My Younger Lover

I’m 35 years old and kind of an old-fashioned guy. I found that out the hard way when I fell in love with Chrissy, five years younger than me and wild as a mustang.

Chrissy is gorgeous—blonde, blue-eyed, with a perfect body and big, firm tits. She loved me, too, but from the start, she told me she didn’t “believe in monogamy.” She thought it was suffocating and led to bitterness and resentment in relationships. Like a fool, I thought I could change her, or learn to live with her infidelities. After two years of jealous hell, we broke up. Chrissy moved north and I stayed in Atlanta, dating girls but never getting too serious. We kept in touch, though, and somehow managed to stay friends.

I hadn’t seen Chrissy in a few years. The last she’d written she was modeling in New York. One weekend, I was sitting home, bored out of my skull, when I heard a loud engine outside. I looked out to see a motorcycle roaring down my driveway with two girls on it, their long hair blowing in the breeze. Chrissy was driving and a young petite redhead perched on the seat behind her. Chrissy waved exuberantly.

“Hey, Pete! How’s it going?” She leaped off the bike and came over to hug me. The redhead sauntered over and looked me up and down.

“This is Kate,” Chrissy said, pulling her friend over. They came inside and while I fixed some coffee, Chrissy told me they were on their way to Key West and decided on an impulse to stop by. She asked if they could stay the night. All the while Kate didn’t say a word, but kept eyeing me suspiciously. When she got up to use the bathroom, I asked Chrissy what her story was. She told me that Kate was 21, had run away from home, was scared of me and was a lesbian. Then she said, “Pete, I’m bisexual now.”

My mouth dropped open. “You mean—you and Kate?” She nodded.

I was speechless.

“Oh, don’t be such a prude,” Chrissy said in response to my shocked expression. “You’ve seen girls get it on.”

“Only in the movies.”

Her eyes twinkled mischievously. “If you’re a good boy, you might get to see it live.”

Before I could react, Kate came back into the kitchen and Chrissy changed the subject.

We spent the day walking through the woods, Chrissy chattering about her life in New York, Kate mostly silent. Every so often, Kate would stop to watch a squirrel or a butterfly, seemingly enchanted by the creatures of the forest.

That evening, I barbecued some steaks and we opened a couple of bottles of wine. Our mood relaxed as the sky darkened and while we were sipping after-dinner brandies, Chrissy asked me to put on some porno videos. I shot a look at Kate.

“Oh, Katie loves them,” Chrissy said quickly.

I put on one of my favorites and we settled back to watch. Two girls dressed in lacy lingerie were getting it on when a guy wandered onto the scene. The girls immediately jumped up, sat by his feet and fought over who got to suck his cock. It’s one of my favorites and my cock started stirring in my jeans. Suddenly, Kate let out a shrill giggle. I looked over at the two women. Kate was in hysterics, covering her mouth with her hand, and Chrissy was smiling knowingly.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Pete,” Chrissy said, “do you really think this is what girl-girl sex is about?”

I shrugged, embarrassed. How the hell did I know what girls did in bed together? All I knew was the scene turned me on.

“Come on,” Chrissy said, pulling Kate to her feet.

“We’ll show you.”

Hardly believing what was happening, I followed them into the bedroom. Chrissy told me to sit in the chair while she and Kate climbed onto my waterbed. She knelt over Kate’s tiny body and slowly began undressing her, pausing to nip on her breasts or kiss her thighs. When they were both naked, Chrissy motioned me over.

“Come here, Pete. Look at this.”

I followed her gaze. Kate’s pussy was shaved clean, and sticking out maybe a half inch was the biggest clit I’d ever seen.

“Isn’t that amazing?” Chrissy asked. “Now watch.”

She lowered her head and began licking the monstrous clit. Kate closed her eyes and writhed on the bed, pulling at her taut red nipples. Within minutes, her body began to tremble, her limbs jerking involuntarily, and her face bore a look of ecstasy. Chrissy stuck her fingers into the girl’s cunt and she bore down to greet the thrusts.

Chrissy lifted her head and panted, “Now watch this, Pete.” She continued to thrust her fingers in and out with great force and then suddenly pulled them out. A great whoosh of fluid followed. It gushed out like a fountain of piss, but it was clear, not yellow, and resembled a man’s ejaculation fluid. After the last drop had dribbled out, Kate lay perfectly still. Chrissy looked up at me.

“Well,” I said, “that’s quite a show.”

“She does it all the time,” Chrissy said. “Don’t you, honey?”

Kate opened her eyes and sleepily nodded. To my surprise, Chrissy lowered her head once more and resumed nibbling on Kate’s clit.

While on the first round I’d been merely curious, now I found myself becoming excited. The girls seemed to have forgotten I was there, as Chrissy attacked Kate’s cunt with unbridled passion and Kate tore at Chrissy’s hair, moaning and writhing, squeezing her legs around her head. Reflexively, I unzipped my fly, pulled out my throbbing dick and stroked it back and forth. For a moment, I wished they were like the girls in the movie and would fight over who got to suck me off, but then I got into just watching them groove on each other.

They moved into “69” and were slurping each other’s twats, grunting and groaning and sweating, a far cry from the dressed-up chicks on the screen. Kate twitched and released another quart of fluid.

Chrissy looked up and saw me pulling my wang. She crept over and took it in her hands. Kate didn’t lose a beat, but positioned herself behind Chrissy as she knelt beneath my hard-on. While Chrissy stroked and rubbed it all over her cheeks, Kate parted Chrissy’s pussy lips and stuck her finger inside. Soon Chrissy was sucking my cock, taking all 8 inches down her throat without a flinch or a gag. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to her expert tongue. I’d forgotten what a great little cocksucker she was. Kate may have had the most remarkable clit and G-spot in the land, but I was sure Chrissy had it all over her in the oral department. I wondered if Kate had ever sucked cock. Just as the thought crossed my mind, I felt a mouth fasten itself to one of my balls and looked down to see Kate sucking it. She still had a finger lodged inside Chrissy’s twat, and with her other hand was strumming her clit like a guitar string. The fever pitch rose, and we moved like one piece of flesh. Kate sucked my balls even harder, as if milking the cum right out of them, and I shot a huge load into Chrissy’s mouth.

Slowly, I withdrew my cock and sat on the bed. Chrissy tumed back to Kate and they kept right on going.

I’d never seen anything like it. They made love for what seemed like hours, their orgasms not an end but a part of one long fluid movement. Kate came so many times I lost count, ejaculating on about half of them. Chrissy had four or five orgasms. At some point, we all took a shower and Kate came just from the pressure of the water on her clit. I jerked off on Kate’s tits and fucked Chrissy while Kate watched. Though she didn‘t seem to be jealous, Kate wouldn’t let me fuck her at all. Chrissy told me it was because she’d had bad experiences with men and I didn’t push it. Hell, I was getting more than I’d ever expected.

We all slept together with Chrissy in the middle, and the next morning I cooked a big breakfast before they set off on their bike. They both kissed and hugged me goodbye and said they’d stop by on their return trip. They’ll be coming through any day now. Meanwhile, I’m watching my favorite video. Even though I know better now, as I stroke my cock and watch the action on the screen, I can’t help but imagine Kate and Chrissy lying at my feet, fighting over who gets to suck on my throbbing cock. A man can still have his fantasies, can’t he?

-Pete R.

Moving Her Furniture

She asks if I will help her move some of her furniture on my next day off and I agree. She is a few years older than me, not hot, but something about her is kind of sexy so of course I agree. When I get there I notice her lips are a little redder and wetter than when we first met. Not thinking anymore of it I walk in and get to work. I turn a little red when I notice she has an adult movie playing on the tv. “I don’t get it that much anymore so I might as well watch others” she says smiling. Between her nice lips and the movie I am having trouble keeping my composer. Her telling me what to move and where to move it in a sort of stern voice isn’t making things any easier. I am getting kind of turned on being treated like her little slave.

After about an hour or so she tells it’s time for a break and offers me some wine. “Its all I have”. Taking the glass I sip it as we stand talking. As we finish she takes my glass in a way that allows her to run her finger up the palm of my hand. Her strong nails feel good against my skin. “Back to work” she says smiling. It takes a couple more hours before we finally finish. “Sit and relax before you go” she points to the couch. I keep thinking I can relax with her in a robe, those lips and adult movie playing.

After a few minutes I notice she is staring at my crotch. “It looks kind of cramped, we should let it get some air” she says unzipping my jeans. “Hmm, not that’s stiff” she says as it springs from its denim prison.”I need something to drink” she says getting up. Returning with a glass of wine “All the glasses are dirty. We can share mine if you want some”. At some point during the movie I must have unconsciously started stroking myself. Sitting her glass down I feel her hand glide up my thigh. “Here let me help you with that”. Her hands are so soft and warm it takes less than a second for me to agree. Leaning my head back and enjoying it I feel her warm wet lips parting over my tip then sliding down me. I open my eyes to see her going down on me. She feels so good I am not about to stop her. Stopping herself she leans back against the sofa “Sorry, I got a little carried away”. Noticing her lipstick is a little faded I just smile “You didn’t hear me complain”.

Sliding down to the floor I open her robe and kiss between her thighs. She opens her legs as she moans a little. Smiling as I see she isn’t wearing any underwear. Her brown hair is already wet and the smell draws me in driving me crazy. Softly I kiss the lips of her musky heaven letting my tongue dance on it before giving it a suckling kiss. Pushing my tongue deeper in I explore her crevice giving her clit extra attention as I flick back and forth on it. Sliding a finger about half way as I nibble on her I start making a come here motion. Her hips start to move and her breathing changes. Her body locks as she cums. As she comes down I ease my finger out and lick it clean. Sitting beside her she leans in and kisses me.

“Be right back” she whispers. She returns tearing open a small square package. I smile when I realize what it is. “Have to be safe” she says smiling as she puts it on me. Straddling me she lowers herself. Sucking on her nipples she whispers “I was hoping for this once I saw you in those jeans”. I tell her I was too once I saw her sweet red lips. She feels amazing as she goes up and down on me. “I’m getting too old, my knees can’t take too much of this position. Do you mind if I turn around?” I tell her not at all. It will finally give me a good view of her ass.

Turning around so her feet are on the floor I get a good view of her nice round ass. “I know it’s a little big, sorry”. “Nonsense” I tell her “It looks great from where I am. Nice round and soft”. I enjoy its feel as I caress it while she continues fucking me.

I ask her if there is anything else she would to do. Looking back she smiles “Yes, as a matter of fact there is something I have always wanted to but never been brave enough.” She lifts off of me. Taking a chair she leaves the room and heads for what I think is the bedroom. Coming back in she takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. Looking at my cock she runs her finger under it from the base to the tip getting some of her juices. I moan as she sticks it in my mouth. “Like that huh?” she asks. I nod yes. She puts her hand between her legs. Holding her hand in front of my face I notice her middle two fingers are glisting wet. “Open” she says smiling. Sticking them in my mouth I grab her wrist to hold her hand in place as I lick and suck her fingers clean. “I’ve never met a man who enjoyed pussy juice so much”. Smiling “I love the taste of a wet pussy, the juices are like honey”.

Leading me to her bedroom I see the chair positioned in front of the bureau. “I want you standing up from behind. But I also want to watch you fucking me. If that’s okay?”. Turning her around I lean her over the chair and get on my knees behind her. “I want more of that incredible juice first, if you don’t mind”. Giggling she says “Take all you want just as long as you fuck me before you go”. Spreading her ass I run my tongue down her warm slit sucking in as much of her cream as I can. Not being able to resist my throbbing ache any more I stand up and get behind her. She watches in the mirror as I position myself and push back in to her.

Holding her hip with one hand I caress her ass with the other as I also watch us in the mirror getting more turned on. After a few minutes she grips the chair and I feel her tighten around. A little moan sounds from her luscious lips. “Your turn” she says as she relaxes. “I want to feel you go inside me”. I get firmer grip on her hips as I increase my speed and rhythm. Im so turned on I barely last as I plunge in to her. “I like that” she says as my muscles expand and retract with each release. “Next time we are doing this without the condom so I can feel it race through my body”. I ask her if it has to wait and she tells me since she doesn’t get much her body needs a day or two to recouperate. I make her promise to call me as soon as she is ready so I can enjoy her again.

A Very Good Morning

As Beth walked into the room, she set her things down, and took off her dress, placing it on the back of the chair and took off her dress, careful not to wake Phillip. She was only wearing her bra and stockings now as she got down beside him on the floor.

Cautiously and slowly, Beth pulled back the sheets that were covering him, looking at him and taking in the moment. She was hoping he would sleep long enough to do what she wanted and was delighted to see that he was sleeping in the buff and that he was totally erect. His cock was so appealing. It is not often that she saw it this way, because they were both usually sleeping at the same time, but not this time. Beth just looked at him thinking of the many ways she could explore his sexy, muscular body.

She changed her position, trying to see the head of his cock realizing how bad she wanted to lick it and taste it. She found her self swallowing, aware now that she was getting very aroused. Beth leaned over him, staying close, her mouth inches from him.

Her eyes move up to his face, seeing no signs of him waking. Now she thought to herself how she'd love to run her fingers and mouth up and down his shaft, how she'd just love to straddle herself on top of him and grind his hard cock till it hits her g-spot. She takes hold of Phillip's hard rod, feels how thick it is and finally starts to lick it. She flicks her tongue back and forth on the tip of his head, tasting the precum as it leaks out. Beth then closes her eyes, aroused at the thought of everything he does to her, for her and with her to please her and make her feel so good then she takes her tongue and proceeds down the long, hard, shaven shaft moaning in pleasure with every stroke.

She lets her hand enclose the shaft at its base stroking him. Beth opens her eyes to see that Phillip has awoke and his eyes gazed down at hers with fire in them and knowing there is no one more suited for her passions or life then him.

Climbing onto the bed, she crouches down between his thighs, her hands on both sides of his legs to support the weight of her upper body. At this point only her mouth has contact on him, continuing to stroke his shaft in her hands as she goes down on him.

Her lips form a tight seal around him, thinking how his hard cock would feel in her tight ass, and how it would feel to have him thrust repeatedly inside her, and how hard she would get off while he is fucking her.

She lifted a hand, pushing her hair back to let him see as she licked his cock with so much pleasure, kissed the head, and then rotated her tongue around the tip, letting her mouth slide slowly down Phillip's shaft. Beth moaned as she continued alternating fast and slow, loosely then tight.

She couldn't help but to place her free hand down the front of her body and slide a finger inside and finger fuck herself. Her pussy was so wet and the friction of her finger almost drove her over the edge. She came on her finger and paused her sucking motion on his shaft as she moaned in ecstasy. Beth moved her hand down and wipes some moisture over her ass, prepping it for what is about to come.

Meanwhile, Phillip moved his hand around to her ass and started to rub her back hole. He rested his fingers there relaxing her before sliding his finger into her tight, perky ass. Her moans grew louder and her eyes widened as he increased the pressure and added another finger.

He told her to get on all fours as he positioned himself behind her. He slid his cock ever so gently into her ass and she took every inch of it deep inside her. Her grunts of pleasure built up inside him. Moving in and out, thrusting and twisting pushed him close to the edge. She could feel every inch of his cock throbbing inside her ass.

Bent over, Phillip pulled her hair and spanked her ass occasionally as Beth grabbed the pillow in front of her to muffle a scream as she came. Phillip wanted to cum but held back, although it was very hard. It felt so good, fucking her in the ass and he did not want to stop. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations he was giving her and how this had all started with him sleeping. He slowly hesitated, careful not to release his load inside her yet. He wanted that moment to last but the urge was building too good and too fast. He let out a soft grunt as he exploded into her. His hot, sticky cum shooting deep inside her ass. He stayed there for a minute, catching his breath and taking in the moment before pulling out.

He leaned over and kissed her and told her how much of an erotic turn-on it was for her to wake him up like this.

-Submitted by Anonymous

Anonymous Encounter

As I finished typing a memo my boss had handed to me earlier and looked up at the clock. It was 11:30am already. "I'll never get all this stuff done today, unless I work through lunch." I began to shuffle through the piles of papers on my desk and sighed. At least it wouldn't be too hard, just a lot of copies to make. With the merger closing in a week, just about everyone was over loaded.

Lunchtime finally arrived. I quickly grabbed the stack of papers and held them close to my chest as I hurried off to the ‘closet’ as it was affectionately called. The copy room was really nothing more than a closet that happened to have a copier machine and its accessories in it.

As I opened the door, to my relief no one was in there. I began to sort through the papers, getting them in order when part of the stack fell. I swore under my breath, put the other papers on the little table next to the copier and bent over at the waist. As I bent over, my short skirt hiked up and I felt a gentle breeze. I disregarded it as just my skirt rising up to my ass. That’s when I felt his hands glide around my slender hips as he pressed his hips against my firm cheeks. I gasped loudly, but didn’t turn around. This was so arousing, I felt myself grow wet as I noticed his cock was semi-hard between my spread ass cheeks. I hadn’t worn any underwear that day, I frequently didn’t.

He began to shift his hips side to side, grinding himself against my nearly bare ass. I pressed back against him and arched my back. I was so wet by now and just wanted to feel his cock fill my wet shaven pussy. One of his hands left my hips and I heard him fumbling with something, and then heard a familiar unzipping. I bit my lower lip as I realized he was pulling out his hard cock. I spread my legs for him, which caused my skirt to rise a bit more, revealing my ass and pussy to him. I heard him moan lightly as he began to tease my pussy with the head of his throbbing cock. I pushed back against him again, aching to feel him inside me, wanting to be fucked by this anonymous man.

His cock slipped into my tight pussy, I squeezed around it, gripping it with my inner walls. He pressed forward against me and I moaned as I felt him fill me completely. His hairs tickled my ass cheeks as he worked his hips from side to side. Grabbing my hips firmly he began to pump against my ass cheeks, slow steady pumps, letting his cock slip completely out, then slide all the way back in. My clit was so swollen that every time his slid his cock in; it grazed my clit, sending waves of pleasure down my spine. We both became lost in the experience.

Our moans became louder and louder with each of his thrusts. I felt my climax being to peak and pushed hard against his cock as I squeezed tightly around his shaft. I arched my back and tossed my hair back and felt my knees go weak. His cock was pulsating deep within my canal, then with a loud grunt he let loose with his cum. I felt him shoot his load of thick cum, coating my pussy walls, his hips jerking against my ass. After a few moments, he let go of my hips, pulled up his pants and left. Even though I still don’t know who that was, it was the best sex I’d ever had.

-Submitted Anonymously

Sensuous Leather

I remember the night Andy came home with a pair of expensive leather gloves they’d given him at the office for being the Top Salesman of the Month. They were made of the finest calfskin and we oohed and aahed over them before he took them upstairs, dropping them on the night table next to our bed. Later, as we lay in bed reading, he picked them up and put them on. “I’ve never felt anything so smooth,” he said.

“You used to say that when you touched me,” I told him.
“Well, let’s see which is smoother,” he replied and gently stroked my belly. For an instant I gasped. There was something almost shocking about feeling an alien texture against that part of my body even though it was my husband’s hand underneath it. But then I relaxed, and began to enjoy the sensations created by the soft leather.

I let out a sigh and sank back into the bed. Andy started stroking my breasts, cradling them, jiggling them. He moved much more slowly and delicately than he’d been used to doing recently, and I realized that the gloves were forcing him to be more sensitive. On my part, being caressed by gloved hands was making me just a little delirious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We’ve since experimented with a leather cat-o’-nine¬ tails, a leather mask, and other marvelous costumes and gadgets.

Her Friend Libby

A few years ago, I was dating a hot young woman, we'll call her Cheryl. We had a hot and heavy sexual relationship, Cheryl is a big woman, but very curvy, a fiery redhead. She looks a lot like Jane Russel, except with bigger tits! I met her through a mutual friend, an older gal from my office that knew my taste in women and thought we'd be a good match. We hit it off and tried to make it a love thing, but it turned out to be more like fuck buddies. Cheryl is a lot of fun, but just a little nutty, bi-polar to be exact. When she's in the mood, she can screw like a mink, but when she's on a down cycle- forget it. We didn't exactly date, but we got together every week or so to have some sexual fun. Basically, order some Chinese food and fuck all night.

But this story isn't about Cheryl, it's about her friend Libby.

I met them both at the same time, at a pool party given by our mutual friend. I didn't know who was who at first, both are redheads, both very busty. Libby, the slender of the two, looks great in a bathing suit that shows off her impressive bust and cleavage. Cheryl, bigger tits, bigger butt, bigger everywhere! She's a very hot woman and all woman. My friend quickly corrected me, telling me that Libby was a bit of a slut and Cheryl was the one she intended for me to meet. since I like my women on the plus side, I went right after Cheryl.

Cheryl and I got acquainted and I didn't think too much about Libby after that, even though I knew Cheryl and Libby were good friends and sometimes went clubbing together. I always thought Libby was hot stuff but Cheryl was taking care of my needs very well. One night, my phone rang and it was Cheryl. She said that she and Libby were at a club near my house, both were really too drunk to drive home and could they crash at my apartment?
Didn't take me too long to agree!

Twenty minutes later they were at my door. Cheryl greeted me with a deep, wet kiss then headed for the bedroom. I said hello to Libby and we followed Cheryl who was already stripping off her clothes and climbing onto my king size bed. "I'll make it up to tomorrow, honey", she slurred, "but right now I'm too drunk to be any fun and I'm going to sleep." She was spread-eagled and naked on top of the covers, eyes closed. Like the gentleman I am, I tucked her in, giving one of her big tits a quick squeeze and a peck on the cheek.
"I'm sorry..." she whispered, "I'll give you a nice bj when I wake up, OK, baby?"
"It's OK, baby", I said softly. I dimmed the light and she dozed off almost immediately.

I turned to Libby. "You can have the couch, or you can bunk in here with us. I don't think you have to worry about any hanky-panky since Cheryl is already out cold."
"Who said I was worried?", she smiled, "I 'll sleep in here with you guys if its OK. I don't care for couches, it always fucks up my back" She seemed very cheery at the prospect of sleeping in my big bed with Cheryl and I. "Besides, it's chilly tonight and I might need some warm bodies..."
"Suit yourself...you want the middle or the outside?"
"Outside, please", she smiled slyly. "I need to use your bathroom, so you can go ahead and snuggle Cheryl and I'll just jump in in a minute, OK?"
"Sounds good to me," I replied, "If there's anything you need, just help yourself, me casa, su casa."
"Thanks", she said and brushed by me towards the can. I could smell faint perfume mixed with alcohol as she wafted by me. She was a little drunk, too, but not as smashed as Cheryl.
I dropped my shorts and shirt and climbed in between the crisp sheets, scooching in next to Cheryl's warm, voluptuous body. As I spooned next to her, I was really wishing I could just slip my cock between her ample ass cheeks and wake her with some hard pecker, but I am a gentleman, and a gentleman just doesn't take advantage of drunk ladies. She was snoring noisily, deep in slumber. None the less, I was about half hard.

Libby returned shortly and slipped into bed. I resigned myself to a celibate night, with a hot woman on each side of me. An ocean of pussy and not a drop to drink..or fuck, or whatever...
I tried to close my eyes, but between Cheryl's snoring and alcohol breath, I had to roll over.
As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could see Libby's face just inches from me on her pillow. She was awake, her dark eyes open, smiling faintly.
"I can't sleep", she whispered."... I'm, ...uh...kinda horny.."
I could feel her fingertips brushing lightly on my belly, "..want to have some fun?" Her hand was now on my cock, which was responding all on it's own, growing hard and stiff as she stroked me.

She moved a little closer and I put one arm under her head and with the other hand, I reached for her tits. Our lips brushed as I found a plump nipple and squeezed softly, rolling it between my thumb and fingers. Libby has great tits, at least DDD cups and I had always admired her rack. I wanted to get my hands and mouth all over them! I fondled them, admiring their heft and size. Both her nipples were getting hard as I stroked and ran my hands over her breasts. Nice big tits....
But we had to be careful.

Check, Cheryl still snoring away.

My cock was now hard and firm, thanks to Libby's expert hand. Wordlessly, she rolled over, pushed her luscious ass to me, her hand still on my hard member. With my free hand, I reached down, meeting her hand and guided my rock hard cock between her ass cheeks, searching for the opening of her pussy. Libby has a great ass, plump and firm.

I could feel her wetness on the head of my cock and I gingerly tried to find her inner lips, rubbing the head on her wet box. I pushed ever so slightly, and I could feel her warm pussy surrounding my cock head. That was the spot!

With my cock just inside. I wanted to push it home, but I knew if we started thrusting like animals, we would likely wake Cheryl. Libby lifted her leg slightly, giving me a better angle and I pushed a little deeper, but still afraid to drive it in. Libby knew just what to do. She moved her hand to the front and started rubbing her clit , alternately running her fingers down the shaft of my cock, masturbating herself and stimulating me. It felt fucking hot!
Check, yes, Cheryl still snoring away, hopefully oblivious. If she woke up now and found us in this position, my cock halfway into her best friend.... Libby continued to rub her clit, then the underside of my cock head, then her pussy, then running her hand, wet with her pussy juices down my shaft all the way to my balls, then back to her clit. As bad as I wanted to roll her over and pound her, I knew I couldn't. We were frozen in position, her hand doing all the work, providing the stimulation. We stayed like this for what seemed like an hour. Libby was very skilled and it was the strangest fuck I ever experienced. Her hand was wonderful, sliding down the shaft and she knew just where to rub me, just on the underside of my cock head....
It was hot as hell...
Did I mention Libby was kind of a slut?
My kind of slut right now!
I could feel her breathing harder as she worked her pussy, rubbing her clit with furious strokes and suddenly, in spasm, she came, her pussy clamping the head of my hard cock, her back arching, pushing me deeper into her hot, wet cunt..... Check, Cheryl still snoring.....

As her orgasm peaked and subsided, she resumed her routine, now concentrating on me, litteraly jacking me off with the head of my cock still inside her hot pussy. I kissed the back of her neck as she worked me, doing her very best to get me off. God, she was good at this!

More than anything, I wanted to shove my hard cock deep inside her, but I held back, knowing we couldn't take the chance....
I could feel my balls welling up and I knew I was going to cum. I whispered to her, ."...I;m ...ready!...." and she astonished me by opening her legs and letting me push it deep, with one smooth thrust, deep into her hot, tight, slippery pussy and I came like gangbusters, the sensation rolling through me as I pumped load after load into her hot cunt.
I think she came again as we both convulsed as one.
I softly caressed her ass and hips, kissing the back of her neck as we lay, still locked together, my cock still lodged deep in her warm pussy, her nice ass pressed against my belly...
Finally, it had to end and I pulled my cock out of her. She rolled over and we kissed on the lips, her tongue finding mine as I once again fondled her nice big tits.

"Thanks", she whispered.
"That was wonderful...", I breathed."

Check, Cheryl still snoring away.
Neither of us ever mentioned the incident for months, until long after Cheryl and I broke up. Libby and I ran into each other in a grocery store and eventually hooked up for a real fuck. While it was great, nothing can compare to the night we fucked without moving!

Ringing in the New Year

New Year’s Eve was on a Thursday night this year, and Mac and I had a party planned for the weekend, but Mac called from work and told me he wanted a private celebration.  I knew that meant he wanted me to come up with a sex game.  I smiled as I hung up the phone with Mac and wandered to my special closet.  I put on fishnet stockings, red corset and five inch red heels.  Mac loves seeing red lipstick on his cock and I put on his favorite shade – ruby red.  I waited on the chaise lounge in the bedroom with champagne for him to come home. 

Masked

Eric and I met on a hiking trip. We were with a big group of people that day and as we headed out onto the trail we somehow paired up and started a conversation that made us completely lose track of ourselves; Before we knew it, we had broken away from the group – leaving them far behind us on the trail. It was unusually hot for late March, and the little path was narrow, and from time to time our arms would touch, and the feeling of his sweat-tinged skin on mine nearly took my breath away.

I was instantly captivated by him. He talked mostly about local politics and the environment, and even though I was completely spellbound by his ideas, I couldn’t help getting just a little distracted watching the muscles move in his legs whenever he got a pace or two ahead of me. His already bronzed skin was beaded with sweat at his temples, and I watched as one, lone droplet snaked its way down the back of his muscular neck and disappeared under the collar of his shirt. I remember wanting so badly to catch that droplet with my tongue and to trace its path back up to the base of his skull, around his neck, across his Adam’s apple and up to his mouth. I was lost in this thought when we began walking side by side again. Suddenly, our pinky fingers touched - and for that brief, fleeting moment, my body was electrified by the sensation.

Soon after that we started dating – and at night we’d sit on his balcony listening to Miles Davis and Chet Baker drinking gin and watching the lights from the city sparkle in the distance. We were perfectly compatible – our bodies seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces, and every time we made love he’d always whisper to me – I love you princess … and afterwards we would lie there together blissfully - telling and retelling the story of how we met.

As it turns out, he wanted me that day too! He said he wanted to pull me into the bushes where no one would see us and take me from behind while the other hikers passed us on the trail. He told me how he wanted to make me cum and that while I was coming he wanted to cup his hand over my mouth to keep the group from hearing me gasping and moaning just a few feet away. Fall came and Eric had to leave town on a business trip to Seattle. It was the first time we’d been apart for more than a week and the time away from one another really had a huge effect on me. I really missed him. I mean I missed him desperately! I missed him more than I ever thought Id ever miss anyone - and to be honest this made me panic a little. At times it felt like I would never see him again. I started to think that he would enjoy his time away from me so much that he just wouldn’t come back - or that he’d meet someone more beautiful, more fun, more accomplished than me and they’d run off together never to be heard from again.

That October night was indescribably beautiful. It was crisp and cool and the clouds drifted across the almost-full moon. The party was brilliant – It took place outside in the rolling gardens of an 18th century mansion with fairy lights and lanterns illuminating the darkness. Almost everyone was dressed in period costume from the 1700s and wearing masks so that you really had to listen to voices to figure out who you were talking to and whether or not you knew them. I went as Marie Antoinette, wearing a perfectly reconstructed 18th century dress, corset, and petticoat. All those layers of fabric around me and the corset pushing up my breasts felt unusually erotic and the atmosphere of the gardens felt thick and heavy with sexual energy.

So I wandered through the dark gardens alone, making my way through dense clusters of people gathered in the open spaces, the smell of hickory and pumpkin everywhere – the hypnotic pulsation of the drums luring me into the outer reaches of the garden where the fairy lights barely permeated the darkness.

It wasn’t long before I realized I was being followed – and I was almost instantly aroused!

I could hear the footsteps on the gravel behind me – maybe 10 feet away. So I started to walk a little faster, lifting my skirts slightly to keep a better pace. The drums coming from the house seemed to be intensifying even though I was farther away now and I could feel the presence behind me getting closer. At that point, I started to turn to see who was following me, but I was strangely excited by this pursuit and I didn’t really want it to end. So rather than turning to look – I simply peeked around to catch a glimpse of my pursuer…. He was in costume …wearing a mask but I knew him and wanted him desperately.

Eventually I made my way to the outer reaches of the garden, walking quickly, staying close to the boxwood hedges, and trying to find a place off the path where I could find refuge. My follower, meanwhile, was closing in – quickly closing the gap between us, and then suddenly it happened. I felt him lunge towards me, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into a thicket of butterfly bushes, privet and English ivy.

He gently pushed me through the thicket into a clearing – into the hidden center of the garden towards an old cement bench that looked silver in the moonlight. I could hear people – right there – right on the other side of the privet hedge laughing and talking. And the drums continued – incessant – pulsing as he urged me to bend over the bench. I didn’t scream or call out because the chase and forcefulness by this stranger wasn’t frightening – instead I was intensely aroused – I knew this man and this was our game. His presence was magnetic. I could feel the fabric of his costume against my wrists and, with his chest pressed against my back I could feel his immense strength. I could feel his lips and jaw brushing against the back of my neck as he pulled me into him – his arms around my waist and hips and his legs behind me – pushing mine apart. There were people just a few feet away from us – right there on the other side of the hedge – I could see their costumes sparkle when they moved – if I’d wanted to I could have reached through the hedge and touched them but I didn’t….

He was breathing heavily against my shoulder and thrusting my skirts up over my hips, and before I realized completely what was happening I could feel him – stiff and solid against the back of my bare thighs. And then … like the drumbeats pulsating through the darkness - he was moving and pulsating inside me.

That drumming was mesmerizing and only intensified the sensation of his body thrusting into me. He held my hips firmly – using them as leverage - going deeper – plunging into me as I gasped. And his hands…. I could feel the strength of those hands grasping the flesh of my hips – and I was dizzy with pleasure. I could hardly hold myself upright. My legs were weak and trembling and he threw himself into me over and over and over again … and just as I began to feel myself begin to cry out – hopelessly consumed with pleasure – he cupped his hand over my mouth trapping any sound behind my lips. I could feel him throbbing inside me … and with his hand over my mouth – he pulled my head back …bringing my ear to his lips and there - he whispered to me, “I love you princess”.

I turned to face him – pushed his mask away, and kissed the beads of sweat from his lips. “Oh my god - I missed you so much” I said holding his face in my hands. We spent the rest of the night there together in that hidden center of the garden – holding and caressing each other until the first hints of morning slipped sweetly over the horizon.

My Friend Molly

Picture this: the perfect little suburban neighborhood … about 2 miles outside the city with cute, little old houses, sidewalks, tree lined streets … you get it, right? Well this was our neighborhood. Molly, my best friend lived across the street and over time we got to know most of the people in our community because we went running together most nights. So we got to know who was new, who was married, who had children, who to avoid and who to befriend.

Sometimes instead of jogging we’d take our dogs out for a walk and this was always fun because this gave us time to actually stop and talk to people along the way. Well over time we met a few guys in the neighborhood – single guys and of course we always enjoyed talking with them the most … especially Todd – newly divorced, an engineer, with lovely blonde hair and the sweetest personality you’d ever want to know. He was big into fitness; played soccer, went mountain biking constantly, kayaking … you know the type.

Well one Friday night Molly called and invited me to her house for coffee, and after a few hours we decided to take a walk through the neighborhood. It was late summer and warm, but the evening breeze stirred the air just enough to make it a perfectly beautiful night.

“We should stop by Todd’s house,” she said.

“You think? What’ll we do? Just show up on his doorstep?” I asked.

“Sure, why not,” she answered. “We’ll surprise him!

When we got to Todd’s house we found him on his front porch in a hammock. He had on jeans and wasn’t wearing shoes or a shirt. One leg hung over the side of the hammock, and he rocked himself lazily with his toes. He seemed pretty surprised to see us, and sat up suddenly as soon as he heard us step onto the porch.

“Hey girls – what a pleasant surprise!” he said, and I watched as Molly walked calmly across the porch and without saying a word dropped into the hammock next to him.

“And – what an even MORE pleasant surprise,” he said nervously lifting his arm to make room for her.

That’s the thing about Molly. She could get away with doing anything crazy, random or bold. It just came naturally to her. So I took a seat and watched her sit with Todd in the hammock – her long, curly black hair draped over the side and nearly brushing the floorboards as they rocked.

Todd seemed comfortable enough sitting next to her. His muscular arms were folded across his bare chest making his biceps look much bigger than they really were. And I noticed for the first time the little path of hair that started at his navel and disappeared into his pants. I had such a crush on him. I wondered if he knew it. I wanted so badly to be sitting in Molly’s place – mashed right up against his body like that. I thought about how I’d take my hand and tuck it down into his pants just to see what kind of fun I’d find down there. And just as I thought that, I heard Molly say, “Here – you and Todd should sit together.”

Molly pulled herself out of the hammock as a sweet, sly smile spread across Todd’s boyishly sexy face.

“C’mon …” he said motioning to me. “I swear I won’t bite.”

Incredible! I loved Molly for orchestrating this little get-together. And there I was, sitting in the hammock with Todd … my arm, waist, hip and leg pressed closely against his, and my hand … only inches away from his navel. I was staring at his torso until he cleared his throat, and when I looked up at him, his face was only a breath away from mine.

“OK,” Molly said gently. “Now … I think you should kiss each other.”

As I said – only Molly could get away with this kind of a stunt… but I was happy to play along. I suddenly felt Todd’s lips on my cheek and then on my mouth and then – we were kissing each other slowly and gently at first but then more and more passionately. His tongue caressed mine and I could feel his hairbrush against my face – and then his big, square hand softly cradle my jaw as he lifted my mouth up towards him.

I let my hand find its way to his bare, toned chest where I found a nipple and pinched it. He flinched slightly and kissed me harder. So I pushed my palm against his body and slid it down and down until I felt the top of his jeans against my fingers.

“Maybe we should take this inside,” he whispered to me. And just then I heard Molly walk to the door and open it as though she had been there a dozen times before.

Todd’s house was pure confusion with papers and books piled on every surface. It smelled like nag champa and candle wax in the living room and he held the tips of my fingers as he steered me around the clutter over to the deep leather sofa. I wasn’t sure what the three of us were doing but it I was having a pretty good time.

“Now,” Molly said as she sat cross-legged on the floor, “I want you to take off your shirt and bra and Todd, I want you to bite her nipples.”

Without thinking I went along with her instructions and unbelievably – Todd did too! He bit my nipple gently and then started to suck on it so that my whole breast tingled with pleasure. I ran my fingers through his silky blonde hair and closed my eyes letting him lick and suck on my breasts and then my neck. And then, dizzy with arousal, I collapsed to the sofa pulling him on top of me.

During all this, Molly had put on some music – some trance – ambient – Buddha Bar type stuff that actually fit the situation perfectly with its dreamy, alluring beat. The room was completely dark except for the amber-colored streetlights streaming through the window behind us – making his body look golden.

Todd was on top of me now, holding himself up on his elbows and gazing down at my face and naked breasts. I could feel him beginning to get hard against my thigh.

“She’s not wearing panties,” Molly said casually. “You should put your hand under her skirt and see what you find.”

And obediently, Todd took his hand and gently slid it under my skirt. I parted my legs slightly for him and watched the expression on his face change as his fingers found the wetness between my legs. He slipped two fingers around the outside of my lips and then slowly slid them inside of me sending them deeper and deeper as I arched my back towards his chest.

He kissed me hard and sucked my tongue into his mouth. I clutched his back and shoulders and pulled him down onto me so I could feel all his weight on my chest.

“Undo his pants…” Molly said – breathlessly.

So I slid my hands down his back and around to the front of his pants. He lifted off me a little so I could pull apart the buttons and free his massive erection into my eager hands. He dropped his head onto my shoulder and moaned as I stroked him, and I could feel a slick little droplet of cum emerge from the tip.

“Now,” Molly’s voice sounded strange and soft, “…pull off his pants with your feet – get your toes under his waistband and push them over his hips.”

I did exactly as I was told, enjoying the fact that we weren’t just being watched, but instructed on what to do at every step.

Todd’s pants were just past his buttocks when I felt him thrust deeply into me, making me wince and gasp. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into me even further while I leaned forward and licked and kissed his chest.

“You can’t cum yet,” I heard Molly whisper, “… it’s too soon.”

“But GOD it’s just too much,” Todd said through his teeth.

And then, just as he said it, I felt him throbbing inside me as he heaved and sighed against my cheek.

At that point, I turned my head and saw Molly there on the floor next to us quaking and shuddering … her fingers deep inside herself. Her head was tossed back against the seat of a chair, her long tendrils of black hair cascading from it, and her lips parted slightly – quivering as her orgasm washed over her body.

I said to her in a near whisper, “Now that you’ve exhausted yourself, I want you to collapse to the floor and fall into a perfect, deep sleep.”

She looked up at me, smiled and did exactly as I’d instructed. We both ended up getting exactly what we’d wanted that night, and continued enjoying this game of ours for a very, very long time.

Chris

Chris was a handsome guy I met at a bar. I was very attracted to him and for about two years met him every Sunday evening for sex even though I am married. I'd usually meet him at the local bar. Although once I went to his apartment. I had my husband drop me off downtown at the corner to shop but actually I went around the corner and upstairs to his apartment and fucked him for about 2 hours. Most of the time I took him to a Mall parking lot late at night or to a Doctor's Office parking lot at night.

At each place I chose a spot under bright overhead lights and would park the car and spread a blanket for us to have fun on. I liked that Chris could cum up to five times and liked fucking me for 3 hours or longer. We got out and as we walked over to the grassy spot I had chosen under the bright overhead parking light, my blouse was open and you could tell that he had opened my blouse. I had the front of his trousers open and his hard cock and balls were sticking out through them.

Obviously I had taken it out on the way there and was playing with it. I spread my blanket. We both got onto it and sat down. I helped him out of all his clothes. I got out of mine except for my black bra and black tong panties. I had him lay on his back as I leaned over kissed him and then nibbled on his nipples and down to his hard cock. I began licking the tip and moving my lips and tongue up and down his entire shaft even licking and sucking on his balls. Then I took hold of his cock and proceeded to suck his cock as if my life depended upon it. As I sucked him he played with my bare ass.

After a long time, I told him I wanted to feel his hard cock inside me as I straddled him. I parted my thong panties and reaching behind took hold of his big hard cock and guided between the folds of my labia, positioning its tip so I could lower myself onto its entire girth. I began rocking on and off it. I watched as time and again in varying rhythm his cock was swallowed disappearing into my pussy while my labia hugged his cock tightly. Every now an again, I sat upright and grinded myself in small circles onto his prick so that only his tight cum-filled balls would show.

Then I resumed feeling every inch as I move the girth of his shaft in and out of my pussy. Meanwhile he had removed my tits and he had been sucking on them like a baby as I fucked him. Then I lay down holding his head and kissed him deeply, pausing as his long hard cock poked up into my wet hole. He began raising his hips to drive it up into me as I continued to kiss him. Then I climbed off and began sucking his wet cock tasting her juices that covered it. As I sucked he unfastened my bra allowing my tits to be free in the night air. He then also began feeling my ass and reaching to finger my moist pussy. I positioned myself to allow him access as I continued sucking.

Then I straddled him again, this time backwards as to let him see his cock disappear into my wet pussy. He also could now see me as I sat atop him riding his cock. My pussy engulfed all of it except for his tight swollen balls. I was impaled onto it as I sat upright and played with my tits rocking and grinding moving it with inside me. I turned and smiled at him as I then leaned forward and began rocking on and off my slippy slide. Then I sat upright again and began playing with his balls as I grinded onto it.

Chris who had been holding onto my bare ass and moving it up and down onto his dick was now reaching up from behind and playing with my tits. I grabbed his hands and then moved them over my breasts as we locked fingers and I spread my arms still holding hands and grinding onto his pole. I then got off and on all fours again started to suck his cock, tasting our sex. As I sucked him, he moved my ass towards him and I gladly obliged letting him bury his face into my ass and pussy and lick it as I continued sucking. Every once in a while I would stop and hold his cock and relish the sensation of his tongue exploring my most intimate parts. Then I resumed sucking. I wondered what I looked looked like with this cock in my mouth bedding over him and his face buried in my pussy.

What an intense picture I thought as I continued sucking as he ate me. Then I told Chris I wanted him to fuck me. Chris laid me onto the blanket on my back. He removed my panties..I was now, like him, completely naked, laying in the light under the black summer night sky. It was fortunate that the Doctors office was immediately in front of us and some trees that somewhat hid the highway and night traffic. Chris lowered himself to eat my pussy some more and to wet it as I continued to beg for his cock. I spread my legs wide and raised them into the air as Chris knelt between my legs and parted my pussy lips and began thrusting his big cock deep into me. I moaned as he fucked me. His cock drove deep into me time and again.

After awhile Chris took my legs and placed them over his shoulders and moved somewhat forward. I was now laying on my back with my legs dangling over his shoulders in the air and almost doubled as my ass and pussy were now raised high to receive Chris's dick. He plunged it in and out. We both made sex sounds, moaning. Then I lowered my legs as Chris continued fucking me and sucking my breasts and kissing me. We then rolled onto our side with Chris behind me. We both made sure to keep his cock deeply nestled within my pussy. I raised one leg as Chris continued his momentum moving his cock in and out. I reached down to play with my clitoris and feel his cock moving in and out. I grabbed his balls and pulled his cock deep within me. Then Chris rolled me onto my tummy, keeping his cock inside my pussy. I lay with my arms to my side as Chris was now atop me fucking me from behind, spreading my ass cheeks to watch his cock disappear into me. I cried out moaned begging him not to stop and to cum inside me. I cried out that I wanted all of it and all of his cum - every drop.

Chris grabbed my hands and I offered them as we again held hands as he drove with every thrust into my wet cunt. I cried out, "Oh yeah Oh yeah! You're so hard. I feel it growing hard. Cum in me. I want every drop." As Chris began moaning and growling and I matched it with sighing in delight I felt his cock erupt shooting cum deep inside me. I told him not to pull out but to keep it inside me as we rolled to the side. We lay there with his spent cock inside me still pulsating and spewing cum into my wet pussy. I raised one leg and played with his cock that was still within me, playing with his balls as if to squeeze all of that wonderful cum into me. He played with my breasts and we stretched to kiss. As I laughed with pleasure feeling his cock slide out of my hole and with it a great deal of his white cum, I wondered what my husband would say if he saw us just now.

I relished looking up at him and saying, "See. Look at me!" Look at that as I spread my legs with Chris's cock and cum oozing out! I had Chris lay back as I began licking all the cum off his cock. I sucked for a longtime, making slurping sounds and sucking sounds as I sucked it dry, making it hard again. When it was nice and hard this time I begged Chris to fuck me doggy-style. I got on all fours in front of him and offered my ass and pussy to him. Chris was on his his knees behind me and inserted his cock into my already cum-filled pussy. He began fucking me as I moaned in delight and lowered myself onto my elbows. I began rocking backwards slamming my ass into him as he thrusted his cock forward. I raised up onto my hands as we fucked like a pair of dogs in heat. He reached under me to hold onto my swaying tits. And then he grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his cock. I laid my head to the ground and enjoyed savoring every thrust. Chris rammed my pussy, its swollen lips grabbing his cock.

Suddenly, I again cried out saying that I could feel his cock growing hard and ready to cum again. I begged him to shoot his load. Chris growled as he drove deep and held me onto every bit of him as his cock jumped inside my belly shooting more cum. I got up and began rocking back and forth moving it in and out. As Chris withdrew his cock, I turned around on all fours and sucked it, licking off his cum. I stood up and laughed commenting about his cum oozing down my inner thighs. I then got a wet wash cloth I had brought along and wiped us clean. I thought about wetting it and placing it in the tub so that my husband might use it.

We both returned to the blanket and laid down to talk. We were both still completely naked. As we talked, I stoked his body letting my hands run over his cock til I was playing with it making it hard again. This time, I laid back and wanted Chris to feed me his cock. He straddled my face as I began sucking it, licking it as his cock and balls dangled onto my chin. Then Chris moved between my legs and again began fucking me. My hole was already pink from our previous lovemaking. As Chris fucked me white cum occasionally would ooze from me and coat his cock. I then spread my legs widely holding them apart as he fucked me.

Next, I had Chris lay down as I squatted over him and what I call my Indian-style, lowered myself onto his prick. In this squatting position, facing him, I moved my ass up and down rapidly slamming myself onto his hard dick time and again, as I held onto his chest. Then I straddled him and began fucking him as I kissed him deeply.

I slid on and off his cock til once more his cock erupted and shot even more cum into my cum-drenched pussy. I sat atop him letting his cock in there as we talked. When I slowly raised up, cum was dripping from my hole in strands like white pearls. I placed my hand there as if to hold his cum inside me. We then sat beside one another as I once more began playing with his cock getting it hard. This is what I loved about him. For 2 hours we had been fucking naked under the light, oblivious to everything. I sucked him and his cock grew hard in no time. This time I said she wanted to taste his cum. I was intent on having him cum in my mouth. I continued to give him a serious blow job. After a good while of sucking, I sensed he was about to cum and as I held his cock to my open mouth I let it shoot onto my outstretched tongue as I quickly covered half of its length and began drinking it down. I sucked him dry, telling him how tasty it was.

However, I didn't stop, I continued sucking it til for the FIFTH time it was hard again. This time however, Chris had an idea. He wanted me to run over to towards the doctor's office where a picnic table was. He told me he wanted to fuck me on the picnic table. We would still be in the light by the building but now far away from our clothes and the car. I was in agreement as I held onto his cock and led him over to the picnic table. Chris positioned me facing the picnic table and standing had me bend over as he began fucking me from behind. Next Chris had me lay atop the picnic table and told me to lift my legs high for him. Chris stretched each leg onto the side bench and began driving his cock into me. I was so wet and so full. My pussy was swollen around his hard cock. I slid down to receive every bit of this fucking. Next Chris had me get on all fours on top of the picnic table as he proceeded to fuck me doggy-style - my favorite. We made loud slapping, fucking sounds.

Then I cried out and begged him to cum. I was quite loud. I knew he was close to cumming in me and the night air felt good on my swaying bare tits as he pounded my pussy that was so swollen and tight. I could feel very bit of his cock. Chris began to growl as I began to sigh. With long hard thrusts he rammed his cock into me as it spewed cum once more. I loved feeling it pulsate with in me shooting even more cum. We finished and got down from the picnic table and as we walked over to the blanket I walked with my legs together, saying that I felt so full of his cum. We pulled on our clothes. I just placed on my skirt still keeping her legs together. We walked to the car, I walked gingerly. I drove him back to the bar then headed home.

When I got home I removed my clothes. I told my husband who has been sleeping that I wanted him to fuck me. I sucked his cock some and then I laid on my back and spread my legs as he crawled between them. His hard dick entered me and he commented how wet I was. If only he knew! He kissed me on the same lips that had been around Chris' cock. He pounded my tight wet hole til he finally came. You would not believe the amount of cum that oozed from my pussy. It was almost as if I lay in pools of it and within my vagina.

I turned on the light to get up and go to the bathroom. But I had another purpose. I told him how wet my pussy had become and spread apart my pussy lips to show him all this cum and wetness running down my legs. He looked on with an air of satisfaction. Had he only known that most of that cum was Chris's and he was admiring it. For a few days after that I delighted in telling him how at work I had occasional reminders of that night - how when I fucked Chris and his cum filled my pussy.

-Submitted by Anonymous

Camera Shy

I have always been intrigued by the women who model for “girlie” magazines. Who are they really? What are they thinking about as they spread their legs or cup their breasts for the camera? How do they feel when they see themselves displayed for public consumption? Does it excite or repel them to imagine millions of guys ejaculating onto their images?

So when I met Damon, I was intrigued by the three expensive cameras dangling from his neck and shoulders. He was strolling through Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, snapping pictures of the flora and fauna; I was jogging along to the sound of Mick Jagger on my Walkman, and nearly fell over him as he knelt before a bright yellow rosebush.

As we exchanged apologies, he stood and let his camera fall idly to his chest, while I turned down my music the better to assess him. Damon, who I later found out was a recent émigré from Greece, towered above me like an Athenian god, with his well-defined muscles, olive skin and jet black hair.

I invited him to have tea with me at the Japanese Tea Garden. Two weeks later Damon and I were well on our way to falling in love. When he tried to inject me into one of his photographs, we had our first fight. Never, I told him, was he to take a picture of me.

I wouldn’t give in, until one evening, as we sipped champagne and watched the sun set over Pescadero Beach, I became slightly drunk. Climbing one the sloping rock formations that resembled breasts and cunts, I began playfully striking suggestive poses. Damon grabbed his camera and, while I half-heartedly objected, shot an entire roll of film. Getting into the spirit, I adopted ever-more compromising positions and found myself enjoying posing for him.

The next morning, sober, I searched furtively for the film, intent on destroying it. But Damon, wise to me, had already taken it to the darkroom.

That night when he presented me with a dozen glossy photographs, I was stunned. There I was, sprawled across the rocks, making love to Mother Nature. My long blonde hair flowed in the breeze, and my eyes sparkled wickedly in the sunlight. Sexual energy radiated from my body. I looked gorgeous.

Damon, pleased by my reaction, couldn’t refrain from uttering a small “I-told-you-so.” And he had bigger plans for me, he announced, producing a gaily wrapped gift box. Inside I found a hot pink satin bustier with black lace bra cups. Damon wanted to photograph me in this getup.

My escapade at the beach had not magically transformed me into a model, and Damon had to work on me. As much of a genius with the female body as with the camera, he slipped me out of my clothes while nibbling on my neck, fondling my tits, pressing his cock against my thigh. Undressed, I panted for him to enter me; he stood before me, one hand stroking his cock, the other dangling the bustier by its thin straps. "You don't get this,” he whispered, pointedly waving his cock, “until you put on this." And he threw the bustier at me.

Frantic, I climbed into the outfit. I laid down, spread my legs and opened my pussy lips with my fingers. Damon came over and rubbed the head of his cock against my clit. Then he calmly picked up his infernal camera, aimed it at me like a shotgun and peered through the lens. Immediately I stiffened.

"No way," I said, rolling over on my belly. To my amazement, a flashbulb went off, capturing my impudently raised ass.

"Cut it out, Damon, I mean it.”

The flashbulbs stopped and suddenly Damon’s long wet tongue was gliding up and down the crack of my ass, gently licking, working its way down to my pussy. He rolled me over and buried his head between my legs. I gave myself over to the delicious sensations, arching my back, as my tits popped up over their sexy encasement, and I thrust my pelvis against his mouth. I got hotter and hotter, and felt my whole face and body softening, yielding to my lover.

I spread my legs and parted my cunt lips to the merciless gaze of the camera. I stared straight into the lens, knowing it was capturing the soft animality in my eyes. Damon was breathing shallowly as he snapped away. With each click and flash of the bulb, I found myself getting hotter and wetter. I felt I was being made love to by the camera.

I grew bolder and more imaginative. I sat up on my knees, thrusting my tits forward, parting my lips seductively. I looked meaningfully at Damon, then lowered my head to his throbbing organ and took it in my mouth while he snapped away relentlessly. I pressed my tits against his balls and gazed up at the camera while I continued to suck. Damon, though clearly turned on—his cock was rock-hard and pre-cum was oozing out the head—continued to maintain enough professional demeanor to keep snapping pictures.

We went on in this fashion for hours. He rolled me over and rammed it in doggie style, snapping my thrusting ass. I sat on top of him and he took shot after shot of my tits, the nipples erect and pulsating. He fucked me on my back, taking pictures of my face, snapping furiously when I crumbled into orgasm. Finally he put the camera aside to pump his dick into me and explode into my satiated cunt. After we finished Damon headed for the darkroom. The pictures were amazing. The images of me sucking Damon’s cock, or lying beneath him, turned me on so much that over the next several days I masturbated to them. My favorites were the solo shots of me posing, just like the girls in the magazines. I imagined the photos being published, and men jacking off on them. It did not make me feel degraded—it made me feel incredibly sexy and powerful.

After that, I became virtually addicted to the camera. I bought lingerie, bras with cutouts for the nipples, crotchless panties. I made up my face, fixed my hair a dozen different ways, and nightly I posed for my lover. He took pictures of me lying on a bearskin rug, naked as a baby, bathing in a tub overflowing with bubbles, plunging a dildo into my pussy. After each shoot, we would make wild and passionate love. It was as if I were Damon’s personal XXX collection, and I loved it. I couldn't believe I’d once been afraid of the camera.

One day Damon heard about an erotic photo contest. With my permission, he sent off several pictures of me to the magazine. A few months later we received a notice saying we’d won! Shortly thereafter, the magazine published the photos of me. When it arrived in a plain brown wrapper, we opened it excitedly and turned to the designated page.

There I was, a full page spread in four colors, up on my knees in my bustier, one tit hanging out, my finger pointed to the nipple, my mouth open, seemingly ready to take cock. The caption read, "Photographer’s Dream Come True.”

For a long time we both just stared at the picture. Then I reached forward and unzipped Damon’s fly. I pulled out his hard-on and slowly began stroking it back and forth above the page. As his breath quickened, my hand moved faster, pumping his dick furiously until I could see he was about to cum. I aimed his cock straight at my tits on the page and he shot a thick jet stream of semen all over my picture. Then I leaned forward and put my tongue to the page, licking his cum from my tits and face. Damon, never one to miss a photo opportunity, picked up the camera and captured me for posterity, licking cum off my own picture.

Since then we’ve calmed down considerably; we take pictures at a more normal rate, once or twice a week. And we are advertising for someone to take pictures of the two of us making love together. However, they'll have to be as good with the camera as Damon. No more amateurs for this porn star!

—M. S.