March 2007

Cherise was spending her vacation at her father’s ranch. She had been
home for two days and she was getting bored. Usually there was some
cute ranch hand or another that she could fuck, but this time none of
them caught her interest. They were all married or too old. The only
new one was a woman, Tracey, a big butch woman with broad shoulders and
dark skin.

“Could you please take care of Silver?” Cherise said to Tracey,
climbing off her favorite horse and handing the reins to Tracey.
Tracey didn’t say anything, just brushed her short hair out of her
dirty face with a broad, rough hand. Cherise turned to leave and
caught Tracey staring at her ass, twitching under her tight jodhpurs.
“Dyke,” Cherise muttered under her breath and stomped off towards the
house.

But in bed that night, Cherise slid her fingers down to her wet pussy
and found herself thinking about Tracey. The woman’s broad mouth and
strong hands, her braless tits swinging under the flannel shirts she
always wore. Cherise fingered her clit faster, her fingers dipping
into her slick pussy, imagining Tracey’s hands on her on smooth, milky
skin.

She pressed two fingers inside her cunt and imagined that they were
Tracey’s fingers, Tracey’s thick tongue licking along her clit instead
of her thumb. “Yes,” Cherise moaned as she came, flooding her hand
with her dampness. She licked her fingers clean and wondered what
Tracey’s cunt would taste like.

The next day when she came back from her morning ride, Tracey was in
the barn again. She handed Silver’s reins to the ranch hand, allowing
her soft fingers to linger on Tracey’s rough palm, blushing at the
memory of her masturbation last night.

Tracey held the leather straps in her hand for a moment, and then
dropped them, stepping forward and kissing Cherise roughly. Her
callused hands pushed over Cherise’s T-shirt, squeezing her small tits.
Cherise gasped at the feeling of the other woman’s tongue in her mouth
and then pushed against Tracey’s strong shoulders, forcing her away.
“I’m not gay,” Cherise protested, and ran back to the house, her
swollen, dripping cunt proving her a liar.

She was lying in bed that night, trying to keep from stroking her
aching clit, knowing that it would be Tracey she was fantasizing about.
But soon she had to give in and touch her cunt, sighing as soon as her
fingers encountered her silky wetness. Cherise moaned softly, pulling
apart her cunt lips so she could finger her stiff clit.

Her moans had distracted her so she hadn’t heard the door open, and
suddenly Tracey was in bed beside her. “You’re not gay, huh?” Tracey
whispered, pushing Cherise’s hand aside and sliding two of her
work-roughened fingers into Cherise’s hot twat. “Then how come you’re
so wet?”

Cherise couldn’t do anything more than moan in pleasure as Tracey began
finger-fucking her, rubbing her clit with her thumb. Tracey bent over
and licked Cherise’s small, firm tits. “You’re here in your pretty
canopy bed, with your pretty white lace sheets, and you’re fingering
your cunt and thinking of me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Cherise sighed, her voice shivering. Tracey’s hands were
driving her crazy. In a moment, Tracey had pushed the sheets off the
bed, exposing Cherise’s naked body, and knelt between her legs.

“That’s what I thought,” Tracey said, and lowered her mouth to
Cherise’s cunt. She alternated her tongue and her thumb on Cherise’s
clit. “You like to have other women eat your cunt, don’t you?”

“Yes!” Cherise squealed in frustration, pushing Tracey’s head back to
her cunt. “Don’t stop!” Tracey was smiling as she started munching
Cherise’s clit harder. Her fingers were still diving in and out of the
other woman’s tight snatch as she sucked and gobbled her cunt. Cherise
came quickly, pressing her pussy against Tracey’s mouth, rubbing her
juices all over her face. Tracey didn’t stop, though, she kept eating
Cherise out, nibbling on her clit and pushing more and more fingers
inside her until Cherise’s cunt was fuller than any cock had ever made
her. She came again and again, howling in pleasure and pulling at
Tracey’s short hair.

Finally Tracey sat back on her knees and wiped her face. She was
wearing the same jeans and flannel shirt she always did. “I’ll see you
at the barn tomorrow,” she said. “And you’d better be prepared to eat
a little cunt yourself.”

She hopped off the bed and slipped out the door, leaving Cherise alone
with her dripping, pulsing snatch, and her fantasies about the new
ranch hand.

“I like Asian women because they’re submissive,” Roger said, taking a
sip from his beer.

Daniel laughed aloud. “That’s a stereotype, man. You can’t believe
that crap,”

Roger shrugged. “I’ve heard it’s true. Have you ever met one who
wasn’t?”

Daniel looked at his friend, sizing him up. “True story,” he started,
taking a drink from his beer bottle and looking around the crowded bar.

“I used to think the same thing. But then I met Solada. She was Thai,
petite, small tits, light brown skin. Totally gorgeous. And we slept
together a few times, but she never seemed really into it, you know?
She’d get wet and all, but she kind of let me take the lead, and she
didn’t seem to get a whole lot of pleasure out of it. Even when I went
down on her.”

Daniel paused to take another swig from the bottle and then continued.
“But this one night, we’re fooling around, and I roll over so she’s on
top, right? And she goes wild. Totally crazy. Coming like a
jackhammer, grinding up and down on my cock, rubbing her tits, saying
all kinds of filthy things. It was hot. I didn’t really know what to
make of it, but I liked it. And after that, I’d let her be on top
every time.

“So after a while, I notice that it’s not the position that’s making
her hot, you know, the way some women like to be on top because they
can control the penetration. It’s that she likes being in control,
period. And I figure if she likes it so much, I’ll let her do it more.
I ask her to tell me what to do.

“And that’s when Solada really started to get into it. She told me to
get on my knees and eat her pussy, so I did. She loved it. She was
looking down at me, asking if I liked eating her cunt, if I wanted to
be her slave, if I’d do anything she told me to. And I’m answering
her, as best I can with a mouthful of twat.

“She took off my clothes and told me to jerk off. I’d never done it in
front of anyone before, but I did it, stroking my cock, feeling kind of
stupid. She told me how to do it, telling me I couldn’t even get
myself off. Telling me to go faster, or slower, or to play with my
balls, and even to put my finger in my ass.”

“And you did it?” Roger asked, gaping, rubbing his beard.

“Hell yeah. And you would have to. I mean, she was sexy just in a
sweatshirt and jeans, but if you’d seen her standing in front of you,
buck naked, fingering her pussy and ordering you around, you would have
done anything she asked.

“The big thing was that she wouldn’t let me come until she told me to.
She’d make me jerk off until I was ready to come, and then she’d make
me stop and eat her out some more. She did it for hours, man. I’d
never been so horny in my life. My cock was huge, and rock-hard, and
still she wouldn’t let me come.

“Finally, she told me to get on the bed on all fours. So I did. And
she got behind me, like I would if I were going to do her doggy-style.
And she licks her finger and just presses it into my asshole. I swear,
my cock felt like it was going to explode. She asked me if I liked it,
and I said I did. She asked if I wanted to come, and I groaned and
said yes.

“But that wasn’t good enough for her. She told me to beg for it, that
she wouldn’t let me fuck her until I really begged for it. So I did, I
said “Please, Solada, let me fuck you. I want to come so badly.”" And
she just kept telling me to beg her, and she’s fingering my ass the
whole time, making my cock jump around like a damn pogo stick.”

Daniel paused again, reaching under the table to adjust his hard-on.
He always got hot when he talked about Solada. “Go on, man,” Roger
said impatiently. He was listening with rapt attention. “Did she let
you fuck her?”

Taking another drink from his beer, Daniel ordered another from the
bartender and then continued his story. “No,” he said, shaking his
head. “I thought she would, I mean, I was really begging her. But
instead, she pulled her finger out of my ass and got a vibrator. She
lay in front of me, her legs spread wide so I could see her cunt, and
she fucked herself with it. She wouldn’t let me touch her or anything,
I just had to watch her get herself off, that vibrator sliding in and
out of her twat instead of my cock.

“She must have come four or five times using that thing before she
finally told me to jerk myself off while I watched her. She was
fingering her tits and screwing herself with the vibrator, moving it
back and forth. I knew it wasn’t going to take long. I wrapped my
fist around my cock and gave it a few short jerks, and then I exploded,
just like that. My cum sprayed all over the place, on the sheets, on
her vibrator, on her tits. It was totally intense.”

“Wow,” Roger said.

“But that’s not the end,” Daniel continued. “She made me lick up my
own cum, getting every last drop, while she asked me if I liked it.
And the fact was, I loved it. I was hard again in no time. And then,
she let me fuck her. We did it from behind, and it was incredibly hot.
She loved being in charge, that’s it.”

“And what happened to her?” Roger asked.

Daniel shrugged. “We broke up. But I will never forget her. And I
tell that story because I want you to know that whole thing about
submissive Asian women is just crap. Solada taught me that, and you’d
be wise to remember it too.”

Roger grinned. “I will,” he said.

“Are you fucking my husband?” Lila shouted. “Are you, you little
bitch?” Lila stood over Danielle, her hands on her full hips. Danielle
chewed her lip nervously.

“I - I - of course not,” Danielle protested. “What makes you think I
would do a thing like that?”

“This,” Lila said, producing a thin scrap of silk from behind her back.
She dropped it onto the bed. Danielle picked it up guiltily. It was
one of her teddies, and she could smell herself on the fabric.

“Don’t even bother to lie to me,” Lila said. “I know all about it.”

Danielle was shaking. “It was just once, Lila. You were away and we
were hanging out, and we got so drunk and we didn’t even know it was
happening.”

Lila adjusted the belt on her raincoat and eyed Danielle suspiciously.
Her hair was pulled back into a severe knot and her dark eyes were
flashing. Then, surprisingly, she smiled. “You’re going to have to
make it up to me.”

“Of course,” Danielle stammered. “I’ll do anything.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Lila said, and unbelted her raincoat.
Under it she wore nothing but a sheer black bra and a long black
strap-on dildo. Her nipples were poking out through the thin fabric of
the bra, and the harness for the dildo spread her shining wet cunt lips
wide apart.

“What - what are you doing?” Danielle asked, her blue eyes wide with
curiosity.

“Well the way I see it,” Lila said, reaching out and pushing Danielle’s
blonde hair off of her face, “is that if my husband got to fuck you, I
should too. Does that sound fair?”

Danielle thought that maybe she should say no, but the image of Lila
standing in front of her with those big, soft breasts and that hard
dildo had her dripping herself. “I think that sounds very fair,” she
purred, pulling Lila down onto the bed with her.

The women kissed, Danielle pulling Lila’s hair out of its bun so it
fell along her face. Lila sat up and pulled the thin t-shirt Danielle
was wearing over her head, revealing Danielle’s naked body to her
admiring stare. “I can see why my husband wanted to fuck you so
badly,” Lila observed. Danielle was thin but curvy, with round, small
tits. Her skin was soft and pink, and her pussy was shaved completely
bare. Lila could see the other woman’s cunt lips shining and wet.

Danielle buried her face in Lila’s cleavage, kissing her breasts and
tonguing her nipples through her bra. “Take it off,” she pleaded, and
when Lila unhooked the back, Danielle moaned and caught one of Lila’s
nipples in her mouth, sucking hungrily at one and then the other.

“You’re such a hot little bitch,” Lila moaned, pushing Danielle back
down onto the bed. She bent forward and licked Danielle’s small
breasts, flicking the tip of her tongue over Danielle’s pointed
nipples. Supporting herself on one hand, she slid the other down over
Danielle’s mound and slipped her index finger into Danielle’s hot
pussy. “You’re so wet,” she whispered, lifting her head from the other
woman’s breast.

Danielle simply moaned as Lila began to stroke her clit lightly. When
Lila lifted her head, Danielle pulled her down and the women began to
kiss again, their naked tits rubbing against each other, the dildo
pressed between their stomachs like a hard cock, as Lila teased
Danielle’s soaking pussy.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” Lila asked when their lips parted.
They were both breathing heavily, and Danielle’s cheeks were flushed.

“Your husband did me on top,” Danielle said. Lila sat back on her
thighs and pinched Danielle’s nipples fiercely.

“Then that’s how I’ll fuck you,” Lila said. She spread Danielle’s legs
wide so she had a clear view of her cunt as she thrust her hips forward
and began to penetrate Danielle’s pussy with her big plastic cock.
Both women sighed in pleasure as Danielle’s warm pussy opened to accept
Lila’s gentle thrusting.

When Lila was buried to the hilt inside Danielle’ she leaned forward
and kissed her wetly. Then she reared back and began to fuck her hard.
With each stroke, she slammed her pelvis up against Danielle as she
buried the dildo deep inside her twat. The shiny black straps of the
harness rubbed Lila’s clit as she screwed in and out, forcing her to
buck her hips against Danielle as she thrust. Danielle was moaning in
pleasure as Lila drilled her with the dildo. Lila had her hands on
Danielle’s thighs as she pounded her pussy, and Danielle, close to
coming, was rolling her own small nipples with one hand as she watched
Lila’s bounteous breasts swinging above her.

Lila’s fucking became sporadic as she lost herself in the throes of her
orgasm. She slammed up against Danielle’s pussy, launching Danielle’s
orgasm. The women were moaning and coming together, their cunts
throbbing as their juices spread down their thighs.

When they finished their first orgasms, Lila leaned over, her black
plastic cock still buried inside Danielle, and slipped her tongue into
Danielle’s mouth. “I don’t think I’ve forgiven you yet,” she said to
Danielle.

“Well then I’ll have to keep trying to make it up to you,” Danielle
offered, rolling Lila’s breasts around with her palms.

“I think that would be a very good idea,” Lila agreed.

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!”

“Have you ever thought about shaving your pussy?” Melinda asked me. We
were lying on her bed, flipping through old copies of porn magazines,
laughing at the airbrushed tits.

“Honey, my pussy is shaved,” I laughed. Melinda gaped at me.

“Can I see?” she asked inquisitively.

“Sure,” I shrugged. I wiggled around and pulled down my panties,
lifting my skirt up to expose my bare pussy. My cunt lips were shiny
and wet. I spread my labia to show off the full effect.

I could see Melinda’s nipples hardening under her shirt as she stared
at my cunt. Her hand reached out and then she pulled it back. I
laughed. “You can touch it,” I said, removing my fingers.

Melinda’s hand snaked out and she stroked my mons lightly, her fingers
tickling over the smooth skin. She slipped her nails along the outside
of my cunt, tracing around the lips. “It’s so smooth,” she whispered.

“I shave it every other day to keep it nice and clean,” I said. My
breath was coming shakily at her soft touch.

Growing bolder, Melinda slid her hand back up, brushing over my
dripping cunt lips, skating over my stiff clit. I jerked and moaned
and reached down and grabbed her hand, pressing it against my slit as
my clit throbbed against her fingers. “Do you like that?” she
whispered.

“Oh yes,” I moaned. Melinda slid two fingers inside my wet snatch,
rubbing her thumb over my clit. Her pinky continued tracing my shaved
pubes as she massaged my cunt. She fingered me gently, and I came, my
cunt grasping her hand as I grabbed her wrist and held her fingers
inside me. She pulled them out as my orgasm subsided, licking them
clean.

“Shave me,” she said softly. I stood, my thighs shaking, my knees
slightly weak, and took her into the bathroom. I stripped off her
clothes and sat her on the edge of the bathtub. First I snipped her
light brown bush with a pair of scissors, letting the curly hair fall
to the floor. Melinda shivered as the cool metal brushed against her
thighs.

When I had trimmed her sexy bush down to stubble, I took a warm
washcloth and rubbed it over her cunt, following with shaving gel. I
coated her cunt, watching her face as my fingers brushed over her
swollen labia. Melinda shivered and smiled down at me, her nipples
hard on her small, pointy tits.

I took the razor and carefully shaved her cunt with long, smooth
strokes. Melinda spread her legs for me, allowing me to clear the area
between her thighs. I wiped her clean and then shaved her gently
again, making her skin completely smooth.

“Go ahead and touch it,” I said. Melinda peered down at her newly bare
cunt as she ran her fingers over it.

“It feels just like yours,” she smiled. I returned her smile and
leaned forward, kissing her pouting pussy softly. The stimulation of
the razor and my hands over her skin had made her dripping wet, and her
clit was peeking out at me, begging to be touched.

Melinda gasped at the touch of my lips on her cunt. I pulled back, my
mouth shiny with her wetness, and smiled up at her. “It’s much easier
this way. No hair in your mouth,” I said, and leaned forward again,
nuzzling her cunt with my nose.

Melinda gasped again and grabbed the back of my head, pushing my tongue
into her gaping cunt. I thrust my tongue in and out of her slit,
smelling the scent of the shaving gel on her smooth skin. Moving my
tongue up to her clit, I swirled in a slow circle around the hard
button as I slid my fingers up her thigh and into her slit. My other
hand moved up and I pinched her nipples rhythmically as I finger-fucked
her and sucked on her clit.

Pulling at my hair, Melinda came. I sucked her clit deep into my
mouth, tugging at the stiff, smooth nub as I pressed my fingers deep
inside her, holding them there as she wriggled her snatch against my
mouth.

I moved back, keeping my fingers inside her, kissing her so she could
taste her juices as she came again. When I finally removed my hand,
she grabbed it and sucked her cunt juices off my fingers.

Melinda reached down and stroked her bare cunt again, moving her
fingers across her skin. “I love it,” she said.

“Good. And I’ll be happy to come over and shave you again whenever you
need it.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Melinda said, and we went back to the bedroom
to explore each other some more.

They’re one in a million. Okay, maybe not one in a million, but few
and far between.

Women who spurt, I mean really spurt when they come. Oh yeah, you
might be going down on a woman and have her dribble a little bit, but
someone who really gushes, that’s rare. And really damn sexy.

Emmy was the first woman I slept with who did that. I was licking her
cunt, fingering her with three fingers. She was really wet, and making
so much noise I was sure to hear about it from the neighbors tomorrow.
Her pussy juices were kind of sticky, and it made sloshing sounds when
I pushed my fingers in and out.

I sucked her clit between my lips, tugging at it, running my teeth over
it. Emmy squealed, I felt her clit throbbing, her pussy grabbing at my
fingers, and then there was this warm rush of fluid all over my face.
It came in spurts, just like cum, but stickier and clear. I lapped at
her slit eagerly, tasting the flow of juices as they poured onto my
tongue. I licked and licked as Emmy gyrated her hips, her cunt
squeezing open and shut, over and over.

“God,” I panted when she was done. “What was that?”

Emmy blushed. “It happens when I come.”

“It’s fucking hot,” I said, and sat up so she could see my raging cock.
It was so hard it was throbbing in the air, and pre-cum was dripping
thickly from the head. I slid my cock into her cunt, now wetter than
any other cunt I’d ever fucked, and pounded away, coming almost
instantly.

But the problem was, I couldn’t just ask a woman if she was a gusher.
And it wasn’t like sex wasn’t fun with women who weren’t. But I just
loved the taste of women who were. That wet feeling on my mouth never
failed to make my dick throb harder than usual.

Jeanine, who was a friend of mine, and I were talking about it, and I
confessed that I loved it. “I’m a gusher,” she said.

My dick stood instantly at attention. “Want a taste?” she offered. I
nodded dumbly. Jeanine and I had always been just friends, but this
was too good an opportunity to pass up.

I knelt in front of her and she straddled my face, pressing her pussy
down on my mouth. I licked her slit eagerly as she fingered her own
clit. She dripped wetly into my mouth, riding my face, stroking her
cunt along my face, rubbing her clit over my nose. “It’s coming, it’s
coming,” she said. I leaned my head back and opened my mouth.
Jeanine’s pussy clenched, and then I watched as the clear fluid came
pouring out of her cunt. She gushed down my mouth, still rubbing her
clit. I swallowed quickly and then licked her dry.

“Nice?” she asked. I nodded. “Anytime you want a drink, you let me
know.”

I nodded again and smiled.

It basically started when I was a little girl, playing mommy’s and
Daddy’s with the next door neighbor’s kids. Then it progressed to mock
weddings and, gradually as I grew up it became dirtier and dirtier.
Until the time I reached my twenties it was so filthy, that for the
first time in 6 years, I actually went to confession! You see, I am
not exactly what you would call experienced, far from it, in fact, but
I put that down to my hurry to get married. Something I could never
admit to myself for a long time, and of course, by the time it did. So
when I met Mark and fell in love, I literally jumped at the chance of
saying yes. The fact that he was the first person that asked me had no
bearing on the matter at all, or so I like to think. But if I’m honest
about it, I would have married anyone who stayed with me long enough to
pop the question. The ceremony itself was purely magical, I feel
wonderfully soft and seductively horny.

White always seems to have that effect virginal on me. As we drive to
the hotel for the start of our honeymoon, I let my hands feel the
silkiness of my thighs thru my stockingtops. Slipping a finger into the
bridlegarter and moving the lace skirt wide apart so that my husband
could catch a flurtive glance of what’s to come. Once or twice, his
own hand trys to intervene, but I brush it away not wanting to ruin a
night of unashamed lust, now perfectly legal and above board. The
champagne is on ice as we walk into the room, and two fruit glasses
have been placed on the bedside table. The waiter hangs around just
long enough to pop the cork, and wish us the best of luck, leaving us
staring with embarrassment into each other’s eyes. “I think I’d better
change out of these clothes,” I remark. “Not a very good idea,”
replies Mark, “I want to take you exactly as you are!” He downs his
drink in one gulp. Puts his glass on the table and comes towards me.
“No please, please wait, give me a few minutes, it’s all happening to
fast”, but he doesn’t, just stares at me and moves his hand up to my
shoulders and lets my dress fall gently to the floor.

I blush as his eyes began feasting on my luscious body, partially
hidden by my revealing underwear. “My god you look beautiful,” he
whispers, “Lie down on the bed and let me worship you.” I willingly
obey my lord and master, trying not to imagine what he intends to do,
though it is quite difficult.I feel so sencious as I carry out his
orders, and my little white panties moisten, as if ready for the
touch. I desperately need to feel the sharp point of his tool inside
me, but the waiting is nearly over, as he prepares himself for a
lustfull invasion of my watery pussy. He begins feeling all around my
quivering torso, squeezing my saturated vagina and kneeding my tits
thru the scanty underwear, which I have no intention of discarding. I
gradually reaching my boiling point as his tongue descends down on my
cunt, licking the outer lips through my panties and tearing them aside
to explore my erect love bud. He takes it in his mouth nibbling it
making it grow harder and harder under his expert touch he spreads my
legs wider and licks along the outline of my stocking tops, exploring
and probing until his mouth knows all my intimate secrets.

I love every insane moment, and press his head down on my furry beaver,
until I can hear his muffled slurps, ringing out above my cries of
delight. It feels as if all the juices from my body are being sucked
from me, by a human vacuum cleaner, literally drain ing my insides of
every last bit of moisture. He is hunting for more, and I am not sure
what he expects, until suddenly I have this very strange and alien
feeling. Something inside me begins to let go inside me, and I being
to shudder under his perfect skills. I sink deeper into his face,
wrapping my legs around his neck, he is still sucking but now with
hard, frantic actions. Then suddenly, with out warning, it all
happened, escaping from me in one long forceful stream, the feeling is
unbearably wonderful. I gyrate up and down, as the sensation goes on
and on. I can see the juice drip from the corners of his mouth, before
he has time to swallow, the substance from my body is expelling , only
stopping for the quickest moment to take a quick breath, he goes on
and on. I lay back exhausted, panting like a wild animal that has to
be chased for the kill. I don’t think you’ve had one of those before,
he says. I reply no. We call that a multiple orgasm, darling. He
laughs, and you tasted beautiful, sweet and hot and virginal. all my
defenses have been broken down, my fire has been relit, I want him
badly and need his swollen cock in my pussy, more than life itself.

Slowly, I twist my body around, so I can swallow his thick, veined
member. He sighs in sure ecstasy, as inch by inch, as I incased his
glorious piece of meat. Moving my tongue gently around the tip, and
licking the swollen hole on his prick, and then letting the whole
thing slide down my eager and awaiting throat. I don’t let myself go
down on him for very long, I can’t, it all seems so trivial, and I am
torturing myself having to wait any longer for his torrid penis. Shame
lessly, I stradle him, the feeling excites me beyond all known bounds,
and I revel in the friction. His think skinned cock is causing me to
shudder. He grabs my shoulders and pushes my down hard. Every part of
me is filled with his burning fire rod. He’s rough and gen tle at the
same time. At last, I am complete, a whole women, my longing is
fulfilled. I am still wearing my bridle underwear, and I can tell the
sight of my grinding and bouncing up and down while still incased in
pure white silk, is making him feel like he is invading a puri tanical
virgin. He reaches out and grabs my headdress, which is still lying by
the side of the bed, and skillfully places it around my head, draping
the long veil softly over my shoulders, allowing it to fall naturally
and surround my breasts.

My bra strap has seductively slipped off my shoulder and a pink little
nipple is hanging out of the cup. I lean forward to keep on riding him,
and he gently takes the bud like a nursing baby. I want him to take
the complete tit, to feel the softness of its texture with his
masterful mouth, so I forceit on him, pushing myself, hastily down
until he eagerly accepts my plunge. He gropes around to find the tops
of my stockings, and finally lets his hands rest snugly against my
perspiring skin, rocking me back and forth with seesaw motions,
gyrating, until I can’t bear the vigorous sensations for another
second, but I desperately need to join forces with Mark this time, to
experience our cums uniting at exactly the same time. Now that I know
what orgasms feel like, I want then all the time. I want to be one
long, soaking wet love machine, dripping with insane lust every minute
of the day and night. As soon as he comes near me I just want to come;
then he won’t have the time or energy to stray! I can tell he’s about
to inject his come into me, so I desper ately try to hang on, rocking
gently now to hold back my orgasm. But he won’t let me, and thrusts
his expload ing cock further up into my oozing vagina. Everything
starts to become hazy as I feel the thick sperm shoot up and fill all
my inner parts.

It triggers something deep inside and I begin to shudder and shake
under the force of my aching innards, throbbing and quivering in a
frenzied experi ence. We lay back, thoroughly exhausted, my underwear
sopping wet, but my veil still intact. Lying there in ecstasy and
exhaustion, a wave of unbelievable happiness flows over me. Who could
ever have thought it could be so fantastic. I think I’ll remember this
for the rest of my life. What a perfect moment. I shift my panties
into a more comfortable position, as all thru our fucking session they
have been pulled over the corner of my lips, and they are getting
rather itchy, although it’s a feeling I wouldn’t change for the world.
I remove my panties and put them to one side, thinking how nice and
surprising it will be to reuse them on our anniversar- ies. I can
honestly now say that I can never accept the fantasy over the real
thing, and who gives a damn what anyone says! I mean you have to agree
with me. don’t you? After all I have had the experience.

It’s been another long day. Nothing unusual, just the same ol’ same
ol’. Late night TV is the worst, an hour or two of that and I’m a
zombie. I might as well just go on to bed and try again tommorrow.
Back to the bedroom– just what I need - more of the ol’ routine. Get
undressed, read a little bit, blah blah blah blah blah. But wait,
what was that?

Out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of light. There is a
space between my window blind and the window. Through this I can see
that the bedroom window of the apartment across from mine has just lit
up. It’s a warm summer night and I see that the window is open and the
blind is up. Two girls share the apartment, both go to college. I see
them leaving for class every now and then. Curious, I turn off my
light and stand by the window so as not to be noticed. For a moment
nothing happens, I just see the edge of a bed and a vanity beside the
window. But then, a figure enters the room. It’s one of the girls ,
the dark haired one (wish I knew her name). She walks over to the
vanity and takes off her earrings. Jesus, she is standing right in
front of the window. She turns on a lamp sitting on the vanity, now her
whole figure is lit up for me to see. She’s wearing a tight black
tanktop and ragged blue jean shorts. She takes off her watch and puts
it down, then she moves away. Shortly she returns, my heart is
pounding as I continue to watch. She takes a step back and starts to
unbutton her blue jean shorts . Those ragged jeans are a nice disguise
for her smooth white ass. The curve of her buttocks is perfect. I
imagine gently sliding my hand first over one cheek and then the other
as I kiss her luscious red lips.

She turns away again, but then comes back. She takes off her tanktop,
her back is to me. It has a deep dark golden tan. I want to start on
the back of her neck just where those short soft black hairs come to a
point in the nape. I kiss her there hard and deep . Then begin to
work my way down her spine, each kiss a little softer than the one
before.

She turns around now I see her beautiful breasts. I can’t imagine a
bra that could contain them. They seem to defy gravity. They have a
slight bulge from their size but are so firm that the nipples just seem
to float in mid air asking to be suckled. She bends over to take off
her black lace panties and it seems that her breasts just doubled in
size.

She raises back up again and now her sweet little pussy is there for
the whole world to see. Her bush is very trim and well kept. She
stretches a little bit and then I see one hand come down and gentle
stroke her pussy. I can almost hear it purr from here. Still
standing, she continues to stroke herself, very gently , back and forth
. I sit back on the bed still keeping her in sight and begin to enjoy
myself.

I feel like I could explode at any second. She continues to play with
herself, her slim hips start a slow gyration that is hypnotizing. Her
free hand moves up to her neck and gently masssages it., Slowly, it
moves across her cheek and a finger glides into her mouth. Her other
hand continues to stroke her other lips then two fingers disappear into
her moist little pussy. Her hips start to gyrate even faster as she
moves her hand back and forth inside herself. She runs her free hand
through her long dark hair as her had tilts back. Her breasts rise in
the air as the takes a long deep breath and then holds it. Her hips
begin to quiver as she leans against the vanity. I cant hold it any
longer. Warm wet cum starts to glide down my hand as it milks my
erection. She has disappeared now .

The light in her bathroom comes on and she reappears. She steps into
the shower and draws the curtain. I can see her shadow in the shower.
She sways back and forth gently washing herself off. The sway of her
body begins to hypnotize me again. Slowly, I i lay do,wwatching her ,
and then I drift off into sleep…

I hadn’t exactly planned on having an affair with the temp. Then
again, I hadn’t exactly expected the agency to send Susan. She was
tiny - only about five feet tall, with straight silky black hair that
fell, heavy and straight, down her back, and small, high tits that
jiggled when she walked. But it was her mouth that drove me nuts -
these full, Cupid’s-bow lips - no lipstick, she didn’t need it - big
enough that I knew she’d be able to swallow my cock easily, small
enough that I knew it would be deliciously tight inside.

It was a Friday afternoon when I made my move. My wife was out of town
for a convention, and I had the whole weekend to myself. I offered to
give Susan a ride home, and after prettily refusing, she finally
agreed.

When she got into my car, I turned towards her. “You might have
guessed that I find you attractive,” I said matter-of-factly.

She blushed furiously. “Oh, Mr. Taylor.”

“Call me Rob,” I insisted, and reached over and put my hand on her
thigh just below the hem of her skirt. “I’m going to be direct, Susan.
I want to make love to you. I’d like you to come home with me.”

Her pretty pouty lips gaped. “I don’t, I don’t think I should!”

“Don’t you find me attractive?” I slipped my hand up her skirt. I
could feel how hot her cunt was without even touching it.

“Yes,” she breathed. Her nipples were practically tearing through her
shirt. I leaned over and kissed that beautiful mouth of hers. When I
pulled back, she sighed.

“Now may I take you home, Susan?” I asked her, fingering her tight
nipple. She nodded.

When we got to my house, I led her straight to the bedroom. “Take off
your skirt and your blouse,” I ordered. She complied quickly. Her
breasts strained against her bra, porcelain skin against white lace. I
could see the faint shadow of dark hair under her panties, just before
her thighs spread out into her lacy stockings.

I let her run her hands over my chest. Two years ago, when my wife had
decided sex wasn’t going to be a part of our marriage anymore, I had
started working out, and now I had a body any thirty year-old would
have been jealous of.

Susan’s tits were palm-sized, perfectly pointed with dusky rosy
nipples. I bent my head and sucked on them. She grabbed my hair in her
hands and pulled as I flicked my tongue against the pellets of her
nipples and kneaded the soft flesh of her breasts.

“Take off your panties, Susan.” She sat obediently on the edge of the
bed and pulled them off. It had been so long since I’d smelled the
smell of hot, wet pussy. I took of my pants slowly. She inhaled when
she saw my cock, throbbing against my stomach with a drop of pre-cum
glistening on the end. “Do you want to suck it?” I asked her.

“Oh yes, please,” she breathed. Her hands went to her breasts and she
started pulling at her nipples. I thought I was going to shoot my load
right there, all over her tits, but I controlled myself.

“I’ll let you,” I promised. “I’ll let you suck my cock as long as you
want, but first I want to taste your pussy.” I pushed her back onto
the bed and spread her legs. She was so hot I thought I might burn my
lips, and so wet that I shoved two fingers inside her without any
trouble. She bucked and moaned as I worked her pearl, licking and
sucking.

I slammed my fingers into her tight cunt, thrusting over and over,
until Susan started screaming and I felt the tunnel of her pussy
contracting around my fingers as she came. I moved up, wiped my mouth
on the back of my hand, and reached over into the night table.

“Have you ever seen these?” I asked her, dangling a set of nipple clips
from my fingers.

She opened her dark eyes, glassy from her orgasm. “No.”

I smiled. “You’ll love them.” I loosened the clasps and attached them
to those beautiful nipples, tightening them just enough to stimulate,
but not hurt her.

I straddled her and then moved my cock up under the chain that
connected the clips, dragging my balls along her flat stomach. I was
so hard I could have lifted a car with my dick. I pulled back and up,
increasing the pressure on her nipples. Her mouth was wide open and
she was breathing hard. I stared at her lips as I thrust my hips back
and forth, letting the metal slide up and down my shaft.

“Do you like that, baby?” I asked.

“I love it,” she laughed. I could feel her hips wriggling below me.

“You still want to suck my cock?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she begged. I had to get my dick in there before I exploded. I
moved the chain off my shaft and let her tits relax.

I moved up over her again. “Open up, baby,” I told her, and slowly fed
her my cock. It was so hot and wet in her mouth I knew I wasn’t going
to last long.

She was a fantastic cocksucker, flicking her tongue over the head,
cupping my balls lightly with one hand and tickling my asshole with the
other. “Let me fuck your mouth,” I ordered.

Her jaw relaxed and her lips loosened as I began to rock my hips back
and forth. Those soft lips of hers looked so hot around my cock. She
wanted it harder and faster so I gave it to her, fucking her mouth with
abandon. She curled her tongue around the underside of my root as I
thrust, saliva and pre-cum dripping out of her mouth, her eyes closed
in ecstasy.

“Oh baby,” I moaned as my cock throbbed over and over again, shooting
my cum against the back of her throat.

When I pulled my softening dick out of her mouth, she swallowed and
licked her lips and then gave me a warm, sweet smile, blinking up at me
with beautiful brown eyes. “I really like working for you, Rob,” she
said.

This is a true story, one that happened to me not too long ago. I left
out our names and city, but it all happened just as I put it down.

I have seen a lot of stories by people who have great sex with partners
whom they had barely met, but in my experience, at least, it does not
work that way. My wife and I have been married more than eight years,
and it seems that our marriage - and our sex life! - have kept
improving all the time we have been together. The story here should
help explain why.

I am an inch or so under 6 feet tall, and at 180 pounds am in
reasonably good shape. Even though my ancestry is all northern
european, I have dark brown eyes and dark brown, almost black, hair. I
like to think I am reasonably good looking, but don’t consider myself
exceptional.

My wife, though, is something else. She is quite small, 4′11″ and 96
pounds. Her chinese ancestry is apparent at first glance. She has
jet-black eyes, and her long, silky, black hair hangs to her waist. She
has a slender, golden skinned body, with almost no body hair, except
for the soft, straight hair that covers her pussy. She sometimes
complains about her breasts, wishing that they were bigger, but I find
them lovely. She has one feature, however, that stunned me the first
time I undressed her - she has the biggest nipples I have ever seen on
a woman, even in a movie. She actually has rather small areolae,
perhaps an inch across, but rising out of them are two huge, red-brown
nipples, even in repose as big as the first joint of my thumb. They are
so long that when she wears a bra she actually has to fold them over,
and she never dares leave the house wearing just a tee shirt - they are
visible through anything less than a loose sweatshirt.

… It was a Friday evening. We didn’t plan to go out that evening, so
my wife and I got ready for bed soon after dinner. She showered while I
went through my evening exercise routine; when she came back out, I
headed in to cool off.

When I came back from my shower, I found her lying in bed. As I walked
up, she threw back the covers. Instead of the nightgown she had been
wearing, her sole adornment was a jade bracelet. By the moistness of
her pussy, I could see that she had been warming herself up for my
return.

I paused for a moment, running my eyes from one end of her body to the
other. Now that she had an audience, she began to run her hands over
her body, gently tugging her nipples with one hand while the other slid
down to rub her wet pussy. I wanted to stop and enjoy the view, but I
couldn’t resist her when she begged me to come to bed and not make her
wait.

As I walked towards her, I let my bathrobe slide to the floor. She
stood to meet me. As soon as she was within reach I swept her into a
passionate kiss. I could feel her stiff nipples rubbing my chest, while
she straddled one thigh and began to grind her slick pussy against it.
She came almost immediately, crushing herself against me as hard as she
could.

After she had recovered slightly, I laid her gently on the bed. When I
laid down beside her, though, she shook her head and made me roll onto
my back. A moment later, she surprised me again by taking my aching
cock into her mouth.

Oral sex has never been a big part of our love life. Although I *love*
the taste of her sweet pussy, she is so sensitive that anything more
than a small amount of kissing sends her into overload. Anyway, she is
so responsive that it is rarely necessary - she almost always climaxes
for the first time long before I do.

Usually, she is a bit uneasy about giving head, but this night she was
sucking away like a pro. Somehow, I managed to keep myself under
control, but it was a near thing. Just before I reached the point of no
return, she eased off, sliding up my body to give me a deep kiss.

As my breathing began to slow back to normal, she slid out of bed and
put a tape into the VCR. She had chosen it carefully - it opened
immediately into a scene showing a tiny asian woman mounting a large
blond man. Matching her motions to the tape, my wife moved to mount me.
After wriggling a bit to find the best position, she impaled herself on
my cock all the way to the hilt. Before I had fully absorbed the
sensation of entry she was mashing her clit into my pubic bone.

At first, we both watched the tape. I was soon too absorbed in her to
pay attention, especially since her long black hair had fallen around
my face like a silky tent. All I could see was her lovely face. She,
however, had her eyes locked on the screen. I could tell how the tape
was progressing just by her excitement. She was already as hot as I had
ever known her. I could hear her whimpering with excitement, and feel
her stiff nipples dragging across my chest. Suddenly, she pushed her
upper body up to arm’s length and begged me to kiss her tits.

Normally, her nipples are almost as sensitive as her pussy - too much
stimulation is painful. Tonight, though, the more I kissed and sucked
the more she seemed to enjoy it. I have never seen her nipples so
swollen; already hard, they stood out at least an inch and a half.
Although I was already sucking as hard as I could, she was begging for
more.

When I let her erect nipple slide from my mouth, she let out a little
whimper of disappointment, but she became even more excited when she
felt my hands slide up and each cup a breast. She let out a wail as she
felt me began to roll her nipples between my fingers as I thrust. I was
pulling and rubbing them hard enough that I was afraid of hurting her,
but she loved it - the harder I pulled and twisted, the more savagely
she ground her pussy into me.

I thought that she had reached her peak, but I was wrong. She was
almost incoherent as she begged me to do it harder - more - even if it
hurt her. With[ some trepidation, I leaned down and began to bite
sharply at her nipples. She loved it! She began to alternately lean
forward and pull back, timing her hardest moves to occur when I had a
firm grip on her nipples. The sensation of her stiff nipples being
dragged between my teeth was unbelievable. I finally bit quite hard on
her left nipple and pulled my head back, stretching her nipple even
further. With a shriek, she came, even harder than the first time.

After the workout she had already had, I expected her to be exhausted,
but after a moment to recover her breath, she began to ride me again.
Though I wanted to hold back, the renewed stimulation was too much for
me - I began to erupt like a geyser, pumping a huge load into her hot
pussy. She moved up to straddle my stomach, holding herself upright
while sliding her wet pussy - even wetter with my come - back and forth
against my body. With a convulsive shudder, she came for a final time
and collapsed into my arms.

We lay like that, cuddled in each other’s arms, until we could both
speak. When we were able to notice our surroundings, we began to laugh
- the covers had been thrown on the floor, we were both slick with
sweat, and both her pussy and my belly were covered with a mixture of
sperm and pussy juice. Somehow, we managed to stagger back into the
shower before we embraced once more and drifted off to sleep.