My girlfriend and I love show biz, but with a slight variation on what you might see on television. We’d like to share our secrets with your readers.

We love to take turns displaying ourselves for the entertainment of each other, but most of all, Ginger (not her real name) loves the fashion shows I do for her.

My latest toy is the so called parachute harness, which snaps around the base of the scrotum and has three short chains that join together on a metal ring to which you can attach all sorts of things, including weights of various sizes. Ginger winces beautifully when I hang things from the ring and let them swing between my legs, thereby stretching the sac below the base of my cock. It really doesn’t hurt that much, and the stretching eventually turns into the most delicious type of pleasure/pain. It looks quite dramatic with the black leather and the delicate skin of my shaven balls.

Poor Ginger, who is quite capable of wielding a riding crop or paddle on my bottom, just falls apart when she witnesses my fashion show. Actually, she doesn’t fall apart she melts, starting at her luscious pussy, which gets so wet that she has to sit on a towel to keep from soaking the couch. Once, when I had hung four of my tennis shoes from the parachute, she begged me to stop and administer a scorching hand spanking to her curvy bottom.

Ginger and I have developed a delicious way of expressing our loving feelings in a way that lasts for five or six hours. Some of her friends can’t figure out what we can do for so long. However, when we finally do have our howling, outrageous orgasms, we come close to fainting. Not bad for a couple of lively grandparents!

Mr. K.I., Louisiana

For as long as I can remember, I wanted to relocate to Los Angeles and pursue a career as a screenwriter. I had taken some writing courses I college, and my teachers encouraged me to try to pursue it seriously. I even had a few of my plays made into short films.

So when I was fired from my job as an advertising copywriter in New York, I decided it was time. I packed my bags and headed out west.

It was a month before I found some work I could sink my teeth into. I was finally hired by a major studio to do script development on yet another property being touted as Hollywood’s next big blockbuster. I was told I’d be doing the rewrite with another person, but not until we were introduced did I know that she would be as stunning and as sexually stimulating as Jacki.

She was dark and diminutive, with a body manufactured at a health spa. Her tits were compact and perky, her legs tight and curvy, her ass positively delectable. When we shook hands at our first meeting, the sensation of her smooth flesh on my palm made my spine tingle and my cock throb.

Jacki was quite funny, a little package of vivacity and sexual energy. She had as big a penchant for blurting out one liners as she did for double entendre, and we got along so swimmingly, it soon became apparent that there would be more to our relationship than just reworking a shooting script. In retrospect, I was actually surprised that we worked so closely for nearly three months before either of us made any sexual advances toward the other.

It was late one night, and we were working at Jacki’s sprawling apartment. It was a sparkling, cool night, and she had opened her patio doors to allow the fresh beach air to clear our thoughts.

Jacki excused herself for a moment and retreated to a back room. I continued working before realizing that she had been gone a rather long time.

“Jacki,” I finally called out. “You all right?”

“Fine,” she answered. “Be right out. Keep your shirt on.”

When she finally returned to the living room, she was decked out in a flimsy black teddy, a long, matching silk robe and a pair of stiletto pumps that shaped her calves and hips and brought my cock to immediate attention.

“Look,” she said casually as she sauntered over to me. “We both know that this is what we’ve wanted from day one. So let’s go with it.”

I was pretty much speechless. Jacki took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. I felt like a novice being led to a boudoir by a sophisticated call girl.

Her room was quite elaborate, with a Victorian style four poster bed with a lace canopy. She had a fine burgundy vanity, opulent mirrors and decorative furnishings from centuries past. It was like walking through a time tunnel. I had entered an exciting fantasy world.

I was intoxicated by the sweet womanly scent of the room. Guiding me to her bed, Jacki pressed her lips to mine and slid her tongue inside. Her mouth was hot and wet, and soon we were rolling around on her mattress, a fiery passion having been ignited between us.

I smothered her body with gentle caresses and showered her hot flesh with loving kisses. I managed to get undressed and then slip Jacki’s skimpy garments off her. Once undressed, she stared eagerly at my throbbing cock and licked her lips hungrily. She was ready to eat.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered.

Lying back on a mountain of silk pillows, Jacki pulled me closer to her as I straddled her face and thrust my cock into the wet confines of her mouth. Her tongue bathed my shaft and adroitly teased the bulbous head, her fingers all the while tickling my scrotum and occasionally wandering to my ass.

Before long I was mounting my voluptuous writing partner, thrusting deep in her, fucking her drenched pussy with all the gusto of a man with fire in his loins. She wrapped her legs around me and locked me in her, and then her tongue slithered back into my mouth.

As sweat formed on her brow, she uttered simple whimpers and captivating sighs of pleasure.

We soon changed to a doggy style position, and I plunged into Jacki from behind, grabbing onto her succulent buttocks, occasionally slapping her ripe fanny, as I slammed into her tight cunt. Before long I had managed to slide my thumb into her inviting, puckered asshole, and she writhed with delight as I moved in and out of her in this enthralling double penetration.

The sight of her beautiful nudity bucking about like that sent erotic charges through every inch of my body and cut deep into my very soul. It was apparent that Jacki was beyond the point of return and she actually screamed as she tightly clutched the sheets, seemingly begging for mercy. In seconds I, too, was coming, spewing my hot white jelly into her warm, clasping pussy.

Soon after, we completed the screenplay and the film went on to be produced. Jacki, of course, attributes the positive results to that one very special night of splendor we shared.

Mr. N.S., California

My story begins with my girlfriend, Veronica. She’s about five five, 120 pounds, with a firm, petite figure. Her breasts are small but round and firm with extremely sensitive nipples. When aroused, her entire body becomes sensitive, right down to her feet and ankles. In the past I’ve brought her to orgasm from the light touch of my fingers alone. I’m six feet, 170 pounds, with dark hair and dark complexion. My job as a carpenter keeps me in good shape.

Veronica recently took a vacation to St. Croix, so I hadn’t seen her for a couple of weeks. I stopped by her house the night after she got back, hoping to make a special night of it. I wondered if she had remembered that it was the first anniversary of our going together. I was so excited.

I knocked on her door for several minutes before she called down from a second floor window that she’d be right there. As it turned out, she had been dancing in her bedroom in a sexy looking two piece swimsuit that really showed off her tanned body, glistening with sweat. I wasn’t used to seeing her with a glorious tan. She looked fantastic!

She let me in, and I couldn’t resist giving her a long hug and fondling her shoulder length brown hair. Veronica started shaking with emotion almost instantly. We had missed each other terribly. We sat down and talked about the past two weeks and tried to be casual. I put a stop to that when I asked her if it wasn’t about time I gave her a welcome home kiss. She gave me a seductive smile.

I didn’t waste a second sliding my chair next to hers. We kissed with our lips and tongues barely touching. It was a very erotic, long and tantalizing kiss. Our kiss got hotter and more involved as I pulled gently on her hair and we sucked on each other’s tongue.

I picked her up and stood her on her chair. This left me facing her smooth stomach and her stiffening nipples, which were poking at her swimsuit top. I lightly licked her stomach as my hands roamed freely over her ass and thighs. We were getting hotter by the second. She made a feeble attempt to curb our passion by trying to change the subject to food, stating that she was hungry. I lifted her off the chair and said something about going out to eat.

Veronica said she’d be down in a few minutes and headed for the stairs. I stopped her at the foot of the stairs and pinned her against the wall. I started rubbing my body against hers. I took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back so our lips could meet again. I hugged her tightly as her body started to shake. It has always thrilled me that I can bring her to orgasm with just a passionate hug and kiss. Her body shook uncontrollably and I had to hold her up as she had her first orgasm of the night.

Again Veronica wanted to change for dinner, but I had only just begun. I followed her up to her room, and as soon as we were in the door, I picked her up and threw her on the bed. I dove onto the bed and started raining kisses all over her face and body. We had been rolling around for a few minutes when I started removing her top. She stopped me, pulled her top down and bolted for the door. I grinned, knowing how much Veronica likes to be “conquered.”

I caught her in the hall. With one arm around her waist, I started dragging her back to bed. She was laughing and kicking and hanging onto the doorknob. Fortunately for me, she’s very ticklish, so holding her with one hand, I tickled her ribs with the other. Veronica laughed and tried to struggle free, and then once again she was airborne. She landed on the bed hot, horny and sweaty, just like me.

Again I covered her with my body and gave her another head swirling kiss. Then it was time to remove the little bit of clothing she had on. Once I had her naked, I lost myself in the sight of her tan lines as she removed my shirt. After my shirt was off, I attacked her nipples, first circling them with my tongue, teasing her by not touching them directly. She started moaning and running her fingers through my hair, trying to pull my lips to her nipple. Ever so lightly I licked to the very tip of one nipple. She gasped and then started clutching the bed sheets when I finally pressed my lips hard against her breasts.

Now she was really losing it, throwing her head to the side and gasping for breath, her nails clawing at the sheets as she shuddered through her second orgasm. As always, she had a docile and satisfied look on her face once she had calmed down.

Wanting this to go on all night, I again kissed her lips and neck before working my way down to her ankles and back up to her breasts. I arrived at her neatly trimmed pussy and inhaled her aroma as I licked my way around her lips. I was all set to plunge my tongue into her gooey hole when she suddenly stopped me, saying, “Now it’s your turn.”

Veronica removed the remainder of my clothes and rolled me onto my back. Then she kissed me, sucking on my tongue. I was playing with her hair and caressing her thighs and ass when she moved to my right nipple, tonguing it lustily as I started to moan.

I knew what was coming and I didn’t have to wait long. Veronica moved down to my hard on and, with her tongue, swiped at the head. Then she took just the head between her lips and swirled her tongue around it, all the while tickling my balls with her fingers. She then started slowly bobbing up and down, still flicking the hot tip of my cock with her tongue. Occasionally she would go all the way down and drag her teeth along the shaft on the way back up.

Finally Veronica guided my hard on up into her incredibly wet sex. She started riding me with increasing fire as I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. Soon she was shaking and moaning as she had her third orgasm, my hard on still buried inside her. After she had caught her breath, I rolled her over onto her back and covered her face with kisses. I lifted her legs and held her knees back with my arms to give me total access to her sweet pussy. It only took a minute of some serious high speed fucking to bring her to her fourth orgasm.

I couldn’t get enough of her. I went right down to her soaking pussy and went wild, first rubbing my face in it, then licking the cleanly shaven area next to her lips and the small patch of skin between her anus and her slit. Veronica was moaning. She had her hands full of my hair as she pulled me hard against her wetness. My tongue darted in and out, tasting her lubrication. I would occasionally flick her clit and she convulsed when I sucked her button, her whole body quivering. She threw her head back and pulled mine away from her pussy, trying to come down from her fifth intense orgasm.

I let her relax for a couple of minutes as I rubbed my still hard tool against her dripping hole. Then, with my sweat dripping onto her chest, I again held her knees back with my arms and reentered her. As I started pounding away, Veronica reached up and started clawing my back, driven by the aching passion of the moment.

I urged her on with words like “Do it, go for it.” As she dug deeper into my back, I hammered my cock into her. She whimpered and cried out and thrashed about with joy. The head of my hard on started to burn, and I knew my own orgasm was rapidly approaching. Veronica started coming, and I was then that I finally shot my load into her. I fell beside her, panting.

As we relaxed, I caressed her soaking pussy. I asked her if she had remembered our anniversary. She smiled and said she was thinking about it all the time she was dancing.

Mr. N.J., North Carolina

I simply adore white satin and I love wearing it. While little in the way of satin clothing is available in men’s shops, this is not my problem, since I personally see nothing wrong with a man purchasing and wearing women’s satin fashions. I’d love to express my feminine side by wearing satin evening gowns and satin lingerie. Oh my, how exciting it would be to flash about in a gold satin evening gown or hot pink satin pajamas.

Unfortunately, the sexiest of satin wear is priced beyond my budget. My goodness! Fine satin eveningwear and lingerie costs hundreds of dollars per outfit!

How I wish I had an affluent patroness who would keep me wrapped in sexy satin. I’d become her personal Barbie doll and model every glistening outfit for her and her friends’ amusement. Perhaps a women’s club would adopt me as a project. I could be their mascot. What great fun that would be!

I could give them a fashion show, parading around in all my fine satin outfits. Maybe they’d let me jerk off and come.

Mr. P.Z., Nevada

In the November ’89 issue of Variations, there was a letter entitled “Lover of Big Breasts Has His Hands Full,” which I read with much pleasure. You see, I too have always been partial to that part of a woman’s anatomy. A tight, curvy ass will get my attention, and a pair of long, lovely legs in smooth, fluid motion will cause me to stare, but big, beckoning boobs make my mouth water and my cock swell. I’ve been fortunate to have known quite a few busty babes, but Lola remains my favorite.

Lola’s firm, heavy breasts have always given me an immediate hard on. For fifteen years we fucked wildly and imaginatively. Her boobs grew from size 36C, when we met, to overflowing a 38D bra when we divorced. She always “turned on” to guys that admired and lusted for her massive mammaries. She favored low cut dresses that showed her deep cleavage, and tight sweaters over pointy bras. To heighten our passion and intensify our climaxes, we often fantasized about another guy, also a big tit lover, in bed with us.

Several years after our divorce, Lola and I bumped into each other on the street. Among other things, I asked her about her sex life, my cock throbbing as I surveyed those huge tits again. She replied that her present lover, George, was crazy about her tits. She added that she had been fantasizing about finding a guy to join them for a threesome. Pausing briefly, she asked if I was still interested. Interested indeed. I almost came in my pants right there on the street!

We agreed to meet in a quiet bar at eight o’clock that evening. I was there at seven thirty, nervous as a woman about to be deflowered by Paul Bunyan. At about eight fifteen, in came Lola with an older, gray haired gent. She looked terrific in a tight sweater with her tits sticking out to here. They sat down at my table, and we started a friendly conversation. We talked for about an hour. Then Lola and George invited me to their apartment for a glass of wine.

Once there, Lola put on some music and then excused herself as George and I continued chatting. Shortly Lola reappeared, looking sensational in a sheer black peignoir over a fancy red corset, black stockings and red, strapped high heels. I almost popped my wad at the sight of all those beautiful soft curves.

She sat down between us on the sofa, letting the front of the robe slide open. Lola put her hands on both our bulges and started to massage them. George dove for the displayed boobs with both hands. I kissed Lola’s neck and watched George massage that plumped up tit flesh. Lola unzipped our pants and worked our pricks out. Her soft hands began rhythmically stroking and squeezing both our cocks.

Soon it was my turn to play with Lola’s soft, smooth tits. I lifted the left boob out of the corset cup and dove for the familiar brown, pointy nipple, sucking and kissing it passionately. George, meanwhile, was grabbing for her wet bush. Lola moaned as we worked on her. She begged us to stop or she would come right away. Slippery sweat was forming in her deep, hot cleavage.

I asked my ex to bend forward while I stood in front of her. She leaned forward, looking up at me. I slowly slipped my throbbing cock between her soft tits and began a rhythmic tit fuck. George suggested an improvement on this and got down on the floor. Lola peeled down her panties and kneeled over her lover, lowering her cunt onto his mouth. I resumed my tit fuck, humping her tits and dragging my balls over her face as I finger fucked her juicy pussy. It wasn’t long before I pumped a load into that slippery slot between her beautiful boobs.

We got up, showered and then jumped, still wet, into their king size bed. George was on one side of Lola, with me on the other. The cool air on her damp skin made her nipples stand out. George took her right tit in both hands, sucking hard on the protruding nipple. I was sucking on her left boob and working my right hand into her wet, open cunt. She groaned and humped her ass up and down, shaking with desire. I pulled my fingers out of her and got between her legs. As I started entering my ex, George shifted positions until she could suck his cock at the same time that he sucked on her left nipple. Soon Lola was shaking in a heavy climax.

Lola immediately fell limp after her super intense climax. I rolled her onto her belly, placing two pillows under her hips. I got on my knees behind her smooth, round ass and fucked her doggy style. She was conscious enough to contract her pussy in rhythm with my strokes. I shot a big load into her and fell asleep on top of her round ass.

The next morning we woke up and showered. After a bare assed breakfast, I told George and Lola that I wanted to do one more thing before leaving. I described what I had in mind, and they agreed.

In the living room, Lola sucked and played with my cock until it was hard. Then I lay on the floor and Lola squatted down on my cock and took it deep in her pussy. She leaned forward to give me her ripe tits to suck. As I humped away, I got both her nipples in my mouth and sucked as hard as I could. Lola came with a scream, and a moment later I shot my load up into her pussy.

Our little experiment has been a success. George has been very generous about sharing Lola and her wonderful love pillows.

Mr. S.B., Nebraska

Just like so many of your readers, I have read so many of your letters that I decided to write one myself. I have had the same lover for almost fifteen years now. I’m thirty eight and she’s thirty three. We have had many, many fantasies come true in the past and have many more to come. I’m six two, 260 pounds Tina’s five five, 140. We’re in good shape. Her curly blonde hair flows like a lion’s mane down her back. She has very beautiful green eyes and the softest smile you’ll ever see.

One day we went out driving in search of a place to spend a sex filled afternoon. We had heard about a state park about fifty miles or so from here and decided to check it out. When Tina picked me up, I noticed that she had on a bright yellow sundress with all but two buttons undone. It made me start dreaming about her furry crotch. Her pussy has so much hair, it bulges out.

As we approached the interstate, I asked her to remove her sandals and her panties, which she did. Thank God for cruise control. She moved over as close as she could get, and I began to whisper things in her ear that I knew would have her dripping in no time. I began running my hand up her soft legs to the warmest spot on earth. I must have played in her pussy hair for ten minutes before getting through to her clitoris.

As I began stroking and making small circles around and over her love button, I noticed we had company. A van had pulled up next to us. I wasn’t about to stop, so I kept on doing what I knew soon would have Tina trembling. In the van were a young couple and lots of luggage in the back. The guy was on the passenger side and his pretty wife drove. I thought I’d give ‘em a show, so I undid the last two buttons of Tina’s dress to reveal her mound of thick brown pubic hair. The man smiled and said something to his girl. She smiled also.

Frankly, I think I have truly mastered the art of masturbating a lady and have no trouble bringing Tina to seconds away from the big O and keeping her there as long as I want. No ego trip here, ladies, just long, slow, intense orgasms. I do truly love this lady!

I began to feel Tina tremble and looked to see if our voyeuristic traveling partners could see as I quickened my pace. Then the dam broke. Tina’s mouth opened and her velvet tongue rolled over her lips. A quick shake of her head, and she was coming. I noticed that the man in the van said something to his wife and brushed her cheek.

Knowing that this orgasm was the first of many for Tina, I grinned at them. But then I noticed that our company was slowing until they were behind us. What was this? I wondered. We looked back to see two very broad smiles and a flashing directional signal. Then they turned off at the next exit. I rolled down the window and gave the thumbs up sign. In return, the couple in the van waved. Were we to follow them?

Well, as we left them in the distance, Tina and I kissed and smiled at each other very deeply. And we will always wonder…

Mr. I.N., Ohio

“Have you ever shaved your pussy?” Lucille asked. As usual, we were enjoying our morning coffee together. We’ve been neighbors for a couple of years now and are very frank with each other.

“Lots of times,” I laughed. “I think it’s very sexy seeing your pussy bare. It makes your pussy more sensitive. You can feel a licking tongue so much better, and you don’t get pubic hairs between your teeth. When I worked as a beautician, I had a number of clients who wanted their bushes trimmed or shaved. Of course, that was always in private and cost a little more.”

I was beginning to like this conversation, and I could feel my pussy tingle a little in my jeans. Lucille is very attractive, with a dynamite body. I’d caught her looking at me in a way that said she was interested in more than my friendship.

“Did any of the women get excited while you were doing them?” Lucille asked softly.

“Some did. I mean, I had my face practically buried in their spread pussies, with my fingers pushing their pussy lips aside. I had several women climax while I was shaving them. It got very exciting at times.”

Lucille looked me straight in the eye. “Did you ever get excited while you worked on them?”

“Sure,” I answered without hesitation. “I could smell the woman, and as I worked on her, she would begin to lubricate. Pussies open like flowers when they become excited. To watch a pussy become juicy and inflamed with hardly a touch is, well, exciting. I’ve seen clitorises grow and become hard. One woman had a very large clit, and I admit I accidentally on purpose brushed it several times, just to watch her reaction.”

Lucille seemed to think on that for a long time. I thought I knew what was going through her mind. “Would you shave my pussy?” she said finally. I told her I’d be happy to, provided she did me at the same time. She nodded. We made a date for the following afternoon.

When Lucille arrived, I was freshly bathed, with a hint of my most seductive perfume dabbed in strategic places. I had what I needed laid out on a large, soft towel, and there was chilled wine, soft lights and music. Lucille’s smile said more than words ever could.

As we were going to shave each other, we both undressed. I’d never seen her naked, and she was a vision of loveliness. She was a natural blonde, and her long, lithe body set my passion rising. Her breasts are beautifully rounded, with large pink areolas and crinkled pink nipples. Her stomach is slightly rounded, and her blonde bush was neatly trimmed. Lucille blushed as I gazed brazenly at her pussy. She caught her breath as I slipped out of my dress. I’ve been told I have a beautiful body. My breasts are conical, with no hint of sag, and my nipples jut out almost half an inch. My ripe pussy was visible even through my thick bush.

We had a couple of glasses of wine, and when she was relaxed, I had her lie down. I moved between her thighs and spread them wide, gazing at her beautiful pussy. Her cleft is well shaped, deep and prominent, her inner lips dainty. I commented on them and she blushed.

I took my scissors and as we talked, I trimmed her bush closely. Brushing the clipped hair away, I put a salve on my fingers and told her this was to protect her delicate tissue against the depilatory. This was the part I liked, as I could take small liberties and subtly arouse her without seeming to.

I parted Lucille’s pussy lips to reveal the lovely pink flower of her sex. I slid my slick fingers up and down her slit. I pulled upward, exposing her pink clit, and ran my finger over its small head. She moaned. Placing a finger on either side of it, I ran them up and down, feeling the firm clitoral shaft under its protective mobile skin.

“Oh God!” Lucille gasped. I took more lubricant and carefully lubricated the inside and outside of her outer lips. She squirmed. A dollop of lubricant went squarely in the center of her vaginal opening and then trailed down. My finger circled lower around her pretty anus. I then pressed my finger into her nether hole. Her hips rocked slightly. I wiped my hands and began to spread the thick depilatory over her skin, rubbing it in as directed, careful not to get it on her sensitive pussy tissue. I set the timer and we sipped the chilled wine.

“God, I can see how a woman would get hot while you’re doing this.” Lucille grinned down at me as I lay between her spread thighs.

“You’d like to try making love with a woman, wouldn’t you?” I finally asked softly.

“I think so. I’m not sure. Yes, if it were you.”

We talked and I explained that our making love would not make her a lesbian. She could make love to men and women both, just as I did. Two women together was just a different kind of loving.

The clock dinged and I began to wipe the depilatory from Lucille’s skin. I made her lie back and wouldn’t let her look until I was finished. I took a cool, soapy cloth and carefully washed her pussy clean. I soaped her pussy again to remove the lubricant, this time using my fingers to clean her. Then I took a soothing lotion and spread it all over her bare skin and worked it into the folds of her pussy. Lucille sighed and squirmed. I took a large hand mirror and gave it to her. She giggled when I told her what a beautiful pussy she had. I spread her outer lips wide, exposing the flower of her vagina. We could both see the beads of moisture clinging to the folds of ruby flesh. I reached down, blotted my finger in her juice and brought it to my lips. “Delicious!” I said, smiling up at her. I sat up. “Now it’s your turn to do me. Turnabout is fair play.” We laughed.

I lay back and spread my legs wide. As I gave her instructions, Lucille proceeded to trim my bush. Soon she was applying the protective lubricant to my spread sex. Her touch was soft and gentle and she kept looking up at my face. I nodded approval. She became bolder, and I could feel her fingers taking naughty liberties with my wet slit. She slid a slender finger into my vagina and moved it in and out before slipping it upward. She caught my clitoral sheath between her fingers and gasped.

“I never realized how beautiful a woman’s pussy can be,” she said. “I always thought of mine as ugly. I see why they call the clit ‘the man in the boat!’” Her fingers, coated with lubricant, slid up and down the exposed head of my clit. I moaned as shock waves of ecstasy went through my body.

“When I do that, your vagina contracts on each stroke, and your lips are growing red,” she said, almost in awe. She bent forward and I felt her tongue brush ever so lightly along my slit. She pulled back and coated my pussy lips with lubricant. She coated my anus and with a sly grin slid her finger into my back passage up to the second joint. She moved it in and out several times. Finally she coated my skin with the depilatory and moved up beside me.

We gazed into each other’s eyes and then, at the same moment, moved together and softly kissed. It was long and slow and deep, our tongues feeling and exploring. She murmured softly, “So soft, so wonderful!” Her hand found my breast and stroked it ever so softly. We became lost in each other, kissing and caressing swelling breasts and hardening nipples until the clock went off.

Lucille bathed my pussy tenderly and sighed about how beautiful it was. She gave me the mirror and as I looked, she spread my pussy lips. Clear juices flowed form my inner self, and she leaned forward and placed her lips full on my sex. Her tongue scooped up my nectar. I caught her head and pulled her up on top of me. She nestled between my spread thighs, her bald, sensitive mound pressing against mine.

I reached between us and parted my pussy lips wide and showed her how to fit her pussy mound against my clit and how to move. Her soft mound rubbed gently against my exposed clit, but I knew she couldn’t feel what I could. We sat up, and I placed her thighs over mine so that we straddled each other. Both our pussies were now spread wide, and by our locking hands and leaning back slightly, our slick pussies could slide together. Lucille’s hips bucked and pressed against mine, and her body went rigid as she shuddered.

Spent, we rolled apart and then snuggled, laughing and kissing. Later she had me lie still while she slowly and tenderly kissed and caressed every inch of my body. She finally slid between my thighs and feasted on my pussy. She brought me to several climaxes with her tongue, lips and fingers before we changed places.

We spent the day in bed, and I taught her the joys of lesbian love as we feasted on the other’s sex at the same time. She wanted to know everything at once, but I finally convinced her that there was plenty of time. I am an excellent and patient teacher.

Ms. W.B., Arkansas

I recently experienced an incredible weekend with my fianc e. Vivian and I are seniors at a Midwest college, and she was in charge of all arrangements for her club’s float for our big parade. She had worked on this for months. When I came home to our shared apartment late Friday, Vivian was in tears. One of the girls scheduled to ride on the float had backed out. Vivian had asked everyone she knew, but no one was available. I suggested that she could do without that one girl, but Vivian said she had to have her there. I said I wished I could help, but I certainly didn’t look like a girl. Vivian stopped crying and looked at me.

“Would you do it for me? I mean, if we can make you look acceptable, would you ride the float?” I laughed but I agreed to let her try. Shortly I was standing naked as Vivian slid a formal dress on me. It was made of pink satin, with full, long sleeves, a stand up ruffled collar and a huge full skirt. Vivian got really excited when she saw that with only a few adjustments, it would fit. When she slid my dress off, she noticed my now hard cock. She wrapped some of the satin around it, and as she stroked me she told me I’d really enjoy the next day. But that night she was too busy.

Saturday we were up early. Vivian insisted I shower and shave all over then she started on me. First I had to put on a pair of pink satin panties. That made my cock hard. Vivian laughed as she made me put on a garter belt and stockings and bra. Then she sat me at her vanity and started putting her makeup on me. When that was finished, she styled a wig on me. Vivian said I couldn’t see myself until she had finished.

Next came my pageant outfit. First Vivian got out a huge, billowing floor length petticoat made of layers and layers of stiff nylon and nylon net. I stepped into it and Vivian fastened it in back. It must have been five feet across at the bottom. Then Vivian got out some satin ballet slippers for me to wear. Finally she got my satin dress and slipped it on me. She zipped it up and hooked me into it. Last came white satin gloves.

Only then was I allowed to see myself. I couldn’t believe it! We were both thrilled. As she hugged me, I could feel my throbbing cock straining against the satin panties and layers of petticoat. I could believe how turned on I was.

It took Vivian a while, but finally she was ready, dressed in an identical outfit. Vivian drove us there. In the car the entire front seat was full of satin skirts and petticoats.

It felt really strange standing on the float, waving to everyone and blowing kisses. The breeze kept sliding my skirt and petticoat back and forth, rubbing my cock. I almost came just standing there!

When it was all over, Vivian’s float took first place. She was so excited and so proud, I thought she’d pop. As soon as we got home, she was all over me. She just hugged and kissed me and laughed. As we stood there kissing, Vivian started sliding her tongue in and out of my mouth. Meanwhile she was slowly grinding her hips against mine. She pulled away and led me to the bedroom.

She had us lie down still dressed in our gowns and petticoats. We lay there kissing and sliding against each other. I told Vivian I was so hot, I was ready to come. “I know,” she said. “You’ve been turned on all day by your clothes.” I just blushed. I didn’t think she had noticed. Vivian rolled me on my back and flipped up my skirt and petticoat. She slid the satin panties down against the garters and took me in her mouth. Vivian would kiss the head of my cock and then slide it in and out of her mouth. Finally she took all of my cock, sucking it wildly. In practically no time I came like never before.

After we were finally done, Vivian got out of her dress, petticoat and panties and helped me out of my dress and panties. Then she got on her back and taught me how to orally satisfy her. She was a good teacher, and I gave her multiple orgasms.

Meanwhile, I was hard again. We finished with me on my back, and Vivian mounted on my cock.

On Sunday we sucked and screwed all day. And now I have a pink satin gown and a huge petticoat hanging in my closet as a promise of the days to come.

Mr. J.M., Indiana

I wish to add my name to the growing list of men who enjoy watching their wives act out their confessed fantasies. Toni and I have been married for nine years. One evening about two years ago, we were sharing some wine and discussing our sex life. Toni suggested that to heighten our sexual attraction to one another, we should each divulge our deepest sexual dreams. After much coaxing from my wife, I finally admitted that I often visualized her and another man making love while I watched. I felt very embarrassed by this admission, but my wife pointed out that I was also getting turned on.

To my relief, Toni said that she wanted to know exactly what I “saw” when I visualized this fantasy. Then she got up and left the room. Telling my wife the most intimate secrets was not going to be easy, but I got really excited thinking about describing to her in detail what happens in my favorite fantasy. So I poured another glass of wine and gulped it down. Toni came back wearing her little deep purple teddy that drives me nuts. She filled her wineglass and sat in a chair, with me on the floor at her feet. She crossed her legs Indian style and told me to tell her the entire story. My mouth was so dry I could barely speak. After a little necking, I began.

“We’ve taken a room in a downtown hotel. We have room service bring us our dinner. Afterward we go down to the hotel lounge. Before we enter, you tell me to keep my distance from you unless you say different. I wait until you’ve been in the bar and you look right through me. After a while a nice looking man sits next to you and buys you a drink. I sit and sip a dry Manhattan and watch as you have an intimate conversation with this guy. I can’t keep my eyes off you, and I have an itchy, excited feeling in my stomach.

“All of a sudden you both look my way and begin to giggle. The man shakes his head and pays the bar tab. He takes your arm and walks you up to me. You introduce him to me. He smiles and says, ‘I understand everything. Let’s go.’” This is the part I never dreamed I would admit to anyone, let alone my wife. I had to continually sip the wine to moisten my throat as I continued.

“The three of us enter our room and you tell me to remove my clothes and sit in the chair you pull up to face the bed. You do a slow strip, and I can tell that you’re turned on. You remove Tim’s (I had to give him a name) shirt. You drop to your knees and loosen his pants. You slide his pants down and let out a moan when you see his half hard cock. You suck it into your mouth and begin to work it like a pro. You look me right in the eye. Your lips are puffy and glistening as you say, ‘All for you, baby.’ Tim finishes removing his pants, then lays you back on the bed. You practically growl as he starts to enter your pussy. Clamping your legs around his back, he fucks you methodically for fifteen minutes. You scream his name and writhe about through your first orgasm. I watch as his buttocks tense and he throws his head back as he fills your pussy with semen.”

I looked at Toni and her eyes were glossy. “God,” she said, “that’s a fantastic fantasy.”

Now I really amazed myself. “Wait, that’s not the end,” I said. My wife sat forward and told me to finish.

“Tim pulls his cock out of you and gets up from the bed. My eyes go directly to your pussy. There is a pool of Tim’s sperm lying right at the edge of your open pussy. You tell me to lie on the bed, and I practically leap there. You let out a soft laugh as you straddle my face with your come soaked pussy. You grind your pelvis against my open lips as Tim’s semen oozes into my sucking mouth. You rock and jerk as I eat you. Reaching back, you give my balls a squeeze. I come all over my stomach. You get up to tell Tim goodbye.”

The next think I knew, Toni had unsnapped the crotch of her teddy and pushed me back onto the floor. She mounted my cock, and in about twelve strokes I came like a rocket. She let out a sigh of frustration. Then her eyes lit up, and for the first time in my life, I tasted my own sperm. She slid her pussy back and forth over my tongue for ten minutes before she got off.

Occasionally after that, one of us would mention that evening, but not often. Then last fall, right after a horrendous sales presentation, Toni arranged for us to spend a Saturday night at a hotel near the Arch in St. Louis. I was just so glad to be spending a nice evening with her, not thinking about the office, that it really didn’t occur to me to think of my fantasy. We checked in at four in the afternoon. Toni hopped in the tub for a soak and then got herself made up. She told me to order room service, and it came while I was in the shower.

After dinner we headed for the bar to do some dancing. Toni stopped outside the door. She told me that the night would be the test of my love for her. She said, “You know, Gil, you never really asked me what my fantasy was.” I asked her to tell me. She smiled as she said, “Keep your distance from me tonight, unless I tell you otherwise.” With a few exceptions, that evening was almost identical to my fantasy.

Toni has helped me act out this fantasy twice since that first time. I think she really enjoys the variety and naughtiness of the whole thing. She has gotten very good at saying just the right things to heighten my arousal and that of her partners.

Our ultimate turn on will come from having this in print. We both look forward to it.

Mr. G.P., Illinois

A woman just grabbed my balls through my Chippendale’s uniform! I can’t believe it! An aggressive chick like that just makes my mind spin.

I’ve been working here for a few months, hoping to start filling in for the show numbers, but I just serve cocktails in the meantime. That woman’s brazen gesture has left me fantasizing like mad that I’m abducted by a whole carload of gals just like her all charged with sex from the office Christmas parties.

After each of the women has groped my oiled tits and balls in my tiny costume, they leave the club, with me following them mindlessly. I don’t know what strange power these women have over men, but it forces me to sit between them in a car and submit to numerous sexual assaults.

I am driven to a large estate out in the country. Once inside, I am taken to the basement sex chamber. I offer no resistance as they bind my hands above my head with strong rope. There I am, hanging by my wrists in a torture chamber, wearing my spongy, tight Chippendale’s thong, my white one that leaves nothing to the imagination. Their leader steps forward. “I am the high priestess of hustler/hoofers, and you are our slave.” With the introductions taken care of, she savagely rips the spandex right off my body. It hangs on my erect cock for a moment, then falls to the floor at my feet.

The woman matter of factly explains that she and her companions had gone to the club in search of a well endowed male victim to take part in a secret sex ceremony. Every winter solstice, a naked male slave is bound to a stone offering table and subjected to ritualistic sex and then milked. His sperm is mixed with other ingredients and consumed by all the members of the group. This mixture, containing the seed of a tortured cock, is what gives these women such incredible power over men.

I have been chosen as their next victim. I serve them as a sex slave. When not expanding my pain limits, they use my body for their amusement, teaching me to appreciate the superiority of women, training me to serve a woman’s every whim. Soon I’m yelping and recoiling from the sting of the cat and dancing around in my bondage. My erect penis provides quite a spectacle as it bounces under the lash. It’s amazing to me just how naked I feel when they razor off my pubic hair, as if the last possible piece of cover and protection has been taken from me. They give me a new sequin bow tie with a padlock, which is really a slave collar.

I am kept naked and bound at all times, except when my captors wish to show me off dancing in my Chippendale’s uniform. Life is one non stop party for these cult Amazons, and I must dance for them constantly, serve them all and masturbate on command. Everybody gets a chance to sit on my face and be licked to an orgasm while torturing my helpless cock. I am photographed in various bondage positions, and the pictures are distributed to the membership, who will now know me whenever they visit the club.

The time comes for the finale of the secret ceremony. They lead me to where the women have gathered for the ceremony. Beside the large stone table stands the high priestess, wearing a red rose. The rest of the women wear black. I stand before the entire assembly between my guards, who removed my silver robe, revealing my naked body to all who are gathered there. I stand silently as the guards take my penis and fondle it to a full erection. The collective gasps and sighs signify their approval of the sacrificial victim. I am made to lie faceup on the cold stone. A shiver travels up my spine as I obediently offer my wrists and ankles so that I can be bound spread eagled.

A priestess takes up a position at my side and removes her red robe. Beneath the robe she, too, is naked, except for spiky boots and a heavy gold necklace with a large gold medallion, which hangs between her large breasts. She begins undulating her body in an erotic dance. Even though I know that I should not look at her, my eyes are riveted to her as she dances beside me. My breathing becomes heavy, my hard on twitches and my body shines with sweat in the glow of the candles. By the time she finishes her dance, I am so excited that the ropes aren’t necessary. She proceeds to run the thongs of a penis whip gently across my helpless cock and balls. Soon I am squirming and gyrating against the cold stone, begging to be put to the whip. She obliges me.

Each stroke makes me yelp and squirm, causing the women who are watching me to squeal with delight and cheer my tormentor on. After my genitals have been properly abused, a burning candle is passed over my body, held very low so that its hot wax does not have time to cool before landing on my tits, cock, balls and inner thighs. I close my eyes and roll my head from side to side, moaning in pain and, oddly enough, in pleasure for all to see. I look for a moment at the audience watching this lewd spectacle. Many of them have thrown their robes off and have begun swaying and dancing in anticipation of the orgy, which will follow shortly after my milking.

The high priestess takes my hairless balls in one hand and begins slowly manipulating them. She takes my aching, twitching dick in her other hand an begins pumping it, slowly at first. As she speeds up the pumping, she begins squeezing and twisting my balls. As my orgasm draws nearer, my chest rises and falls and my jagged breathing becomes more rapid. Slowly my orgasm builds until the ultimate in pain and pleasure come together in a blinding flash. My body is rocked by the most powerful ejaculation of my life, sending thick arcs of sperm into the golden goblet, which will be passed around for all to partake of.

My screams of ecstasy blend with the cries of victory from all the women. My successful milking has assured me that following the sex orgy, during which my captors will gang bang me, I will remain the sex slave of the cult until the next ceremony. At that time I will again be bound naked to the stone and subjected to unbearable torture. I can’t wait! I close my eyes as the women close in around me to claim their nude prize.

Mr. D.M., New York