Good Neighbor

It was a hot July day and I had worked out for two hours and my muscles were pumped up and my shoulders tight and my arms ached. I decided to go out back and sit in my lawn chair and get some sun, so I opened the Sliding glass doors and turned on some music and grabbed a cold beer and was laying down enjoying the sun and was drifting off into my little world.

I had not had sex or masturbated in few days and did not realize that my hand had wandered down and was rubbing the head of my dick thru my shorts, very short shorts. Before long I was beginning to get hard so I looked around to see if anyone was watching and the only one that could be watching was my next door neighbour, she was older than me but still looked good and had taken care of herself. We had spoken a few times but nothing more and I guess because of the age difference, we did not engage in more than a hello and her living alone also.

I looked again and thought I saw her standing at her sliding glass door, which leads to her deck. I looked away, being a little shy, and then looked back and she was standing there watching me rub my cock thru my shorts. I was beginning to get harder and I hoped she was still watching but then thought she was probably discussed and had turned away. I looked again and she was still there watching me rub my cock. Now my cock really started getting hard and I could stand it no longer so I run my hand under my shorts and wrapped my hand around my cock and was moving up and down very slowly. I wanted to look and then I did not want to look.

But finally I looked again and she had come out of her house and was standing on her deck watching me rub my cock. Knowing she was watching and I had not had sex in a few days, I was so hot and horny by now that I pulled my cock out just enough so she could see my Pink Head and in a little I looked again and she was still there watching and I thought I saw her hand between her legs, but I thought that was just wishful thinking, so I just continued to stroke my cock. I looked again and now I could see that she had moved her legs wide apart and was rubbing her pussy thru her shorts.

That was all it took, so I pulled my shorts down some more, showing off my 8" thick cock, which had to been larger because I was so hot. I stroked it back and forth very slowly; I wanted this to last as long as it would. I looked back and she had put her hand down her shorts and was rubbing her pussy. I could tell by her face expressions she was getting hot or already there to. Now I was getting in to showing off and let her watch so, rose up and slowly pulled my shorts off. Now I was completely naked and had my hand around my warm hard throbbing cock, which the head was so wet and my cock was hard to hold on to, but I did not cum wanting it to last. When I looked back now, I did not see her. I froze, had I screwed it up and she left and then I saw her walking across her yard and stopped at the fence and put her hand back in her shorts.

I continued to stroke my cock back and forth slowly, holding my balls in the other hand. I would stop every few strokes and rise up my dick so she could see the full length of it. When I looked back I could tell now she was so hot to, so I waved her over and waited to see if she would come over. She was making her way thru the gate and came over and stood there next to me, me naked stoking my cock back and forth. She said, "I'm so hot, you've gotten me so hot and wet, and my pussy is just aching." I ask her if she would get on her knees next to me and suck my cock and pull her shorts down so I could rub her pussy and she did even better, she took her shorts off. WOW, what a site, a big bush, nice body and I knew now that her pussy needed to be stroked to. She got down on her knees and started sucking my cock, taking the full length in her mouth. Been a long time since a woman could take all of me in her mouth. While she was sucking me I started rubbing her pussy and it was so wet, how I loved a woman real wet and ready and I started to finger fuck her.

She let out a small scream I needed this she said. She could really suck my cock, licking the head and kissing my balls and she knew just how to hold and how tight and to rub it up and down. We both were so damn hot, I finally ask if she wanted to go inside and she said, "Yes please, I need you to fuck me good, fuck me hard and I need you to fuck me now." I got up and she did too and walked through my sliding glass door that I had left open, she had taken off her blouse and bra and she got down on all four and I came up behind her and entered her pussy slowly but pushed hard and filled her pussy up with my cock, bringing it almost out and then all the way in.

She said , "Fuck me hard." So I grabbed her hips and really started to fuck her as hard and as fast as I could. I really wanted to please her and when she cum the first time it was so powerful and strong, she ask me not to stop, she wanted to cum and cum and I love that when my Lady can cum a lot. We continued until she had to rest and she lay on her back with such a smile and I told her it was not yet over. I spread her legs and started to suck her clit and lick your pussy, kissing her inner tight, running my tongue all around her pussy and slipping my tongue into her pussy. Then back to her clit and sucked her clit and finger fucked her at the same time.

She cum again real hard and strong, now I was ready and I was getting close and she asked me to come up near her tits and she started stroking my cock. She wanted to watch me shoot my white creamy cum out and she wanted me to cum all over her tits and it did not take long. I shot off and the first landed on the opposite tit, I cum so hard and it felt so damn good.

It had been so long since I had cum so good and then she rub it all over her tits and I sucked her nipples and tasting my cum. She later left and about a month or so later she moved and as she drove by, she smiled and winked at me, a smile and a wink I will take to my grave. Hope that excitement happens again.
-Anonymous

Candy Bar Lover

I wanted chocolate so badly today that I was positive my co-workers could see the desire radiating off me in aura like waves, and far behind my head, trailed cartoon thought bubbles filled with images of malt balls, chocolate stars and gold foil wrapped bars from Switzerland.

It was so cruel that something I clearly loved was denied to me, but because of hormone fluctuation, I couldn’t enjoy the two greatest loves of my life, chocolate and orgasms. Whoever said chocolate was a substitute for sex wasn’t kidding. Both of them gave me a migraine. I had to avoid them like the plague if I wanted a headache free day, but tell that to the rest of my body.

Today, my desire for chocolate was humming inside me so loudly I could barely think. It had started this morning when I saw a Kit Kat on a television commercial, and it had snowballed from there. I had to get it off my brain if I was going to get any work done.

As I booted up my computer, I looked outside my window at the trees lining the parking lot in an effort to distract myself. It was a nice autumn day. The sky was light blue with fluffy white clouds. The air looked crisp, and the leaves were just starting to change color. It was just the type of day to go for a long walk followed by a nice cup of hot chocolate.

Damn. That didn’t work. I frowned. Now I was thinking about those little marshmallows melting on top of the hot chocolate.

O.K, I was going to think about kittens. They had to be the most innocent thing on the planet. How could I attach chocolate to them? I knew they didn’t eat it, and I’ve never seen an actual kitten made from chocolate, you know like bunnies at Easter time, but I had seen cutest little chocolate molds at the antique fair. There were bears, camels and elephants. I could just imagine how cute and yummy they would be coming out the molds. Oh my gosh! I was doing it again.

From the bottom of my drawer, I popped a butterscotch into my mouth, wondering why I didn’t dream about chocolate at night like I did about sex. It would be good to have a piece of chocolate cheesecake in my dreams, but all my nocturnal activities were getting it on with strangers.

Last night I had the most erotic dream about a big, burly man. He was maybe over 6 feet tall and around 230 lbs. He seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t remember if I’d seen him in the building or at the supermarket. Anyway, we were at the movies and I was eating gummy bears of all things, which I usually can’t stand because of the way they squished between my teeth.

He kept trying to turn my head to kiss me, but I was really trying to watch the movie. He started kissing my ear lobe and neck, giving me gooseflesh. His hand slid along my waist. I looked at him. He unbuttoned my blouse and looked inside. I wasn’t wearing a bra. Using his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed my nipple. It hurt, but a good kind of hurt.

Suddenly over come with desire, I climbed astride his lap. I was facing everyone in the theatre, but they were all still watching the movie, so I started sharing mad, long lingering kisses with him as I fucked him on top, my skirt riding up past my hips, the narrow theatre chair digging into my knees, and his buttery popcorn hands on my ass.

My computer screen made that chiming noise bringing me back to reality. I blinked, realizing I wasn’t at the movies. I was at work, but something was going on between my legs. I was throbbing down there as if someone was going to make love to me right now. Scooting around in my chair, I tried to ignore it, but the message from my little love genie was loud and clear. What I needed was a cool compress on my neither regions to settle things down.

I went to the bathroom and started folding some paper towels to wet them under the cold water when Dolores came into the bathroom. She was the receptionist, and she was the most unpopular girl at work. Not only had she been written up for lack of hygiene several times, but also she was a known double dipper.

After giving my paper towels an inquisitive stare, she took the farther of the two stalls. Suddenly, big fart noises exploded in the air, followed by a stench that should only be released in the privacy of your home. I grimaced. There was no way I could take care of my personal business, not now.

Coming out of the bathroom, I was so frustrated that I was trembling. This was so unfair. Dolores was a not so nice person, and she was able to eat chocolate every day. How did I know? I saw her. I just couldn’t take the injustice any longer. I was going to do it. I was going to buy a candy bar and eat it right now.

With purpose, I strode to the vending machine in the lunchroom. I wanted it all, chocolate, caramel and nuts. It was so satisfying to hear the metal clink of the coins in the machine, watching the candy bar fall and waiting for the thud it made at the bottom. It felt even better in my hand, but by the time, I made it back to my desk, the elation faded.

I was still as horny as a kitty cat in heat. There was a war going on inside my body. I wanted two things, but I was afraid if I did both, my head might explode.

My gaze stopped on my car in the parking lot. I could have some privacy out there to make my decision. I knew it was early, but I was going to take my break now.

On my way out, Dolores eyed me like a hawk as I carried my candy bar with me.

“I thought you couldn’t have chocolate,” she said.

“It’s for my nephew,” I lied.

Inside my car, it was warmer and stuffier than I had imagined for a fall day. I put the candy bar on the dash as I put the seat back.

What did I want more? A candy bar or sex? My fingers seemed to making a decision of their own as they traveled down between my legs. I tried to masturbate on top of my pants, but the crotch was bunching up in all the wrong places. Getting a stadium blanket from the trunk, I got back inside my car and covered myself before I unzipped. Of course, I had worn granny panties.

Still, I didn’t have enough room to maneuver, so I inched down my pants. Great, now I was going to leave a big wet spot on my seat. I closed my eyes, trying to get back to the movie theatre, but being in the car was too distracting. I opened my eyes, imagining the man from my dream was standing outside the car watching me.

My eyes closed. I wanted him to reach inside and pull me out of the car. I wanted him to spin me around and push me on top of the hood, pull down my panties and put his big cock inside me. Suddenly, he was fucking me from behind, my breasts smashed on the hood, the quarter panel digging into my rib cage. It was hard to breathe. My body was jelly, pliable, giving into his every need. He slapped my ass, my skin stinging, crying out for more. Suddenly, without warning, he changed lanes. My eyes rolled back in my head.

I was coming. This wasn’t just a little twitchy orgasm. It was my entire body. I tried to grab onto something to hold onto, the blanket, the emergency brake, the dash. My fingers grazed the candy bar. With no time to unwrap it, I slid it inside me. Those nuts and ridges creating all sorts of sensations as I explored places that hadn’t been reached in a long time. My body twitched with my rising orgasm, the stadium blanket seeming to suffocate me, but I didn’t fling it off. I crammed a corner of it in my mouth to stifle my cries, and my feet jammed my brake pedal right down to the floor.

Walking back into the building, I felt a little delirious. There were was something else following me, but I wasn’t ready to acknowledge right this minute. I had one more thing to do before I went home with a headache.

Dolores gave me one of her looks.

“You’re fifteen minutes late,” she said.

I smiled at her.

“I just came back in to tell you I’m going home sick,” I said. “And here, you can have this candy bar. I won’t be seeing my nephew.”

-Tara Alton

Phone Sex

Perusing the back pages of most adult magazines, I always see plenty of phone sex ads for “hot wet sluts” who want a man to cum all over their tits, but I have never seen a phone sex service available for women. There are a few bisexual lines where men and women are welcome, but there are no lines for women who want to hear Romeo whisper naughty nothings. Not being the kind of woman to wait around for technology to satisfy my desires, I decided to take lust into my own hands.

The wheel of fortune landed on Jared, who has been known to satisfy a few of my midnight cravings, and I dived right in. Jared is a DJ at the classic rock station and his radio voice makes women melt. He works 7:00 to midnight, and I’ve occasionally tuned in just to hear him do the station ID while I jerk off. Jared kicked off eleven o’clock with Guns n’ Roses and I dialed the studio hotline number.

"Yeah?" he answered gruffly.

"I want you to get down on your knees and lick my pussy,” I breathed.

"Aww," he recognized my voice with warm immediacy. “It’s you!”

Without giving in to romantic tenderness, I let my demands roll. "I want you to tell me how much you love licking pussy, especially my pussy. I want you to tongue me and finger me and fuck me and beg me to cum for you. Will you do that for me?”

"For you?" he replied, laughing softly. "Let me lock the door, hang on a minute.” Axl Rose blasted through the wires for a few seconds, and then I heard the familiar command, “Play with your tits for me.”

Actually, I was already doing that and fingering my pussy when Jared began feeding my hungry mind with his dirty words.

“I’m slipping my fingers inside your panties and oh, you feel so fuckin’ hot and wet. Mmmm… and you taste so sweet on my hand.” The sounds of him sucking on his finger made me taste my own fingers. I wished he could see how wet he was making me. “You’re gonna keep those panties pulled to the side for me so I can eat you, baby.” He gave a detailed description of licking my soaking pink slit, burying his face and his fingers in my cunt and lapping up every ounce of my sweet and sticky until I couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Want me inside you?” he teased. “Say it.”

“Please, Jared, oh please, please fuck me…” I begged. I rammed four fingers into my hot cunt, and imagined it was his thick, thick gorgeous cock sliding in and out of me. I wanted to get fucked so bad. He moaned, just like he moans when he really sticks it in me, and was breathing heavy. "That’s it baby, fuck that cock, fuck it."

My mind was racing. I could see him between my legs, slamming it all the way in me until his balls slap against my ass, while I rub my clit; my pussy muscles squeezing really tight, and milking him for everything he's got. His breaths were quick and short and his oooh’s and oh yeah’s came tumbling across the air waves.

"Cum all over my cock. Cum for me." Those were the magic words that sent me flying over the edge. I started to scream and shake and barely heard his cries over my own orgasmic blowout. After an orgasm that seemed to last for days, I was able to put the phone back up to my ear.

“Wow,” I sighed. “Did you really cum? Were you stroking your cock, Jared?" I asked.

"Hey, that was a treat for you. I’m just here to rock your house.”

I thanked him for some great phone sex and told him to get back to work. We gave each other a telephone kiss goodbye, each of us making goofy "lots of tongue” noises and hung up.

Until the adult entertainment industry wakes up to the fact that some girls like to put their money where their mouth is, I guess I’ll just have to make Jared play nasty for me.

—Barbara

Camping

Samantha was sure the others were asleep by now. It had been at least 20 minutes since she heard a sound from anyone except their soft breathing. Kel, beside her, was definitely out. He'd had quite a bit to drink, and after 3 years of marriage she knew the rhythm and sound of his breathing when he was asleep.

Samantha was enjoying the camping holiday with Rob and Tabbie, but sleeping with another couple in the holiday trailer certainly put a cramp in one's marital privacy. Two or three days wouldn't have been too bad, but now after 6 nights without any sex, she was almost going out of her mind. Samantha loved sex and wanted - needed, it every day. To top things off, her passion was certainly not abated by seeing Rob every day. Tabbie was a lucky girl, Samantha considered. She couldn't help but imagine what Rob was like in bed. Earlier today, it was all Samantha could do to not stare at Rob in his Speedo. She did secret a few quick glances at his substantial package and was rewarded with a warmth in her pussy that had been nagging her since.

"Yes," she thought, "I'd love to have a sampling of that right about now. Mmhhmmm." A light shiver ran over her at the thought.

She was certainly not going to be able to sleep tonight unless she was liberated from the passion she was almost past controlling.

She considered waking Kel, then decided against it. Was she able to convince Kel to make her cum, she was so horny she knew she wouldn't be able to control her fervor, and would be way too loud in the little camper. She decided she would have to solve this little dilemma herself. She felt that she could maintain some control that way and would hopefully not make much noise, although she was almost past the point of caring about now.

It was pretty warm at this time of year, because of that Samantha had worn only a light nighty over her panties tonight. The nighty was light cotton, and covered her to mid thigh. Samantha was laying on her side and peered through the subtle light in the camper. She looked over at Rob and Tabbie's bed to ensure they were asleep. Rob was closest and turned away from her. Seeing only the gentle rise and fall of the covers from their breathing, she felt a certain amount of confidence as she slid her hand under the covers of her bed.

Slowly Samantha moved her hand along her outer thigh to the hem of her nighty. Gently and quietly Samantha took the hem of her night gown and slid it up over her hip. Her ears piqued to any sound of stirring from Rob and Tabbie, she silently raised her hip off of the bed to slip the right side of her nighty up to her waist. She felt naughty and extremely horny as she slid her hand down to her panties. It reminded her of when she first discovered the joy of fingering her pussy when she was thirteen. She had been in the same room as her older sister. Samantha had made herself cum countless times with Jenny sleeping quietly only 10 feet away.

Slowly she slid her hand under the waistband of her panties as she gently brought her knees apart. Raising her knee high she tucked her left foot behind her right knee as her fingers slipped through the light hair of her pussy. She continued to keep a cautious eye on Rob and behind him Tabbie, as her fingers sought out the throbbing itch of her pussy.

An unintentional moan escaped her as Samantha's fingers finally touched her wet clit. She was absolutely soaked and as she slowly circled two fingers over it she could hear the slurping sounds of her juices under her fingers. Reflexively she thrust her pussy forward against her fingers her eyes closed in pleasure. She slid her hand further into her panties - as the bottoms of two fingers and then the top of her palm slipped wetly over her clit she sunk two fingers as deep as she could into her itching slit.

She was having extreme difficulty remaining quiet as she stroked herself, her fingers soaking wet with her own juices. The pleasure was incredible as she massaged her clit with her palm and wiggled her fingers inside her musky wet canal. She found herself starting to gently hump her pussy against her own manipulations and had to make a conscious effort to settle herself down.

Slipping her fingers out of her needy slit, she slid one finger along her lips up to her clit and back down again, with only the tip of her finger between her salivating pussy lips. Her panties were now a hindrance to her and she determined she had to have them off.

She opened her eyes to once again survey Rob and Tabbie's sleep. She saw that there was no change in their position and then noticed that she could see almost clearly in the camper now. The full moon had come out from behind a cloud showering their little camper in a soft glow.

Since everyone was clearly asleep, Samantha boldly rolled to her back and raised her hips. Hooking both thumbs in the waistband, she slid her panties down over her bum. Bringing her knees forward she slipped the panties off just as she heard a stirring in Rob and Tabbie's bed. Samantha froze and listened closely. Someone was turning over. She slowly lowered her feet to the bed then layed very still, as whoever was moving settled.

If she wasn't so horny she might have decided that it would be too reckless to continue, but she was very aroused and determined to cum tonight. Samantha layed still for what seemed an eternity, then feigning sleep sounds, turned her head to take a cautious look at Rob and Tabbie. She saw in the soft light that Rob had turned toward her now and was breathing quietly, still asleep. Now, out of her panties, she felt a freedom that was erotic and naughty as she quietly slipped her damn underwear under her pillow.

Kel, pretty much passed out beside her, was not a big threat to wake up, but with Rob stirring the threat of being caught added excitement to her already overly excited passion.

Her knees were still drawn up and as she slipped her hands down her tummy her knees instinctively separated. Her hands with a mind of their own continued down her body drawn by the needs of her pussy. Again soft wet sounds could just barely be heard as she slipped one and then two fingers into her eager pussy. She slowly and deliberately massaged her desperate pussy. She played slowly to both remain as quiet as possible, and to maintain this sensation for as long as she could stand. She was so horny she could make herself cum quickly if she tried, but she was loving the feeling too much to have it go away.

Gently she rolled her fingers around inside her pussy as she massaged her clit with three fingers of the other hand. She couldn't prevent the soft moans of pleasure from escaping her, and tried her best to make them sound like sleep noises. She was trying to keep as still and quiet as possible but her passion was becoming stronger, and she was loosing what little inhibition she had left.

She was now uncontrollably thrusting lightly against her hand as her fingers fucked her pussy with increased vigor. "Mmhmm" quietly sounded in her throat. The camper was starting to rock slightly and Samantha almost didn't care.

She was enjoying this too much to make it end so soon. She wanted to cum, but wanted more to maintain the pleasure. Slowing her pace she slid her fingers out of her drenched pussy and slid them up and down her wet lips. The camper was rocking too much now - she mustered all her control and slowed - then stopped her movements. She again piqued her ears to hear if there was any sign of others being awake.

The camper still continued to rock slightly though, even after she consciously stopped thrusting against her hand. She stopped moving completely and there was still a slight movement of the camper.

Opening her eyes slowly Samantha's senses were alert as she looked, felt and listened in the camper. She could hear a slight noise from Rob and Tabbie's side of the camper. As she turned her head slowly to look, the noise stopped and she could feel the camper stop its gentle sway. She could see quite well in the soft light and Rob was still lying facing her, she could see well enough to tell his eyes were closed, but she could see by his breathing that he was not asleep. He was not breathing gently and easily as sleeping people do, rather his breathing was rapid and more intense. Samantha grinned to herself as she guessed what was happening.

Turning quietly toward Rob she discretely slipped out from under the blanket as she spread her knees. Again slipping her hand down to her pussy she slipped a finger inside and wiggled it quickly. Soft sucking sounds were plainly heard now not muffled by the blanket. Rob's eyes opened then widened as Samantha's fingers and pussy were plainly visible only a few feet away. Rob smiled and slowly slipped his blanket back exposing his obviously fully erect cock. Her suspicions were correct, Rob's hard cock was evidence to the fact that he had heard Samantha's play and had started to masturbate as well. His cock was gorgeous. It was quite long and very thick. As he started to stroke it, his fingers barely reached around it. Samantha relished the view of her husband's handsome friend stroking his huge cock only 6 feet away.

The sight of Rob's rock hard cock leaking pre-cum was hugely erotic to Samantha and she again buried two fingers deep inside her wetness. She stroked her fingers in and out in rhythm to Rob's long stroking of his rigid cock. They tried to maintain control of themselves lest they wake their spouses as they continued to masturbate for their and each other's pleasure.

Samantha was getting too, too horny now and was bucking harder and harder against her hand. She ground her clit against the heel of her hand as she rode hard on her fingers reaching deep inside her wet slit. Moans were coming more and more quickly from her as she fucked her pussy mesmerized by Rob's stroking of his cock in front of her. Rob's stroking grew in time to her own play could tell that he too was close to orgasm. She wanted to see his cum, wanted to taste it. She felt very mischievous, naughty and horny as she ached to cum and watch Rob cum too.

Samantha had her legs wide open and her fingers buried deep inside herself. She was fucking herself forcefully now, too excited to be restrained - both she and Rob were on the verge.

She could feel the passion welling up inside her, and knew she was past the point of no return. Suddenly Rob tensed up, his hand stopped stroking his gorgeous cock, his eyes were squeezed tight as his whole body stiffened. A stifled moan escaped Rob as Samantha saw his cock twitch then sprays of cum erupted from Rob's hard cock. Stream after stream of hot semen jumped from his stiff penis, landing on Rob's stomach, his chest, his arm, the bed. It gushed uncontrolled from his hard cock as he lay taut in pleasure. It was all Samantha could take as Rob lay across from her, his cock erupting cum - a great rush of pleasure came over her - she bucked hard against her hand and felt the wash of orgasm roll over her. She reflexively plunged two fingers inside her and held her hand tight to her pussy. Rocking the heel of her hand against her clit she bucked hard against it, grinding her itching, aching clit to satisfaction. Her orgasm, so much in anticipation, was intense. She was barely able to suppress her squeals of passion and pleasure as she rode her hand through her orgasm, the vision of Rob's cock shooting cum making her pleasure even more intense.

Slowly the waves of her orgasm subsided, and as Samantha lay in the afterglow she smiled at Rob and winked. He winked back smiling, he was a beautiful sight to her right now, naked and covered with his own cum, brought on by his excitement at her own play. The orgasm she had, intense as it was, only took the edge off of her passion though. Now actually seeing Rob's cock she had an even greater urge feel it fill her up. Tonight might not be the best situation to do that however.

They both lay quietly now surveying their situation. They listened intently to their spouses breathing. Samantha surmised that Kel had slept through the entire thing and Rob indicated to her that Tabbie too was still asleep. "It was a good thing that both Kel and Tabbie had tied into the whisky that evening," Samantha considered. In retrospect she was certain that she and Rob had been not very quiet. She even remembered the camper squeaking slightly from their play. She was too wrapped up in her pleasure to really think about it at the time mind you. Thankfully though, it appeared that they were undiscovered.

Rob was in a bit of a state however. He and the bed were covered with his cum. He looked down at the sprays of cum and frowned. He gave Samantha a funny look and she suppressed a giggle. Reaching under her pillow she pulled out the panties she had tucked there. She held them up to him with her eyebrows raised in a questioning expression. He nodded with a grin and she gently tossed them over to him. The implication was not lost on either of them. Tonight he would be using her panties to wipe his cum from himself. Another time her panties might have his cum in them for a better reason.

The panties she tossed landed on his chest. As he picked them up he could feel the dampness on his fingers. Sliding the crotch of them between his fingers he shrugged his eyebrows at Samantha and then winked. She smiled back with a slightly shy/embarrassed look - knowing herself how wet she had been before she removed them.

Rob then did something that surprised her. Taking Samantha's panties in his hand he drew them up to his face, and took a long breath of her scent. His body visibly wilted as be smelled the erotic juices of her pussy on the panties. It struck Samantha oddly to see Rob sniff her panties. She was slightly grossed out, but she was more aroused. The thought that she had turned him on so much that he wanted to smell her underwear was very arousing to her. Arousing so much in fact, that she was surprised to feel a familiar warmth growing in her loins.

After taking several long whiffs of her scent from the panties, Rob removed them from his face and began to wipe up his cum with them. Sometimes Samantha found cum to be kind of gross, but tonight even after her intense orgasm she was still horny enough to find it a turn on. As Rob moved slowly to keep from waking Tabbie, he rubbed the panties over himself, wiping the cum from his chest, stomach, arms and bed into Samantha's panties. He was not really able to absorb a lot of it into the scant filmy panties, but he cleaned it up enough to have it not running down his body as it had been.

He held up the panties to Samantha with a "now what do we do with these" expression on his face.

Samantha held her hand out to him and waved her fingers, indicating that he was to toss them back to her. He made a funny, grossed out face and tossed them into her outstretched hand.

Samantha caught them and brought her hand back to the bed. Having seen Rob smelling her panties had stirred up erotic thoughts in her, she knew exactly what she was going to do with her now cum covered panties.

With a coy smile at Rob she winked and held the panties out letting them hang free. She could see the wet patches of Rob's cum clinging to the filmy fabric. She held a finger to a string of cum that was starting to hang down from the panties. Wiping some of the stringy cum with her finger she smiled at Rob and drew her finger to lips. Maintaining her gaze on Rob, she opened her mouth and slid her cum covered finger onto her tongue. Rob's eyes opened wide as Samantha grinned naughtily and sucked the cum off of her finger. Withdrawing her finger from her mouth she smirked at Rob and visibly swallowed his cum.

Rob smiled back at her, visibly turned on by Samantha's actions. He was still on his side, uncovered, facing her and she could see that as she sucked his cum off of her finger his cock was beginning to come back to life.

Samantha returned her attention to the cum soaked panties. Looking them over carefully, she found a large patch of cum and drew the panties to her mouth.

Samantha slipped out her tongue, and touched it to the cum covered spot. First taking long licks she then placed the panties against her lips and sucked the cum into her mouth. After swallowing the spot of cum, she surveyed the panties again, finding a fresh spot to suck. Each time she found a fresh spot she hungrily sucked in all the cum she could.

Rob watched in amazement and arousal as Samantha sucked all of his cum off of her panties. His cock had responded to the sight of Samantha sexily eating his cum. Although it had only been 10 minutes previous that it had shot great gobs of cum in a fantastic orgasm, his cock was now fully erect again. As Rob watched Samantha sucking his cum from her panties, he instinctively began stroking his fully erect cock.

Samantha, satisfied that she had removed all of the cum she could from her panties looked over to Rob. Seeing him stroking his cock again made her grin. "As turned on as I am," she thought. She smiled at him and shook her head from side to side pointing at his hand wrapped around his cock.

She mouthed to him, "No...Tomorrow."

-Anonymous

Caught!

I came home from my junior year collage one weekend to visit my parents and to just get away from the school atmosphere. No one was in the house, or so I thought, so I went to my room and took off my clothes, popped in a XXX rated movie and began to stroke my cock hard.

As I was stroking my cock slowly I heard someone outside my door and looked over to see if it was still closed. It was opened a little bit and my sisters friend Mary Beth was staring in at me watching me jerk off. She saw me looking at her and smiled, so I invited her into my room to watch, and she accepted my invitation.

Marybeth was a freshman in collage, she went to a local community collage. She was 18 years old and so hot looking. She was a cheerleader like my sister for as long as I could remember and I have always wanted to fuck her. Her long dirty blonde hair, her shapely thighs and firm tits were all I really needed to think about if I wanted to jerk off and had no movies to watch. I had jerked off thinking about her sucking my cock many times.

Marybeth told me that she had always wanted to fuck me since she was a freshman in high school. Hearing that just made my cock so hard I thought I was going to cum right there. She walked over to me and touched me across my ass and slowly slide her hand around to my my cock and grab onto it. She started to stroke it.

I was so turned on that I shot my load all over her hand and pants leg. She smiled at me and said round one is over, ready for round 2. She took off her shirt and bra and pressed my face into her tits. I slowly licked on them and she moaned a little bit as I sucked on the nipples. I slide my hand down an started to massage her ass and pussy through her pants, and I could feel her crotch getting wet through her jeans.

I undid her pants and slide them off along with her panties. She had the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen, just as I imagined it for all those years, shaved just enough to get a sexy bathing suit or bikini panties on and cover the hair.

I could not wait any longer, and laid her on the floor and started to like her pussy, sliding my tongue deep into her wet pussy she was begging me to let her suck my cock, so I spun around and we 69'ed each other. My cock was rock hard as soon she grabbed it and put it into her mouth, and she started to suck on it slowly, taking all of it into her mouth.

She was begging me to fuck her now, she told me that she has always wanted to feel my cock deep in her pussy, and she had be masturbating to that thought for the last four years. So I slide my cock inside her pussy and it was so tight and wet that I got 4 or 5 strokes, had to pull my cock out and shot my load all over her. She was screaming for me to let her suck my cock hard again because she wanted to be fucked. I told her that was not necessary, because I was still rock hard and slide my cock back inside her.

I think I pumped her pussy about 20 or 30 strokes and she came, scratching my back and screaming my name to fuck her harder, and that she was cumming. I continued to pump my cock inside her, harder and harder, for about 15 more minutes, she came 2 more times and when I was ready to cum, she told to pull out and she wanted to suck me off. So when I was ready to cum, I pulled out and she swallowed my cock into her mouth and sucked as hard as she could, trying to suck the cum right out of my cock.

I moaned as I was ready to cum, grabbed the back of her head and shoved my cock as deep into her mouth as I could and shot my load, wave after wave of cum shot down her throat and some was running out of her mouth and down her chin. She sucked my cock till it was limp in her mouth, then slid it out and moved up to kiss me.

We laid in bed for a little bit and then I asked her if she didn't think that she should be getting back to my sister. She had told me that they had been planing this for a while now, and when I came home, my sister had called her and she said she would be there the next day. My sister had arranged for my parents to be gone all day also.

So we fucked 3 more times before she had to go home but begged mre to call her and let her know when I was coming home again. I come home every weekend now for our little fuck fests.

-Anonymous

The UPS Man

My friend Suzette and I have this standing joke that one day we’re each going to get boffed by the UPS delivery man. The scenario: I am the only one in the office when the UPS guy comes for the 5:00 pm pick-up and we enjoy the pleasures of a zipless fuck. What started out as an outrageous implaus1bility soon turned into an active fantasy. This is going to sound completely unbelievable, but fantasy soon became reality.

It didn’t happen in the office, though; it happened at my apartment. I took a day off from work to catch up on some personal business, clean my house and just relax. I ran a bunch of errands in the morning and came back feeling a l1ttle exhausted so I laid down on my bed. My mind started to wander, letting all work-related stress escape out the window. I started to entertain a few sexual fantasies and reached into the nightstand drawer for my vibrator. With each erotic mindgame, I came really hard. I felt like I could ride my vibrator forever and it still wouldn’t be enough.

During what must have been my eighth orgasm, the doorbell rang. The doorbell is not a musical ding-dong chime, it’s an annoying buzzer louder than a bullhorn that could wake the dead and it really harshed my buzz. First I thought I wouldn’t answer it. But then it rang again. I peered out the window to see who it could be, and my heart nearly stopped when I saw the UPS delivery truck. Holy shit.

I grabbed my silk robe and pressed the button to let him in. I glanced in the mirror and saw that my hair was a total mess and my skin was covered in a pink sex flush. My hands were covered w1th the smell of my own pussy and I was sure he’d be able to smell it. I was petrified and excited and aroused. Could I really fuck the UPS guy? Or was it a bit of debauchery that was better left in the fantasy file? There was no time to rationally decide because he was on his way up the stairs to my second floor door.

I opened the door and a perfect example of classic Greek sculpture greeted me with a warm good morning and dropped a package on my living room floor. “There’s a few more in the truck,” he said politely. “I”ll be right back.” It turns out the packages were from my mother in Cleveland. She usually sends me things at the office and I couldn’t figure out why she sent them to my home. Then I nearly burst out laughing when I thought of all the times my mother has tried to fix me up with different guys. At last, she seemed to be having some success, although she would never know it.

Adonis came panting up the stairs with two heavy boxes. For a split second his eyes met mine and I knew I was going to be a bad girl. He set the boxes down and was fishing around in his pocket for a pen.

Looking up from his clipboard he said, “Okay, if you could just sign here please—“ he stopped in mid-sentence. I had let my robe fall open and presented my totally nude body for his viewing pleasure. (“I can’t believe you’re doing this, Sally! I can’t believe it!” said the little voice in my head. Then another voice said, “Go for it!” and I knew we were going to go all the way.) He stepped inside and shut the door without saying a word. I put my fingers inside my pussy and then pressed them against his lips, letting him smell and taste my girlflavor. He dropped his clipboard I took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom in silence. I laid back on the bed and spread my legs and he knew where to put his head. He gave me a long, luxurious tongue bath, darting his expert tongue in and out of my pussy and circling my clit. Being in such an aroused state, it didn’t take long for me to cum and he lapped up every drop of my juice that came oozing out with my orgasm. Then he kissed me and I could taste myself all over him. Moments later, he was gone. In the true spirit of friendship I’ve decided to send a few packages over to Suzette’s house. UPS, of course. —Sally V.

Emily and the Massage Chair

Emily had been shopping all day. By lunch she'd seen so many furniture stores it felt as though she were becoming part of the furniture herself.

"Can't we just get that leather one from Harvey's?" she asked her husband, Nick. "I really liked it."

Nick dismissed her. "The color is wrong. And it's way too expensive. Now, what do you think of this one?" As usual, he brushed her comments off and went to test-sit on a garish zebra-patterned monstrosity over by the porch swings.

Emily rolled her eyes and sighed. She no longer cared about buying a new couch. All she wanted to do with take her shoes off and relax, maybe open a bottle of wine and get close to Nick like she hadn't done in... was it that long?

It seemed an eternity since they'd actually sat and talked, longer since they'd made love in the tender fashion that left her breathless and close to tears with joy. Now he was always busy, always keen to acquire new things with his new-found wealth from his up-and-coming job. It wasn't how things were meant to be, but she'd kept thinking, It won't last long, he's just getting settled, things will be better soon.

Watching him puff up cushions and bounce exuberantly on springs, she felt restless and frustrated. What's more, the coffee from an hour ago had done it's work, and the urge to pee was growing stronger by the minute. They never have public toilets in these places, she thought to herself, shifting from foot to foot.

"Can we go soon?" she asked Nick, but he was grilling a sales assistant over possible discounts on the zebra. Finally unable to bear the pressure on her bladder, Emily sidled up to a female assistant and asked to use the staff toilet.

"Sure," the woman smiled. "Just head down that corridor, turn left, and go through the door marked STAFF." Emily didn't bother to tell Nick where she was going; he wouldn't listen anyway.

Hurrying down the corridor, she went through the STAFF door and emerged into another white hallway with several exits leading off it. Desperate, she accidentally opened a door marked PRIVATE STOREROOM, glimpsing numerous pieces of brightly colored furniture before she ducked back out, and into the toilet.

Relieved at last, she studied her face in the washroom mirror. She was attractive, she knew that. A number of men had propositioned her before Nick came along, and all because of her looks. She wondered what her life would be like if she'd accepted any of them...

Back in the hallway, she was overcome by a whimsical desire to look at the furniture in the private storeroom. Imagine if she found the ideal couch, all by herself! Indeed, out of the corner of her eye she'd spotted a strange looking red velvet armchair that she wouldn't mind sitting in, if only to rest her feet for a moment.

Checking to make sure the hall was deserted, Emily quietly slipped into the dim storeroom and studied the luminously upholstered chairs and sofas. The designs were experimental, without doubt. Some didn't seem to fit the role of couch at all. Again, the scarlet armchair in the corner caught her eye. It was covered in lush velvet, and the shape of it seemed more like a frozen wave, or a pair of lips, than a piece of furniture. The curved headrest seemed designed to comfort and reassure, while the seat cushion looked ready to accept any weight with pleasure.

She padded over, slipped off her shoes, and guiltily sat down. Immediately the chair embraced her; it was soft and encompassing, like she'd just sat down in a blob of red jelly. The luxurious fabric caressed her skin. She sank back, sighing, and the chair welcomed her further into its folds. Closing her eyes, she let a feeling of blissful relaxation wash over her.

Moments later, she realized the chair was moving. The backrest had begun to squirm rhythmically, gently massaging her lumbar area, while another cushion attended to the sore muscles around her neck. With a barely audible clicking sound, the footrest automatically sprung up, lifting her bare feet off the ground. It too began to move, vibrating against her tired calves.

Emily couldn't keep the grin off her face. Now this was a comfortable chair! It had only been a few minutes, yet she felt completely enveloped in pleasure, the red velvet cushions surrounding her and pleasantly touching her flesh.

A bizarre idea struck her. Wouldn't it be fabulous to sit in this chair naked? She brushed the thought away; it was ridiculous to even think it. Nonetheless, as the massage relaxed her further, and as the velvet inflamed her nerves, she began to seriously toy with the idea. It would be nice... sexy, even. The whole back area had seemed deserted, and no-one knew she was in here. Even if she only did it for a minute, it wouldn't hurt, would it?

She grinned. What the hell. Just for a minute.

Almost giggling to herself with guilty pleasure, Emily slipped her skirt and blouse off, letting them fall to the floor nonchalantly. Her underwear followed, and she lay back into the squirming armchair with exquisite joy. Now the velvet was tickling her buttocks and fondling her back, and a new movement began underneath her thighs. Curious, she opened her legs and let the chair massage the inside of her thighs. Aroused by her own daring, she could feel wetness forming between her slightly parted pussy lips. She glanced around carefully; the room was still deserted. With small movements, she eased her hand down to her clit and gently began to tease herself, dipping her finger into her vagina and carefully smoothing the wetness around her cunt.

Suddenly, the chair ceased movement, and she was startled into a moment of panic. She half leaped out of the chair, reaching for her clothes and looking desperately around for possible salespeople. To her relief, she remained alone, and sank back into the chair, sighing. Her hand found a previously unseen control panel on the armrest, and she absently pressed a button, wondering what it did.

Abruptly the cushion beneath her began to move. She heard faint whizzings, and without warning large leather clamps emerged from the leg and arm rests, grabbing her limbs and pulling her firmly back into the soft grasp of the chair. She was held fast, her legs open, her arms unable to fight. Before she could think of how to respond, something emerged from the seat cushion and positioned itself between her legs. It seemed mechanical, but it moved with the fluidity of an octopus arm. The best description she could think of was a mechanical tongue.

It turned out to be a good description. Without pausing, the tongue-thing moved forward and gently began to lick her. With even strokes, it lapped at her clitoris with a surety of purpose, as though it had been waiting an eternity just to touch her. Occasionally it swirled its way around her entire cunt before returning to her clitoris, licking it with just the exact pressure and position as she had always liked.

Emily didn't scream. She was too busy moaning. Within instants she'd gone from shocked surprise to absolute pleasure. As if sensing her reaction, the chair began to massage her again, adding to her enjoyment of the strange situation. Her hand moved to the control panel again, and she pushed another button.

This time a second, fluidic extension emerged from the cushion and promptly nuzzled itself into her dripping vagina. Now she could barely keep herself from gasping. The second arm filled her, pressing upwards towards her g-spot and moving in and out, while the tongue continued its steady lapping, determined to exceed in giving her a stronger orgasm than she'd ever had before. She writhed and her heart beat loud in her ears. She felt the control panel at her fingers, and guessed what the third button would do. Eagerly, she pressed it.

A smaller, thinner extension propelled itself from the chair and inched its way into her ass, vibrating as it went. This time she yelped. It was ridiculous that her body could feel this good without exploding. The tongue lapped, the fluidic penis probed, and the ass thing... well, she had no idea what it was doing. But it all felt amazing.

She closed her eyes and tried not to come too soon. She didn't want to waste this experience. But the pressure was building. She opened them again, just to see if there was a slow switch on the control panel, and saw a male sales assistant standing before her, his half-shadowed handsome face watching her intently. Shocked, she wanted to get up, but the chair chose that moment to increase its rhythm. Slave to her own pleasure, she was wrenched into a massive orgasm, the waves of intense feeling making her cry out and leaving her almost dazed in the aftermath.

For a few moments she simply lay there, unable to do anything except pant quietly. The leather restraints released, and the massage and vibrations died. Then the horrible realization hit her: a man had just watched her, prostrate and naked, have sex with a chair. Oh my god. She didn't want to open her eyes again, but she couldn't just sit there and hope he'd go away. Lifting one eyelid, she saw he was still there, and now he was smiling. Through her embarrassment, she couldn't help but notice how friendly his smile was.

She tried to sit up, but the cushions still held her. Gently, the man stepped forward and helped her up. His skin against hers was smooth and tanned.

"I'm Jason. I invented that chair."

She was lost for words, standing naked and flushed before him.

He regarded her happily. "I think you've proved it works. Couldn't have arranged a better test if I'd paid someone." His blue eyes sparkled with success.

She grasped for a reply. "Jason? As in Jason Recliner?"

He laughed. "No. Although perhaps I should change my name. And perhaps you should get dressed." He pointed at her crumpled heap of clothes, neglected on the floor.

She dressed awkwardly. He didn't turn away, but studied her cheerfully as she buttoned her blouse. At last she thought of something to say. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been in here. I was tired... I just thought I'd sit down for a while..."

"Do not concern yourself. It was a good decision, was it not? Of course, you'll have to buy the chair now."

"I'll have to...?"

"Well, it's not really a 'try-before-you-buy' kind of thing, is it?" Jason said.

"But-" She stopped herself, and turned to look at the armchair, quiet now and looking for all the world like a normal piece of furniture. She thought of how much pleasure it had just given her. Buying it didn't seem such a bad idea. "Of course. I'd like to buy it. But is it the only one? Do you have any others?"

"That's the prototype. But if it's that successful, I can make plenty more. I think you've shown how well it works. Just tell Bob the sales assistant to sell you the Loveseat. He'll know what to do."

Emily did her best to straighten her hair, tried to look presentable for her return to the showroom. She had no intention of telling Nick what had happened, nor of letting him know what their new Loveseat was capable of.

She turned to go, yet something held her. "Do you make any other kind of 'loveseat' Mr Recliner?" she asked with a half smile.

He returned her grin. "I've got a few plans still on the drawing board."

"I'll leave my name and number with Bob," Emily grinned. "Let me know when you need another test done."

-submitted by Anonymous

Watching Guys From Afar

I like to watch strangers jerking off. It began about five years ago, when I happened to spot a guy masturbating at the beach, and stayed around just long enough to watch him shoot his load into the ocean. I split right after he came, but the memory of his huge cock throbbing in his hand stayed with me, and I frequently masturbated thinking about it. After that, I started actively looking for masturbators.

Naturally, a habit like this can be dangerous for a girl, which is probably part of the thrill. Luckily, I’m pretty big—5’7”—and I work out at the gym so I can pretty much take care of myself. But with all my adventures, I’ve never really had a problem. The most common place to catch men jacking off is in their cars. I’ve developed a kind of sixth sense; whenever I spot a parked car at a rest stop on the freeway, or on a quiet residential street, I can tell right off the bat if there’s a guy sitting behind the wheel stroking his shlong.

Usually I’ll just pull right up beside him, give a small nod, and watch him do his thing. Of course, the guys love it. I watch until they shoot their load, then pull away, safe and sound and incredibly turned on. I go home and stick my dildo into my cunt, thinking about what I’ve just witnessed.

As time has gone on, I’ve taken more and more risks. I would never put myself in the position of hitchhiking, being at the guy’s mercy, but I do pick up hitchhikers myself. Usually younger guys, college kids or hippie type wanderers. Again, I’ve developed a sixth sense and can tell if they’re going to be trouble.

If I catch a bad vibe, I pass the guy by, but if he looks okay to me, I’ll stop and pick him up. Once I did make a mistake; the guy tried to mess with my pussy, which I absolutely forbid—but I just pulled over, opened the door, and shoved the jerk out. When I pick up a hitchhiker, I start off with friendly conversation, like where are you going, what do you do, etc. Then I start bringing the talk around to more personal matters, like, do you have a girlfriend, what’s she like, eventually coaxing the guy into sex talk. Then I let him know he can feel free to jack off in front of me as we’re cruising along. Most guys are pretty surprised, but glad as hell to oblige. A few times I’ve offered money.

My hottest experience was when I spotted a motorcycle parked beside a big open field. I pulled my car over and got out; the biker was nowhere in sight. Slowly I made my way through the field, overgrown with weeds. It was a hot sunny day, and as I walked I spotted a pile of leather clothes lying in a heap. Following the trail, I saw the guy, lying out in the sun, his eyes closed, idly playing with his cock and balls. I knelt down and watched as he brought his member to erection.

He was real into it, slow and sensual, and had a way with his dick that made my mouth water. He would stroke it long and tenderly, then go down and squeeze his balls, then back up to rub the pre-cum from the head. He took his sweet time about it, too, not like some impatient guys who go at 90 miles a minute. He arched his back to the warm sun, grasped his cock with one hand and his balls with the other, and came in a grand finale, spurting cum all over himself. I felt like applauding, but instead quietly crept back to my car, raced home and had a long wild session with my dildo.

I wouldn’t recommend my hobby to any girl who doesn’t feel confident about being able to spot maniacs or take care of them if they get out of hand, but I’m having a great time. Nothing gets my juices flowing like the sight of a big hard dick in a guy’s hand, throbbing and pulsating for my visual pleasure. Some day I hope to find a steady boyfriend who’ll indulge my fetish. For now, I cruise the highways and byways.