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WINDOW TO A WORLD OF ERUPTING PASSIONS

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Something extraordinary happened to me the other day, something so unexpected that I was taken completely by surprise. Even now, as I think back on it, I can feel my heart beginning to beat faster and my pussy getting warm and wet.

I was sitting in my office, leaning back in my chair, with my legs up on my desk. It had been a very rough day. Everyone in my office had left early to go to a retirement party. I was trying to mellow out by watching the sunset over the Golden Gate Bridge. This filled me with a feeling of peace and contentment, and a glow settled over my body. This glow began to center in my crotch, and I realized that the natural beauty and spectacular colors outside my window were causing me to get rather wet.

It was natural for my hand to steal into my panties and begin to caress my cunt gently. My office door was closed, and I wasn’t worried about anyone seeing me through the window, since I’m so high up and there are no buildings directly across from me. I decided to remove my hose and underwear so that my hands could reach every part of me.

The feeling continued to build in my clit from the constant stroking. I used the fingers of one hand to hold myself open and the fingers of the other hand to play with my cunt. I inserted one finger in my asshole and one in my cunt, and with a third I stroked my clit around and around in circles. My hips began to move up and down in my chair, and my eyes were closed as I opened my legs to the sunset.

Just as I was about to come, I opened my eyes so that I would come with the colors of the sunset in my face. To my surprise and shock, there was a man standing on a window washing scaffold outside my window! I was tempted to jump up and run, but then I saw that he had his cock out and was stroking it while he watched me. He was a handsome man with sandy brown hair and striking blue eyes, and I could tell that he worked out. His shirt was open, and he had a smooth, brown chest with rippling muscles that moved slightly as he stroked his cock.

And that cock! How beautiful it was. It looked to be about seven inches long and it was bulging with his excitement. I continued to stroke my clit with my eyes open now to watch him as he stroked his cock, grasping it firmly in his strong hand with an up and down movement. I was torn between looking into his beautiful eyes and watching him jerk his cock, the head of which was smooth and reflected the reds and oranges of the sunset.

My hand in my cunt was becoming soaked with my juices, and I was sure that my clit had doubled in size. I looked at the man on the scaffold, and he licked his lips as he looked at my crotch. Then he stuck his tongue out and moved it around as if it were right on my cunt. He imitated the movement of my fingers with his tongue, and I could tell that he was probably excellent at cunt eating.

I fucked myself harder and harder with my fingers, and he stroked his cock at a furious pace, circling the head with the fingers of his other hand. It was almost as if each of us was waiting for the other to come so we could come together. My fingers stroked the top of my clit and around the sides, up and down, back and forth, and I felt my orgasm starting.

It began in my toes and worked its way up my legs to my cunt. Deep inside my cunt my fingers were stroking, and the waves of pleasure passed through me more and more strongly. My friend in the window began to thrust his pelvis toward me, as if he were fucking me deeply. His cock looked so hard and enticing, I wished it were inside me.

His movements became jerky and I could tell he was ready to come. I looked into his eyes and mouthed the words “Fuck me,” and he smiled faintly. My eyes returned to his cock just as it began to spurt come. My orgasm took over and I came and came, writhing in my chair for what seemed like minutes while I watched his come splashed against the window. I couldn’t believe how much come was flying out of his cock.

Closing my eyes, I savored the afterglow of this super intense orgasm, and when I opened them, my friend was gone. I pushed myself up out of my chair and, on rubbery legs, went to the window. There he was, washing the windows of the office directly below mine. I went back to my chair and fell into it, sighing deeply.

I really don’t want to know his name, or anything about him, for that matter. But I do hope he returns soon so that we can put on another show for each other. Oh, I do, I do.

Ms. (Name and address withheld)

She’s a great cocksucker! She will bring me to the edge of coming and then slow down, keeping me in seventh heaven for a long time.

GOLF COURSE SHOWSTOPPER DRIVES ‘EM WILD

My twenty seven year old girlfriend, Vicky, is an exhibitionist. Tall, blonde and thin, she’s a real head turner. Her breasts are her best assets, although her legs and ass really turn me on. As we live in a warm climate, we try to keep in good physical shape. We work out at our country club and play golf together there. This is where Vicky puts on her shows.

On Thursday evenings, we go to the driving range to practice. What an ideal place for a real thrill. Vicky will bend over sixty times just to tee up the ball! She gets ready for show time by wearing a short shirt and a miniskirt with sheer panties. We hop in my car and Vicky warms us both up by sucking my cock on the drive over to the practice range.

She’s a great cocksucker! She will bring me to the edge of coming and then slow down, keeping me in seventh heaven for a long time. Vicky is usually splayed across the front seat with her legs spread wide as I play with her pussy. When a passing trucker sees what’s going on in my car, Vicky gets even hotter.

We arrive at the driving range hot and horny. My girl starts her show by taking a few practice swings. Every time she begins her backswing, the lower halves of her tits are exposed. When she finishes her follow through, the shirt pulls up to her nipples.

Now she has to tee up. She bends over from the waist so that her skirt rides up her ass, showing her sheer panties. If the show is going well, Vicky will go to the rest room and remove her panties. This really excites Vicky’s admirers. By the time we are done hitting balls, Vicky has attracted a crowd of ten to fifteen guys with bulges in their pants. Finally it’s sauna and whirlpool time. Vicky changes into a tiny bikini that barely covers her nipples. The sides and bottoms of her tits are exposed. The bikini bottom consists of two small triangles. We have talked about removing the swimsuit lining for Vicky’s next sauna show.

My girl certainly knows how to please and tease men. She teases other men, and then we go home and she pleases me.

Mr. G.H., Florida

MIDNIGHT BLOWJOB LIVENS UP THE GRAVEYARD SHIFT

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I work as a data processor for a small company here in the suburbs. It’s not a terribly taxing job you just have to know the procedures for changing data packs, running tapes and reestablishing links. What I like best about it is that I work the overnight shift I get in at eleven at night, and for several hours I am the only person in the entire building. The solitude is great.

There are large stretches of downtime while I’m on duty. I just have to keep my eye on the computer screens in case there’s a breakdown. During this time I read a great deal. Every time I get a new copy of Variations, I read it at my little command station. Sometimes the letters get me so hot that I have to take matters into my own hand and jerk off right there.

That was the situation last night. I was reading along and getting quite a hard on. I undid my pants and pulled them down, my cock springing to freedom. I grasped my hardness firmly in my right hand, as my left hand was holding the magazine, and set to stroking.

I was lost in sexual bliss when I sensed someone watching me. I looked up to see that it was Liz. What a sight I must have made: my pants around my ankles, Variations in one hand and my beet red cock in the other. In my haste to cover up and put things back to normal, I nearly fell out of my chair. Liz chuckled and told me to take it easy.

I should tell you that Liz is a computer programmer at the company and one of the women I think about when I masturbate. More than once she has stalked my erotic dreams. She has the type of body that Renaissance sculptors would have loved to use for a model large, round breasts, a narrow waist, gently curving hips, and legs that look right at home in leather pants and high heeled boots.

I stammered out something like “What are you doing here!” as I attempted to zip up my pants without hurting my dick.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to put in some extra work. I’m sorry I interrupted.” She was smiling, her green eyes twinkling.

“I’m sorry you had to see this,” I said, trying to calm down. “I hope you’ll forget about it.”

“I’m not sorry at all,” Liz said, walking toward me with a gait that had my unsatisfied cock roaring once more. “And I won’t be forgetting this for a while.” She put her hands on my thighs and unzipped my pants, returning my neglected hard on to the light. She knelt down and began to caress my cock with a feather light touch, gently scratching the head with her fingernails, her palm sensuously rubbing the shaft.

I was nearly apoplectic in my amazement. Here was my fantasy girl on her knees before me, my cock in her hands. But it didn’t stay in her hands for long. She flipped back her long, raven black tresses with a toss of her head and lowered her mouth onto my erection. My natural inclination was to lean back and close my eyes, but I fought it, wanting to watch.

I carefully observed her lightly freckled face as it rose and fell above my cock. Her tongue danced on my foreskin, her nimble fingers fondled my swollen balls. Soft sounds of desire emanated from her. I was making noises of my own, groaning my approval, gently murmuring her name.

Presently she stopped and rubbed my cock over her face, looking me in the eye. “Such a lovely piece you have,” she whispered seductively. Liz held my cock straight up and took a few long licks up the length of the shaft, as if it were a popsicle. Then she lowered her face down near my sac and munched a bit on my balls while she lazily pumped my shaft. I reached out and ran my fingers through her silky hair. As my cockhead skinned itself, I thought, this is as good as life gets.

Just before Liz resumed sucking me, she said, “When you’re ready to come, I want to swallow it. Come is brain food, you know.” She giggled. I nodded affirmatively, and her lips once again encased my throbbing organ. She fellated me vigorously, Her left hand crawled across my stomach, teasingly skimming across my trembling flesh. One finger of her other hand slipped into my asshole, rotating and wiggling, sending skyrockets bursting in my head.

I came shortly thereafter, my semen spurting into her mouth with the velocity of a fighter jet, squirt after squirt, more than I’d ever shot before. Once I had subsided, she held my cock in her soft, hot mouth, and in the quiet of the computer room, I could hear the barely audible sounds of her swallowing. Then she removed my cock from her mouth with a small “pop” and looked up at me, smiling broadly, semen coating her lips.

Liz stood up and wiped the sweat from her brow. “Wow,” she said, “that was great. But I’ve got some work to do, so I’ll see you later.” She walked away but stopped at the door. “But keep a vigilant eye I may stop by unexpectedly again sometime.”

Mr. D.B., New Jersey

FEAST OR FAMINE FOR TRAVELING SALESMAN’S WIFE

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The other day in the supermarket, I overheard one woman say to another, “I like to have something in my mouth all the time,” and I smiled inwardly. She had just given up cigarettes, she explained, and gum or hard candy helped quiet her nerves. I was tempted to sidle over to her and suggest something far more enjoyable to put in her mouth like a big, fat, juicy cock.

It seems I’ve always had this great desire to take a cock in my mouth and suck on it to my heart’s content. In college, I developed something of a reputation, the word spreading quickly around campus that Diane not only gave great head, but you didn’t even have to talk her into it. And she swallowed it! Which was pretty much the case, for just the sight of a nice bulge in my date’s pants was enough to start me salivating.

Today, happily married to a great guy, I’m a one cock woman. Stan treats me so fine, in bed and out of it, that not for a moment have I thought of an affair. He loves fucking me, of course, but what thrills him the most is when I give him one of my super slutty blowjobs, bringing him to the edge of ejaculation and backing off again and again until, finally, I let all that delicious cream gush into my mouth. And as there’s nothing I like better than blowing him, you could say ours is a match made in heaven.

The only problem is that Stan is on the road so much. Traveling salesmen travel, I know, and I certainly appreciate the comfortable life his success has given us, but boy, for a woman like me it’s no fun not having a hot, throbbing cock to lick and suck for days, sometimes weeks, at a time.

Compensating, at least somewhat, is the dildo I use when I masturbate in Stan’s absence. A dildo is a poor substitute for a warm, blood engorged cock, but I like to suck on it while I finger my clit and play with my nipples. I pretend it’s my husband’s cock I have in my mouth. He’s straddling my chest and slowly, teasingly, feeding me his wonderful meat, or running the plump head over my lips, or playfully swatting my chin with it. My head jerks up off the pillow as I lunge in desperation for what I need, what I crave, and I savor the moment that the slippery shaft glides over my tongue, the knobby head bumping the back of my throat.

Although I have a good imagination, especially when I’m seconds from coming, the pleasure I derive from my dildo falls short of that which I derive from the real thing. How I do love to suck on my man’s cock! Even after eight years of marriage, I can still surprise him with my appetite for fellatio. When the urge strikes, there’s just no stopping me.

For example, Stan took me out to dinner for my birthday last week, and while I was enjoying dessert, a scrumptious clair, I got this hunger for a treat of a different kind. Stan saw the wicked gleam in my eye and gave me a look that said, “Don’t you dare.” Naturally, I ignored him and, at the appropriate moment, slithered down under the table. All but concealed by the large tablecloth, I unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and plunked it into my mouth. My husband let out a soft moan, and I knew he was looking all around as I started sucking him. This kind of public sex always makes him nervous, but he has yet to admonish me when it’s all over.

Anyway, I continued sucking on his cock, pausing occasionally to swab his balls with my tongue, as he sat back in his chair and camouflaged moans of pleasure with coughing sounds. Soon enough I had my second dessert when Stan flooded my mouth with creamy semen. I gulped it all down, stuffed his dwindling member back in his pants, zipped him up and then slithered out from under the table to sit with a happy smile across from him. “Another dessert?” he asked. “I couldn’t eat another thing,” I said with a smile. “That’ll be the day,” my husband said.

It’s fun sucking my husband off when we’re out in the car, too. We like to go for long rides in the country on the weekends, and it’s not always easy to find a rest room when you need one. So Stan, telling me he has to take a leak, will pull off the road and scurry into the bushes. Naturally, I’m right behind him, and as soon as he’s answered nature’s call I’m on my knees and sucking him answering, if you will, my own call of nature. I also get a kick out of blowing my husband while he’s driving, although we do this only when we’re on a stretch of road with little traffic.

Once I went down on him in a public phone booth late at night. Our car had broken down on a major thoroughfare, and as he phoned for help, I wriggled down to my knees and did what I do best. Cars were whizzing by, their high beams illuminating us for seconds at a time, and that made me feel all the more wanton. I drew it out, making the pleasure last until Stan informed me that he thought he saw a tow truck in the distance. At that I deep throated him, and seconds later I was swallowing rapidly.

While quickie blowjobs in public are certainly fun and pleasurable, nothing beats fellating my man at home. I’ve blown Stan in every room in the house, as well as in the attic and the basement. But it’s in the bedroom that I have my most satisfying sessions.

I love to stretch out across the bed with my head hanging over one side and have Stan, who’s standing over me and straddling my head, feed me his delicious cock. In this upside down position, I can easily take him clear down my throat, until my nose is pressing into his furry balls. With one hand I’ll caress my pussy or play with my nipples, while the other hand strokes his fine ass.

Sometimes Stan will straddle my chest and then tease me by running his cock all over my face but keeping it away from my hungry mouth. I’ll try swiping at it with my tongue, but he’ll pull it away. He’ll keep this up until I’m begging for his cock in my mouth. Then, telling me to open wide, he’ll give me what I crave and let me suck to my heart’s content.

We also do what I call a “walking sixty nine,” in which Stan, who is a big, strong guy, carries me around the bedroom upside down with my legs scissoring his head while he munches on my pussy. Down below, I’ve got a mouthful of cock to keep me happy.

Actually, though, it really doesn’t matter what position I’m in when I’m fellating my husband, or where I’m doing it. The important thing is having his cock in my mouth, sucking on it and all the time savoring the thought that eventually I will be rewarded with the greatest gift a woman like me can receive a great big mouthful of warm, creamy come. I only wish my husband worked at home.

Ms. O.M., Kansas

SUPER SEXY PANTIES SURPRISE AND DELIGHT CUNNILINGUS LOVER

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My girlfriend and I are very happy. We enjoy a healthy sexual relationship and explore various forms of loving which enable us to maintain a certain joie de vivre. But I have to tell you there’s nothing I like better than loving my lady’s pussy. She has a plump, pouting little cunt with lots of dark brown curls spilling down her legs and up her belly. I’ve seen pictures of women who shave their pubic hair into various styles of punk do’s you know, those clever designs that pare the pubic area down to a tight focus but I appreciate a natural looking pussy with plenty of disarray. My lady keeps the hair on her head short and boyish, but her cunt is wild and crazy.

Some people say that if you look at a woman’s lips the ones on her face you can get an idea of what her pussy looks like. Let’s say a woman has thin, terse little lips: Then her cunt will probably be small and tight. Or say a woman has thick, round and full lips and a habit of pouting them expressively when she is feeling an intense emotion: This woman will probably have the sexiest inner lips you have ever seen or tasted. My lady has nice full lips on her face and a cunt to match.

Ann likes to entice me with various little outfits she orders from catalogues. She will surprise me on a special occasion with some frilly thing that makes my cock go hard just looking at her. Last Thanksgiving, we went away to the country for a few days, and the first night we were there, she wore these red panties with a window around her clit and lacy trim that barely contained all her hair, which peeked out from underneath. I didn’t know she was wearing something under her jeans usually she doesn’t bother with any underwear at all. She says it makes her feel all bound up.

So anyway, there we were in the woods, wearing old jeans and flannel shirts, and all day she had on these sexy panties she hadn’t told me about. After dinner we were in front of the fire, beginning to neck and get a little hot. I unbuttoned the fly of her jeans and slipped my hand down around her cunt, sliding my fingers down her smooth, silky belly. Suddenly I felt lace where I expected her hair to be. Ann squirmed under my hand, rubbing herself against my palm.

I didn’t say anything, but my cock began to rebel inside my pants. Ann nudged my hand, trying to get my fingers inside the window of her panties. I teased her, running my middle finger along the rim of the window, toying with the curls there. When Ann began to rub against me in a more deliberate fashion, I eased my hand out of her jeans and pulled them off her.

In the flickering firelight, I saw for the first time her panties with the window framing her pouting lips. I got down on my knees in front of her and opened her legs. Ann’s lips parted and I saw their moist inner lining, pink and sticky with arousal. With her hand she brought my mouth to her cunt. I love rubbing my face against her I press into the dark, rich jungle, breathing in her scent, smearing her juices on my face until she trembles with joy. My tongue found the opening in her panties and parted her lips, plunging deeper and deeper into her moist canal.

The taste of her was sweet and mild. I burrowed deeper into her dark mist, urging her to press her body tight against me. Her panties were wet from her arousal. With my teeth, I pulled one side of her panties down, then the other, until, inch by inch, I had maneuvered them down to her knees. Then she easily kicked them away. I reached down to my own fly, undid the buttons and brought my cock out in my hand. I stroked it a couple of times, then knelt back down in front of Ann.

She was pulling my shoulders toward her again and spreading her legs open in front of the fire. I could see her swollen clit, which was crimson with the flush of desire. I kissed her gently where the flesh protruded from its protection, sucking the small knob until it grew larger in my mouth. Ann squeezed me with her knees and ran one bare foot down the length of my back, her toes digging into the backs of my legs. She nagged and tugged until I gave in to her complaint. I stripped completely nude below the waist.

I took her clit between my lips and nibbled it until she was squirming with pleasure. Sucking her with the rhythm most attuned to her need, I brought her easily to a first orgasm. She held me tightly with her legs and rocked her cunt into my face, rubbing aggressively against my mouth until she cried out in a broken voice. My tongue dug into her canal and spread her lips wide enough for me to bury myself completely.

After we collapsed on the sofa, my cock still wagged plaintively in the air. I had eaten Ann to an orgasm, but I was still hard and unsatisfied. Ann stroked me in a lazy fashion, casually fondling the length of my erection. She pushed me back against the sofa and took me in her mouth teasingly, then pulled me out of her. I reached for her and pressed her against my cock. She ran her tongue down my shaft until she reached the curly hair on my belly. My balls were tight against my body, hard and full of tension.

Ann nibbled her way around the bottom of my cock, running her tongue along the seam of my balls until her attention wandered back to my dick. I was creaming all over the place my emission spilled over the head of my penis, making it dark and glossy in the firelight. Ann licked the tip of my cock with an affection only real lovers can share with one another. We were making love. We weren’t fucking, but we were tasting and exploring one another’s body with a fascination as genuine as it had been the wonderful first time we slept together.

When Ann sensed I was ready to come, she drew my entire length into her mouth and began to suck me with the rhythm she understood was mine. As she held me in the soft, warm enclosure of her mouth, a warm rush flowed through me. I could see the ejaculate stream down the side of my cock. I pumped and pumped until my juices were spent.

Ann held me in her mouth until everything was gone. She kissed my semen soaked belly until I brought her up to my face. We shared a long, deep kiss and settled in for the rest of the evening.

Mr. K.F, Connecticut

BLISSFUL MOMENTS, SWEET MEMORIES

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Visiting my old dorm room last week on Homecoming Weekend sent me reeling with such a rush of memories of college. Although I’ve never considered myself gay, I guess the person who really introduced me to sex was my little sylph of a roommate the last two years, Chloe. Lonely weekend nights would find us slow dancing in our room. We kissed and fondled each other into a horny frenzy. When we slumped on the bed, our horniness dissolved into a deep yearning for each other.

The memories have remained so vivid and urgent over the years as I relive the deliciousness of baring her perfect, delicate breasts and sucking them even as my anxious fingers pushed aside her panties to explore her sugary, wet nest. Hushed moans sounded on our lips as we spread our legs for each other.

Hot breath, caring caresses and gentle kisses were interrupted only by the wondrous pressure of Chloe’s beautiful face resting high on the inside of my naked thigh. After stimulating her with my fingers, Chloe, always the generous lover, would eagerly reciprocate, giving much more than she got.

Chloe inevitably kissed the insides of my thighs, slowly, leisurely, until fire swelled in my loins. When the pleasure of her foreplay became excruciating, she very carefully licked my labia while spreading my lips apart with her fingertips. In those moments I became her helpless slave, dependent on her for the very breath that raggedly escaped my mouth. Then, slipping her hands beneath me, cupping my ass, she tongued deep inside me. It was sheer bliss as the passion melted me and forced me to hump against her eager mouth.

Through it all, my ecstasy climbed higher and higher, until I had to grab for her and pull her body around so that she straddled my chest and offered her ass to me. I tugged her panties down to her knees and kneaded the firm, satiny flesh just as her tongue brought me to the edge of orgasm. I ached to tongue the tuft of honeyed fleece between her legs, but suddenly I had to collapse and to fall back heavily on the bed, clasping Chloe’s head between my thighs as the explosion of my orgasm raced through me.

And then, after a gradual return of calm and tenderness, we held each other in bed, whispering our dreams, sharing our most precious secrets and wishes. We vowed not to let the future destroy our special love. With the innocence of youth, we made promises neither of us could keep.

Ms. N.K., Kentucky

HEAVENLY MASSAGE A DIVINE PORTENT OF THINGS TO COME

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Having recently moved from New York to Boston, I am faced with the novelty of a new city both the exciting and the lonely aspects of that experience. I left an environment I had grown comfortable in, one in which I enjoyed many friends and a long standing relationship with a wonderful man. Before I left, Scott and I discussed the possibility of marriage, but it didn’t feel like the appropriate time to enter into that kind of commitment. And, in all honesty, I suppose I wasn’t willing to sacrifice the job offer that had required my relocation. So Scott and I maintain a long distance relationship, which has worked out nicely.

Living in a new city has given me the opportunity to explore facets of my own personality I had previously been too embarrassed to expose. An associate at work had suggested to me, after my repeated complaints of fatigue and tension, that I visit her masseuse and skin care specialist. She explained to me that Erica was a holistic practitioner who carefully created a very relaxing atmosphere. This sounded luxurious. I took the name and number.

The strange and instant attraction I felt to Erica when we first met was remarkable. We are physically the same size, tall and athletic, and I immediately sensed that we were sharing this feeling for one another. Erica asked me to go into the dressing room and remove my clothing she provided me with a smock I was to wear during her treatment. I followed her directions, speculating to myself, as I changed, as to how charged the atmosphere really was was this actually a setting in which we could explore this particular energy?

Well, I have never felt as relaxed and aroused as when Erica began to apply those silky creams to my skin, her deft fingers and kneading palms gliding effortlessly over my body. She was giving me a facial, but when she began to run her hands down my shoulders, massaging my muscles as she edged farther down my body, I realized that she might be suggesting in her oblique manner that she enjoyed this intimacy. I kept hoping that her fingers would go far enough down my chest to touch my breasts, edging along until my smock slipped away and she took my breasts in her warm palms and caressed them with the same care she was giving my face and neck.

Erica provided me with a divine experience I felt refreshed and relaxed but she didn’t seem inclined to violate her professional responsibility. After I changed back into my business clothes, I came out of the dressing room and we stood facing one another. I wasn’t sure what to say. I wanted to see more of her. We fumbled about for a few minutes. Finally she suggested that, since we lived in the same neighborhood, we might go for a drink after work. I was so happy that Erica had bridged this abyss.

We had a cozy dinner instead. Erica selected a small, intimate bistro near where we both lived. Afterward I felt that we were back to the same dilemma in my inexperience, I didn’t know how to handle this leap to the next stage. When we walked outside, I was still unsure as to whether the evening was over. Erica looped her arm through mine and led me down the walk. We ended up in front of her apartment. I knew that this was my opportunity, and I wasn’t going to let it slip away. “Will you ask me up?”

“Is this what you want?” Erica searched my face.

Once we were settled in her apartment, enjoying a drink in front of the fireplace, we began to explore each other’s body. Erica asked me to lie alongside her on the rug. She began to rub my back, and at first I felt shy about touching her in the same way, unsure about feeling a woman so close to me. And yet, our physical sameness inspired me to explore her body as though it were my own.

My lips found their way into the crevice of her blouse, and I tasted the faintly scented skin skin more tender and smooth than any I had ever felt against my lips. It was so easy to follow this path to her breasts. I unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, aroused by the sight of her lacy brassiere and struck by my vagueness as to the method of removing this garment quickly and gracefully.

Erica had slipped her hands into the back of my pants, teasing the crevice of my butt, pressing my body into hers, urging me to mount her there on the rug. I hadn’t known that it would be exactly like this me climbing on top of her as though I were the man. And yet it wasn’t a masculine gesture at all. Mounting her suddenly felt like the only way to join my body to hers. Erica easily unbuttoned my pants and slipped them past my hips. The chill of that air against my skin urged me to press myself against her warmth. I realized how wet I had become and saw my own arousal stain the surface of her stocking.

Erica held me tight, her palms aggressively pulling me into her cunt. I managed to unclasp her brassiere, lifting her full breasts out into the air. Without me thinking about it, my lips took her nipples as quickly as I could find them in the fire lit room a more instinctive response than I had ever known. She reached down to her skirt and quickly pulled it off.

We were making love now on the rug in front of the fire. I found myself fucking her between her legs, grinding my pussy against hers, both of us finding a rhythm that suited our need. Erica was sucking my breasts, teasing my nipples with her deft tongue, until I was crying with desire.

Erica positioned me alongside her. She climbed over me and straddled my pussy, watching me from her perch. I needed to kiss her now, and she wouldn’t let me. She reached down and held my waist as she ground determinedly into me. I could feel her soft pubic hair brushing against my clit, her clit struggling to snuggle against mine, until finally we made perfect contact. Slowly, hypnotically and easily, we rubbed our wet cunts together. Circling in the same repeating pattern, we rubbed against each other until the rapture of orgasm burst upon us both. Sighing, we separated to rest side by side on the rug.

Later that night, we continued to explore our new intimacy and began to discover what lay beneath our powerful attraction. This wasn’t going to be a one night affair.

Ms. A.B., Massachusetts

After a while she guided her boyfriend’s hard cock inside my liquid core. Slowly, in unison, the two made love to me.

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I sat on the hotel restaurant terrace, enjoying the splendid view of the atoll. Twelve hours earlier, I’d left home, and now I was in paradise a small Polynesian island well off the beaten path. A while back, you graciously printed the story of my affair with two beautiful ladies, and I have had several other wonderful bisexual experiences since then.

Marianne, a beautiful Polynesian, and I were the only ones in the restaurant. She wore the traditional pareo, a sort of sarong, and her lovely body attracted my admiration. I asked about a shell collecting snorkeling trip being advertised, and Marianne said she’d be my guide, as she did different jobs at the small hotel.

Two hours later, we were anchored near the reef. A young French couple and I were the only tourists. The couple swam away from the boat with the handsome native guide. On leaving the dock, the lovely French girl had slipped off her top Marianne and I followed suit.

The warm breeze felt so wonderful. I really wanted to shed my bottom too! We donned fins, masks and snorkels and swam over to the reef. All of a sudden I felt Marianne’s hand on my hip, and then my bikini bottom was gone. I looked around and saw that she was stuffing my bottoms, along with hers, in her shelling net. The water felt so sensuous caressing my naked body.

Marianne showed me how to find shells under the sand and cowries under the coral fans while we watched out for morays. She was a water nymph, able to hold her breath for inordinately long periods of time. She’s swim between my spread legs, her long brown hair streaming, her slick skin lightly brushing my pussy lips. I swam behind her, glimpsing her lovely pussy as her legs scissored. When we had all the shells we wanted, we swam back to the boat. We could see three figures under a palm tree far up the beach.

We toweled ourselves dry and then sat cross legged on the soft mat floor. Marianne smiled and softly kissed me, her tongue flicking across my lips. I reached out and cupped one of her pert breasts, squeezing it gently.

“I saw the way you watched me,” she said. “You like women too?” I nodded. She looked toward the shore. “Oh! The others are returning. Tonight, leave your back door unlatched I will come. We will, as you say, come together.” She reached down, slipped a finger deftly between my pussy lips, stroked upward past my clitoris and then licked her slick finger. We slipped into our bikinis, and moments later the French couple and the native guide climbed aboard.

The young guide said something in Polynesian, and he and Marianne laughed. I asked her what he’d said. “They’re cannibals! They tried to eat me alive,” she translated. We burst out laughing.

I went to the village and bought French bread and fresh tropical fruit and learned that Marianne had told all her cousins that if I weren’t treated well, they’d have to answer to her. I was steered to the best buys. I also bought several colorful pareos and bars of the totally delicious coconut oil soap.

It was dark when I heard the back door of the bungalow open and then felt Marianne slip naked into my bed, the scent of a frangipani flower in her hair sweeter than any perfume. She kissed me softly, her firm little breasts hot against mine. She wiggled her legs between my thighs, and I spread them wide for her. Sensually she pressed down, her mound burrowing into my spread sex, rubbing her wet flesh against mine. In no time she brought me to a gasping climax.

We made long, slow love to each other. Her body tasted and smelled of the fragrant coconut oil soap, a smell I still associate with her. She was an expert lover, kissing and licking all my sensitive spots, while I returned her caresses and kisses. Time and again we came together in a sixty nine, until we were spent. The ceiling fan whirred softly as I drifted off to sleep, my arm around Marianne. When I awoke, she was gone.

I saw her the next day and told her how wonderful our night together had been. She smiled and gave me a quick kiss, saying that she’d be back that night with a surprise. My panties were wet all day.

True to her word, she slipped quietly into my bed that night, and in the dim light I saw another figure slip into bed with us, with me in the middle. Marianne’s soft body pressed close on one side, a hard male body on the other.

“My boyfriend, he’s a very good lover,” she whispered in my ear. “He asked to come. I will send him away if you do not want him with us.” She was so dear, I didn’t have the heart. I pulled him to me and kissed him, my hand finding his swollen cock. My two lovers showered my body with kisses and caresses until I was moaning with need. Marianne straddled my body and began to lap at my pussy.

After a while she guided her boyfriend’s hard cock inside my liquid core. Slowly, in unison, the two made love to me. Her tongue nibbled at my clit as he thrust in and out. His hips rotated so that his rigid tool caressed every inch of my pussy. I had his cock deep inside me and her lips and tongue lapping at my aching clit. It was the best of both worlds.

His hands moved between us to caress first my breasts, then Marianne’s. He came with a long moan and a deep thrust, gushing deep inside me. When his cock grew soft and slipped out, Marianne’s tongue immediately covered my slit, scooping up the mixture of his juices and mine. Her tongue drove me over the edge, and I climaxed as her boyfriend watched. Then they kissed me and slipped out of my bungalow.

Every night, Marianne visited me, sometimes alone, sometimes with her boyfriend, or a girlfriend. When it was time for me to leave, she saw me off at the airport, tears in her eyes. I promised to return soon. And I shall return to paradise.

Ms. H.B., Georgia

STELLAR BONDAGE NIGHT BEGINS IN TOURIST CLASS

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Bondage has always added the all important zip to our sex life. However, on the red eye flight from Washington to Denver one Sunday night, I found a new way to tie down my husband. Shortly after takeoff, with the cabin lights low, Norman was kicked back in his window seat, dozing, when the seat belt light came on. So I leaned over and helpfully buckled him in. Interestingly, his arms were trapped beneath the seat belt, and because of the narrow seat, I quickly discovered that he was strapped down helpless, as it were. Wonderful, playful ideas came to mind immediately.

I slipped my fingers behind his tie and between the buttons of his business shirt, and woke him up by pinching each of his sensitive nipples into hard, pointed berries on his chest. He stifled a groan because of the other sleeping passengers around, but his face told me that he was feeling acute sexual tension: The familiar awakening of arousal was surging between his legs as I teased his nipples. Norman shifted in his seat to make room for the lust expanding rapidly between his legs. I teased his hard cock into a pulsing rod of need packed too tightly in his pants. I was sure the zipper wasn’t going to be able to stand the stress much longer.

“Got something in there for me?” I hissed hotly in his ear. I unbuckled his belt and undid the hook to allow myself unrestricted access to his genitals as I nibbled delicately around the rim of his ear. He reacted just as I had expected, jerking and relaxing suddenly. I reached for his hard shaft and squeezed only once, relaxing my grip immediately. Then I tapped with my nails down the full length of his cock, finally pulling it out from under the shielding blanket.

Norman suppressed another groan of sheer animal lust and shuddered quietly. Had we been home, he would have been shoving me back on our bed for a desperate fuck. Instead, strapped in behind the seat belt, he was as helpless as a chained slave.

I leaned into him and pressed my breasts into his captive shoulder, Frenching him deep and wet with my probing tongue. I whispered hot, explicit suggestions in his ear: Poor baby. Didn’t he want to slide his enormous, hard prick into my pussy? Wouldn’t my tongue feel good probing the slit at the end of his hot shaft as I held just the spongy knob between my teeth?

My husband was moaning softly as I masturbated him super slowly within the gentle circle of my fingers. His breathing was ragged and shallow, and a groan of frustration escaped his lips when the captain announced the landing. When the wheels hit the ground and I zipped him back up and buckled his pants, he knew he’d get no relief. I pretended not to notice the flight attendant’s double take when she pulled the blanket from Norman’s lap, exposing the bulging cock in his pants. But I cut off her view as I leaned over to adjust his seat belt, freeing his arms. “We will continue this at home,” I said with raised eyebrows. “Don’t you dare do anything to make yourself shoot,” I threatened harshly.

As I slowly stripped off my pantyhose in the early morning darkness of the calmly quiet outdoor parking lot, I decided to make it a whole night of bondage. My husband reached for me, but I pushed him away. Then, turning him around, I tied his hands firmly behind his back, I drove the fifteen miles home with my skirt riding high on my thighs and my pubic patch peeking out. Norman’s hands were tied with my nylons we didn’t speak at all. At home, I quickly stripped him naked and, with clothesline, tied him spread eagled to the corners of our queen size bed. He was rock hard.

I wasted no time in starting my treatment, beginning with an erotic striptease. By the time my business suit was on the floor and my deep blue lace bra was exposed, Norman was testing the strength of the clothesline, desperate to be free, desperate to end the game and plunge his dick into my pussy.

I trailed flaming hot kisses down the tingling flesh of his thighs and back up his legs and buttocks, nibbling all around his erection, bravely stopping to take him full length into my throat, tantalizing him with the possibility of relief. I sucked deeply, making him buck against my mouth, anxious to release his hydraulic pressure between my lips.

I split my legs apart and sat on his chest. I masturbated myself wetly right on top of him, rubbing my pubic bone on his chest. I could feel his erection bumping my asscheeks as I rode him toward my orgasm. Occasionally, I let just the purple head of his cock press a little way between my gooey pussy lips just to hear him beg for it.

Norman was writhing on the bed in his bondage while I was having a wonderful orgasm, grasping my breasts and squeezing them with the same rhythm I maintained on my clit. God, I was having such a wonderful time. As I was drifting into the second wave of my orgasm, I leaned forward and sucked his tongue into me. Aiming his beating cock by pulling up on his swollen balls, I took it instantly inside me to the root so that I felt the thick tip stab hot inside me.

“Oh, lover, yes. Thank you, thank you. Fuck me,” my husband groaned. His head was thrown back and his whole body arched as he strained hard against me in his bondage. We surged together for only seconds before I felt his body contract in the throes of a violent, wrenching orgasm inside me.

Afterward, I lay beside my husband, soothing his glistening shaft with baby talk. My fingers up brushed and down the sticky length of his purple cock, feeling his heartbeat pulsing as it bobbed under my fingertips. As I watched his nipples tighten, untouched, into little knots, I knew he had more in him. I squeezed his balls and then walked my fingers like spiders’ legs all through his wiry pubic hair. I went real slow. I made long red scratches down the long, smooth length of his cock, then resumed the tickling of his balls. His eyes pleaded with me to get on with it, but I was deliberately drawing things out.

I continued for what seemed like hours perhaps it was hours. Droplets of pre come had again formed and dripped on his tummy to form a little sticky pool. He was lying still, his mouth half open, begging me to fuck him again, when I finally moved over his body and sank down on his swollen meat. When I felt the full length of his cock, tremors of a final orgasm washed over me and I sank down still and limp, almost asleep, on his chest.

Norman surged and bucked under me and I let him fuck in and out, popping out, missing the hole, going in an inch and trying to fuck that inch deeper into me as I passively prolonged his ecstasy. Gradually I slipped further down so that he could stay inside me, then arranged myself so that he could enter me fully. I started moving vigorously on him, and in seconds he hosed my soaking pussy with what felt like gallons of come. He shot and shot again. Exhausted, he fell asleep almost immediately. It was fortunate that he didn’t have to go to the office that day.

My husband has another business trip coming up in three weeks, and I’ll be accompanying him. No sense in having him endure a long, boring flight while I sit home alone not when we can be enjoying ourselves in the air.

Ms. (Name and address withheld)

OH, HONEY, OH!

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With her hands tied to the overhead strap behind her head, Joanna’s naked breasts were pulled up taut. They were full and heavy to begin with, but the extra tension of having her arms bound above her made them seem a little fuller, a little rounder. Her pale nipples, the light pink of a natural blonde, were hard with excitement and embarrassment. We were, after all, driving down a busy street.

When we reached my house, I got out of the car first and opened the door for her. Joanna expected me to free her, but instead I led her out of the car with the rope she was tied with. She swung her head around frantically while hiding her body behind mine as she searched the empty street for witnesses. Seeing no one, she relaxed. Gripping her rope, I led her across the lawn and into the house. Once inside, she tugged me into a kiss, then began working open my pants and clasped my erection in her bound hands.

Difficult as it was to have her let go of me, I told her to raise her arms over her head and stand still while I stripped her. Her breasts were contained only in a tiny tube top, which slid easily past her shoulders and head. Her pants and panties put up a brief struggle as I forced them over her slim hips, but in seconds she was dancing out of them to stand gloriously blonde, naked and bound before me. Her hair caressed her face and fell in soft waves past her shoulders to curl around the swelling of her breasts. She was gorgeous.

So began our first frenzied bondage scene, although later I felt a little unsure as to whether I should have been so ambitious the first time. Still, the next time she visited, I was met by a squirming mass of big breasted, blonde energy. Bounding into my arms, Joanna attacked my neck and mouth, her tongue burrowing between my lips, her eyes bright with excitement.

“Tie me up!” she breathed between kisses. “Tie me up, please!”

I wasn’t expecting it, but I recovered quickly. “Are you sure?” I asked, already pulling her arms behind her back and gripping both her wrists in one of my hands.

“Yes,” she panted, “tie me up.”

With my free hand, I opened her pants and began probing past her pubic hair for her vagina. She was already wet. I was madly improvising as we headed for the bed. With a scarf I tied her right hand to the headboard. With the sash from her dressing gown, I bound her left hand. With her hands secured, I was able to leisurely look for more restraints. Finally, a belt slipped through a second scarf and around the bed frame and two bandannas tied together held her feet wide apart and her legs spread open.

Straightening up to remove my own clothes, I looked down at the naked blonde spread upon my bed. She was positively beautiful. Her whole body was taut, not stretched, but afire. My erection was almost unbearable, but I decided to tease her a little before fucking her. Beginning at her ankles, I let my fingers play lightly up her legs and dance on her flesh. Where her legs came together, I paused only long enough only to fluff her pubic hair before traveling upward to knead her breasts and then kiss her neck and nipples. Joanna awkwardly raised her head to kiss me as I drew near, so I supported it with my hand and kissed back, deeply and for a long time.

Tracing my way down her body with my tongue, I dove into her pussy and began devouring her, my tongue thrusting between her lips. Her body began to jerk, out of control, and she yanked helplessly on her bonds. Whimpering, she pleaded with me to stop teasing her. “Fuck me, now!” she gasped as I took my mouth away from her pussy. “Oh, honey, fuck me!”

I never could resist the husky way she said “Oh, honey” when she was turned on. Moving between her open legs, I loomed over her, my cock bobbing. I ran the length of it along her lips, feeling her wetness spread over me. Joanna was moaning hotly as I positioned myself to enter her. Then, dropping hard and fast, I drove into her in one easy thrust. She began coming right away, her moans rising in pitch and volume. She kept coming repeatedly as I pressed deeply into her depths.

“Oh, honey!” she repeated until I came, too.

And so I continue to tie Joanna up. I tie her hands behind her back and to her body, her arms over her head. I spread eagle her on beds and floors. I tie her in a tight little ball and fuck her from behind. I tie her arms around my neck, so that my movements as I ride on top of her are mirrored by her pulling and tugging motions. I bind her breasts and wind silk scarves, cotton twine, nylon stockings and leather straps over and through her legs.

Joanna seems to thrive on it. Struggling against her bonds focuses dynamic tension in her pelvis. Her orgasms soar.

I remember a warm summer night in her backyard. Joanna had purchased a new nightgown. Light streamed through the sliding glass door of the den as she stepped out to show me. Backlighted, her gown became transparent. Somehow she looked more than naked as she slithered toward me. I got hard just looking at her.

I bent to take her in my arms, feeling her unrestrained breasts crush against my chest. Our kiss was wet and sloppy, uncontrolled. I fought the bodice of her gown down past her tits, groping them fiercely. She responded by grasping my hard cock through my jeans. Leaving her tits, my hands went to her ass, cupping her tight, round cheeks, pulling her gown aside and burrowing to find her moist cunt. Her cries of pleasure were loud and impassioned.

Drawing free my belt, I looped it over a low hanging branch of the tree we stood beneath. With both her small hands secured in one of mine, I threaded my belt through its buckle and around her wrists. A jerk yanked her arms up over her head sharply. On tiptoe, she almost spun in the breeze. I held the end of the belt in one hand as I assaulted her willing flesh with the other. The stiff leather of my belt held her wrists together tightly. Groping with her fingers, she wrapped them around the strap to take some of the weight off her wrists.

I pulled on the belt, stretching her to her tiptoes, and raised her chin with my fingertips in order to kiss her. As I bent again to kiss her, she rose up to me, her mouth searching for mine. She lost her balance, and I grabbed her around the waist to steady her. Her breasts flattened themselves against my stomach. Parting her legs, she began to rub her cunt against my leg.

“Oh, honey,” she whispered as I parted the lips of her vagina and slipped two fingers into her. “Fuck me, now.”

Somewhat awkwardly, I opened my pants. Joanna leaped onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her frothing cunt almost seemed to reach out and grasp my hard penis as it throbbed against her sleek outer lips. Once I was inside her, she bucked her hips on mine and she squealed with pleasure. Aside from her vagina and legs, which were supported by me, she was hung from the tree. Her kisses were hot and fervent, fierce and hungry, urging me on and into her until I too came, my orgasm blending with her own. She must have came at least twice, probably more, suspended from the tree.

Finally she tired. My own knees were weakening, so I allowed the belt to slip over the branch. Collapsing slowly onto the grass, we held each other. We felt very happy just being together in the afterglow of our passion, and hardly noticed the gently falling summer rain.

Mr. W.C., Mississippi

ULTIMATE BRIDE BONDAGE FOR ALL THUMBS HUBBY

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My wife, Vera, and I enjoy Variations, especially the stories. Recently Vera discovered something she calls “the ultimate bondage.”

We were invited to a costume party, and Vera wanted us to go as a bride and groom only with me as the bride. I laughed and told her that if she could find an appropriate wedding dress for me, I’d go. My wife didn’t say anything more about it, so I figured she had dropped the idea.

Then, one Saturday, she came walking in with an armload of satin, lace
and taffeta. She said she had found the perfect dress for me. She insisted that I try it on immediately. In short order, Vera had me standing naked in the bedroom.

First she made me put on the voluminous petticoat she had bought. If was made of layers and layers of stiff taffeta and nylon net. It was extremely full. Then came the dress. It had long, full sleeves, a high neck, a sweeping satin and lace skirt and buttons up the back. Vera buttoned the dress all the way up. It was a little tight at the waist, but she said she’d fix that. Vera was ecstatic and hugged me. Her eyes lit up as she felt my hard cock through all the petticoats and the satin skirt. “I thought you might enjoy this,” she said. Then she told me to undress while she went and got our neighbor Elizabeth.

My wife left and I tried to undress, but the loops over the buttons were too tight, and I couldn’t undo any of them. Suddenly Vera walked in, and when I explained my predicament, she laughed. She made me model the dress for Elizabeth. I was totally embarrassed as the two of them played with the dress and slid the material against my body. As Elizabeth was a beautician, she offered to do my makeup the night of the party.

As soon as Elizabeth left, I asked Vera to let me out of my dress, but she refused. She insisted that I wear it around the house all afternoon. Vera made it a point to make me move around as much as possible. The crisp, slick material rubbed my cock and kept it hard. Finally she led me to the bedroom.

However, instead of letting me out of my dress, she made me get on my back on the bed. Then she stripped and straddled my head. Her pussy was wet with anticipation, She lowered herself onto my waiting mouth and leaned forward and started playing with my cock through the dress. I had never seen my wife so hot and ready. In only a few minutes, she came. Then Vera pulled up my skirt and petticoat and gave me a fantastic blowjob. She promised me that the night of the party would be even better. Finally she let me out of my dress.

On the day of the party, Vera had a surprise for me. First came white satin panties, then a matching white satin corset. “I told you I’d make the dress fit,” she said. She hooked the corset up in back and then helped me attach stockings to the garters. Then came high heels and the billowing petticoat. At this point she had Elizabeth come in to do my makeup while she prepared for the party.

Elizabeth went all out on the makeup. She even put clip earrings on me, and then a long wig. Vera walked in and was amazed. The two women helped me into the dress and Vera buttoned it up. “I hope you like being trapped in your dress,” she whispered. Last but not least came a veil. Elizabeth took a whole roll of film of Vera and me. Then we were off to the party.

We were a big hit. People couldn’t believe that I was willing to do such a thing. The hard parts were dancing and playing the games they had planned. All night long I could feel my throbbing cock rubbing against the satin panties and the stiff taffeta. I was embarrassed by being so turned on. Fortunately, only my wife noticed. But she made a point of insuring the petticoat and corset teased me constantly. Vera was loving her power over me.

When we got home, I was ready to screw, but Vera wouldn’t let me out of my dress. She slowly seduced me instead, taking the time to stroke my stockinged legs, play with the ruffled garters and kiss me through the veil. Finally she slid my skirt and the layers of petticoats up and pulled my panties down. She straddled my cock but wouldn’t let me put it inside her until I promised that I would wear the bondage dress whenever she ordered me to. I would have promised anything at that point. When I slid into her warm, wet pussy, it was heaven.

I came like never before. Vera kept pumping until I was hard again. As I came a second time, so did my wife. That night, after a shower, I had to sleep in my satin corset and stockings.

Since then, Vera has made me wear my bondage dress at least once a month. She really likes the idea of me being totally trapped in satin and taffeta and loving it. She is working now on some new dresses she says will continue her bondage domination. And she has promised me that I’ll love them.

Mr. M.B., Oklahoma