Sex Workshop

Sooner or later every kind of workshop gets to Southern California, so I wasn’t too surprised when my wife, Elana, announced that she had signed us up for a body-sex workshop.”

“O.K.” I said, what’s a body-sex workshop?”

“It’s to improve our sexuality. We’re too genitally focused. This will help us get into our bodies and become more sensuous in our lovemaking. Harriet is giving it,” she replied.

“Harriet!” I said. “What does Harriet know about sex? Isn’t she the one whose witchcraft workshops we went to?”

“Well, now she’s giving sex workshops and we re going,” insisted my wife.

Harriet is a trim and energetic woman in her early forties who looks ten years younger. She spends most of her time giving and taking workshops.

This workshop took place on four consecutive Friday evenings. The first evening we arrived at Harriet’s to find she had removed all the furniture from her den except for wall-to-wall carpeting. There were four couples signed up for the workshop, and when they were all there, Harriet had us sit in a circle on the floor.

We began by introducing ourselves. Like my wife and me, most of them were into workshop type stuff, encounter groups, human potential movement, yoga, etc. Most of them didn’t seem to be into too much sex type stuff, so we didn’t talk a lot about that part of our lives when it came our turn.

Harriet followed our rap session with some yoga, and then we all went out onto the deck and got into the hot tub. That’s what got us to take our clothes off. Relaxing in the tub’s hot, churning water, I looked at the tanned California bodies around me, Harriet had small breasts and almost no pubic hair. She couldn’t keep still, always bouncing around like everyone at their ease.

The second evening began in the hot tub, so we started with our clothes off. This time the yoga took on an interesting aspect. Women’s breasts and men's genitals hang the wrong way when you’re upside down doing a shoulder stand or head stand, and you see a lot between men’s and women’s legs when they are spread open from the yoga. Harriet moved on to vibrators. She started on herself, sitting in the middle of our circle, lying on her back with a vibrator pressed between her legs. She came to orgasm quickly. Then she produced a vibrator for each coupIe. I held Elana in my arms while she used it. She came easily, and then we watched the other three women come to orgasm.

Next it was the men’s turn. I had never come with a vibrator before; I thought only women used them. Harriet said this was an important part of men becoming more sensuous. I lay down on my back and Elana sat between my legs. First she used it on my inner thighs to loosen me up, then she pressed it on a spot between my balls and my anus. That spot must have a direct connection to the prostate gland,

because my penis stood right up to a full erection. She then pressed the vibrator against the head of my penis and I came, just like that. I didn’t even seem to build up to it, I just spilled out all over her hands and the vibrator.

She again pressed the vibrator against the sensitive spot between my balls and my anus, and I relaxed to the comfort of the stimulation.

Now Harriet instructed the women to insert the vibrators into their partner’s asses. Elana wet the tip with oil and slowly worked it in. I relaxed as it pushed forward, opening to it. Once in, she pressed it upward. Now the vibrations were directly against my prostate. It was pure, raw sexual stimulation. My penis stood up again and this time I came from the inside, the semen spouting out without anything touching my penis at all.

The third evening began again in the hot tub. This time, after the nude yoga, we tried some sexual tantric yoga positions. Here the point is for the man to be in the woman with neither one of them moving. I sat in the lotus position, upright with my legs crossed, and Elana got me erect with her mouth. Then she climbed onto my lap, reaching down between her legs to guide me into her. She then wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
         After the first five minutes my erection began to fade Then a tingling went through my body and I began to stiffen up again. I could feel an energy rocking back and forth between us, first pouring down out of her body into mine, then back from mine to hers again. The energy increased each time it moved back and forth and then, without even moving, we both came to orgasm.
         After the yoga exercises on the fourth evening, Harriet selected Sue, one of the women in the group, to lie down on her stomach on the mat in the middle of our circle. First we all placed our hands on her body. I could feel our warmth flowing into her and I could tell by her breathing that she could feel it too. Then, after a few minutes, we began to rub her gently, our hands moving slowly over her skin.
         After a while Harriet signaled for us to roll Sue over. Now the massage became decidedly erotic as we fondled her breasts and stroked her face. Her thighs parted to our touch and we slowly lifted her legs open. I moved between her legs and massaged the inside of her thighs, working down towards her genitals. Pressing deep into her on either side of her lips with my thumbs. I could feel the knots of tension break down and her legs relax and open wider and wider. Gently I parted her lips and massaged them with an oil that Harriet gave me.
          Then I poured oil on my fingers and reached them inside, first one, then two, and finally three. Reaching all around, I massaged the inside of her. Several hands were kneading deeply into her abdomen while others played with her breasts, Her head was in someone’s lap while hands gently stroked her forehead, Her eyes were closed. Her breathing became more rapid and I could feel contractions building up in her vagina. Her stomach heaved and her orgasm began, slowly at
first, then more rapidly, more powerfully, until she let out a scream and contorted violently.
          All hands held her to the floor as her thrashing wrung the orgasm fully out of her. Then she lay still, shaking slightly. We rolled her again onto her stomach and Harriet lay down on top of her, using her full weight to comfort and soothe her.

An Open Marriage

Marriage was once sup¬posed to mean fidelity — that is, sex only with your spouse and no one else. But it no longer means that and probably never did. Even in the 1940s, the Kinsey Report found up to 40 percent of women and 90 percent of men having sex outside their marriages, and today the figures are even higher The real issue is not whether married couples have sex outside their marriages. Most do. The real issue is whether they are open with each other about it. When they are open about it, we might say they have an “open marriage.”

Several years ago open marriage burst on the scene as a revolutionary new life-style. Open marriage is different from swinging in that swingers usually go to events together as a couple. There they have sex with other swingers, after which they return to a monogamous life until the next swinging event. People in an open marriage consider themselves free to date other people independently of their spouse. Thus a man with an open marriage might have an ongoing affair with one other woman, or might sleep with various women, and a woman with an open marriage might sleep with various other men.

The first thought that comes to mind when hearing about open marriage is, What about jealousy? The original advocates of open marriage claimed that jeal¬ousy was not a natural human response, but rather was something we learn and that we can unlearn. Years of experimentation and a close look at other cultures suggest that they were wrong. Jealousy is natural and is not about to go away.

A recent survey showed that of all the people who have extramarital sex to¬day, only 15 percent tell their spouse about it. The other 85 percent have dis¬covered it’s better to keep their extramarital affairs quiet. What their spouse doesn’t know won’t hurt him or her. The first question that comes up in open marriage is jealousy. If, realistically, it is always going to be there, how do people handle it? To find out, we spoke to Mark and Edna, a couple who have had an open marriage for over five years. We asked them about jealousy.

“Ten years ago everybody was saying jealousy was something you could get over,” Mark began. “The result was that couples were often brutalizing one an¬other. The husband would have an affair. If his wife was upset about it, he told her there was something wrong with her for being jealous. She then tried to overcome her problem. The thing I have noticed about most of the people who worked on the theory that you can overcome jealousy is that they are now divorced.”

We asked what approach Mark and Edna have to jealousy. “A healthy respect for it,” replied Edna. “Right,” continued Mark. “If Edna is upset about something, that’s not the right time for me to see an¬other woman. If she is worried about her weight, it’s not a good idea for me to say: Hey, Edna, when are you going to do something about your weight? By the way, I’ll be home late on Thursday. I have a date with Judith.’ Edna might not react right away, but the long-range result can only be disaster.

“A better approach would be something like: ‘Edna, you’re really looking great these days. I’m tied up with Judith on Thursday, but how about us doing something special on Friday evening?’”

We asked Mark about his affair with Judith. “She was a friend of Edna’s before we got married. She’s really into opera and so am I. Edna hates opera. So Judith and I go to the opera about once a month, and we usually go back to her place for sex afterward. We have our little rituals. First she showers and then I shower and we get under the covers together. I’m really into her breasts. She has large breasts. Edna doesn’t particularly like me to suck on her breasts and I like to do that, so I pay a lot of attention to Judith’s breasts. Sometimes when we fuck she comes before I do, so then I withdraw from her vagina and straddle her and she squeezes her breasts together and I push my penis between them and move back and forth and I come between her breasts. If I’m hot enough I shoot all the way to her face and she catches it in her mouth.”

“Sounds pretty gross to me,’ commented Edna. “That’s why I do it with Judith and not with you,” replied Mark. Buddy and Sally are a really cute young couple. They are full of life and seem to enjoy everything they do. Their first two years of marriage were mono¬gamous, but they enjoyed sex too much to keep it that way. Sally describes a recent affair. “I teach elementary school, and since the principal lives down the street, we car pool. He’s married too, and he’s real good looking. He and his wife don’t have an open marriage, he just cheats. He can’t control himself, and I’m not about to help him.

“He was really nervous about it the first time. He slipped his hand onto my leg while he was driving and tried to make it look like an accident. I slipped my hand between his legs. I had been hot for him for a month, and I was waiting for him to make a move. I thought he was going to drive the car up onto the sidewalk, he was so surprised by my response.

“That afternoon while driving me home he asked if he could take me somewhere for a bite to eat. I suggested we go to my place, since Buddy was still at work, and I could make some sandwiches. We hardly got into the living room before we were both at each other.

“I got my panties off and he got his pants open and his dick out. I lay back on the sofa and he pulled my dress up and away we went. I was really wet and it felt good after all that time. He was so excited that he came right away. He was all apologetic about it, but I said to never mind, that I would fix it, and I got him on his back and took his limp dick in my mouth. It was all sticky from the two of us, but I sucked it clean and kept on sucking while I reached into his pants and got his balls out. I could feel him getting harder while I sucked on him. It didn’t take long. But I wasn’t going to let him come in my mouth. I wanted him inside me. “He got on top of me again, and this time he con¬trolled himself better. He was really good, with long, slow strokes, going in real deep and not bumping me hard or anything. I just lay back and let him do it to me with those long, slow strokes. Not like you, Buddy,” she said, turning to her husband. “You’re fast and nervous. You should learn to slow down. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, he was fucking me real slow, and pretty soon I could feel it build up inside me like I was going to pop soon, and I did. I had a real noisy —one. It was a good thing nobody else was around! “He didn’t come, though. He said he liked it so much when I was sucking him, and his wife won’t do that, and could I make him come with my mouth. I said I’d love to, I just wanted to be sure he made me come first. I wasn’t going to get left hanging out to dry without coming during this whole thing.

“So I went down on him again. He was really big and somewhat soft even with his erection, and I liked having him in my mouth. I ran my tongue all around the head and then moved up and down on the shaft, sucking real hard and holding his baggy balls in my hand, and he came, shooting against the back of my mouth. I thought I was going to choke, there was so much of it. It just kept coming out. And it was the second time he had come in less than a half hour. He sure had a lot of stuff in him. No wonder he has five kids.

“He just couldn’t get enough of me for the first month, and I had to keep sucking him off like that. Now it’s not so bad. He comes in when he drops me off every other Thursday and we fuck and I suck him before he goes home. He tells his wife he’s on a committee that meets every other Thursday I don’t know how long he can get away with it. One of these days she’s going to spot his car.” We asked Buddy how he felt about his wife’s extra¬curricular activities every other Thursday. Did it bother him while he worked at the brewery, knowing what she was doing?

“No,” he replied, “but I don’t know if it would matter if it did. Sally is so full of sex, she’s going to do it no matter what I think. But I have no complaints. It takes a little pressure off me. On those Thursday nights she’s satisfied if I fuck her only once. The rest of the week it’s two or three times a night.” We asked if Buddy also has outside sex.

“Yes, but not as much as Sally. Her principal is just one of her boyfriends. There are a couple of women I see every month or so, which is enough for me. Actu¬ally, with all the sex I have with Sally, I don’t have much left. My favorite thing to do when Sally is out on a date at night is to go over to Becky’s house and watch TV and make out a little. We don’t even get our clothes off, just sort of fool around.” For most people today, an open marriage is not a long-term life-style, but rather part of a transition or a period of experimentation. Harold and Ginger were married at eighteen. Neither of them had slept with anyone else before their marriage. “After a few years of being married and observing all the sex going on around me, I began to wonder if we were missing something,” Ginger said. “We really didn’t know much about sex, and other than straight fucking we really didn’t try things. I had read about oral sex and stuff, but we never did it. After a while I got up the nerve to talk to Harold about it and dis¬covered he felt the same way. We discussed it for a few months to fully explore all our feelings, and then decided to open up our marriage. Harold said I should go first, since he didn’t want to be responsible if something went wrong. So I did.

“It didn’t take long. My boss had been making none-too-subtle hints for months, and I just let him know it would be OK. Except we couldn’t figure out where to go. We couldn’t use his house or mine, since we both have kids, and I felt a motel was too tacky, so we ended up on the table in the Xerox room after everyone else left. It was fun. He was real nervous someone would find us, and wanted to keep his clothes on—just open his fly—but I wouldn’t stand for it. I made him take everything off, and I did too. And there we were, as naked as could be, on the table in the Xerox room.

“I guess he wanted to be sure I came, so he went down on me with his mouth. Harold never did that, and at first I couldn’t see why he wanted to lick my pussy, but then it felt so nice and made me tingle all over. He kept doing it until I came. It was the first time I ever came that way. Then I asked him if I could make him come with my mouth, and would he show me how. He told me to be careful not to bite on it with my teeth and showed me how to get the pressure just right. I really got into it, moving my mouth up and down on it.

“Then he said we could do it to each other at the same time. I asked how, so he showed me what he called sixty-nine. I was on my back and he was on top of me. His face was between my legs licking me and his crotch was over my face, his balls hanging down and his thing in my mouth. I loved it, it was so exciting, and all in the Xerox room like that. We both came that way and he came in my mouth, which was wild. I had never tasted it before.

“I really liked that sixty-nine thing and I taught it to Harold right away that night and now we do it all the time.”

We asked how they liked their open marriage. “We did it a lot for about a year, and now we don’t do it much anymore,” Ginger said. “We did it because we felt we were missing something by getting married so early and never even having dated any¬one else. We wanted to experiment and learn new things. We sure learned a lot. It was like taking a post¬graduate course. We learned about oral sex and vibrators and all kinds of sex toys. Our sex life together is much more interesting now.”

College Visit

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Double Threat

Robert writes to tell us about an adventure during spring vacation from college that got a little weird. So weird in fact that he’s not sure he’s going to be able to tell the other guys about it…

I couldn’t believe it. It was the perfect score. It was the last day of my week in Florida during spring break, and so far it had been zero in the girl department. Lots of sun, but no girls. Then two of them, Sheryl and Lori. I was lying on my towel on the beach, looking not bad with my shades, racing trunks, and body toned up with some weight work, when I noticed them on a blanket over to my left. They saw me looking their way, walked over, and asked if they could hang around for a while and listen to my radio. Their batteries had gone dead. I said fine.

Sheryl had black hair, cut short, a cute upturned nose, round face, and a short, full figure. She had on a black two-piece bathing suit. She filled it up pretty well. Lori had thick red hair down to the middle of her back and beautiful copper-colored skin set off by a turquoise bikini. She had a nice shape, but was not as full-figured as Sheryl.

We chatted about college and other stuff. They were also down for spring break, soaking up some sun. Then they let it drop. Sheryl glanced at Lori, got a nod, and then said: “How would you like to come back to our room for a while and cool off? Our motel is just up the beach.”

Two chicks. Fantastic. And obviously willing. This was definitely going to make the week worthwhile. We entered the room together. Sheryl went into the bathroom to shower, while Lori got some beers out of a small refrigerator. I lay down on the bed and accepted a beer. Sheryl came out of the shower wearing a terry-cloth robe and Lori went in to shower. When she came out, also in a robe, she tossed me a towel saying: “It’s your turn, sport.”

When I came out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around me they were on the bed in their robes giggling. I came near the bed and Sheryl reached over and yanked the towel off. I hoped they liked what they saw. I jumped on the bed. Lori pushed me down on my back and Sheryl leaned over me, her fits almost coming out of her robe. “We want to show you a nice time, Robert, but you have to do it our way,” she said seriously.
“Sure,” I said, “anything you want. Just say the word.”

“First you have to agree to do everything we say. And, in order to make sure you keep your agreement, you have to let us tie you up. We won’t hurt you, but you have to let us do anything we want to you,” Sheryl explained, leaning a bit more forward so that her breasts came out of her robe and hung over me.

“If you don’t want to play by these rules, you can leave now,” she continued. “If you do want to play by them, we’ll show you a time you’ll never forget.” Since nothing else had happened all week, I figured it was going to be this or nothing. A jump into the unknown. I might as well take it.
“OK,” I replied. “Let’s go.”
“Goody,” said Lori, bouncing up and down on the bed. “He’s going to play.” With that, they both removed the cloth belts from their robes, letting them fall off. Lori tied her belt around my legs, while Sheryl turned me onto my side and tied my hands behind my back.

Rolling me onto my back again, Sheryl said: “Let’s see what this fellow has here,” taking my prick in one hand and balls in the other.
“I got it up, Lori,” Sheryl said.
“Good,” Lori replied. “Let me play with it for a while.”

Lori took over pulling up and down on my prick while Sheryl had a beer. Boy, this was weird. This was the weirdest thing that ever happened to me. But as long as they were pulling on my prick, I wasn’t going to complain.

Sheryl finished her beer. “Hand me the rubber gloves, Lori,” Sheryl said.
“Rubber gloves!” I said. “What are you going to do with rubber gloves?”
“No questions,” Sheryl said harshly. “We can un¬tie you and throw you out right now. If you want to play, you keep quiet until we tell you to talk.”
I kept quiet. Lori produced a pair of tight disposable rubber surgeon’s gloves. Sheryl put them on and filled one hand with KY jelly from a tube.
“Turn him over, Lori,” Sheryl said. “I want to check him out inside.”

Now I knew what the rubber gloves were all about. Sheryl worked a finger into my anus. Good God! What had I gotten into? What were these two girls all about? A second finger followed and then she started to move them around. Hey! She was massaging my prostate. That didn’t feel bad. As a matter of fact, it felt good. I could feel my prick, now pressed flat up against my stomach by the bed, begin to pulsate with the motions of her fingers. Not able to help myself, I moaned and then grunted as her pressure on my prostate made me come, my sperm dumping onto the bed beneath me.

“I got him off, Lori, I got him off,” Sheryl pro¬claimed proudly.
The two of them now turned me onto my back once more. My prick was losing its stiffness.
“Quick, Lori, don’t let him lose it. Get him up again,” said Sheryl.
Lori bent down and took my prick in her mouth. Sucking on it, she worked it up to an erection again.

“Climb on!” cried Sheryl as she took off the gloves, swung her leg over my head, and sat on my face. Lori squatted over my prick and came down so it went into her cunt. Pussy at last! I thought. After all the weird stuff, I’m finally inside a pussy! Sheryl and Lori embraced each other over me, one on my face and one on my prick. Lori rocked back and forth on my prick while Sheryl positioned herself so I could get my tongue on her clit.

“Lick away, she commanded, and I did. As weird as it all was, it was also great having these two girls on top of me. Hugging and kissing, bill¬ing and cooing, they ignored me, greedily working on their own pleasure.

Then it began to become clear to me. Sheryl and Lori were really interested only in each other. They were using me to get off together. They had probably been picking guys up all week and going through this same number!

Well, I wasn’t going to let it bother me. I was with two good-looking chicks (even if they were weird) in a motel room in Florida with one sitting on my face and one sitting on my prick. Things could be worse, I thought. The thing to do is just get into what I have going here.

Sheryl’s pubic hair was short and thin, leaving most of her plump, firm lips exposed. She was juicy inside and my tongue was enjoying it all. She alternately positioned herself so that I could get my tongue into her cunt and then lick her clit.

Lori was really swinging around, her cunt grip¬ping my prick. And the two of them hugging and kiss¬ing each other was turning me on even more. Even though I had come earlier, it was all too much and I felt I was going to come again. Lori sensed it and said: “He’s going to come.”

She and Sheryl held each other tight as I grunted and shot my load straight up into Lori. They both came and Sheryl’s juices ran down over my face. “Well, sport,” said Sheryl as they untied me, were we as good as our word? Did we show you the best time you ever had in bed with two chicks?” Not wanting to admit that it was the only time I had ever been with two chicks, I answered: “Yep, the best time ever.”

Sensuous Leather

I remember the night Andy came home with a pair of expensive leather gloves they’d given him at the office for being the Top Salesman of the Month. They were made of the finest calfskin and we oohed and aahed over them before he took them upstairs, dropping them on the night table next to our bed.

Later, as we lay in bed reading, he picked them up and put them on. “I’ve never felt anything so smooth,” he said.
“You used to say that when you touched me,” I told him.

“Well, let’s see which is smoother,” he replied and gently stroked my belly. For an instant I gasped. There was something almost shocking about feeling an alien texture against that part of my body even though it was my husband’s hand underneath it. But then I relaxed, and began to enjoy the sensations created by the soft leather. I let out a sigh and sank back into the bed. Andy started stroking my breasts, cradling them, jiggling them. He moved much more slowly and delicately than he’d been used to doing recently, and I realized that the gloves were forcing him to be more sensitive. On my part, being caressed by gloved hands was making me just a little delirious.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I said. His hand slid down the length of my body and rested on my vagina.. I was wet and open as he slipped two fingers into my quivering crack. The texture of the leather against my sensitive inner membrane was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. And beyond that was the sensation of the stitching along the fingers as it rubbed into the deep folds of my cunt.

I stretched out at full length and let myself be overcome by waves of voluptuousness. My skin tingled and I rolled my head from side to side like a wanton hussy being ravished. And it was only when I was arching my pelvis into the air; making soft pleading sounds, begging for him to fill me more and more with his sheathed fingers, that he pulled his hand out and mounted me.

By then I was so turned on I just wrapped myself around him like the leaves of a flesh-eating plant enveloping a fly. But when his thick long cock slid into me up to the hilt, I loosened my grip and opened to his strokes. He rode me expertly, the way he always does, but this time there was an added treat. He spread his hands over my face, filling my nostrils with the uncanny animal aroma of leather made more pungent by my own secretions.

The smell exploded in my brain and I swooned. Andy bucked into me violently and I spread my legs as wide as I could, sucking him into my center. We spun off into sweet oblivion, our bodies locked in the ancient dance of desire and the magic gloves turning our regular lovemaking into a night to be remembered. The next day it occurred to me that if gloves could turn us on so much, other items made of leather might take us even higher. I went to a shop that sells leather goods to get a few ideas, and in one corner found a basket filled with scraps that were on sale. There were pieces of suede and several different kinds of skin in all shapes and sizes. I bought a whole bagful for just twenty dollars and took my booty home.

I didn’t show it to Andy until Saturday night when we’d already gone to bed. I turned the conversation to the kind of sex we’d had the night he brought the gloves home and at one point, after he said, “It was really surprising how the feel of leather turned me on,” I reached down, picked up the bag, and dumped its contents all over the sheet.

His eyes widened and he smiled. ”Honey, that’s beautiful,” he said. There was something captivating about the way he responded. His whole manner softened. We picked up the leather pieces and began stroking them, admiring the different textures, learning that each had a different smell. It was as though we’d opened a box of perfumed silks.

I found a section of especially soft leather and wrapped it around my hand, then began to caress Andy’s belly, working my way down to his hand¬some cock, now three-quarters erect. Ordinarily he would have become excited instantly, but the leather soothed him and he lay back and let me give him pleasure. It was marvelous to see him so passive.

Except for his cock, which rapidly grew rock hard. I stroked him for a long time before he stirred again, and when he did, it was to reach down and pull me up so our bodies lay side by side. Then he gently lowered a square of kidskin over my face. It was a triple delight -- not only the smooth material caressing my skin, but also the deep animal aroma and the sudden plunge into darkness.

Andy rolled over and mounted me and it was as though he was a stranger. Disoriented by having my sight blocked and the unusual and stirring smell, I fell from any sense of reality into the realm of fantasy. I was ready for just about anything. I don’t know whether Andy was reading my mind, but what he did next was perfect. He pulled my arms over my head and lightly tied my wrists together with a leather strap. Now, all at once, I was a harem girl at the mercy of her master. The moment that image flashed in my mind, I cut loose from all inhibitions and found myself churning wildly, my cunt surging up to receive his stiff rod.

I thrashed about, my cries muffled by the leather mask. What a picture of abandon I presented, identity obliterated, arms pinioned, ass vibrating madly, breasts quivering. Offering myself wantonly to the man who was plundering me; the man who was at once my gentle husband and a fierce ravisher.

Andy moved very slowly, teasing me. He’d plunge me to the hilt and when I was bucking up against him he’d pull back, his cock at the very opening of my cunt, forcing me to brace my feet and arch up against him, mutely begging for more. It was as slow and steady as he had ever been and it only made me wilder.

Then he moved back until he was kneeling between my thighs, his pulsing erection still splitting me in half, and started tossing scraps of leather all over my body. When I was completely covered he flung himself back onto me. I felt like I had grown a pelt and all the deep animal urges in me sprang to the surface. I started growling, moaning, letting myself feel the overwhelming helplessness of my desire, the primal hunger that can never be satisfied.

Our bodies strained to touch, but all we could feel was leather. The harder we pressed together, the deeper the leather pushed into our skin. Andy moved with an undulating rhythm that swept me into ecstasy. We were at the very core of passion, with all our senses heightened beyond belief. Our sex had never been so total. At last I heard the cries that signal the beginning of Andy’s orgasm, and I gave myself to him entirely, until it was no longer his climax or mine, but ours, and we rode the waves of that shared surrender until there was no consciousness left, only an eruption of heat and a scalding sensation, as though my blood was boiling. We clung to one another for an eternity and then slid slowly and sweetly into sleep. It was obvious that leather had some special magic for us and it was Andy who brought home the next item to delight us. It was a leather bikini with a small leather dildo sewn into the crotch. When I put the panties on, the built-in phallus went right into my pussy. Andy gave it to me on a Friday morning and told me to wear it all day.

By the time he got home from work I was practically a lunatic, but he insisted we go through the formality of dinner and after-dinner drinks, acting normally, as though my thighs weren’t on fire. Finally, he took me upstairs and put the maraschino cherry on the moment by reaching inside his briefcase and pulling out a full-sized leather dildo.

He told me to undress, everything except the panties, and he got naked. He held the dildo next to his own cock, so that two erections pointed at me, a double-barreled erotic shotgun. He nodded slowly and I knew just what he wanted. I sank to my knees. What followed took me places I’d never imagined existed. I took each cock in a hand and began sucking them alternately, first the one of flesh and then the one of leather, going back and forth, slowly at first, then faster and faster until, with my eyes closed, I could hardly tell them apart. It was like being had by two men at once.

At the same time, the leather dildo inside my panties was filling my cunt, and the more I squirmed with excitement, the deeper it dug into me. The leather bikini sank into the crack between my buttocks behind me and rubbed my clitoris in front while I squeezed my pussy tight and fucked the phallus wildly.

Before long I knew I was about to come. I cut loose completely and feasted on the three cocks that were filling me, one my husband’s hot flesh-and-blood erection and two made of smooth, firm, exotic leather. As my orgasm rippled through me, the cock in my mouth pushed down into my throat. For an instant I wondered which one it was, but when I felt Andy’s pungent sperm explode on the back of my tongue, I knew.

We’ve since experimented with a leather cat-o’-nine¬ tails, a leather mask, and other marvelous costumes and gadgets. It’s a safe, relatively inexpensive, sensuous and devastatingly exciting aphrodisiac, and I recommend it to all your readers.

Sex with the Proper Stranger

From my twentieth story office window, I could see a silvery strand of headlights running from the hillside of the city to the ocean. It was a winter rain. The kind that makes you shiver just to look at it. I moved away from the window to my desk loaded with papers, proof sheets, video tapes. We had three days to complete a six million dollar ad campaign for Chocolite, the thin candy bar with the gourmet taste. So, at eight p.m. there I was, beyond exhaustion, still in my glamorous office. Concepts had taken on garish proportions, tumbling and burning across my mind. Things weren’t going well. Annette sensed my anxiety and brought me my fifth cup of coffee for the evening. I hated to refer to Annette as my secretary. She was much more. A friend, a confidant, occasionally a conspirator, always a trooper. She must have been as tired as I was, but she didn’t show it.

‘You know what I do when I’m in over my head?” Annette said as she settled into a soft mauve, leather chair. ‘I get myself thoroughly fucked.” I chuckled to myself. Easy for a sexy little twenty year-old party girl to say. Turning away from the window, I paused to study the reflection of myself in a long mirror. A tall, trim woman, closer to thirty, tailored, successful, attractive but not pretty ... and pretty much burnt out by now.

“Thanks for the suggestion, Annette. But, I’m not like ... that. It wouldn’t work for me.” I’d started to say, “I’m not like you.” Which is true, but not kind. “Why not?” Her disbelief was sincere. I appreciated that. “Call up that artist guy whose been bugging you. He’s not bad looking.” She thought again. “All right, he’s not so great.” she giggled. “You really don’t have anyone special right now, do you?” Before I could object, Annette had collected the phone numbers of a dozen men that her friends swore were attractive and “great in bed.” Her plan was simple. All I had to do was call these good house¬keeping approved studs, pretend it was a wrong number, and maintain a conversation until someone asks me out.

The whole idea was delightfully sophomoric, and since it would never work, it seemed a harmless diversion. The chocolate account could wait. Anyway, I would probably do a better job with it after some diversion. I dialed the first number and was greeted by a smug, egotistical male voice on an answering ma¬chine. “Hi ... this is the one and only hot buns, Daryl. I’m not in at the moment, but honey, I know I wouldn’t want to miss your call.”

Annette listened to the rest of the message on an extension, practically rolling on the floor in laughter. Two more calls netted George, who was obviously not hurting for female company that night, and Don, who was far too anxious to take on anyone. By this time, we were having a ball.

On the fifth call, I hit pay dirt. He was an easygoing attorney. His voice was sexy, yet comforting as I apologized for dialing a wrong number and he said it was perfectly all right. He wasn’t doing anything, and if I wanted to talk, he would enjoy the conversation. He drew me out and I found myself dumping the past few weeks of frustration and anxiety on him. He bore the load effortlessly. Then the conversation took an intimate turn. As if reading my mind, he began sharing an erotic fantasy he had where he’d meet a woman’s eyes in a crowd and without so much as exchanging names, they’d join hands, walk into a nearby hotel, make love for hours and then go their separate ways.

He hesitated. I could tell he was sizing up the energy in our conversation thus far. Then he said: “I’m six foot, have blond hair, brown eyes, I’m wearing a leather jacket and I’ll be at the corner of Wilshire and Bedford in twenty minutes.” Click. The line went dead. Annette dropped the extension, “Come on boss lady, let’s fix your makeup!” I didn’t know if I could go through with it but Annette kept pushing every inch of the way, and with me wanting any excuse to get away from that chocolate account, I did it.

I felt like an utter fool standing on the busy corner in the pouring rain, waiting for a stranger to lead me off. Ten minutes passed in humiliating silence. Maybe he checked me out from across the street and changed his mind? I was ready to bolt when I felt him watching me. Turning slowly, I met a pair of sexy brown eyes. Without a word, he walked through the crowd and took my hand. I felt a jolt of electricity at the contact. The chemistry between us was overpowering. I wanted this fantasy as badly as he did.

Holding hands, we walked several blocks to the Hilton Hotel, where he had booked a room before meeting me. The door closed and we dropped to the floor in each others arms. So great was our urgency that he stretched aside my panties and fucked me through the fly of his pants. I came within seconds after his hard cock slid into my cunt. He continued to thrust like a raging bull for another few moments then came deep inside me with a great gasp of satisfaction.

Completely at ease with each other, we lay side by side on the floor, waiting for the resurgence of desire we both knew would carry us away again. I closed my eyes picturing his beautiful, throbbing cock. With the picture came a wave of desire. Rolling over, I let my lips trail down the line of fine hair of his hard muscled stomach and beyond. He groaned softly as my tongue flicked the tip of his spent masculinity. Dampening my lips, I gently pulled him into my mouth letting my tongue trace the swelling folds and veins. My actions defied him to move, When at last, he could no longer stand the precious agony, he carried me to the bed. I was ready, but it was his turn to tease. Spreading my legs, he slid two fingers inside of me while his thumb massaged my clitoris in gentle, damp strokes. For what seemed like hours, I hung on the edge of an orgasm. Each time I reached the brink of ecstasy, he changed his position or pace. The effect was devastating. When I was writhing and panting in a frenzy of mindless lust, he rolled me over on my knees, grabbed my long red hair with one hand, my breast with the other and fucked me like a dog. He couldn’t have known what sex in that position does to me, but he quickly found out. My body is trim, but my butt is full. When I’m on my hands and knees and it is turned up, my pubis bulges out behind me and my cunt lips loom large and part easily. As soon as he entered me, my vagina went firm with desire and gripped his shaft like it would never let go. My clit grew to a firm erectness that might frighten an insecure man, and my breasts were covered with goose bumps. Releasing my breast, he wet his fingers and applied them to my erect clit, rubbing it back and forth. My ass went into motion as though I were a horse trying to throw a rider. Only he wasn’t going to let himself be unseated. He was going to hang on and ride me all the way. And he did. I came with a scream and felt his ejaculation explode inside me!

For thirteen hours, we did everything a man and woman could possibly do together, without ever uttering a single intelligible sound. Finally, we showered together, shared a single tender kiss and went our separate ways.

When I showed up in the office the next day wearing a smug grin and the same clothes, Annette knew my catharsis had been a rousing success. During her lunch break, she had the phone number blown up and framed as a memento. Although I’d never break the magic by calling the number again, I’d like the mystery lover to know the ad campaign was a huge success, and his phone number still hangs in an honored place over my desk.

A Country Girl

It was a hot, lazy Sunday afternoon, late in the summer, and I was headed back to the city after spending the weekend at a friend’s country place. I decided to get off the highway, put the top down on my convertible, and wander through the winding country roads. I thought it would be nice to bring some fresh corn home for dinner, so when I came across a farm stand, I pulled in.

The only person at the stand was a young woman, and we chatted as I picked out ears of corn and looked over the fruit on display. She was quite striking, with strong, deeply tanned arms and blond hair in two braids, wearing tight, faded jeans and a T-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts filled out the shirt, the outline of her nipples showing clearly. She smiled, showing gleaming white teeth as she caught me looking at her nipples.

“Like to sample them?” she asked. I was just picking out peaches, carefully feeling each one, and I was frozen in confusion. Was she talking about the peaches or her breasts? How could I be sure without making a fool of myself? “They’re nice and firm,” she continued. Now I was totally flustered. I still didn’t know if she was talking about her breasts or the fruit, but I was beginning to suspect it was her breasts, and I still didn’t know how to answer. I flushed and could feel myself become damp with sweat between my legs. Sensing my problem, she burst out laughing.

“I’m sorry I confused you,” she said. “It’s been a long, boring day, sitting at this stand, and you don’t look like you’re in a hurry. Why don’t we go find a nice shady spot out back? Only thing is, it’s been a slow day and I gotta make the cash till come out right, so I’ll have to hit you for forty bucks.” Well, there wasn’t anything confusing about that. She really did look great, stuffed into her jeans and T-shirt. I handed her the money for the corn, plus two twenties, and tossed the bags in the back of the car. She took my hand and led me up a small hill.

The grass was dry and had the smell of late summer. Her hand was strong as it gripped mine, We made our way to a secluded spot in a clump of trees. It was nice there in the shade, the ground moist and soft, and a warm breeze rustled the leaves. We sat down and looked at each other. Neither of us moved. Then she giggled.

“I’m afraid I’m new at this. Not sex, but doing it for money,” she said. “Maybe you should make the first move.”
I laughed. “Forget the money. We’re doing it because it’s fun. Let’s get out of our clothes.”

She responded by pulling off her T-shirt, revealing the most fantastic breasts I had ever seen. They were white against the tan on the rest of her, and they bobbed up and down with a springy fullness. Her nipples were pink and large.

I removed my clothes and then helped her with her jeans, pulling, them as she wiggled her legs. Her pubic hair, set between wide, strong hips, was thick and as blond as the hair on her head. Her nice smell, a combination of the smell of sex from between her legs and the sweat from her long day at the stand, mixed with the afternoon smell of the grass around us.

So there we were, both naked, but still nothing was happening. Finally she laughed and said: “Come on, don’t be shy. And she leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine. That did it. I circled her with my arms and we rolled over Onto the grass, wrapped in each others arms. She was strong and ended up on top. With a hand on each shoulder, she looked down at me, her hazel eyes twinkling, her lips, smiling, and her breasts hanging over me invitingly.

Looks like I’m on top, big boy,” she laughed. Not for long, I thought, I wanted those breasts and I hadn’t been on the wrestling team in college for nothing. She had her weight forward, guarding against my coming up, but she wasn’t looking for me to roll backwards. Bracing my hand against .her upper arms, I lifted my legs over my head, doing a backward somersault, carrying her with me. Even though I caught her by surprise, she tried to regain the upper’ hand, but I beat her to it and got on top. Then I got my mouth on her breast. Boy! Was that good! So firm and ripe with the taste of her perspiration and the grass we were rolling in. I hung on tight and sucked away, getting as much of her into my mouth as I could. I sucked hard and she began to respond, making soft noises. I figured I had her calmed enough that I could loosen my grip, so I let go of her breast and dove between her legs and spread her wet lips with my finger.

Heaven! A day in tight jeans had made her smell thick and sexual. Her hair was soft and her skin damp. I pulled her lips apart and drove my tongue in, just as her thighs clamped against my head and she again rolled on top of me. But] didn’t care. l had my arms around her waist and my face between her legs. She wasn’t going to get away. She grabbed onto my cock and balls and held tight while I ate her, driving my tongue into her sweetness. Her clitoris became erect and protruded and I got my lips over it, sucking it.

She relaxed, going limp on me, and then began to breathe hard as I sucked on her. She took, her time but I was in no hurry. Then she stiffened and came with a soft cry as she let go of her fluids and creamed on my face.

She was all sweetness now as we lay together, our lips touching, our hands exploring each others bodies. I played with her magnificent breasts and she played with my genitals, alternately manipulating my balls with her fingers and pressing my cock against my stomach, rolling it back and forth.

“If you keep doing that, something’s going to happen,” I said softly as I pulled my mouth away from hers.
“We wouldn’t want that” she responded, “You better put it someplace safe.”

Lying on her back, she held her legs straight up, spreading them in a wide V. I have never seen a woman look more fantastic, more inviting. I knelt on the grass over her. Bringing the tip of my cock to her entrance, I leaned forward and entered her. Bliss! I melted into her and she into me. We were surrounded by the sounds of crickets and the wind moving through the grass. Our bodies fused, becoming one, and for a long time neither of us stirred.

Then her hips came to life and began a rhythmic movement beneath me. I caught her movement, just echoing it with slight thrusts. Her movement continued and then became more forceful, a grind, and her breathing became heavy with it. I hung onto her tightly as she began, her whole body becoming wet under me. I was now sweating too, and I responded to her movements by forcefully thrusting into her.

“Harder, come into me harder,’ she said urgently. I hooked my elbows under her knees and tilted her back. I established a long stroke and thrust firmly into her, slapping hard against her upturned butt. She responded with a grunt to each slap and kept urging, “Harder! Harder!”

I thrust as hard as I could, and she still wanted more. Our fucking blended into the hot afternoon and I drifted into a trance.

“Fuck me,. fuck me hard,” she urged, and I did. I pounded away and then I felt my balls tighten like wound-up springs, pulling up hard against my body. The tightness went all through me and she sensed it and her breathing broke into irregular panting and she dug her fingers into my back as I came, exploding inside her. She held me tight, shuddered, and came too.

The sun was lower when I awoke. I was limp now, having withdrawn from her. She opened her eyes and smiled, rubbing her hand over my chest. “Well, you sure broke up the boredom of the after¬noon,” she said smiling. “And you were sure worth forty dollars,” I replied, making her blush. I watched her dress, stuffing those magnificent breasts back into her T-shirt and pulling on her tight jeans, holding her pubic hair down with one hand while pulling up the zipper with the other. Then I dressed, and we walked lazily back down to her stand.

I looked deep into her hazel eyes before getting into my car and driving off.

Sex Toy Party

There have been dildos and other sex toys for a long time, but as the popularity of vibrators spread, a nice selection of products devel¬oped. Originally, these toys were sold only in adult shops, but then sex bou¬tiques began to spring up all over the country. Many of them are quite attractive places to shop and have as many women customers as men. Some even cater pri¬marily to women. But most sex toys are sold through the mail. Mail order companies can provide large se-lections and give buyers the privacy of shopping in their own homes.

But there is now another way of buying sex toys. They are being sold directly in people’s homes at small gatherings or parties. Since Tupperware is the best known company to sell this way, these parties are often described as similar to Tupperware parties. But the products are, of course, quite different I decided to find out what was current in sex-toys parties, so I picked up a copy of the campus paper where I found an intriguing ad. It said: “Ladies, earn extra money selling erotic merchandise. Call this num¬ber.” I called the number and left a message on a ma¬chine. The next day I received a call from Janet. She told me that she would be holding the party at her apartment Sunday afternoon at 3:00 p.m. We chatted for a while and I told her that I do not think I want to sell sex toys just yet, but I would like to watch her sell them. She said she would be delighted. When Janet answered the door on my arrival at her place, I was astonished by the size of her bust. She seemed to notice my gaze, because she laughed a bit as I stepped inside.

“Hello, Ashley. They’re real.”
“What?”
“Don’t worry, I knew what you were thinking. It happens all the time,” she explained. We laughed.

“Well, you certainly don’t try to hide them, do you?” I said. Janet was wearing a beautiful, incredibly sexy, low-cut blouse and tight-fitting blue jeans.

Eventually there were eight women in her tiny apartment. Janet was a real pro. She was funny and obviously enjoyed using sex toys. I’m told that the se¬cret of being a good salesperson is really enjoying the product yourself. Your enthusiasm becomes infec¬tious. Janet kept us all plied with plenty of wine, which helped a lot as she pulled product after product out of her case and let us experiment with them. There was the hum of vibrators all around the circle. A lot of them were out of sight and I could only guess that some of them were tucked away between some of the women’s leg.

Janet had a whole line of sexy nightwear and ted¬dies, open-crotched panties, robes, etc. One by one we went off into the bedroom to change into her sam¬ples and we then modeled for each other.

One woman, Edith, was in silk panties and a silk robe, sitting back on the sofa. The woman next to her turned to her to ask her what she thought of a silver vibrator. Edith smiled and poked the vibrator. She then took a jar of love jelly, opened it, and dipped the tip of the vibrator into it. The room fell quiet as she pulled her legs up onto the sofa and opened her knees. The panties she was wearing were crotchless. She placed the vibrator between her legs, tilted her head back and closed her eyes. A relaxed smile of pure pleasure spread across her face as she pressed the vibrator slowly into her cunt.

Her lips parted and she let out a low moan as the vibrator almost completely disappeared into her. The room was completely silent except for the muffled sound of the vibrator inside her. No one moved or said a word and we all watched in complete fascination as her face began to tense up. Her moans became louder and then she caught her breath and let out a sharp cry. She hunched forward, her hair hanging down between her legs and her shoulders shaking. The woman next to her put an arm around her and held her tightly as one orgasm followed another. Finally she was still. Ja¬net reached down and slowly removed the vibrator from between her legs. “Well,” Janet remarked to break the silence, “This one should be a big seller.” Everyone laughed and began talking and playing with the toys again.

Janet then went into the bedroom and each of us went in one at a time to give our orders in private. The items would be shipped to us. I was last, and since the other women had to get home to prepare dinners, I found myself alone with Janet. She smiled. “You like my breasts?” she asked. I must have blushed pure crimson. “No need to be bashful,” she assured as she sat down on the sofa next to me. She opened her blouse and again exposed them to my view. Reaching her hand behind my neck, she pulled me forward so that my face became lost in her mounds. Her nipple rouge had an orange blossom scent and taste as I sucked on her nipples. I became lost for I don’t know how long with my face in her breasts, while she had her hand be¬tween her legs and played with herself.

We both got out of our clothes and admired each other’s bodies. I like the softness of other women’s bodies and the damp recesses between their legs. We pressed against each other, her large breasts flattening against mine. She ran her fingers through my hair while I felt the curve of her back and the fullness of her buttocks. Then we separated and I put on one of her strap-on dildos. The red ties wrapped around my legs and the large pink latex phallus sprang up from my pubic mound. We both looked at it admiringly. I poured some lubricating lotion into Janet’s hand and told her to rub it on the dildo. She did, her hand moving up and down it with an eagerness that would have made you think it was real. Then I instructed her to get down on all fours. When she had assumed a doggie position on the plush carpet, I knelt behind her and put some lu¬bricant on my hand, applying it between her legs. As I did my fingers found her recess and entered her wetness. Her body shook as my fingers dug deeply into her. First, two fingers were in her, then three, and then four fingers reached in as deep as possible and routed around inside her. When she was fully open and relaxed inside, I brought the tip of the dildo to the opening of her cunt It rested there for a moment and then began to press into her. The dildo was quite large, but bit by bit it gained ground until finally it was all the way in! I paused so that she could catch her breath, and I rested my hands on her buttocks so that I could feel the spasms in her body, which I could not feel through my artificial phallus.

Once she had regained her breath, I began my fucking motions. I started very slowly, almost as a rocking motion, but then I began to pick up speed. She caught my rhythm and began to pant and moan as I moved in and out of her. She had been very much in charge during her meeting, but now I was in charge. I was fucking her, and I was fucking her good. My in and out strokes picked up speed and became more and more vigor¬ous until I was literally slamming into her butt with a hard slapping noise at the end of each stroke. The harder I pounded her, the harder she wanted it.

“More! More!” she cried out. “Harder! Harder!”
I complied, almost going into a frenzy, pounding away as she bucked her ass back and forth to meet me.
“Oooh, God, Ashley, I love it. Yes, fuck me, I love it!” she moaned.

I looked down and saw the dildo pound in and out of Janet’s cunt. I could feel myself getting very close to orgasm and I was hoping that Janet would come soon. She must have read my mind because all of a sudden she moaned a low, sexy growl and started her climax. As her body spasmed around the dildo, I felt my orgasm hit me like a wave and I dropped onto her back. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them tightly as we rode out our mutual climaxes. We collapsed together on the carpet, entwined in each other’s arms. We fell asleep right there, naked on the rug, holding each other.

In the Swimming Pool

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