Evening Erotica

HAUSEMAID WANTED

2009-08-04T11:26:00.000-07:00

Help wanted: housemaid. Some experience helpful but not necessary. References are required. Live-in or not, though preferred to live in. Exhausted mom with 3 children needs assistance. Respond via Times-Union Ad box #184 Atlanta, Ga 30013. Hmmm. It read simple enough. Obviously this lady was in sure distress. And best of all, it sounded like it would fit my needs perfectly. Especially the live-in part. I had so been longing to get out from under my parent’s roof. Have some freedom . Some liberty without reservation or questions. Maybe I could even have time to find the love of my life. Lets see… in response to your ad for a housemaid. I am 28 years old and have limited experience with children but love them. I am a fairly good cook and excellent housekeeper.

At present I am living with my parents and would definitely consider a live-in position. My references can be found below and I am anxious to hear from you. Contact me at 555-3057 anytime. Okay so now the wheels are in motion. Hopefully I could land this job. I sure needed something to uplift my spirits since my last job fell through. Two days later I got a call from this harried housewife/mother. She definitely sounded in need of some help and invited me over for an interview and to get to know the children. So with a bit of anticipation, I dressed casually and drove over to the address she had given me on the phone. What a lovely quaint home. It seemed large enough to accommodate an extended family. A lot more than I would want to have to clean alone too. But that wasn’t the issue. She needed my help more with the children than anything. With my best smile painted on, I strode to the front door and rang the doorbell.

A young woman answered the door and before I could say anything, she took my hand and led me inside. Her home was humble and neat. It didn’t look like she needed help in the housekeeping department at all. She led me into a large den-like area and we began the process of idle chit-chat, just kind of getting to know one another. After a while, she called the children over and introduced me to them. A little rambunctious, but otherwise typical children. They seemed easy enough to care for. After giving her a more complete list of my references, she excused herself and went to get something to drink for us. She invited me out on the pool deck and we sat and talked for what seemed forever. But at the end of the conversation, the result was that I would move in at my earliest convenience. Meaning later today. I returned only a few hours later with the biggest portion of my clothing, a few electronics I chose to bring and a some books to read at night. She led me to a room upstairs next to her own bedroom. Wow! I had never had a room with two walk-in closets in it.

A large queen-sized bed was the main focal point and soft billowy sheer curtains framed the windows. It looked just like a fairy-tale boudoir. After putting away my belongings in the dresser and at least one of the closets, I couldn’t get the second one open, I went downstairs and saw that she had already prepared dinner for the five of us. Although the children were showing off a bit since a new person was in the house, dinner was pleasant. I cleared the table after dinner and set myself about to do the dishes while she coaxed the children upstairs for baths and bed. An hour later, we were finally in quiet peace. She told me that her husband had taken this new job and was overseas at least two weeks a month and that’s why she had placed the ad.

Seeking companionship more than anything else since it was so difficult to get out of the house with three small children. She had full lips and as she spoke, they moved in fluid-like motion. Her eyes were deep and tinted green, obviously from contacts. Her auburn hair was medium in length and she was petite in build. Striking… that’s how most men would refer to her I’m sure. And she was that indeed. How odd that I could find myself gazing at her this way. I could also feel her looking at my own imperfect features. Though I had put on a few pounds, I felt I was still attractive to men. But I had taken on a simplicity about my manner of makeup, rarely taking the time to smear it on. But I don’t think she was seeing that. I could feel her eyes burning through me, almost to the point of exposing my naked flesh to her. For a brief moment, I thought she would come over and touch me. Or maybe I hoped she would?

I could feel a warmth inside as we talked into the night about her marriage and life and mine as well. She was as good a talker as she was a listener and I felt a special kindred with her before the night drew to a close. We headed upstairs, each to her respective bedroom and said our goodnights. I closed my door behind me as I began removing my clothes and dressing for bed. Putting on a simple nightgown, I snuggled beneath the covers and recapped my day mentally. This was going to be a great job here. And since my employer was also going to become my dear friend, I knew this was going to be a great friendship as well. I sank into my pillow and drifted into a light slumber. My dreams were unusual and reflected my days events. I was deep in a dream when I heard the creaking of a door and saw a stream of light cross the foot of the bed. Oh, I just wanted to make sure you were comfy in here.

I know how hard it can be to sleep in a different bed, she said as she closed the closet door behind her. No wonder that door wouldn’t open. It must have been a pass-through to her bedroom and not a closet at all. She stood there in her negligee, white lace as it was. Skimpy to say the least. And I could see the length of her legs and the fullness of her breasts. She was quite a desirable woman and I felt a flush course through my body as she neared my bed. Near speechless, I watched as she sat on the edge of my bed. Her face was lowered and when she raised it, I could see a tear forming on her cheek. She didn’t have to utter a single word. I knew the loneliness was the hardest part for her. I sat up and placed my arm about her shoulders and tried to comfort her. And she responded by snuggling a little closer. I could smell her heady perfume and it almost gave me a drunk sensation. But what a pleasant aroma. Kind of floral-woodsy. She nestled closer in my arms and wept softly, never saying a word. I could feel her warm breath against my neck as she dripped icy tears across my chest. Each tear running in a trail between my firm breasts that almost tantalized and teased me.

She raised her face and in an instant her lips were pressed to mine, gently, longingly. I found myself returning her tender kiss, our tongues entwining themselves one with another. I had never had an encounter of this type and felt almost ashamed. But it came so natural to us. Feeling her hands about my head as she ran her fingers through my hair and pulled me into her. My heart raced as I tried to stop. Yet I wanted this. I had fantasized before about how it would be to share intimacy with another woman and here it was unfolding right in my lap. She broke away from our tender sweet kiss and slid her soft lips down the side of my neck and along the length of my shoulder. I could feel an eruption of cold chills as she placed tiny kisses everywhere she traced her lips.

Gently laying back on the bed, I allowed her to touch me as her will commanded. I became submissive to her and she lightly showered me with her touch. Her fingers were like fire against my flesh as she eased my nightgown off my shoulders. A soft sigh escaped my lips as she placed her lips around my erect nipple. So much desire! Even as she caringly nibbled on my breast, I reached and lovingly took her own tiny breast in my hand, feeling the hardened tips of her nipple as my thumb and forefinger warmly rolled it. A surge of warmth coursed through my body as I felt my panties becoming so moist. I pressed my body closer to her and she encircled my waist with her arms and lay with her warm body next to mine.

The embrace seemed to last an eternity and we just clung tightly to one another, soaking in the loving touches we exchanged. I found myself following her guide and taking more daring approaches to this fantasy-like event. She slid herself downward and positioned herself between my parted legs. Lovingly, she planted soft moist kisses along my inner thighs and I moaned deeply. She continued her downward trek, leaving only moist traces and fire-hot sensations behind, I felt a tremble forming in my body. I closed my eyes and envisioned doing just these things to her… making her long for me as I long for her. Wanting so desperately to reach orgasm. She reached my knees and suddenly, without warning, planted her face deep in my crotch. She reached her hands beneath me and cupped my cheeks as she drew my body up and closer to her. I could feel her tongue searching, tracing the outlines of my moistened lips. She gently nudged then sucked on my clit. What a rush of sensation!

Many men had gone down on me before, but it wasn’t like this at all! I felt myself grinding my hips into her face. She lifted her right leg and passed it over my legs. Before I knew it, she had spun completely around and had spread her legs over my head, offering her pussy to my hungry waiting mouth. In perfect unison, we licked and sucked one another. I could feel her responding well to my searching tongue, gently riding my face and allowing me to taste the full length of her hot juicy pussy. It wasn’t long before we were both nearing orgasm. I could only imagine the flow of her cum as she dripped it all over my face. Then it happened. She lunged her body forward and thrust her hips deeper into my face.

I placed my lips around her throbbing cunt, sucking and drank up her juices, the savor causing me to cum. I could feel her tongue pressing deeper into my pussy as it jerked and pulsed. She eagerly fucked me with her tongue until I felt I could cum no more. Then just as tenderly as that first kiss, she slowly raised up and turned back around to face me. Neither felt a sense of remorse. She softly kissed my lips again and I could taste my own juices still on her cum-soaked lips. She ran her tongue over my face, as if to clean away any drops of her cum that remained. We lay there for hours just touching and loving one another. Enjoying the afterglow, almost getting swept away into it all over. I was going to love this job I thought as I lay there next to her.

The Classmate

2009-08-02T09:45:00.000-07:00

This semester should be pretty easy, I thought as I scurried to find a decent parking space. Taking classes to obtain my Master's is fulfilling, although last semester had been quite a stretch. Two nights a week, three hours a night after working a full eight hours a day was becoming quite stressful. My husband, bless his heart, had understood, he always did. Michael was a very lovable man, the main reason I loved, married, and respected him although I daydream occasionally. The fantasies were occurring more often now though. Idle minds, you know. Michael wouldn't have to worry about not spending enough time with me this semester because I was taking only one class.

I found a spot right up front...I was glad I made it on time. I liked to make a good impression, especially the first day of class. As it turns out, I knew the professor, I had him a couple of semesters earlier and he seems to like me. I was sure I could pull an A out of this class. I walk in the lab; there were a couple of people that I recognized from previous classes so took a seat up front. At 32, my eyesight definitely isn't what it used to be. Then again, who wants to sit up front? Oh, there in the 3rd row was the perfect spot. I took a seat and began looking for the class website online.

As I surfed the internet, I noticed a new face walk in the class. Never seen her before I thought... I thought I knew everyone in this program. The woman took a seat across the row from me, nearly 4 workstations away. A strange feeling came over me, a feeling of loss, although I clearly had no vested interest in where this woman sat. At any rate, I returned my attention to the virtual online class the professor had created for the students. I turned and heard a soft voice whisper excuse me. Before I could turn, the woman sat down in the workstation next to me, her bookbag and purse thrown on the desk. I'm usually a very confident person, but I smiled and said hello with a coy shyness. The woman responded and returned a smile. Her eyes were light brown, strikingly beautiful. I only looked into them briefly. The woman listened intently as the professor introduced himself and covered the course syllabus.

How did you get into the website?, the woman asked. I whispered directions to allow the woman to view the information needed. I felt good that I could be helpful to this woman who at times seemed unfamiliar with navigating the page. I found that although I was happy the woman sat here, I was unsure and nervous when dealing with her. There was something warm and inviting about this woman who seemed a bit nervous herself. At any rate the class ended and we parted with a smile. Second week of class, I found myself excited to return...I would make a special effort to be nice to this woman. After all, nice never hurt... just keep your cool. I remembered a trick I had tried often on many men... look him in the eyes. Amy (formerly known as the woman) made a sarcastic remark about the professor. I responded with a big laugh. She slid her chair close, to show me an article she found...my heart beat a little faster. Surely she knows that this is uncomfortable I thought...after all, Amy was clearly in that inner circle of space that only those close to a person should invade. Amy seemed unaware of this fact, maybe she is just that type of person, very open, unaware, sensual even. Surely she doesn't know about these things and how they affect a person...or maybe she does.

Between the professor's boring lecture, she made smart remarks, quite funny. I gathered my nerve and during the next exchange, looked Amy directly in those big browns.... She quickly darted her eyes away...then back...then away again. Very confusing . Well, class is ending now...better call Michael to make sure he's ready to leave. I use the phone briefly, noticing that Amy has already left classroom. I pack my things and turn to find that Amy has backtracked...looks as if she needed to use the phone also. I tinker with my briefcase a minute and then decide to leave...but wait...Amy quickly gets off the phone. What's she up to? I wonder. Amy approaches me, making small talk. Although my car is easily accessible from the front entrance, I decide to walk with her the long way, just to entertain myself. I like this woman. It makes me uneasy. Extremely talkative, brown-eyed and a bit spacey, Amy gave off warmth that I could not resist. She's probably this way with everyone, I mean, look how she talks in class. She will have a conversation with just about anybody on just about anything. Naturally outgoing Amy...no need to read anything into that right?

Tuesday night cannot come quick enough. I get to class right on time. Amy's already there talking up a storm. It seems that the professor will be late this time. We have an hour to spare. Amy and I talk about the presentation she needs to give next week. We take time to go outside and talk about our jobs, families and even plans for the future. I like this woman...I'm attracted to her mental energy...physically, I'm attracted also. We talk a lot over the next couple of weeks. Email daily, sometimes discussing work issues, other times just to say hello. I find myself thinking of a reason to talk with her. I notice also, that she asks for advice that's work-related, but she asks for information she could have easily gotten elsewhere. Finally, I get the nerve. I have an idea, I say. Let's get together this weekend to discuss our projects...I'll be fun yet productive! Sure she replies. Do you want to come to my house? I live alone so we should have plenty of peace and quiet That'll be great! How about Saturday? What time? I said Make it around 2:00 unless you have something better to do! Amy suggests.

I show up at her house around 2:30...she seemed so happy to see me. With bookbag on my arm, I said hello to her Persian cat and commented on her beautiful home. Her home was very warm and inviting much like her personality...bright colors and lots of plants and comfortable places to be. She gave me a tour of the house. Here's the den...I spend most of my time here wishing I wasn't single she laughed. Oh Amy, you shouldn't worry about that, with your looks and great personality, you'll find a man without a problem. I commented. Well, I don't know Amy remarked, After all, I'm 30 now...I'll be an old maid soon. I'm happy though, I'd just like to spend time with someone...good friends like you make it easier, but I could also use a little sex! Hey, well...you know...I can't help you there! I blushed. She looked at me with a small grin on her face, coming closer while moving a strand of my hair from my brow. Come on now she purred, her mouth only inches from mine. Are u sure there's nothing you can do? She laughed.

My heart is beating really fast now...I can't believe she is coming on to me. Oh God, don't let me mess this up. I've wanted this woman for weeks now. Take a deep breath, calm down, be cool, think of something sexy. I swallow really hard and look at her. She is just about the sexiest thing on earth at this moment. I regain my composure and decide to call her bluff. Don't play with me woman I whisper in her ear as I lean against her, leveraging myself against the kitchen countertop. You don't know what you're getting yourself into I've known she said while staring into my full mouth. You and I both know you're not here for homework she whispers. I kiss her neck...lightly at first. Then her ear and under her chin. I can smell her, clean, fresh with a slight musk that could only be her body chemistry. As I kiss the top of her chest, just above her breast, I hear her grasp for breath. When I look up into her eyes, I notice her lip trembling slightly. Is this desire or fear? I don't want her to be afraid of this or to feel any pressure. Are you sure you want this. You can tell me to stop at any time Amy. I mean it, Jesus, you're shaking I say, grabbing her hand. I'm sorry she explained. I may be in over my head. I've had fantasies of you and I together but I must confess that I have no idea what I'm doing here Hey, come on now...this is me you're talking to. We are friends no matter what, you know. I want you more than life itself right now but I have no problem doing without this if its best for you or our friendship. Don't be silly Amy replies. I'm a big girl, I can handle it. Just promise me nothing will change between us. I love having you as a friend.

I take her hand and put it around my waist. She hugs me from behind as I lead her to the bed. Millions of thoughts run through my head. I love this woman; I feel so close to her. I want to share myself with her and to reassure her that what I feel for her could never totally manifest itself physically...our physical relationship will only be a symptom of what we truly feel for each other. As she reclines on the bed, I bend over her, gathering her hands above her head. I kiss her small mouth, gently at first, adding my tongue only when invited. My God, the smell of this woman is intoxicating. As I undo her shirt, she looks at me and smiles. I see that she is relaxing now...willing and ready to experience the pleasure I have in store for her. I unbutton her bra to reveal ripe full breasts. I lick her nipple and she responds with a mumbled groan. As I manipulate it with my tongue, I feel the excitement she is obviously giving herself to. I go lower, lower, across her belly. As I remove her pants, I put my lips on her thigh and decide to kiss my way back up to her stomach. When I pass the area around her groin, her body responds...unable to remain still. Muscles tense at the pleasure to come. I decide not to torture her and remove her underwear. Bye I use my hand to lightly touch the hair atop her sweet pussy. A mixture of blonde brown soft hair covering her clit as if to hide the treasure. I use my finger to gently glide over her pussy lips, occasionally slipping inside to feel her wetness. I'm so excited now I must kiss her mouth once more. I give her a long stroking kiss...one meant to show her how serious this was.

This is your last chance baby I breathe into her breasts as I lower myself further. She responds by kissing my mouth, then my breasts with such intensity, I know that she wants exactly what I want. As I part her vaginal lips with my tongue, I decide that she is has the sweetest taste I've ever known. I use my tongue to circle her clit several times while my fingers enter her. Only one finger at first, slowly, gently, moving in and out, feeling her inside. I finally use my full lips to gently grasp her red, swollen, clit and give it a slight tug, touching its tip with the tip of my tongue. As I release her, I use my tongue to lick upwards, from her pussy back up to her clit using a slow swirling motion. I'm so overwhelmed at how giving her pleasure is exciting me. Her hands grasp the bed with white knuckles as she cries out. Oh God...Oh God...what are you doing to me? I knew you would be like this...AAAhhhhhhh.... Oh Baby. Don't stop...please, she cries, barely audible over the sounds of my mouth plunging into her wetness.

She is so wet right now...I use my tongue and lift my head an inch above her pussy. A string of her wetness connects the tip of my tongue to her clitoris. I can sense that this will end soon. I choose to leave her clit and to use my long tongue to enter her. As I slip my tongue into her wetness, she forcefully grabs my hair and pulls, raising herself. What follows is a frantic mesh of my enjoying the very taste and smell of her.At times, she pulls my head into her, as if to devour me within herself and at other times, she tries to push me away, but my hold on her buttocks give her no relief. She cries out in a mixture of agony and pleasure. Finally,she flexes her body and I feel that she is near. I use my fingers to enter her one last time as she screams in pure ecstasy. I feel her walls spasm against my moving fingers, slowly caressing her inside, extending her pleasure. I hate to be crude but what a great fuck she has turned out to be! Her hair clings to her perspiring forehead and dewy wetness cover her entire body. As I move off her, she follows as if attached, pinning me to the bed and straddling me naturally. I'm surprised at her assertiveness although I'm somewhat amused. She giggles a bit as I playfully squeeze her ass, taking time to examine how perfectly her hips lead to her thigh. She's not one of those Ally McBealish chicks, this is a real woman. Strong, yet soft, clean and natural. I could love her if it was allowed.

Not ready to give up control, I decide that my next move's reward would be greater than its risk. You see, she was right...I'd had no intention on working on some project when I arrived today. I playfully buck her off me, in an effort to go into the next room, promising to return with nourishment. I slip on my sweat pants and T-shirt and head into the next room while she is in the bathroom. I grab a Coke and chips from the kitchen and decide that the strap-on hidden in my bag would be her next delight. I carefully put it on, covering it with my sweatpants. Before she emerges from the bathroom, I'm back in bed hiding the surprise I have for her next. She jumps back into bed gleefully thanking me for my help with her problem. My desire is building for this woman as we talk and laugh, eating chips and kissing crumbs from each other's lips. She doesn't even notice the dildo I've attached...I'm waiting for the right approach. I finally get the balls to ask Amy, really, do you trust me? Sure I do...I care about you a lot and I know you care about me she replies. Good because I'm here for you, you know. I know we joke and play a lot but this friendship is very important to me. Even when you find Mr. Right, I want us together. Amy you deserve to be happy...I'll be whatever you need me to be to make that happen I knew I loved you for some reason. I was drawn to you the very first day. That's why I switched my seat in class she whispered as she joined her lips to mine. I need to be with you again she pleaded as she lifted herself above me.

I felt the time was right, struggling to keep a clear head as she gently sucked my nipples. I have something for you I said as I removed the sweatpants, revealing the big life-like dildo I'd brought along with me. Jeez Yoli...u tryin to kill me or something she laughed throatily. Not hardly sweetie. I want to make love to you, not fuck you. I trust you Yoli...you haven't let me down so far. Have your way with me she said with a smile. As I lay her on her back, I continue to kiss and caress her. She gets excited, zealously kissing my arms, my side, and almost any part of me available to her. I use my finger to touch gently inside her pussy...I need to gage whether or not she is ready. My ring finger slides inside her with ease, passing the test. I move the cock into position, taking care to enter her slowly and effortlessly. She stares directly into my eyes, and I carefully watch her expression. I feel her tense a bit, as the long cock rests against her cervix. I whisper in her ear to reassure her. I won't hurt you. I love you baby, I swear Slowly I move in and out of her, making sure that each stroke is long, purposeful, causing her body to writhe and move with my thrusts. Our bodies move in perfect sync and I hold her against me placing my arm in the small of her back, my head buried in her chest. This feeling is so powerful...watching her, knowing that I'm having this effect on her. She can barely respond as I question her, begging to know what she feels. I don't want this to end...its so intense.

I have to break away to shift my position and to keep my sanity. I lift her to me, bracing my arm across her back. She momentarily cries out as the big dick plunges into her because of the new positioning. She's on top now, in full control. She adjusts her position, using her thighs to gage the depth of the tool. I'm sitting up now with my head staring into her chest and she moves wantonly above me. I lick and kiss each breast while she powerfully works toward her orgasm. As the feelings intensify, she wraps her arms around my shoulders, hugging me like a frightened child. I use my hands to support her, holding her steady by her waist as she moves up and down in rhythm. Finally, she pushes against my shoulders, bending herself back, as she surrenders to the deepest of emotions. I hold her tightly as she cries, digging her short nails deep into my back. As the motion subsides, she slowly rocks above me, whimpering and kissing my forehead. I look up to find her eyes full of tears.

Are you all right Amy? I asked with deep concern. I'm more than all right. I can't believe how you make me feel. Oh God, don't let me be a lesbian she jokes. I don't think you're a lesbian, not that there's anything wrong with that. We're friends and we've been intimate. There's nothing to be ashamed of I respond. We lay together exhausted from our tryst. I lay my head on her chest just above her heart. I want to stay here forever, but that's not feasible. I need to get home. I have to go Amy. I've lost track of time. I explain. You can't go now. I've done nothing to satisfy you she replies while caressing my abdomen. I am satisfied...being with you satisfies me. Maybe next time, when we have more time. I can't get enough of you Yoli. Promise me you'll be my friend forever. She says as I slip on my pants and shirt. I tuck my hair behind my ear and lean over her on the bed kissing her mouth gently, then the tip of her nose.

group sex

2009-04-10T01:51:00.000-07:00

We're just ordinary people. I don't think most people would think there was anything kinky about my wife and I. We're both graduate students at a midwestern university, and most of our friends are college associates. A frequent guest (just about every Friday night) of ours has a Ph.D. in English, and his lovely wife teaches physics. We've known each other for years, and are well respected by the rest of the community.

It may shock some people, though, to hear that on these Friday nights we all indulge in some of our favorite fantasies. I love to watch my wife have sex with other people (men AND women), and my wife particularly likes men to ejaculate onto her face.

Frank is not only well-endowed with a bigger than average dick, but he has enormous balls, and I love to watch him than to squirt incredible amounts of sperm all over my wife's face, neck, and breasts. Frank's wife, Sandy, is a petite little Italian, about five feet tall, with a rubber-ball ass not unlike my wife's, but with very pale skin, wide hips, and dark, dark hair.

Monday through Thursday, I dream about how she's going to be leaning over the back of a chair, or the kitchen counter, or kneeling on our bed, sticking that pert little butt out at me, with her legs spread. I can see her black pussy hair from behind, and her tiny little vagina is winking at me. This is the position in which she (and I) love to have my big BLACK dick stuck in her.

I often let Frank finish with my wife before I empty my balls into Sandy. Sometimes, after Frank fills Cindy's pussy with his semen, she'll lie on her back and pull her knees up so I can see his sperm glistening as it clogs up her pussy and starts running down her ass in big, white lumps. She can even squeeze her vagina and make the thick cream pour out of her.

This sometimes gets me so excited, that I pull my dick out of Sandy and stick it into my wife. It'll be incredibly slick of course, but also steaming hot, from all of Frank's semen. He comes so much, that my dick displaces some, and it literally squirts out around my dick and down over Cindy's ass onto the bed. As I kiss her, I can even taste his sperm in her mouth.

After I've come and pull my dick out of her, my whole groin is saturated, white slime is dripping off the end of my dick, and her pussy hair is plastered flat from her own juices and Frank's and my combined semen. After a performance like this, Sandy likes my wife to crouch over her in a '69' so she can slurp up the pearly slime dripping out of her totally fucked little pussy.

One of the highlights of our swinging sessions is when Frank pulls his salami out of my wife just before he comes. Cindy tells me to grab his dick and start jacking him off, pointing the big mushroom head at her face. She lightly licks his pee-hole while I slowly milk the big monster.

Frank starts gasping as he's about to come, and this is the signal for my wife to move closer, so she can catch it all. Sometimes, either she or Sandy sticks their finger up Frank's asshole to get at his prostate. As they massage his fuck gland, I can feel the massive dick start to lurch in my hand.

I slow my strokes down, just as the first powerful jet squirts onto my wife's pretty face. What follows is aweinspiring. He can send six or eight strong spurts, and before long, Cindy's face is literally covered with a waxen-looking mask of steaming-hot sperm.

It looks like a whole tribe of Watusis jacked off on her. The thick cream drips over her eyelashes, down her cheeks, off the end of her nose, and cascades over her lips, where she licks the thick, white lumps up. It drips off her chin, and some streamers land in her hair. She likes me to aim the last few squirts at her breasts, and says she comes when she feels the hot sperm splashing on her breasts and then dripping off her erect nipples.

I don't know which excites me more: seeing my wife's pussy oozing thick masses of another man's seed, or watching someone else's stiff dick literally coat her face, neck and breasts with long, ropy streamers of semen, while I masturbate him.
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Nursing Conferrence

2009-02-12T14:33:00.001-08:00

Nursing Conferrence
In October, I decided to attend a nursing conference with my wife, Beth, in a small resort town about 180 miles away. Beth needs to attend these conferences every year to maintain her needed educational credits. She has told me that she enjoys the classes during the day, but that the evenings are boring just sitting around the room and pool. Everyone else likes the bar scene, but being a non drinker, this does not interest her. I figured that I could occupy her evening hours and during the day I could lounge around the pool and catch up on some reading. We arrived at the resort/conference center Thursday evening as classes started promptly at 0800 hours on Friday morning. We found our room to be very luxurious with a king-sized bed, fireplace, kitchenette, and a large walk-in shower.

As you might expect, the evening was full of motel sex that lasted well past the dinner hour. We capped off the night with a soak in our room’s hot tub located on our balcony facing Grand Traverse Bay. Beth and I have been married for over 20 years, with a healthy appetite for one another that seems to improve every year. We have been swinging with one other couple regularly for the last 6 years, but we have never been outside that dynamic. That was about to change.

At 0730 Friday morning, Beth took a shower, got dressed, and headed downstairs to the conference center for a day full of classes. She said she’d meet me back in bed for a nooner if I was interested during lunch break. I told her I’d be waiting. I rolled out of bed about an hour later and jumped in the shower. About ten minutes in, I heard a commotion in the room. I heard Beth’s voice as she opened the bathroom door. She said she was between classes and had to hurry back, but that her best friend Jenny, also a nurse that we’ve know for years, had just arrived. Due to a mix-up, her room would not be ready until tonight. Beth offered her to stay with us until the evening. Again, she said See you at noon! With that, she was off. I then realized that all of my clothes were on the bed. I finished my shower, dried off, and wrapped myself as best as I could with a towel walking out into the living area as non-chalantly as possible, rather embarrassed. There sat Jenny. Jenny is ten years younger than us, recently divorced. She is of average height and weight with short brown hair. She was wearing blue nursing scrubs that did not do her figure justice. I would judge her chest to be 34B or C with a nice waist, legs and ass based on seeing her in off-duty clothing in the years past. She has always had a great attitude even through her divorce. I quickly grabbed my clothes, apologizing for my scantily-clad appearance. As I returned to the bathroom to get dressed, she explained that she did not think she’d be able to get off work in time to attend classes today so she has nothing scheduled until tomorrow. She was hopeful that there would be a room available before her scheduled arrival, but there was not. I finished dressing and went back to the living area, sitting on the couch. Jenny came over to the couch and sat next to me. She said that she was tired from the travel and really needed a shower. I offered our shower to her and she quickly accepted. I began to read the morning paper and lost track of time.

Jenny came out of the bathroom about the time that Beth appeared through the room door. It was shortly before noon, and Beth was here as promised. Beth came over to me, taking her blouse off as she walked and gave me a big kiss. She said I have a surprise for us. Just then I looked toward Jenny, thinking that this might be a little awkward for her. Did Beth forget she was here? Jenny was wearing a black teddy that made her look stunning. While I was admiring Jenny, Beth had stripped down to her underclothing which was a teddy that matched Jenny’s. As Beth led me to the bed, she admitted that she and Jenny had conspired for this threesome since getting the conference brochure three months ago. Was I game for it? I didn’t really have to say anything. Beth sat me on the edge of the bed, and got on her knees in front of me, slowly unbuckling my pants. Meanwhile, Jenny was on the bed on her knees behind me, unbuttoning my shirt and kissing my neck. In no time, my shirt and pants were on the floor. Beth took my undershorts off too, exposing my rock hard dick that had barely a moment to respond to what was happening. As Jenny continued to kiss my neck her hands were wandering all over my chest and down to my penis where Beth was now sucking the full length of my shaft. In and out of her mouth it went…how I had not already cum to this point can’t be explained. I felt Jenny pull my shoulders toward the bed, and as I laid down I saw that Jenny was completely naked now, her teddy on the floor. Now exposed, I realized that Jenny’s breasts were a full C size, perhaps a D. Damn those minimizing bras. Without saying a word, she mounted my face with her shaven pussy. It tasted magnificent as she wiggled like a woman who hadn’t had sex in a very long time. She was moaning loudly, and I could tell that she was enjoying the ride. My penis was now inserted deeply into my wife’s pussy and she was thrashing as if she hadn’t been serviced in a while either. As I blew my load into my wife, the girls came in unison. After a minute or two, they rolled off of me, now lying on the bed. Both of them were caressing one another’s breasts and nipples. I was still lying across the end of the bed, and Beth said that she had to return to her classes, but she’d be back afterwards for more. She told Jenny that she could use me any way that she pleased until she returned.

Jenny said OK, and Beth got up, quickly dressing and heading out the door. Jenny said, Well Russ, you heard the lady…get up here. Complying with her request, I crawled up next to her naked body. Jenny began to fondle my balls and penis in a way that was different than Beth, and that aroused me quickly. Jenny dove under the covers and wrapped her mouth around my penis taking the entire length of the shaft well into her throat. She left a thick coating of spit on it and threw her leg over me, mounting me with one quick motion. All she said was Oh, shit that feels good!. I laid there as she did all the work. I reached up pinching her nipples…they were beginning to stand out a full half inch. She laid down toward my chest allowing me to put a tit in my mouth and she squealed as I gently bit on a nipple. Up and down my shaft she continued to ride. Jenny sat upright on my shaft again, and fell on the bed onto her back next to me. She said Fuck me hard, like you do Beth. She spread her legs apart, inviting me in, unconcerned that we were unprotected. I stayed on my knees and put her legs over my shoulders, inserting my penis into her like she wanted. I drove into her hard, back and forth, making the king-sized bed creak and moan. Her breasts were tossing about, as if asking to be manhandled. Oh Russ, I’m coming, I’m coming and with that let a loud growl and she continued to shudder. I released a load of sperm into her that seemed like it would never stop. Oh Russ, that was wonderful, thank you, but I hope you have more for me... I told her I’d do anything I could.

As we laid on the bed recuperating, Jenny said that she has had long conversations with Beth about relationships and such, and the conversations usually ended up about what great love the two of you make together, especially since you had you vasectomy several years ago. I told Jenny that we experimented with each other, and always tried what the other suggested at least once, whether it was an idea dreamed up or one out of a book. Jenny said that Beth had once told her that anal sex had an unusual feel to it, and should be tried at least once. Jenny said that she’d brought condoms for our rendezvous, and would I be her first? I told her I would, and that since I’d already come twice, my cock was likely to be a little less rigid for a first-timer. I went to our overnight bag, hoping to find a bottle of anal lube and found what I was looking for. I returned to the bed where Jenny had unwrapped a condom and was waiting for me. Jenny got my penis to a semi-rigid state and slipped the condom on me.

I had her get on her hands and knees and told her I’d be gentle and to let me know if anything hurt. Jenny had a magnificent ass. I must have been admiring it a little too long, as she began to protest my lack of contact by pushing her ass toward me impatiently. I put a generous portion of lube in her butt crack, gently rubbing it in and slipping a finger into her ass ever so slightly to lube everything as much as possible to make this a pleasurable experience. I also put lube on my sheathed dick. As I rubbed my dick on her ass hole, she was wiggling around in anticipation. I slowly pushed my dick into her ass, and she let out a little ooh. I told her that was normal and to relax her sphincter. I waited a few seconds as she eased up and slowly inserted my dick the rest of the way. I felt her squeeze her ass together as I started to slowly pump in and out. Oh my god, that feels so good, she said. Beth is right; this is wonderful. I felt Jenny reach up underneath and rub her clit and touch my dick that was completely in her ass. The next thing I feel is a vibrating sensation coming from under my dick. Apparently Jenny had gotten a vibrating dildo out while I was locating lube out of my bag. Jenny was getting a DP done on her first time out! Jenny asked if I would take charge of the dildo. I did, and we both enjoyed the next half hour working up a real sweat. We changed positions several times, from doggy style to side by side and finally Jen mounting my dick in her ass as I laid on my back. The batteries had been exhausted for some time, but we were making our own vibrations.

Jenny dismounted my still hard dick and removed the condom. Without hesitation she sucked on my dick until I came in her mouth. She swallowed every drop. What a great woman… From there, we got off the bed and she led me to the shower, which had more that enough room for the both of us. What a truly beautiful woman that had given herself to me, courtesy of my loving wife, Beth. We gave one another a good lathering, toweled off, and headed for the hot-tub on our room’s balcony. As we sat in the tub, Jenny told me what a great time she’d had, and hoped I didn’t mind being used by a needy woman. I told her of course not, and if there is anything else I could do… Just then, the room door opened and Beth entered. It was already 1700 hours. She looked at us and then the bed and asked if we had a good time. The lube and dildo still scattered about the bed. Jenny told Beth that I had been the most wonderful host and that I did everything that she asked.

Beth took a quick shower and joined us in the hot-tub. Jenny unabashedly explained everything she and I had done together in vivid detail. I could tell that Beth was getting hot for some action of her own. Beth asked Jenny to help her change the sheets on the bed for a fresh start for the three of us. Both got out of the tub and headed in. I told them that I’d join them in a few minutes. Beth told me to take my time. About 15 minutes later, I got out of the tub and headed to the shower. As I left the balcony, I saw the girls in the middle of the unmade bed, eating one another sixty-nine style. Beth stopped briefly, looked at me and said, I hope you don’t mind…we’re just getting warmed up for you. Please take your shower and join us. I showered and returned to the bedroom where the girls were still completely engulfed in one another. Fingers and tongues in and out of every orifice. I sat quietly in a chair near the bed and enjoyed the view. Awesome. After a time, Beth began to shudder and came loudly while Jen had her tongue deep in Beth’s pussy and her finger in her ass. They looked at me while I was still admiring the view. I told them it was dinner time, and that I was famished. The girls agreed to leave the room only if I agreed to bed them both down after dinner. The girls showered together, often heard giggling…I wonder what plans they were making? While I was waiting, I picked up the bedroom toys and threw the top sheets over the bed. They got dressed in stunning outfits, with little underneath, and we went to the dining room. I had a beautiful woman on each arm. I am sure we received a lot of stares from other conference attendees as we were seated.

At dinner, Beth told us of her day in classes. She said that she couldn’t concentrate on the lectures knowing what was going on in our room. Jenny excused herself from the table to go to the powder room. Beth told me that the story about Jenny’s room not being ready until tonight was false, and hopefully I could find room for her in our bed. I did not protest! Beth also apologized for the girl on girl action I saw earlier, explaining that Jenny was so thrilled with the sex that the two of you had, she said that she just had to show me, and one thing led to another. Beth said that it felt great, and hoped that I didn’t mind if they did more of that. I told her that I approved as long as I was made aware of their get togethers and was included from time to time. What a weekend this was turning out to be (and it was only Friday night). Jenny returned to the table and we enjoyed our dinner and conversation that ranged from sex, the hospital, and the kids. At about 2100, we returned to the room. We were pleasantly surprised by the chamber maids that had come in while we were at dinner and changed the sheets, leaving nice crisp white sheets on the bed, turning the covers down and leaving three mints on the pillows. Did they know? We quickly disrobed and climbed into bed.

Again I had a beautiful woman on each side of me, this time completely naked and crawling all over me. Beth told Jenny that she was married to me and had dibs to start. Jenny said that seemed fair, and was looking forward to watching. Jenny moved over to one side of the bed, and I kissed my way down to Beth’s wonderfully inviting pussy. I gently kissed her clit and then began to service her with my tongue as she moaned with pleasure. We were so caught up in one another that I forgot about Jenny for several minutes. As I came up for air, I quickly glanced at Jenny who had moved closer to us and was pinching Beth’s magnificent nipples with one hand and rubbing her own pussy slowly with the other. She saw me look her way, and said Sorry, I couldn’t stay away. Beth said, Fuck me now, I’m gonna cum. To which, I mounted my wife the way she liked best, like I demonstrated to Jenny yesterday. Still on her back, I put Beth’s legs over my shoulders and entered her pussy with her ass in the air. Jenny moved away and to my surprise came up behind me, reaching around rubbing Beth’s hot pussy while I pumped in and out of my wife, and grinding herself against my ass. All three of us moving in unison made the bed creak. Apparently Jenny likes to talk while having sex, as do I, and she was telling Beth over and over to let us hear how much she likes it.

It’s probably a good thing that we were on the top floor of the resort on an end room as Beth came louder than I have ever heard her before Oh, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me…harder, harder. I did all I could to comply with her requests, and Jenny was rubbing Beth’s clit vigorously. Beth regained her senses and I could still feel her pussy pulsing against my still stiff cock. Jenny insisted that I turn Beth over onto her knees and finish fucking her. Beth agreed. As Beth was turning over, Jenny whispered in my ear that Beth told her I had stamina, but she was really impressed that I hadn’t come yet. I told her I couldn’t hold it much longer. Just as I penetrated Beth’s spent pussy, I released my load of sperm deep inside her. I slowly pulled out and laid down on my back next to her. I looked up and there was Jenny…she said enthusiastically, I’m next! You’ve been working hard servicing Beth and me for today. You just lay back and let me do all the work. Beth left the bed and put her teddy back on, sitting in the chair next to the bed. She said to Jenny, Show me what you’ve got to offer my man. Jenny immediately went for my cock with her mouth and cleaned off all of the residual sperm and Beth juices. My cock started to come back to life, and Jenny crawled up between my legs putting my cock between her beautiful breasts. Jenny said she was gonna mount my cock with her ass and wanted me to fill it with sperm. (For me, there was something so hot about a woman telling me what she’s gonna do). Jenny looked over at Beth and said that she couldn’t get over the feeling that she got earlier. Beth got the lube but only put a light coating on me and on Jenny’s ass.

Beth gave Jenny a long kiss on the mouth and told Jenny to enjoy. Jenny slowly sat down onto my cock. I could feel the initial resistance, but this time Jenny made no noise. She stopped for a second and I could feel her relax. Then she dropped the rest of the way until her pussy was resting on my pubic hairs. It was a much tighter feel this time, and Jenny made a pleasured noise. Jenny told Beth to get the dildo, and she brought it to the bed. Jenny leaned back exposing her pussy.

Without instruction, Beth lubed the love instrument and inserted it into Jenny’s vagina. This time Jenny let out a guttural moan. Jenny was moving around on her two mounts, grinding and squeezing. Her ass felt like a hand tightly wrapped around my cock. Jenny said Come for me Russ, come in my ass. Beth came up to the head of the bed and was kissing me deeply, barely allowing me to breathe. Then, I came, filling Jenny’s ass as she wanted. Beth pulled away as I almost bit off her tongue. Beth said to Jenny, OK girlfriend, you got what you wanted from my husband. Jenny said Oh, not quite yet, and continued grinding harder and harder against my pelvis, my cock still buried in her ass and the dildo in her pussy. Jenny was really clamped down on my cock and suddenly stopped grinding. Jenny said Oh, shit and came louder than Beth did earlier. She started the grinding motion again and was moaning Oh, Oh, with every up and down stroke on my dick. Jenny slowly dismounted from me and the dildo and laid down next to me, her head on my shoulder.

Beth turned the lights off and climbed into bed as well. Both of the girls fell asleep right away. Once I was sure they were asleep, I got up and showered and then rejoined them. I felt completely used, but in a good way. At 0800 the alarm clock sent the girls in to the shower together and then off to the Saturday conference classes. I hope they’ll be back for lunch.

My wife joy is being gangbanged

2008-11-30T03:18:00.000-08:00

My wife joy is being gangbanged
I was watching a movie on TV when Joy came in and said she was going to take the dog for a walk. As she walked by she bent over and put the leash on the dog and I saw she didn't have on any panties on under her skirt. This didn't surprise me since she very seldom wears any panties or bra.I sat back down to continue my movie but something nagged at me. The more I thought about it the more curious I became. Finally I knew that I had to check it out. I headed for the park about two blocks away. I figured she had about a fifteen minute head start on me. I walked fast. Once in the park I took the path I usually do when I had to take the dog out. I rounded a curve in the walkway that allowed me to look several hundred yards ahead. Knowing that Skip liked to sniff every bush and tree along the way I surmised that if she had taken this path I would see her ahead.

That meant that she had taken the cutoff path that went to where the stone picnic tables were.I usually avoided this one since before I had stumbled across a young couple fucking on one of the tables. I didn't want to disturb someone as I had that time before. Let them fuck in peace was my motto. I cut across the grass and through a stand of bushes and trees and in a few minutes I saw the first of the picnic tables. Then I saw the patch of white that was Skip. Well actually Skip was black and white but only the white showed up in the dim light of the street lamps. What the hell. Skip was tied to a picnic table on his long leash and he was gaily sniffing to his heart’s content. I made sure Skip wouldn't see me and I was downwind from him. I looked for Joy at the table but there was no one there.Now I was really curious. I wasn't worried about Joy. I had bought her the most powerful pepper spray possible. It would shoot a stream over ten feet and she could spray a regiment of would be mashers with it if she had to. Then movement at the next table about twenty five yards away caught my eye. It was a flash of white. I moved toward the table, keeping in the shadow and close to some bushes. I could hear, softly, a male voice. Then I cocked my ear and heard smacking sounds like something wet being hit by something wet also. I could also hear moaning.

Female moaning. Joy. Wasshe being raped? I could make out at least three figures besides Joy's. One was behind her. Her skirt was evidently pushed up as I clearly could make out her white ass cheeks and the whiteness of one of the male figures as it sawed back and forth.Understanding came slow but at the same time fast. Joy was being fucked. I moved as close as I dared. If my wife was being raped, it was by at least three men. I took my cell from my pocket and was about to dial 911 when I heard the male voice more clearly. Oh yes that's right baby just keep sucking my cock and I'll give you something to drink like always. As always the man who I now saw was sitting with his feet on the table.

My wife's head was in his lap and it bobbed up and down. She was sucking the guy's cock while another one was fucking her from behind. About that time the man fucking her began to grunt and then held himself against her ass. He had just cum in her. He moved aside and the second man took his place. I could make out his white cock in the light of the streetlight on the path as he hefted it and drove it in her. I could swear that Joy pushed her ass back to help him. She was definitely not being raped.With the awareness that she had to be a willing participant to this I also had the awareness that my cock was making a stiff tent in my pants. I took it out and held it. My eyes had adjusted to the light more and now I could make out the cock in her mouth. From the way she lifted her head high before coming back down I surmised that it was a very long cock. I had begun to jack off my cock quietly as she was fucked and she was sucking the sitting man. I heard him moan as he held her head down on his cock. She was deep throating him. Joy had been sucking the long cock of the man for at least ten minutes that I had watched and probably some time before I arrived. Then as I was about to cum myself the man behind her did as the first had done. When he moved away I saw another one step from the shadows of the overhang and join the other two. The three than walked away without a word. Not a one of them said a word to Joy and she never turned to see who they were. I was shaking the cum from my cock when I heard the man say, Alright love here it comes. He made some sounds and Joy choked some and then I saw her began to lick the cock off. She appeared to be stroking it. Getting the dredges of his orgasm I guessed.

Then he too slid off the table and got behind her ass. He knelt down and his face disappeared in her butt. There were some sucking sounds for a few minutes and then he said, I think that got most of it love. Joy began to straighten herself up and then she spoke. You can have more here tomorrow night, she said. I love lots of cocks. The man kissed her then drifted off in the shadow of the path. I was about to confront her but thought better. I saw her head toward Skip and I left as quietly as possible. I took off through the trees and stayed off the path. I came out less than a block away from our house. I beat her home by five minutes. I was as I had been when she left. I pretended to have fallen asleep. She let Skip off the leash and said, I think I'll have a shower before bed, and then disappeared into another part of the house.I enjoyed watching Joy get fucked and I wanted to see more of it. I waited till the next night and as soon as she left for Skip's walk I was right behind her. In my pocket was a small but powerful pair of binoculars. I kept her in sight as she walked up the path toward the picnic tables. She tied Skip to the same one she had the night before. I saw her approach the same man I had seen before and to my astonishment they kissed. She molded her body to his for a good five minutes. Then I saw movement as several men materialized from the shadow. They held back as my wife and her lover kissed hotly then he led her to the same table as before.He dropped his pants and I got out my binoculars. I focused them and I had been right about the size of the man's cock. It was large. Oh it's real big tonight, I heard Joy say. Please...fuck me with it tonight. No Joy you only get to suck this one...but it looks like you have about seven to fuck you tonight, the man said. By now the men had taken out their cocks and I focused my glasses on them. I even recognized a couple of them. Well let me say that I had seen them before in the neighborhood. Our neighborhood. It was a sprawling walled in community with this park at its center. I had to assume that all the men lived there also.

It's sort of hard to just drive in past the guards at the entrance. The man had taken his place on the picnic table and Joy started to take his cock in her mouth when he stopped her. I think tonight you should be completely naked. Joy hesitated for a minute then pulled her slipover off past her head. A quick unzip and she whisked her skirt off past her feet. She did look a little uncomfortable naked in the open for she did look around. When she saw the men they turned their faces quickly away. I understood then that they wanted to be anonymous. Joy swallowed the man's cock and jutted her ass out for the first man to step up and put his cock in her cunt.With the glasses my wife and her fuckers were brought close to me. I could make out her lips compressing around the fat shaft. I will admit that I got instantly hard at seeing my wife act like a plain slut.

I began to jack off just as the man behind her rammed his cock in her. I saw her mouth open slightly around the cock in her mouth in pleasure. He began to slam hard into her and the man she was sucking encouraged him own Go man, he said. Fuck the slut with all you have she needs real fucking tonight. As if in answer to the man her fucker started to fuck her with a renewed passion. The man jerked her face from his cock. Do you like being fucked like that Joy, you whore, he snarled. Do you like his cock? Oh yes I love it, she cried out. Make him keep fucking me. The last wasn't necessary. As soon as he had cum in her there was another to take his place. This time she screamed around the man's cock. Oh my God yes, she said. His cock is in my ass. At hearing this I came all over the ground. Fucking Joy in the ass was something I had always wanted to do but had not done. I made up my mind then. I put the glasses away and, with my cock in my hand, walked over to the group. I kept to her rear so she would not see me. Now I was looking over another man's shoulder at the cock fucking her ass. He was pretty much the same size as me but Joy seemed to be taking it pretty well. I knew then that I would finally get to fuck Joy in her ass.I had to wait while two more men fucked her cunt before I had my chance. I stepped up behind her and fitted my cock to her dripping anus. I started to be easy but as my cock head touched her ass hole I lost control and rammed it in to the hilt. This made her scream around the man's cock. Oh yes...that's good, he said. Fuck her good...it's making her suck me so good.

Knowing that she was sucking the cock so good I fucked her ass hard. I managed to look around to see her face all the way down on his cock. Her mouth was in the man's pubic hair as she deep throated him. I wished it was my cock she was sucking so deliciously. I would love to say that I fucked her ass for a long time but truth be was that I came in just a few minutes I was so excited that my cock had finally found itself in Joy's ass. I was pushed aside as another horny man took my place and used her cunt. You know, the man standing beside me stroking a large cock said. The best thing that ever happened to me was three months ago when I came up on her sucking her man's cock. Did you fuck her then? I asked.Well hell yes, he said. Her husband, I guess, told me to fuck her and I have fucked her about three times a week since then. The sound of the cock slapping into Joy and the noise she mad slurping away at his cock was loud in the night. Damn I wish my own wife was this slutty, the man said. I would really love to see her get fucked good like this. I knew how he felt. I truly loved seeing Joy be screwed so thoroughly by all these men. About that time four more men walked up. According to my count Joy would have at least a dozen cocks in her that night. The man who I had been talking with told me that he better fuck her before she got too loose and stepped up to her well used dripping cunt. I watched as he put his large cock head to her and pushed it in. He was larger than the ones so far and his cock squished cum from her cunt when he speared her. I tried to be casual as the new men took their cocks out. I wanted to see what kind of cocks were going to fuck my wife but didn't want to seem like I was interested in them for myself.

The man finished fucking Joy and as soon as he pulled out I had my cock ready and pushed into her gooey cunt before the other men had a chance. It was like a wet warm cunt filled with mush that I went into. It felt great. I knew then that I would be one of her regulars every night she went to walk Skip. I hung back as all the men fucked her and watched intently as the man she was sucking filled her mouth. I saw his cum run down his long shaft and she quickly scooped it into her mouth. When the last man drained himself in her I saw the man get behind her and suck her cunt dry. I knew that I would have to find a way to do that also. It was two nights later as I stood back and just before he had a chance to suck her cunt I yelled, Hey I saw a cop car's lights. The man quickly ran off and Joy hurried to take Skip away. I knew that sperm was running down her legs. She hurried off.I was waiting for when she started to the bathroom. I pulled Joy to me and kissed her before she could resist. I tasted cum in her mouth. I soon had her on the couch and sucking the cum that had survived the walk back. Joy looked frightened but I acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

I didn't try that again but something else happened. Skip was an old dog and one morning we woke to find that he had gone to happy dog land in the night. I felt that Joy's sorrow was more motivated by not having him to take on her walks. Being the good husband I was I had a present for Joy when she came home for work that night. I never have seen a woman so happy at getting a new dog as a present. She gave him his first walk that night. Or rather the dog gave her the first walk that night. You see I bought her a Great Dane. I wanted to see what happened.

the doorway fuck

2008-09-22T07:04:00.000-07:00

I suppose the best way to describe Mike is to say he's fair but firm. Most of the time our sex life is pretty tame. We experiment a lot with lovemaking in various places and various ways, and we both love it. But sometimes I'm just feeling bitchy or frisky and I try to make demands. When I get into these moods, my lover has to take control and put me in my place. Of course, I know where these demands lead me right into tight ropes and pain! It had been a wonderful day at the office. I'd finally finished a project I'd been working on for the last month or so, and for the first time I felt like I could really conquer the world. Normally Mike and I spend our nights together doing lots of home improvement on the place we'd just bought. But this was Wednesday, the day of Mike's "night out with the boys" card game.

Nothing so exciting as poker or anything, but these guys could sure get worked up over a game of Bridge! Seeing that I was going to leave work early, I telephoned Mike at his office and promised I'd make dinner so he wouldn't have to grab a quickie at the local McDeath's. On the way home, a really wicked thought occurred to me. I was feeling really good and I wanted to celebrate finishing my project. I figured to hell with his bridge game, tonight we would do things my way. With the benefit of hindsight it was a great idea, but next time I'll ask what he feels like doing before I go changing any plans! When I got home I forgot about making dinner and instead called our favorite local restaurant to make a reservation. I was just drying off from a shower when I heard the garage door close after Mike's car pulled in.

Quickly throwing on a nightgown and slippers, I bounced downstairs hoping for the beginning of a fantastic night. Wrong! It seemed today was as bad for him as it was good for me. When I got a perfunctory kiss at the door, I realized my plans for the night didn't match what Mike had in mind. He was a little early and asked if we could just unwind a bit and chat while we ate. Tonight was a Bridge tournament and he wanted to be sure to get there on time. I guess I was being pretty bitchy when I told him there was no dinner ready and I wanted to go out tonight! He immediately caught my mood and decided tonight wasn't the night to play around with my whims. Grabbing me by the wrist he yanked off my nightgown and pulled me into the garage. I'd been there before. We'd sunk some heavy duty eyebolts into the four corners and center of the garage door. I'd already had some wonderful whippings while tied spread-eagled to the four bolts. This time however, Mike wasn't fooling around for fun.

He was pissed and wanted to let me know it. Grabbing some rope from the top shelf he spread my arms and tied my right arm to the top left bolt. He was using many more turns of rope than he normally did but I didn't find out why until later. After my right arm was secure he proceeded to do the same with my left, fastening it to the other side of the door. I was stretched pretty tightly and complained about it... well whined about it is probably more appropriate. Mike had heard enough and told me that he wanted silence until told otherwise. I closed my mouth pretty quickly because Mike has come up with some awful punishments and I didn't want to provoke him into making things worse that they already were.

Meanwhile, Mike was working on my legs, one to each side, and again used lots of rope. But this time he didn't stop with the ankles. He wound the ropes up around each leg to my knees and tied the two ends together. My legs were held very tightly and I struggled but couldn't pull very far away from the door. Mike told me that I had one punishment coming already and that if I didn't stand still I'd get another. Standing there spread out, unable to move with my chest sticking out demanding attention, I figured that now wasn't the time for bravado. Mike went off into the house, closing the door behind him. I couldn't see what he was doing, but judging from the sounds from the house, I guessed he was whipping up some dinner for himself. After awhile I began to realize my situation. I was tied tightly, arms spread as far as I could stretch, my legs and knees were pinioned tightly to the door and to top it all off, I hadn't eaten anything all day.

The only consolation was that I'd found a way to get Mike to stay home for the evening! Mike came back after a few minutes with a sandwich and looked at me from the door. Walking over he started rubbing my breasts with his free hand. my nipples enlarged under his hand and I strained my body towards him in the hope that he'd stop eating the sandwich and starting eating something else. His hand moved down my body and found it's way into the folds of my pussy. I was already so excited that just the light touch of his hand was almost enough to send me over the brink, but Mike knew my body completely and always stopped before I'd reached a climax. I squirmed towards him as far as I could, but he wasn't in the mood to cooperate. Finished with his sandwich, he continued a job I thought was already done. He took some thick leather straps we bought for our bondage play and fastened one to the bolt behind my back.

The other went over the tops of my breasts under my armpits, forcing my tits to bulge a little under the strap. Mike tightened the straps and when he was done I couldn't pull my chest or hips away from the door at all. I was readying myself for the whipping I was sure was going to follow when Mike went back into the house again and returned a moment later with his coat. He reached down and took the slippers from my feet saying "Good night honey, I'll see you when I get back from Bridge." "What!" I said, "You're actually going! What are you gonna do, just leave me here?" He just looked at me and then I realized he was only joking. After all, the car was here inside the garage with me! "Sorry love, I can't miss the game, and in case you didn't realize it, you just broke silence".

Ignoring my protestations he told me that I wouldn't have to worry about speaking out of turn again and proceeded to gag me with a black leather pad gag we bought. As he strapped the leather band tightly onto my head and tied it to one of the hinges, he casually mentioned that he had figured out a way to take the car from the garage despite my bound body. I looked up in fear as he walked to the door and looked at me with an odd smile on his face. Well, nobody ever accused Mike of being dumb! He first turned off the garage light, and then to my horror, he flipped the switch on the automatic garage door opener! For a moment my bonds loosened as the door made the ninety degree turn at the ceiling but they were immediately tighter than before and I found myself hanging from the door, face down into the room! Mike had planned it perfectly, my head, arms and neck were all supported by the many turns of rope he had tied tightly around my limbs, while the bulk of my weight was supported by the heavy leather straps around my middle and and chest.

He was pleased with the view! Walking under me he fingered me a little more, and then gave each of my hanging tits a good hard smack. I was hurting a little, but with the gag held deep in my mouth by the strap and the weight of my head I couldn't utter a word. Mike explained to me that the gag was merely because I had broken silence, my real punishment was still to come! He pointed out how unnecessary the slippers were in my current predicament and gave each of my bare soles a slap to drive home the point. Climbing onto the hood of the care, he proceeded to give my left nipple a good licking. It quickly became erect with to the combination of his talented tongue and hands. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out something and held it up to my eyes. I quickly recognized one of the clips which we use with a weight to hold down tablecloths when picnicing outdoors.

He had removed the weight and replaced it with a long string. He showed me that the end of the string was fastened to one of those five ounce lead weights used by fishermen to weight down their lines. What could I do! I was helpless as he caressed my left breast and clipped the plastic devil into my helpless nip. The little moans and squirming brought on by the sudden pain failed to extract any sympathy from Mike as he performed the same operation on my right nipple. I was already having a hard time dealing with the pain when I realized that he hadn't let the weights down yet! He gently placed the weights onto the front hood of the car and after tugging on the strings a little to test that the clips were firmly planted he gave me a kiss goodbye.

Climbing into the car he called out that he hoped it wouldn't hurt too much when he pulled out and the weights fell to the floor. He said that he'd be back in a few hours and that he'd be sure to back out quickly so that the weights would swing like a pendulum for awhile. "Thanks" I thought to myself, "What a guy!". As promised, he started the engine, hit reverse and was gone. I could barely stand the burning in my breasts when the weights reached the end of the strings and yanked at my already pained tits. As promised, the weights swung back and forth close to the floor of the garage. The pain was incredible and as the weights swung I could see my distended nipples swaying underneath my body. It's a terrible thing to have to watch, feel, and be unable to control. My only hope was that they would stop swinging soon and that the pain would settle down to a sharp ache instead of the agony I now felt. Other than coping with the pain, I didn't really have much to worry about, Mike had thought carefully about this one! The weather was warm enough so I wasn't going to freeze, and our house is in the country with the garage facing a hill so I didn't have to worry about casual passerbys.

He had turned off the garage light so I wasn't going to be moth'ed to death, and the swinging weights had left me something to think about. Pretty considerate all in all. There where a few things I was thinking about however. It was still early in the evening and the neighbors children were playing in the neighborhood. I could hear them running around and could only hope they wouldn't come through our backyard and wonder why the garage door was open. Between the fear of being discovered, the pain from my aching breasts, and the strain of hanging from my limbs and middle, I was having a hard time at the beginning. But, as the night wore onwards and the local kids went home, I began to look forward to my tormentor's return. He's always nice to me after a severe punishment and I began to get excited as the minutes crawled by. As near as I could guess several hours had gone by and I was wet with the anticipation of the good, hard fucking I would get when Mike came home.

There was one thing Mike hadn't anticipated and I let out an involuntary moan of horror when I saw him come into the garage. It was Balzac, the neighbors friendly, playful kitten! I jumped a bit from the surprise of seeing something come into the garage, and the kitten's attention was immediately drawn to the weights hanging down in the center of the room. Praying that I could scare him away, I began to make as much noise and squirm around as much as I could. Not only did this fail to scare the creature, but he immediately ran to the swinging weights and reached out a tentative paw. Well, kittens will be playful and in front of my terrified eyes Balzac took his paw and batted one of the weight as hard as he could! The pain was awful and after hours of a dull pain, the sharp feeling it evoked only served to remind me of how utterly helpless I really was. This small playful kitten had the power to cause me enormous amounts of pain and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.

As the weights went swinging back and forth Balzac continued playing with more and more excitement. The ultimate hurt came when one of the strings caught in his claws and his entire weight came down on my right nipple. The plastic clamp was no match for this kind of strain and it pulled off my tit, pinching the nipple. I screamed as loud as I could but the gag was tight and nothing but a low moan came out. The tears were streaming from my eyes as I saw Balzac run out of the garage to be replaced by the twin headlights of Mike's car. Mike had seen Balzac run from the building and was laughing as he drove under me, into the garage. He jumped from the car carrying the door remote control in his hand and without saying a word climbed up and rubbed the tortured breast. He carefully removed the other nipple clamp and I winced at the sudden pain. He asked me if I was ready to come down yet and when I almost banged my head nodding yes, he hit the remote control button and down I came.

After my tits had recovered a bit due to Mike's kind ministrations, I was ready for a little post-punishment carnality. Still helpless against the door, I watched as Mike peeled out of his clothes and came towards me. No casual fingering as he had done before! Now Mike used both hands and his tongue as he raised my already excited body to the fever pitch. With the gag still deep in my mouth, I communicated my needs by thrusting my hips towards him as far as my bonds would allow. This time he didn't deny me and with one thrust he sheathed his cock deep inside me and started fucking hard. I had orgasmed once and was well on my way to the next climax when all of a sudden Mike simply stopped thrusting.

Tied as I was there wasn't much in the way of humping I was able to do, I moaned my desperation out loud in the hope that my lover would take mercy on me. Mike reached back and took the garage door remote from the hood of the car and hit the button. I began to move upwards, still bound tightly to the door. I whimpered as I wondered what further tortures he had in mind, when he hit the button again and the door started back down. He held absolutely still as he punched the automatic control again and again and used the door to fuck me. It gave the kind of long, slow, deep strokes that Mike knows I love, and after a few trips up and down I came as hard as I cam ever remember. Mike was right there with me and afterwards as I was hanging, exhausted, he reached behind me and undid the gag.

After a few kisses and my promise to be a bit more careful about changing his plans for him, Mike started undoing the bonds which had held me so firmly. Placing third in the tournament had put Mike in a great mood and he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom where we cuddled, shared Hagen Daz for my dinner and continued with a night of gentle lovemaking. Like I said, for the most part our sex life is pretty "normal", I wouldn't trade these nights for anything.from sextails.com

life's limonade

2008-08-27T13:54:00.000-07:00

It was a hot August day. Even without air conditioning, being inside was better than going out. Besides, i can be myself inside. Dressed in my cuffs, collar, and tight crotch rope, which held in my plug, Anne left for her day at work. i went to work cleaning our home.Early in the afternoon i started vacuuming. Having never been accused of being graceful, i proved once again why. The vacuum's cord caught my ankle cuff, sending me stumbling forward and the head of the vacuum into the base of our free standing floor fan. CRASH!The round top of the fan, still spinning, rolled around on the floor, leaving the base on its side. i raced to unplug it. Thankfully, the fan was the only casualty. i picked up the pieces. The plastic base that held the fan to its pole was snapped.
i was really mad at myself. Our main floor fan lay in pieces. Worse yet, it was Anne's. my hands weren't even locked together. Sheer klutz. The fan still worked, but without its base, i didn't think it would have much use. i gathered myself together, sat it aside, and went about the rest of my chores.

i felt like such a bonehead. i guess that motivated me. my regular chores and then some were completed and our home looked very nice. i decided to make one of Anne's favorites for dinner, hoping to diffuse the punishment i was sure i was going to receive. Anne's favorite is Sloppy Joe's and green beans. i enjoy cooking, Anne doesn't. Which may have something to do with her thinking this combination was a fanciful feast.A little after six, i heard her car pull in. i scampered to the door, kneeling on the floor, i got into position to greet her. my heart seemed to pound with each step she took. i looked over at the cross dimple in the carpet where the fan should be. When the door started to open, i took a deep breath and chastised myself one more time.

Anne looked a little tired from her day at the office. She closed the door and bent down to kiss my forehead. "Hello Jenn, my precious.""Welcome home my Love" i replied without looking up.
She took off her suit jacket and handed it to me. i stood up and moved to the closet to put it away. "Mmm, dinner smells wonderful." she said as she followed me back to our bedroom.
"Thank you" i said, and waited to help her undress. She hasn't noticed yet."The house looks great. You really worked hard today." She said, stepping out of her skirt and handing it to me to put away."Thank you" i mumbled with a slight smile.
my tone gave me away. She stopped and looked at me, "What's the matter Hun?" she said with some concern.

i knelt down in front of her lovable legs, took a deep breath, "i'm sorry, Anne. i have been a major klutz today. i was vacuuming and…i broke our floor fan.""Are you okay?" she replied.
"Yes, well…no. i feel really bad and really stupid and very sorry. That fan was so perfect for our living room. Now its useless." i stammered. "Oh Jenn," she said in an uplifting voice, "don't worry about that old thing. I am just glad you are okay." And gave me a much needed hug. It helped, but i still needed time to forgive myself.Anne finished undressing and we started to settle into an ordinary evening. The sight of Anne's charming curves helped me temper my earlier clumsiness. She sat at the table and i fixed her plate. i knelt beside her and waited. After her first bite, she complimented my culinary talents (yeah, right) and told me to fix my bowl. This may be another reason for Anne's enjoyment of this entrée. This meal can easily be eaten from a bowl. It has been years since i actual ate a Sloppy Joe Sandwich, other than a few pieces Anne occasionally breaks off and feeds me. i guess this might have something to do with why i have grown fond of this feast too.

Two scoops of the mix were in my bowl and i set it beside her chair. i stood, moved to her other side and turned away from her, hands behind me. A short wait and she 'clicked' my cuffs together. A love swat on my rear sent me to my dinner.
After dinner, Anne relaxed on the couch with me beside her on the floor. Thankfully, she wiped my face since she didn't undo my hands. After a smoke, she looked at me and said, "So, what did you do with the fan?""It's up in the loft, my Love. " my heart sank again."Fetch it, pet" she said casually.i shot up our open staircase to the loft. i had to turn round and bend to pick up the two pieces. The wide round cage was pretty easy to pick up. i carried it down to her with the cord and control box dangling behind me. She looked it over with a "hmm" as i went back for the pole.
The pole was easier to grab but harder to carry. It has four wide legs that make its base. Walking carefully, i managed not to trip on my way down. Setting the pole on her left, i went back to my spot on her right."This still runs, doesn't it?" she asked."Yes" i replied."Good, we might still be able to use it." She said and put it aside.There was a long, quite, pause as she looked over the pole. Feeling a little uneasy, i looked up to see her finger pressed along her glowing cheek. She was deep in thought. A glimmer entered her eye. It led to a twinkle. One corner of her lovely lips moved up into an evil grin. Then the other went up into a grand smile. "My precious, I believe we can salvage this piece."

She told me stand by the wall as she picked up the pole and went into the bedroom. She returned shortly with a collection of toys. Ball gag, blindfold, clover clamps, a small weight, clothespins, and duct tape. The gag was first, followed by the blindfold.
She rolled my swelling nipples in her fingers before closing the clamps at the base of my nipple's rings. The dangling chain bounced on my stomach. i gritted my teeth, waiting for the pain in my nipples to blend in with the wetness the clamps automatically bring to my pussy. The weighted chain swung again, increasing the pain and the wetness.

A touch on my upper thigh, and i opened my stance. Anne's finger glided across my moist lips. A shiver ran down my back. She grasped and pulled an outer labia, sinking the crotch rope slightly deeper. i felt the pinch of the first clothespins. my wetness quickly absorbed this discomfort and the seven others that lined my pussy. The sticky rip told me the tape was next. She passed it over the half of the clothespins and around my right thigh. Two full turns around each leg pressed the clothespins into my thighs and held me open.i heard her move off again. Alone in the dark, i waited. my guilt still nagged at me as the pain in my nipples turned into a welcome ache. The sound of some fumbling around, the scent of my sex, and an occasional, "Dang it!", were the only things to distract my anticipate.

Finally, after what seemed like a much longer time than i'm sure it actually was, she returned. The folds of my darkness lifted and my eyes adjusted to the room. The sight of the pole opened my already gapping mouth.Atop of the pole sat one of our larger dildos. Some paint stirs and tape secured the beast to the adjustable shaft of the pole. Its tip came up to the bottom of my breast. Swallowing hard, my eyes widened, and my mind started a civil war between "Oh Yes!" and "Oh No!"Still in my daze, Anne opened the clamp that holds the shaft and it sunk down to my knees. She pulled me forward and untied my crotch rope. i was still in shock. i wasn't paying attention to anything other that Anne's great idea. She moved me over the beast and started hooking my ankle cuffs to ropes she had run through the eyelets in the legs of the pole.

my heels rested on the edge of the legs, almost like wearing a low heel. my feet were only slightly apart when Anne moved the shaft up. i felt the beast at my defenseless entrance. She stood up and stepped back to view her masterpiece."We'll have to work on the mounting of the dildo. I'm sure we'll think of something. But I think this thing just might come in handy. What do you think Jenn?" she said with a smile.i mumbled the best "Thank you" the gag permitted me.
Kneeling in front of me, Anne raised the shaft again. The beast started to part my already pull pussy. Oh, i love this. i tried to keep relaxed as worked the dildo into me. i could feel it press against the plug already filling my rear. The thought of being impaled on this thing made me hot.
Anne locked the shaft in place once the full girth of the beast was within me. There was still plenty of it left. Shifting my weight from leg to leg and bending my knees slightly, i started to explore the impact this new toy could have.

"I thought you might like this" Anne said, "I can even help you along"With that she pulled on the ropes in the bases legs. my ankles were drawn out to the ends of the legs. my legs where more than two feet apart and the beast an inch deeper. 'Oh Yes!' won a crushing battle! "Mmm, ank oui" spilled over the gag. i leaned forward to adjust myself and the weight's sway reminded me i had nipples. The worries of the day were fading with the sun.Anne went back to the couch. She finished the paper and turned on the TV. i was starting to stand straight. my thighs were starting to ache. i was always fairly still. i was cheating by bending my knees. Moving my impaled body up and down its newfound toy. i mean, i couldn't shift my weight very much with my legs apart like that, could i? Plus, that pinched my pinned lips. That was the justification my mind's little voice gave me. It should have told me not to wear down my legs so quickly.
On the first set of commercials, Anne came by and played with my nipples. i wanted to melt but my legs were locked. "Poor baby" she said, batting my breast.

Bending down, she flipped the clamp and i felt the shaft loosen for a moment. Anne forced it, and me, up. i was up on my tiptoes and feeling full. The head of the beast reached my uterus. my knees were definitely locked now. Pain filled my lower bowels and shot out to my limbs if i tried to rest my heels on the toy's legs.

The ache in my thighs ebbed slightly. Within a short time, the blaze in my calves more than made up for it. my teeth clamped down on the ball stuffing my mouth. i closed my eyes and made myself as rigid as possible. The pressure of the beast against my plug was like giant fingers pinching the inside of me. i waited. my guilt made a last stand with 'Oh No!'
Anne's tug on my chain opened my eyes. She placed a hand on my shoulder and pressed me down. my heels found the support of the legs again without pain. i hadn't even realized she loosened the shaft. A tap on my leg and i found my ankles could move in, just a bit. The moment passed and Anne resumed pressure on my shoulder. i started bending my knees again.

The beast started to move in me again too. Anne had relocked it. With my knees halfway bent, Anne stopped. She bent down and pulled the ropes that parted my ankles again. She didn't pull them apart, just made them taut. She then tied the ends together so they passed through my nipple chain."There you go girl," she said as she stepped back, "Let's see how far you can stand up."my upper body would only straighten a little before my nipples we pulled. Sliding my feet, my ankles again found the ends of the base's legs. i tried again and this time could straighten up my top, but not my legs. If i bent over, I could straighten my legs. In either case, i would not be escaping the beast. Changing positions made my pussy heat up as the beast roared within me. But the lack of strength in my legs made movement minimal and only when necessary.
"I think you can keep yourself entertained for a while." Anne said walking back to the couch. "My shows almost over. You can wait that long for your punishment for breaking my fan, can't you?""Of course i will, anything for you" i thought.

The ache in my legs caused an automatic change in my position. The slide of the beast sent a shiver up my spine and my eyes started to roll back. "Oh Yes!' had won the war. Sub space filled its victory cup.Anne again brought me back to reality with a kiss on my cheek. She reached behind me, click, my hands fell to my sides. She helped me stand up. Forget the gym, my legs had just received a through workout."Go upstairs and get into your 'fav' my precious. I'll join you shortly." She said. Climbing the stairs was not as easy this time. The dull ache now in my legs heightened the pain of the clothespins pulling my sore pussy. i reached the top and bent over to stretch my legs. It was just what i needed to get a little life back into them.

i moved the large pillow from in front of the door over to a chair. The door opened to the utility/storage room. At least that's what it was in most of these units. In ours, it was my favorite playroom. The room wasn't very wide, but it was high. Several hooks traced the outline of a beam in the wall, up across the ceiling, and down the other wall. Long loops of well-used cotton ropes where waiting on a small chair inside. Each set had a threaded hook in the end. i encircle my ankles with the single loops. Pull the looped end through my cuff's D rings, then the hooked end under the loop to make a large slip knot. i repeated the process on my wrists. These moorings had four loops attached to the hook. Moving the small chair to the side, i was ready to get into my 'fav'.

i learned this trick long before i met Anne. The first time i saw a picture of a woman tied this way, i knew i had to try it. my quest to be tied this way led to many experiments. A few have nearly been disasters. Others much more rewarding, but none are as fulfilling as having someone there to click that final lock, making sure i abandon the ability to rescue myself.
i lifted my left leg and slipped the anchor rope's hook through an eye-hook in the wall. The rope held my foot a few inches above the floor. Turning around, my hands held the chair and i hopped up on it. A sharp pain shot through my pussy as the clothespins, and i, settle onto the chair.
i attached my right ankle to its hook and i stood up, legs well apart, pussy still throbbing and very open. i double-checked my wrist ropes. i pulled them snug and placed a hook in each hand. my arms floated up to the ceiling, my hands quickly found the eye-hooks. i slipped the rope's hook in.

Turning the nut built into the hook, the "C" shaped hook became an "O". This way i can't accidentally pop my arm free. It's a safety thing. Safety is too important to this tie. my ropes and hooks were well tested, falling sucks as i learned in an earlier near disaster.
my supports secure, i bend my legs and lower my weight onto my arms. They creak a little as they stretch but the pull in my arms always feels so gratifying. With my weight on my arms, i kick the chair away. my legs straighten, my arms taut, and i hang, spread-eagle. Mmm, i relax and wait for Anne. The stress of the day is long lost in my helpless floating freedom.
Anne eventually came up, i don't know how long it was and i didn't really care. Her appearance did break the trance of my 'fav'. She had our new toy and a few whips. She set them as side and gave me a big hug, pressing her head against my breasts.

"Jenn, I love you so much. You are so wonderful to me. I could not ask for anyone better. I am glad it was only the fan that was hurt. You are much more important to me. Besides, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Finding this new toy is well worth another fan. I don't understand all the things you like, but I love you so much I want to give you everything I know you need."Anne picked up some scissors and cut the tape around my thighs. "Hold tight" was all i heard before my vision went black. A weak mumbled whimper was all that survived of the savage scream from my pussy. The tape ripped around my leg and took two of the clothespins. i managed to suck in a quick breath before the tape tore across my other leg, this time taking three clothespins.

Tears escaped my eyes as my pussy burned. A few gasps and i regained my breathing. The area around my pussy was on fire. The spots where the clothespins had been felt like they had been pierced. One at a time, Anne added three more spots as she slowly removed the last of the clothespins.Anne's tender hand cradled my fiery mound. Oh, i melted. Her finger slid through my battered slit. my head went back and i gave myself to her. Her finger skimmed my hard clit and the pain no longer mattered.She positioned the toy under me again. Raising the shaft, the beast easily penetrated my glistening pussy. It was well inside when Anne locked it in place. my pussy contracted to greet it. my mind swirled with feelings and thoughts.

i snapped back when Anne took the clamps off my nipples. The blood returning carried the pain back with it. Sometimes i would rather leave them on then go through the feeling of taking them off. Anne was not as tender this time. Instead of a caress, my nipples were kissed by the ridding crop. i moaned into the gag as my muscles instinctively contracted. Moving the beast through my pussy. The crop found my other nipple, then my thighs. She changed to a whip for the second pass. When it hit my thigh, i surrendered myself to my pussy. All i could do was flex my arms to move myself on the beast. Each strike of the lash added to my desire. i fought to maintain just a little control of it. i had to. my orgasm was building. Anne knew and said "Jenn, you may indulge yourself"

A sigh of joy escaped me. i stopped any attempt to fight for the control i no longer needed. my autopilot took over. i was on course for sub space. my last coherent thought before the ecstasy of the orgasm was that i should have broken that damn thing a long time ago!fromsextails.com

spanking sissys maid

2008-07-20T02:25:00.000-07:00

My mistress has a date tonight. First I am to dress as her "personal" maid. She took great care to emphasize the word "personal." Then I am to help her get ready for her date. Mistress laces me into a tight corset. This is always a constant reminder of my sissy and subserviant status, since I can feel the corset with every breath. She gently tweaks my tiny nipples and then gives me the bra I am to wear tonight. A training bra, with no falsies. I arrange it on myself as I realize how inadequate I am as an impersonator of a woman.

She gives me some lacy panties to step into, commenting that she has no use for my cock this evening -- she has a date with a real man. I roll the thigh high black seamed stockings up my legs and attach them to the garters of the corset. Mistress examines me to make sure the seams are straight. Then I put the short, black maid's dress over my head. It does not provide much covering for my ass and thighs, and the garters will show if I bend even a little. I step into my black high heels, which changes my balance and is another constant, subtle reminder of my sissy status. A maid's cap is pinned in my own hair, and I realize I am not even to have the benefit of a wig tonight. The final touch is a lacy apron that I tie in a bow behind my back.

Mistress tells me to hurry up and sit down on the toilet seat, for her date will be coming soon and there is still much to be done. Her date! It is not enough that Mistress likes to embarrass me in front of her female friends, but now her male friends too! And with no wig and no falsies, I am not going to make a very convincing female, am I? Fortunately Mistress enjoys putting makeup on me, so perhaps I will have an adrogenous look today. Mistress must be in a playful mood, because she puts far too much mascara, eyeliner and blush on me, and apparently she wants me to look very cheap. She outlines my lips very precisely in a dark lip pencil, and then fills them with a brush in a nice red. I've never liked that dark pencil -- there's something too obvious, too whory about it. Then she takes a vaseline like jelly with her fingertip and rubs it thickly over my red lips. This gives them an unnatural, almost metallic sheen, but apparently that is the look she wants me to have tonight.

Mistress hands me a bottle of nail polish in a matching shade to my lipstick, and tells me to do my nails while she takes a shower. "Oh, and change the sheets and make my bed first, Sissy," she tells me. Another humiliation -- I have to make the bed ready for her and her date from when they come back home at the end of the evening!

I make her bed and then do my nails while I wait for Mistress to emerge from the shower. As I wait and as I blow on my nails for them to dry, I glance at the lingerie she has left out that she will be wearing tonight. I see her push-up Wonderbra. Mistress has a gorgeous figure including perfectly round, white 34B breasts, and she needs no extra cleavage to show herself off. One of my pet peeves about Mistress is that she really has no idea how drop-dead gorgeous she is. Of course, she doesn't believe me when I tell her that. But if she is wearing the Wonderbra, then this must be an important date for her tonight. I will have to do whatever I can to help her.

Mistress emerges from the shower and I am there for her with a large towel to cover her and pat her dry. She allows me to pat her all over with the towel, which gives me a little pleasure. I then powder her gently with a big powder puff full of a sweet smelling talc. She tells me to spend extra time on her breasts, which of course I do very lovingly. She has me hold her tiny panties out for her to step into, and I see her tiny pubic hair triangle disappear into them. Then she has me hold her Wonderbra for her to insert her breasts into. I hold the bra cups and struggle not to reach out and fondle her lovely breasts. I clasp the bra behind her. This bra does wonders for her cleavage and I look at Mistress with awe. She slips on her high heeled slippers. She is SO sexy.
Mistress has me blow dry her hair, and then she has me brush it for her. I lovingly stand behind her and brush her beautiful hair.

This is an act that only a true submissive can understand. It is truly my pleasure to do this -- I don't think Mistress really comprehends that. Then Mistress allows me the privilege of handing her cosmetics as she does her own makeup. She lets me hold the mascara bottle as she makes up her long lashes. She lets me hold her eye shadow case as she gently strokes the color on her eyelids. She lets me hold her blusher compact as she strokes a little color on her cheeks. On other occasions she has made me masturbate while watching her do her makeup, and my cock remembers that, but this is not the plan tonight. Finally she tells me to unscrew her Estee Lauder lipstick in rose, and then she carefully colors her lips. I could watch Mistress apply her lipstick for hours, it is just so sexy. I am completely turned on by the sight of it. Mistress tells me she is done with her makeup. And she is gorgeous.

Suddenly the doorbell rings, and Mistress tells me to answer it. "Shall I tell him you're not finished dressing yet?" I ask her. "Oh no," she tells me, "I am finished." Mistress is beautifully made up, but she is only wearing a bra and panties and slippers. How can she go out like that? Then it dawns on me -- they're not going out. It's an evening at home, with her dressed only in her lingerie. What does that mean for me? I open the door and let him in. He introduces himself as Brad. I suppose he's good looking -- if Mistress likes that type. He stares at me, not knowing what to think, since Mistress has not quite made me into my feminine best. He gives me a sly smile, since he undoubtedly knows my secret, that I may be Mistress's maid, but I am certainly not a female one. However, he is too much a gentleman to say this.

Mistress emerges and they kiss deeply, oblivious to my presence, although why should they care. Brad's eyes bulge at the sight of Mistress's sexy breasts, almost spilling out form her Wonderbra. I help him remove his jacket, and I offer them a drink. As I leave to get their drinks, they start making out on the couch, and Mistress starts to unbutton Brad's shirt. By the time I return with the drinks they are making out passionately. Mistress tells me to bring the drinks into the bedroom. I do, and they both come in too. Mistress then tells me to make myself useful."Useful?" I repeat. I am not sure what she means. "Sissy!" Now Mistress is mad at me. "You're supposed to be my personal maid. Do I have to spell it out for you? Make yourself useful and help Brad remove his pants." I cringe at the thought of this, and I try not to look at him as I kneel down, loosen his belt and help him step out of his pants.

"Well, Sissy?" Mistress says next. I know what she expects, but I can't react. At this point Brad knows too. "Sissy!" Now she is really pissed at me. "Remove his undershorts this instant! But for your insolence to my guest, I want you to put your hands behind your back, and lower his undershorts with your teeth!"

Mistress did not apply enough blush to my cheeks to hide the embarrassment as I slowly comply with her command. I need to put my face right up to him as I gently grab the waistband with my teeth and carefully lower his shorts down his legs. Mistress has surely done it again. She has no end of ways to humiliate me. But she is still mad at me for having to tell me each little detail. She asks Brad if he thinks I need a spanking. Brad is not sure what to make of this, but he is turned on by the sight of Mistress, he is turned on from their making out on the couch, and he is turned on by this sissy maid being made to remove his shorts with her teeth. I am still kneeling and Brad's erection is right at my face. I am actually relieved that Mistress is apparently not going to make me get more intimately involved with Brad.

Mistress grabs her hairbrush -- the hairbrush that I lovingly used to brush her beautiful hair not long ago -- sits down in a chair and motions for me to lay down in her lap. She flips up my skirt, and I wonder if she is going to pull down my panties. She pauses for the longest moment, and I know all three of us are thinking about this. Fortunately, she decides to leave them on -- for now.
Mistress starts spanking me on my panty covered ass with her hairbrush. She has one of my arms bent behind me, as she wails away with her other hand. She is hitting me hard, and I start to scream. Mistress decides she doesn't want to hear my sissy screaming, and she tells Brad to take his undershorts and stuff them in my mouth. I am SO humiliated. Brad spreads my glossy red lips and inserts his shorts in my mouth. Mistress keeps wailing away. My screams are muffled, but I am crying. Brad watches the scene, and his erection grows.

Finally Mistress has had enough of spanking me. She asks me if I have learned my lesson, and if I will be a useful personal maid. I nod tearfully. She tells Brad, "Don't worry, while you and I are busy Sissy will wash and iron your shorts for you." How's that for a humiliation? I have to wash his shorts in the next room while they make love? Mistress wipes my tears and tells me that she know how I can be useful to her. She tells me to take Brad's shorts out of my mouth. She removes her panties and lays down on the bed. She spreads her beautiful legs and motions to me to come to her. "Get me nice and wet for Brad, Sissy."

I am always eager to get Mistress nice and wet, although not for someone else. It is especially embarrassing to go down on Mistress while someone else is watching. But when Mistress speaks, I must obey. I kneel between her legs on the bed, gently spread her lips, and go to work. Mistress must have been mistaken -- she is already quite wet. Kissing Brad and spanking me probably helped get her wet. But I lick her for awhile until she tells me to stop. Brad is standing there with his big erection waiting for his turn. He is certainly ready. But Mistress says that she wants him to wear a condom. I know there is always one ready in her nightstand drawer. "Uh, Sissy?"

I am red-faced as I know what Mistress expects me to do. I go to her nightstand drawer and get a condom. I remove the wrapper and gaze at it. How I wish it were going on me, and then ... But that will never happen. I resign myself to the unpleasant task of taking Brad's cock in my hands and rolling the condom on his erection. Mistress spreads her legs invitingly once more. Her pussy hair glistens -- due to me, I wish I could remind them both. Brad leans forward toward Mistress. Mistress then speaks up again. "Uh Sissy? I want you to insert Brad into me."
Will there be no end to Mistress's indignities? So as Brad gets into position, I take his condom covered erection with one hand, gently spread Mistress's lips again with my other hand, and ease him into her.

What next, I wonder to myself. Will I have to push it in and out too? Mistress thankfully tells me, "Thank you Sissy. That will be all for now. Go into the bathroom and fix your makeup -- it's a mess. Make sure your lipstick is the way it was when Brad first arrived. Nice and red and glossy. Then when your lipstick is right, I want you to jerk off into your pretty panties. Leave them on, because we're going to check. And then don't forget to wash and iron Brad's shorts."
And with that Mistress dismissed me with a wave of her hand, Brad started pumping away, and I retired to the bathroom to follow Mistress's commands.
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adult arcade

2008-06-15T08:01:00.000-07:00

I was a single guy in my mid 30s, and had recently broken up with my girlfriend of the last four years. My libido had always been high, but now it was getting out of hand (pun intended!). I was running around more and more with my pants sticking out in front as if I had a kid's ball bat in there.
My heart wasn't yet into finding a new girl because I was still kind of raw from the breakup with Janet. That didn't keep me from needing sex, though. That night I had just dined at a Mexican restaurant near citycenter, and was driving home, wishing for some kind of interesting diversion.

On the way, I noticed an adult arcade that I'd seen several times but never visited. I knew from the guys at the office that the place offered sexy books and videos. Steve had told me that you could even watch a selection of hard-core videos in the privacy of your own booth. Tonight, that sounded better than just going home and wanking off, and I was in no mood for a bar.
Being a devoted pot head, I preferred weed. In fact, I'd lit another Jay right after leaving the restaurant, and by now I was feeling the effects of the outstanding Colombian Gold my connection had scored for me on a recent trip to Iowa. I quickly lit another and toked three or four times before putting it out.

I was thinking to myself, "What the Hell?" and turned in. Feeling nervous, but already getting horny at the thought of watching some beauties suck and fuck, I had to rearrange old "Clyde" in my pants to minimize my own "show" before I went in.
I walked in bravely, as if I knew what I was doing. I browsed around the books and videos for a while, the explicit pictures and words making me harder all the time. My right hand slipped into my pocket so I could press and squeeze my nearly seven-inch, circumcised pride and joy without being too obvious about it. Paranoid? Naaah. But the good smoke was making my body more sensitive than usual -- especially my cock.

I noticed that most people there were guys, but there were a couple of attractive women, too. That surprised and excited me, even though they were with their guys. It was just sexy and exciting to think that some women enjoyed this, too.
Sooner or later, everyone seemed to gravitate to the arcade. I watched a few get tokens at the counter before they went in. "Time for action," I thought to myself, so I went over and got ten bucks' worth, wondering if that would be enough. I figured it would, since I was already so damned horny.

I sauntered over to the arcade trying to look as casual as I could. Yeah, right! Like no one was going to know I was about to go into a booth and masturbate my hot rod to a roaring climax, or maybe two. Like anyone even cared. They were all there for the same reason: to get their nuts off.
I entered through a hallway where the movies were advertised with colorful empty video cartons displayed in a glass case built into the wall. The pictures of women were all great, and the men all well hung. Although I'm not gay, like most guys I admire handsome cocks when I see 'em. And, a couple times in my life I had taken advantage of opportunities to fool around with a guy. Anyway, a sign explained that the number on each carton was the channel on which that video appeared.

As I scoped out the triple-X action on the cartons, Clyde was starting to ooze right through my shorts onto my pants. I knew I had to get some relief or my pants would have big spots all over the front. So, I walked on into the arcade's long, very dim hallway, which was lined with a series of doors. Some were ajar, and I chose one of those and entered the little booth.

There was a very low-wattage light bulb that was on but there was a switch if you wanted to turn it off. I checked where to drop the coins and where the seat was, latched the door, and fed a handful of tokens into the machine. The video snow changed immediately to a clear picture of a couple fucking. My face got all hot and flushed -- aided by the fine weed, no doubt -- as I watched for a minute before turning off the light and sitting down in the plastic chair. Then I flicked through the channels until I found a video I liked better.

It showed a very pretty, golden-haired girl spread on the edge of a hot tub moaning as her guy was licking her clit, rubbing her belly and squeezing her butt. "Ah, yess," I sighed as I dropped my pants and pulled my big woody out through the opening in my shorts. I let my full balls hang over the bottom of the fly of my shorts. I liked that because it put pressure on the bottom of my balls, which always intensified the pleasure of masturbation. I started stroking him up and down as I stared at the action onscreen.

The woman in the video was still moaning and sighing as I stroked myself, getting wetter and wetter with my lube juices; but soon my stoned brain realized that I was hearing more than one set of feminine moans and sighs. At first I was too busy getting into the slippery feel of my fist on my leaky cock to pay much attention, but after a few minutes it got through to me that the sound seemed to be coming from next door. I looked around the booth to see why those moans were so clear.

For the first time I saw an opening in the side wall, about six inches square. "Ah Ha!" I thought. Bending a little, I looked through the hole into the adjoining booth. The light from the screen there let me see the bare round bottom of what I was sure was a woman moving back and forth a little. Clyde jerked up even higher at the thought of a fine naked female ass right there in front of my eyes... Clyde's way of saying, "Yummmmm, gimme some of that!"
As I looked more closely, I saw she was giving head to the proud cock of a guy seated on a bench in front of her, just like the bench in my booth. My hand squeezed my meat harder as I watched and pumped back and forth along the length of him a few times. Watching this action, I suddenly was hotter than I could remember ever being. I was breathing hard, and felt like I could tear down that damned wall.

I let out a husky groan. My fellating neighbor must have heard me through the opening. She glanced my way, then moved her bottom over to the opening I was gazing through and shook her cute little ass almost in my face. I took that to mean she wanted some attention, so I reached through and palmed her fine butt, which had the effect of causing her to sung up against my hand in pleasure and breathe a soft, "Oh, yessss, baby!" But it was loud enough for me to hear and the acknowledgment from her only made me squirt more lube.

Encouraged, I moved my hand all over her round ass and up and down the crevice between those globes, then down lower between her cheeks to her pussy. My middle finger extended under her looking for her slit. I found it and slid my finger back and forth along her lips.
She was sopping wet, and spread herself for me by squatting down a bit and pushing back even more. That let me slip my finger into her fairly deep, then I added a second finger, eliciting an, "UmmmmmmMMM!" from her stuffed mouth. Her pussy was very snug, even with all her squishy juice, and there was indeed lots of that.

At that instant, I would have given the world to get Clyde inside this hot and sexy girl's inviting box. As if she could read my emotions, she pressed her butt firmly back against the wall, my fingers still inside her. She bent down further over the cock she was sucking, trying to raise her ass and cunt to a position where I could fuck her. I quickly got the idea -- Hell, I'm no dummy! -- and stood up, pointed my raging erection through the opening and rubbed it around slickly on her bottom. We were both hot for each other and we adjusted our stances so that my helmeted glans -- which felt like it was about to burst -- soon found her slit and slipped inside her one or two inches. God, but she felt like liquid fire in there, and I was mad to plunge myself into her all the way.

But the damned wall, although only a couple inches or so thick, limited how deep I could get Clyde into her. I raised up on my toes and pressed my belly tight against the wall to get as far up her pussy as I could, straining my loins forward to the max. I got maybe three inches into her then, and just did those little "almost movements" inside her, concentrating on expanding and compressing my cock by my squeezing butt and pumping blood into Clyde.

She started contracting and releasing the muscles inside her pussy around me. She was very good at it, because those soft, hot folds lining her sweet hot cunt massaged my meat better than any hand ever could. She was about to suck the cum right out of me with her convulsive squeezing, even with such a shallow penetration. I whispered, "Let me come over there."
But she said, "No," and then, suddenly, she pulled away from my cock, leaving Clyde jerking in thin air. "Nooooo," I moaned. "Please, noooo, baby." But almost immediately, I felt heat and wetness on my shaft again, this time deeper, and with the distinctive roughness of a tongue on the Oh-so-damned-sensitive underside of my helmet-glans. She seemed to like that - - natural, I guess, since I have a bulbous, welldefined helmet with a wide glans, just made for a woman's mouth to enjoy in several ways, as well as being perfect for scraping the sidewalls of a pussy on the outward stroke.

"God have mercy," I thought. "She's going down on me, now." With her mouth, she could suck me more deeply than with her pussy in this awkward through-the-wall arrangement. I felt like I had smoked about a quarterpound of hash and had gone to paradise like one of the characters from the Arabian Nights. From her back-andforth movements and little grunts, I was sure she was being fucked from behind by her partner. That thought made it even hotter.
Pressed up against that wall, moaning, lost in pleasure, my prick inside her soft, sweet, fiery mouth, I felt my cum rising and whispered loudly to her, "I'm gonna cum, girl," thinking maybe she'd pull off. Instead, she mumbled what I took for an okay, not stopping her action but increasing her suction. Then I lost it, squirting four or five long streams of my overheated cream into her waiting throat. She obviously wanted it, loved it, even.

She didn't hesitate, but took it all and sucked even harder until I was drained and ready to collapse. That climax had felt like a fire hose squirting, and if anything was left she sucked the last drop from me. Only then did she let me go, making a kissy-slurpy sound as Clyde slipped from her still-sucking mouth.
I bent and could only whisper a husky, "God, thank you, girl ... that was the best I ever had," through the opening. Her hand brushed my cheek as if to say, "You're welcome," and I took that soft hand and kissed it with as much passion as I could muster in my weak state.
Then, she disappeared from my view as the three of us made ourselves presentable to the real world again. I just sat there for a few minutes, getting my breath and regaining my strength, letting my overstrained leg and stomach muscles recover. Then I opened the door and went out. I noticed they hadn't left their booth yet, so I hung around the hallway where they would have to pass, hoping to catch a glance of her in the light.

Then I saw them, and my heart did a quick jump. She was a real beauty, dark haired, short, big eyes, a cute nose, and a very nice mouth (I should have known that, right?)
Her body was obviously as good above as I knew it was below; she was well built, tits not too big but that's the way I like 'em, and a nice little bubble butt that I adored. I didn't even notice him, my eyes were so full of her. As she passed, she looked at me and smiled. I wondered if she knew that I was the guy she had just blown so wonderfully. A small smile passed between us, hinting that she did, and then they left.

I can tell you that she gave me the best female blowjob of my life (so far, anyway), and she was one of only two women in whose mouths I was ever able to ejaculate -- and the other one I had to work hard at to make that happen. Ejaculating in men's mouths was no problem for me, but with women it was. Go figure. Back to the story, I didn't want them to think I was stalking them, so I waited a few minutes, then started to leave. As I passed the counter, the clerk said, "Hey, man, the little dark-haired lady who just left asked me to give this to the guy with the yellow shirt on your way out. You see any other yellow shirts back there?"
"Nope," I replied, taking the offered card. There was a phone number written on it. I could only guess what that number might lead to. Would I call it? What do you think? I'm not stupid, after all.from sextails.com

catching katie

2008-05-12T01:56:00.000-07:00

When we agreed to take in Katie for a few weeks before she started college, I cleaned out my work shed. We sometimes used it as a guesthouse, but, in between stays, it was my personal workspace and temple of solitude. It had electricity, running water and heat. It was small but comfy. I took out my tools, I brought my laptop into the house, I removed two half completed novels, three porn magazines and my personal papers. I left the spy cam hooked up.
I'd installed the cam and a silent alarm a few months ago when there was a wave of neighborhood break-ins. I had remembered to disable the alarm but hadn't unhooked the cam. It was concealed in the ceiling, it was easy to forget. I didn't forget.
Every woman on my wife's side of the family is attractive. Katie, her sister's oldest daughter, was on the verge of beautiful. Her ash blonde hair framed a face highlighted by crystal blue eyes and a healthy smile. Her cute little nose had picked up a light band of freckles from the summer sun but, otherwise, her skin was flawless. She'd been one of the top high school gymnasts in her home state. Her cute round butt and tight, flexible body fueled several of my fantasies. I'd never actually touch her that way. Even though she was now eighteen, she was still my niece. But, I did leave the camera hooked up.
Katie arrived pretty late. The poor kid looked beat. We put her stuff in shed, got some food into her and wished her a good night. My wife usually went to bed early but had stayed up late to get Katie settled in. I was hoping for a little nookie, but the wife was too tired. It wasn't the first time I wandered downstairs a little frustrated, quite a bit horny and not very sleepy.
After making myself a drink, I settled in front of the tube but after channel surfing for a bit, nothing really caught my interest. I wandered back out to the kitchen and made myself another drink. That's when I noticed that the shed light was still on.
With a nervous tingle of anticipation, I turned on the cam monitor and entered my password. The room came in clear but I didn't see Katie. When she came into view, I realized that she had just come out of the shower. She had one towel wrapped around her body and another one wrapped around her hair. The moment she dropped the body towel and plunked down on the bed, my eyes almost popped out of my head. Her tight little body was spread across the bed. Her cute little boobies pointing toward the ceiling, her firm tummy moving with her breath, a light patch of hair surrounding her prominent pussy mound. She stayed spread eagle for a few moments. The beautiful sight of her young, shapely, very naked body was making my cock hard.
With eyes closed she began to rub one of her small but lovely breasts with her left hand. A few moments of this caused her legs to begin squirming on the bed. She moved her left hand on to the other breast as her right began stroking her muscular inner thighs. I couldn't believe my fantasy was coming true the first night. I unzipped my pants. My stiff dick felt good in my hand.
Her right hand began slowly stroking her pussy and my right hand began gently stroking right along with her. She planted her feet on the bed and raised her knees as her fingers petted her light furred pussy with firmer strokes. Her hand cupped her mound, she was grinding up against her palm, her hips rising and falling with the motion. Lifting her butt off the bed, she arched her back and pressed her cunt into the exploring hand, all the while rubbing first one breast and then the other. I began to wish I had installed a microphone. Her mouth was open and all I could do was imagine her moans of lust. Matching her stroke for stroke, I struggled to keep my own labored breath quiet. Then, much to my surprise, she just stopped.
As I watched her lie there with one hand on her right breast and the other between her legs, I figured maybe she'd had a quiet little orgasm or perhaps she was just too tired to come. When she grabbed a pillow I thought she was planning to go to sleep. She rolled over. I was looking down on her rippling back and cute, round butt. I continued to slowly stroke my cock, knowing I was going to have to shoot this load before going to bed. Suddenly I realized that her butt was rocking. She was still masturbating.
Her ass muscles clenched and unclenched while the hand between her legs worked it's sensual magic. The towel had fallen off her head and she was pressing her face into the pillow. She raised her ass further into the air and I could see that both her hands were now between her legs. Her right hand appeared to be stroking her clit as she was plunging two fingers of her left in and out of her sweet young box. I pulled a handkerchief from my back pocket and got a firm grip on my now throbbing dick. Her hand motions were becoming faster, her ass was thrusting up and down, she was racing toward orgasm and I had every intention of coming along for the ride.
Only her forehead was on the pillow as she was looking down at her frenzied fingers. Her back was writhing like a snake, her pussy sucking and releasing the pumping fingers while her other hand played a steadily increasing beat around her clit. I could feel my come churning in my balls and knew there was no holding back. Just as her body stiffened with ecstasy, I shot an incredible load, desperately trying to be quiet as my whole body shook with the force of the cum. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer. I was fighting to catch my breath as I watched her roll over to shut off the light.
Turning off the monitor, I began to grin. The handkerchief was going to have to be thrown out. It was ruined. I began thinking it might be a good idea to keep a box of Kleenex in this room for the next few weeks.from sextails.com

electric email

2008-04-11T00:58:00.000-07:00

My face grows warm, blood rushing to a low throb inside of me at the knowledge that I've pleased you. I imagine the weight of your hands on my shoulders behind me, growing ever closer, the whisper of your hot breath on the back of my neck. My body both relaxes and vibrates at the thoughts of what will come.

I am lost in a state of dreaming- of wanting to bring your body to a searing, rocketing release in the tightness of your hand, imagining my softness. I want to be there watching beside you, on my knees before you, taking you into my lips to taste the pleasure I've brought to you. To take you slowly and fully into my mouth and the hot depths of my throat, to tickle and caress you at the base, to thrill you with my undulating tongue as I grip you there. Then naked beside you on the floor, I quake with desire to be filled by you, craving, aching, pleading with you with my eyes and opening myself to you as a yearning flower with my fingertips.

Instead I sit here on the bed, one finger trailing moist from lips down to toy with a nipple until it grows firm and tight for want of your touch. You read my mail, and grow suddenly and unbearably hard until you must open your zipper and take yourself in hand. I am hell bent on pleasing you, imagining that somewhere, for this night, I can be your lust. I grow wet imagining the salt of you, how you would feel on my tongue and how your body would struggle against me as the climax overtakes you.

In the world of our common fantasy I am on my knees before now and facing away from you in anticipation. You can see the roundness of my ass as I sit on my heels before you. I am strung tightly, empty, my own juices tickling my thighs as I lean forward to take you in. And you are so fulfillingly hard, so male, just where I need you in my desperation to be filled. You masterfully slide into me with and I shake from the impact, so very sweet that I want to keep you there within me. Your welcome heat moves inside of me. I am on the edge taking in every sensation- I picture the muscles of your back working and the way my body takes you in, savor your heavy breathing. You reach around to take my breasts into your hands and tease them, cup them, excite them between your fingers until I moan your name.

I am so heavy with desire that I rock back against you with an ever increasing speed that brings us both closer to release. Without warning, a storm of pleasure fills me like warm water so that I cry out and tighten around your cock. At this moment I need you so badly that I cannot think of anything but your quick ardent thrusts, so impassioned, so maddening that I feel I would surely die if you stopped. You smile at me, knowing that you have brought about such passion, then draw me close to you and drive yourself upward inside of me again and again. I am blinded and deafened and mute.. you feel so right, so damn good, I can't breathe or reason. Inside I can feel you swelling and tightening, reaching your own climax as you ride me faster and faster and can not hold out any longer. We come together gasping, and I hold you there, tightening myself inside to grip you, and slowing my pace to feel the uncontrollable spasms of your release. Then, laughing, we lie back on the floor in a warm tangle. In my corner of the world, here in my room, I can't help but smile. Somewhere, you sit with a satisfied smile of your own and go about your day, wondering what awaits you another evening.from sextails.com

cam cum

2008-03-12T23:50:00.000-07:00

was sitting bare assed on my computer chair and carelessly playing with my cock in front of the camera. The excited face of Anne, my chat mate, was staring at me from the screen. That face and her naked tits was all that I could see of her, but the growing typing mistakes in the dialogue window, made me guess that she had her other hand in her panties. And yet it was only the second time that we were online. The first time she immediately started to talk dirty and it only took five minutes for her to start masturbating on the cam. When she had cooled down a little she apologised and confessed that she had just come out of a painful divorce.

On the advise of some young colleagues and internet wise girl friends she had bought herself a computer and created herself a profile on an erotic dating site. Not without eagerness she had started exploring the frontiers of her new found sexual liberty, of which the piercings in her nipples and her cunt were the visible affirmation. Already in her fifties, Anne was considerably older than myself but with her open face, the short red hair and beautiful big boobs, she was juicier than many a girl half her age.

After her personal confession she wanted to know if I fell for older women and had began to provoke me, without even awaiting the answer. Many hours, quite a few orgasms and intense talks, we logged out. Yeah, you could definitely say that we got it on together.

Today it felt like we knew each other for years. Both she and I were a lot less tense that that first time and playfully I tried to talk her out of her panties, when once of a sudden two slender over my shoulders two slender arms went for the keyboard and starting typing in my place. “Nice to meet you”. Immediately the cam connection was broken off and I say that Anne went offline.

“O honey. Did I frighten away your playmate? I’m so sorry”, my wife’s voice sounded apologetically, although both I and she knew she had done on purpose. It was not as if she had surprised me with some secret hobby. She knew damn well that I cammed and couldn’t care less that I jerked off, as she called it diminishingly. So she left me alone at my games. Until this moment. “Hey, why on earth did you do that?”, I complained. She turned the chair around so that we looked each other in the eyes. “What if I felt like playing?”, she answered? Ignoring her I turned around again and mailed to Anne, hoping that she would look into her inbox.. “Please come online again sugar. Don’t tell me you have become a prude. And I didn’t tell you I wasn’t married, did I now?”. “She’s not bad looking, commented my wife, “but isn’t she way too old for you? I didn’t now you had a thing going for mature women. You will have to look for another grandma, because this one, she will never lay eyes on again. But don’t’ worry, I have quite a few old aunts you might take a fancy too.”

“We will see about that”, I replied to her misplaced witticisms about Anne, but I was afraid that she was right and that I had lost her. I just about gave up hope, when she came online again. “Aha, I triumphed. I signalled her to turn the cam on and after a few seconds she came in view. She had put on a top. “Sorry that I frightened you”, type my wife over my shoulders. “By the way my name is Ellen”. “And mine is Anne”. By the expression on her face I could see that she didn’t feel at ease. Ellen clearly didn’t intend her to make easy on her and took the offensive right away. “Just now you weren’t so scarce with yourself. Come on girl, show me what got my husband so excited. Anne only hesitated for a second and then pulled the top over her head. She was naked under it and had goose bumps around her nipples, which were erect and hard. “I must admit, you have gorgeous tits”, typed Ellen. “You should see what a hard on they give Rudi. Nice”. She pointed the cam to my dick and indeed, the obvious truth couldn’t be ignored. “You now”, tried Anne, who had regained her confidence. “I never saw the fun in these computer games,” said Ellen to me, “but I start realising that my judgement was a bit premature”.

Promptly she adjusted the cam and stripped to the skin, showing herself off. “From one woman to another”, type Anne, “You’re quite a dish yourself”. And then she halted. Where is this leading, I wondered. I should have known, knowing my wife. The she devil! “Do you mind if I sit down,” the continued the conversation. “It’s not really handy typing over Rudi’s shoulders. Answering her own question, she sat down on my lap, her legs dangling on both sides of mine. “That’s better, isn’t it?” And then she teased. “But wait I’m not totally comfortable yet. Something is in the way”, I read on the screen as she typed the message. Ellen lifted her buttocks from my thighs, took hold of my dick and screwed herself down on my cock until he had totally disappeared inside her. “O GOD”, the screen said in big print. I saw how Anne stood up and pulled her panties down over her broad hips. In close up a bejeweled finger slid into her cunt. “Mmmmm”, sighed Ellen starting to go down on my shaft. “Now I get the picture”, and then typing. “Yeah baby finger that pussy of yours. I want to see you come”. Anne’s free arm went to the keyboard. “’I’m so horny. I want to see him ejaculate”. We were all three of us so plugged into looking and seeing that we didn’t want to wait any longer. Ellen slid off my fat cock, glistening with her juices. A few hard pulls on my dick were enough to make me come. Three pair of eyes testified how my cock exploded in thick blobs of sperm against Ellen’s belly, thighs, cunt and clit, which she rubbed it hastily with polished finger nails. The view was so terrific that it alone was enough to make Anne also come.

“OOOO I’M ALSO COMING”, the screen exploded in capital letters as my cock emptied itself layer after layer on Ellen’s body. Anne changed the cam position to allow us to see how the orgasm redesigned her features. Before our eyes her skin seemed to become more supple and soft, as though the climax wiped a sponge over wrinkles and grooves. She looked years younger and a candle lit her face from the inside. I never get tired looking at a women come. I can’t think of anything more beautiful than that. The spectacle sent electric lust waves through my sex. “How beautiful”, Ellen whispered. “You too”, I moaned in response. Ellen groaned in anticipation. “Mmmm”. Anne’s face totally focused, one hand kneading the tide of her breasts, the other one till between her thighs. “Come”, I saw her whisper with soundless lips. With the last drops of pleasure that Ellen milked from my shrinking dick, I now started to massaged her swollen clit. Her pelvis thrusted, announcing her climax. I slapped my cock lovingly against the inside of her thighs, her slightly protruding labia and against her clit, pushing her fingers aside, and finally rubbing my sex hard it. Then she came. I wrapped by arms around her and pulled her tight against me, pouring sweet encouragement in her ears. Anne was fascinated. Her body was shook by heavy contractions as she saw Ellen climax.

I was silent for a while as all three of us had to find our second breath. Anne was the first to regain control. “That was magnificent”, she typed. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”, Ellen. “I didn’t know that looking was so much fun. Seeing you come almost gave me more pleasure than my own orgasm”. She laid her legs over the armrests of the chair, and pointed the cam on her pussy, separating her labia with spread fingers, showing the pink and moist interior, still pulsating and throbbing. “Mmmm”, she moaned, staring with obvious narcissism at her pussy on screen. “I wouldn’t mind looking once more”, her fingers wrote.

Anne took the cam and focused it on her pussy. “No baby. That isn’t what I meant”, Ellen rapidly typed as Anne’s middle finger slid into in. “What is it that you want then…?”, Anne questioned as her hand reluctantly came to a halt on her sex?” “I want to see what you saw just now” Anne put the cam back on top of her computer and sat down. Her expression showed disbelief. “Do you mean…?”, the letters cam slowly as her face a big question mark. Ellen took my dick and gave it a few quick pulls. ‘That is exactly what I mean. To put it bluntly. I want to watch while you fuck my husband. I really want you to bang his brains out. I only hope that you don’t live halfway around the fucking planet”.

Happily that was not the case, though unfortunately Anne did not live near enough for me to be able to fuck her that same day. We drove over the next weekend, arriving at dusk. Anne blushed pink with excitement as she opened the door. “I still can’t believe it, she said excitedly while we exchanged prudish kisses on the cheeks. Purposely she had only put on a nightie which was only slightly knotted negligently around the waist, so that our eyes were drawn to the cleavage between her large pendulous breasts. Shedding all pretence she undid it, sliding it from her shoulders as she preceded us into her house, turning around after Anne had closed the front door after her, meeting our close scrutiny with unblinking eyes. “You have a fantastic body”, Ellen finally said, without the usual trace of sarcasm in her voice. “I hope I still have such a nice bod when I reach you age”, she continued, shamelessly caressing Anne’s tits, pussy and legs with her eyes, while staring to undress until she was as naked as our host. “You are beautiful too”, Anne whispered. And then “I still can’t believe it.” “Can you believe this then”, said Ellen who had walked up to her, taken her by the hand, guiding her towards me, and then placing that hand against my crotch. My cock reacted through the material of my trousers to her touch. Anne moaned, her voice hoarse with excitement.

Clumsily she started to loosen my belt while Ellen moved behind me, took off my jacket and unbuttoned by shirt. My pants fell to my feet. I stepped out of them and out of my shoes, now only dressed in my boxer shorts. Ellen kneeled and pull them down. My cock stood upright, the head slightly vibrating and spinning tiny threads of lust. I pulled Anne against me, crushing my dick against her belly, and kissed her. She was totally fired up, tongue fucking my mouth while her fingers caressed my shoulders, back and buttocks, her nails slightly scratching over my skin, giving me delightful sensations. Ellen still sitting behind me, now took Anne’s hands in hers, splitting my buttocks with them and laying the tips of her fingers in the seam. My anus itched with desire. Ellen had taken hold of one finger, pressing it against the entry. “Put your finger up his arse” she hissed. Anne massage it gently inwards. The sensation of the knuckle, slipping past my sphincter, made my so horny that I nearly her mouth out of her face. I slid one of my hands between our two bodies, gripping my cock tightly below the head, pushing him down, between her thighs and rubbing him against her cunt lips and the button of her clit”. Her mouth freed itself from mine to moan “Will you please fuck me?”. Her face was transfigured beyond recognition by her hankering.

“Don’t worry. He will. But not here”, interrupted Ellen brutally. I looked at her and saw that she had mischief in her eyes. “Where do you keep your cam”, she asked of Anne. Obediently Anne took us to a shielded corner of her living room. De computer stood on table facing a blind wall, the cam on top of the screen. “Turn it on. And put in on record”, commanded Ellen, who definitely had something in mind. She proved it by asking for a small mirror, placing that on top of the screen, leaning against the wall and placing the cam on the floor, a little distance from Anne’s chair, the eye pointed upward. She then pushed the chair away from the table and asked Anne a a full fledged film director to stand in front of the desk, leaning forward, arms stretched, palms flat on the table. “Yes. Like that. Place your feet on both sided of the cam.” Which she now zoomed in on Anne’s cunt. Ellen then moved behind Anne, looking over shoulder and adjusting the mirror so that Anne’s face and swaying boobs were nicely framed in it. Anne saw how her face was reflected in the mirror and stared at her own magnified pussy as filmed by the camera. She blushed, clearly excited by herself and more so when Ellen sat down, pulled the cheeks of her buttocks aside, given me a clear sight of Anne’s sex. “Come on”, she said. I approached. Ellen grasped my cock, pulling me toward Anne’s ass. Before our unbelieving eyes we saw my stiff cock being shoved in close up in Anne’s cunt. “Ooooh” she said. “Do it again”. I pulled slightly back and then pushed my dick back in again in slow motion, as absorbed by the spectacle of the penetration as Anne.

In the meanwhile Ellen had cushioned herself in the director’s seat and was masturbating with abandon, her legs spread angled. “Take her”, she ordered. As if I hadn’t already started to fuck Anne. Despite her age, her pussy was still pretty tight, and what she had lost in suppleness, she made up for amply by rhythmically squeezing her cunt around by thrusting dick.. Over her shoulder I stare into her and my face, while both of us were looking from a corner at my disappearing and disappearing in her, the heavy slaps from my balls against her buttocks, and on the background the blurred image of Ellen stroking herself while watching us.
But most of all I enjoyed the sight of me and Anne looking each other in the eyes through the mirror while I fucked her. She was only leaning with one arm now, freeing the other one to rub her fingers over her swollen clit. I laid my hand over hers, spreading my fingers between, caressing her clit together with her. Anne breathed heavily, taking in air in big gulps. By the . uncontrolled shaking of her pelvis and the pulsation of her cunt, I noticed that her orgasm was just around the corner. As was mine. I felt the seamen literally rising through the hollow tube of my shaft. At the same time that I started ejaculating I bit her hard in the shoulder. “I’m coming”, I heard a voice yell. But it wasn’t Anne’s. I was Ellen’s.

But Anne didn’t seem to hear, she was totally sucked in by the infernal vision of her face, of my face, of our faces, changing and being distorted by that unbearable agony of our orgasm. It was as if we had looked in each other soul. We had done so much more than just fucking.. When the storm was over, I turned her around in my arms, kissing her gratefully. And then, without having to exchange words, we turned toward Ellen, saying “Thank you” from a united mouth.
That night I slept between both ladies, Ellen against my chest, and Anne against my back, their fingers entwined around my sex. Did we dream the same dream. Yes, we did.
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sex fight

2008-02-10T08:53:00.000-08:00

hung up the phone and just sat there. Somewhere, deep in the recesses of my brain, I was just beginning to realize that I had just answered a personal ad. Shit, was I this desperate? God, I hoped not. And I really didn't think I was. I had never read them with the intent of finding that "special someone...."
I read them more out of curiosity than anything else. I always started off reading the "Women seeking Women" section. Like many other males, had a secret fantasy to be with two girls at once. Of course, I never expected my fantasy to take place, but it was still fun to dream, right?
Then I paged back to the "Women seeking Men" section. I breezed through a few of them, getting a couple of good chuckles. Personal ads always remind me of the farcical ads placed with Opus on "Bloom County": "Single, sincere white female, 43, wishes to meet single, sincere, limber Eskimo who's into tattoos, bananas, gargling Windex, Barry Manilow inflatable dolls, cactus, sleeping with large tomatoes, and snake wrestling in Jell-o pudding."
And, of course, the last line was: "No freaks."(*) As I was reading them, I noticed that the small, weekly newspaper that ran the personal ads was trying out a new system. Each personal ad was accompanied by a voice ad. All one had to do was call a local number, punch in the "mailbox" of the ad I wanted to hear, and it would be played for me. I thought that was an interesting twist, so I decided to try it out.
I brought the paper home with me and dialed the number. I scanned the paper and found one that sounded interesting. I punched the mailbox number and sat back to listen. After the announcement, I decided that the voice message was actually a pretty good idea. It gave somebody a little more to go on. It was a little easier to determine the person's personality by listening rather than just reading a newspaper ad.
I listened to a couple more. Finally, I decided that I was just going to listen to one more and then go do some work. The last one in the section caught my eye. It read:
SWF, 25, honest, romantic, adventuresome, equally comfortable watching a movie or being outside playing sports. 5'9", 135, light brown hair, blue eyes. Professional woman. Seeks SWM, 23-30, who is honest, laid back yet not too laid back. Prefer my height or taller, dark hair with light eyes, but am willing to negotiate. Box 1384
That sounded particularly interesting. I dialed the box number and sat back to listen.
I could hardly believe my ears. First of all, her voice was so sexy. It didn't even seem like she was trying, either. And then what she was saying was enticing, too. She was really into sports, both watching and playing. She felt equally comfortable eating at Taco Bell and at a fancy restaurant. She was a marketing rep for a telecommunications firm that sold voice mail products. She didn't qualify herself as desperate for turning to a personal ad. She just said she was open minded and wasn't going to cut down her options.
In her description of her ideal male, she almost perfectly described me. The only thing she left out was my name. It was really uncanny. The clincher was that she liked men that were honest and open "to a fault." Now I fit that perfectly. There was a saying among my friends in college: "if anybody thinks a thought which should not be said because it would be inappropriate due to the circumstances, Jeff will say it."
In fact, I have always prided himself on my honesty. I am extremely blunt. I don't mince words. Which was why I was single now and not still dating Michele. She just couldn't deal with it. Drove her crazy.
So I debated with myself for two days on whether or not to call and leave a message for this girl. I was just at the lower end of her age spectrum (I turned 23 two weeks ago). Finally, I decided that it couldn't hurt to try. Hell, if she was strong enough to leave a message, I was strong enough to reply.
I got home from work and dialed the number to leave a message. "Hi, my name is Jeff. I listened to your voice ad. It's pretty uncanny, but you basically described me. All you lacked was my name. A little about myself: I'm 5'11", 170 pounds. I have dark brown hair and green eyes. My favorite activities are sports. I play just about every one there is.
My favorites are tennis, football, and skiing. I played football for the University of Michigan for two years before I had to quit due to an injury. I also really like to watch movies, both at home and in a cinema." I then told her about the saying my friends had about me at college. Finally, I left my phone number in case she was interested.
***
Nothing happened for two weeks. I wondered what was going on, and toyed with leaving another message. But I thought better and even started to curse myself for leaving the message in the first place. I walked into my apartment and saw that there was a message on my answering machine. I put my briefcase down on the counter, fixed myself a sandwich, and listened to the message while eating the sandwich.
It was her. Pam. She had been out of the country on a business trip and so she wasn't able to check and answer her messages. She apologized profusely. She then indicated that she was interested in meeting me. She left her number and requested that I return her call.
After the answering machine shut off, I wasted no time. The sandwich in my hand, long forgotten, dropped to the floor immediately as both hands reached for the phone. I listened as the phone rang... once... twice... three times. Finally, it was answered... by her answering machine. I waited, and after the tone, left a message. I was just concluding the message when she picked up the phone.
"Hi, Jeff! I was hoping you'd call. I just walked in from work." That sexy voice was there again.
"Hi, Pam. I thought we might be playing more phone tag. How are you?" I replied.
We got the preliminary stuff over, and then settled down to a deep discussion that ranged over a number of topics. Compatibility didn't seem to be a problem. We got along great. Finally, about 4 hours later, we decided that we should get together and meet in person. We threw about plans until we decided on meeting at a small restaurant. We set the time for the next evening, then hung up.
I couldn't concentrate at all the next day at work. Mostly, I just sat there and stared off into space. I tried to picture what she looked like in my mind, using the description she gave. Of course, there were many possible variations based on that information, but I settled on the best-case and worst-case scenario. I knew that she'd be somewhere in between them, but I hoped closer to the best. Time crawled, but finally I finished up and went home to change my clothes.
I looked into my closet, trying to figure out what to wear. "I feel like a girl. I'm looking into a closet full of clothes, but I can't figure out what to wear," I muttered to myself. Finally, I decided to go somewhat casual, so I grabbed a pair of jeans and a nice shirt. That would have to do. Besides, it's what I normally wore, so if she didn't like it, she wasn't for me. That part was easy.
I drove to the cafe. It seemed like forever before I got there. I parked my car in the little lot behind the restaurant, and scanned the other cars in the lot, trying to figure out which was hers. I finally gave up and walked into the restaurant.
The restaurant was essentially empty. There was one person at the counter, and he definitely wasn't my date for the evening. I glanced down at my watch, and noted that I was about 10 minutes early. So I grabbed a seat, a booth in the back, and sat down and tried to relaxed. My heart was beating a little faster than normal. I ordered a Coke and started watching the door, looking for her.
One minute dragged into five. Five into ten. Still no sign. I thought back to the phone conversation the previous night. I was sure that I was in the right place at the right time. At least I was if my memory served me correctly. "Oh, stop it," I chided myself. "You're just nervous. She'll be here."
And indeed she was. I recognized her immediately as she walked in the door. I waved to her, catching her eye. She strode to the back of the restaurant where I was seated. Being a gentleman, I stood up and introduced myself. We shook hands and met eyes. Time seemed to freeze. We didn't notice the waiter approach us to ask if the lady would like a drink; we just stood there frozen in the handshake. Finally, the waiter was able to break the spell and we sat down.
My scenarios were wrong. She didn't look anything like the girl that I had pictured. Initially, she wasn't even close to my best-case scenario. But there was something undeniably sexy about her. It might have been the way she carried herself, the way she walked, that gleam in her eyes. Her smile definitely helped. She had a beautiful smile. It lit up her entire face. I also noticed that she had incredible legs.
Although she was walking toward me, I could still tell. And I could tell that they were really smooth and creamy. She had kind of pale skin, with just a hint of a tan. Those blue eyes were extremely beautiful, too. They were at once open and seemingly innocent, but lurking behind there was a certain kind of mischief. My heart nearly thumped in my chest now that she was there.
We dove into the conversation at once. Soon, our food was served, but the conversation never stopped. Our mothers had always told us to eat with our mouths closed and to never talk with our mouth full, but tonight all rules were off. We sat there and talked for about two hours. Finally, we decided that we should go. I opened the door for her, and on the way out I suggested that we go for a walk around one of the small lakes downtown. She looked at the sunset and then at me and said yes.
We started out around the lake, amazed by the beauty of the setting sun reflected off the smooth lake. The setting was almost too perfect, like some scene out of a Harlequin romance. As we walked, we slowly edged closer together. I finally decided that I would try my luck (although, it really wasn't that much of a chance) and I put my arm around her. She immediately moved closer to me so that my arm would reach farther around her. I rested his hand on the rise of her hip. Several things exploded in my mind.
This just feels so natural, so good, so right. There was also a huge, quasi-electric spark that hit my brain when I first rested my hand on her hip. I was sure that if my brain really was a microchip, there would be smoke rising from it from overload. Before I really even realized what I was doing, I had turned her around to face me, and I was kissing her. About 5 seconds into the kiss I realized what I was doing. And if there would have been smoke before, the whole thing would have blown up now.
I placed my lips on hers, and felt her hesitate for a moment, surprised. Then she returned my kiss with full force. All romantic feelings we felt for each other were set aside during that kiss in favor of the unbridled lust we felt for each other. The kiss became more and more intense, and soon our tongues were dancing together. We also were hugging each other tightly.
We broke the kiss and stood there looking at each other for a moment. We walked arm in arm for a while longer before she dragged me off the path toward an apartment building. She dug in her pocket for her keys, explaining that she lived there. She finally found the key, and soon we were on our way up the stairs to her apartment.
She unlocked the two locks and opened the door. We walked in through the entryway, and she locked the door behind us. She walked into the kitchen and stopped, looking around, seemingly puzzled. That's all the farther she got.
I met her with a kiss in the middle of the kitchen. Again, our kiss became almost desperate. As my tongue explored her mouth I could hear her little moans of passion. I pressed into her, kissing her more deeply. That only made her hotter. We started to grind together as we kissed.
My hands ranged southward to cup her ass. I gave it a couple of gentle squeezes and felt her respond against me. She didn't waste any time: she slid one hand around and started rubbing my growing erection through my pants. I let out a sigh of pleasure.
I took that as a cue that I could progress further. I let go of her ass and started massaging her breasts through the sheer blouse she wore. But that wasn't quite good enough, so I unbuttoned her blouse. She shrugged it off her shoulders without even breaking the kiss. The blouse dropped to the floor around our feet. I reached back and unsnapped her bra with one hand. That prompted her to break the kiss. "Impressive." I smiled back with pride and looked down to see what I was uncovering.
Her breasts were about medium sized, with dark nipples that were hard and pouty. They sagged just enough to give credence to their size. I played with the edges of her breasts. I worked my way inward until I was almost at the nipple, then I worked my way back out. Meanwhile, I had kissed my way from her mouth back to her ear. I began to nibble and suck on her earlobe.
I could tell that Pam was trying to shift her breasts in my hands so that I would have to touch her nipples. It seemed like she was aching for him to touch them. I continued to nibble on her ear and tease her breasts. She was breathing harder now. I then moved down to her neck, still kissing and nibbling. That drew moans from her. It was time for the kill.
I paused with my hands, then pinched both of her nipples firmly. I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger. She uttered a small shriek. She began to tremble as I rolled her nipples. She moaned once more, then slumped against me. "Oh my God. That was so good! Enough of this... I want you now!" she said between pants. I was only too happy to oblige. I backed her up against the kitchen table and started working on the zipper on her skirt. I unfastened it and let it drop to the floor. With a flip of her leg, Pam kicked the skirt so that it ended up right next to her blouse.
I marvelled at her panties. They were black and lacy, hiding just enough to be extremely sexy. I then slid those down her legs, caressing her legs on the way down, and finding that my observations about them were right on the money. They were extremely creamy and smooth. I kissed her legs on the way back up. She unbuttoned my shirt, removed it, and threw it on the floor. My pants were next, although she did have some trouble unbuttoning them in her frenzy. My boxers soon followed. She looked down and stared at my erect penis. I'm not overly long, but I am pretty big around.
I kissed down to her breasts and started kissing each nipple. I alternated pinching them between my lips and sucking on them. I left a trail down to her bellybutton and stuck my tongue in it. That elicited a moan and a little giggle. As I kissed down further, I lifted her up on the table so that she was sitting on the edge. As I neared her pubic mound, I could smell her musky aroma and it drove me wild. I immediately dove in with my tongue. I licked along the lips, feeling her tremble with pleasure. Her taste was unusual, but delicious nevertheless. I made a couple of laps around her lips before I used my hands to part them. I glanced up and down the rift, seeing her clitoris and the opening farther south. I saved the latter for later, and feverishly attacked her clit.
As soon as my tongue touched her clit, she jumped, almost knocking me over, "Ohmigod!!" I slowly swirled around her clit, using my hands to try to keep her hips in one place. I pushed down and around on her clit, eliciting excited moans that bordered on screams. I started being more firm on her clit, working in some sucking. Again she started trembling uncontrollably, so I had to stop. "If you stop right now, I'll kill you!" she screamed at me. Faced with that, I dove back in. I have one long suck on her clit and she mashed her pussy into my face, letting out a load moan. She hit my face two more times before she relaxed, slumping back on the table.
I then noticed that my face and chest were drenched. I've been with some women that were "moist", but after this one I felt like I'd been through a rain forest. Not that I'm complaining. Her scent surrounded me and drove me even crazier.
She looked at me, dripping with her juices, and motioned me over to her. She took my penis in her hands and drew it to her mouth. She gave me a couple of long strokes which nearly sent me over the edge. She was talented with that tongue! She took me out of her mouth and proceeded to drag me onto the table by my erection. Of course, I followed without a moment's hesitation.
When I was finally up there, she shoved me onto my back (she wasn't taking no for an answer). She the clenched teeth. My reply was unintelligible. It felt so good. She was so wet and so tight at the same time. It was indescribable.
She sat there for the longest time, with a look of total contentment on her face. "Just keep this thing inside of me and world peace will arrive in our lifetime," it seemed to say. Then agonizingly slowly, she began to move up and down. Her moans became a long low lustful groan.
Looking back, I was afraid that my face would be frozen like that because of muscle cramps. I tried to keep up with her pace, but even as athletic as I am, she quickly out paced me. I just couldn't keep up. Not that I really needed to. She was doing enough work for a threesome.
I was concentrating so intently on the passion in my hips and her expression of total bliss that I almost didn't hear the small moans and screams that she was emitting as she experienced small orgasms. They seemed to emerge from a fog.
Finally, I just couldn't take any more. "OH GOD I'M CUMMING!" I yelled as I started pumping furiously up into her.
At the critical point, I thrust upward and held my hips up. I was in that position for what seemed like an eternity before my body finally let go of the tension that had built up. My orgasm felt more intense as I could feel the streams of semen pouring out of me.
And apparently that was all she needed to go over the edge. "Oh, yes, your hot come feels so goood!" she screamed back at me as she trembled faster and faster. She arched her back, threw herself back down on my penis one more time, and froze.
She then slowly relaxed and finally slumped against me.
Totally exhausted, she allowed all of her weight to rest on me. I just laid there and held her, caressing her back. We stayed like that for about 10 minutes before she raised her head. I leaned my head up and kissed her. She broke the kiss and smiled at me. "That was beautiful!" And all I could do was nod in agreement.
She suggested that w we would be more comfortable. I agreed, and we started shifting around to get down from the table. We heard a huge creak, and the table finally gave out. One of the legs broke and the table collapsed.
We got up from the floor where we had been unceremoniously dumped and looked at the poor table. It had held up just long enough. "Forget it, it was an old table. Besides, it was more than on the kitchen table. We made love all night, finally falling asleep at about 5 am. It took every ounce of will I possessed to leave her when the alarm went off. I went home, showered, dressed, and went to work.
Now whenever my coworkers read the personals for kicks during lunch, I just sit there and smile to myself. And when they ask me how I met my new girlfriend, I just smile at them, and tell them the answer is in their hands.from sextails.com