Linda's (Dirty) Visit

Linda, a good friend of mine, came to visit me and my husband for a week. The first night, my husband Frank was really fucking me good, so I asked him why he was so hot. He told me he was thinking about Linda being in bed with us and he would like to watch the two of us make love to each other. As he told me what he would like to see, I got turned on. I told him I didn’t know if Linda would do it, but we might give it a try.

After supper the next day we all had a few drinks. I was nervous because I didn’t know how to get started. After a few more drinks, I brought up sex. Linda said she had listened to use the night before and it sounded like we were having a good time. Then I got the nerve to say, “Well, you should have joined us,” but she just laughed.

Then the conversation turned to something else. Linda said she was going to have one more drink and go to bed and said, “I had better get to sleep before you two go to bed because you will keep me awake again tonight.”

Frank and I got in bed and started playing around and talking about Linda. Then Frank said, “Why don’t you just go into her room and ask her if she would like to come in here and talk with us.” I got out of the bed nude, knocked on her door, and she said to come on in. She could see from the light in the hall that I was nude and she smiled. I was nervous when I asked her to come to our room. She said to give her a minute.

I got back in bed with Frank and asked what I should do. He told me he would like to see me kiss her when she got in bed with us. I had never kissed another woman.

Frank was playing with my pussy when Linda walked into the room. We had our bathroom light on so I could see she was nude as she got under the sheet on my side of the bed. I raised myself up and turned to her as she as looking at me, and I brought my lips to hers. It was wonderful when I felt her tongue in my mouth. We kissed for a long time as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. While we were kissing, I moved my hand down her body and touched her pussy. Her clit was so big. Then I felt her hand on my pussy as we started to finger fuck each other.

I looked over at Frank and he had his dick in his hand. Linda put me on my back, then started to such my tits. She was on top of me, rubbing her pussy on mine. I was on fire. She kept rubbing her pussy on my clit and I exploded into a great climax. Then I felt her body jerk and tremble as she started to cum. She fell on top of me as we started to kiss again.

Then Linda took Frank’s dick in her mouth and started to suck. I could tell he was about to cum when his dick went down her throat and she kept it there while she sucked his balls dry. Then she kissed me and I could taste his cum. Frank said, “I hope this never ends.” Then he got up and opened the closet where I keep my toys.

Frank has bought me several toys in the past and one is a double-headed dildo. He handed it to me and said, “I want to see you fuck each other.” Linda took it and put it into my pussy. Then she put the other end into her pussy. Then she started to fuck me like a man. I just lost control. I went from one climax right into another. I have never cum so much in my life! All I could say was, “Fuck me, fuck me harder, baby, I am cumming.” It felt so good we kept on fucking each other until she fell on top of me with the dildo still in our pussies.

I rolled her over on her back and told her how wonderful it was. Then I kissed her. I was like a crazy woman. I sucked her tits, I bit her nipples, and then Frank said, “Go all the way, baby.” I made my way down her body and for the first time in my life, put my lips on a pussy. Her clit is very big and I sucked it into my mouth. Linda let out a scream and said, “Suck it, suck it, darling, it feels so fucking good.” I put two fingers in her pussy and kept sucking on her big clit. Her ass came off the bed as she went into a hard climax. She was cumming right into my mouth. She was trembling all over, so I licked the cum out of her pussy.

Frank said, “Damn, what a show.” He was playing with his dick, it was so big and hard. I told him to fuck me good with it. He got on top and really fucked me good with long hard strokes as Linda sucked my tits. I felt my climax start in my stomach and go right out my pussy over and over again. Then Frank started to cum. I could feel his cum as it went into my pussy.

Linda told us how wonderful it was and why hadn’t we done it sooner. After a rest, Linda ate the cum right out of my pussy, then we all fell asleep.

The rest of the time Linda was here, Frank fucked us both and we fucked each other. Frank wouldn’t let us wear anything around the house except one of his shirts with nothing on under it. Every time Linda and I passed each other, we kissed and ended up back in bed. Thanks to our wonderful and loving friend, Linda!

Fantasy Fulfilled!

We took the highway early in the morning to our weekend's destination. My slave girl and I in a nice rental car. Our costumes were in the trunk, the fresh coffee was aromatic in the car, and we shared a muffin while Mina drove. My private property...

She was wearing white lacy garters under her pants. I passed my hands along her smooth neck and through hair every once in a while and she would turn around to give me a pleasant smile of deep contentment within...

After passing through the U.S. border which was guiding us along our way to New York -- the city of opportunities, I ordered her to stop at a gas station, I took her to the restroom, unbuttoned her pants, lowered them, and then inserted a butt plug -- gliding it against her clit -- nice and smooth while I cleaned up the excess of Jelly... Then kissed her bum and gave her a slim sexy skirt which exposed her beautiful legs. As we left the restroom a couple of men waiting for their own woman to come out commented on her legs. They wished they could enjoy her for at least the evening. I felt proud. Mina's beautiful cheeks turned pink as she blushed. She passionately kissed me on the lips as I felt the juices beginning to flow between my legs.

Our journey continued... and we eventually reached destination. As the doorman at the Penta greeted us, and took our bags I couldn't help but notice him staring at Mina's exposed bum. I felt jealous as well as proud. It was a funny feeling. I am a woman after all...

The day was turning into late afternoon -- Friday night in New York City. I ordered Mina to prepare our bath. She did as requested. When I reached the marbled floor of the bathroom, she was kneeling down in the sumptuously decorated room.

She kissed my bare feet for a while, massaged my lower legs. We caressed one another's naked bodies, touched our hardened nipples, and tasted them ... When I then removed her butt plug I was greeted by her relaxed orifice primed for my dildo. We entered the bathtub, and I put my fingers into her open hole. She was in heaven. She proceeded to massage my body completely with her sensuous mouth, her tongue gliding over all my sensitive areas.

When I had had enough I took her out of the tub, took her to the bed and proceeded to manacle her with my furry cuffs, her bum exposed. I couldn't resist awarding her at least twenty strokes with my bare hands. Then caressed the heat coming out of ass cheeks with my tongue. I took a drink out of the mini-bar, and while drinking I rubbed some on her bare breasts and then tasted the alcohol. A little more spanking, and she was even hotter.

It was time for me to tease her some more. Taking out my dildo I slid the soft rubber against her clit. She began to moan with my movements, her heavy breathing served only to arouse me even more. She achieved her orgasm with her entire body was quivering, and then she released a golden shower.

I presented my clit to her mouth. Now it was my time to have more fun. I ordered her to put three fingers into my pussy as she lapped my juices away. I was in Heaven... I called her sweet names. She was my "Candy Teddy, my Sex Kitten, my Slut", whatever she was, she was heaven to me. My orgasm was tremendous. She drank my juices, and I kissed her wet face -- tasting myself.

We caressed each other for a while. A caress which meant "thank-you" to my slave. I took her out shopping for a while. We bought her a beautiful Victorian corset for some waist reduction. It suited her so much. She thanked me and then expressed that her existence was only for me. That was a great satisfaction for a Mistress.

After eating in Tempo, an expensive Italian restaurant, where many men had admired us, we went on to have a drink at the Hilton and listen to the pianist playing the forgotten tunes of yesterdays.

The next morning we woke up with light caressing our nude and tangled bodies. It was time to go and join the convention members. We met and exchanged ideas with many others there from around the world who were also shared our interest in S&M.

That night as were dressing for the Ball, we assisted one other with our royal outfits. I was wore a black velvet gold trimmed dress, suited for a Princess, and Mina had worn a beautiful pink dress, reminding me a young girl going to her Ball Debutante.

When we made the royal entrance to the big ballroom, practically everyone turned to catch a glance of us. Most had worn latex, rubber or leather. However, no one was like us. We made our Royal Statement.

The whole night we danced, met more people into the scene, and exchanged addresses. Than we went to Vaults, a very bizarre S&M club in New York, unique it's own way. Many commented about my beautiful slave girl. Besides Mina, I had trained a few others there.

Early Saturday morning we returned to our hotel, made passionate love and then fell asleep in each other's arms until the check out time. I woke up earlier than her to watch her sleep in the morning light. God, she was beautiful...

-Anonymous

Confessions of a Corporate Lesbian

Every morning, I wake up and seduce myself to go to work and confront the pleasure and pain of my high-powered corporate job. There are parts of my job I enjoy and parts I greatly dislike. Mostly, I enjoy the power and the money, but one of my favorite parts is getting dressed for work.

Being the top female executive at my firm puts me in the position of being a kind of cross dresser; wearing very masculine looking pant suits, little makeup, and even mens’ boxer shorts under my suits. I have always prided myself on being a bit of a butch, particularly around feminine women I find attractive, and being a female ejaculator has helped me live up to the butch role I play sexually and psychologically and the powerful position I hold in the boardroom.

Thursday, my most hectic day of the week, my secretary walked out. I was lucky to arrange getting a temp secretary in the next morning and I was only hoping she was good looking and at least halfway competent.

I showed up to work on Friday in my Belgian gray flannel handmade suit, a paisley ascot and my pressed white cotton boxers. I was freshly shaven in every way and my pussy was still throbbing from my Thursday evening body massage.

In my office was a stunning, petite Asian woman with shimmering black hair bathing her delicate shoulders. Her body was lithe and her breasts were rounded and alert pressed against her white cotton blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could see a hint of her brown and succulent nipples through her blouse. My clit began to pulsate and I could see the day was going to be at least bearable.

She raised her head quickly as she heard the door behind me slam. She handed me my mail and scurried back to her desk. On the way out she muttered, "Good morning, Ms. Morgan. My name is Mia.”

A long morning ensued. The business climate was awful and all I could think about was fucking Mia. I fantasized that I would call her in my office, close the door and begin my repertoire of satisfying activities. First I would make her slowly undress while I twirled my clitoris between my fingers to get off. I would fetch my strap-on dildo I kept in a desk drawer, drape her delicate naked body over my conference table and throw her legs over my shoulders while I entered her, bucking my hips wildly. I fantasized full possession of her body and total authority over her pleasure.

Midday Mia came into my office timidly and asked if she could go to lunch. There was something shy yet playful about her manner. I sized her up for a moment while she stood displayed, waiting for my approval. I nodded without taking my eyes off of her and she left.

I decided it was time for a break myself. I took my jacket off for a stretch and headed toward the women's room. I walked in to find Mia at the sink meticulously washing her hands. I brushed by her resting my hand at the small of her back for a split second and entered a stall. Suddenly the room went dark and I could hear the door being bolted. My stall door crept open and Mia slithered in. My twat was hot and creamy and I could feel the effect of Mia’s presence in the tingling of my wet asshole. She put her hands on my waist and began to unbuckle my belt.

I could feel her hot breath at my throat. Her fingers were nervous and agitated while she struggled to lower my trousers. I tried to caress her and remove her blouse but she squirmed away and insisted on working my pants off first. I was nervous and getting wetter by the second. Before I knew it, Mia had my pants and shirt off and I was standing there in my boxer shorts and loafers. Having always played the role of the butch, I was somewhat uncomfortable and at the same time relieved having Mia take ownership over my sexual pleasure.

She began removing her clothes as if routinely undressing. She stared straight through me the entire time, completely expressionless. Her body was as beautiful as I imagined but I was stunned at what a powerful figure she became once her clothes came off.

Mia instructed me to stand on the toilet and face the door. Without hesitating I followed her orders. She told me to spread my legs a bit further and use the door to hold myself up. I could feel the lips of my wet pussy as they unsealed. Suddenly Mia was squatting on the toilet seat behind my feet and I could feel her wet tongue and supple bottom lip hit my clit. She delicately messaged my clit orally occasionally dropping her tongue to my hole to catch the wetness oozing from me. Next she sucked the whole of my pussy in her mouth and began nibbling it tenderly. At first I jumped at the pinching sensation but Mia's cooing helped me get into it. Gradually she began chewing me harder and harder until the combination of pleasure and pain led to my first orgasm. My legs were shaking and my hands were numb from clutching for composure on the bathroom door.

I tried to step down from the throne Mia had put me on and get back a bit to my traditional role, but Mia wouldn’t have it. She grabbed my ankles firmly and held my trembling legs in place. Her lips then landed between my glory hole and my pussy and she lightly mopped the damp area with her already cummy lips. I knew what was next and the excitement and nervousness of anything anal nearly threw me off balance. She glided her finger in a swirling pattern around my anus and then slowly and rhythmically poked her finger in and out. I could feel the tightness of my own asshole, as if it were my own finger entering it. She asked me if I had ever been fucked from behind before and I replied, "I usually do the fucking.” She giggled and began eating my glory hole with her soft lips and firm tongue. This went on for some time until all the openings in my body were relaxed and spilling fluid. I reached back and felt Mia with my trembling hand and felt my slippery cum coating her face.

We wrestled for a moment while I tried to separate her face from my cheeks but she resisted and kept gnawing at my throbbing anus. She held my legs tightly in place and continued to keep me in a serviced position. After numerous exploding orgasms I begged Mia to change places with me so I too could coat my mouth with femme juices. The more I persisted the more aggressive she became.

Before I knew it her tender mouth was replaced with four fingers and I could feel the rough but soothing friction against my taut insides. Her rhythmic motion brought me to the point of ecstasy and I moaned with pleasure. My pussy began pulsating and I could feel my ejaculation coming on. Mia obviously sensed this and lowered her mouth to my pussy to catch my potion.

I was exhausted and exhilarated. I panted and tried to catch my breath when Mia pulled on my swollen shaven pussy lips and whispered, "Let go.” I wasn't sure at first what she meant by that but I finally caught on to what she wanted. I leaned forward balancing myself on the door, took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I relaxed fully as I felt the fingers of both of her hands enter me, in my cunt and my anus. I tightened for a moment, and then completely relaxed as both hands went all the way in. I came with orgasm after orgasm as I had never cum before.

When it was over she shyly smiled at me as if I were a passing stranger and bolted out of the bathroom stall to wash up and get dressed. For a moment I stood there covered in my own body’s juices feeling satiated and stunned by this short episode. I sat on the toilet to give my limbs a chance to stop shaking. Mia washed her hands up to her elbows at the sink and then thoroughly dried them right down to cleaning my cum out from under her nails.

She dressed in the same routine way she undressed, then turned and smiled at me and in her generally unassuming way, walked out without hesitation.

My Dildo!

I like to call myself bisexual because I’m attracted to members of both genders. However, though I’ve had one long-term relationship with a woman, a few casual affairs and some one-night stands, I’m primarily drawn to men. This is undoubtedly due to my fascination for and adoration of the primary male organ—cocks pull me like magnets into their electric orbs. I love sucking them, rolling my tongue around them, and I love having them inside me, throbbing until they explode, filling me with ecstasy. Recently I learned that engaging in sex with women, though, does not necessarily mean doing without cock. The wide array of sex toys available makes it possible not to "throw the baby out with the bath water," so to speak. I had played around with dildos—I've owned one for years—but it was just recently that I discovered the dildo's full potential.

A lot of people are baffled when they hear about lesbians using fake cocks, wondering why, if they want to get fucked, they don't go for the real thing. But loving women emotionally and sexually does not necessarily preclude the desire to be forcefully penetrated. Those who can’t grasp this concept tend to view lesbian sex as a world of soft flesh against some corny backdrop of fields and flowers. The truth is, many lesbians can get downright raunchy. Laurie was that kind of lesbian. She was ten years my junior, and thus a member of a more liberated generation. Dark hair, dark eyes, a compact petite body with gorgeous firm tits, Laurie went after what and who she wanted with a vengeance. I met her in a women’s bar, and, overcome by her open lust for me, took her home. That first night we were all over each other, sucking, touching, bumping and grinding. Laurie was so aggressive I almost felt like I was with a man. She would spread my legs and hump me wildly, sticking her fingers in my cunt and rooting them around so that I felt I was being fully fucked. At one point we paused to rest and she asked, "Do you have any toys?"

"I’ve got a vibrator and a dildo," I told her.

"Let’s see the dick," she said.

I took out my dainty five-inch lavender plastic dildo and shyly presented it to her like a flower. She held it in her hand and regarded it disdainfully. "You call this a dildo? Christ, it looks like something you'd use to stir the soup!"

I was embarrassed. Clearly, I was lacking in some vital sexual knowledge, though I had no idea what that might be. "Tomorrow you come to my house," she said when she left.

The following night found me on Laurie’s doorstep, my heart pounding and my pussy wet and twitching in anticipation tinged with fear. I had visions of some monster-sized fake cock, or maybe some vibrating machinery. Maybe she was into whips and chains. I wasn’t sure I trusted her enough for that kind of scene. What would she do to me? Whatever it was going to be, I knew it would be exciting and my pussy was dripping. She greeted me at the door wearing a low-cut T-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. When she grabbed me and held me close, tonguing my mouth, I felt a discernible bulge in her pants. Intrigued, I rubbed my crotch against it, getting myself hot, moaning and groaning and thrusting my tits against hers. After a while Laurie released me and led me to her many~mirrored, candlelit bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed and gently pushed me to my knees, my face in her crotch. Slowly she unzipped her jeans and out popped a seven-inch, totally life-like penis. It had an authentic looking head, a simulated vein, and little ridges all along the shaft.

"Suck my cock," she ordered.

I took the thing in my hands and tentatively licked the head. It tasted a little weird—it was in fact made of silicone—but the visual effect was so real that my taste buds yielded to the more powerful psychological nuances. I took it into my mouth as I would a real cock, bobbing my head up and down, letting the head touch the back of my throat. Laurie wrapped her hands in my hair and humped her pelvis. "Yeah, that’s it, girl. Take it all. Suck my dick."

I licked it all over, oblivious to the strange taste, stroked it lovingly, and gazed up to see her eyes smoldering. Soon she made me take off my clothes and rub her cock between my tits. All the while she watched us in the mirror; every so often I glanced over and saw myself in the classic position, on my knees with a mouthful of cockmeat.

After awhile Laurie removed her clothes, and I saw that the dildo was held by a leather harness wrapped around her hips. I’d never seen this before, and I laughed with delight. Displeased that I’d broken the mood, Laurie began to slap my face with her dick until I was whimpering, my pussy dripping wetter than ever. She laid me across the bed, spread my legs and mounted me. Grasping her dick in her hand, she eased the head into my sopping cunthole. I thrust my hips to get more, but she held back.

"You want it? Huh? You want my cock?"

"Yes,” I gasped. "Please, Please fuck me."

She plunged it in and then slowly slid all the way up to the hilt, shocking and thrilling me at once. I squeezed my pussy muscles around it. Closing my eyes, I swore it felt just like I was being fucked by a man. But when I opened them, there was Laurie, her big tits bobbing over my face as she thrust herself in and out of me. I grabbed hold of a tit and sucked, lifting my legs higher to allow deeper penetration. My cunt unfolded more and more until I was nearly fainting with pleasure.

I was on the verge of cumming when Laurie rolled over and placed me on top of her. I sat up on her cock and bounced up and down, reaching a frenzy of excitement. My tits bobbed, the nipples standing out like bullets, and my hair flowed down my back as I arched my body, straining to take in more and more of her. "Oh yeah," she said approvingly, "look at you go!"

She reached up and squeezed my nipples with her fingers, so hard that they hurt, and then the pain changed to pleasure. I leaned forward and she took my left nipple in her mouth, sucking on it.

Encouraged, I fucked that cock like I’d fucked scores of cocks before. Laurie put her hand on my clit and pressed it steadily, until my whole body began to tremble and shake. My cunt palpitated and I had the biggest, noisiest, most drawn out orgasm of my life. My cunt sucked on that dick for dear life. I was so lost in ecstasy, I didn’t realize that Laurie came at the same moment, her clit stimulated by my weight pressing down upon her. She rolled me over and fucked me good and hard, just the way I like it after I cum, pounding herself into me until I was weak as a goldfish. Afterward we laid side by side, the dildo still inside me, and still, of course, hard as a rock. I was totally awed. Not only could a dildo provide the same pleasure as a cock, there was no problem about maintaining an erection. I saw a whole new world opening up, and felt a rush of exhilaration. This was truly women’s liberation; who needed men?

Well, now, guys, don’t panic. As I came to realize, there are still some things a dildo can’t provide, such as the taste and feel of real flesh, a spurt of hot cum, and a pair of balls (which I love to fondle and suck).

And there are all those other delightful male characteristics, like hairy chests, powerful muscles and the ineffable male energy that drives me wild. My lust for real cock hasn’t diminished a bit; rather, my lust for women has increased now that the possibilities have expanded.

Laurie and I continued seeing each other for several months. At one point we took a trip up to Canada. We were afraid that if our dildo was discovered at customs, it might be confiscated, as pornography regularly is on the border. So we came up with an ingenious solution: we put a doll's head over the top, and dressed the dildo in a doll's frilly dress. Naturally, thereafter we always referred to our cock as “Dolly."

After Laurie and I broke up I went out and got myself a quality dildo and harness, and the next time I took a woman to bed, I "wore the pants." I loved the sensation of fucking a woman senseless, tapping into my own strength and power to please her. I also discovered that some men like being fucked up the ass, and I’ve been able to accommodate them nicely. As I said, the joys of dildos have been liberating to my sexuality, with both men and women. And I’ll continue to roll around in bed with whoever turns me on.

-M. R.

The Secret

I’ve been living with a guilty secret for so many years, I finally decided I would write it down and hopefully get it out of my system.

I’m a 32 year-old man, happily married, and the father of a five year-old boy. My wife is a gorgeous, open-minded redhead, and we have a great sex life. I would never want anything to get in the way of that or of our life together. Nonetheless, all during my eight years of marriage—in fact for most of my adult life—I’ve been having strange secret meetings with my childhood sweetheart.

I say meetings because by no stretch of the imagination could you call this relationship an affair. Jan and I have known each other since we were four years old—she was literally the girl next door. We played “doctor” when we were kids—hers was the f1rst cunt I ever saw, and I watched it grow hair and saw her tits develop, just like she saw me grow hair and watched my cock grow by adolescence to a full nine inches. When we were 16 we “went all the way,” and continued going steady all through high school. Then we went off to separate colleges. Though we meant to stay together, writing and calling and seeing each other during school breaks, over the years we gradually drifted apart. I dated other girls. And so did Jan.

That’s right—Jan became a lesbian. But she and I still remained good pals, developing a special kind of relationship: we swapped tales of the women we’d each been with, tit1llating and teasing each other. Jan became my jack-off buddy.

How it goes is this: we see each other once every two or three months, usually at her place. Jan, who is, as she calls herself, a real lesbian slut, tells me all the juicy details of her latest sexual conquests. I used to tell her mine, but now I just tell her whatever the latest thing my wife and I are into, sometimes w1th a fantasy thrown in. We always start off innocently, with just the words, but eventually Jan’s hand wanders ins1de her jeans to stroke her pussy, and I take out my dick and do the same.

“Last week,” she tells me as my cock hardens and throbs, “I picked up th1s little blonde number 1n the women’s bar. She’d only been with chicks a couple of times, but she’d gotten the taste of pussy in her blood and she couldn’t control herself. I think she hangs out there every night waiting for an older broad like me to overtake her. And you know I didn’t disappoint her. I took that little babe home and spread her out on this bed and ate her pussy till she creamed all over my face. Then I strapped on my dildo and fucked the living daylights out of her. When she left she could hardly walk.”

Just when I think I’m hotter than I’ve ever been in my life, Jan switches tracks, teasing me not only with her stories but also by saying stuff like, “You’d really love to fuck me again, wouldn’t you?” or “Too bad I don’t like to suck dick any more.”

I give it right back. “Yeah, well you shouldda seen Nancy sucking my dick last night, better than you ever did. I had her down on all fours in front of the mirror panting and slurping my cock until I came all over her face. You never used to let me cum on your face. I bet you miss th1s cock, don’t you? I bet you wish I’d cum on your face now.” We laugh, we masturbate, and we always cum—in fact I have better orgasms being teased by Jan than I’ve ever had being touched by any one else.

Naturally my wife knows nothing of these activities. She and Jan are great friends and I’m sure she’d feel betrayed and would divorce me if she found out. But I know I’m not hurting her. What Jan and I do together id absolutely no threat to my marr1age. It’s just something I never want to have to give up.

I feel relieved having confessed my secret to someone. Thanks for listening.

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.”

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.