Not To Be Hurried

January 2012

In this Issue:

• At his graduation party she gave him and his pals a special present
• He is surprised at the passion his wife shows with four young studs
• She loved giving oral sex, and her neighbors were very glad she did
• One guy stood her up, but four others more than made up for it
• Want to cure an ailing sex life? Get your wife to let you be the boss
• He thought she was a slutty woman. Well, she was slutty anyway
• His old dominatrix girlfriend inspires his wife to play sex games
• He loves dressing like a woman, and having sex like one as well
• Her idea was a wicked one—which was just why he agreed to it
• When this girl said, ‘Put a sock in it,” she meant it literally!
• When her sex life gets boring she takes to the streets—and loves it
• This man just loves making passes at girls who wear glasses
• Caught Off Guard
• Her sister told her to do something to really turn her man on, so she did
• Not To Be Hurried
• Can there be such a thing as having too much fun at a party?
• Tell Me Everything
• When the deed was done, she thanked him for opening her up
• Clueless Mom had to be the only one who didn’t see this coming
• When the power went out, she headed for the warmer bedroom
• Revenge can be as sweet as a young lady’s butt cheeks
• He didn’t even try to resist the charms of his new neighbor
• While the cat’s away, this minx finds a lusty tomkitten to play with
• He realized she wasn’t joking about what she wanted for her birthday
• To ease the neighbor lads’ loneliness, his wife befriended them
• There is sometimes safety in numbers, and sometimes wantonness
• A NIGHT WITH AN OLD BOYFRIEND WAS HER FANTASY COME TRUE
• SHE TURNS LOTS OF GUYS ON WITH THE HELP OF HER HUSBAND
• THE SON COULDN’T DO IT, BUT HIS FATHER WAS A DIFFERENT STORY
• HE AND HIS FRIEND TEAM UP ON HIS WIFE, AND SHE JUST LOVES IT

I’ve been through two marriages and enough boyfriends to know that a big cock is nothing special when its owner is clueless about what to do with it.  This includes most men I’ve met, who couldn’t bring a woman to orgasm and in most cases knew little about what to do with what they had.

Then I met Conrad.

After a brief acquaintance years earlier, we met recently at a civic event, renewed acquaintance and parted with him inviting me to visit him the next weekend. ­Although I’m happily married and had no intent or ­desire to step out on my husband, I was drawn to his place like a moth to a flame. Luckily for me, my husband was taking the kids to his mother’s for the weekend, an eight-hour drive away, while I stayed behind.

I left work early Friday, showered and changed into a new outfit, spritzed some perfume, then headed to the address Conrad gave me. He greeted me at the door by taking me in his arms and giving me a kiss that had me ready to strip right there and perform any sex­ act he wished. This was so out of character for me that it was like being a third party watching some wanton nymphomaniac in heat!

There were no words as Conrad took me by the hand and led me through his house to his bedroom. He poured us two flutes of champagne. Toasting a ­renewal of our friendship, we drank. Then he took my glass, kissed me again and began to undress me.

His kisses were sexual and left me breathless and dizzy with desire for more. As he removed my clothing, his kisses followed, each becoming a sex act in itself. He nibbled, licked and sucked his way from my lips to my ears, then down my shoulders and across the top of my breasts, and following their outside curve roaming over my abdomen and dipping into my navel.

I lay back on the bed, and all of Conrad’s body moved into play, touching, caressing and massaging different areas of my body. His hands seemed magical, removing clothing, caressing, tracing, touching and tweaking my body. His legs and feet stroked up and down my legs, pressing my knees apart, touching the top and sides with a light, almost feathery action. Each movement became an electrifying erotic act intended to heighten my arousal, and believe me, it was working big-time!

All this time Conrad had touched neither my nipples nor my pussy, yet both were on fire and felt like they had already experienced prolonged manipulation. He slid my panties down my legs and, returning up my legs, brushed his hands over my pubic hair, so lightly that I wasn’t sure he had really done it. His lips nibbled and kissed the swell of one breast, then moved to the other, while his hands continued up to my collar, tracing my neck and continuing to my ear before moving back down again.

Once he had me naked, Conrad quickly stripped off his clothes, lay down and folded himself into me, one leg sliding between mine and lightly brushing my vulva. Throughout all his movements, he used every part of his anatomy to touch, caress and stimulate different parts of my body. His lips and tongue never stopped kissing, licking, sucking on parts of me. When he took my hand and started doing this to my palm, fingers and wrist, I could hardly breathe. My pussy flowed freely with lust.

Conrad kissed and caressed me like this for more than half an hour, never once contacting my nipples or any part of my pussy. Oh, he came close, hovering so that I felt his hot breath drawing my nipples the way the morning sun draws the unfolding petals of a flower. And over my pussy he blew a jet of air across my clit and labia. As he did so, I flexed my hips upward, straining for contact with his mouth, but he kept the tiniest gap between us.

The first time Conrad touched a nipple, his lips brushed so lightly, it almost wasn’t there, but at this point I was so hot that I gasped as a wave of pleasure surged through my loins. I was dripping—so ready to fuck, I was all but begging for it. But he was not to be hurried.

His lips descended lightly around my left nipple, never touching it, coming to rest on the edges of the areola. Next he began a light, pulsing suction that tugged my nipple up and out. As he sucked and my nipple rose, his tongue would brush, flick and circle my nipple, and with each contact I felt my passion grow. Before I knew it, each pulse became a tugging on my clit.

Conrad sucked one nipple for several minutes before switching to the other. While he sucked, each pulse became a tugging sensation in my pussy, ­focused on my clit. At each touch of his tongue I thought I would burst into orgasm, but he always managed to keep me half a lick away from coming.

While he worked over my breasts, his hands and legs were busy sliding over my body, touching me, drawing me closer. He even used his cock to brush my legs and stomach, around and over my vulva. Still, never once did he let his cock touch my pussy or come any closer than the sparse pubic hair on my mons ­veneris.

Conrad moved down over my abdomen and legs to my feet, kissing and touching me everywhere. He ­positioned himself to press his hard cock against the sole of my foot while he kissed his way up my leg, stopping just as his nose began to tickle my pubic hair. Then he shifted and ­repeated the whole thing with my other leg. I was just about delirious with lust, cry­ing and begging for him to touch me. He could use his hands, his mouth, his cock or at this point his elbow for all I cared! Just as long as he touched me.

His kisses and caresses continued to explore my body, moving from head to foot and back again, each time seeming to get closer to my gushing pussy. As this went on, I was so constantly close to orgasm that almost anything would send me over the edge. Yet he managed to keep me teetering on the brink without letting me cross my orgasmic Rubi­con. I drifted into a state where ­everything was a sensation of lustful pleasure. Time ceased to have meaning; seconds seemed to last forever, and hours passed in an instant.

That evening I repeatedly drifted in and out of this state, becoming aware of new sensations. As Conrad shifted his focus to my vulva, my body seemed to zoom in, the way a camera does in movies. The first intimate contact I felt was his nose lightly tracing my outer lips, going up and over my clitoral hood and slipping down the other side. Next, his tongue, pressed flat, followed the same path as his nose except on the outer edge of my labia. His tongue traveled from the bottom of my pussy up and over my clit and down the other side.

Now his tongue burrowed further and flicked lightly across my anus. My breathing felt strange: I knew I was taking in air but, my head spun. It seemed like all my nerve endings were in contact with his touch. He didn’t just lick a pussy or flick a clit with his tongue, he made love with his mouth, lips, teeth, tongue, nose, chin, forehead and every other part of his body.

His lips drew the folds of my outer labia into his mouth, and he sucked lightly while rolling the sensitive tissue with his tongue. He created suction, which he maintained as his lips slid up and down either side of my vagina. Without making direct contact, he drew my clitoris out until I felt it straining for his touch while my pussy flooded.

When Conrad reached the bottom of my vulva, he clamped his lips over my vagina and used the bridge of his nose on the underside of my clit. It was a delicious sensation, his nose massaging the inside of my pussy and brushing my clit, but my attention was pulled to my vagina by a pulsing tug created with suction from Conrad. With his lips sealed around my opening, he sucked so that it that felt like he was going to suck my cervix into his mouth. It was like the sensation of a fat cock pulling at my insides as it withdrew from my cunt.

I didn’t know how long Conrad kept this up. All I knew is that I was floating on a cloud of pure sexual pleasure that was not quite an orgasm but could just as well have been one. I felt like I was coming without the physical pulses and contractions, and at the same time I was on the edge, wanting the smallest push to send me headlong into full-blown orgasmic bliss. Somehow he always kept me that single heartbeat from coming, but no closer. I drifted on a cloud of sexual bliss.

The bed shifted, and suddenly I was acutely aware that I was in bed getting royally fucked. Conrad slithered up my body, his tongue, lips and hands everywhere, leaving a burning trail of sensual desire wherever they touched me. I felt relief, thinking I was finally going to get the cock I craved.

Conrad used his feet to press and hold my thighs ­together, with my legs between his. I felt the head of his cock pressing down on my clit as he lowered his weight on top of me. His cock kept going, pushing past my clit, spreading my labia, rubbing my sensitive vagina and brushing my peri­neum before coming to rest against my anus.

Then he withdrew—with excruciating slowness! His pace made my body quiver with sexual tension. I kept trying to shift my hips so he would penetrate me. ­Instead, he would move his weight and continue his teasing. Not that I was complaining, but I really needed to get fucked and to come.

Conrad kissed, touched, licked and sucked different parts of my body without varying his slow fucking ­motion, which seemed to pleasure every pore of my genitals simultaneously. It was difficult breathing. Time seemed to stop, but simultaneously it seemed to pass so quickly that it couldn’t be measured, and I couldn’t begin to tell you what happened during its passage.

Suddenly Conrad’s weight was gone, along with his cock. He shifted on the bed. I opened my eyes to see his hard cock, glistening with my juices, right next to my mouth! As I turned my head to it, I opened my mouth and swallowed that beautiful shaft. I felt him lift my leg, and he moved his weight and slid his tongue between my labia. The sensation was heady. From my pussy stuffed with tongue and face to my mouth filled with cock, it seemed like ­everything was joined in one huge, sensuous pleasure circle.

I wanted to drink Conrad’s come like it was the last water in a desert. The taste and texture of cock in my mouth had both it and my pussy flowing freely. Con­rad’s tongue, lips and face were doing magical things between my legs, and when I felt the feather-light touch of his tongue slowly circling my puckered anus, I almost passed out from the exquisite sensations.

Before I could give in to the release of orgasm, Conrad shifted again. Now he was lying between my legs, with his tongue and lips circling the outer edges of my labia. My chest was heaving—deep, gulping breaths that made it seem like I was floating and the only thing connecting me to earth, to reality, was Conrad’s mouth and tongue. Again I drifted in and out on a cloud of ­exquisite sensuous bliss, knowing that time must be passing, but too aroused to be aware of anything else.

Conrad spoke, telling me to open my pussy for him. I used both hands, spreading my lower lips by pulling them up and out. He flattened his tongue and used it to swab his way from bottom to top, employing a feather touch and hot breath. I felt my toes curl, and my legs arched at the feel of that tongue against my clit. But as he drew close, Conrad shifted his tongue and swiped around and over my clitoral hood.

I felt his tongue, still flat and broad, begin to push open the top of my inner labia. He changed its shape to long and round and used the tip to touch and prod every crease and fold of my vulva. I could no longer sense that I had any physical body other than my excruciatingly aroused pussy. Conrad spent some time rimming my vagina with steady, gentle and firm strokes of his tongue. I don’t know how long we were connected mouth to vagina; I was aware only that nothing else existed.

Conrad withdrew his tongue and shifted his body, and at the same time I felt hands caressing my aching breasts and lips circling my clitoris. He started a light, steadily pulsing suction that seemed to pull every fiber and nerve of my clit as it strained for contact. Fingers began brushing and tugging my nipples in time with the pulsing on my clit. I don’t think I was even breathing at this point. I was floating again, but I felt an unstoppable tsunami fast overtaking me.

The pulsing, brushing and tugging all became one as my whole being surged into the beginnings of a tremendous orgasm. My pussy pulsed in time to Conrad’s sucking action. The pulse expanded, taking over my whole body. It seemed like every cell of my body was connected by high tension wire to my pussy.

Hands were moving over my abdomen. Had Conrad removed his hands from my breasts? A tongue was working my pussy, massaging my lips and probing my cunt, which tried to squeeze it before Conrad pulled it back. The suction on my ­clitoris continued, and my body soared into orgasmic bliss. I felt like I had just turned to liquid.

Every touch, every breath, every pulse brought a new orgasmic spasm. Wave after wave of pulsing contractions, surges of breathtaking sensuality and the heat of pure lust filled and consumed me. It just kept going on and on. At some point I became aware of Conrad moving up and his cock pushing open the lips of my vagina. This brought a whole new wave of orgasm. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.

Conrad pushed his cock in me with even pressure, never letting up until he was in as deep as he could go. Immediately, he began to fuck me, with steady, full strokes, maintaining an even, unhurried pace, in and out, in and out, and I just kept coming. Any pause or resumption of stroking, even the pulse of his heartbeat, brought on a new wave of orgasmic pleasure. My breathing was little more than gulping and gasping as my orgasm continued.

Every little bit of movement brought a fresh wave of orgasm. Every touch lit another fire, and it was all I could do to wrap my arms and legs around Conrad and hold on for dear life. I don’t know how much time passed while this went on. Behind my eyelids I had an explosion of light like a thousand Fourth of July fireworks displays which seemed never to end.

Conrad continued stroking his cock into me, and I kept coming. Then his cock exploded, and as he ejaculated, my own orgasm burst through a new level of intensity. At this point I was nothing more than a wet spasm of cunt and highly charged nerves.

What I experienced ­cannot be called multiple ­orgasm, because it wasn’t a series of orgasms—I just started coming and then never stopped. It was a continuous climax, unlike anything I experienced or even heard about. Over the next half-hour I just shook, quivered and held onto Conrad.

I glanced at the clock and did a double take: Five and a half hours had passed since we got on the bed! We hadn’t stopped once! Conrad told me that my ­orgasm lasted nearly half an hour. It seemed like only minutes had passed, yet hours were gone.

After coming back to earth I left for home, a half-hour away. While waiting for the light to change at a deserted intersection, I began to vibrate and suddenly was in the throes of a bone-rattling orgasm. Before it end­ed, the traffic light had cycled through green to red and back to green before I started off, gasping for air and trying to stay in one lane.

I got home, crawled in bed, turned over and burst into another orgasm! Over the next five days I had spontaneous orgasms at the most unexpected moments. I would be doing dishes and suddenly gripping the sink as waves of ­orgasm rolled through me. Once, it happened before I left the car in the parking lot at the grocery store. I would curl up on the couch and five minutes later feel the unstoppable surge begin to overtake me.

All this began five years ago. Since then I’ve been meeting Conrad every three to four weeks to enjoy a timeless day of sexual bliss getting gloriously fucked, followed by days of spontaneous orgasms, then a period of recovery, before going back to do it all again.

When it comes to sex, you can have all the hard-banging monster cocks there are. I have Conrad, and I have the better deal.

—Name and address withheld