We bought the cabin for a song. We hadn’t even been looking for a vacation home. I’d been perusing the real-estate section of the local newspaper during brunch one Sunday morning, and an ad for the little fixer-upper by the lake caught my eye. Before long, I was picturing us spending long weekends in the woods—and imagining all of the trouble we could get into with no one around to witness our antics. I easily convinced my wife, Jessica, to go check out the cabin with me.

I loved the place immediately, but there was one thing that gave Jess pause: It was so deep in the woods that there was no connection to electricity, phone lines and—gasp!—the Internet. My better half is pretty much attached to her smart phone most of the time, so by my reckoning, being someplace where she’d have to pay more attention to me was just another reason to adore the place. Besides, I had a funny feeling that even without access to modern technology, we could find interesting ways to keep ourselves busy.
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Rick and I sat across from each other at a table at my favorite delicatessen. It was our first date, and even though I thought he was attractive with his dark curly hair and green eyes, I hadn’t felt a real spark between us since we’d sat down. He was polite, and I was polite. He made small talk, and I countered.

Mostly, we stared at the vintage movie posters on the walls around us and listened to conversations at nearby tables. I wondered what he was thinking. I was thinking about the fact that I’d like to suck his cock, but that’s not the sort of thing the average girl can work into small talk at a deli.

Rick and I had met in the elevator at our office building and had flirted for weeks before he had finally asked me out. Although we had common tastes in cinema (noir) and novels (pulp), we both seemed stymied by conversation. I wasn’t sure if it was because we were both hoping something else would happen, or if it had simply been too long since I’d last been on a first date. Sometimes you get rusty. But what I felt was more lusty than rusty every time I met Rick’s gaze, I wondered what his cock looked like. Maybe that was why the conversation kept dissipating between us. My mind was on something else entirely. Yet I couldn’t seem to make the first move. The thought of his cock made me tongue tied, for want of a better phrase.

I’ve always been the kind of girl who loves to give blowjobs. I know some women don’t, but it’s my favorite sexual activity. When I like a guy, I want to get to know his cock as well as himself and I always find my fantasies straying to what his rod will taste like when I get my first tantalizing lick.

But with Rick, things were proceeding so slowly that I was sure I’d end the night unfulfilled. I was seriously considering making our first date be our last, when something happened to change everything between us. As I opened up my bottle of soda pop, the drink practically erupted in my hand. I didn’t know what to do no napkins were close by so I slid my mouth over the top and caught all the fizzy liquid without thinking. When I looked over at Rick, I saw that his cheeks had gone red.

“Wow,” he said.

I swallowed the soda. “Wow, what?”

“I have to commend your immediate problem solving skills.”

“Never miss a drop,” I countered, and because I wasn’t planning on anything else happening between us, I added, “That could be my middle name.”

His cheeks went redder. Suddenly, the dull conversation we’d been having evaporated, and a whole new atmosphere descended over our table.

“Really? Marie ‘Never Miss a Drop’ Hanson?” He grinned at me, and I found myself charmed by his sultry smile. “I’ll have to admit, that does have a ring to it. Are there any other reasons for this unusual nickname of yours?” While I watched, he randomly toyed with his own soda bottle. I was wondering if he might shake up the soda, simply to see if I would slurp up the erupting bubbles, but no, he simply ran his fingertips over the mouth of the bottle and waited for my response.

I took my time. I had been attracted to Rick from the beginning, and I’d been excited when he initially asked me out. Now, the sparks were not only flying, they were carbonating. “Rick,” I said, and I put my hand on top of his, “I don’t like things to get too messy. If I’m doing the job right, I lick to I mean, like to clean up every last drop.” I ran my tongue along my top lip after I spoke.

“Of a soda?” he asked, and I would swear his voice was trembling.

“I wouldn’t stop at sodas,” I said. I nudged his foot under the table. He nudged mine back. I could feel my panties getting wet in the center. Who knew an overly fizzy soda could be so damn erotic?

“Mineral water?” he asked.

“Definitely mineral water,” I said.

“Champagne?” Now he moved so he was holding my hand instead of simply allowing mine to rest on his. I could feel heat in my own cheeks. The image flashed in my head of knocking all the plates onto the floor and climbing onto the table. Rather than make a scene, I suggested, “Why don’t we find out? I have a bottle at my place.”

That was all the impetus we needed. We drove back to my apartment, and I knew that the whole way there, Rick was imagining my mouth on the head of his cock, my tongue tricking along the underside, my cheeks indenting as I gave him the wettest, sweetest blowjob of his life. How did I know that? Because that’s all I was thinking about, too.

Although I really did have a bottle of champagne in the fridge I keep one chilled at all times in case of “emergencies” we didn’t pause in the kitchen. I grabbed Rick’s hand and led him directly to my bedroom, where we both stripped as quickly as we could. I think I had my mouth open before I even had my sweater off. I was that hungry to taste his cock. When I was in position on the bed, I looked Rick over. He was handsome naked, his body muscled and compact. But I didn’t care about the muscles right now. I only had eyes for his cock, which was standing at full mast and aimed in my direction.

Rick said, “So now will you explain exactly how you got that nickname?”

“It’s better if I show you,” I told him, and I reached for his hips and parted my lips. He sank the first inch of his cock into my mouth, and then he sighed. “Jesus, that feels good.”

I would have said the same thing, except my mouth was too full of cock to talk. Instead, I let him know how much I was enjoying myself with my actions rather than my words. I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick, and then I began to bob up and down, drawing more and more of his length into my mouth with each movement. Rick ran his fingers through my long dark hair as I sucked him. I focused on the way his silky skin felt in my mouth and the way he tasted, which was just as delicious as I’d imagined.

As I lost myself in the blowjob, I recalled how we’d met, how I’d felt that instant connection with him, and wondered why we hadn’t done this at the start. We’d been too caught in the social morays of behaving correctly get to know each other before you go to second base. Now rather than feeling stymied by small talk, I had my mouth all full of his throbbing cock, and I was infinitely more relaxed than I’d been at the deli. This was something I knew how to do, and I knew how to do it well.

I licked and sucked his cock until I heard him begin to breathe faster. That was my key to slow down and really linger. I wanted to stretch out the blowjob for him, so that he would be almost desperate for release when I finally let him come. That was the plan, anyway. But Rick took matters into his own hands. And by “hands,” I mean tongue.

He pulled back from me, and I was left with my mouth open, looking at him with a startled expression. Why was he moving? Had I done something wrong?

“Lie down,” he commanded. I obeyed his order immediately, excited about what might happen next. In seconds, Rick was on me in a sixty nine position, with his mouth on my pussy and his cock poised above my lips. I resumed sucking him, but now he echoed my movements with his tongue on my clit. Suddenly, my world became concentrated on two actions suck and buck. I felt the climax growing inside me as Rick began circling my clit with the tip of his tongue. The move was so simple, circles trapped in circles, but my body responded in a much more complex manner. My hips began to lift off the bed without any will of my own, bucking against Rick’s mouth. I was lost in the feeling of being well cared for, and for a moment I forgot my own job. But then Rick nudged my lips with the head of his cock, and I resumed what I’d been doing before, giving him a world class blowjob.

Rick seemed more in control than I was. He was able to tease me with his tongue while I licked and sucked his shaft. I had a more difficult time. Whenever he ran his tongue directly over my clit, I’d stop sucking, paralyzed by pleasure. It took me several seconds to find the right rhythm, so that I could do both blow Rick’s cock and bask in the pleasure he was delivering.

Ultimately, Rick took me over the edge by sucking fiercely on my clit, bestowing that little button with serious waves of attention. I came in several powerful spasms, my whole body shaking as my orgasm flared through me. My body did its own impression of a soda bottle being shaken pleasure fizzed to the tips of my fingers and toes, and then seemed to ricochet inside me like so many exploding tiny bubbles.

Although my whole body felt as if it was vibrating with pleasure, I didn’t allow myself to slack off. Rick was still in need of release. With renewed focus, I began to suck his erection in long, powerful strokes. Rick pushed up on his hands and started to fuck my face, and I kept my balance and poise and let him. When he reached the edge, I made sure to keep my lips locked so that I did exactly what I’d promised to do, suck him off fully without missing a solitary drop.

Afterward, Rick moved so that we were face to face once more, and he held me in his arms and let his fingers lazily trace over my body. “That was sublime,” he said softly. “You really know your way around a cock.”

I smiled and rested my head on his strong chest. For some girls, this might have been the very pleasurable end to an evening. But I am not some girls. The fact that we’d just gotten off felt more like an appetizer to me. I was still ready for the main course. Without a word to Rick, I began to gently stroke his cock with only the tips of my fingers, and I was gratified when that rod grew hard again in mere moments. Slowly, I moved down his body until I could reach his cock with my mouth. I began to suck him again, moving at a less frenzied pace now that we’d both already achieved our first orgasms. I wanted to draw out the pleasure for him, until his whole body hummed. Using only my lips, I stroked his cock from head to base. As he grew to his full length once more, this move became impossible, but I did my best. I deep throated him until he was panting, and then I pulled off and began to work him with my fist while I talked to him.

“I told you I never miss a drop,” I said. “Right?” I paused and licked his cock again, lubing him up for my fist.

He nodded, his eyes glazed with desire.

“But I lied. This time, I want to miss all of the drops. I want you to splatter your come all over your chest, and then I want to pretend I’m a little pussycat and lick you clean.”

He groaned and reached for my head, pushing me back into position, but I had a different plan. Quickly, I pulled away and got between the “V” of his legs. Now I began to lick his balls, really lapping at each one before drawing them into my mouth. I made slurping hungry sounds as I sucked, and Rick was soon groaning loudly, even begging me to let him come. But I refused. I wanted to bring him to the limits of his reality and then push him right into fantasyland of the best fucking blowjob of his entire life.

Rick started whispering to me as I sucked on his balls. “Oh, God, that feels so fucking good. You are so good at that. I’ve never felt anything like that before.” Poor Rick, I thought. You just haven’t met the right kinds of girls.

I took a break and deep throated him some more before going back to his balls again. I licked the space behind them, that special spot between his asshole and his balls, and Rick arched his back and spread his legs even wider to give me proper access. I knew he was having a difficult time controlling himself. When I licked his cockhead again, I could taste his salty pre come, and I knew he was getting close. That gave me a new idea. I climbed on top of him in a reverse cowgirl, so I could keep stroking his balls while I rode him. Looking over my shoulder at Rick, I said, “Don’t worry. I won’t let you climax inside me. I need to taste your come again. I’m just adding my pussy juices so I can taste myself when I suck you.”

Rick seemed to have lost his ability to speak. I bounced on his rod several times and then hopped off and resumed my position between his legs. His cock was now flavored with my juices, and I cooed about how sweet we tasted together.

“Please,” Rick whispered. “Suck me hard.”

“No,” I said, feeling ornery. “I won’t. I’m going to suck you soft.”

Rick beat his fists on the sheet as I ramped down the pressure I’d been giving him. This is just one of the ways I like to tease guys. Make them think that they’ll blow at any second, and then force them to teeter on the brink for a time that must seem endless. Rick was steadily leaking pre come now. He clearly needed to climax, but I wasn’t ready. I licked him clean once more, and then I slid back on top of his cock, this time facing him.

“You’re such a little tease,” he said as my tits dangled in front of his face.

“And you love it,” I said, smiling as he began to nip and kiss my breasts. It was as if having something in his own mouth made it easier for him to stave off his impending orgasm, because he seemed to relax into the pleasure for a moment, suckling on my nipples first the right, then the left. I was the one who grew breathless now. I have to say, I liked how the power seemed to slide back and forth between us. At first, I was in charge then he was. We both seemed at ease in either role taking the reins or releasing them.

“Let’s see how well you do in a similar situation,” Rick said, and he flipped us so that I was on my back beneath him and he was pounding hard into my pussy. I felt myself on the verge of orgasm, when Rick gave me an evil grin and pulled out.

“No,” I whined, “wait!”

“See?” he teased me. “See how it feels?”

“Just fuck me some more.”

“No.” He sat back in the bed looking at me while he stroked his cock, which was now glistening wet with my own juices.

I pouted at him, desperate for more. How had he taken over so quickly? “Then let me suck you again?” I asked.

“No,” he said, and then he dove between my legs, pushing my thighs wide apart and licking my pussy. He made sure not to touch my clit. I think he knew that even a single stroke would probably get me off. Instead, he put his tongue up inside me, and then he moved me so that my legs were bent, giving him access to both my pussy and my asshole. I had a flash of what he was going to do a second before I felt his tongue circle my tiny back hole.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered. “Oh, please.”

He started rimming me, and I was in instant heaven. I felt as if I didn’t know which way was up. He used his fingertips to continue to coax more juices from my pussy as his tongue licked and lapped at my backdoor.

Only when I was keening under my breath, begging for release, did Rick give it to me. With his tongue tricking around my back hole, he pinched my clit and brought me to my climax. I lay panting on the bed in stunned shock as he moved to my side. He gave me one look of pure satisfaction he liked that he had gotten me off again before I’d made good on my promise. Now I was up to bat. I rose to the challenge, bending over his body so that I could suck his cock, and using my own hands this time to gently stroke his balls and that spot behind them. Rick shivered all over, and I felt his cock grow even larger in my throat, although I wouldn’t have thought that was possible. He filled my throat as I worked him, moving my head up down until he said, “Now! I’m going to come now.”

I pulled back and he splattered his chest and stomach, just as I’d wanted him to do. Then, fulfilling my half of the bargain, I bent to clean away every drop of the semen that had decorated his well muscled chest and flat belly.

I looked at him as I licked at him, and he was smiling at me. “Never miss a drop, huh?” he asked as I finished my job.

“It’s a motto I live by,” I told him. “Now, let’s break out the champagne.”

Even though the clock hadn’t yet chimed six, I’d been up for a few hours. Insomnia tends to eat my nights, especially when I’m working on a deadline. I’m a writer, and I find that although the early morning can be lonely, my best work often occurs while most of the world is asleep. But coffee makes the darkness sublime, and I like to spend an hour or so before dawn sitting on our front deck and sipping French Roast.

When Michael’s at home, he sleeps in. He’s a long distance trucker who loves his marital bed. As far as I can tell, insomnia never plagues him. He has no demon characters to worry his mind. But he has a sprite me who sometimes makes her way into his dreams.

Generally, he opens his sleepy eyes to a cup of coffee waiting for him at the side of his bed. I leave his favorite mug there as soon as I hear him start to stir. When he’s ready for conversation, he calls out, “Freshen that up, love?” and I come into the room and sit on the foot of his bed and talk about where he’ll be driving to next.

This morning, I had a different instinct. I drank my coffee and poured a mug for him, as usual. But I brought the java into the room before he’d even started to move in the blankets. As the first rays of light hit the room, I crawled into bed with him, mouth open, and found his morning wood.

From the moment my warm lips closed around his cock, I knew he was awake. His body tensed and the muscles in his thighs tightened. I felt him put his hands on top of my head over the thin blanket as I started to bob up and down.

“Oh, God,” Michael groaned, his hips raising upward. “What are you doing to me, Shelly?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Not with my mouth all full of his cock like that. Besides, it was more than clear to both of us what I was doing, wasn’t it? I was sucking his rock hard cock to the root, working in the sensual manner of the girls in the porn movies we like to watch together, doing my best to make my lips hit the very base of his rod as I rocketed up and down.

Michael was making noises that sounded animalistic as I backed off his cock and started to nibble his balls. I used my fist for a moment to jack him while I gave his sac little tiny love bites. Then I resumed my original position, deep throating him beneath the sheets.

The space I was in was warm and cozy. The blanket surrounded me completely, but since the weather had been mild, we only had our lightest layer on the bed, so the light filtered into my undercover paradise. I continued to suck Michael with gusto, and I found myself growing more aroused with each and every lick. Although he couldn’t see what I was doing, I groaned when I slid one hand between my own thighs and started to play with myself while I worked him.

Michael began to actively participate. He gripped me under the blanket and moved my body. I understood what he wanted, and I helped him out. I shifted so that I was lying on top of him in a sixty nine position, and I shivered when he threw off both the blanket and rumpled bedsheet to have better access to my body.

He didn’t tell me what he was going to do before he did it. He simply pulled me so that he could reach my pussy and began echoing the movements to me that I was doing to him. When I sucked him deep and hard, he licked my clit the same way, spiraling me into instant pleasure. When I kissed his cock with a soft and gentle motion, he treated my sex to a similar sensation. I liked that I could control how hard or soft he was working me, and I started focusing on my own pleasure as much as his. I don’t mean that in a selfish manner. I only mean that I was extremely aware that every action has an equal reaction. Wasn’t it Newton who said that? I wondered as I blew him. Could he possibly have been talking about oral sex at dawn?

I would have laughed at the thought, but I couldn’t do anything except suck, so I sucked even harder, and Michael let me know he was reaching his limits. He gripped my swollen clit between his lips and then rapped his tongue right against that hot button. Pleasure slammed through me, and I came like a wild thing against his mouth, thrashing as the climax lit me up.

“Oh, God,” I groaned, letting his cock slip from my lips. “Oh, fuck.”

Michael allowed me to relax and catch my breath before he bumped my lips with the head of his cock, demanding re entrance. But now I was ready for something new. I kissed his cockhead sweetly, then flipped around and impaled myself on his rod. We were facing each other for the first time of the morning, and Michael smiled at me, his lips still wet and glossy with my juices.

“Good morning, babe,” he said as I ground my hips against his. I smiled back at him but didn’t stop. He deserved to get off with the same amount of intensity that I’d already wrung from him. I pounded my body against his, and then leaned forward so he could kiss and lick my breasts.

He did so immediately. Michael has always enjoyed playing with my breasts while he fucks me. He took turns licking my nipples, and then he used his hands to sweep my tits together, cupping them forcefully so he could rub his face back and forth between them.

When I felt his cock seem to swell even larger inside me, I hopped back off and drew the head into my mouth once more. While Michael made fists at his side and lifted his hips, I drank every drop of his come down my throat. He seemed to shoot for longer than usual, but I didn’t miss a bit of his cream. Then I licked my lips and sat back up in bed, like I always do on the mornings he’s in town. With a happy sigh, Michael reached for the mug I’d left at the side of the bed, and he drank in silence for a few minutes. I watched him happily. I love when Michael’s in town.

He set his empty mug down on the bedside table and looked at me. “Freshen that up, love?” he asked, a gleam in his eyes. Somehow I knew he wasn’t talking about the French Roast.

I bent down to take his cock back in my mouth one more time, knowing that the java could wait.

Ms. Shelly R., Via E Mail

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, hungry for a snack. However, it isn’t potato chips or mint chocolate chip ice cream that I find myself craving. Rather, it’s the treat nestled between my girlfriend’s legs.

Lucky for me, we have an understanding that if I’m jonesing for some pussy, it’s okay to wake her, regardless of the hour. After all, Dayna benefits from my expert cunnilingus just as much if not more than I do. And, of course, it doesn’t hurt that I wake her in the best way possible: with my mouth. Best yet, she always returns the favor sometimes even while I’m still eating her pussy in the form of a sexy sixty nine.

Last night, I woke up at 3 a.m. with a raging hard on and one thing on my mind: Dayna’s cunt. For a moment, I contemplated letting her sleep and jerking off to relieve myself, but the demands of my cock and my growing hunger for her were far too great. So I quietly crept beneath the sheets down to her feet and ran my tongue along one delicate arch. In response, she shifted slightly but didn’t awake I guess she was pretty tired. That didn’t deter me. I just wrapped my lips around her big toe and gave it a thorough suck.

Now she whimpered, so I could tell she was aroused, but she didn’t wake up all the way. I placed kisses on her silky smooth flesh, breathing in her heady scent as I slowly neared my target. She moaned when I was just inches from her sex, letting me know she was fully awake, and though it was tempting to dive right in, I didn’t want to rush so I continued gradually traveling upward.

As I dragged my tongue over her flat belly, I felt her muscles ripple beneath it, and then I moved even farther north, eventually reaching her perky tits. I stayed there for a while, licking circles around her crinkled areolas. Then I zeroed in on the rigid tips and nibbled lightly until she groaned and arched her back so high that she practically thrust her whole breast into my mouth.

Knowing she was totally turned on now, I abandoned her heaving chest to kiss her. Her lips opened to mine, and she sucked my tongue hungrily, relaying that she was as ravenous as I was. I was straddling her torso, and her hips were undulating beneath me in the motions of sex, and since my dick, just inches from her entryway, was ramrod stiff and throbbing mercilessly, I contemplated sinking it into her. But then I thought about the tasty juices pouring from my girlfriend’s pussy, and all thoughts of fucking her disappeared completely.

Pre come oozed from my prick as I switched course and made my way back to her center. I sent my dick a silent message to be patient, especially since I no longer had much control over the situation. Dayna’s hands were now on my head, urging me downward, which helped because it was dark beneath the blankets. I also used her scent as a guide, and I knew I’d reached my mark when her heady perfume was the strongest.

I settled in between her knees and placed butterfly like kisses on her hairless mound. She’d gone for a waxing earlier that day, and I could still smell the sweet aroma of the soothing talcum powder on her denuded flesh. Her skin felt impossibly soft as I ran my lips over it, and I guess I lingered a moment too long because my impatient girlfriend asked, in a voice that was hoarse with lust, “So when are you gonna eat me?”

Like she even had to ask . . . I felt my cock swell as I licked up the line of her slit, and she opened her legs wider, her labia peeling back in the process. Now her entire sex was accessible, and I took advantage by first sucking on the puffed outer lips and then moving inward to do the same to her more delicate inner petals.

Threading her fingers through my hair, Dayna grasped my scalp as I settled in for a good, long session of cunnilingus. At first, I used only the tip of my tongue to traverse the glistening purplish pink flesh of her cunt, which quivered at my touch. Then I stiffened it and thrust it in and out of her juicy hole, fucking her like I would have with my cock. She begged for more, so I then used my fingers, inserting two to the bottom knuckle and stroking her from inside as I returned to sucking on her slippery labia.

When I’d built her excitement to the breaking point, I licked her clit, feeling it pulse beneath my tongue. My dick twitched in response, growing more desperate for attention as the act of going down on Dayna had its usual effect on my libido. It was time to move things along, so I ringed Dayna’s clitoris a few more times as I finger fucked her, knowing that those last few moments were the calm before the storm.

I zeroed in on her clit once more. Her body tensed the second my tongue touched down on the stiffened nub. At first, I just flicked her button back and forth as I repeatedly plunged my fingers deep into her hole, and I was immediately rewarded with a torrent of juices that I gulped down happily. However, that barely whet my appetite, so I wrapped my lips around the quivering flesh and sucked it good.

Dayna bucked her hips wildly, and her pussy crashed against my face. I moved with her so that our contact was never broken and I could continue eating her through her orgasm. More fluids dripped down my chin as she thrashed around. I could hear her mewling above me as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body, and I sucked her as hard and for as long as I could, ecstatic that I’d made her come so hard.

Then her sounds switched to gasps as she struggled to catch her breath. I never decreased my ministrations on her cunt, wanting the moment to last as long as possible. But I knew she was well past her peak and growing too sensitive for my touch when she pushed me off her and then quickly wriggled out from beneath my body. As I settled back on the mattress, I had a good idea of what was coming next, and she proved me right when she then joined me under the covers.

She started by giving me a really long, wet, sloppy kiss, sucking her own salty essence off my tongue. Next, she kissed her way down my body, mimicking the course I’d taken with her moments before. She even took the time to stimulate my nipples with her lips and then gently nibbled on them. Finally, she trailed farther south, ending her journey at my dick.

She hovered over my cock, warming it with her breath as she panted softly. She then swabbed her tongue over the head, before wrapping her lips around my entire bulbous crown. My asscheeks clenched as she sucked my knob, and though my prick remained upright on its own volition, she wrapped her fingers around the base to keep it steady. It twitched at the added attention, and Dayna’s response was to tighten her grip and start pumping my shaft.

Dayna’s tongue swished back and forth along the ridge beneath my cockhead as her fist moved over my shaft. After a few more swipes and pumps, she settled her hand down at my root, flush against my pubic hair, and began lowering her mouth on my length. I knew I was in for a treat when she threw a leg over both of mine to straddle my legs, because that usually means that I’m about to get deep throated.

Dayna’s lips, in the form of an “O,” slid down my shaft, and her tongue traced the vein that ran along its underside. I didn’t know how long I could hold out, considering that going down on her had already elevated my arousal so much.

Her soft lips grazed me as she began bobbing her head up and down. Her flattened tongue left a streak of saliva on my skin, which felt slightly cool whenever she reached the top of my pole and spent a moment suckling my plush crown. Then she’d inevitably return to the bottom, relaxing her throat muscles so she could bury my entire length in her throat.

Suddenly, she began to hum, and I was done for. Her melody resonated right through me, and my ass flew up off the mattress. Luckily, Dayna knew me well enough to be prepared and moved along with me, managing to keep my dick lodged deep in her throat. She was also ready for the deluge of fluids that coursed over her gullet the second my floodgates burst open, and she swallowed down my semen handily.

I fed her a few more volleys of cream, but most of my load arrived in that first gigantic blast. My body trembled through my entire orgasm as my head whipped back and forth, and only when my balls were depleted did she remove her lips from my softening prick. Then she gave me one last kiss good night and was soon once again slumbering beside me, with me quickly following suit.

Mr. Jack K., Boulder, Colorado

Monday morning I stopped by my coworker s house to give her a lift, since her car was in the shop. The door was unlocked, so I went in and heard the shower running. When the shower stopped I called out to let Peg know I was there, and she asked me to bring her a towel from the dryer as there were no clean ones in the bathroom. I came back with the news that there were no dry towels, then grinningly volunteered to lick her dry.

From the silence that followed, I wondered if I d gone too far again. I d been making advances toward Peg for months, and though we often ate lunch together and talked about sex cunnilingus, especially she never accepted my date offers. Finally, she called out, Okay, Lenny, you ve been telling me how good you are for months. Let s see what you ve got. Stand in front of the bathroom door facing away with your eyes shut and your hands behind your back.

I did as she said and moments later heard the door open behind me. Peg proceeded to tie my hands and blindfold me with what felt like satin sashes. She told me that I wouldn t be needing my hands and that I hadn t earned the right to see her nude yet. Turning me toward her, she said she would be in charge and would guide my face to the areas that needed drying. I readily agreed. With that, Peg took my head in her hands and lowered my mouth to her abdomen.

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My husband, Nick, has a rule that if I go without panties, I will get what I deserve. Of course, what I deserve is subject to the whims of the man of the house. Sometimes, he decides that what I deserve is a nice, hard bare bottom spanking. Other times, he deems that what I truly deserve is to be soundly fucked up against the wall. I love the not knowing almost as much as discovering what surprise he has planned, which is why I often tease him by going commando. Then I wait and see what he decrees.

Today was different, though. Today, I got dressed and put on a pair of knickers, not even considering going without. Why? Because I had a big presentation a few hours in the future, and I would not have been comfortable standing in front of peers with no undies on. Not even if nobody but Nick knew my secret.

“Take those off, Jesse,” Nick said from the bed.

“Why?”

“Just do it and get your sweet ass over here.”

I didn’t hesitate. I slid the panties off and walked to the bed. Nick gripped me in his big arms and tossed me down next to him on the mattress. Very slowly, he slid his fingers up under my skirt. He knew I didn’t have panties on. He’d told me himself to take the panties off. Yet he still put an “oh, look what we have here” expression on his handsome face.

“No panties,” he said, “you know what that means.”

As I said, no panties can equal many different things, so I waited silently for him to tell me.

“I guess I’m having breakfast in bed.”

With those delicious words, he pushed my skirt to my waist and parted my thighs. I lay back against the pillows, sighing from the first touch of his tongue on my naked pussy. Nick likes me to keep my parts smooth and sleek. The sensation of his tongue on my bare skin had me juicy from the initial lap against my nether lips. When he poked his tongue between my lips to tap on my clit, I grabbed his shoulders and beat my hips against him.

“Now, now,” he said, pushing me back into position. “You stay still. Let me do the work.”

This was damn near impossible for me. He wanted me not to move while he tricked his tongue in naughty little circles like that? How did he expect me to do that?

“If you do what I say, I’ll give you a reward,” he promised.

My body stilled. I like rewards. I wondered what Nick was hinting at. In seconds, I figured it out. He wet one of his fingers with the silky juice from my pussy and then began to circle my anus with his fingertip.

Oh, holy hell. I love when Nick teases me in two holes at once. He knows how much I adore this feeling. I took a deep breath, and then I promised I would do what he said.

“You will? You’ll stay entirely still?” he asked, not sounding as if he believed me.

“Like a mannequin,” I assured him.

“We’ll see,” he said evilly. Oh, so now the game was that he’d told me to behave, promised me sweet delights if I could, but then planned on making me fail. I am a competitive person, always up for a good challenge. I assured myself I would not move a muscle. Nick began by kissing and nibbling the insides of my thighs. I hummed under my breath, but I stayed as still as stone. Next, he returned to thrusting his tongue between my swollen pussy lips. I sighed and moaned, but I did not move. He used his hands to spread my lips wide apart, and then he circled my clit with his lips. Oh, that felt good. Normally, I’d be thrashing around on the mattress in spasms of pleasure. But I clenched my fists and did deep breathing exercises instead. When he sucked on my clit as if it was a piece of hard candy, I finally began to tremble.

To make matters worse or better, depending on your point of view he started slowly tracing his fingertip around my asshole while he continued to suck my clit. That was unfair tactics, because the two sensations together made me come. Yet somehow, I didn’t make noise. I didn’t call his name. I didn’t even shake the bed. But I did move. How could I not? It felt as if my whole body was climaxing as if it were trying to get me back for making my muscles stay so still while he’d teased me.

Luckily, Nick was so aroused by then, he didn’t seem to notice. He quickly flipped me over so I was facedown on the mattress, spread my asscheeks wide apart, and began to give me my reward.

And oh, what a reward! I love when Nick eats my ass. There’s something so decadent about it, but the part I like best is the fact that Nick loves it. He enjoys pressing his face deep between my cheeks, getting right up in there the way some men eat pussy. He licked and sucked and nibbled on my hole, and then he pressed his tongue way up inside me. I knew I was going to come again. I felt the orgasm beginning. Nick lifted his head and said, “Talk to me while I rim you, Jesse. Tell me how you’re feeling.”

Speaking when I’m on the verge of climaxing is almost impossible for me. Yet Nick was pleasuring me so sweetly, I knew I had to at least try to make him happy.

“I love when you run your tongue around my hole like that,” I said.

“Which hole?”

“My asshole.”

He did exactly what I described, and I felt the syrupy wetness from my pussy pooling beneath me.

“And I like when you touch my clit while you’re sucking my ass,” I continued, realizing he would probably do the things I was saying.

Like magic, Nick began stroking my still quivering clit while licking my backdoor.

“But what I like most is when I can play with your cock while you do this to me,” I said.

Ha! That was me taking back a little of the power. Nick immediately stripped off his pajama bottoms and swiveled us into a new position. He was under me now, and I was face to face with his cockhead. He kept eating my ass, and I spit on my hand and jacked his erect cock. Each spiral of his tongue on my hole won him a stroke of my tight fist on his shaft. When he mashed his face inside of my ass and made me come, I shuddered all over, then pulled away and began to seriously blow him. I sucked his cock as hard and well as he’d eaten my pussy and asshole. It didn’t take long at all for Nick to reach his peak, and he stiffened and then thrust, filling my mouth with his load.

We were both breathless and sticky afterward, and I knew I’d need to take a shower and redress before heading out for my meeting.

“Remember,” Nick said as I stumbled toward the bathroom. “Don’t wear panties today, Jesse.”

“I’ve got a big meeting,” I reminded him, shocked.

“Yeah, but I’ve got another surprise for you when you get home.”

We locked eyes for a moment, and then he winked. Like I said, one of my favorite parts about this game is not knowing what will happen next.

I wore a long skirt to the office to hide my secret and I wondered all day what delights he’d surprise me with when I got home.

Ms. Jesse R., Sparks, Nevada

My friend Scott always goes on and on about how much he loves to eat pussy. He’s constantly telling me about how many women he’s eaten, how good he is at cunnilingus and how women he’s been with never forget his talented tongue. I’ve listened to him brag about his oral skills for so many years that I can almost recite his spiel verbatim. The last time he started talking about his fondness for pussy eating and his incredible skills I knew what I had to do to shut him up.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” I told him, knowing he’d never in a million years want to eat a girl’s pussy while I watched him. What I wasn’t counting on, though, was how willing he would be to demonstrate his skills on me.

“Oh, you’ll see it all right,” he said smugly, before leaning over and pulling me to him for a kiss. Scott’s lips didn’t linger on mine for long, though. After giving me one of the best kisses of my life, he started to move down my body. It felt like I was in the middle of a hazy erotic dream the moment hardly seemed real, until he reached my waist, pushed me back on the couch and hurried to unbutton my jeans. Then it became very real and very sexy.

It only took Scott a few seconds to pull off my pants and my lacy black panties. In all the years I’d known him, I’d never imagined something sexual happening between us. Though now that it was, I found myself turned on, having long been curious about what he was really like in bed. I’d heard more than a few stories about his sexual prowess mostly from him and I was dying to see if he lived up to the hype.

When I felt his breath on my pussy, I moaned quietly and fisted my hands in the hem of my t shirt. Scott noticed my reaction and looked up at me with a wicked grin, and a moment later I felt a lot more than his breath on my pussy.

Scott began to lick me gently, his tongue slowly tracing up and down my lips. It felt nice, but it was nothing extraordinary I was still waiting to be wowed. Lucky for me, Scott didn’t disappoint. As soon as his tongue slipped past my pussy lips and pushed inside me, I knew he was as talented as he’d always claimed. His tongue thrust and twirled inside my cunt, hitting all the right spots and making me cry out in ecstasy and he was just getting started.

I purred with pleasure as Scott’s tongue burrowed deeper into me, but that wasn’t the only thing he used to tease me. He brought his fingers into play as well, gently stroking my mound with one hand while a finger from his other moved up and down between my butt cheeks, getting closer to my asshole. I love having my ass played with, especially when my pussy’s being eaten, a fact I’d never shared with my friend. But he seemed to know, instinctually, exactly what I wanted.

When the tip of his index finger pressed against my asshole, my whole body quivered and shook, and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. I’d never climaxed so quickly not from oral sex, and not from anything else, either. But Scott wasn’t done with me yet.

I was still recovering from my first earth shattering orgasm when Scott’s finger retreated from my asshole so he could use his hands to spread my legs. As he held my thighs apart, he started working his mouth more frantically over my entire pussy. His tongue stayed between my lips for a minute before he turned his attention to my sensitive clit. He licked my hard button gently, his tongue wide and flat as it moved over me. He was warming me up, gradually readying me for the pleasure that was coming my way.

Several long laps were followed by a few short flicks from the tip of his tongue. The harder, faster movements of his tongue sent jolts of pleasure through my body, but right when I thought he was going to bring me to climax again, he’d switch back to slow, gentle licks.

My fingers curled around the edge of the couch and dug into the cushion as he worked me over with his tongue. He had me moaning again in no time, and soon I was thrusting my hips against his mouth, trying to get even closer to him.

Scott kept his mouth on my clit, alternating between licking and sucking, while he moved one hand from my thigh to my slit. He slipped a digit between my lips and pumped it in and out. It was soon followed by a second finger, and then a third. His fingers stroked the inner walls of my pussy, curving to hit my G spot every few thrusts. It felt incredible! I was experiencing so much pleasure that I couldn’t tell whether the internal or external stimulation was causing it. All I knew was that my body was on fire and I was on the verge of another major explosion. I focused on all of the wonderful sensations he was causing, knowing that it would lead to an incredible climax.

He continued to suck my clit as his fingers pressed against my G spot, and that was it. I was so turned on that I squirted when I came, sending a wave of juice over his hand as he kept stroking my inner walls.

He didn’t stop playing with my cunt until he’d drained me of every last drop of juice. But even though he was done with me, I was just getting started. As soon as Scott pulled away from me, a smug smirk on his juice covered face, I was on the move. I stripped off the rest of my clothes, then turned to Scott and unzipped his jeans. He quickly lifted his ass from his seat so he could pull his pants and boxers down and free his rock hard dick.

His cock bobbed in front of my face for a minute as I studied it. It was long and thick, and a drop of pre come clung to the tip. I gripped the shaft with both hands and leaned in to get my first taste of him. I took the head into my mouth and started sucking immediately.

Scott’s cock was so thick it easily filled my mouth, but I was still able to move my tongue, and I swirled it around the head. I traced the ridge that ran around the tip of his dick, and he groaned low and loud, a sound that assured me he was enjoying himself.

I took Scott’s dick as deep as I could, one hand squeezing and stroking him at the base while my other hand moved back to play with his balls. My tongue continued to dance over his shaft, too, tracing the veins that zigzagged over his cock. His was probably the biggest dick I’d ever sucked, and it was a challenge to try to take him further into my mouth. I love to deep throat, too, but Scott was too big for me to handle which was so hot!

I pulled back a bit and focused on his cockhead again, now so turned on that I wanted to get him off as quickly as possible. As my mouth paid special attention to the tip of his dick, I kept one hand on his shaft and the other on his balls, jerking and fondling him in time with my twirling tongue. When Scott started thrusting his hips up off the couch and fucking my mouth, I knew he was getting close. I sucked hard on the very tip of his cock and sped up my hand’s pumping on his shaft. It wouldn’t be long before I tasted my reward.

In less than a minute, Scott came, sending a hot stream of come down my throat. I happily sucked it down, keeping my mouth sealed around his dick until I was sure I’d gotten every drop.

When I sat up again, Scott and I stared at each other for a minute, neither of us sure what to say. We sat in awkward silence for a moment before I finally told him, “You were right.” He looked at me quizzically, as if he’d forgotten what had led to our sudden suckfest, and then he started to laugh.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he said, obviously impressed.

It took us only another few minutes before we moved to my bedroom and actually fucked. For the record, he was as good with his cock as he was with his tongue. But I’m not planning on telling him that anytime soon. I think I want him to prove himself again.

Ms. Justine W., Yonkers, New York