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Administrator — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 20:18:24 +0000

Stacy was then lead in front of Katrina, and the two were taken
around the corner to a cell that had a strong solid iron door, with only a
small rectangular opening near the base for food. Stacy began protesting
wildly, as wildly as she could with her hands so tightly strung together,
but both she and Katrina were pushed into the cell. Their eyes, already
adjusted to dark, saw a dank cell with tile flooring and two steel beds
with thin mattresses. The guards lay them each down on the bed and with a
cord tied their legs. Stacy’s legs were drawn up to her hands and tightly
tied off. The cord around her neck was then tied, leaving little slack to
the heavy iron railing of the bed she was hogtied onto. Katrina received
much the same treatment, but Stacy noticed that the guard who tied her was
somewhat careless and did not tie her neck cord to the bed.
Stacy half-expected to be ungagged when the guard brushed away her
hair and looked for the buckle tightly fastened behind her neck, but when
he located it, he simply checked it to make sure that the strap was in its
keeper, and then replaced her hair. Stacy groaned deeply in her throat.
The guards turned to go, and as the exited the door, they took one
last look at their prisoners. They turned, slammed the heavy steel door
shut with a loud clang, and then slid a heavy metal bolt into place and
placed a padlock on it, locking it into place. One rectangle of light
remained, the tray hole, and within twenty seconds this was also slammed
shut and locked.
The girls, stunned with the hopelessness if the situation, began to
weep. Less than an hour ago, they were enjoying dinner in the wilderness
with a friend of Fernando, and now they were captured by unknown parties
for unknown reasons and were extremely stringently bound and locked away.
Even Stacy, who had before enjoyed a temporary indentured status which
soon would return by contract, to freedom, was paralyzed with the
uncontrolled nature of her situation. Her bondage now seemed far more
foreboding and permanent than the contractual bonds that she had assumed
for this voyage.
Her back was arched by her hogtie, and with her tears, her nose
became congested, making it necessary for her to breathe through the
corners of her mouth around her ball-gag. Katrina wept quietly in the
other cot near Stacy.
They were left there for hours. The tears no longer flowed after a
period of time, but the hopelessness remained. Their hog-ties were
intractable. Prying fingers could loose no knots, and cramps in the back
of the legs were the answer to struggle. Knotted to the bed-frame by her
neck, Stacy did not dare move around too much, for she could see that
falling off the bed could mean death for her.
In the total darkness, sounds of weeping subsided, and sleep overtook
the pair in spurts, with occasional waking to the pain of the bonds and
the depression of this cruel imprisonment.
After many hours their prison door opened with a clang. Stacy craned
her neck to see who entered. It was Fernando, carrying a knife! “Ten
prisa!”, he whispered sharply to Katrina. He cut loose the rope from her
ankles, rubbed her legs to her hands, and then cut her wrist and neck
bonds. She quickly rubbed tortured wrists, and, stumbling a little, went
to help him loose Stacy. She did not bother to remove her own ball-gag.
They quickly knifed the thin cord around the legs of Stacy, and then
they cut the cord from Stacy’s neck to the bed frame very close to the
bed, leaving them a handle by which to lead her. Her hands were not
loosed. Stacy wondered about her disposition. Was this an escape
attempt? She supposed that it was. Maybe they were leaving her bound
because they did not want her to blow their escape, and maybe she was
bound because she was still contracted for it. At any rate, she wished
that she had been freed as Katrina had. She did not have a lot to say
about it right now.
As the two hustled her out of the dark cell, she saw a guard lying on
the floor with blood flowing from his head, and she surmised that Fernando
had prevailed over him. After several turns, they ran into another guard,
and Fernando quickly dispatched him with his knife. Stacy’s heart was
racing with the danger, but she was dragged and pushed through a door to
the outside. The jeep that they had arrived in was outside, and the key
was in it. Fernando motioned that Katrina should put Stacy in the front
seat, and as he ran around to he driver’s seat, he threw her a length of
rope. Fernando started the jeep as Katrina, still gagged herself,
forcefully tied off Stacy’s ankles, and moved into the backseat.
Stacy looked into the backseat as Fernando drove wildly off, with no
pursuit to see Katrina struggling with the strap on her ball gag, and
having very little success. Fernando also looked back and asked, “Esta’
cerrado con llave?”
Katrina, bouncing back and forth in the backseat, nodded. Her ball
gag had been locked on behind her neck! She leaned forward, and held the
shoulders of Stacy so she would not fall out.
They had made their escape.

Midnight Fantasy

Administrator — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 14:54:38 +0000

Lustful Lorna lay on the sandy beach, clad only in a string
bikini of sky blue. The moonlight shone down upon her
voluptuous body. From the distance came a mournful call.
She sat upright and listened for a hint of what or whom was
approaching.

Suddenly there appeared on the moonlit horizon a shape, his
muscular form glistening. She gasped as he moved closer.
As she gazed upon the curve of his masculinity, her heart
skipped. Suddenly, he appeared, a vision of power.
He approached her and suddenly stopped, leaned near, grabbed
her face with his powerful hands, bent low and kissed her long
AND HARD. She moaned with expectation of pleasure yet to come.
His tongue darted in and out. She met it with enthusiasm.

His forceful hands explored her tender body. She rose to meet
the building pleasure. He paused–surveying the hidden wonder
of her responding passion. She rose and gently drew him near,
clutching his youthful body. He gasped suddenly as she
possessed his manhood in her slender fingers and drew it to
her mouth. Gazing at him in wonder, she kissed him softly.
He responded with a low moaning sound.. Quietly and without
reservation they removed their hindering clothing. He knelt
down and slowly began to possess her. She moaned softly–take
me – now! I am yours!

He entered her gently, pleasurable, strongly, and with an
insatiable lust. Suddenly the night was split with screams of
pleasure as her hands pushed his pelvis into hers. He resisted
for a moment, but could not resist this new feeling of warmth
and potential ecstasy. Their bodies rose together in undaunted
pleasure. He lurched suddenly into her and she cried into the
night with a possessive sigh of inexplicable pleasure. they
parted with a long lingering kiss that said “I knew you.”

Smut Bedtime Story

Administrator — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 15:23:27 +0000

Except for its inconspicuous lock, the door at the end of the
short hallway of Miranda’s middle-class home looked perfectly
ordinary.
But the windowless room beyond the locked door was a sexual
Never-Never Land, a fantastic reflection in a kinky Looking Glass.
While Miranda watched, amused, the key dangling from her finger, I
took one step inside, then another — and stopped, staring. My
heart was racing, my eyes wide. I had never seen anything like it
before.
Two walls were mirrored, from the tiled floor to the black-
painted ceiling. An incredible array of whips, restraints, gags,
and harnesses hung from the peg strips which circled the room at
waist height. Pushed into the near corner was a heavy padded
sawhorse; the center of the room was dominated by a wooden X-frame
solid as an oak and seven feet tall. Both the horse and the frame
were dotted with steel eyebolts, some of which sported dangling
chains or cuffs. All of it looked well used. None of it, as far as
I could tell, was for show.
And in the opposite corner, facing it all like a queen’s
throne, was a fan-backed rattan chair with thick ruby-red
cushions. A black riding crop rested across the seat.
It was a real dungeon, a dominant/submissive playground,
tucked into a back room in a perfectly ordinary home. And this
surprising wonderland belonged to my friend Miranda — a woman
whose dress and appearance wouldn’t raise an eyebrow at a PTL
meeting.
Whose usual dress and appearance, anyway. I turned back toward
Miranda, my mouth suddenly dry. “This is incredible,” I said. What
my eyes were saying, I didn’t know. But I was looking at her very
differently. My mind flashed on a picture of Miranda in black
corset on the fan-back chair, contemplating me bound naked on the
X-frame. My cock began to swell at the thought.
“You approve, then?” she asked archly, her eyes sparkling.
There was a tension between us at that moment of a kind that
had never surfaced before. She was at ease, self-amusedly waiting
to see what I would do. I was uncomfortable, and tempted to hide
behind a wisecrack. But for some reason I just swallowed, nodded,
and said quietly, “Yeah.”
Her next question cut to the heart of the tension. “Do you
want to try it?”
I couldn’t look away from her. “Yes. I — I do.”
She looked at me questioningly, as though I had said something
wrong.
“Yes, Mistress,” I amended, suddenly realizing why she was
waiting.
She smiled then, a pleased smile. “Then go back to the living
room, slave Alan, and take off all your clothes. Kneel in the
middle of the floor, and wait there until I come for you. I have a
few things to get ready.”
#
I undressed, heart pounding, still not quite believing what
was happening.
What was I getting into? How much could I trust her? Though
I’d known Miranda for more than two years, we lived in cities five
hundred miles apart. We had met at an education conference in
Raleigh — she was a testing specialist at a private college, I
was a placement counselor at a large university. We ended up
spending several hours together that weekend, in lecture sessions
and on a mass expedition for Chinese food. She smoothly and firmly
squelched my attempts to flirt with her, but even so, I had a
wonderful time in her company.
When we ran into each other at another conference later that
year, it was like finding a friend in a mob of strangers. We had
dinner together again (only five at the table this time) and sat
up late in the hotel bar on the last night, telling stories and
laughing. I wrote her a few letters over the next year, and she
called me a few times. But the tone was always friends-keeping-in-
touch. There was no hint or thought of romance. Miranda seemed to
be on a different wavelength, as though she didn’t play that game
at all. I confess I couldn’t quite figure her out, even though I
enjoyed her a great deal.
Then came the week-long counseling workshop in her home city,
my wonder-if-we-could-get-together call, her invitation to a
casual dinner at her house, and the free-ranging conversation that
kept coming back to sex.
Somehow I had found myself telling her more about my past and
my preferences than most of my lovers ever knew, and much more
than Miranda was telling me. Eventually I got to my interest in
what I knowingly called “D&S,” and how it was a shame that so few
women seemed to understand about the exchange of power and how
much fun it could be. I was pretending a familiarity I didn’t
have, and Miranda must have known it, but she let me blather on
for a time before calling my bluff by taking me down the hall.
And now here I was, kneeling naked in her living room with a
throbbing hard-on, staring my fantasy in the face. I knew what
most of the toys hanging in the dungeon were for. But my knowledge
was almost entirely academic, drawn from books like Exit to Eden
and a sampling of fem-dom porn. The games I’d played with lovers
past had been strictly amateur. Miranda was the real article, and
that scared me as much as it excited me.
Maybe it scared me because it excited me. Or excited me
because it scared me. I didn’t know how to tell the difference.
#
Minutes dragged past, and my knees and ankles began to
complain about the position I had assumed. Then I heard a door
open, and the click of heels in the hallway. I turned to look, and
found my hostess transformed into a stunning Mistress.
Her mane of wavy auburn hair was set off now by a studded
black choker. Her ample breasts seemed barely confined in a
leather halter laced only to the lower curves of her cleavage. She
wore fingerless elbow-length gloves and gleaming studded
wristlets. In her right hand was the crop, in the left a collar.
Her hips were sheathed in a tight leather wrap-skirt which bared
her beautiful thighs. Her stockings were black and sheer, her
shoes spike-heeled with ankle straps.
She was, in a word, gorgeous. My erection, which had flagged a
bit as I waited, stirred to new life. She noted, and smiled
wickedly. “Nice,” she said, looking directly at my cock. “I can
have fun with that.”
I found my voice. “You look fantastic, Mistress Miranda.
Incredibly sexy.”
“Did I give you permission to look at me, slave?”
My breath caught. “No, Mistress,” I said, and lowered my eyes.
Miranda laughed. “I want you to look at me. I want you to want
me. You can’t have me, of course. But wanting is good.”
She ordered me to crawl to her. Then, standing over me, she
said in a low voice that chilled me, “I’m going to take you to
that place you’ve been wanting to go. I’m going to teach you what
your body can feel. I’m going to play with you, and punish you,
and use you for my pleasure. I want more than your obedience. I
want your surrender. Do you understand?”
I said I did, hoping I did. She made me kiss her shoes and her
crop, and then placed the plain, heavy collar on my neck and
locked it in place. Pulling me up by the collar, she whispered a
“safe word” in my ear — which I silently vowed not to use. Then
she pushed me back down to hands and knees and led me to her
dungeon.
#
Miranda was in no hurry. She kept me kneeling before her
chair, my legs spread wide and my wrists cuffed and locked
together behind my back, while she asked me pointed questions
about my experience and my fantasies.
All the while, she kept touching me, teasingly. She toed my
balls with the point of her shoe, tapped my cock with the tip of
her crop, scraped and plucked my nipples with her nails. Once she
let me suck her middle finger, which I did eagerly. I wanted to
make her feel good, and that was the first chance she’d given me.
When she’d learned everything she wanted, she rose and led me
to the X-frame. My cuffed wrists were unhooked from each other,
then fastened high on the wooden crosspieces. Miranda selected a
second, larger pair of cuffs from the wall, and soon my legs were
spread wide, my ankles locked to the foot of the frame.
I had never felt so sexually vulnerable. I was facing out and
leaning back, completely helpless, completely exposed, my cock
hard as an eighteen-year-old’s and already dripping from the tip.
“I can see I’m going to have to do something about this,”
Miranda said, seizing my cock by the root. “You’ve obviously been
thinking about fucking me. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I told the truth. “Yes, Mistress.”
She slapped the head of my cock smartly with her free hand,
making me gasp. “Forget it. You’ll be lucky if I fuck you.” Letting
go of my cock, she walked to her collection of sexual toys, and
returned with a small harness with several straps. “This should keep
this greedy little cock under control.”
A few moments later, my proud shaft was encased in a tight
leather sheath that exposed only the head. One strap went around
the root where she had grabbed me. Another went around my scrotum,
while a third separated the balls. It felt as though my entire
manhood was being squeezed in a fist. My cock throbbed, reddened.
Already, I desperately wanted to come.
But Miranda had other plans. Her next choice was a length of
rope with dozens of spring clothespins clamped to it. She gave me
one end of the rope to hold between my teeth, and then began to
decorate my body with the wooden clamps. She started with one on
either side of each nipple, pinching the skin with her fingers to
give the clip a good bite. Then she placed a clothespin directly
on my left nipple, and I moaned — and dropped the rope I was
holding for her.
“I’m going to add to your whipping for that,” she said as she
gave me back the end of the rope and resumed her project. The
other nipple was next, then the underside of my arms, the inside
of my thighs, and, finally, my cock. First, she tugged out enough
skin to attach one of the little biting monsters to each side of
my already harnessed scrotum. I almost bit through the rope. Then
she started on the engorged head of my cock, placing one, two,
four, seven clothespins in a semi-circle on the narrow, sensitive
ridge.
Taking the rope from me, she stepped back to admire her
handiwork. “Look at yourself, in the mirror,” she said.
I saw a naked man in complete submission, his limbs spread-
eagled and restrained, his throbbing cock tormented. I felt like I
was tripping. The tension in my body was incredible. My blood was
on fire. It was as though she was touching me in a hundred places
at once, and every one of them was making me crazy with desire. My
eyes closed, and I slipped down into the sea of sensation, leaving
thought behind.
Suddenly I jumped, writhing, as an electric jolt coursed
through me. My right nipple was suddenly burning. What was
happening? I opened my eyes to find that Miranda had folded the
length of rope twice over and was using it to strike the
clothespins from my body. Her aim was true, and every time she
knocked one free, thousands of nerve endings which had been
temporarily overloaded suddenly came back to life shouting
protests.
The last to go were the seven pins on the head of my cock. By
the time the last dropped to the floor, I was quivering and
hanging limply in my cuffs. Miranda stepped close and ran her
fingertips grazingly over my skin, the touch making me jump. Then
her hand closed around my sheathed cock, and her thumb rubbed the
wetness oozing from the tip all over the head.
“You took that well,” she said softly. “Maybe you’ll get lucky
after all. But first, I owe you a whipping.”
Miranda released me only long enough to turn me around, toward
the frame, so my back and bottom were exposed. I watched in the
mirror as she selected a short, many-stranded whip, then moved
behind me. She started with light strokes that barely warmed the
skin, leather kisses on my thighs and ass. The strokes came faster
and harder, until it felt like my skin was glowing. I stopped
watching. I stopped thinking.
Then Miranda traded the short whip for a long, stiff leather
paddle. The first blow from it lifted me off my heels and made me
cry out in surprise. She gave me little time to recover, applying
the paddle vigorously across both cheeks and the backs of my
thighs. The weight of the paddle and the strength of her arm
carried the shock of each explosion through my whole body. I
moaned, grunted, and fought against my chains.
But the incredible thing was that it didn’t hurt. I was past
that. It was a wake-up call to my senses, a charge of pure sexual
energy. All I was was what I was feeling, and all I was feeling
was wave after wave of delicious intensity. I was flying.
After a time I couldn’t measure, Miranda stepped up close
behind me, caressed my hot ass and said in a half-whisper, “Now,
the punishment I promised you.”
There was a long moment to wonder. Then I heard the whistle as
it cut the air, and I knew — it was the crop. And when it landed,
it felt like I was being sliced open, a line of fire burning into
my ass cheeks. My body went rigid, and when the crop fell a second
time I couldn’t hold it all in any more, and screamed. Twice more
the crop came down, and then Miranda drew close again, her body
brushing against me as she traced the scarlet, swollen marks the
crop had left.
She moved away again, leaving me to hang there on the wooden
frame, breathless, shoulders aching, all resistance gone, glowing
inside and out. Time dilated, stopped. The next touch was a hand
spreading my ass cheeks, and another hand smearing my opening with
a slippery gel, pushing a lubricated finger inside me.
“Now the reward you’ve been hoping for,” she said softly.
I raised my head and looked sideways at the mirror, and saw
that Miranda had shed her leather skirt. She was wearing a harness
that was like a leather G-string, and jutting out from it was a
long black dildo. I watched as she moved in behind me, guided the
head to my asshole, and pushed it up inside me.
It was blissful, humiliating, erotic. I was impaled,
stretched, violated. Miranda was fucking my ass, claiming
possession of me, and all I wanted to do was open to her and give
her whatever she wanted to take. And then she reached around my
waist and loosed the straps on my harness, freeing my cock from
its leather prison. She began to masturbate me, stroking my cock
in rhythm with her reaming of my ass.
With everything that had gone before, I was on the edge, and
had been for some time. Before long, my gasps and moans betrayed
my approaching orgasm. Miranda took that cue to bury the dildo
deep inside me, tighten her grip, and stroke my cock furiously.
After a long few seconds, I went over the edge, crying out and
writhing as my cock spurted long jets of come into the air.
#
Miranda took a Polaroid photo of me before she freed me, and
then allowed me to shoot one of her before she changed. I took
that photo, my memories, and the four crisscrossing red stripes
from the riding crop home with me on the plane. I don’t know when
I’ll next see my friend, or if she’ll ever favor me that way
again. But one thing is certain — I’ll never again think I know
someone if I haven’t seen what they keep, and who they are, behind
locked doors.

Ive never cheated

Administrator — Fri, 23 Nov 2007 13:49:29 +0000

I had never cheated on my wife before, but never before had I had
an opportunity like this. My next door neighbor, a divorcee of 36, was
naked from the waist down, bent over the sink, and begging me to fuck
her brains out. Her pretty pink pussy was pulsating in anticipation of
feeling my shaft slide deep inside her body. I made up my mind and
stepped forward, placing my feet between her spread legs. Pulling my
pelvis back, I put the tip of my cock into the warm wetness between her
legs and, after a few teasing very short strokes, drove the entire
length of my cock into her cunt, my balls banging on her clit as I
bottomed on her cervix.

“Oh God! It’s been so long. I want you to stay inside me forever.
I almost forgot how good it feels to have a man inside me. Fuck me
fast and then fuck me slow. I want to feel you move up and down in
me.”

Her words inflamed an already hot situation and I gritted my teeth
and tried to think of baseball scores, algebraic formulae, and anything
else which would keep my mind off the hot pleasure of fucking into the
warm moistness of her cunt. As I fucked her, I could feel her pussy
muscles contracting around my shaft as she pussy-milked my cock.
Fortunately, thinking of other things kept me from cumming too quickly,
and I could feel her spasm through two orgasms before it became too
much for me.

“I’m going to cum!” I warned her as I slowed nearly to a stop, my
cock buried deep inside her. “Not yet!” she begged, “I’m not quite
there yet. Please don’t cum yet.” Gritting my teeth, I pulled out of
her cunt and quickly knelt behind her, my tongue lashing out to bathe
her cunt as I licked her from clit to anus, my lips suctioning her
inner lips and my tongue whipping back and forth across her wetness.
Her pussy juices were running down my chin as she ground her crotch
back into my face, forcing my mouth over her vagina and my tongue to
probe into its warm recess.

As she began to moan and her hips started an involuntary motion, I
rose and drove myself deep into her, feeling the soft velvety walls
spreading before the force of my invader. She cried out as the spasms
of her third orgasm started, her legs weakening as she dropped
helplessly onto my iron-hard shaft. Her pleasure brought me to a peak
and I felt the hot blasts of cum shooting up my prick, exploding into
her pussy as one, two, three, and four large spurts of cum filled her
pussy to overflowing, the excess forced down along my cock to drip from
her pussy onto the kitchen floor. My hips spasmed independently of my
control as the extreme pleasure of my climax was nearly overpowering.

As I started to soften, I started to pull out when she reached back
and grasped me around the hips, pulling me back into her wetness, her
inner softness clasping me like a soft leather glove as her muscles
again milked my cock. Her hands controlled my motions. At first she
let me move only and inch or so back and forth, the wetness and
slipperiness of her cunt permitting me to remain inside her even though
I wasn’t completely hard. As the pleasure grew, her hands pushed me
back and forth more and more until, finally, my cock was hard again and
I could see it gleam in the combination of our fluids.

Pulling back, I took her hand and led her into the den where I sat
on the couch, pulling her down onto my lap. I could feel my cock
rubbing hotly between us as she rubbed her clit up and down its
tautness, her clit poking sharply into the sensitive skin covering the
tube. I unhooked the neck strap of her tennis dress and pulled it down
below her bra. Since her breasts were small but firm, I pushed the
cups up above her tits, the lower band forcing the swelling flesh to
bulge even more as it cut into the softness of her upper breasts. Her
nipples were light pink in color, but they protruded at least a half
inch and were as firm as pencil erasers. She leaned forward and put
her soft lips on mine as her hands went to my shoulders. I could feel
her tongue pressing into my mouth as mine opened and our tongues began
a wet, sexy duel.

As I felt her raise up, her hand went between us as she positioned
me to enter her again. She put just the head of my cock into her pussy
and started a circular motion, the velvety smoothness of her cunt
sliding wetly around its mushroom-shaped bulge. Her fingers went to my
nipples and I could feel her fingers gently scratching my chest, her
fingernails running back and forth over my skin as my nipples erected,
blooming forth as the excitement caused them to poke out of their
covering of hair. My hands went to her tits and I caressed both of
them, my hands squeezing and kneading their softness as I felt her
nipples poking hotly into my palms. As I felt her fingers grasp my
nipple between thumb and index finger, I let her nipple poke up between
my ring and middle fingers, my fingers contracting around the sensitive
buds of pleasure. She began to pull on my nipples as she began to ride
my cock like a horse, posting up and down on my prick, her lips still
sweetly locked on mine.

I could feel all my senses concentrated in three pleasure centers:
my cock inside its velvet-smooth wetness; my nipples being pinched
harder and harder as the pleasures grew; and my lips where her tongue
continued its intrusion into me. As her fingers pinched harder, I let
my fingers return the feeling to her nipples. Finally I couldn’t get
enough pressure with the two fingers so I grabbed her nipple between my
thumb and the nuckle of my index finger. I started twisting her nipple
back and forth as I felt her fingernails begin to dig into mine, the
pain/pleasure radiating throughout my entire body. As she came, her
fingernails nearly drew blood and I squeezed her nipples as hard as I
could, the pressure turning their pinkness white.

As she came down from her orgasm she said, “Now be more gentle. I
love to feel the pain when I’m cumming, but now I just want to feel
softness on my nipples.” I gently massaged her nipples, flicking my
fingers up and down over their surface until I felt her fingers begin
their pressures on my nipples. I duplicated her actions. When she
tortured, I tortured; when she was gentle, I was gentle.

Since I was still rock hard, I let her continue to ride my cock as
she brought herself to two more major orgasms and, I’m sure, a number
of smaller ones. Finally, she slumped on my chest, completely
exhausted, saying, “I can’t move any more. My legs just won’t work. I
just can’t fuck you any more, you’re going to have to do the work.”
She rolled off my chest and lay on her back on the sofa, her body
covered with sweat and completely vulnerable for whatever I wanted to
do. I grasped her ankles and brought her legs up in a “V”, hooking her
legs over my shoulders as I pulled her pelvis up to meet mine, her body
suspended by her head and shoulders and my hands on her ass. Pulling
back, I fucked her with abandon, forgetting everything but my need to
cum. She was just an instrument, a plaything, a hole for my rod. I
was maniacal! My whole being was concentrated in my prick. She was so
wet that I could hardly feel her at all as I fucked back and forth, my
balls banging into her ass.

Looking up at me, she began to pinch her own nipples, saying, “Come
on, you can do it. Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Stick your cock all the
way up to my throat! Shove that hard pecker into my little pussy.
Would it help if I sucked your cock? Would you like to feel my lips
and tongue on your cock? Do you want to fill my mouth with your cum?
Is that what turns you on? Come on down here. Let me watch you cum
all over my face and in my mouth. Is that what you want? Do you want
to see my face covered in your cum? Do you want to see your cum
dripping off my tongue? Let me suck all the cum from your balls.
That’s it, let my legs down. Straddle me so that your big cock is in
my poor little mouth. Do you like that? Do you like to feel my tongue
on you cock while you masterbate? I like the taste of you. I want to
taste your cum. Come on, you can do it. Come on, come on…that’s
it…oh, look at all that cum…you got it in my eyes…let me suck
it…put it closer…ummmhm.”

Her words had inflamed me like nothing before. I was determined to
make my cock cum all over her face. Rubbing as fast as I could, I felt
the sperm start to shoot up my prick and I aimed it right at her mouth,
the force of the first shot causing it to overshoot and land in her
eye. But the second and third wads, smaller and with less force,
dripped onto those red, moist lips and I saw her tongue flick out to
capture their salty whiteness. I tilted my cock and shoved the head
into her mouth and I could see her cheeks hollow as she sucked the last
few drops from my balls. Pulling back, I realized with horror that I
had just fucked my next door neighbor, and that my wife was sure to
find out. Now what was I going to do?

Hikers Under Stars

Administrator — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 07:35:54 +0000

Charlene and I had hiked most of the day to get to one of the more
isolated campground areas in Yosemite park, and we were both quite hot and
sweaty by the time we reached it. Upon arriving, we saw that there were
several other tents already pitched, with a few people milling about or
just relaxing in the peaceful surroundings. We staggered in and said
hello, then proceeded to find a suitable spot for our tent. Several of
the good spots had been taken, but we found one some distance away from
our neighbors. It was nice and flat, with some grasses to cushion our
backs. We set up our tent.
Charlene was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans, and they were cutoff
pretty high. Each time she bent over, they’d ride up her cheeks and
expose some of her female “assets”. Charlene has golden blonde hair that
falls below her shoulders, but she had it up due to the heat. Too, she
has a beautiful figure, with full, but not huge breasts measuring 34C,
which were, at the time, covered by a stretchy knit tube top revealing
quite a bit of cleavage. Charlene is small, only about 5′3″ and 113 lbs.
Her small size makes her breasts look that much larger on her frame, but
her cheerful personality and dynamite looks draw one’s attention away from
the purely sexual alure of her body. Charlene has the kind of face that
make people like her. She is pretty, the kind of pretty that guys bite
their lower lip over and smile. I know. That’s exactly what I did the
first time I saw her.
We’d met several months ago at a friend’s birthday party, and during
the party, our mutual friend’s husband told me that Charlene was single
and “available”. He introduced us and Charlene and I seemed to hit it off
pretty well. At the end of the party, both of us offered to help clean up.
Later we all sat around talking and laughing, and somehow, Charlene ended
up scratching my back (oooh!), and then curling up on the large sofa with
me. After that, we found many things we liked to do, and camping is one of
our favorites.
Once we set up our tent in the campground, we relaxed by talking with
our neighbors, laughing and swapping stories about funny incidents that
we’d had camping out. As the sun began to set, we started a fire in one
of the pits, and it seemed that everyone joined in a communal cooking
party. Lots of fun, conversation and good food. As night fell, it cooled
off to a pleasantly warm evening, a few gentle breezes made us all smile.
Among our neighbors were two other couples in their mid- to late
twenties, a young couple who looked about 19, and a pair of young gals who
also seemed to be in their early twenties. The two girls were very
attractive, even Charlene had commented on that. One was a brunette with
hair that seemed to turn red in the right light, and the other was an ash
blonde with the greenest eyes I’d ever seen. Both were slender and shapely
and seemed to be quiet. Charlene has brilliant blue eyes that melt me,
but the green eyes on the one girl were just so nice I had to tell her
what I thought. She seemed to blush a little and thanked me, then
Charlene said that she liked them too. After dinner and nightfall, we all
sat out under the stars talking about this or that, even looking up at the
clouds of twinkling stars and wondering aloud if life was the same every-
where.
Charlene and I decided to turn in, having hiked up that day we were
tired. That started a trend, and by 11 pm, the fire was out and everyone
was bedding down. But not sleeping.
Charlene and I slipped into our tent, spreading out our sleeping bags
into a thick matress. Charlene and I undressed then kissed, her breasts
pressing against my chest warmly. It wasn’t long before my lips were
pulling on her nipples, and my fingers were massaging her pussy. In the
quiet of the night, all we could hear was the sounds in our tent; heavy
breathing, the pounding of our hearts, and the rustle of nylon each time
we moved. I sucked Charlene’s large nipples, making each one hard and
damp, then blowing on it before lapping it again. I licked between and
underneath them, then covered her belly with kisses until I found the top
of her pubic hair.
I love to eat pussy, and now I just pulled her legs apart and dove
in, licking, lapping, sucking and getting a little carried away. Charlene
loves it when I do that, and her hips rock faster and faster against my
eager tounge. The small tent didn’t leave lots of room for me to lay
between her legs without sticking my feet outside. So I was crouching
along side her, my head upside down between her soft thighs. Charlene
began to buck and I pulled her legs back, spreading them as wide as I
could inside the dome tent. With her pussy spread open I buried my face
in her, and sucked her clit hard. Charlene gasped and raised her ass, and
I could feel her pussy contracting, pulsing against my face. Her legs
closed and locked around my head, and she shuddered several times. I
stopped licking her pussy and let her enjoy her sensations, lightly
caressing the backs of her thighs and holding her against me.
I curled up and held her then, letting her lay her head on my chest
and sigh softly. Charlene curled around me, and even in her serene bliss,
her lips lightly kissed my left nipple, pulling on it sensuously. I let
her come down from her high, and she began kissing me all over. Charlene
likes to suck cocks as much as I like eating pussy, so she began by
licking the head. I lay on my back, eyes closed, just experiencing her
touch. Charlene lovingly licked around the head, holding me in her fist.
Then she went down and licked my balls, sucking the loose skin into her
mouth playfully. She licked my shaft several times, then slowly took all
but the last inch of my seven inch cock into her mouth. She began her
slow up and down motions, using her tongue firmly on the underside.
Charlene had an ecstatic look on her face, as she always does when giving
me head. Charlene was drooling down my cock, making me throughly wet with
her saliva. She loves it, and she loves driving me wild too. I never know
what to expect from her either. Sometimes she can press her lips together
tightly around me, and milk me into her mouth. She likes to make me cum
this way, and she’ll swallow every drop. Other times, she’ll get me very
close, then jerk me off between her full tits, rubbing my sperm all over
her tits or face with my cock, then licking me off. Ususally, I fantasize
about that when she’s giving me head. Other times, she’ll stop suddenly
and climb on top of me and go wild as we fuck our brains out.
Charlene stopped and climbed on me, this being a night where she
wanted my first cum in her pussy. Her pussy was, as you might guess, very
wet, and I easily entered her tight tunnel. She lowered her hips and held
them there, slowly rotating her pelvis and supporting herself with her
hands on my chest. We both moaned softly. With her legs by my hands, I
stroked her thighs, then slid my hands up her waist and under her full
tits. Charlene threw her body down on top of me and kissed me in wanton
passion, rocking her hips in short movements.
“Fuck me.”, Charlene whispered softly.
As we moved, we could hear the wet sounds our bodies made as they
slithered back and forth. I reached down and pressed her cheeks together,
and began humping back against her. Our tongues danced and our breathing
got heavier. It wasn’t too long before I could feel her movements becoming
shorter, sharper, more urgent than before. Her rising tide swept me along
with her, and I felt myself boiling over.
“Cum me.”, I whispered passionately to her.
Charlene moaned and ground herself down onto me. Her pussy began to
clench me over and over, and then, she arched up, sitting on me with her
full weight, driving me deep into her cunt. My sperm shot out, sending
thick, hot gushers deep inside her steaming crotch. Charlene’s hips
shuddered and her cunt seemed to be sucking it out of me. I could feel my
thick, hot liquid swirling around inside her, and I arched my hips up
hard, my whole body trying to flow up into her.
Charlene laid down on top of me, kissing me and still squeezing me
with her cum-filled pussy. I flexed back and felt her shudder from it. We
sent each other messages that way, our mouths busy against each other. It
was so wonderful to have her in my arms and feel happy with her. We both
held on to one another, finally dozing off, my cock still inside her.
Sometime later, Charlene moved in her sleep, and my soft cock
slithered out of her tunnel. We both woke up from the sensation. Charlene
moaned softly, feeling my cum oozing out of her, and I could feel it
trickling down onto my cock and stomach. I ran my hands over her ass and
kissed her cheek. Charlene did something then that makes my cock stand up
whenever I think about it.
Reaching back, Charlene ran her fingers over her dripping pussy and
then rubbed it on her ass. I helped, spreading my cum and hers over her
soft buns, and making her writhe on top of me. Charlene climbed off of me
and then began licking my cock, still covered in our mixed juices. This
excited me a lot, especially since she was doing it so hungrily. I heard
wet noises, and in the dim light, I could see that Charlene’s hand was
rubbing her pussy, then spreading our gooey cream over her belly and legs.
Charlene really started sucking me, giving me a very sloppy, slutty
blow job. Then I found out why she’d been rubbing her pussy so much. With
her slippery wet hand, she grabbed my cock and began sliding her hand up
and down, using her juices to make it feel like a very tight pussy. The
tent filled with the scent of our bodies, heavy sex, and cum. Charlene
stopped and brought her face close to mine.
“I want you to cum in my mouth.”, she said in a soft, husky voice.
She kissed me, then licked down from left nipple to my cock, leaving
a damp trail on my skin. She looked back up at me, then whispered around
my cock.
“Fuck my mouth. Give me your cum.”
It took me a moment to understand what she wanted. Charlene held her
mouth on the head, pulling my hips with her hands. Slowly and carefully,
I began to rock my hips, thrusting my cock into her mouth. Charlene’s hand
dove to her pussy, and she urged me on by moving her head until I was
fucking her mouth faster. Charlene’s saliva drooled down my cock, and I
was trying not to ram it down her throat. She choked once, pulling back
but not releasing my cock. I was getting close, and she was raking her
teeth against my sensitive cock, applying friction and pressure enough to
make me spurt.
Just as I felt my sperm beginning to surge, Charlene’s hands pressed
against my hips, holding me down. She lowered her mouth, taking my cock to
the hilt, then she slowly drew back up, my cock throbbing in her throat.
She choked only slightly, and halfway up my shaft, I sent a long stream of
thick sperm into her mouth. I groaned. Another and another and another. I
didn’t know I had it in me. Charlene seemed to be swishing my cock and
cum around in her mouth, and I just kept spurting. I was sure I’d shot
gallons of sperm into her mouth. She kept the head in her warm, sperm-
filled mouth, then swallowed twice. I was sensitive, and Charlene was
making me shudder by licking me off. When she was done, she put her head
down on my stomach, letting my cock rest against her face.
“Let it go soft. Don’t move.”, she whispered.
I didn’t. I lay there, limp as a wet towel, playing with her ass
while my cock softened and slid against her cheek. As I shrank, the last
dribbles of sperm left a wet line down her cheek. Charlene’s hands were
touching my legs and hips tenderly, and we were both very wrung out.
Now, for the first time, we listened to the night. We could hear soft
rustling of nylon from the other tents, as people rolled over or moved. A
soft feminine moan drifted quietly through our tent, and I smiled,
realizing that someone else was having fun like we were. There was the
chirp of crickets in the forest, and other night sounds. They combined to
make us drowsy. My cock slid off of Charlene’s face, and she licked the
tip, then moved to curl up with her head on my chest. I looked at her and
touched the wet line on her face. She licked my finger off.
“You taste good.”, she said softly, then snuggled her head against me
and started to sleep.
In the quiet night, zippers make a terribly loud racket. We awoke
with a start, since it sounded as if our tent was being unzipped. We
listened and heard someone stumbling about outside. That reminded both of
us that sex can take it’s toll on your bladder, and we needed to find some
relief too. We whispered to each other that we’d go when we heard our
neighbor return to their tent.
We were at the far end of our small clearing, and we heard sniffle as
someone approached. They walked by, rustling some bushes. A long silence
followed before we heard the faint, unmistakeable sound of earth being
dampened. Then it sounded again. A long silence. Charlene said that she
was getting to be uncomfortable, so I decided that I would peek out to see
if our neighbors were walking back quietly. Nothing. I slowly unzipped the
tent, being very quiet, then poked my head out. Nothing. We took a small
penlight and went downwind towards where we’d heard the others go. There
was a small trench near a tree, showing dampness. Charlene went first,
using her strong legs, she squatted and began to relieve herself. I waited
and looked around, wondering how I could have missed our neighbors
returning to their tent. I took my turn. As I stood there, Charlene came
around alongside me. Wordlessly she put her hand around my limp cock and
told me to go ahead. Kinky, but why not? I began urinating while she
held me. Charlene had found a new toy, and she moved it experimentally, to
see if it really did act like a hose. When I was done, I wrapped my hand
around hers and squeezed out the last drops, then shook it gently.
Charlene finally let go, and as we moved away, she kissed me with very
great passion.
As we returned, we heard a small noise and stopped. We listened
again, straining our ears in the darkness. Then we heard a gasp followed
by a short, soft moan. We slowly crept up the narrow trail towards the
campground, listening intently. Just steps from the end of the trail we
heard it again and peered through some bush next to the trail.
There was a very small clear area, and with the light of a quarter
moon, we could see a female figure standing with her legs spread wide and
cupping her tits. Below her, another figure sat, facing the trail, legs
spread, head back and between the girl’s legs. The second figure was also
female! The two girls who were sharing a tent were standing naked in the
night, and one was sucking the other’s pussy. I began to get hard right
away. Charlene’s hand found my cock through my thin nylon shorts, and she
began to stroke it, using her other hand on her own pussy. The standing
girl was rocking her hips in a manner that showed she was very hot, and
the girl sitting down was fingering her own pussy frantically. Soft
sucking noises occaisionally could be heard too. Charlene made a soft
snicker, then knelt to begin sucking me. My view was partially obscured
by the brush, but I could clearly see that these girls were really into
it. Charlene began rubbing my cock against her cheek, then her tits. I
looked down and smiled, then put my finger to my lips.
I motioned Charlene to cup her tits and when she did, I began jerking
my cock. Charlene smiled broadly and licked her lips. I looked at her,
then the two lesbians, then back at Charlene. Charlene licked the head of
my cock, then raised her t-shirt around her neck and pressed her right
nipple against my pounding fist. She made some faces to indicate that she
was turned on by this, and that she was waiting for me to cum.
She didn’t have to wait long. The standing girl gasped and began to
shudder, her friend holding her hips in place. The girl came, but her
friend didn’t stop, and quickly the girl began to cum again. This time she
grabbed her tits hard and moaned in a high pitched tone. I was throughly
aroused, and jerking myself hard. I looked down at Charlene and saw that
she was looking through the bushes too, still cupping her tits. A fast
rush hit me, and my sperm flew out, spashing against Charlene’s cheek. She
turned her head as it hit, forming a line from her cheek down and over her
upper lip. She sat up, offering her tits, and I gushed again, spewing out
thick streams all over her lovely full tits. Charlene took the head in
her mouth and sucked hard, pulling the last spurts and few drops from my
cock and drinking them.
Charlene licked my cock playfully and I stood there with my eyes
closed, breathing hard. A rustle in the bushes indicated that the two
girls were getting ready to leave. Charlene and I stepped quietly behind
a bush and waited. I was getting hard again watching Charlene rub my cum
all over her firm tits and down her belly. The two girls walked off, and
I heard Charlene inhale sharply — neither of them had even brought any
clothes out with them!! Watching their shapely figures disappear into the
darkness was very erotic indeed.
We waited a few moments and then headed back to our tent. I led,
using the penlight by flicking it on momentarily now and then. As we got
closer to the campsite we could hear hushed voices ahead, and other noises
beyond that. I looked up, not being able to see much, and saw two dimly
lit figures sitting by the embers of the fire, talking quietly. Charlene
came up and we went around a bush.
Warm and very soft. That was my first impression when my hand found
the brunette’s naked behind. She started with a gasp, a quiet on
fortunately.
“Shh!” I said in a tiny whisper. “It’s okay. We know.”
We couldn’t see their expressions too well, except for four wide eyes
in the darkness. The pale moon made them faint ghostly fantasy images,
soft curves, naked, and inviting. But I realized their problem at once.
Impulses have their drawbacks, and now they couldn’t just walk right past
the couple by the fire wearing only a smile.
Charlene moved forward and whispered so quietly that I had trouble
hearing what she said. Once the words sank in, I was pretty well
dumbstruck. Charlene had invited them to come into our tent, since it was
closest, open, and the door faced the right way for secrecy. With little
else going for them, they agreed. I found myself somewhat embarrassed by
the tent my prick was making out of the thin nylon shorts I wore, but they
were busy tip-toeing into our tent. Once inside, I began zipping up the
door, painfully aware of the abundance of female nudity so close by. More
to the point, I could smell their fragrances from their earlier fun. I
tried to be quiet with the zipper, getting both the door and screen into
place after about a full minute. Then I turned around.
Maureen, the brunette sat on the sleeping bags Indian-style, and
Laura, the blonde, knelt further to my right. To my left was Charlene,
and she patted the bag between her and Maureen for me to sit. I slid down
on the bags, half reclining on my elbows.
“Might as well wait for a while.” I whispered. Charlene put her hand
on my hip and leaned over to the girls. My vantage point had me nearly
even with Maureen’s dark nippled breasts.
“I’m Charlene.” She said. Short, quiet introductions were made, and
the girls seemed very embarrassed. At least Laura kept trying to cover
her tits with crossed arms. Maureen showed no such false modesty, but she
sat there with her hands tightly clasped in her lap. With four of us in
the short tent, it began to heat up quickly. Charlene pulled her t-shirt
over her head, letting her tits wobble free.
Light in the tent was sparse, but enough filtered through the nylon
fabric that you could see shapes and outlines. Especially fair skin. She
rolled onto her back, curling her legs, and slipped her shorts off,
tossing them aside casually.
“Don’t be rude.” Charlene giggled quietly as she pulled my tank top
off. She tossed my shirt over her shoulder, and then began on my shorts.
There was, of course, a flag pole inside, something not lost on Maureen or
Laura. Charlene got my shorts off and tossed them next to hers. Her hand
naturally strayed to my erection. In the darkness her hand was hard to
see, but obvious by the way my cock moved.
Laura moved closer to my side, right next to Maureen. They both were
looking down at me when Charlene reached over my chest and touched
Maureen’s leg. I waited, then Charlene brought Maureen’s hand to my cock,
letting her wrap her hand around me. I throbbed in her hand, feeling a
new, strange touch. Maureen’s other hand caressed my chest. I looked
over at Charlene, reaching up to squeeze her left nipple gently.
I peered at Maureen’s tits and saw that Laura was fondling one while
tugging on her own smaller tits. Charlene bent down and sucked my cock,
all the way down to Maureen’s hand. Maureen kept up a slow pumping action
for several minutes. Laura moved onto her knees, fingering herself with
more abandon as she felt Maureen’s body over.
Charlene sat up and leaned over me to whisper into Laura’s ear. I
heard a soft sigh, one that means pleasure. Laura whispered to Maureen,
and I didn’t even catch a single word. Charlene leaned over me, thrust
her chest out and I watched as Maureen leaned over and licked between my
girlfriend’s tits. After several licks, Maureen sat back and smacked her
lips several times, obviously tasting my cum. Laura leaned over and did
the same, only she took one of Charlene’s nipples in her mouth and sucked.
Laura sucked hard enough to make a suckling noise briefly, then her hand
slid between Charlene’s legs, making her moan softly. Charlene and Laura
kissed long and passionately, their heads twisting back and forth as their
tongues danced.
Maureen squeezed me each time I throbbed in her hand, getting turned
on, as I was, by watching Charlene and Laura. Charlene and Laura broke it
off, and Laura moved into position, guided by Charlene. We all moved, all
according to Charlene’s plan. I lay across the tent, with Laura laying
between my legs. Charlene moved Maureen onto my cock, facing Laura, and
Charlene sat on my face, her sopping wet cunt filling my nostrils with her
steamy fragrance.
Maureen was very tight, but also soaking wet. Her twat fit me like a
tight glove. She worked her slippery snatch back and forth until she had
taken me fully inside her. Each stroke caused Maureen to tremble, so near
her orgasm was she. I reached up and played with Charlene’s tits, then
found Maureen’s hips and ass. I explored her succulent flesh, finding
Charlene’s hands already on her tits as she leaned back.
Laura’s hair tickled my balls, and I could feel her licking my cock
and her mouth working on Maureen’s cunt. I didn’t know if I would die
from all this womanly love, nor did I care! Charlene’s pussy is delicious
any time, but right now it was nectar of the Gods!
Laura didn’t neglect me, well not too much. Her tongue licked my
balls, then up my cock to Maureen’s clit. Charlene was getting into it
too, rocking her cunt back and forth on my mouth, smearing her juices all
over my face. I worried that I would smother, or her rocking would break
my nose! Sweat began to trickle down my body, especially where skin met
skin, which was most everywhere.
Maureen moved up and down on my shaft, and I prayed that I had at
least one more load of cum to give. Her movements became more urgent,
more violent, her ass slamming down against my hips with a wet “smack!”.
I could hear her tits slapping together too, even through the squishing
sounds Charlene’s cunt made in my face. No telling what that couple
outside must think! Maureen’s cunt clamped down on my cock, gripping me
tight enough that as she moved upwards she pulled the skin up too. It felt
like she was sucking my cock right up her cunt!! Maureen grabbed her tits
(so Charlene said), and leaned back into Charlene, spasming. I could feel
Laura’s tongue licking, making her friend’s cunt contract around me. Soft
sighs came from Maureen as she came, gasped for breath, then came again.
Thankfully, Charlene moved off my face, allowing me some cool air. My
soaked face felt cool and sticky with her cum-juices, and I licked some
from my moustache. Maureen sat up and moved off of me, then surprised me
by kissing me on the mouth. Her wide, sexy mouth covered mine, and her
tongue jumped into my mouth, dancing about, then licking Charlene’s love
juice off my lips. While this was going on, a mouth enveloped my cock. I
must have died and gone to Heaven!!
Moments later I felt legs on either side of me and then my cock was
sliding easily into a hot, slippery twat. Maureen sat up and I saw the
light hair of Laura over me, her smallish breasts looking so firm in the
dim light. Her pussy wasn’t as tight as Maureen’s, but it was still tight
enough. Laura sat on me fully, rocking her hips back and forth and making
a low, gurgling growl. She leaned forward and kissed me, and I could
taste Maureen’s cunt on her lips. Hands slid between us, playing with our
nipples, squeezing her tits, feeling our sweaty bodies. Laura sat back
up and rode me, rocking her hips faster and faster.
Charlene removed her hand from between her legs and held it to
Laura’s mouth. Laura licked her cream-covered fingers like miniature
cocks, then Maureen did the same thing. Both Maureen and Charlene sucked
on Laura’s tits, making her cunt squeeze me tighter. The steamy heat in
our tent made all of us sweat, and I could see tits, asses, hips, arms,
waists, legs and stomachs glistening in the faint light.
Charlene laid down next to me, her legs flung wide. Laura held one
leg, caressing it from the knee towards Charlene’s crotch. Maureen knelt
and bent over, sucking and licking the exposed cuntlips, flicking her clit
for her. I could see Charlene’s tits wobble as she rode her wave towards
orgasm, knowing that she could get loud didn’t make me feel any better.
Well, actually it did. It added some thrill to it, and I could feel
my cum welling up inside me. I knew I wanted to shoot it deep inside of
Laura’s hot slit, shoot my cum until it gushed out of her cunt and down
her legs. She felt that too, slamming her twat down on my rigid shaft,
trying to cram me up her cunt. I could see Charlene’s hips rocking in a
tell-tale rhythm, and my resolve burst through. My cock swelled inside
Laura, making her gasp and grind her slippery cunt against me. I grabbed
her ass, pulling her forward and cupping her cheeks. My hips moved in a
blur, pounding her cunt hard and fast.
“Yes!” Charlene whispered harshly. “Cum in her. Fuck her hard. Cum!”
Laura’s body met mine with a rapid fire “Smack-Smack-Smack-Smack-
Smack-Smack!” Our lusts went wild, her hand guiding my index finger to
her butt, pushing it into her pulsing asshole. I ground my cock into her,
feeling my prick through her ass. Laura slammed down with long, hard
strokes, a breathless “Hohhhh!” coming out each time. Her asshole pulsed
and spasmed with her cunt, sucking the sperm up my shaft.
“Ohhungghmmmm!” We moaned in unison, as my cum burst forth into her
dripping snatch. Each pulse of my cock made her cringe, then contract
around me. It was an infinite cycle.
Squeeze.
Gussssh.
Pulse.
Squirt.
Quiver.
Spurt.
Squeeze.
Gussssh.
Laura began covering my face and chest with quick kisses, even
sucking on my nipples briefly. Our arms were around each other, her
breasts crushed against my chest, her lips locked over my mouth when we
felt hands between our legs.
Both Maureen and Charlene were spreading our juices over Laura’s
butt, and my finger was still half buried in her ass. As I pulled my
finger our, Laura squeezed again, getting the last dribble out of my cock.
I watched in lusty amazement as Charlene pushed her face between Laura’s
legs and lapped at her cum-filled twat, then pushed her off of me and onto
her back. Charlene spread the girl’s legs wide, leaning over my legs to
suck her Laura’s still twitching slit. Charlene’s head moved rapidly, and
I could hear her making wet sucking noises as she sucked my cum from the
blonde. Behind Charlene, Maureen had four fingers in Charlene’s snatch,
pumping her dripping hole noisily. I reached under Maureen and pushed two
fingers into her, using my thumb over her clit.
Laura came again, this time wrapping her legs around Charlene’s head,
pulling her face tight against that delicious cunt. Charlene suddenly
stretched out, lying on top of me and orgasming to Maureen’s fingers.
Maureen came moments later, her juices soaking my hand.
Charlene sat up, her face soaked in sperm and cunt-juice. Laura
kissed her first, then Maureen. All three of them kissed and licked each
other for a long while. Finally, Charlene put her head on my cock,
licking around my balls lazily. Laura put her head on my arm, and Maureen
put hers on my chest. Our lusts saited for now, we relaxed and dozed a
bit.
The zipper on a tent woke us, like one had some aeons ago. Charlene
peeked and at the second sound of the zipper, gave the okay signal. Both
the girls kissed us in silence, hands touching sensitive places as a
silent thank you. Both Charlene and I returned the touches quickly. The
nude girls scampered out, with Laura pausing on all fours to show me her
ass and cunt one last time. I reached out and ran my fingers between her
cuntlips before she crawled out, turning to smile. As they trotted off,
Charlene licked my fingers then kissed me hard. We zipped up the tent,
and kissed until fatigue overtook us.
The next morning we dressed and headed down to the stream early to
clean up. Both of us were covered with the fragrances of late night sex.
Cold water does a lot to wake you up, even if it’s just a washcloth and
soapy water. We had found a fairly private area so Charlene could strip
down and wash her tits, ass and cunt. I stripped and washed my cock and
balls. We had finished and dressed when Maureen and Laura showed up. We
could now sense that our bath had been a good idea. Both the girls reeked
of sweat, cum, and cunts. We stood guard for them while they stripped and
washed, then we all returned to the camp for breakfast.
I’m glad I discovered camping. It certainly can make you some very
interesting new friends!!

Bus Stop Blowjob

Administrator — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 15:23:51 +0000

I hadn’t been sitting at the bus stop long when a rather rough and muscular
man with a beard and plaid work shirt and jeans sat down next to me. It was
just beginning to get dark. The long shadows had disappeared, and the weak
light of a closed auto parts store accross the street cast a moonlike glow
over the nearby trees and shrubbery. I nervously pulled my purse nearer,
looking down.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Barbara,” I replied, my eyes glancing up at him and then back down to my
hands. His eyes had met mine for only an instant, but I could tell his gaze
had returned to examining my breasts under my red cardigan sweater. I suddenly
felt totally nude.
Reaching into my purse, I removed several Hershey’s Kisses, unwrapped one
and put it into my mouth. It was soft and sticky from the day’s heat.
“Have some,” I said, handing him two of the chocolates. As he unwrapped
one, I licked the chocolate from my fingers, looking into his eyes with my
eyebrows raised. His eyes met mine again with a smile.
“Your hands are a mess,” I said, and reached for his hand. One by one, I
placed his fingers in my mouth, first sucking and then licking away all traces
of the chocolate with my tongue. Without releasing his hand I stood, took my
purse, and led him around the bus stop bench. There was a school athletic
field here, and a tiny building for athletic equipment squeezed the loose
hedges and trees into an iron fence. In a moment we were in the
shrubbery between the fence and building.
His hands reached for me roughly, brushing the underside of my breasts, but
I placed my hands on his shoulders and pressed him unprotesting against the
wall. His eyes widened. Kneeling then, I unzipped his jeans and pulled them
and his briefs down in a single stroke. His cock swung slowly before my eyes;
I could feel its warmth radiating onto my face. Gently I cradled it in my
hands, lifting it to my mouth. I moved my tongue slowly around the tip and
then slid it in. It grew pulsatingly larger every second. Placing my hands
on his hips, I moved them around to his buns and held the loose flesh there,
moving his cock in and out. A groan escaped his lips and he placed his hand
on the nape of my neck, slowly stroking my long yellow hair from the
underside.
The pressure from his hand increased suddenly, his cock filling my throat.
His come filled my mouth, and the spasms from his groin pulsated from my head
down my spine. Swallowing, I stood and smiled at him briefly. A sound from
the street heralded the arrival of the bus. “Bye bye,” I said, slipping out
of the hedges quickly. “Barbara!” he called. I said nothing, leaving him
there frantically dressing himself.
As I stepped onto the platform of the bus, I could hear “What’s your phone
number?” faintly over the roar of the bus’ engines. Not looking back, the
doors closed behind me and the bus lurched into the deepening night.

Laundry Sex Story

Administrator — Sat, 04 Aug 2007 19:49:38 +0000

I had just finished toiling over my dirty clothes at the laundromat, and had
piled my stuff together to take home. I live only a few blocks away, and
usually walk when it is as nice outside as it was last night.

I must have looked like I was overloaded, carrying my laundry, because a
car pulled over next to me. “Do you want a ride?” said the girl behind
the seat of the purple VW Bug. Well, who am I to say no, right? So I
got in her car. “Thanks,” I said, not thinking of much else appropriate
at the time. She said, “I’m Andrea–where are we going?”

I gave her my address and of course within moments we had arrived. Andrea
asked if she could help carry anything. Well, it seemed to me like she
was already carrying herself really well. Pretty face, sandy blond hair,
a white t-shirt and denim mini-skirt, she looked pretty nice. But, who am
I to say no, right? So she carried a few of my shirts.

Walking up the stairs, I could have sworn I didn’t see any panties under-
neath her skirt, not that I was looking or anything. Hmmmm……

Well, we got into my apartment and she set my stuff down. “There you go.”

Not thinking of much else to say at the moment, but wanting to leave things
open, I said, “Thanks. What can I do to thank you?”

Well, if her nipples swelling under her t-shirt weren’t enough of a give-
away, she said, “I’m sure you can think of something.” And with that her
eyes made their way down to my crotch. This having been laundry night,
I was just wearing a t-shirt and running shorts….shorts that by now weren’t
doing a very good job of concealing a hard-on.

As her eyes returned to mine, she suddenly embraced me with a passionate
kiss. As her tounge probed my mouth, I thought again, well, who am I to say
no, right? This might be fun. And I return the thought with as much
enthusiasm as I could muster.

As my hands wandered her body, I discovered quickly that my earlier
observation had been correct–no underwear of any form. This girl had
obviously had something in mind when she stopped her car. Fine with me.

Soon I had removed what clothes she was wearing, and stopped to admire her
36C breasts with huge nipples. The rest of her body was mighty nice, too.
I really wanted to suck her breasts, but she stopped me to remove my clothes
first. Well, that didn’t take long either. And so there I was, standing
in my apartment totally naked with a girl I had met just 10 minutes before.

She was obviously studying my body, too. “Jewish, huh?” she asked, my
circumsized cock being probably the last clue anyone needs to figure that
out about me. “Yup.”

Andrea replied, “Well, I hope my pussy is kosher, then!” With that, she
dragged me to the bed, and motioned for me to lay down. Who am I to
say no?

She immediately mounted my face with her lucious pussy. I eagerly started
to suck on her clitoris and anything else my tounge could reach. I lifted
my hands up to feel her breasts, and they were as nice as I thought. Very
perky. Andrea started moaning, and started rubbing her clit as I ate her
pussy. But as hot as I was, I wanted equal treatment. “Eat me” I
commanded. So Andrea flipped around into 69 position, and immediately
engulfed my six inches. Nobody had ever deep throated me like she was
doing before, and it certainly was a turn-on for both of us. I worried for
a second that my slimy neighbor would hear our moans of passion and call the
cops. But thoughts of the beautiful love box on my mouth brought me back
to the more important reality of the situation.

Soon Andrea’s moans got louder, and I knew it was time. With two words, she
verified my thoughts: “Fuck me!” Fine with me

I got a condom out of my drawer (“Ribbed for her pleasure”), and quickly
rolled it on. A few last laps at her snatch, and I was ready. She got
back on the bed, and I teased her for a few seconds by not quite entering
her. This got me a few moans, and the next time I started in I was forced
from behind. This got a few moans from _both of us_.

I thrusted deeply and quickly, and soon Andrea was obviously nearing orgasm.
I started to nibble her ear, and this sent her over. Her moans were almost
screams, and I was sure everyone else in the building could hear us now.
Boy, was I going to get some looks! And almost as quickly as her first
orgasm subsided, she seemed to be building another. It was time for me as
well, though Andrea’s second seemed to be more important to her at the
moment, the way her nails were digging into my back. And as she finished,
she commanded “Now”, so I did. And suddenly, with one last thrust, it
was over.

After a few minutes of recovery, Andrea got up and put on what clothes
she had with her. She wrote down her phone number, and said, “Next time
you do laundry, give me a call!”

Sex Party Virgin

Administrator — Sun, 29 Jul 2007 12:46:47 +0000

The evening was not going well and Cheryl knew it. Only eighteen,
she had almost passed out when a college junion had asked her here.
Telling her mother and father that she was going to a girlfriends house
for the night, she met her date, Billy, at a convenience store near her
home. Just getting in the car made her feel much older than her years.
Now, several hours later, sitting on a couch in a crowded
fraternity house, she was feeling like eighteen again. A bunch of guys
had made a big fuss over her when she first arrived but quickly turned
their attentions to girls who were much older than she. While she had
danced a couple dances, even her own date seemed to have abandoned her.
She hadn’t seen him in over 45 minutes. And, after the several drinks
she had been given and the joints she had been offered, she was feeling
a bit high and drowsy. At this point, all she wanted to do was head
for home.
As the party droned on, Cheryl found it harder and harder to
concentrate on what was going on. All of the conversations seemed to
merge into one and the music seemed to enter into a slow motion mode.
She closed her eyes and leaned back against the couch, quickly falling
asleep.
She woke with a start to find that the blaring music had been
quieted down and that the crowd had thinned considerably. Soft music
was gently playing in the background and the bright lights had been
dimmed to mild shadows. As her eyes adjusted, she realized that a
couple had joined her on the couch. Glancing to her left, she saw the
two locked in a deep kiss. Cheryl saw that the girls hand was on the
guys crotch and was slowly rubbing it.
Looking away, Cheryl felt flushed and hoped that the couple hadn’t
noticed her staring. Across the room, she saw a girl laying on the
floor between two guys. The girls sweater had been pushed up and one
of the guys was playing with and sucking on her bare breasts. The
other guy lay kissing the girl with his hand resting between her legs.
In fact, everywhere she looked, there were people making out.
From the hallway she heard the sound of a girl moaning softly and,
though dark, she could make out an outline of a couple making love.
Suddenly, out of no where, her date appeared. Billy sat down hard
next to her and the couple next to them on the couch adjusted a bit to
their left. Cheryl glanced over and saw that the girls head had made
its way down and had replaced her hand at the guys crotch. She stared
as she realized that the girl had the guys cock in her mouth and was
slowly sucking up and down on it.
“So, what’s doin’,” Billy asked her quietly.
The sound of his voice made her jump.
“Nothing, I guess I fell asleep,” Cheryl replied.
“I’ll say, you were out for about an hour. You OK?” he asked.
“I think so.”
Billy leaned over and kissed her softly on the cheek. Cheryl felt
herself flush and, in spite of herself, getting excited.
“What ya want ta do?” Billy asked.
“I don’t know,” Cheryl replied, answering honestly. She had only
ever kissed a boy once before and that boy was as nervous as she was.
She had heard girlfriends talk about going all the way and about sex
but had figured most of them were lying about it. Anyway, Billy was a
nice guy and she figured he wouldn’t press her for something she didn’t
want to do. She felt Billy’s arm wrap around her shoulder and pull her
closer to him.
Cheryl again felt Billy reach to kiss her only this time he pulled
her closer to him. As she tried to relax, she felt his tongue press
against her lips.
“Relax,” he whispered softly, “Just relax and let yourself go
some.”
Cheryl let her lips part a bit and felt Billy’s tongue enter her
mouth. A combination of the pot, the drinks, and being overly tired
played against Cheryl’s ability to resist. Besides, she was enjoying
all of this too much to stop.
As they sat there kissing, Cheryl felt Billy’s hand slide up her
blouse and cup a breast through the material. No one had ever touched
her like that before and she felt a low, soft moan escape her lips.
Billy took that as permission to go on.
Billy slowly pulled away from her and leisurely began to unbutton
her blouse from the top. Cheryl leaned forward and grabbed his hands,
stopping him, but Billy gently released himself from her grip and
continued until her blouse hung softly open.
Cheryl tensed as she felt Billy reach behind her and fumble with
the hooks of her bra. Again she leaned forward and tried to stop him,
this time by trying to divert his attention with a kiss. Billy kissed
her back, again thrusting his tongue into her mouth, but continued to
work on the hooks.
Cheryl felt a sudden relaxation of material as the bra hooks
snapped open. Pulling away from her slightly, Billy lifted the bra
cups above Cheryl’s breasts. Cheryl felt a shiver as Billy leaned
forward and took a small nipple into his mouth. She looked around the
room, sure that everyone there was staring at her. To her surprise, no
one even noticed. In fact, everyone seemed to have progressed much
further than they had when she last noticed them.
The threesome on the floor in front of her had stripped completely
and the girl was straddling one of the guys while the other guy knelt
in front of her. In the shadows, Cheryl could see the outline of the
guy’s cock sliding in and out of the girl’s body at two locations.
Next to her, she saw that the girl was continuing to work on the
guy’s cock with her mouth as the guy slowly stroked her hair. She
could see the faint, shadowy outline of his cock slowly slide in and
out of the girls mouth.
Quickly, Cheryl’s attention was turned back to Billy. She felt
herself being pushed sideways towards the other couple on the couch as
Billy lowered his head to her chest. She could feel the warmth of the
boy’s body beside her and felt the girl’s hair tickle her bare neck as
the girl’s head bobbed up and down. Billy was gently sucking a nipple
shooting feelings through Cheryl’s body that she had never known
before. As she tried to relax she felt the other boy’s hand slowly
slide over her shoulder and come to rest on her bare breast, lightly
fingering the nipple.
If Billy noticed the other boy’s hand, he didn’t react. Instead,
Cheryl felt his hand high on her leg, slowly moving up her thigh until
it came to rest between her legs. There she felt Billy slowly start to
caress her through the course jean material.
Cheryl’s mind began to race. She wasn’t sure she was ready for
all of this but she really didn’t know how to go about stopping it.
The idea of having sex was both exciting and frightening, the idea of
doing what the girls she had seen doing, sucking on guy’s cocks with
their mouths, was terrifying. Her thoughts were interrupted when she
felt Billy grab her hand and urge her to the floor below. As she slid
from the couch, the other guy who had been feeling her breast gave it
one last firm squeeze, sending a chill of almost pleasant pain through
Cheryl’s body.
Cheryl began to lay down on the floor but Billy stopped her and
began to undo her belt. Cheryl thought to herself that this was going
to be it, if she let him do this, she would have let go of all control.
She allowed him to loosen her belt and unhook her jeans. Lifting
herself a bit, she felt Billy’s hands work the tight slacks down her
hips and off of her legs.
Now laying there clad only in her panties and loosened bra and
shirt, Cheryl felt herself wanting to cry and run out of the house.
But things had gone much to far for that, and she didn’t want anyone
there to think of her as only a child. She wanted Billy to like her
and, because she was terribly afraid that he wouldn’t if she didn’t go
along, she let him proceed.
Billy lay almost on top of her and began to kiss her, thrusting
his tongue deep inside of her mouth. She felt his hands roving over
her body, cupping and lightly squeezing her breasts, running across her
stomach and laying gently between her legs. Slowly she felt his head
leaving her face and, gingerly licking her neck, move down and again
take a nipple into his mouth. She felt her breasts grow sensitive
under his touch, again sending new and exciting feelings throughout her
body. But, this time, he did not stop there.
Pausing only for a few moments, he continued downward, letting his
tongue flow easily across her stomach. She felt every muscle in her
body tense as his tongue caressed her skin. As he reached her naval,
she felt his hand slide under the elastic of her cotton panties and
touch the crease of her leg, sending shivers through her entire body.
Again lifting up slightly she allowed him to push the thin material
over her hips and down her legs. He pushed them off her legs with one
of his own.
Again sliding slowly down, Cheryl felt Billy’s warm breath now
against her thighs. Closing her eyes she focused on the boy between
her legs and his soft kissing of her skin. Slowly she felt him move
his tongue up towards her pubic area and, in a move that almost caused
her to moan out, felt him touch her gently there with his tongue. She
lay her hands over his head and gently fingered through his hair.
Ever so slowly, Billy let his tongue probe through the light hair
that covered her mound. A slight dampness there and almost continuous
involuntary twitching on her part told him where to touch, lick and
kiss. The taste was more fresh than he had ever had before and, slowly
inserting a finger into her, he came to the realization that she was a
virgin.
More excited than ever, Billy left his place and quickly moved up to
again kiss her deeply on the lips. Cheryl tasted herself for the first
time.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Billy softly whispered
in her ear.
Cheryl shook her head, almost imperceptably.
“I’m going to make it nice for you kid. I’m going to show you
things you’ve never dreamed of.”
Cheryl smiled at him, not sure he even saw her face in this
darkness, then hugged him tighly against her.
“Isn’t there someplace we can go, someplace alone?” Cheryl asked
softly.
“This is OK. You’re among friends here. It’s all OK.”
“But,” the words were cut off in mid-sentence as Billy again was
kissing her.
Cheryl lay there holding him in her arms and wondered if this was
what love felt like. She thought to herself that he must really like
her to be doing all of this and the idea that here was a college junior
making all of this fuss over her was more of a turn on than anything he
had actually done.
Cheryl felt Billy again pull away from her slightly and expected
him to again let his mouth find her breasts. This time though, he
knelt up a bit and undid his belt. She lay back and watched as he
pulled his jeans down to his knees in one motion, then lay back and
kicked them completely off. She realized that his underwear had come
off as well. Taking Cheryl’s hand, Billy placed in on his already hard
cock.
“That’s it, yeah, that’s it. Soft, yeah, that’s it,” Billy
whispered.
Cheryl felt the hard member under her hand pulse as she held it
softly. She began to instinctively rub it slowly up and down in her
hand.
“Oh, baby, that’s it, yeah,” Cheryl heard Billy whisper.
Billy let his right arm slide under her neck and he urged her to
rest her head on his chest. Through the darkness she gazed down at the
thing she had in her hand. She had, of course, seen erect cocks on
animals before but had never seen one on a man.
Billy began caressing her hair, placing light downward pressure on
the back of her head. Cheryl knew from watching the other girls in the
room what he wanted her to do. Suddenly it didn’t seem quite so bad.
He had done that to her and it had felt great. Besides, she was now
positive that he really liked her and she certainly didn’t want to risk
losing him. She attempted to act like she had been in this position
before.
Slowly, and kissing Billy’s chest and then stomach, Cheryl let her
head slowly slide down towards his cock. When she reached what she
considered to be an adequate distance from it, she lay her head back
down on his lower stomach and continued to caress his cock with her
hand and lightly blow a cool stream of air across the head of it.
“Oh baby, yeah. That’s it, that’s it,” Billy half said and half
moaned. “Yeah, that’s it.”
Cheryl realized that he had spoken loud enough for everyone in the
room to hear but by now she really didn’t care. She slowly moved her
head forward and lightly kissed the tip of Billy’s cock. As she moved
back away from it, she licked her lips and tasted something salty on
them.
Billy now was pushing on the back of her head and she again moved
forward, again kissing the head of it, all the while stroking it with
her hand.
“God, baby, yes. Oh, God,” escaped Billy’s lips.
“This isn’t bad,” Cheryl thought to herself. In fact, she was
enjoying it, it made her feel much older than her fifteen years to have
a guy responding so readily to her touch.
“Take it in your mouth,” Billy whispered. “Suck on it.”
Cheryl let the head of it slowly slide between her lips and sucked
in lightly. The salty taste was stronger now but Cheryl found it
somehow pleasant. She felt Billy strain his hips upward and let him
move his cock into her mouth. As he relaxed downward, she went with
him, letting her tongue slide against the side. She felt involuntary
spasms in it.
The two adopted a slow, steady rhythm as Billy moved his hips up
and then down, letting his cock slide slowly in and out of the
teenager’s mouth. After several minutes, Cheryl felt him gently pull
her head back towards him, carefully easing her onto her back.
Billy rolled on top of her and Cheryl came to a full realization
what was about to occur. Billy kissed her hard on the lips and
positioned his body between her legs. She felt the hard head of his
cock against her blocked opening and felt Billy slowly begin to exert
pressure against her.
As the head slowly entered her, she felt a twinge of pain. As she
jerked a little, Billy stopped and pulled out.
“It’s OK, baby, it’s all OK,” he whispered. “Just relax and go
with it, it’ll be OK.”
“I’m OK,” Cheryl whispered up at him.
Again, Cheryl felt Billy pressing himself against her again she
felt a twinge of pain as the head entered her. When she tensed up this
time, Billy did not stop, instead continuing to push harder into her.
Suddenly, there was an intense hurt that made her gasp out loud and
Billy lay against her, half in and half out of her.
Laying still until he felt her relax a little, Billy slowly began
moving in and out of her, gently at first and not pressing any further
into her. She was not the first virgin he had broken in but she was
certainly the most exciting. He leaned down and gently kissed into her
ear. Cheryl felt chills run through her body.
Cautiously, Billy let each downward thrust move further and
further into Cheryl’s body. After only a few more strokes, he could
feel the base of his cock pressing against her pelvis. There he stayed,
grinding slowly against her. He could feel the young girl’s sweat pour
off of her as she lay there moaning under him.
The pain had long since gone for Cheryl and she accustomed herself
to the organ that had violated her. All thoughts other than the boy on
top of her and her own feelings were blocked out as she lay there with
her eyes closed. She felt Billy start to move in and out of her more
easily now and sensed something of an urgency in his movements. She
found herself aware of the sounds that were coming from her own body,
the low moans of pleasure as Billy picked up his pace of movement.
Suddenly and, without warning to Cheryl, Billy pulled out from
inside of her and came to his knees. With that, Cheryl opened her eyes
to see several faces gazing down at her from above. Someone had turned
a hall light on and the illumination danced across her bare chest.
Billy had manuevered his way around to Cheryl’s head and was
positioned with his cock only inches from her head. Cherly gazed at
it, seeing it glisten with her own wetness. A sickening feeling came
over her as Billy rubbed the damp member across her face, letting it
come to rest on her lips. Cheryl glared around above her, there were
four sets of eyes looking down, but to her it seemed like the world was
watching.
“Take it in your mouth,” Billy almost whispered. “Go ahead, it’s
good for you.”
With that he gently slapped it against her lips.
“Go ahead hon, it tastes good,” Cheryl heard from a female voice
above her.
“Hey Billy, you mind?” one of the male voices questioned.
“Nah, go ahead,” Billy replied.
With that, Cheryl felt a new body lay down between her legs and,
before she could react, she felt a new erect cock pressing against, and
into her. With that, she found Billy pushing himself against her lips.
“Come on, open up.” There was a certain urgency in Billy’s voice.
Stunned, Cheryl parted her lips and allowed Billy to enter her mouth.
“Fuck, suck, fuck, suck, fuck, suck, fuck, suck”…..softly, starting
with one voice then progressing until all those standing above her had joined
in. Cheryl lay on her back staring up at the unknown faces gazing down at
her, Billy’s cock sliding in and out of her mouth with some other guy fucking
her roughly at the same time.
“Come, come, come, come, come”……the chant changed to. And with it,
Cheryl felt the man begin to screw her even harder. Each move again became
painful as he plunged faster and faster into her. The same was happening with
Billy, she continually had to move her head to the side to accomodate him.
Finally Billy tensed and grabbed her head, slamming his cock into her
throat. Gagging, Cheryl suddenly found her mouth full of a hot, gooey,
liquid, very salty and bitter. She felt herself starting to choke violently
but Billy held her head in place and continued to drive himself into her.
Almost at the same time, the guy fucking her quickly pulled himself from
her and began jerking his hand up and down his cock. Glancing down towards
him, Cheryl looked just in time to see his cock spurt it’s juices out towards
her. She felt the warm fluid spray up across her chest and stomach.
After only a few seconds, it was over. Cheryl lay there sobbing softly
as Billy pulled away from her and stood up. The guy who had been screwing her
a few moments before stood up and took the hand of another girl and was
walking away.
“My turn now….” was all Cheryl heard before closing her eyes tightly
and wishing it all away.

Solo Masturbation Story

Administrator — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 14:36:50 +0000

Jill attends Boston University and had been dating Eric for 3 months,
that is until yestrday when he broke up with her. He was seeing some other
chick on the side. Jill, a senior, and 21, had never had such good sex as
she had had with Eric. She already missed that part of their relationship.

Jill is a gorgeous 5′6” dirty bonde with medium length hair and a
perfect body. her legs are trim, yet quite toned and her ass was also a
magnificent sight. Jill has a pair of nice supple tits and a sexy belly
button. Let’s put it this way, Jill probably could have hooked up with
anyone she wanted too at BU. It’s a shame such girls are so picky! On
this Thursday afternoon, Jill had just finished her Biology lab and was
headded back to her dorm in the late afternoon cold- must have been 10
degrees. Her roommate, Jenn (another beauty), had already left for the
weekend to go to UCONN, where her boyfriend attends graduate school. Jill
was alone in the room and began to think of Eric and as she did, she felt a
slight tingling sensation between her legs. She turned on the TV and laid
her tired body on her bed to rest from the long day, when the phone rang.

“Hello, Jill said.
“Hey Jill. Randi, Heather and I are going to dinner, you commin’?” said
the voice on the other end. It was Jill’s friend Ellen.
“Jill thought for a second…”You know what, I think I’ll rest here for
now. I’m really tired, I had a long day in bio lab and I still have half a
pizza left from last night. I’ll just heat it up if I get hungry.” she
responded, and hung up. Jill wondered if her declining of the dinner
invitation was due more to the fact that she was tired, or because of the
increasing tingling between her legs. Jill rolled over and turned up the
heat in her cold room- then she fell asleep.

It was close to 6:30 when Jill woke up. It was dark outside and the
room was absolutely burning hot. Jill sat up on her bed and realized that
she was totally sweating. She decided to take a shower and change. As she
removed her clothes, she caught a glimpse of her lucious body in the full
length mirror. Jill stood in front of the mirror admiring her perfect body.
Slowly, her left hnd cupped her breast. Then she slid her right hand
down her belly to the top of her brown pubic hair. She instantly felt
sparks inside of her and reacheed out and locked the door. Standing there
in front of the mirror, Jill gently ran her fingers through her pubic hair.
She was teasing herself because this aching feeling inside her vagina had
begun and it was getting more intense with each passing moment. Jill felt
crotch getting more and more tense with sexual pleasure and she felt a wet
feeling in her cunt. Jill slowly moved her fingertips lower and loer until
she felt herself touching her full outer labia. She gently stroked them
and then pushed them apart to stroke her pink and wet inner lips. Jill
followed them up until her finger was resting on the hood of her clit. She
ever-so-gently tickedled her now growing clit until she felt her cunt cream
dripping down the inside of her left thigh. Jill’s head had tilted back
and her eyes were closed, but she moved to look in the mirror and sure
enough, her pussy was drooling down both inner thighs. She was in total
ecstacy with this feeling. Jill remembered that her best orgasms when
masturbating always came when she was lying on her back, so she stumbled
over to her bed, stopping on the way for her favorite vibrating dildo and
her roommate’s pillows.

Jill placed the pillows on her bed and lay down on her back, spread
eagled, totaly nude. She immediately carressed herself down to her hot,
wet cunt, and entered inside. She gently felt around wih one hand, while
playing with her left breast with the other. The sensations that Jill was
experiencing were unbelieveable. So much pleasure. Her twat was milking
her fingers and her clit was fully erect and begging for stimulation. Jill
obliged and gently frigged herself. As she did, she felt incredible
tension inside her crotch. It was so good. She had never felt such
incredible pleasure before. She was giving herself exactly what she
wanted. Her cunt was lubricating doubble-time and it was all gushing down
her crotch. Jill savored that wonderful sexy feeling of hot wetness beteen
her legs.

Jill’s back arched as she moved her clit in circles with her finger.
She felt the juice from her vagina oozing out and down her ass cheeks and
onto the silky soft pillows under her. She started breating harder and
harder and moving her sensitive clit faster and faster. Jill felt herself
getting closer and closer to an orgasm which was sure to be quite intense.
As she felt herself rising, she arched her pussy even more and began
bucking it into the air against her wickid finger. Sparks shot up Jill’s
spine as she felt herself coming to the brink of orgasm- that
unbelieveable point of incredible pleasure. Her whole body began to shiver
uncontrollably. She could feel her hard clit throbbing and pulsing with
each increasing heart beat. Her crotch was spasming hard and she darted
the fingers of her free hand deep into her cunt to feel the amazing
spasming and to relieve the pleasurable aching feeling that had begun deep
inside. It was unbelievably hot in there. Jill moaned louder and louder
with the inevitable orgasm and suddenly, her supple body tensed incredibly
hard. Jill let out a yelp, she had no control. Her pussy spasmed and she
went rigid with amazing pleasure. She cried out “Oh my god!!! and felt
herself convulsing. She shrieked as the release she felt was the most
incredible feeling she’d ever had. Jill’s orgasm was so intense that her
pussy actually squirted her hot juices out with each spasm. She was
cumming like a volcano! This beauty continued thrusting her fingers up her
twat as her shuddering continued for a good 30 seconds. She moaned over
and over. Jill just lay there for several minutes enjoying her sexiness
and the wet feeling between her legs. Her twat still belched forth its
lubrication and Jill loved feeling it ooze down her crotch.

When her body finally subsided, Jill thought to herself… “Hmmm. that
was nice.” She took a shower and dressed up to go out with her friends.

But that evening was going to be different. The girls had decided, over
dinner that they wanted to go to a male revue bar and watch the dancers.
Jill figured that this might make the girls horny and lead to a little
manage-a-quatre! It had happened before. but was Jill ready? She still
felt a little spent from her amazing mastubation session just 2 hours ago.

Me and 2 men

Administrator — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 11:52:46 +0000

I awoke late Friday morning around 11:30am to find the sunlight gently
radiating into my bedroom. The glow that illuminated the room inspired
me to have my morning coffee while sitting at my window seat on the
second floor. As I reclined against the pillows, I felt the rays of
sun bathe my naked body in a glorious warmth. I saw the pool man
arrive and I watched him unload the necessaries to service the pool.
His appearance left me breathless, he was exceptionally handsome and
masculine. Gary, my husband, had been out of town for a week and I was
very restless and starved for sex. Seeing the pool man made me crave
the endless hours of lovemaking that I was sure Gary and I would share
upon his return home.

I knew only that the pool mans name was Mike. His skin was bronzed by
the sun, his hair was shoulder length and pulled back into a ponytail.
It was the blackest of black that I had ever seen. He was built well,
his arms and legs were muscular and looked very powerful. The tight
tan shorts he wore framed a rounded, tight ass, and a bulge up front
that made me stir as I watched him lift and carry his supplies to the
side of the house.

He usually made it to our house on Mondays and Wednesdays. I was never
at home when he was here, so I’d never had an introduction.. Gary had
asked him to come on Friday this week because we were hosting a
business function in our home the next day, and would be entertaining
poolside.

I wanted to get a closer look at him, he was very arousing to me. I
decided the best way to get closer was to go on down to the pool and
take in some sun. I went to my armoire to retrieve my bikini. As I
was tying the top around my back, I tried to imagine what he would be
thinking when he saw me in the tiny suit. After I was suited up, I
went to my mirror to make adjustments for the maximum
benefit…visibility! My image was highlighted by the subtle shadows
of my nipples and my pubic hair that the white bikini would allow to
show through.

My breasts are c-cup, and very high on my chest. The straps of the
bikini pulled them even higher and made them even more full, my
cleavage was exposed and looked very provocative. I wondered outloud,
“why have I always been so intrigued with my cleavage,” as I turned
sideways to see my flattened belly and rounded ass. They composed
perfection against my strong, toned legs and thighs. I adjusted the
thong that ran down the center of my ass so that it was strategically
placed in the center of my vagina. The thong skillfully spread my
vaginal lips exposing their pinkness. My blonde pubic hair that was
exposed was beginning to glisten with the moistness that had begun to
seep from deep within me.

I wasn’t really interested in having sex with Mike, I just wanted to
watch him look at my body. I wanted to see him get a rise in those
tight little shorts as he took in my desirability. I liked it when I
could dress seductively inducing men to admire my physique. I enjoyed
wondering what they were thinking while they looked at me, fantasizing
about what they would do to me if they had the chance.

I descended the staircase and walked towards the sliding glass doors
that lead to the pool. The marbled floor was frigidly cold and it
brought my nipples to full attention. As I felt them become firm, I
said aloud, “More for Mike to enjoy!” With that, I slid the door open
and stepped out into the open. The noise of the door opening prompted
Mike to look around for the source. His eyes caught mine as I
gracefully continued my walk around the pool to the lounges.

“Hello Mike, I don’t believe that we have had the pleasure of a formal
introduction, I’m Heather, Gary’s wife.” I extended my hand as he was
visibly shaken by my appearance. “Hello, I’m glad to meet you, Gary
has spoken of you before but I never imagined that you would be quite
so beautiful.” Mike was looking deep into my eyes, and I felt the
energy begin to build between us. His grip on my hand was strong as I
asked if it would bother him if I sunned myself while he worked. “I
hope that it’s not an inconvenience for me to be down here while you
are cleaning the pool, I don’t want to be in the way, so I’ll just lie
quietly so as to not to disturb you.” “It’s no problem at all Heather,
I’m sure that I would enjoy your company.” His hand left mine as I
turned to go to the nearest lounge. I felt his eyes watching me walk,
so I put a subtle emphasis on the sway of my hips.

I made my way to the lounge that was the closest to him. I wanted to
have a good view of Mike, while allowing him to easily see me laying
out. I sat on the lounge with my feet still on the ground, I felt the
excitement begin to rush through my body. I decided to go all the way
with this whole thing, so I put my hands behind my back to pull loose
the strings of my bikini. I looked up at him as my top slid down to my
belly exposing my bare breasts. He was watching me, his eyes alive
with pleasure. I let my lips form a soft smile as I returned his
steady gaze. He quickly went back to his work.

I laid down on the lounger slipping my bikini bottoms off as I did. My
soft blonde pubic hair shimmered in the sunlight, as I felt the warmth
of the rays caress my entire body. Mike was still busily focusing his
attention on the work before him, I knew that he wanted to look at me,
and I gave him every available opportunity to do exactly that. “Mike,
I hate to ask you such a overtly stupid question, but will you please
hand me that bottle of oil beside the diving board?” He turned towards
me, and I watched him glorify in the vision of my bare pussy and
breasts. “Sure, I think that I can handle that!” Our gaze on each
other was firm as he turned towards the diving board. I watched his
ass as it swayed slightly with each pace he took and I felt myself
become very aroused. My nipples became rigidly hard as he approached
me with the bottle of oil in hand. “Oh thanks, I don’t usually make a
nuisance of myself, but I didn’t figure that you would mind.” Mike
just looked at me with a very sexy grin that encouraged me to start up
a more “interesting” conversation.

I took the oil from his hand and popped the top, “I hope that you don’t
mind me laying out in the nude while you work?” I poised the bottle
directly above my left breast and let it drip down to coat my already
hard nipple, he watched as the oil oozed across the topside of my
breasts. “Well I guess that you could say that I don’t get to enjoy
this kind of company everyday, I am certainly not going to tell you to
put your suit back on.” He reached towards my breasts and began to rub
the oil into my nipple area with moderate pressure. I let my eyes
close as I felt his fingers caress the very tips of my nipple. “I
would like to add more oil to you if you don’t mind, I love the way
your breast looks now, I can only imagine what your cunt looks like
with the oil.” I opened my eyes to find him staring straight at me
waiting for my reply. My eyes involuntarily closed as I handed him the
bottle. What I felt for the next fifteen minutes or so was absolutely
luxurious.

I again watched as he held the bottle above my other breast and let
even more oil run down onto it. He watched as the droplets intersected
with my skin and slid down to my chest. He then squeezed small puddles
of oil onto my belly, legs, and the top of my pussy. I felt the warm
oil run down the inside of my inner thighs and onto my asshole. He
began to massage my breasts and belly with his slickened hands as I
felt my body release my fluid onto my vaginal lips. He talked about
how wonderful my body was and how much he enjoyed touching it. I said
absolutely nothing. He began his decent to my lower body, slowly
rubbing the oil deeper into my skin. I felt his cock getting harder as
it was pressed against the side of my torso. He began moaning slightly
with each stroke of his hands.

I closed my eyes as he let two fingers slide onto the center of my
pussy, I watched him savor the taste of my sweet juices on his fingers
after he had felt that I was very hot. I let him massage the oil onto
my pussy as well as my upper thighs. I kept my eyes closed and
imagined that what it would feel like if his cock were inside of me and
we were making love. His fingers caressed in small circular motions
over my thighs, he would then trace lines up to the opening of my pussy
and massage my clit. My body was moving gently against his hand while
I sighed and moaned in pleasure. I opened my eyes to see him gazing
fondly between my legs, he watched as he increased the pressure on my
pussy. “I don’t think that I have ever seen a more beautiful body than
yours Heather, I want to make love to you.” His statement was almost
in question form. I wondered what he was thinking…he knew Gary was
my husband, and I didn’t know how to reply.

It surprised me when circumstances were set up so that I didn’t have to
reply. I looked up at my bedroom balcony to see Gary standing there in
his swim trunks. He had a very subtle smile on his face that I knew
well. It suddenly donned on me that he had been standing there
watching for quite awhile. “Well Mike, how are you doing on this fine
summer day?. Gary said as he waved to me and began to descend the
staircase leading to the pool. Mike jumped franticly, I’m sure he was
frightful of what might happen next. “Oh Gary…yes, I have finished
with the pool, I guess I’ll be getting on my way now.” Mike was
beginning to move away from my naked body as Gary was coming towards
me. “I don’t think that there is any reason for you to leave now, I
mean, after all, I’m not here to rain on anyones parade…especially my
wife’s!” Mike was dumfounded as he searched endlessly for a reply, it
seemed as if hours had gone by before he finally spoke out. “I take it
to mean that you don’t mind what I was doing?” Gary came closer too
the both of us.

He looked at me and smiled a glorious smile, then turned to Mike,
“Michael, I don’t prohibit any man from enjoying Heather’s body, I
simply like to be there when it comes time for her to be fucked. “You
see Mike, Heather nor I believe in going outside of our marriage for
sexual intercourse, but I believe full well in letting others watch and
participate, to a point, while we do.” Mike seemed quite relieved as
he started back towards Gary and I, “I’m glad to know that, Heather is
a beautiful woman and I would consider it a pleasure if I could see her
get a bang from you!”

Gary reached down and pulled at one of my nipples, I let my head fall
back and arched my back so that he could show Gary how valid his words
were. Gary pulled his trunks off, his cock was already firm with
anticipation. He swung a leg over the chair and me so that his crotch
was right in front of my mouth. I leaned to the side to see Mike
watching closely. I smiled generously at him and returned my focus to
Gary.

I took his cock in my hand and lead it to my mouth. Starting at the
top, I licked all the way to his balls, increasing the pressure as I
went along. Gary’s eyes were closed as he began to push deeper into my
throat. Mike came around to our side so that he could get a better
view of all that what was going on. I was soaking Gary with my saliva
as he plunged deeper into me. He had taught me years earlier that I
have to relax when I performed fellatio, I was quite inexperienced
sexually when we first met. His exact instructions ran over and over
in my mind just as they always did. I always wanted to do everything I
could to please him. I had to curl my tongue to cover as much area of
his dick as I could, and when I felt ready, I should begin the suction
from the deepest possible point of my mouth. I also liked it when he
would pump my mouth just as he would my cunt. He would begin short
strokes, only allowing the tip of his head to enter my mouth, then
pushing deeper into my throat while I sucked him for all that he was
worth. I had to acquire a taste for his come, but before long I was
draining every drop from him, and enjoying it every bit as much as only
a true a connoisseur could.

Mike had his shorts dropped to his ankles, he was playing with his
balls with one hand and pulling at his nipple with his other. I
motioned for him to come in closer to Gary and me. Gary watched me as
I removed my mouth from him and began to lick Mikes cock with the tip
of my tongue. Mike put both hands on his nipples, he outstretched them
and started to twist and pull them. He was looking down at my mouth,
his eyes partially closed, as I took him into my throat.

“Oh Heather, I can tell that you like to suck dick, I knew that those
luscious lips were created with exactly that in mind.” Mike was
pumping deep into my mouth, I was sucking him harder with each stroke.
Gary began to move down towards my pussy, I could feel the wetness that
had built from our encounter. I knew that I was close to orgasm but I
wanted to wait until they could join me.

Gary spoke with a soft voice. “I hope honey, that you are enjoying
yourself, Mike seems to be doing wonderfully. While he is filling that
precious throat, I think I’ll put something in your box!” Gary asked
Mike to hold off for a moment as he helped me off the lounger. I knew
what was coming next and I couldn’t wait. I felt my legs tremble as I
stood to wait for Gary’s instructions. “Why don’t you get down on all
fours so that Mike and I will be able to take better care of you.” I
bent over and rested my body on my hand and knees. My ass was arched
high in the air so that both Gary and Mike could see the juices
dripping down my inner thighs.

Mike came up in front of me and also got down on his knees. “I like to
see you like this Heather, it makes it more pleasurable when I can see
your face while my dick is in your mouth.” With that I licked my lips
and opened my mouth wide for him to enter me. Gary was behind me
rubbing his cock against my pussy lips as I started sucking Mikes cock
with great strength. “Heather, your so wet, that makes me know for
sure that you like getting it from both ends!” I felt as if I were
about to explode, my legs were trembling with glory and I didn’t know
how much longer I could hang on.

Gary slid his rigid cock up into my tight cunt and began pumping only
the head. He knew that I liked to be teased, and he loved to keep me
on edge as to what was going to happen next. I was in total ecstasy,
Gary was pumping deeper and deeper into me and Mike was frivolously
fucking my throat. I had been involved with things of the like but
never had I experienced such a total release. Knowing that Gary had
been watching Mike and I playing increased my pleasure ten-fold.

Mike began to fuck my mouth with a fervor that wouldn’t stop, he was
pushing into me just like he would a pussy. “Oh Heather, I am going to
cum in your mouth…I want you to swallow all of it!” His voice was
shaky and broken. Gary chimed in as he grabbed the sides of my ass and
pulled me harder and harder onto him. “I hope that your ready to go
Mike, I’m fixing to blow my top too!” They both were giving it to me
with a force I had never experienced. I looked up at Mike, his eyes
were closed tightly as I felt his pressure increase.

I felt my pussy swell and tighten as I tried to hold off just a little
longer, but it was no use. I let out a low, deep moan as I felt my cum
gush and coat Gary’s cock. They both followed my lead and pumped
ferevishly…intensifying their plunges with every stroke. Gary’s
juices rushed forward into me and then began to flow back out onto the
ground, while coating both our legs. Mike’s juices shot out and
torpedoed the back of my throat. I couldn’t hold all of it and so it
seeped out and down the sides of my mouth. They both slowed their
motions to release all of their fluid into my pussy and mouth. I
tightened my suction on Mike’s cock, and my muscles contracted on Gary
so that I drained every last drop from them both.

They both pulled out and together they pulled me to my feet. My whole
body was shaky from the experience, so my balance wasn’t what it
usually was. Both Mike and Gary embraced me from their respective
sides…they held me for a moment. Gary broke the silence, “Mike,
after the party tomorrow we’ll probably need another cleaning…why
don’t you come by around 8pm?” Mike simply nodded in agreement. I
looked straight at him winked, and kissed him on the cheek. “See ya
then Mike, we will all know each other alot better after tomorrow
night…at least I hope so!” He looked down at me, “I look forward to
my next service call, I’ll definitely be here!”

While Mike turned and retrieved his belongings and supplies, Gary
gently placed a familiar kiss on my nose, and then my forehead. He
then reached for my hand, and we began to climb the staircase leading
to our bedroom. “I love you Gary darling, more than you could ever
know,” I cooed. “So what do you think babe, do you think Mike knows
that we have been fantasizing about this day since last summer?”, he
inquired. Gary had been away from me for a whole week and I longed to
lie naked next to his body. I squeezed his hand gently and said,
“Honey, why don’t we take a long nap, we’ll need to get rested up for
Mikes next service call.” We just looked at each other and smiled a
very satisfied smile, and laid down to do exactly that.

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Archive-name: 3plus/3gmme.txt
Archive-author: Heather Dawson

Amys Sex Toys

Administrator — Wed, 16 May 2007 08:11:44 +0000

Amy was an attractive blonde with a big secret: she was obsessed with sex toys. She loved having sex with men and women, but when she was all alone, she liked nothing more than to take out her adult toy vibrators and dildos and play with her sexy body.

Even more thrilling for Amy was shopping for sexy toys. She would visit online stores and while she browsed, she couldn’t help slipping a hand down into her panties and fingering her wet clit. As she looked at all the pictures of dildos and lingerie and other erotic toys, she grew so excited that she thrust her own trusty rabbit vibe into her pussy and came so forcefully that her toes curled up in pleasure.

Amy was dreadfully afraid that her friends would find out about her obsession, and fortunately, they never did. She played with her toys every night, and spent thousands of dollars on batteries and vibrators, and no one who knew her ever found out.