Me and a good friend went into town one day to shop and do some errands.
It took us a half hour just to get there, since we live in the country. We were the type of friends you could call “friends with benefits.” We fooled around with one another and sent each other pictures and videos of us masturbating. We always talked dirty to each other, if we were just joking around or if we were being serious. And I loved it. It always got my pussy wet and his cock throbbing. It drove both of us crazy, and we knew it.
While I drove, he got to talking about our past experiences, remembering how on one occasion my pussy smelled and tasted really sweet. A tingly feeling came over my entire body. He had his hand on my thigh, moving closer to my most inner part, between my legs. He rubbed my thigh, and while he told me every detail of his naughty and dirty thoughts, my jeans became damp in the center. My outer lips were swollen, the whole area throbbed, and my clit hardened.
The half-hour trip was a little longer than usual, as we teased each other for over an hour. He would pull out his hard dick and stroke it in front of me. With every stroke, clear come puddled at the tip of his head. As much as I tried to focus on driving, I couldn’t help but watch. Jesus, I wanted him!
At every red light I found myself leaning my head into his lap to suck the come off his cock. Just watching him play with himself and listening to him say sexual things turned me on to where I could have came without him touching me.
It got to be around lunchtime, so we stopped at a burger joint. He said he wanted to sit somewhere where he could play with my pussy under the table. Instead, knowing the sexual tension we had, I sat us at the bar for some drinks.
While we sat there, I told him how wet he made my panties, and how much it turned me on every time I sucked his cock in the car, and how much I loved to watch him stroke his hard dick. He said he wanted to see my panties so that he could breathe in my scent and taste my creamy come.
Good girl that I am, before we left I went to the rest room and took my panties off. I had a big smile as I got in the car, and just by looking at me he knew what I had done. Without hesitation, I handed him my wet thong. With a huge smile, he wrapped it around his hand and inhaled deeply. Every deep breath he took turned me on more, seeing how he loved it.
He put the wettest part of the thong in his mouth and licked my cream. I kept getting hotter as he worked the thong over with his mouth. I wanted my lips wrapped around his cock bad, but I wanted it deep inside me too. All I could think about was fucking him, riding that hard, throbbing cock on my kitchen table. I couldn’t wait to get him home.
On our way back from town, he told me to take off my pants, saying he wanted to smell and taste my pussy up close and personally. I put the car on cruise control and set one leg high on the dashboard so he could lick all the way down my pussy lips. His soft tongue made my clit hard, and my lips swelled as he licked and nibbled from one to the other. He pulled back to look at my swollen pussy, then started smacking it and playing with my clit.
I saw a string of my juices stretched from my pussy to his fingers. When he started a repeat session of sucking and licking every inch of my lips, I moaned and, keeping one hand on the wheel, pushed the back of his head deeper in my pussy, so he’d get every ounce of my juices on his chin, because after he was done, I licked it all off his face. I’d never felt anything like it before. He licked my pussy clean till we got closer to my house.
The moment we stepped in the house, he practically ripped my clothes off of me while pushing me toward the kitchen table—just like I had imagined! He laid me on the table, pushed my legs apart and licked and bit slowly up my thighs, teasing my pussy. I fought back orgasm, not wanting it yet. I wanted more.
After a while I thought it should be his turn, so I lifted his head from my crotch and licked his chin clean, then told him to strip and lie on the table. With his cock hard and throbbing, I kissed his sac, then licked my way up his twitching shaft. He teased me by moving his cock up and down, turning me on even more.
I wrapped my lips around the head, then worked my way down, stroking with my mouth from balls to tip. His deep moans got louder, making me even hotter. When I couldn’t take it anymore, needing that cock now, I forced my way on top of him and pinned his chest to the table when he tried to get up. I reached for his cock and slid it past my wet lips inside my pussy. I fucked him for a few minutes, loving being in control, and I kept fucking him till my body tingled and I finally reached orgasm.
As I was finishing he threw me off, picked me up and carried me to the bed, where he laid me down with a force that said he meant business, then shoved his hard-on in me. The faster he fucked me, the more I screamed—for more!
He saw my vibrator sitting on the nightstand and grabbed it. He stuck it in slowly at first, watching my pussy lips grab onto it. He pulled it back out slowly, then pushed in again. Gradually he moved it faster and harder. I felt myself heading toward another climax, and told him to slow down a little so he could see my lips pulse as I came.
We both shouted “Ohmygod” as I came. Afterward, I grabbed my toy and tossed it aside. I still needed to feel his cock inside me. I took hold of his arms and pulled his hot body on top of me, and soon enough I felt his cock buried in my throbbing pussy. I grabbed his ass and pulled him harder to me. He held me close to his hot sweaty body. I loved the feel and sound of his balls slapping the bottom of my pussy with every stroke.
He flipped me over so I could ride him again. I sat bolt upright on top of him, grinding my clit on his pubic bone while pinching his nipples. As he was about to come, he let out a scream. I watched his face intently as he exploded inside me.
As our bodies dripped with sweat, I was sure we both knew that this was a day we would never forget. —M.L., Sandy, Utah
You arrive at a cabin in the mountains. Inside on a table you find two glasses and a bottle of expensive wine, along with a note with lipstick kisses! telling you to follow the rose petals up the stairs, bringing the wine and glasses with you.
Climbing the stairs, you can’t help but wonder what awaits. What is she wearing? Is her hair pulled up, or is it down? Is she lying in bed or in a bath filled with bubbles?
You open the bedroom door and see me standing across the room, wearing a long dark blue nightgown made of lace. Soft music is playing, and there are rose petals on the bed. I look at you, wondering if you get my hint that I want to make passionate love to you.
You pour wine into each of our glasses, walk slowly to me, kiss my cheek and hand me a glass. After we’ve both had a few sips, you set the wineglasses down, put your hands around my face and kiss me with passion. Totally taken by the moment, I take your shirt off and rub my hands up and down you.
You pick me up and lay me down gently on the bed. You take off my nightgown, so all of me is within reach of your hands. You begin kissing my neck, then move down to my breasts. When you get to my thighs, chills are running all through my body. You flick my clit with your tongue, which is pure arousal for me. I let out a soft moan.
You kiss your way back up me, and we embrace, indulging in a long erotic kiss. I roll you over on your back, remove the rest of your clothes and kiss and nibble your body. I grab your hard cock in my hand and stroke it. I take the head in my mouth and caress it with my tongue and lips.
I work my way back up to your lips. After we kiss romantically, I tell you to take me into the bathroom. You pick me up and carry me there. Candles light the room, and the bath is filled with bubbles. You set me in the water, then join me. I climb on top of you, slip your hard-on in my pussy and massage it with my “other” lips. Your hands move all over me.
It feels so good that I dig my nails into your back. I grab your face and kiss you with everything I have left. I ride you harder and faster. I know you want to come but are holding off. I climb off you, and we both get on our knees, with me facing away from you, leaning over the edge of the tub. You slide your cock in my ass. As you thrust in me, I grab the waterproof dildo and slide it in my pussy. The vibration makes you pound me harder until you explode.
You slip out of me and kiss me. Then I finish washing you. I whisper in your ear, “Baby, the night has only begun.” We get out of the tub, slip on our robes and resume work on that lovely bottle of wine.—S.H., Victoria, British Columbia
Under the romantic glow of candlelight, with soft music playing in the background, we undress each other completely, taking our sweet time. We’re in no rush!
I have you lie facedown on the bed, and I use one of the candles to warm up some of that special almond-scented massage oil we like. I start at your muscular shoulders and slowly work my way downward, massaging the oil in, rubbing very slowly.
Feeling tension in your shoulders, I take extra time rubbing them okay, maybe I really love the feel of your shoulder muscles , then rub all down your back and down your sides. Again, I take my time. I keep kneading your flesh firmly, and it’s not long before I have you moaning steadily.
Once I have your whole body completely relaxed—perhaps you’ve even drifted off to sleep!—I work my way down to your buttocks, which I rub firmly and purposefully, up and down, up and down. I make sure periodically to cup my hands down in between your legs as well, massaging what they find there. I am also careful to remember that your hips need love too. So much rubbing!
Eventually I force myself to resume my downward path. I work down along your legs, then continue on to your ankles and feet. After which I repeat the whole procedure, once again taking my own good sweet time as I work my way down—methodically, patiently, persistently—from head to toe.
Then I do the whole thing all over again! And I continue this process for maybe half an hour.
Once I’m sure I have you as relaxed as I can possibly get you, I wake you gently by means of soft kisses on the back of your neck intermixed with suggestive sucking on your earlobe. When I have your attention, I have you turn over on your back. Then I take time once again to make sure that you are relaxed all over and completely comfortable.
I take the soft gurgling noises you’re making as confirmation that you are at the desired point of relaxation. I plant kisses all over your naked torso, just barely grazing the surface of your skin. Now I produce the blindfold I’ve had ready for this moment and put it in place over your eyes.
I know you understand that my goal is to heighten this gradually unfolding scene and make it all that much more sensual and enjoyable—for both of us!
At this point I am relaxed, and only slightly moist with anticipation. I proceed to apply warm oil to your chest and shoulders, paying special attention to your nipples. Oh look, they’ve both snapped up erect!
My work done there, I continue on down to your tummy, where I tantalize your belly button. I rub oil on each of your arms, including the hands, where I pull repeatedly on each finger until I’m satisfied they’re all fully relaxed as well.
I move downward, skipping over areas that would, shall we say, rouse you from your present state of relaxation. I rub oil on your legs and feet and do the same thing with the toes as I did with the fingers, tugging on each slightly. After massaging your feet, I repeat the entire process up and down the length of your body, over and over, for about another half an hour.
You should be passed out by this point, sound asleep. I glance down and observe that I am now visibly moist, perhaps from knowing what my next moves are while you are breathing slow and heavy, deep in dreamland.
I continue repeating the entire process from head to toe. I spread your legs wide enough for me to maneuver between them. Now able to span the entire length of your body in wide, even strokes, I continue massaging you, to put you back into “deep relaxation” mode after moving your legs.
Now, finally, you are right where I want you: totally open and vulnerable!
This time when I run my hands up your body, they head straight for your nipples, and set about tantalizing them. I lean over and, one at a time, tongue-tease and suck on them. I take one and then the other in my mouth and suck on it, hoping that this is awakening a part of you that you’ve never felt before.
I move my hands back down to your legs and ankles, then follow with my body, ever so slightly brushing the tip of your still-dormant shaft with one of my hard nipples. Now, with my lips almost but not quite touching that sleeping shaft, I breathe warm breath over it—just enough to stir your subconscious.
I rub a few more times all the way up your body and down, to once again relax your senses back to sleep. Now I move slowly up over your chest and straddle one of your legs. As my hands make their next descent of your body, all in one motion I lick the tip of your shaft. At the same time, I lower my inner lips so that they’re dripping on your leg.
Your senses wake, and firmness starts to set in. You are too relaxed to protest to anything I have in store for you at this time.
Moving back between your legs, I resume rubbing down the full length of your body. I do this for a while. Then the next time, as I’m going back down, I run my nipples along your thighs. At the same time I open my mouth and wrap my lips—ever so lightly! —around the tip of your manhood. Not surprisingly, you are fully awake now!
I had a feeling that would do it! Which is exactly why I was so careful to stay away from this area until now! Now I breathe warm air all along your shaft, which I am delighted to feel beginning to stir. I continue my descent down to your balls and then once more down to your ankles.
On the way back up, in a quick and unexpected motion I run my tongue from the bottom of your ball sac to the tip of your steadily growing shaft. I take the tip gently in my mouth and suck all over it. It’s not long before you’re at full hardness, indeed standing at attention in apparent appreciation of my attentions! As I blow a cool breath on the areas I just licked, it dances and begs for more.
Down again I go over your body, this time taking you quickly and fully in my mouth and shoving it down my throat as far as I can. I pull off fast and retreat to long, full body strokes again to keep your now-raging erection from getting out of control. You squirm and beg me to do it again.
I straddle one of your legs once more, setting down lightly, opening my dark hollow up to you all the way. I rock back and forth, enabling you to feel my wetness. You moan unbelievably—I’ve never heard you make sounds like that!—at how hot and wet I am.
Moving off of you, I turn around and straddle your face, allowing you now to see—and taste—my wetness. Since I have conveniently positioned myself facing away from your face, I am now in position to go down quickly I try to stifle my impulse to pounce on your manhood. While you lick the dew out of my nether region, you let out a series of moans, which turn to groans as my mouth tickles your shaft all over.
I move back down between your legs and rub my hands up them, moving gradually to the insides. I cradle your balls with my thumbs while sucking on the soft part of your leg where it attaches to your trunk, right next to your balls. Soon my tickling has you really squirming. I go lower and lower, moving your balls aside and sucking all around them. With lightning speed I suck one of them in my mouth. I suckle it oh-so-gently. Then I release it and capture the other ball, which I give the same treatment.
Now I run my tongue up, down and all around your impressive hardness, wetting down the whole length of it. I move my tongue to the tip and tickle it, then kiss it firmly. In excruciatingly slow motion I press downward with my lips.
I ignore your grunted protests how seriously can I take them when you appear unwilling to suspend your oral attentions to my pussy even long enough to form actual words? and take a good half of your shaft in my mouth. I wrap my lips and tongue snugly around it, then begin making small up-and-down strokes. I go down on you repeatedly, deeper and deeper and harder and harder, until I have you squirming with pleasure and begging for something more.
You reach down, pull me up and kiss me. As our tongues dance, I position myself just over your waist and lower myself lightly so I’m hovering just over your erection, allowing it to stand between my dripping lips and allowing me to run my wetness along the length of it a few times from tip to balls and back. With each stroke, I imagine that you are as wild with anticipation of your beautiful cock being inside me as I am.
My inner lips are swollen, aching and throbbing to receive you. This pushes me to kiss you vigorously. As I run my silky lips along your shaft, I feel it heaving in anticipation of its own. I tease it, rising up a bit, just a shade more beyond its reach. As I lift myself, you thrust your hips upward, but I keep rising just high enough so that you still can’t penetrate me—yet!
I am holding your arms down above your head. You are helpless and begging for me to take a plunge. As you continue to thrust upward, at just the right moment I remain still and permit you to penetrate ever so slightly—your tip just barely touches the inside of my inner lips. Now I bounce up and down, ever so lightly, so that tip slides in and out of me, causing you to squirm and moan.
The more I do this, the more agitated you become, until you just cannot take any more. You take charge, first pulling your hands out of my grasp, then quickly placing them on my hips and pulling me down hard while you thrust your hips upward as hard. Now you can raise your own hips up to catch me. At this moment I quickly lower myself all the way, causing you to penetrate me fully.
Finally, after all the lusting and teasing, I am filled completely. We both cry out!
We rise and fall together a few times. I give up eye contact with you so I can raise my torso fully and concentrate on grinding my cunt on your cock—back and forth, all the way in and out. I love feeling your rocklike cock penetrate me all the way each time, and luxuriate in the feeling, just grinding back and forth, slow and hard.
I pause a few seconds to allow us both to feel our own contractions and the flow of juices. Then I give you a few even slower and harder thrusts, pausing after each grind. My mind begins to reel as my body goes out of control. I’m moving faster now, and then faster still. Faster and deeper I grind, as hard as I can, but also taking pauses of varying lengths at your point of deepest penetration, until I let out a long, loud, low-pitched, deeply throaty cry.
My body shudders with my pure pleasure. A few more soft thrusts and I lie down on top of you to rest and recover myself—only to discover that we’re not finished! Aggressively, you flip me on my back and hold my hands down over my head.
You whisper in my ear that now it is your turn to torture me. You kiss my neck firmly, just at the hollow, under my ear, then across my face—teasing my lips—to the other side.
“Oh God,” I groan, “how I want you inside me again, pounding me hard!” While I beg, I try to struggle free, but to no avail. You have a firm grip on my wrists. Meanwhile I continue to beg you, over and over, to give me that pounding.
Just when I think you’re ignoring me, you plunge effortlessly all the way inside me and hold it for a second, which causes me to moan loudly. With a blink of an eye, you pull out all the way. I chastise you, and beg you to do it again. You adjust your position so you can kiss me firmly and passionately, long and wet.
I am dizzy again, and you make me swoon. You withdraw your cock and position it so it’s sitting just at the tips of my inner lips, where you let it nuzzle my smoothness. As you kiss me a few more times, you dip and raise, dip and raise, allowing just your cockhead to enter and exit me. My pussy swells and throbs.
My passion is growing wild again, and I beg you for more. You kiss your way down to the little freckle between my mounds. Now your hands release my wrists, and you set one on each breast. You massage them firmly, tugging on my aching erect nipples.
I’m moaning and begging you to please take me again. Quickly, and without a word, you rise and position your cock over my face, just out of reach of my lips. I can’t reach it, since you’re straddling me. I raise my knees and press them to your back, pushing you close enough that I can have your cock in my mouth at will.
God, you taste good! You pull away, then come close. You dip a little and let me kiss it, let me take it in my mouth once more, and each time retreat again. I moan my frustration.
You kiss down to one of my nipples and take it in your mouth. You pull, suck and roll it around in your mouth for a few minutes. Then you do the same to the other nipple. Down you move to my belly, where you kiss and suck on my belly button. Now you go lower, kissing all along my hip line, from one side to the other. Each sucking kiss makes me squirm, it tickles so!
I moan and spread my legs farther apart as an invitation. Happily, you accept. Slowly, oh so slowly, you kiss down and around my lower mound, along my hairline, and tickle my tip with your tongue. I let out a small cry. You plunge your tongue deep, drinking in my juice all at once. You suck hard and passionately.
I cry and raise my hips for you to push farther in. As you are sucking on me, you slide a finger in my forbidden zone. Mmm, that feels great! Then you insert another finger, continuing to suckle while you probe my depths. Finally you land on my ecstasy button, which you massage wildly, all the while still sucking on me.
I feel myself falling into a warm, dark, inviting tunnel, telling me that I’m ready to come again. You read this from my moans and slight shudder and retreat again.
Positioning your head over my breasts, you kiss and suck on each nipple again. You kiss up me to my lips. Now our lips touch—just touch, not kissing—and you whisper that you’re going to take me as your own now and make us one. Then you press your lips firmly on mine. As our tongues make love, you plunge your manhood deep in me. We both cry out.
Plunge after plunge, you move slowly and firmly, pausing at each deepest point. You speed up and keep thrusting. After a while, you pull all the way out and tell me to turn on my tummy. I do, positioning myself facedown, bent-kneed, with my legs spread slightly apart and my bottom in the air.
You dive—deep, hard and fast. I cry while arching up and backward. Thrust after thrust, speeding up and slowing down, you dive deep, as deep as you can go, holding my hips and pulling me to you firmly.
You lean over me, put your hand on my throat, pull me backward, up towards you, and kiss the back of my neck as you thrust a few more times. Then you reach around and hold my breasts with both hands, pulling me to you with each thrust, nuzzling my hard nipples with your palms. It feels sensational, rocking back and forth with each other.
You move your hands back to my hips to guide me firmly to you again. I reach down and back between my legs as best I can and tug lightly on your balls while you thrust deep. You let out a low moan. On your out stroke, I wrap my fingers around your cock, so that you’re now gliding through them on the in stroke, spreading my lips slightly for fuller penetration.
You quicken your thrusts, and with a dozen or so more of them finally shudder, cry out and fill me with your cream.
We fall to the bed and breathe as one for a few moments, while we catch our breath. You roll off of me, and I roll over onto my side, with my back facing you. You roll up behind me and reach around to cup one of my breasts, and we fall asleep, our desires spent, deep in each other’s love.—L.R., New Orleans, Louisiana
Hal and I have been together for a little over a month. He’s handsome, sweet and funny, not to mention a great lover. My libido races whenever he walks toward me. His clothes always fit perfectly and always look fabulous on him.
The other night we had an encounter I want to tell you about—our first after he’d been away visiting his mom for two weeks. The whole time he was away, all I could think about was feeling his beautiful cock inside me. So when he called to say he was back, even though I do love him, there was only so much small talk I could handle. All I cared about was how my body ached for his.
When he said he wanted to meet, I said I knew the perfect spot, a park within walking distance of my house. The sun was just starting to set. Off to the side of the park is a well-hidden forest. As I walked toward the forest, the anticipation killing me, a cool breeze blew up the short skirt of my dress, over the crevice between my legs.
In the forest I found a large tree branch lying on the ground and sat down. Within two minutes I saw a tall, masculine figure coming toward me. A tingling sensation coursed all through me. As we hugged, I wrapped my arms around Hal, massaging his back.
He pressed himself to me and said, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” I said, my heart soaring with the warmth I felt in his embrace. It’s like that feeling you get after being out on a cold winter day, suddenly entering a warm, cozy home. I experienced something like the peace you feel then.
Hal took my face in his hands and smothered my lips with his. I surrendered to the kiss and ran my fingers around the waist of his jeans. He thrust his pelvis against me, then slid a hand through my legs and massaged my inner thighs. Then he slid a finger in my pussy, and I moaned as he moved it in and out of me.
I unzipped his jeans and reached in his shorts, then pulled out a nice hard cock. I stroked it like mad.
“You like that?” he said in a guttural tone as my fingers worked his shaft.
Hal pulled my dress up over my head, leaving me naked. He lowered his head and kissed my stomach. He reached up and massaged my breasts as his tongue glided closer to my moist cunt. He parted my lips and guided his tongue back and forth on my clit. At first he moved slowly, caressing the walls of my lips with his tongue, and I moaned in rhythm with it. Suddenly he moved his tongue faster. I felt a rush as if I was jutting straight down a roller coaster. My thighs quivered.
I gasped for a moment, catching my breath. Finally I said, “Okay, Hal, now I want to fuck your big cock.”
Hal pulled my body up for a long, sensual kiss. He pulled a lubricated rubber out of his shorts and slid it on. He propped me up by gripping my ass. Then he slowly buried his prick in me. When he began penetrating me with medium thrusts, I gripped his arms and tossed my head back.
“Ooh, nice, tight pussy,” he said. With that he began pumping me harder.
“Oh, yeah,” I moaned. “I love that big cock.” I threw my head back again.
“You like that, don’t ya?” he said. “Feels good, right?”
“Yeah,” I panted.
Hal kept fucking, and I kept moaning. When he started breathing heavy, I became more intrigued. “Feel good, baby?” I said.
“Yeah,” he gasped, and closed his eyes.
“You like fuckin’ me?” I said, grinning.
“Oh yeah,” he said in his normal deep voice.
Now he was feeding me his cock ferociously. It hurt a little, I but wanted to see his face contort as he shuddered and deposited his load inside me. I was aching to see him come. I told him how much I love watching a guy come.
All he did was chuckle.
“You gonna come, baby?” I said, hoping to force him closer to climax.
“Ooh, yeah,” he said, his voice quivering. I felt his cock tensing up inside me. It became harder for him to thrust with his inner thighs shaking the way they were.
“Come on, baby,” I urged. “Mmm, that big cock.”
“Uh, I’m gonna come,” he moaned. I was enticed with the image of his beautiful cock spewing forth cream.
Suddenly he pulled out. I looked down at his erection and was momentarily befuddled not to see any come in the condom. Without warning, he ripped it off his still-throbbing cock, and I stared as ropes of come streamed out onto me.
I barely had time to enjoy it, though, because all of a sudden we heard twigs breaking nearby. “Shit!” Hal hissed. A crowd of youngsters was walking our way. I leaped behind the broken tree trunk and frantically slipped my dress back on.
“Wanna go back to my place?” I said.
“Can’t, babe,” he said. “I’m going out to dinner with my dad. And I need to be at work early in the morning.”
“Oh, okay,” I said, pouting.
“There’s always tomorrow, baby,” he said, and he kissed me. He said, “I love you,” while running his fingers through my hair.
“Love you too,” I said, sighing as I embraced him. One more kiss, and then we said our good-byes.—G.W., Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
It was one of those rare days in Southern California. Rather than bright sunlight and cool ocean breezes, cold winds raised white, gauzy draperies of mist. Rain gently pattered down on the waxy leaves outside the window.
Lying next to me was my wife Marlene, whom I’d married just twelve months earlier. Ever amazed by her glossy black hair, and its tendency to relax into a flowing pattern that mimicked the smooth, soft contours of her slender body, I sat staring at her great, dark curls. From time to time I glanced into her jet-black eyes. Entranced by the soft shadows the dim light was pushing across the ceiling, Marlene languidly followed them with her glance as they shifted shape.
She didn’t notice that I had awakened, which gave me time to gaze downward, enjoying the complete picture. The blue satin sheet clung to her naked body as though it were a second skin. Those magnificent breasts, which I had spent countless hours appreciating in my mind as well as with my lips and hands, could never be copied by a sculptor. Her thin, high waist seemed to point like an arrow toward the flare of her hips and the treasure that lay between them. From that juncture sprang two of the most beautiful legs ever seen. It was those legs that made me give up trying to paint the human figure, for no brush could ever capture her smooth, flawless skin. Thighs like a bowl of cream, calves with curves that should shame the designers of exotic cars, and sexy, thin ankles, completed the picture.
Then she turned that goddess’s face, and with the softest smile on her lush lips, said, “Do you want eggs for breakfast?”
“Any other options?” I asked. Her hands, pressing lightly on my shoulders, suggested an alternative, and she met little resistance from me. So began a memorable day of unhurried pleasures.
I lay for several minutes just nuzzling her pubic hair with my lips and chin. My hands roamed over the silk of Marlene’s thighs. The scent that rose from between them grew ever stronger, beckoning me to explore her mysterious depths. Finally placing my hands behind her knees and raising them, I watched her legs fall open and reveal her lovely secret. Her outer lips were already pink and swollen with impetuous desire.
Perhaps a stronger man would have sat back and observed this miracle of beauty a little longer, but I dove forward with a little cry and buried my tongue in her nectar. Her rich, thick honey coated my tongue and drove me into a frenzy. I began lapping at both her inner and outer lips, wanting to touch her everywhere with my mouth.
The pretty rosebud of her clitoris peeked shyly at me from under its hood. I rained soft kisses all over and around it. Then I closed my lips over the swollen morsel and slowly rocked my head left and right. The pace at which Marlene thrust her hips up, pressing herself against my chin, told me how fast she wanted me to move. The tempo increased steadily. So did the urgency of her surging hips. Soon I let her clit slide free, but continued shaking my head as fast as I could, my lips running smoothly over her swollen button.
When her orgasm arrived, her hips remained in the air, still vibrating but no longer banging against the bed. My mouth was plastered against her slippery opening, and Marlene twined her fingers through my hair, pressing my face even more firmly against her. She gasped and moaned for a good two minutes, then collapsed.
By noon we were both thoroughly relaxed and glowing, but the idea of rising from our bed held no charm at all. Nonetheless, there were things to do. Marlene insisted that we pull ourselves together and spend the afternoon looking at houses, something we talk about endlessly but never seem to get to. My paintings were selling well, after years of hard work, but the commitment to years of debt still scared me. Marlene melted me with a look and said, “I’ve made an appointment with a realtor for one hour from now. Please, lover, be nice.” How could I resist?
The house was perfect, which of course translated as out of our price range, but Marlene said it would cost nothing to look. She mentioned that the owner was the realtor, and had just lost her husband.
Lilly made an immediate impression. She was perhaps fifteen years our senior, but her face and figure gave no clue to the fact. As she walked us through the spacious rooms, her heels clicked almost musically on the marble floors. Furnished with style and taste, the house also displayed some of the finest art we had seen in some time. Nearly all the works were by the same artist. Many were nudes, and many of the nudes were of Lilly, well-painted pictures of her flowing red hair and graceful body. She explained that her late husband was the painter, and the next stop on our tour would be his studio.
I was, of course, instantly engrossed in a close study of the studio. Lilly told us that she had an appointment, and we offered to leave, but she suggested that we make ourselves comfortable. Saying she would return in about an hour, she left us in her husband’s beautifully appointed workroom. It had huge northern windows, a twenty-foot ceiling, and room for monumental canvases. We were both aghast at its sheer size.
Marlene walked over to the daybed in the center of the room. A sly smile told me what was on her mind.
“Maybe we can’t own it, but we could make love here just this once,” she said. As she slipped out of her dress, she spun like a ballerina, letting the sun play on her porcelain skin. Marlene has never been one to appreciate underwear, so as soon as her dress slid to the floor, she reclined naked on the bed. Her head on the pillow, one leg raised at the knee, she instructed, “Off with those clothes, lover.”
Leaving a trail of my clothes, I advanced toward the bed, but stopped short when, from behind me, I heard a gasp.
Turning, I saw Lilly in the studio door with a bottle of champagne in one hand and three glasses in the other. Staring and short of breath, she walked quickly to the table by the bed and set everything down. Marlene had not moved. She sat on the bed wide-eyed with embarrassment.
Lilly turned and smiled at me, then turned to Marlene. She bent over the bed and firmly planted a quick kiss on Marlene’s lips. Then she stood up, slipped off her dress and knelt, spread-legged, over Marlene. She again kissed Marlene, then turned her head to me and said, “I am sure you can afford this house.”
Marlene looked at Lilly, but spoke to me: “Lick her real good, lover, because I want this real bad.”
Always one to face a challenge head-on, I moved to the foot of the bed and caressed the soft, white cheeks of Lilly’s bottom. It was perhaps a little wider than when her husband had painted her, but no less firm. Bending forward, I placed a kiss on either cheek. At the same time, Lilly was laying kiss after kiss on Marlene’s lips, eyes and cheeks. The breasts of the two women were pressed together, flattened by the pressure of their rapidly increasing passion. When Lilly lifted herself for a moment to look at Marlene’s face, I could see that both women’s nipples were swollen, wrinkled and as dark as cherries.
Using both hands, I parted Lilly’s thighs to make way for my exploring tongue. Her scent was different from Marlene’s, but no less pungent or compelling. The groans that greeted my first licks let me know that it had been some time since she had been caressed by anyone but herself.
At the first touch of my mouth, she trembled and collapsed forward. The two women continued to explore each other with their lips, their bodies molded one against the other. I separated Marlene’s legs as well, and now had access to two lovely treasures at once. Immediately taking advantage of the fact, I ran my tongue from the bottom of Marlene’s opening to the top of Lilly’s, then plunged back down again. Soon both women were writhing in ecstasy, their copious fluids mixing in a delightful carnal cocktail, which I lapped up as fast as I could.
Marlene was the first to reach her release. She threw her arms around her new-found friend and held her tightly. Lilly held both of Marlene’s nipples between the tips of her long fingers, as Marlene thrashed beneath the attentions of my tongue.
When Marlene’s climax had begun to subside, I turned my attention to Lilly. Burying my tongue deep inside her vagina, I stroked in and out while circling her clitoris with my thumb. As she came closer and closer to orgasm, I moved more and more slowly, until at last her climax rolled out of her in a long, strong, steady flow, accompanied by a moan that came from the depths of her soul.
The two women lay side by side on their backs in luxurious relaxation, holding hands and feeling the sun on their skin. Lilly stirred lazily and, looking at me, said, “Don’t you want your release, too?”
“Oh yes,” I replied. “But sometimes I get it in a different way.” And I returned to my task of setting up an easel and mixing paints, then added to my explanation: “I’ll be fine, as long as the light holds out.” —S.C., San Diego, California
As the rain poured and the thunder cracked outside, my lover’s eyes sparkled in the candlelight. I live for that fire in Robin’s eyes and the way it lights her face when she sees me. Robin is so beautiful. Her tan skin is so soft and responsive to the touch of my hands. Her desire for our love radiates with an intensity unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
We kissed, and I closed my eyes and felt her breasts press against me. With my fingertips I gently caressed her face and stroked her beautiful hair. Barely touching her skin with my hands, lightly brushing her lips with mine, I started to drive her wild. Knowing how much she desired me gave me a deep surge of fulfillment. Neither of us wanted our embrace to end.
I could have kissed Robin for hours, my lips pressed against hers, slightly parted, our tongues tangled. Instead I opened my eyes and broke the kiss so that I could look at the rest of my darling. I moved my hands along Robin’s neck, her shoulders, arms and breasts. I couldn’t get enough of Robin’s body. My fingers wandered underneath the straps of her red negligee and slid it down her shoulders, exposing her perfect, round breasts. Teasing her breasts with my mouth and hands, I avoided her nipples as long as I could will myself to resist. Robin’s nipples were hard, and so was I, as her hands began to roam over my body. Our breathing was heavy, our bodies hot—it was heaven for both of us.
We continued exploring each other’s body, yearning for each other. I moved my kisses lower, moving around Robin’s love-nest but avoiding direct contact, kissing and touching everywhere except the center of her desires. Her body was begging for release. Breathing lightly on the lips of her pussy, I extended my tongue and moved it along the outside of her labia, from bottom to top, then down the other side. Next my tongue ran along the insides of her lips, lightly at first, then harder.
Finally I approached Robin’s musky entrance, and began pushing my tongue as far inside her as I could. Her pussy is so soft, and it tastes sweeter than a dream. When at last I focused my attention on her clit, it grew inside my mouth as I sucked on it. Robin climaxed again and again, spreading her juices all over my face. The waves started low, rose to a furious intensity and then subsided.
I moved up to kiss her again, and our lips met with as much passion as before. Kissing me, she used her tongue and mouth to taste her own sweet juices. Robin couldn’t get enough of her slick essence, and the sight of her tongue darting here and there, seeking the feminine flavor, deeply excited me.
She was on fire as she grabbed my hardness. Robin wanted to take it in her mouth. With her tongue she teased me for the longest time, finally engulfing my cock. Oh, what a feeling it was, having her warm mouth all over me. Her breasts rubbed against my legs, my balls, my shaft. I was breathing so heavily that my face started to tingle. Then slowly the warm, prickling sensation spread through the rest of my body. I felt her hair and her skin with my hands. I wanted to explode in her mouth, to see my come dripping from the corners.
But not this time—I wanted more to be inside her. Robin gasped that she longed to feel my hardness inside her. Straddling my cock, Robin slowly swallowed my cock with her velvet sheath. My penis seemed to swell until it filled her up inside. The feeling is difficult to describe, but I know I’ll never forget it. I rolled on top of her and surrounded her body totally with mine, slowly moving in and out of her. At first I went in and out just an inch at a time, then another inch, until we could no longer bear the pleasure and I buried my cock inside my beloved. I pulled out the entire length, then slid in again repeatedly, stimulating her clit by moving my cock back and forth as I reached the deepest part on each stroke. Intense pleasure built inside our bodies. Our climaxes couldn’t be stopped, and we writhed in each other’s arms as our bodies exploded from an overdose of lovemaking.
I will remember this always as the most sensuous and passionate experience in my life. —A.M., Chicago, Illinois
Over the hiss of the shower she heard the front door slam. Her husband yelled, “I’m home, honey!”
She kept quiet, knowing he would find her sooner or later, and anticipating his reaction when he did. She heard him wandering around the house until he finally reached the luxurious bathroom that graced the master bedroom of their large, ranch style house in the Canadian Rockies.
Through the rippled glass of the shower door, she could just make out his form.
“You okay in there?”
“Yes, honey, I’m fine. Thanks.”
“Can I get you a towel?”
“No thanks, I can get one!”
“Well, I guess I’ve just about run out of excuses to come in there.”
“Since when did you ever need an excuse?”
While saying this, she seductively swung open the glass shower door. The steam and filtered light silhouetted her form just so, her curves seeming to glow in the dimness, her nipples crinkling in the cold air, her hair wet and slicked back from her face.
She had one arm high on the shower door, the other hidden behind her, and her full, ripe breasts had never looked so enticing. Tiny, crystalline drops of water dangled from their watermelon-colored tips. Her body shimmered with dampness and steam, her legs smooth and her place of pleasure smoothly shaved. He could clearly see the precious cleft that enclosed her sweet pleasure-button, and the rosy petals, already moist from the shower’s heat, growing moister from within.
She beckoned to him with a finger, and he slipped off his tie and shirt, not wanting to remove his pants just yet, not wanting to return to the torrid pace of the workaday world. He wanted their time together to last, needed it to, and if he allowed himself to be too close to her right now, he wouldn’t be able to control the desire that burned like white fire in his loins.
He stepped toward the shower, his chest, slightly tanned and sporting a tattoo of a large dragon, already sweaty from the excitement of seeing her like this. He let his hands roam over her for a moment, feeling the wetness of her body, the heat, the wonderful curves that had made him so happy for so long. He reached up to cup a breast, and marveled at its heavy fullness in his hand. He kissed the tightly knotted nipple, gently at first, but with ever-increasing passion, as his need for her grew until he could control it no longer.
His trousers seemed to fall away, freeing his manhood from its confines. It forced itself out into the steamy air, fragrant with the aroma of her womanhood. He slipped his hand between her firm thighs as she whispered his name and bent her knees slightly, opening herself to him. He felt her slick juices on his fingertips and brought them to her mouth. She sucked his fingers furiously, tasting herself, tasting her need for his love, his embrace.
He sensed her readiness and, removing the rest of his clothing, stepped into the shower with her. Closing the door behind him, he shut out the world, giving them time and space to relish each other’s company. Here and now they could enjoy each other’s body in a way that had lately been rare and, therefore, treasured.
Their bodies, wet and heated, slid together in a passionate embrace. He took her head in his hands and parted her quivering lips with his thrusting tongue, searching and exploring her. She returned his caresses, kneading his ass with her small, gentle hands. He felt his loins tighten at her touch, and his erection throbbed between her legs. He pivoted his hips back and forth a few times, the water creating a wonderful friction when it was mixed with her sweet, musky juices.
She cried out for him and placed one leg around his hips, begging him to carry her to the heights of ecstasy, but he refused, groaning that it was too soon. He wanted to give her pleasure in a way she’d never forget.
He lifted her ass onto the low shelf of the shower wall, knelt between her glistening thighs and moaned at the way her petals opened up to him, revealing her dark, moist passageway. As she began to shudder, he teased her swollen clit with the very tip of his tongue, making her cry out and grasp his hair, pulling him closer. He drank the sweet honey from her special place, swallowing it in great gulps as the water cascaded down her breasts and belly. He sucked hungrily at her, licking and nibbling her until she felt faint. Ass perched on the edge of the shelf, back arched and head thrown back, hair matted in wet tangles over her burning brow and well-toned shoulders, she began to heave and buck. Her legs were raised high and her ankles rested on his shoulders, tightening in pleasure as he teased her.
Finally he stood, and let his large erection bump against her open lips, slightly parted now to welcome him. She stuck out her rosy pink tongue and touched him there, tasting his salt, letting it ride over her tongue, letting him wait.
Suddenly she took him deep in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his knob, making him stiffen with shock and pleasure. She heard him groan, and felt him place his hands lightly on her head, guiding her, encouraging her. She drew back and, using her tongue quickly and ticklingly, she moved down his shaft again, clasping her lips tightly around the base of his cock and sucking as hard as she dared, making him cry out. She sucked harder, enjoying his reaction to her caresses. She released his cock and held it gently, lifting it slightly so she could get at his firm balls, taking one in her mouth and kissing it with her tongue. She hummed, and the sweet vibration sent incredible shock waves through him.
She loved him this way for a little longer. Then they both stood and she kissed his lips. Staring into her eyes, he hoisted her so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. When she felt the soft tip of his manhood bump against her place of pleasure, she angled herself so that he slid slowly in, making her spurt with wetness and push herself to him in her need. He drew back and rammed into her, needing her urgently. His balls slapped her ass as he pounded into her, their wet bodies making squishing sounds as they moved, the odor of their coupling wafting to them through the steam, the friction bringing them to absolute ecstasy.
Their motions slowed, and he lowered her to the shower floor, still straddling him. They shared their long-held passion until she felt him shudder, as his life spilled into her. She rested her head against his strong shoulder and sighed.
He remained in her until the water turned cold. Then they dried each other with massive towels and went to their bed, where they lost no time in making up for the weeks they had been apart. —B.B., Augusta, Maine
It was a cold, cold day, and the bed was so warm. I pulled the covers more tightly under my chin as I rolled over to snuggle into Margie’s back. Her long, strawberry-blonde hair gently covered my face and tickled my nose. It smelled of springtime and sunshine. Her skin was soft and hot, like a hug in the shower. A little sigh escaped from Margie’s lips as I pressed my morning hard-on into the crack of her ass. She wiggled her hips and arched her backside against me slightly. She always did enjoy a little appreciation for her ass, even in her sleep.
We slept nude. It was a Saturday morning. The previous night had been one of our rare party nights. Hours of drinking with good friends and dancing to good music had given us both a healthy desire for the opposite sex. The plan was to crawl into bed for a night of screaming, barking, shake-the-headboard, scare-the-cats, call-the-fire-department, knock-the-lamps-over sex.
Two friends offered to drive us home in their van. The ride had been full of sweaty teasing. Margie had slipped her panties off earlier, to tease me while we danced a long, groping slow dance. In the darkened back of the van I had employed two fingers to explore her pussy’s most sensitive spots while she stroked my cock through my jeans. In time, Margie even put her head in my lap, telling our friends she was sleepy. She pulled my zipper down, ever so quietly, and licked my swollen dick-head as a kitten licks cream.
We sat on a blanket and kept quiet so as not to arouse anyone’s suspicion. The thrill of sneaking around was reminiscent of making out on her parent’s couch after a late date. When my fingers quickened their rhythmic pumping in and out of her pussy, Margie muffled her little whimpers by taking as much of my prick down her throat as she could. She pulled it out to grin at me and lick her lips when I bucked my hips.
“You little wench!” I hissed into her ear.
“I like to tease,” Margie giggled. She laughed out loud when I humped my hips up toward her mouth. When she turned her head, my cockhead only managed to touch her ear. My fingers were tangled in her hair as we kissed passionately. All this movement finally drew the notice of our friends, who joked and teased and generally put a stop to our fun.
At the house our two friends, another couple, stayed to talk and drink some more. After an hour Margie disappeared, only to return in a short, red satin robe that did nothing to hide the fact that she was naked underneath. For some reason, no one got the hint until I suggested that our friends stay the night in the spare room.
I took them up to get them settled. The door had barely closed before the bed began its telltale squeaking. When I returned to the kitchen, it was clear the night had finally taken its toll. Margie was asleep, her head on the table. I carried her into bed and settled beside her for a long night of frustrated dreams.
Apparently her dreams were just as hot as mine. As I lazily floated back toward consciousness in the morning, the strong scent of Margie’s pussy juice filled my senses. My hand slid along the curve of her waist and across her belly. Hugging her tightly, I slid my hard-on up and down her ass-cheeks in fast thrusts. My cock jerked and throbbed with every brush against her sweet crack. If it hadn’t been morning, I would have come right then and there.
Margie moaned quietly, and her legs reflexively spread apart a little bit. My hand went gliding over the rise of her hips and down to her wet, slippery cunt. It was smooth and hot, soft, quivering and very wet. Two of my fingers drove deeply into her with one smooth thrust. Once they were in as far as I could reach, they ran in little circles around and around that little rough spot in her pussy just behind the clit. Margie’s moans turned to whimpers as I rotated my wrist and circled my fingers around the smooth walls of her vagina.
“Yes, yes, yes,” was all she said when I replaced those probing fingers with my cock. Lying on my side, entering her from behind, my chest against her back, my pole only reached about halfway in. Margie responded after a few thrusts by wiggling her ass and pressing it hard against me. Then she rolled over onto her belly. I stayed with her, ramming my cock as deeply inside her as I could. She grabbed the headboard with both hands, raised herself onto her knees and pushed against every thrust with her whole body.
I grabbed her hip with my right hand, tangled my left hand in her hair and eased her onto my prick. Her back arched like a panther’s. She growled deeply in her throat to complete the image of a cat in ecstasy. I pumped and pumped, deeper and harder with every move. She matched me stroke for stroke. We were sweating profusely. The sun had become noticeably brighter and higher in the sky while we fucked. I had never lasted so long in this position, and began snorting and bellowing like an animal myself. Just as the pressure in my balls built too high to hold back, Margie lay flat on her belly, then rolled over onto her back.
I lay on her belly and reached underneath to grab both ass-cheeks while I licked her right nipple. Margie screamed and bucked like a woman gone mad when she came. I kept my cock buried as deeply in her pussy as I could, and held on. Margie’s pussy grabbed and sucked on my cock. The feeling drove me wild. I leaned back and grabbed her legs. She spread them as wide as they would go, and I rammed and slammed until I couldn’t hold back. I bellowed and hollered.
“I love to feel you come,” Margie cooed as I lay on the bed panting and trying to come back to reality. “Want to join me in the shower?” she added.
I was still breathing hard and gasping weakly, but was not about to give up a chance to shower with this beauty. “Sure,” I said, trying to sound recovered.
In the shower, we soaped each other up. Margie paid close attention to my balls, which I keep clean-shaven for her. She says it’s sexy to lick and suck them that way. This time she wasted no time getting down on her knees to enjoy them.
It took maybe two licks, combined with the sight of her kneeling in front of me, to get my prick back up to its full size. Margie swallowed the whole shaft in one move. I fell back against the wall as she bobbed up and down on my staff. She moaned almost as much as I, showing how much she was enjoying this. Just as she felt my balls tighten up to blow a load down her throat, Margie stood up and giggled. Turning around, she asked me to wash her hair.
Naturally I was frustrated, but comforted myself with the idea that I could once more rub my turgid cock along her ass and at the same time have both hands full of Margie’s glorious hair. I washed and rinsed and rubbed and bucked, and whispered into her ear how hot she made me. Margie pushed back against my cock, arched her back, wiggled and giggled. Finally, when we were both clean and I expected her to turn off the water, she looked over her shoulder and asked if I could come for her again. “Oh, yes!” I replied.
She braced one hand on the wall, bent well over and reached between her legs to grab my cock and rub it against her pussy. “Do it, baby!” she yelled. I grabbed both hips and thrust. Under the hot spray we humped and pumped, until I exploded deep inside her. Margie held still and gripped my cock with her pussy until it softened and popped out. She turned to kiss me good morning, adding, “Let’s spend the day in bed.”
How could I say no? — L.A., Memphis, Tennessee
This letter is about my fiftieth birthday party. And what a party it was! There were only two people in attendance, my girlfriend and myself. But that was all we needed.
Ivy is an extremely sharp, intelligent, beautiful, passionate woman with great curly blonde hair. She has wonderful legs and great tits with beautifully shaped nipples. Another great thing about her is her ability to come like no one I have ever known. Ivy can have an orgasm from kissing for a long time, or from having me play with her nipples. She has great sexual energy, and she really loves to fuck!
That brings me to my fiftieth birthday party. I arrived at her house about seven, and as I came in, she met me at the bottom of the steps dressed in a beige teddy, through which I could see her tits and pussy. We immediately embraced and kissed passionately. I loved the way she kissed me, running her tongue around the inside of my mouth. I could get lost just kissing her.
I picked Ivy up, carried her to her bedroom and laid her on the bed. I tore off my clothes with her help, and lay beside her. I took off her teddy slowly and started to kiss every inch of her body. I loved to play with her tits. It seemed to send waves of feeling directly to her pussy, and always got her very wet.
Next I licked and sucked on Ivy’s nipples until she was squirming on the bed. I moved slowly down to lick the insides of her legs, then moved my mouth to her hot pussy. I ran my tongue along her cunt lips, then brushed the underside of my tongue very lightly over her clit. She really liked it when I did that. She was soon on the brink of her first orgasm, and I felt her body tremble as she came.
Ivy said she wanted me inside her, so I moved up to place my hard dick against the lips of her pussy, then slowly slid in the tight, wet hole. I felt every inch of her snug pussy walls as we started to fuck. I was on top of her, driving my dick deep in her cunt, but after a while we rolled over so she could get on top of me.
Ivy loved doing it that way she said. She could place my dick right on her G-spot. When she came again, her entire body shook, and the muscles of her vagina rippled around my dick. As she bounced up and down on me, I couldn’t hold back, and my dick spasmed hard. I shot my come in her hot pussy, and as I came, she came once again with me.
Ivy kept my dick deep in her pussy as she sprawled on top of me, her body still shaking. She would sometimes have multiple orgasms just lying on top of me, which always got me hard again in a short period of time. Her magic worked again, and I soon rolled her over and began fucking her again. She raised her hips to meet me each time I drove my dick in her hot come-soaked cunt. She was the hottest woman I had ever known in my life.
Finally I had Ivy turn over so I could enter her from the rear. I loved to watch as my dick went in and out of her beautiful pussy, and I was also able to watch her face in the mirror at the front of her bed. She looked so good that I was only able to give her one more climax before I came for the second time that night.
We hadn’t gotten out of bed for about two hours, and we both needed to eat, so we threw on some clothes on and went downstairs to start dinner. We kept kissing and playing with each other as we prepared the meal. So far, this was turning out to be a birthday to remember, and the night was young.
As we ate, we played with each other under the table. Ivy would place her foot in my crotch and play with my cock. After dinner I slid my chair over next to her so we could kiss. Soon we were taking our clothes off. Ivy got up and straddled my lap as I sat in my chair, sliding her wet pussy down over my cock. In this position she could do anything she wanted, and she was soon moving her cunt all over my dick, grinding and pumping, while I played with her tits and sucked her nipples.
Ivy’s body started to tremble then she was coming all over my dick. Overcome by her orgasm, I shot my come deep inside her as she clenched the lips of her pussy around the base of my hard cock and rocked back and forth.
We then headed back to the bedroom. Ivy sat on the edge of the bed, inviting me to slide my cock in her open mouth. She really loved to suck my dick, holding the head in her mouth and working her tongue over the glans. I loved to see my rod moving in and out of her mouth as she held it tightly with her lips.
Instead of coming down her throat, I got on top of her and slipped my hard dick in her sopping pussy. We fucked very hard for about forty minutes, and I had the most powerful orgasm I can remember. It seemed as if I was coming for three or four minutes. We went on fucking for the next two hours. I came two more times, and god knows how many orgasms Ivy had.
Altogether I came five times that night, one for every ten years of my life. It was the wildest birthday party I ever had!–T.S., Dover, Delaware
It was a boring day at the office until my wife called at about four o’clock and said she had a surprise for me. Allison’s tone of voice made my cock twitch, and I could not help leaping to the conclusion that what she had in mind was something sexual.
I should mention that my wife rarely calls me at work. She’d never called before with a sexual message of any kind, despite my suggestions over the years that I’d love to be teased in that way. Nonetheless, I know my wife, and I could sense that I was going to enjoy whatever she had in mind.
Allison is a very elegant woman who can be incredibly sensual when she’s in the right mood. I frequently describe my fantasies to her in love notes and every once in a while our minds connect and we find ourselves acting out a fantasy that’s as hot and intense as I could have hoped for.
After fifteen years of marriage, my wife is hotter than when we first met, both in mind and in body. For years I was obsessed with her breasts, and didn’t adequately appreciate her fantastic legs and beautiful ass.
In recent years I’ve found that my attention tends to focus on one part of Allison’s body for a period of months, after which I will rediscover another area. My current obsession seems to be with her gorgeous ass, hips and pussy. As a result of this, I found myself conjuring up fantasies about her wearing skirts with no panties.
I began to imagine how sexy it would be to have my wife greet me, when I came home from work, wearing nothing beneath her tight skirt. I pictured a skirt that would be tight enough to show off her curves, but not too tight to prevent me from pushing it up to her waist whenever I wanted direct contact with her naked ass.
I wrote about this fantasy in a love note to Allison. I explained how, after much thought, I had concluded that a tight knee-length skirt in a stretch fabric would be the sexiest, and that I envisioned sliding it up her thighs, turning her around and fucking her from behind as she bent over our living-room couch.
In a subsequent note I expanded this fantasy, envisioning a brief excursion out of the house, such as a trip to the supermarket, where we’d both know her pussy was totally naked–shaved and uncovered–under her skirt, while we mingled with our fellow suburbanites in an everyday setting.
Allison never responded to the thoughts in my notes, but this was not unusual. I continued to enjoy my private dreams, envisioning my pantyless wife in a variety of skirts and settings.
Now suddenly she was calling me at work. As my mind whirled with speculations about her purpose, Allison suddenly got my total attention by saying, “l’ve been thinking a lot about your fascination with me wearing a skirt with no panties.” She then explained that she had bought a new below-the-knee-length straight skirt that had a zipper running up the back, from the bottom of the hem up to the waist.
When the zipper was closed, she said, the skirt was tight enough around her legs to keep her strides somewhat shorter than usual. However, she continued, the zipper could be opened and locked in any position, to create a slit or an opening through which to explore her thighs and ass. My cock throbbed at her description, a fact of which I’m sure she was aware without a word being said.
Allison went on to say that she was thinking of wearing the skirt that night, with a silk blouse, and that under the skirt she’d be wearing my favorite garter belt and her highest-quality stockings, with no panties. I said that all sounded fantastic, but she wasn’t finished. She had made reservations for six o’clock at a local restaurant we’re both fond of, and wanted to know if that met with my approval.
I stammered out that everything sounded great, and added that my cock was already hard. Then Allison said there were a few ground rules.
First, since she’d never done anything like this before, she reserved the right to wear a thong to the restaurant if she chickened out at the last minute. She said she’d tell me at dinner, before the end of the main course, if she had done that. She promised further that if she did chicken out and wear a thong, she would excuse herself no later than dessert, take it off in the ladies’ room and return to the table with it in her purse.
There were two other stipulations she wanted to make. One was that I was not allowed to touch her from the waist down until after dinner–more specifically, until we were in the car on our way home. The other was that I would take off my underwear at the office, so that my cock would be naked under my suit pants. After all, she said, if she was going to be naked under her outer clothes, I might as well be also.
I told her I would agree to anything she wanted, and would think of nothing but her pussy until that evening. And I did follow her instructions about my underwear, leaving the office with a semi-hard-on pushing out the front of my trousers. Feeling the head of my cock rub against the fabric of my pants was a new sensation, and I could only hope that the friction would not make me come too soon.
Allison looked great when I arrived home, and I said so. Showing off her outfit, she turned around slowly in front of me, smoothing her skirt over her hips and thighs. The sight made my cock come to life.
The skirt wasn’t too tight, but it clung perfectly to my wife’s hips and thighs. It fell to just below her knees, and was snug enough there to be very sexy. Somehow the straight line of the skirt called attention to her long, shapely legs, even while covering much more of them than a miniskirt would have. Ironically, this added to their sensuality.
I stared long and hard at Allison’s ass and hips. I was trying to discern whether she was wearing a thong or was in fact totally naked under the skirt. Of course, it was really impossible to tell.
Allison said she had a kind of appetizer planned for us, as long as I would agree to the no-touching rule she’d outlined on the phone. When I said I would, she told me to stand exactly where I was, with my hands behind my back. Then she slowly turned away from me and backed up against my body.
She bent over slightly, so that her ass pushed back against me, and ever so slowly did several knee bends, so that her sexy rear rubbed up and down over the front of my pants. Needless to say, my cock and I both loved it!
A minute later, Allison straightened up and announced that we should leave for the restaurant. I was frustrated as hell, but I really loved her idea of an appetizer.
Watching Allison get in the car was extremely erotic to me, as she had to hike up her skirt, which exposed her shapely legs, and then smooth it back in place after she was seated. It was a very sexy preview of what I knew I was going to enjoy after dinner. She knew this too, and subtly drew out every motion to tease me.
Shortly after settling in the car, I asked her, “So are you going to tell me how you’re dressed under the skirt, or do I have to wait to see if you go to the ladies’ room during dinner?”
“Well, I was going to make you wait,” Allison said, “but I’ll tease you with a different thought. After my shower this afternoon I was thinking about my call to you and visualizing this evening, and I found myself incredibly turned on. My hand found its way between my legs, and I was so wet, I couldn’t imagine leaving the house without at least a pair of regular panties, preferably with a cotton panel to contain my excitement. A thong wouldn’t do it, and going naked would leave me with rivulets running down my thighs.
“I didn’t know what to do. I thought about how disappointed you’d be if I wore panties, and figured there had to be something I could do. Finally I decided that a part of my preparation for the evening would simply have to be to get myself off, which I assumed would make my pussy less prone to wetness after the edge was off my horniness.
“I wasn’t completely sure it would work, but if nothing else, I knew you’d enjoy my telling you about how I had played with myself. Well, all of these thoughts, and my magic fingers, combined to give me a great orgasm in less than a minute. After my body calmed down, I had to use a washcloth and towel to clean and dry myself. My bathrobe had to go in the hamper, since it had a large wet spot right in front.
“So then I decided that there was now no reason that I couldn’t go all the way for you. So far my body has cooperated. My pussy might be a bit moist, but it’s nothing like it was before. So, to answer your question, yes, my pussy is totally naked under this skirt, and that’s how we’re going to dinner.”
I loved Allison’s description of her preparations, and was very turned on by the realization that my fantasy was now a reality. Not only was my wife wearing a nicely tailored skirt with no panties under it for the first time, but she’d planned everything for my pleasure, and had gone even further than I would have asked if I’d planned the evening myself. It was great!
As we arrived at the restaurant, Allison teased me by slowly running her hand up my thigh until it rubbed against my cock. “If I can go in this restaurant with my pussy all naked,” she whispered, “you can go in with a tent in the front of your pants.” And so I did.
During dinner, our routine conversation was interspersed with more intimate moments. For example, during the salad course Allison told me that she was at that moment teasing her Venus mound through her skirt with her long fingernails, and that it felt very good. The tightness of the skirt wouldn’t quite allow her to reach her pussy, but being about an inch away was quite exciting. She added that not only was she sure she had the only naked pussy in the room, she was pretty sure it was by far the wettest.
She concluded by saying, “I’m going to stop now, but here’s something for you to think about. Later, when you ask for the check, I’m going to play with myself again until it comes and you pay it. I wonder if it will be a long wait, or if our waiter will bring the check before you even ask?”
I couldn’t wait for dinner to be over so I could get Allison alone at home. Our verbal teasing was getting us both even more aroused, and I believe we were both happy to skip dessert. As I gestured to the waiter for our check, Allison smiled. Her hands were covered by the tablecloth, and her face was passive. Nonetheless, my cock twitched to life as I imagined her long fingernails dancing over the single layer of fabric that covered her mound.
As we drove home, I soon put my hand on Allison’s knee, sliding it up her thigh as far as I could, but I was unable to reach her pussy on account of the tightness of the skirt. I pictured again in my mind the sexy images of that skirt sliding up her legs when she got in the car. The drive home took less than ten minutes, but it seemed like an hour.
When we arrived home, I guided Allison through the door from the garage to the kitchen, wanting to get her inside as quickly as possible. My hand rode lightly on her ass, which felt terrific under the thin skirt. It was all the more exciting since it was my first blatantly sexual touch of the night, and was the closest I’d been able to get to Allison’s naked pussy.
In the kitchen I turned her to face me, and we enjoyed one of the sexiest kisses I can remember. Our bodies were glued together, my hands roaming over her hips and ass.
I interrupted our kiss to tell Allison how sexy she was and how much I loved her. I said I was so turned on by the thought of her ass and pussy naked under the skirt that I wanted to worship her from the waist down.
Smiling at me, she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed down with a light pressure. “Enjoy!” she said.
The next moment I was on my knees in front of my wife, my hands thoroughly exploring her hips and ass through the skirt.
I reached around and opened the zipper at the back, raising it about halfway so I could caress her shapely thighs. A moment later I pulled it up to within two inches of her waist, allowing me full access to her ass and pussy. Her garter belt added an extra measure of sensuality to the sight of her nakedness.
With my hands on her smooth upper thighs, I turned Allison around, then spread the flaps of the unzipped skirt so that her naked ass was right in front of me. With a low moan, I buried my face in her soft flesh. As I worshiped her ass, my hands explored her hips, her thighs and her Venus mound. After the hours of teasing, every inch of her body felt like heaven to my touch.
My fantasy had been bettered by the reality, thanks to my sweet and wonderful wife. I finally stood up and guided her toward the kitchen table. Knowing what I had in mind, she bent forward over the table, reaching out to clutch the sides for support. I swiftly shed my shoes, socks and pants, and my hands were soon on her ass again, spreading her skirt open. My cock found its way to her naked pussy with amazing ease.
My hands gripped Allison’s hips as I slid slowly in her, burying myself as deep as possible and trying to go even farther. The tantalizing eroticism of the previous few hours made me desperate now to enjoy my wife’s naked pussy to the hilt. She pushed back at me, at once encouraging me and stimulating me with her passion-laden cries and groans.
Within a few minutes, our passion carried us both over the top and we exploded in an exhausting mutual orgasm. And thus ended one of the most memorable evenings of my life.–Name and address withheld