wife. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like to have slept with him.

I noticed that Fred was spending quite a bit of time with Yolanda, his girlfriend before I came along. On the drive home he was a bit distracted, so I asked him if be was thinking about his old flame. He shook his head, but I was unconvinced.

When we got home and got into bed, I felt compelled to ask a question that had been nagging at me a long time. “Fred, does it ever bother you that you haven’t slept with any other women besides me?” I knew it would be hard for him to answer, so I went on. “I’ll admit to you, sweetheart,” I said, “that there are times when I wonder what another man would be like, and I know you regret never seducing Yolanda. You were eyeing her and everybody could see it.”

He finally admitted that he was curious about other women, but he steadfastly insisted that he would never cheat on me. I told him that I would never cheat on him, either. As we drifted off to sleep, I came up with a way for us to experience the variety we desired without compromising our marital vows.

Come morning I told Fred my idea, my enthusiasm bubbling over. He couldn’t help but catch my excitement, and I set about making it a reality. I cleaned out a big pickle jar and set it out to dry, then found some gift wrapping paper blue for Fred, pink for me. I cut out several note size pieces and gave the blue pieces to Fred. “Write down any kind of sexual fantasy you’ve ever wanted to have come true,” I told him. “It could be anything. Visiting a prostitute, having sex with a cheerleader, anything. I’ll do the same. Then, one night a month, we’ll draw a fantasy out of the jar f and that will be the one we enact.”

Fred smiled devilishly, wrote down a couple of them very quickly and dropped them into the jar. “As I think of more, I’ll add to the pile,” he said, laughing.

When it came time to write mine, I went blank. What kinds of thrills was I looking for? It was difficult to get myself in the proper frame of mind. So I went to work (I teach history at the local college) and when I got home at three in the afternoon, I made myself a hot bubble bath and just floated off into my own personal fantasyland. I began to conjure up the images that most turned me on and ended up masturbating right in the tub. But now I had several ideas for the jar.

I scribbled them down, folded them into tiny squares and dropped them in. It was exciting to think of making fantasies come true, but it made me a little nervous at the same time I would be revealing a part of myself that Fred had never seen. What would be his reaction?

The day of reckoning came soon enough. Fred insisted that because the jar was my idea, I should get my fantasy first. He opened the jar and slowly fished around for a pink piece of paper. Opening it slowly, he read aloud: “I’m the teacher, and you’re my student.” He looked me straight in the eye and grinned.

I must admit that during slow times in class, I often look out over my male students and picture how they would look naked: I think about how big and thick their cocks are and picture their faces between my thighs as they lick my pussy. Of course, nothing will ever come of it. Occasionally a student gets a crush on me and I have to delicately ward him off, but I often masturbate with the image of one of those students in my mind.

Quickly Fred and I worked out the details. It was a Saturday afternoon. I would go to my office at school and wait for him. He would come to me and pretend he was one of my students, and things would progress from there. Everything was going to be spontaneous. I could hardly wait!

I got to my office and sat behind my desk, with my hair pulled back in a bun and my rimless eyeglasses perched on my nose. I started grading papers with a big red pen. I got so deep into my part that when Fred knocked at the door, I had almost forgotten that he was coming.

When I let him in, I almost laughed out loud. He was wearing his letter sweater. In his day, Fred was a big time jock at school, excelling in football and basketball. He’s a big fellow, six four and two hundred and thirty pounds or so, and could have had his pick of the school. Instead he went out with me, the so called “brainiac.” Now here he was, standing before me in his faded sweater, a sheepish expression on his face,

“Please come in, Fred,” I said, trying my best to keep a professional tone.

“Thanks for taking the time to see me, ma’am,” he said, his deep baritone respectfully subdued.

He sat in my guest chair. “Of course, Fred,” I said. “What can I do for you?”

“Well,” he said, “you know that I can’t stay on the team unless I maintain a C average. And I’m afraid I dropped below a C after I got a D from you last semester.” I looked at him coolly, but my pussy was beginning to burn. I couldn’t wait to hear what came next.

“If you’ve come to try to change my mind about your grade, I’m afraid you’ve come in vain,” I said.

“But you don’t understand,” he said, acting his part with skill. “Football is my life!”

“You should have thought about that during the school year. You’re certainly capable of passing my class. You just didn’t work hard enough.”

The look on Fred’s face was priceless. From where I sat I could see his erection creating a sizable lump in his pants. “You’re right, and I don’t think you should change my grade just because I ask you to. I was wondering if there was any extra credit work I could do to bump my grade up.”

I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs so that he could see plenty of thigh. “Oh, I could probably think of some ‘extra credit’ you could do for me, Fred,” I said. “Stand up.” He stood up slowly, his large frame towering above me. I regarded his body as though I were seeing it for the first time. “Turn around, ” I continued. He began to blush as he turned, knowing that I was staring at his nice buns. “Now I want you to strip.”

Fred shot a look back at me, his face crimson with embarrassment. He was so into the part that he forgot for a moment that I was his wife. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I want you buck naked. You’ve got one minute, or forget the whole thing and your grade stays the way it is.” Fred slowly removed his sweater and shirt, revealing his broad chest, which is covered with downy blond hair. Studying his exquisite physique, I nearly lost my breath. He had used the years wisely and enhanced his powerful figure. Eventually he was down to his underwear. He paused and looked at me, his eyes wide.

“I said ‘naked,’ Fred,” I scolded. Down came his jockeys, and his mighty cock stood tall. I stood and circled him, as though I were appraising a champion racehorse at auction. “You’re quite a specimen, young man,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he replied, his voice stuck in his throat.

I cleared my desk of its papers and pens and sat upon it, kicking off my shoes. I hoisted my skirt and pulled down my panties. Fred’s eyes nearly doubled in size. “‘There’s a new unit in this course. If you get a good grade on it, you might pass my class. On your knees, Fred.”

My husband dropped to his knees in a trance. He lowered his face between my thighs and tentatively applied his tongue to my fleshy folds. He groaned and told me that I tasted good. I merely smiled and touched the back of his head, urging him on. I then closed my eyes and threw my head back, picturing in my mind one of my students feasting on my creaming pussy. Fred had never eaten me better, his tongue skillfully darting in, out and around my pussy. I tightened my legs around his head and squeezed as I came.

“A plus!” I congratulated him, catching my breath and stroking his thick blond hair. “Let me give you a gold star.” I hopped off the desk and had him take my place. His darkly suffused cock stuck straight up out of his lap. I removed my glasses and took the pins out of my hair, shaking it loose so that it fell around my shoulders. I then took off my blouse and bra, revealing my breasts to Fred’s gaze.

Bending over, I rubbed my tits on Fred’s huge thighs, my nipples hardening into small pebbles. I then kissed my way up his legs from his knees to the uppermost portion of his thighs, occasionally taking time out to compliment him. “You’re such a beautiful sight, Fred.” I came close to his cock, my mouth only inches away. My hot breath made it dance in anticipation. “Your cock is magnificent. How many girls have you tantalized with this piece of equipment?”

My husband actually blushed and said, “None. I’ve never done this before.”

I loved this touch! Fred and I had deflowered each other some ten years before, and it had not been smooth. Now we had a chance to reenact it with one of us as experienced instructor. “Well, it’s about time you found out what it feels like,” I said before swooping down on his dick with my tongue while, at the same time, my fingers nimbly caressed his balls. Fred was so into his part that he came only a few minutes into my blowjob.

We had both had powerful orgasms, perhaps the most powerful of our marriage, but as I looked at him sitting on my desk, his unfailing cock still hard, I knew I didn’t want this fantasy to end so quickly. “Get your clothes on,” I told him. “I’m taking you home with me. We’re going to spend the rest of this weekend in a private tutorial. We’ll work you up to a four point in no time.” And after the marathon lovemaking session that ensued, with me mostly on top pounding down on his unflagging erection, Fred more than earned that A.

Four weekends came and went in the blink of an eye, and one Friday morning at breakfast, Fred reminded me that it was his turn to have a fantasy come true. I smiled and went to get the jar. I had no idea what kind of sexual dreams he had, but I was about to find out.

I unfolded the slip of paper. “You will be my love slave for the entire weekend,” I read aloud. I looked at Fred, who was beaming. Clearly he had been hoping to draw this particular piece of paper.

“When you come home from work this afternoon,” he began, “there will be a set of instructions for you. Follow them to the letter and we will have such a good time that seismologists everywhere will think the epicenter of an earthquake is right in our bedroom.” I simply stared at him, shocked that he had entertained such a fantasy, since I’d thought of it myself privately many times.

I couldn’t concentrate all day. My students must have wondered what was wrong with their teacher. When I got home, I approached the front door tentatively, not entirely sure of what I would find there. The house was empty and eerily quiet. On the dining room table were a few boxes and a simple white envelope on which was written “Laurie” in Fred’s hand. I opened it, my hands quivering, and held my breath as I read it.

“Dear Laurie, the first thing you will do is strip naked and take a long, hot bath. I have left some vanilla scented soap for you to use, and I want you to make sure you thoroughly clean yourself, as I will be personally exploring every inch of you. Then you will shave every bit of hair from your pussy.” Not long after we were married, Fred had asked me to do this and I had laughed at him. I had heard no more on the subject since then. “You will then dress in the clothing in the boxes before you.”

I stopped reading for a moment to examine the contents of the boxes. In a shoe box were a pair of white pumps I had bought years before for a lark and had rarely worn because they were just a bit too dramatic for my taste. Inside pink tissue in the other box was a complete outfit with everything in white: a chemise, silk crotchless panties trimmed with lace, a garter belt, silk stockings and a white leather collar.

I held the lingerie in my hands and tried to reason out Fred’s fantasy. How long had it been since I had worn items like these? At work I wore the tailored, pin striped look of a “corporate woman. ” In my free time I was usually in jeans and a sweatshirt. Fred obviously wanted to see me in a sexy outfit but had been too concerned about hurting my feelings to say so. I held the soft material of the chemise to my face and realized that Fred must have purchased these items with great care, for they were all of the highest quality. I resolved right then to be the best love slave my man could ever want.

I finished reading his instructions. “I will be home at eight o’clock sharp. I expect to find you in the center of the living room on your knees, with your hands folded in your lap and your eyes cast downward. For the rest of the evening, you will obey every one of my commands. You will also not look me in the eye, nor will you address me as anything but ‘Sir.’ See you at eight.”

I put down his note, nearly dizzy with the anticipation of what this night would bring. I dreamily followed my husband’s instructions. I took a luxurious bath and then shaved my pussy bald. It was quite a project, actually. I got so turned on doing this that I had to finger myself to orgasm. I didn’t doubt that it would be the first of many I would have that evening. I brushed my hair until it shone like never before, and then I slipped into the lingerie, which made me feel like a new woman.

The clock struck eight and I heard Fred’s car in the driveway. I hurried to my position, but not before taking a quick look at myself in the mirror. I knew that I was going to knock his socks off.

When he entered through the front door, I just had to look up at him, and I discovered that it was he who was knocking my socks off. He was completely in black: A bomber jacket, a turtleneck, jeans and hobnailed boots were his wardrobe. I looked up into his steely blue eyes, and he shook his finger at me. I immediately looked down. Silently he approached me, and then circled my prone form. “Very nice,” he said softly. Then he pulled a chain leash from his jacket and clipped it to my collar. Tugging at the chain, he got me to my feet and led me into the bedroom as if I were a dog.

Unhooking the leash, Fred ordered me to lie down on the bed. I did so, reveling in the exhilarating sensation of surrendering myself completely to this strong, handsome man dressed in black. He then produced four silken cords, which he used to bind my hands and feet to the bedposts. This accomplished, he sat between my legs and examined my pussy.

“Excellent, Laurie. I’ve always wanted to see you with a shaved cunt. You’ve done a fine job.”

“Thank you, sir,” I said meekly.

Fred then fingered my pussy with his callous fingers, alternating between lightly tapping my clitoris to shoving practically his whole hand inside me. I was utterly wild, pulling on my bonds as I squirmed on the bed. He abruptly stopped and untied the bow at the side of my panties and pulled them free of me. Moving his face close to my cunt, he blew gently on my inflamed clitoris, nearly sending me through the roof. But before I could come, he stopped again.

Standing before me, he slowly stripped. Once naked, he straddled me and thrust his rock hard cock into my face. My tongue strained to lap at his hardness. He then grabbed my hair and put his cock in my mouth and fucked my face. I was merely a receptacle for his lust, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Never had I taken his cock deeper down my throat. After a few minutes, he pulled out and soaked my face with his semen. I lapped up as much as of it as I could, but most of it remained on my face.

Fred clambered off the bed and returned his attention to my pussy. I watched in fascination as he took a feather out of his jacket pocket. Slowly he ran it up and down the insides of my thighs, making me shriek with laughter. Then he pulled the chemise up to my armpits and tickled my ribs and breasts with the diabolical plume. When I began to think I couldn’t stand any more, he stopped.

Then he lowered his mouth to my pussy, and this time he didn’t stop short. His expert tongue snaked up inside me and he ate me out like a champion. Still, whenever I neared orgasm, he stopped, practically bringing me to tears four or five times. On the last occasion of this torture, he rose above me, pointing his cock at my cunt as though it were a spear. He then drove it home, lodging himself securely within me in one thrust.

With all his strength, he thrust into me, and after just a few minutes, I felt as though a dam within me had burst. I came so hard I saw stars and cried out. Fred continued his assault long enough for me to come again just as powerfully.

Fred stopped and withdrew. He untied me. “Roll over,” he commanded. I obeyed, and he shoved a pillow under my hips to elevate my bottom. When he began lubricating my anus, I knew what was about to happen. This was another thing Fred had wanted years before, but after one unenthusiastic attempt on my part, we had not tried it again.

Fred leaned over and whispered into my ear. “I’ve wanted to fuck your ass for the longest time. I’m going to shove every inch of my cock all the way up your tight asshole. What do you think?”

“I would love it, sir,” I whispered.

I was expecting excruciating pain, but for some reason his cock just popped inside me as though it had always belonged there. And when he began fucking me, I began humping my ass back to meet his thrusts. I buried my face in my pillow, my cries of pleasure muffled as he repeatedly slammed his cock home.

The rest of that weekend, I catered to my husband’s every whim. We both had more orgasms than we could count. Once Monday morning rolled around, everything went back to normal. Fred said that his desire to control me had evaporated for the time being, though he might fill out a similar slip of paper in the near future. Meanwhile, every month has brought new and thrilling surprises for both of us. I’m sure he’ll be very surprised and quite turned on when he draws the one calling for me to use a strap on dildo to steal his anal virginity.

Private Matinee

Posted on October 29, 2009 by Robert Stevenson

What a tease she is, my wife! Jill just loves to tantalize the men, crossing her legs to expose a glimpse of panties, or wearing blouses with large, cutout armholes, braless, so that the underside of her breast can be observed when she moves a certain way. We discuss it while lying in bed together sometimes, and I must admit that I’ve encouraged her. I find it incredibly exciting to observe other men seeing those “private parts” of my wife’s body, and our little whispered pep sessions between the sheets give Jill additional fuel for her exhibitionistic fires.

For a long time I’ve been fascinated by adult films, and perhaps that was one reason I carefully nurtured Jill’s show off fantasies. Naturally I’m partial, but Jill looks like one of my favorite adult film stars. Although it’s hard for me to admit, I’m always masturbating while watching these films in the local adult theater. Once something happened there that I’ll never forget. A man brought his wife to the theater, and he allowed other men to fondle her while he watched. I wondered if Jill would agree to doing the same thing, so, in trepidation, I proposed it to her.

“You mean, let complete strangers put their hands inside my blouse and play with me, even touch my pussy, while you watch and jerk off?” she asked.

I told her that of course she didn’t have to do it, but that it would be incredibly exciting for me if she would. I explained that I’d seen it once at the theater and that it would be very erotic.

“Sounds hot,” she said. Then, as she considered it further, she seemed to get as excited about the idea as I was and, finally, she agreed to try it. I was ecstatic, and we made plans to go to the theater the next day. The forecast was for a cold, rainy afternoon, and from experience I knew that this would ensure a good crowd of horny moviegoers.

The next day, as we were getting ready to go, Jill asked me what she should wear. “How about a short wraparound skirt and tank top?” I suggested. “And no bra, darling, okay?”

“You are a horny bastard, aren’t you, Robert?” Jill laughed. “And luckily for you, you’re married to a wife as nasty as yourself!”

When we entered the theater, we walked halfway down the aisle before we realized that it was too dark to see anything. All around us we could hear the sounds of men stroking themselves, and on the screen a beautiful brunette was allowing two men to make love to her at once, one in her cunt and one in her mouth.

“Oh, Robert, just seeing that makes me wet,” Jill said, loud enough to be heard in the rows nearest us. I knew that the men around us were all hoping and praying that Jill would sit near them. As our eyes became accustomed to the darkness, Jill moved into an aisle, leaning over to feel whether the seats were vacant or not. I heard a strangled moan, followed by Jill’s “Oh! Excuse me!” as she sat down.

“What happened?” I asked.

“I think I accidentally interrupted something,” she whispered, giggling. Apparently, when she had reached down she discovered a bare cock with a fist around it, both of which belonged to the man she was now sitting beside.

We settled back to watch the movie, and I heard the expected flurry of men moving quickly to sit behind and in front of Jill. The code in these adult theaters is similar to that in a men’s room. One rarely speaks to another patron. Instead, contact is visual, and sometimes physical. Gazes ask and answer unspoken questions. A stare says, “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine” or “May I sit next to you?” Sometimes a hand slowly grasps a neighboring thigh or cock, generally with a silent, reciprocating gesture by way of reply. Mutual orgasms are achieved without a word ever being spoken.

I wondered whether it would work the same way with Jill. Clearly she was excited, and, just as clearly, so was the man next to her. When we first sat down, he covered himself with his shirttail, but as Jill became more excited, her wraparound skirt began to fall open. Casually she reached down and opened it further, allowing the man next to her and the men in front of us to catch glimpses of her panties.

“Oh, darling, I’m so fucking wet,” she whispered to me. “I think he’s moving his hand on his cock again. Should I encourage him? Would you like to watch him touching me?”

“Yes,” I whispered, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. I took out my already erect cock, reached into my pocket, got out a small jar of Vaseline, coated my fingers and began masturbating.

“Oh, Robert,” Jill moaned, opening her skirt completely and spreading her legs, allowing the men around us to see her crotch. “Oh yes,” she hissed, openly rubbing her cunt for her horny audience.

“Fuck,” the man next to her gasped and exposed his hard cock and his hand sliding up and down it in time with the movements of Jill’s fingers.

I felt the warm breath of the man behind me and turned to see him leaning forward, looking over Jill’s shoulder and watching her masturbate. When he realized I was staring at him, he quickly sat back in his seat.

“Touch her,” I whispered. He looked up. “Touch her. Reach inside her blouse and fondle her,” I said in a trembling voice. I was so hot my teeth were chattering, and I knew that I would come several times that afternoon.

Quickly the man reached down and began squeezing Jill’s tits. Jill moaned and allowed the guy next to her to place a tentative hand on the bare flesh of her thigh. When she didn’t try to stop him, he moved his hand higher, until his fingers touched hers. With a groan, she lifted herself up off the seat and wiggled out of her panties, allowing him to see and feel her baby smooth bare cunt. The juices from it were smeared over her lips, and he immediately inserted two fingers in her. When I saw that, I began spurting come instantly, fighting to keep my eyes open as waves of pleasure racked my body.

Jill saw me coming and came again herself while she let the man next to her and the guy behind her do whatever they wished. I watched as the man next to her took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his pulsating cock. She turned her gaze on me, silently asking me whether it was okay. I smiled and nodded my approval. I was amazed that my cock hadn’t softened even though I’d come. I knew I could come again if Jill kept up her erotic activities.

Our eyes met as she stroked the hard cock beside her to the rhythm of the fingering she was receiving from the guy she was jerking off. The men in front of us were now staring openly at Jill as they masturbated. All around us the sounds and smells of sex pervaded our senses, driving both of us mad with desire. I couldn’t believe my yuppie, country club wife was sitting there practically nude and allowing strange men to fondle her and use her for their sexual excitement. And enjoying every minute of it.

The guy Jill was masturbating came, then quickly got up and left. Immediately one of the men sitting behind us climbed over the seat to replace him. As soon as he sat down, he took out his hard cock and pointed it at Jill, lifting himself off the seat slightly, urging her to touch it.

Jill looked at me, trembled slightly, leaned over and kissed me, and asked me whether I would mind. “Of course not, ” I replied, returning her kiss and momentarily fondling her beautiful breasts.

“Thank you for this day, my darling,” she sighed and sat back in her seat next to her new admirer. He reached for her thigh, and as she had done with the previous man, she allowed him to touch her wet pussy. With a sigh she leaned toward him and encircled his cock with her hand.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” he moaned, pumping up and down between her fingers as he gently rubbed her clit.

After what seemed like an eternity but was really only a few moments, we were all coming again, together. Other men had moved in behind Jill and were touching her breasts, and two of the men in front of her were leaning over the backs of their seats to squeeze her thighs and tits also. When she came, she cried out so forcefully that I thought everyone in the entire theater would hear her.

“Had enough for today?” I asked her.

“Yes. For today,” she replied, and we quickly straightened our clothes and left. When we got home we took a long, steaming jacuzzi bath together and discussed what we had done. Are we headed for trouble? Will our marriage be able to survive this kind of adventurous sexual activity? We believe so and plan to pursue our public sex hankering wherever it may lead us. We take as many precautions as we can, always insisting on the use of a condom when Jill has sex with other men.

I truly enjoy watching my wife making love to others while I masturbate. I’ve even occasionally had fantasies about some of the men she’s seduced, but so far that’s all they are: just fantasies. I’ve discussed it with Jill, and I’ve also asked whether she has ever thought about having a scene with another woman. Although she seemed excited, we’re both very content to continue with our activities with other men on our occasional fun filled trips to the movies.

Fantastic Plastic Lover

Posted on October 28, 2009 by Stacy Valente

My current lover has a thick eight inch erection that fills me so completely, I barely have to move my bottom in order to come. Best of all, his erection maintains itself indefinitely. And when I say “indefinitely,” I mean just that because, at the moment, my lover happens to be an inflatable latex doll.

Now, I don’t want to give the impression that I don’t enjoy sex with real live men, because I certainly do. But when I’m between relationships, as I am now, or when I’m simply feeling especially lewd, I’ve found that intercourse with a doll can be a wonderfully satisfying substitute for the real thing.

The first time I had sex with a mannequin occurred right after my divorce, about four years ago. I was thirty one at the time, and although my marriage ended amicably, I still felt emotionally vulnerable, and I wasn’t quite ready to jump back into the dating scene.

At the same time, doing without intercourse wasn’t a viable option for me. During my eight year marriage, my husband, Cal, and I shared an intensely torrid sex life. I’d become accustomed to getting laid on almost a daily basis and once the marriage fell apart, I faced the daunting prospect of doing without lovemaking for the first time in years.

Purely by chance, a few weeks after my divorce, I was watching an x rated movie on a cable TV channel one night. During the course of the film, one of the actresses performed fellatio on an inflatable doll, then mounted the doll’s prick and began bouncing up and down.

As I watched the girl’s pear shaped breasts jiggling on her chest, my own nipples stiffened in response. Each time she raised and lowered her ass, I could clearly see the doll’s pink erection plunging into her vagina. The sight was so irresistibly sexy that I lifted the hem of my nightie, then wiggled two fingers in my pussy until I convulsed in orgasm.

The very next day, I went to an erotic boutique in midtown Manhattan and bought myself an inflatable doll. When I got back to my apartment, I took the deflated doll out of its box and examined it closely for the first time. The face was hopelessly silly a kind of cartoon face, with stringy blond hair and an open, red mouth. But dangling from the crotch there was a beautifully erect cock made of firm, flexible rubber.

After slipping off my heels and undoing my blouse and skirt, I hurried into the bedroom and arranged the doll on the bed. Even though I was alone, I felt shy and embarrassed, so much so that I could feel myself blushing. At the same time, I was breathlessly excited. I hadn’t been laid in over two months, and I was dying to straddle the doll’s big cock, then sink down onto it until I was completely filled.

When I finished undressing, I took my bicycle pump out of the closet and spent the next few minutes inflating the latex figure. As the limbs and torso swelled and straightened out, I could hardly contain myself. My nipples had gone erect, and beads of honey glittered in my pubic hair. Bent over the pump, naked, with my heavy breasts bobbing each time I worked the lever, I became hotter by the moment.

Once I had the doll inflated, its huge pink dick stood straight up. Mimicking the girl I’d seen in the porn film, I crouched on the bed and began mouthing the rubber prick. It was considerably larger than my ex husband’s penis, and it took an effort of will to get most of it down my throat. Perhaps because I was focused so intently on what I was doing, the act of fellatio took on a curious reality, and by the time I finished blowing the doll, I’d begun to relate to it with real sexual desire.

When I finally took the doll’s prick out of my mouth, the shaft was glistening with saliva and lipstick. In the dimly lit room, the rubber penis looked very nearly real. Not wanting to destroy the illusion, I closed my eyes and straddled the big erection.

As I lowered my ass, the head parted my pussy lips and then burrowed deep inside me. I could feel the walls of my vagina stretching to accommodate the thick tool and the sensation of being penetrated, all the way to the opening of my womb, was so wonderfully delicious that I let out a little whine of pleasure. Once I was firmly mounted, I grabbed my tits and then rotated my ass in lazy circles.

Within a few moments, I picked up speed and began riding the cock with abandon. I was working hard now, eagerly bouncing up and down, with my lips parted and sweat trickling between my breasts. When I released my tits, they immediately went into violent motion. The room was silent except for my heavy breathing and the insinuating squeak of the bedsprings. Those sounds and the rhythmic slapping of my flailing breasts were so evocative of past sexual scenes that my orgasm suddenly overpowered me. Groaning with lust, I impaled myself one last time, then toppled forward onto my plastic lover as my belly melted.

The next few weeks I had intercourse with the doll almost every night. I was working as a fashion consultant at the time, and when I got home from the office at night, I’d fix myself a drink and then wander into the bedroom and work off the day’s tensions with the doll.

The fact that I was getting laid again, albeit by a latex mannequin, renewed my sense of vitality. I felt naughty, wicked, even a bit depraved but I also felt sexually alive and desirable, all of which made it much easier to begin dating again. And once I got back into the social swing, I relegated the doll to my closet and more or less forgot about it.

Before long I found myself involved with a young man named Jake. Dark haired and scruffily handsome, he was nearly ten years younger than I, and his boyish enthusiasm was just the thing I needed at the time. Neither one of us was seriously in love, but our relationship was full of affection and fun and sexually, we were perfectly in harmony.

Despite his bohemian pretensions, Jake was much less experienced than I was. His eagerness during lovemaking was both refreshing and flattering, and I loved playing the seductive woman of the world with him. I’d tease him with my mouth and hands, slowly licking his balls, his nipples, until he desperately mounted me and brought me off with the sheer urgency of his need.

Our affair continued at white heat level for a few months, then gradually burned itself out. Though the sex we shared was wonderful, it wasn’t enough to sustain us long term, and we both realized that it was time to move on. But rather than sit around waiting for Prince Charming to appear, I once again resumed my relationship with the inflatable doll. I know that that may sound like an odd way of putting it, but when I began fucking the doll again, the experience was so comfortable and familiar that it felt completely natural very much as if I were returning to the arms of a former lover.

I’d long since lost any sense of self consciousness about what I was doing. Not that I advertised my secret sex life, of course but in the privacy of my bedroom, the fact that I was making love with a mannequin no longer seemed shocking or beyond the pale. And as would’ve been the case with any other partner, my lovemaking became more adept and skillful the more frequently I had relations.

In fact, after Jake and I drifted apart, I really began to explore the doll’s erotic potential. With a little practice, I was able to simulate mutual oral sex and bring myself off in a sixty nine position. Curled on my side, I’d tuck the doll’s robbery mouth against my vagina, then take hold of its penis and suck on the shaft. To come, all I had to do was tighten and relax my thighs and thus press the doll’s mouth against my sex until my pussy throbbed and contracted.

When I had intercourse, I usually mounted the mannequin in the woman superior position but now and then, just to spice things up, I got it on with the doll in other ways. One night, for instance, I came home from work in a bitchy, irritable mood. I knew I was about to get my period, and my premenstrual horniness had me so impatient that I took the doll standing up, without getting fully undressed.

After propping the latex figure up against the wall in a corner of the room, I slipped off my panties and hiked up my skirt. Standing on my tiptoes, I was able to work the head of the rubber prick into my slit. When I started grinding my pelvis, the doll’s erection gradually tunneled deep into my cunt.

Within moments, I was thrusting so forcefully that my tits were bouncing around inside my dress. One and then both of my breasts jiggled their way out of my brassiere, exciting me even further. When I glanced over at the mirror at the back of my dressing table, I could see the white globes of my ass clenching each time I humped the doll. Seeing myself in such a state of abandon immediately brought on my orgasm.

Other nights, when I was in the mood to be “taken,” I’d lie on my back and place the mannequin between my wide apart legs. With its cockhead resting in the pouch of my cunt, I’d reach and pull the doll’s ass against me, driving the thick penis into my vagina. Once I was completely filled up, I’d wrap my arms and legs around my lover and then thrust again and again until waves of pleasure scalded my belly.

And then there was the time I experienced the special thrill of anal sex. It was a sweltering summer night, and I’d just come home from a not very fun first date. I was feeling tipsy and vaguely annoyed with myself for having wasted the evening. After I got undressed, I ran a cool bath and then stretched out in the tub. My full breasts were floating in the soapy water, and as I squinted down through my cleavage at my pussy, I decided to masturbate.

Eyes closed, already half asleep, I reached down and stroked the shaft of my clitoris. As I became erect, a series of erotic memories drifted through my mind. After a while I found myself thinking about the first and only time I’ve ever been fucked in the ass.

This was years before I was married, back when I was still in college. My partner on that long ago night was a bearded young graduate student I’d been sleeping with for about a month. He usually fucked me from behind, and on this particular night, when he took hold of my hips and mounted me, I impulsively grabbed his cock and placed his swollen glans against my anus. I was too shy to tell him what I wanted, but the picture was clear enough. As I lowered myself onto my elbows, he gently pushed forward. His shaft was already slick with my saliva, and I was so receptive to him that his hard penis slipped deep inside my rectum.

As I replayed this memory in my mind, I turned slightly in the tub and began teasing my anus with one of my nails. By degrees, my fingertip and then my entire finger slipped into my asshole and stroked in and out. I was suddenly in a fever of lust and, just as suddenly, it occurred to me that I might be able to satisfy myself anally with my latex lover. The idea excited me so much that my asshole tightened around my finger and I nearly came right then and there.

Instead of giving myself an immediate orgasm, I stepped out of the tub and quickly dried myself, then hurried into the bedroom. After placing the mannequin on the bed, I took a condom out of my purse and tore open the foil wrapper. My heart was hammering with anticipation, and I had to force myself to calm down in order to unroll the slippery condom onto the doll’s pink shaft.

Once the huge cock was covered with a lubricated sheath, it looked even more real, and more imposing. I felt a twinge of anxiety when I looked at the size of the tool. For all intents and purposes, my ass was still virgin, and I wasn’t remotely sure I’d be able to accommodate the doll’s penis anally. As an added precaution, I greased up the mannequin’s hard on with Vaseline, then fingered my anus to open myself up.

When I mounted the doll, I positioned its big cockhead directly against my asshole. I was so much in heat that at first I thought all I’d have to do would be to lower my hips, and I’d be impaled. But the moment the doll’s prick began pushing against my anus, I tensed up and my sphincter puckered closed.

I felt sweat break out on my forehead. I bit my lip in impatience and then took a deep breath and tried to make myself relax. Once again I lowered my hips, and then again, then still another time. Finally I had the knob of the rubber tool firmly inside my anus. My asshole tightened one last time, and then refusal turned to acceptance, and with wonderful ease I settled slowly onto my haunches and let the big prick run between my asscheeks and into my body.

Balanced on my toes, with my anus stretched wide and the muscles of my thighs trembling, I slowly moved up and down on the greasy tool. With each in stroke, I could feel the doll’s cock going deeper. The pressure of the dildo in my ass translated itself through the walls of my empty vagina. I was almost but not quite in pain, with a kind of sweet ache pulsating in my behind, and my pussy glowing in sympathy.

A huge climax gathered force inside me. The stuffed sensation in my rump made me breathy with panic, and then little tremors of pre orgasm rippled across my belly. As I started coming, my anus contracted powerfully around the doll’s cock, magnifying my orgasm and bringing on another climax before I could catch my breath. This second shock of pleasure made me topple forward, and the slippery rubber prick slid out of my rectum and left me ravished and spent.

Why pretend that the doll fulfilled all my sexual and emotional needs? That would be ridiculous. Strictly speaking, when I had sex with the doll, I was simply masturbating. True, it was an especially compelling kind of masturbation but, like anyone else, I still wanted a warm, loving relationship with another person.

At the same time, I couldn’t help but appreciate the doll’s never failing erection. And I was also deeply gratified by the sheer size of its penis. Most men, of course, are about six inches when erect, and almost all the men I’ve had sex with have had more or less average size cocks. But the doll’s big prick allowed me to enjoy the luxury of getting laid by an extremely well hung partner whenever I felt like it.

Both these factors the mannequin’s permanent hard on and the size of its penis proved to be especially important when I had my next serious affair. The man I became involved with was a lawyer named Allen. In his late forties, with salt and pepper hair and a trim, elegant figure, he was as worldly and sophisticated as Jake had been boyish and naive. We’d known each other for years and had flirted shamelessly whenever we met. One evening, at a posh dinner party, the flirtation caught fire.

I’d worn a slinky black dress that showed off my bosom, and all night long, Allen was more than usually attentive. I was in an expansive mood myself, feeling sexy and pretty, and I responded to his warmth and charm. After the dinner party, we went out dancing and then took a room in a hotel near Central Park.

Allen went down on me with practiced skill, and just when I was about to come, he mounted me and brought me off with a few well timed thrusts. It was all very civilized and graceful, and my climax was nothing to complain about. But something was missing to be honest, I could’ve used more passion and less polish. The same virtues that made Allen such good company his cynical wit, his good manners and poise also made his lovemaking a bit too gentle and refined, at least for my taste.

Still, he was a delightful companion and a superb cunnilinguist, and our affair continued for most of the past year. But even though I have nothing but fond memories of the time we spent together, I doubt we would’ve lasted as long as we did if not for my inflatable doll.

The truth is, there were some nights when Allen’s erection wasn’t reliable and since he has a small, thin penis, I sometimes felt the need to be filled up more completely. On occasions like that, it was a great relief to know that I had another lover standing in reserve.

In a sense, I was engaged in a kind of m nage a trois, though of course Allen didn’t know that there was a third party in our relationship. That third party is still part of my life and continues to give me enormous pleasure. I’m so happy.

AN INFLATABLE DOLL WITH A COCK? DOES IT REALLY WORK? WHY DON’T WE CHECK WITH THE CONTRIBUTOR.

Thank you for your questions about the credibility of my Sex Toys story this gives me the chance to sell the concept. In light of today’s health crisis, I’ve used an inflatable doll anally, with a lubricated condom, in much the same manner as described in the piece. My particular doll is most probably the cheapest one around, and it will easily bear your weight during sex. It has an eight inch rubber dick that’s just as usable as any other dildo.

In terms of looks well, as I briefly stated in the piece, the face is silly and cartoonish looking. However, there are more expensive dolls on the market with bigger cocks and mustaches and slightly less silly faces.

You can’t do much about the latex body except dress the doll in a flannel shirt or whatever, but I didn’t allude to that in my narrative because I didn’t want to over explain things. The better dolls, dressed in clothes, would perhaps look as real as the storefront mannequins in a second rate department store.

As far as your concern about me “hitting bottom” when sitting on a doll goes: Actually, the reverse is true. A fully inflated doll doesn’t give beneath your weight so much as cause you to spring back. The most nagging problem with one of these dolls is its bounciness, rather than its “give,” if you follow me. It’s certainly stable enough to fuck, however. (Two ways to lessen this bounciness: Deflate the doll just slightly or place the doll on the floor rather than on the bed.)

Also, I’ve seen a porn star fellate and then fuck an inflatable doll, although I can’t recall the title of the film. Naturally, her doll looked a helluva lot more handsome than mine! And a few years ago, in New York, I saw a woman have sex with a doll on Al Goldstein’s cable TV show.

Because of censorship restrictions, you couldn’t tell whether she had actually penetrated herself or was simply sitting on the doll. The camera was behind her, and instead of bouncing up and down, she was grinding her hips. In any case, whether or not she was having intercourse, the doll easily supported her weight and remained stable, and if she didn’t have an orgasm, she was certainly excited enough.

Is an inflatable doll with a rubber dick usable in any practical sense? Yes, absolutely. To me, these dolls are sexy precisely because they are a bit weird and kinky, but whether or not a particular woman would want to use one is, of course, another question.

Ms. S.V., Maine

SINGLE GUY GOES ONLINE LOOKING FOR A HOOKUP AND DOUBLES HIS PLEASURE

Posted on October 27, 2009 by The Editors

After three months of blind dates and randomly hitting on women, I decided to brave the online world of social networking sites. A friend recommended AdultFriendFinder.com, saying that it had lots of members and it would offer a good variety of chicks. I was looking for a single girl, but I wound up getting a lot more than I bargained for!

I joined the site and immediately started browsing the profiles, keeping an eye out for blonde babes. I’m not opposed to dating brunettes or redheads, as long as they’re hot, but blondes are my favorites. I clicked from one super sexy girl to another, my dick getting hard as I imagined each of them on all fours, taking my eight inch cock inside her. But then I came across a girl who was stunning she had freckles, sun kissed skin, huge boobs and a beautiful body. The only problem? There was a guy in her photo. They were a couple, swingers who were looking for a man, woman or another couple to share in some naked fun.

I had never before considered a threesome or group sex, but as I kept clicking around the web site, my thoughts kept drifting back to their profile. I couldn’t stop thinking about them.

My mind was filled with questions. Would I get to watch them fuck? Would she do us both at the same time? What would it be like? My dick was rock hard as I pictured her sucking me off while he took her from behind. I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t pursue this opportunity, so I shot off a message. Within twenty minutes, I received a response and a photo of them in the buff.

They looked so hot that I spent the evening exchanging messages with them. Most of the e mails were written by the girl, Jane, but her boyfriend, Steve, would occasionally interject with a line or two to tell me something about her body or how good at sex she was. But she was so gorgeous I didn’t need any more convincing. I was ready to get it on!

We agreed to get together the next night. I didn’t let myself think too much about what was going to happen, although Jane and Steve both boasted about her oral skills. I met the two of them at a bar in a local hotel. We each had a drink as we chatted about what we were looking for, and we all seemed to be on the same page. It was clear where we were headed, so when our glasses were empty, Steve simply said, “Shall we?” Jane nodded happily, and the three of us headed straight to their room.

Once we were in the door, Jane got right down to business, unzipping her dress and stepping out of it to reveal a beautiful body. She was even prettier in person than in her photos. My dick instantly sprang to life, and Steve said, “Help yourself.”

Eager to make the first move, Jane came over to me, placed her hands on my zipper, and asked in a smoky voice, “May I?” I nodded, and she opened my jeans and swallowed my cock. After months of fruitlessly searching for a hot hookup, I was getting head from a gorgeous babe in less than twenty four hours after hitting the web! I could barely believe my good fortune.

She energetically sucked my dick, while Steve unzipped his pants and started stroking his cock. When she heard him moaning, she beckoned him over. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but I was so horny I didn’t care. Turns out, Jane was good at multitasking and was able to swallow me down to the root while also jerking off her guy. I’d wanted to hold off coming until I was in her cunt, but she was so good at giving head that she sucked the cream right out of me, and then finished Steve off, too, swallowing his load right after mine.

Afterward, we ordered pizza, and Jane answered the door naked, shoving a ten dollar tip down the delivery guy’s pants. We ate and chatted, and I discovered that they were very cool people, in addition to being sexy swingers.

Steve was sitting next to Jane, and at one point I could tell that he had his hand on her thigh, and I soon realized that he’d moved it higher. Jane parted her legs and shifted so I could watch what they were doing. She was really enjoying herself and tilted her head back while her husband finger fucked her. With a gesture, Steve indicated that I should join them. I walked over and began playing with her nipples. “Yes!” she cried out, followed by, “Harder.” I leaned down and sucked one pert nub into my mouth, lashing it with my tongue while Steve’s fingers pistoned in and out of her hungry hole.

Jane released wordless exclamations of pleasure as she enjoyed her husband’s touch. “Do you want to taste my wife’s pussy?” Steve asked, pulling his hand away from her crotch. Without hesitation, I got on my knees and ate her cunt while they kissed. I liked hearing their tongues tangling as she writhed against my mouth. I slipped a finger inside her, and then another, stroking them in and out while I sucked her clit. She was soaking wet, and I worked hard to get her on the verge of orgasm. My dick was starting to swell again, and I wanted to fuck her, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. She took care of the problem by moving Steve aside and telling me to get on the floor so she could ride me. When her wet pussy sank down over my hard cock, I was in heaven.

“I want to feel you come,” I told her as she reached behind herself to fondle my sensitive balls.

“Then slap my ass,” she said, so I didn’t hesitate to do just that. I pressed one hand against the small of her back and spanked Jane with the other, feeling her beautiful body respond with each swat of my palm. Soon the unmistakable feeling of an orgasmic pussy surrounded my dick, and I came soon afterward, spurting my load inside her cunt. After that, Jane sucked off Steve with great fanfare, and I had a front row seat to the whole show!

All in all, Steve and Jane were a fabulous introduction to online dating. I still see them sometimes and have also found other couples and single girls for hot hookups. It’s been so fun and easy that I don’t think I’ll ever stop looking online for sexy friends and lovers.

Mr. (Name and address withheld)

LOCKER ROOM FUN FOR WIDE EYED WATCHER WHO YEARNS FOR A TASTE OF THE GOOD LIFE

Posted on October 27, 2009 by The Editors

After working out at my local health club, I decided to soak in the hot tub. I was the only one there, so I relaxed and enjoyed the peace and quiet. After a few minutes, I noticed someone walk by the door and into the bathroom area, of which I had a clear view, being able to see the counter with all the sinks and the mirror behind them.

When the man walked by, the first thing I noticed about him was the huge bulge in his tight white briefs. It was so large that the material was jutting outward from his body, and I admired the outline of his thick shaft. As he turned toward the mirror, I could see he was only semi erect. He immediately reached down and started rubbing his cock through his underwear. In seconds, his cock grew even larger, and the head peeked up above the waistband. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen, even putting the guys in porn movies to shame. My guess was that he was nine or ten inches long, with a thick shaft and huge mushroom shaped head. Next, he spread his legs slightly and started rubbing his cock against the countertop. As he did so, his briefs worked their way down to his balls, which I could see rolling around in the white pouch of fabric between his legs.

I wasn’t sure what to make of all this, but I was surprised to realize that my own cock was rock hard, merely from watching this stranger jerking off. For the next twenty minutes, I was treated to the best masturbatory show of my life. The guy even turned around and sat on the counter at one point and pumped his big dick with both of his hands. Pre come was pouring out of the head as he teased himself and grew even more aroused. The man eventually removed the briefs, turned and rubbed his cock against the counter again. I loved seeing his golf ball sized testicles slapping against the edge of the sink. At times, he would wrap his briefs around his cockhead and jack off, soaking the fabric with his copious pre come.

As the man’s movements grew more frenzied, I could tell he was getting closer to coming. His shaft grew bigger, which I hadn’t thought was possible. Suddenly he groaned, and ropes of come shot across the mirror as he humped the countertop. He quickly grabbed his briefs and wrapped them over the head of his cock to catch the rest of his semen. As he unloaded into them, I replayed in my mind the image of his come shooting out of his cock and splashing the mirror. He came for what seemed like a full minute.

After the show, the man walked back to the lockers and disappeared. I wasn’t sure if he had seen me watching him, but if he had, he didn’t seem to mind. I got out of the hot tub and walked toward the sink area, with my cock achingly hard.

There on the counter sat his come filled briefs. A good part of my sex life included my girlfriend jacking me off into my bikini briefs and having me eat my come out of them, fantasizing that it was another man’s load. Well, here was my chance. When I picked up his briefs, I could not believe how full of come they were! His jism was pooled in the center of the balled up fabric. I slowly lifted them to my mouth and stuck my tongue into the still warm puddle of semen. It tasted even better than I’d imagined so salty and sweet! I lapped up his entire load. It was almost more than I could hold, but I kept it in my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue and savoring his taste. Standing there nude while I rubbed a stranger’s briefs all over my face and I held his come in my mouth was more than I could take. Without even touching my cock, I started shooting my load onto the floor. I swallowed all of his come as I shot mine.

It was an experience I will never forget, especially since showing my girlfriend his briefs and telling her what had happened led to some wild times with her, which I will write in about later.

Mr. Paul W., Bismarck, North Dakota

MY WILD WIFE AND MY GOOD BUDDY WHAT A PERFECT COMBINATION!

Posted on October 27, 2009 by The Editors

This is a story I’ve been dying to confess, but I can’t tell anyone about it. But I love to read Variations and know I can share it with your readers.

My hot little wife and I had been married about ten years when I told her that I’d like to see her fuck another man. At first, Margaret didn’t seem too interested, and I didn’t want to push the issue. But I had a feeling that if she met my friend Craig, she’d love him, so I was eager to get the two of them together. Craig had already told me really hot stories about him screwing a woman while her husband watched, and he knew that I wanted to have a similar experience. It seemed like a match made in heaven, so I made plans for the three of us to meet a bunch of friends at a local bar.

We got together on a Friday night for happy hour. Originally a few other people from my office were going to join us, but when I heard they’d be unable to make it, I had to suppress a cheer. That meant the three of us would be alone! We’d have plenty of time to get acquainted, and since there was no one else in the bar that any of us knew, I was sure that my wife’s inhibitions would quickly fall away and that she’d be more receptive to Craig’s flirtatious advances. He was a charmer, and I’d yet to meet a lady who hadn’t fallen under his spell. I was sure that my wife would be no different.

The drinks were flowing freely, and as we talked, my buddy kept telling me how lucky I was to have such a gorgeous wife. Margaret blushed prettily, and I could tell she was flattered by his compliments. Craig took every opportunity he could to tell her he thought she was hot and to mention how beautiful he thought she was. Things were definitely moving in the right direction.

As the evening went on, Craig moved his chair progressively closer to my wife. She wasn’t annoyed at all, and she’d even begun to flirt back with him. As I watched the two of them interact, my cock throbbed painfully in my pants. I had no idea how the evening was going to end, but my dirty mind was already spinning with a thousand erotic scenarios.

At one point, as I teased my wife about a silly story she had just told, I reached over to put my arm around her waist. I was shocked and delighted to find Craig’s arm already there! His hand was at the small of her back, casually stroking her, and a thrill shot through me and went straight to my cock. I didn’t do or say anything, but both my wife and my friend knew that I was aware of their connection.

The three of us kept drinking, laughing and having fun. I reached under the table and put my hand on Margaret’s knee. She was blushing and a little giddy, and I moved my hand up her leg, slowly stroking her thigh as I worked my way up toward her crotch. When I got there you guessed it I found Craig’s hand already rubbing my wife’s pussy! We all stopped, and I looked at each of them and smiled to let them know that I was more than okay with what was going on between them. I moved my hand away, saying it looked like Craig was already taking care of her. To diffuse any possible tension, I proposed a toast to good friends and good times. It was really trippy: My buddy was rubbing my wife’s pussy in front of me, and we all knew it! It was crazy and exciting all at the same time. I’d dreamt about this moment so many times, and now it was actually happening!

After our toast, Craig suggested we go back to our place for drinks. I looked at Margaret, and she smiled and nodded her head enthusiastically. I was thrilled that my plan seemed to have worked. I couldn’t wait to get the two of them alone!

Margaret rode with me as Craig followed us in his own car. My wife was talking a mile a minute because she knew what was going to happen, and she was really excited. She asked if I was mad at her for letting him rub her pussy in the bar. I told her that it didn’t bother me at all, and that, in fact, it gave me a massive hard on to know that another guy was playing with her cunt. She was so relieved and excited, and she asked me if I was going to let him fuck her, too. I told her that she already knew what I wanted, but she was a big girl and it was all up to her. I didn’t want to pressure her to do anything she wasn’t ready for. I assured her that I wouldn’t be jealous, only totally turned on because I thought she was the sexiest lady alive. In response, Margaret kissed me and told me how much she loved me, and that she couldn’t wait to get home to play.

When we arrived at our house, Margaret was as hot as a kitten on a hot tin roof. The three of us headed into the living room, and once there, my wife just about jumped on my buddy and Frenched him right in front of me. It was hotter than anything I’ve ever seen! My wife unfastened his pants and pulled out his cock as if she was dying for it.

Craig wrapped his arms around my wife, kissing her as she stroked his hard on. As they frantically made out, my wife stripped off her clothes. When she was completely naked, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around him. Craig held on to her ass as she slid her body downward, impaling her hot cunt on his dick. She looked so sexy with her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him while his cock was nestled in her pussy. Craig started lavishing her face and neck with kisses, making Margaret go wild. She started bucking in his arms, working her cunt up and down his pole.

They were so hot for each other. It was amazing to hear my wife moaning and groaning in ecstasy as my friend fucked her. What a thrill it was to watch her get fucked by another guy right in front of me!

As hot as it all was, I insisted that the three of us head to the bedroom so we could get more comfortable. Craig effortlessly carried my petite wife into the room and placed her on the bed on all fours. Then he slammed his hard cock back into her hole, and my wife bucked back against him, eager to be fucked hard. I slipped beneath the two of them, and I was able to lick her pussy while Craig’s dick was sliding in and out of her hole. I swiped my tongue across her puffy clit, venturing downward to occasionally lap at his pistoning cock every time he pulled out of her. It was so sexy to have such a close up view and to taste my wife’s juice on my buddy’s dick as I reached into my pants and started to stroke my own.

Between Craig’s furious thrusting and my tongue action on her clit, Margaret was moaning and coming in no time. But neither of us let up. Craig kept fucking her, and I kept licking her, bringing her to so many orgasms that we lost count. My buddy was quite the stud, but eventually my wife’s pussy was too good to resist. He started thrusting into her harder and faster than ever as Margaret released moans of ecstasy. When he gripped her hips, slammed into her one final time and groaned loudly, I knew he was coming inside my wife. That thought pushed me over the edge, and I came, too, shooting my load into my fist.

I’m not sure who had the most fun that night: my wife, my buddy or me! Meeting for happy hour on Fridays is now a regular ritual for the three of us, and we couldn’t be happier!

Mr. David B., Denver, Colorado

ODE TO JOY PANTY FETISHIST RECALLS HIS FAVORITE COTTON CLAD GIRLS

Posted on October 27, 2009 by The Editors

I’ve read lots of letters and stories about guys who are into panties either on women or on themselves, but in nearly every one of these ribald tales, these guys seemed obsessed with satin, lace and silk but not me. Those are all luxurious fabrics, but they leave me cold. Seriously, nothing gives me greater joy or a bigger thrill than a getting a surreptitious glimpse of a lady’s white cotton undies. There’s something about their sexy simplicity that makes my cock rock hard.

My attraction might stem from the fact that when a woman is wearing fancy lingerie, she’s already in the mood for sex. She’s wearing such frills because she’s in a sensual mood, and she’s planning on showing off. But when a woman is wearing utilitarian undies like a sports bra or plain white panties she’s not thinking about sex. So when I lay eyes on her cotton covered charms, either it’s an illicit moment like catching an upskirt view while riding a bus or because I’ve managed to seduce the pants off of a pretty lady at a moment when she’d least expected to be amorous.

That was the case with my first serious girlfriend in college. After a few pleasant dates, we were starting to get close, but we hadn’t yet had any kind of sex. I had been walking her back to her dorm late one night, when we paused to kiss beneath a large weeping willow. Aside from the chirping of the crickets and the tree’s branches rustling overhead in the evening breeze, there wasn’t a sound to be heard. The area was completely deserted, and I took advantage of our relative privacy. Sandra leaned back against the tree trunk and passionately returned my kisses. We couldn’t head back to her place because her roommate was home for the weekend, so we made do with the situation that had presented itself to us.

Sandra moaned into my mouth as one of my hands stroked her breast through her angora sweater, while the other slipped beneath the hem of her skirt and started working it up her hips. I stroked her thigh as I looked downward and that’s when I saw them: white cotton panties glowing in the light of the full moon. It was almost a magical vision. I dropped to my knees before her and began kissing her cotton clad crotch. Sandra spread her legs slightly and put her hands on my head to steady herself. She groaned as she bucked her hips toward my mouth, seeking more contact with my lips. Our makeout session had gotten her so turned on in such a short time that her panties were already damp, and as I slid the tip of my tongue up to the top of her slit, I could feel the hard nub of her swollen clit nestled within those simple panties.

Clawing at her slender hips, I frantically rubbed my face against her panty covered crotch. The subtle perfume of her pussy had permeated the fabric as her juices completely soaked the panel of her undies. I breathed in deeply, feeling my cock rapidly swelling inside my jeans. I paid careful attention to the sound of her breathing and the passionate little cries that she was uttering. When their pace became more erratic and her hips began to bounce with increasing speed, I knew she was close. I sucked her clit through the thin layer of cotton, pulling it between my lips and teasing it with my tongue. Sandra cried out loudly, the sound of her sweet voice seeming to echo in the night. She clutched my hair tightly, and her petite body shivered with delight as she rode out every last second of her orgasm.

Sandra pulled me up to kiss her. Her hair was disheveled and her clothes askew. In fact, her skirt was banded about her waist and her panties were completely exposed. Sandra quickly unfastened my jeans, exposing my aching hard on to the cool night air. I pushed her back against the tree and ground my stiff cock against her cotton covered pubic mound. The fabric felt smooth and damp, and I humped against her hips, feeling the cotton stroking me and quickly bringing me to the edge of my sanity.

I tangled my fingers in her blonde hair as we kissed and rubbed our bodies against each other. Lapping at her cunt through her beautiful panties had turned me on so much, I knew I couldn’t hold off much longer. Soon I felt that telltale twitch in the base of my cock. I groaned into Sandra’s mouth and felt my dick twitch between us as I shot off all over her undies.

Sandra and I had lots of great sex together after that, but our first encounter remains seared in my memory as one of the hottest episodes of panty sex that I’ve ever had.

My current girlfriend, Abigail, has a huge collection of cotton underwear. In fact, it’s all she wears, which makes her my dream girl. Even on those days when her outfit requires a thong to avoid unslightly panty lines, she’ll reach deep into her drawer and pull out a perfect no frills cotton G string.

Last Saturday morning, I had our apartment all to myself. Abigail had set off to the gym at sunrise to teach a Pilates class. When I finally awoke, I glanced about the room and saw a pair of Abigail’s panties on the floor near the hamper in the corner of the bedroom. Apparently, she’d missed her three point shot that morning before she’d jumped into the shower. I fetched the little panties which were white cotton and adorned with pink polka dots and brought them to my face, inhaling her heady scent that still lingered in the cool fabric. As I enjoyed her personal perfume, I reached into my pajama bottoms and began stroking my cock, which had swollen to maximum capacity simply from the sight of her discarded undies.

I closed my eyes and toyed with the smooth fabric with one hand as I slowly stroked my dick with the other. I fantasized about which panties she had put on that morning after her shower. Did she choose the high waisted, French cut ones or did she slip into a pair of striped boyshorts? I knew I’d have to look the second she entered the door. I pounded my dick furiously as my mind traipsed through her panty drawer and I recalled how she looked in each perfect pair. Those sexy thoughts, combined with the overwhelming loveliness of the panties I was sniffing, sparked my orgasm. I kept jerking myself as my dick spasmed in my fist and I shot my load into my shorts.

Once I came back to my senses, I began to smile. I’ve played quite a few pick up basketball games with Abigail, and she’s a great shot. There’s no way she seriously missed her panty slam dunk. She knew that I was going to wake up solo and horny, and she’d left that little polka dotted present laying within easy reach knowing that I couldn’t resist it. My girl knows me too well, but I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have found a beautiful lady who shares my passion for panties. To thank her, I think I’ll go out and buy her a few more pretty pairs!

Mr. Travis S., Los Angeles, California

BEAUTIFUL BLONDE BIKER TAKES BUSINESSWOMAN FOR ONE HELL OF A RIDE

Posted on October 27, 2009 by The Editors

Under the canopy of the motel entrance sat a Harley Davidson. The person I presumed to be its owner sat next to it on the curb. Both of us were trying to escape the drenching rain, but I at least had a room to escape to until the weather improved. I rolled down my car window and asked if everything was all right and to get a better look at the bike. To my surprise, the driver, who wore full leathers, was a very beautiful woman.

“I’m okay. Just waiting for the rain to let up,” she yelled over the noise of the downpour.

“I’m in room ten if you need anything,” I said to her. She gave me a nod of acknowledgment, so I parked my car and went inside my room.

I’d been traveling all week on business, and I was thankful to have a couple of days without any appointments. After changing out of my wet clothes and drying off a bit, I settled down in my room and finished some paperwork from my last meeting. I had the TV turned to the news, and reports about the storm flashed across the screen. Hearing the pounding of the rain grow even more intense, I peeked outside to check on the biker. She was still out there. I shrugged my shoulders and climbed into bed for a nap. I don’t know how much time passed, but eventually I was awoken by the noise of someone rapping on the door. I peered out the window and saw that it was the biker chick, looking soaked to the skin. I opened the door right away.

“Can I please use your bathroom?” she pleaded. “The desk clerk is a real jerk. He wouldn’t let me use the one in the lobby.”

I handed her a towel to dry herself off and urged her to get out of her wet clothes. I’d already spotted an extra robe in the bathroom and offered it to her. She thanked me and dropped her bags before beginning to peel the wet leathers from her jeans.

“I love to ride, and the leathers are great! But what a pain in the ass it is to go to the bathroom! Men must have invented chaps,” she said, laughing. She emerged from the bathroom a short while later, wearing the oversized robe and toweling her hair. An emergency bulletin about severe thunderstorms was scrolling across the television screen. The storm was massive and wasn’t likely to pass for hours.

“Shit!” the weary traveler announced. “Now what am I going to do? Every motel in town is booked solid.”

“Well, I have an extra bed, and some company would be nice,” I boldly offered. “You can crash here if you want. I’m not paying the bill anyway my boss is!”

I eyed her as she considered my offer. She was about five feet tall and ninety five pounds, with the most beautiful blonde hair I had ever seen. I thought I sensed a little spark in her deep blue eyes when she smiled at me and thanked me for my kindness.

Kendra and I exchanged small talk as she sat on the edge of the bed and combed out her tangled tresses. Before long, we were chatting like old friends. She told me that she was the daughter of a bike mechanic and had been riding all her life. She was doing a backroads tour on her way to check out the West Coast. She regaled me with tales of her trip thus far while we shared a bottle of Jack Daniels she’d pulled out of her bag.

I told her about my job, and I learned that she was a massage therapist. When I revealed that I’d never had a real backrub, she insisted on working me over. After all, she reasoned, it was a way for her to repay me for my generosity.

I was growing increasingly more attracted to this beautiful stranger, and at that moment I couldn’t think of anyone else whose hands I’d rather have all over me.

At Kendra’s direction, I took a warm shower and emerged wearing a robe of my own. I lay facedown on the bed and lowered the robe to expose my back as she pulled a bottle of oil out of her bag. Her massage was blissful. She expertly worked over my travel weary body. As she continued her way down to my toes, I was so totally relaxed that I didn’t even notice that my robe had been completely removed. Not an inch of my body was neglected.

“Roll over,” she said, with a hint of a smile in her voice. “I can’t stop now!” Looking for a little more courage, I hit the whiskey again and took a deep breath. Without another thought, I rolled over and exposed the rest of me. Through heavy lidded eyes, I stared at Kendra, noticing that she, too, had lost her robe. “The sleeves were too long,” she said as she drizzled oil up one leg, circled my patch of pubes and trickled more of the unctious liquid down the other leg. She resumed her massage on the front of me. The strength of her small hands shocked me as they did their thing on my feet and worked their way up my legs. When Kendra reached my thighs, she rubbed my hips and up my sides, adding more oil as needed. My nipples stood at attention as she massaged my breasts and back down my stomach. When she reached my mound, she sensed my tension and quickly reassured me that she knew just how to relax me. Kendra drizzled a stream of oil across my already moist pussy lips, and I moaned.

“I thought so,” she whispered wickedly as her fingers followed the oil. I tried to move my hips to force her to make contact with my clit, but she chided me playfully. “Relax,” she whispered, while she massaged my pussy lips with her skilled fingers. My hands joined hers, playing at the split of my body. Impatient, I spread my lips to expose my button. “Massage this,” I told her and she quickly obliged, bringing me to an orgasm almost immediately with a few deft strokes of her slick fingers. She pinched my clit and rode out the whole orgasm with me, never breaking contact with my quivering flesh. Then she slowly brought me down, only to bring me up again. This time she circled my button with her thumb while her fingers played in my juices. Oh, how I wanted her to fuck me with her fingers! She knew just how to keep me on edge, and she seemed to enjoy teasing me. Kendra waited until I had almost peaked, and then slid two fingers into my hole, again bringing me to the edge. She held her fingers inside me, teasing my most sensitive spot while I reached amazing heights of pleasure.

With her free hand, she reached over for one of mine and brought it to her wet sex. Instinctively, my fingers went to work. She brought her tongue to my clit, and I urged her on top of me so we could engage in a frantic sixty nine. Her nectar was like fine wine, and I greedily drank it up. Following her lead, I pinched her clit as her body quivered, and I savored her honey as she exploded on my tongue. We tongued and finger fucked each other for what felt like hours, with each orgasm blending into the next. Eventually, sleep finally overtook us, and we collapsed in a sticky, satisfied heap.

Hours later, I awoke to a note on my pillow. “The sun is shining gotta ride. Thanks a million.”

I have to say, that was the best business trip I’ve ever had!

Ms. Leanne V., Chicago, Illinois

DOCTOR PRESCRIBES A SPANKING FOR A LOST SUPER BOWL BET

Posted on October 27, 2009 by The Editors

I’m a sales rep at a new condo complex being built in Florida. The complex is only half complete, but some units are currently occupied, so I live there, also serving as the part time manager.

I sold one of the first units to a gorgeous doctor. He lives a couple of doors down from me, and I started to flirt with him at every opportunity. Soon enough, we started to date. As the holidays approached, I expected us to get more intimate unfortunately, we didn’t, and I suspected that he was seeing someone else.

Then a couple of days after Christmas, I was awoken around 1 a.m., and I heard some people talking outside. Hiding behind the ficus tree near my front door, I peeked out and saw my doctor in the embrace of a beautiful brunette with thick tresses of wavy hair spilling down her back to her bodacious butt. I couldn’t help but notice his hands resting on her round asscheeks. He was patting and squeezing them, and then delivering little mock slaps. They parted after what seemed like a very wet kiss, and she turned and walked away, her stilettos clicking loudly on the pavement and her generous bottom sashaying down the sidewalk. I noticed that he lingered by his door, obviously admiring the same “rear view” that I was.

The next day I was furious as I talked to my best girlfriend, Christine. “The competition is on!” she announced. “You’ve got the best ass I know of. Let’s meet at the bikini shop and buy something to show you off.”

“Showing me off” was a bit more revealing than I had bargained for we bought a thong bikini for me, which was a couple of tiny triangles up top, a slightly more generous triangle down below, and a narrow band that traveled up my butt crack. The bikini was white to contrast with my dark hair and complexion. “This is giving me a wedgie!” I complained.

“Good,” Christine replied. “That will push your butt cheeks apart and make them look even rounder than they are.”

The next weekend I was wearing my suit out by the pool and lying on my belly. The round cheeks of my ass were on display: a perfect man trap.

Dr. Right soon joined me at the pool, and we were getting along fabulously again as he kept sneaking glances at my exposed behind. By that point, the Super Bowl was fast approaching, and I found out he was from Pennsylvania and a Steelers fan. He invited me over to his place to watch the game. I joked that I wanted Arizona to win, so we wagered a little bet, with $100 going to the winner.

When Christine heard about our Super Bowl date, she told me, “You need to spice up that bet a little. I want you to propose that instead of money, the payoff should be a sexual favor!”

I liked the idea of raising the stakes, so a couple of days before the game, I left him a message. I proposed that if Arizona won, I’d want him to lick my pussy, and that he should consider what he’d want from me if the Steelers were victorious.

The day before the game, the doctor left me a message. He told me he was excited about our “spicier” bet, and he said that if his team won he wanted to spank me!

As kick off time approached, I grew even more excited. For my outfit, I selected a low cut top and tight micromini that barely covered my ass and dented sexily inward at the cleft of my cheeks. Although I was hopeful that Arizona could pull off a win, the thought of being spanked had my pussy dripping!

When I went to the doctor’s place to watch the game, I was a bit nervous, but he relaxed me with his warm smile and playful banter. We didn’t talk about the bet at all, and I wondered if he had forgotten.

After the game’s thrilling finale, I felt my face flush with embarrassment and excitement. “I guess you lose,” he said, with a broad smile on his face. “Time to pay up.”

I was somewhat startled by his statement, thinking that the silly bet had been forgotten. But seeing his face made my heart race, and suddenly I couldn’t wait for him to spank me. I stood, rolled up my little mini so it was more of a belt around my waist and said, “How do you want me?”

He stared at my exposed cunt, which was bald and smooth, with only a small “V” of hair adorning the front. I thought maybe the sight of my sex would distract him, but he simply cleared his throat and replied, “Over my lap, of course!”

The handsome doctor shifted in his seat on the couch, and I climbed over his lap. Without wasting another second, he grabbed my hips and shifted me so that he could better access the lower portion of my butt cheeks. That’s when I knew I was dealing with a pro.

Lying there, I looked over my shoulder, and the sight of my backside in the air, the two tanned globes of my butt looking even more round than usual, was pretty thrilling. When I realized he had a clear view of my naked cunt, it got me really turned on.

I was still admiring my bottom when I saw his hand go up high and then come crashing down on my right cheek. The loudest crack I had ever heard echoed throughout the room, and I groaned from the impact. His hand lingered on my butt cheek for a moment, stroking my flesh as he seemingly enjoying the heat he’d created.

Then his hand went up again and came crashing down on the left cheek. I moaned at the intense sensation. The second slap was even harder than the first and made my pussy drip. It was clear he wasn’t playing around, and that thrilled me more than anything.

The third slap seemed to be the hardest yet, but it hit already tender ground, and I moaned. I began squirming as I felt the sting from his slaps spreading across my bottom and making me even more aroused. Indeed, my doctor continued swatting me with a slow, forceful rhythm and firmly spanked my entire bottom. After each slap, his hand would linger on my asscheek, lightly massaging me and enjoying my heated ass flesh.

“Good girls don’t show off their bottoms like you did at the pool the other day,” he lectured, “which means you’re a bad girl, so you deserve this spanking.” His words sounded so silly, but they turned me on at the same time. Then I realized that what he’d said was an invitation for more spankings: wear my revealing suit at the pool and get a spanking. I knew right away I’d be spending much more time working on my tan.

When the lecture was over, so was my punishment. I somewhat sheepishly climbed off his lap, not lowering my skirt, and expected sex to be next on the agenda. I rubbed my smarting cheeks, moaning at the pleasant sting. “What a perfectly spanked fanny,” he announced, almost as if commenting on a work of art in a museum.

I turned around, opening my legs slightly to give him a perfect view of my wet cunt, but he wasn’t interested. Instead, he stood up and announced he had to go to work.

Feeling like a thoroughly punished bad girl, I headed home with my tight skirt uncomfortably hugging my tender tush as my empty pussy dripped. As soon as I got home I fingered my clit with one hand and stroked my blushing ass with the other, recalling every second of my sexy spanking. I lost track of how many times I came as I frantically fucked myself.

The next weekend, I was back at the pool and in my bikini. The doctor passed me by, but he didn’t say anything. He merely smiled, but then a couple of days later, I got a phone message from him. He left me an address and said, “It’s an S & M store. I want you go there and pick out a nice paddle for me to use on you. I’ll see you for dinner on Saturday and don’t forget the paddle.”

Ms. Dorothy L., Via E Mail

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Monthly Archives: October 2009

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