So I bought an ear of corn, and then drove my car to an isolated spot in the mall. I shucked the corn—feeling rather silly to be doing that in my car—and then decided to call Barry while I was using it. But by then he was out, so I left him a message on his voice mail, the message consisting of the sound of me masturbating with the ear of corn.
Well, whatever Barry had heard about the effect of the corn was true! I guess it was something about those ridges . . . Anyway, I came really hard, leaving him a message he would not soon forget.
So, of course, after that I started telling my girlfriends all about the corn experience. Then one day, as I was discussing the subject with my friend Marianne—who knew all about my costume play with Barry—she came up with the idea of me dressing up as a country girl, and I immediately loved it. I promptly began planning the costume, and as the idea developed, I started collecting all the clothes and accessories I would need.
The final costume consisted of cut-off blue jean shorts, a halter top in a kind of bandana-like print pattern, a sleeveless jean jacket and a straw hat. I bought a small basket and filled it with fake vegetables and fruit from the craft store: a pepper, a zucchini, a carrot, a banana—and, of course, two ears of corn! I topped it off with a vibrating dildo that looked like a cucumber. I bought some straw to stuff in my pockets, and to top it all off, I found some tiny miniature ears of corn that I attached to the nipple clips that Barry had given me.
So now it was Sunday afternoon, and I finally had a chance to put on my costume for my lover. I came into the room accompanied by a tape of John Denver’s song, “Thank God I’m a Country Boy,” holding my little basket of fruit and veggies, an ear of corn stuck in one pocket, the vibrating cucumber in the other. I felt terrific when I saw Barry break into a big smile as soon as he saw me.
Well, of course I then had to take some of it off in order for him to get the full effect, so I removed the halter top so he could see the miniature ears of corn that were attached to my nipple clips. I slipped my jacket back on, leaving it open so the clips were visible. Barry simply loved it! He took some pictures of me in my outfit, some closeups of my breasts with the clips on, and some of me sitting on the couch, sliding my vibrating cucumber in and out of my dripping pussy.
He then sat down beside me, and we began kissing, our tongues probing deeply into each other’s mouth, sucking and licking. Oh lord, how his kisses turned me on! “I want you to straddle me,” he whispered in my ear. And after slipping off my shorts, I did, facing him with a knee on either side of his thighs, feeling his hard cock slide deep inside me. Then I began to move up and down on his cock, watching him as he was watching me. I was moaning, telling him how good he felt. Moving faster, loving the feel of his hard cock inside me, filling me up so completely, both of us overcome with the excitement and passion we were feeling. His hands cupped my breasts, making my nipples so hard. And then his mouth, sucking . . . and nibbling at my nipples, increased the tingling sensation in my body. I could feel those nibbles all the way to my throbbing pussy. “Ohhh baby, I’m gonna come . . .” I moaned. And I did, soaking him and the couch beneath us.
We stayed in that position for a while, kissing each other. He felt so good inside me that I wanted him to stay there forever. But after a few more kisses, he said, “I want your ass, baby.” Well, when did he not?
We went into the bedroom then, and I bent over the bed, with him standing behind me. “Ohhh God!” I moaned as I felt his hard cock slip inside my waiting ass. How good he felt there! His hands were on my hips and I could feel his cock thrusting deep inside me, faster, harder, and I was pushing back against him, telling him how good it felt.
“You want it harder, baby?” he asked.
“Oh yes, baby, fuck me hard!” I groaned. And he did. He asked me if I liked it like that, being fucked hard. Of course he knew the answer, he just liked hearing me say it. I kept saying yes, yes, I love it like that, and he kept fucking me faster and harder, his throbbing cock slamming into my ass. I was going crazy with the incredible sensations I was feeling. Then suddenly I was yelling to him that I was going to come. I couldn’t hold it back, and I just exploded, my whole body bucking wildly, my come gushing out onto the bed- sheets. Then I collapsed, lying flat on the bed, breathing hard, my heart pounding, with Barry on top of me now, his hard cock still inside me.
Then he was fucking me again, fucking my ass, but more slowly now. I couldn’t believe I could be aroused again that quickly after such an earthshaking orgasm, but he was doing it. And he didn’t stop until I was moaning and squirming beneath him, and then I was on the brink again. And over it. This time Barry came with me, and oh my God, how incredible it all felt, both of us exploding together and then collapsing in utter exhaustion on the bed.
We rested for a while, then sat up and began kissing again. They were just affectionate kisses at first, but soon our tongues were once more exploring each other’s mouth. “Oh, I love your kisses,” I whispered to him. “I love the feel of your lips on mine.” And we kissed more passionately still.
Now I was getting so turned on that I just had to do something. “I want to suck your cock,” I told him. Then I moved down on the bed, caressing his hard cock with my fingers, stroking it, loving the way it felt in my hands. I brought my head down and teasingly licked the tip, then slid him slowly inside my mouth, thrilling to the hardness of him there, my whole mouth loving the feel of his cock inside it. I sucked him deeper, my hand grasping the base of his pole, my lips moving up and down the length of him. I heard him telling me how good it felt, heard his breathing get faster as my mouth slid up and down, from the tip all the way to the base, taking more of him each time until I could feel him touching my throat. The sounds of his excitement turned me on even more as I continued to suck him, tasting his precome.
“I want to come all over your breasts,” he moaned. I could feel that he was on the brink, and I lay back on the bed, stroking him as he crouched over me. And then he was spraying his hot delicious jism all over my breasts, making my already firm nipples incredibly hard. Oh Christ, how good it felt! I just loved taking his hot come on my tits, and I moaned when his ejaculations finally eased off and then stopped.
Barry then got his camera again and took a picture of my come-soaked breasts, with the jism dripping down onto my stomach. He also took several pictures of me as I lifted each breast to my mouth and licked off his wonderfully tasty come.
And so once again my costume had been a great success, and we have some really hot pics to remind us of that day. But of course I don’t need pictures to remember the sensations he arouses in me, the way he makes my body feel and the fabulous erotic satisfaction that we bring to each other.
I am already planning my costume for my next trip.—N.G., Des Moines, Iowa
DRESSED IN HIS GIRLFRIEND’S OLD UNDIES, HE BECAME HER GIRLFRIEND ONE HOT WEEKEND
Probably the biggest orgasm I ever had took place after Lonnie, my girlfriend, got me to dress up in her old underwear.
She said she would be willing to bet that it would make me hornier than ever to be turned into a girl for the weekend, and to serve her as one. Or at least as a girl-guy. Or whatever.
Anyway, she had me put on one of her old bras and a pair of worn-out panties, saying that she didn’t want to ruin any of her good stuff. She also had me don some tight control-top pantyhose. Then she went into the bathroom and returned with two water balloons to stuff into the 38C bra cups. I had to admit that they felt real beneath the bra. She had me jump up and down, to make them jiggle and bounce, and they looked and acted real too, until one of them flopped out and had to be stuffed back in.
Lonnie then strapped me into a tight one-piece thing she called a body shaper, with a built-in underwire bra that pushed those fake tits right up, and she even found an old girdle that she said had belonged to her mother.
I had to admit that seeing myself in all these feminine things did get me kind of excited, but the tight fit mostly prevented me from g
etting an erection. Even so, Lonnie thought my frontal bulge was too much in evidence. She told me to squat down, then reached down into my panties from the rear, feeling up and down the crack of my butt. Then she reached up to grab my cock and balls, pulling, yanking and tugging at my shrinking member until she had my package tucked away between my thighs, so far back it felt like I was fucking my own asshole. She finished by hiking the tight panties up as far as they would go, to keep me in place.
Now my front side looked like hers, with just a smooth triangle between my legs, shaped like a perfect, panty-covered pussy. With my big bouncy fake tits up above, I came off like real woman—or at least semi-real.
Lonnie kept me in those undies for the rest of the weekend, treating me like a slutty girlfriend. She would tease me by probing at my panty-clad ass with her fingers, or with some of her sex toys. I was dying to come, but she would not let me out of those panties and girdles. The most she would do was to allow me to eat her pussy once a day. She was proud of the way she had made her sexual fantasy come true, the fantasy being to turn me into a girl, to dominate me temporarily and to make me like it.
At the end of the weekend she finally agreed to let me screw her properly, though I had to keep my temporary breasts on while doing it. Wow, I had never had an orgasmic explosion like that! When I came it just burst out of me like a series of rockets, spurt after spurt, and even when the spurting stopped, the jism kept flowing out as if my prick were a juicy cunt. I thought it was never going to stop.
Please understand that I am not at all gay, nor have I any desire to be with another man. I love women, and women only. But dressing up as one was an experience that just blew me away. Lonnie wants to do it again, but first it’s my turn to act out one of my sexual fantasies with her. I hope she enjoys mine as much as I did hers.—K.J., Boston, Massachusetts
HIS WIFE GAVE HIM A DILDO FOR HIS BIRTHDAY. TRYING TO TELL HIM SOMETHING MAYBE?
My wife Kay and I are both forty years old, and we have been married for seventeen years. Now I love my wife dearly, but for some years our sex life had been fairly lame. Kay is still good-looking, still in shape, but she had turned into the typical soccer mom, and sex just didn’t seem to be very much on her mind. Then, on my fortieth birthday a couple of months ago, she came up with a shocker.
It was late at night, in our bedroom, that Kay presented me with a special gift. She seemed nervous as I began to open it. I was surprised to see that it was an eight-inch penis-shaped vibrator, which looked—and felt—like the real thing.
My first reaction was to tell Kay that I wasn’t gay. She said she knew that, but that she was hoping this new toy would spice up our sex life. She then lay back on the bed and spread her legs, showing me that she had nothing on under her robe. “Come on, honey,” she said. “Fuck your wife with that big dick.”
Now this vibrator was about two inches longer, and somewhat bigger around, than I am, so I knew she wasn’t talking about my cock. I told her I thought it might be a bit big for her, but Kay said, “Try it and see. You remember your old fantasies about seeing me with some well-hung stud? Well, maybe this is the next best thing. You can pretend it’s him.”
Well, now this was beginning to make sense. I inserted the vibrator slowly inside her, and while I made love to her from the waist up, that big dildo took care of her down below. I never saw my wife orgasm so strongly before. She even managed to take that whole thing in to the hilt. As my reward, she gave me a long, slow deep-throat blowjob.
The next night I used the vibrator on her again, and this time I got sloppy seconds. All the time I was fucking her she was telling me to think about that big, young, well-hung stud that had just been in her cunt.
That was three months ago, and the fact is that our new dildo has surely jump-started our sex life. Kay tells me now that she has two dicks to satisfy her—one big and the other, well, not so big.
One night I was tired, and instead of having me use the vibrator on her, she sat on the arm of a chair and fucked herself with it. She was like a wild, horny slut. Watching her pound that tool into herself made me hard, and I had to fuck her afterward. Some nights I fuck her before the vibrator does, sometimes I take sloppy seconds and sometimes she’s satisfied with just the dildo and doesn’t want me at all. At those times I’m happy just jerking off while watching her.
Kay’s birthday is next month, and she told me that what she wants is a bigger dildo—at least ten inches. I have the feeling that this means I will be getting less sex from her, but that’s okay. I have already bought the new vibrator, and I just can’t wait to see her with that big monster in her pussy.—B.I., Frankfort, Kentucky
PHONE SEX IS THE ONLY KIND THEY CAN HAVE, BUT THEY REALLY BURN UP THE WAVES
I had known Len casually for about three years before we actually discovered one another. I found him to be incredible and amazing. He is of average height and weight, with dark hair and hazel eyes. I’m not sure what it is about him that is so hot. Maybe it’s his voice, the way he talks. He definitely has sex appeal.
I ran into him one night and we just started talking. It started out innocently enough. We were not really available to each other, as we were both in other relationships, but there was an undeniable connection between us.
After that first conversation we talked to each other a lot, mostly by telephone. We would talk about everything, from what was going on in our lives to what we wanted for the future, as well as things like what we were wearing, and where we were in our houses when we talked. I even learned that he always slept in the nude.
I’m still not sure just how, or why, it happened, but one night he happened to mention something about being horny. “Really?” I said. “Why don’t you go and get some lotion.” I couldn’t believe I’d said that, but to my surprise he didn’t hesitate. I told him to put some lotion on his hands, then rub them together to warm it up. “Now touch yourself,” I said.
I could hear the liquid sound of the lotion as he stroked his cock up and down. I asked him if it felt good, if he was going fast or slow. Then I asked him to come for me. I told him I wanted to hear the sounds he made. It was so exciting, talking to him like that.
I should let you know that I have been with the same man my whole life, and I play a very passive role in our sex life. So being with Len like this was unbelievable. I felt I could say anything I wanted to, and do anything with him as well.
After that, our nightly phone conversations naturally progressed into sexual areas. I had never really gotten into masturbating that much, but this was truly fun, so I decided it was time to buy some toys. I had thought about that before, but Steve, my boyfriend, was never interested. Len, however, was up for anything.
I am actually a very sexual person, open and willing to try anything at least once, but it can be very difficult when your partner doesn’t listen and doesn’t care what you want or need. So this experience was amazing for me. I finally had someone in my life who wanted to make me come all the time. He wanted to hear the noises I made; he wanted me to teach him exactly what it was that made me come.
As soon as I got my toys I called him up. “Hi,” I said. “What are you doing? Are you busy?”
“No, why?”
“Are you up—I mean really up?”
“Sure!” he said.
“I got some new toys.”
“Really, what are they?”
“Well, I got a vibrator, a dildo and something for your butt.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Are you wet?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, what are you waiting for? What are you wearing anyway?”
“I have a one-piece black teddy on that laces up the back. It has garter straps, but I’m not wearing any stockings. Or panties.”
“Good,” he said. “Slide the dildo up your leg softly. Press it up against your clit and start to rub it firmly, just with the tip.” I did what I was told. “Does that feel good
?” he asked.
“Yes,” I told him.
“Are you getting wet?”
“Yeah!”
“Start rubbing it on the outer folds of your lips putting just the tip inside. Tease yourself.”
“Oh that really feels good!” I moaned. “Where are you now? Are you touching yourself?”
“What do you think?” he said.
“Are you hard?”
“Yes!”
“God, I wish you were here,” I told him.
“I am,” he said. “You just need to picture it. That dick you have inside you, that is me, and this is how I would be with you.” God, he turned me on! His voice, the way he talked. I was panting hard.
“Start going in deeper now. Slowly, until you know you’re ready to take it all.”
“Oh, god, Len, that feels incredible! I think you are amazing.” I could hear his breathing, and the sound of his hand stroking his cock.
“Go faster,” he said. I pressed the dildo deep inside me as quickly as I could. I could feel its fake balls pressing against my ass. “Get the vibrator and put it on your clit, keeping the dildo inside you. Lay the phone on the pillow so I can hear.”
I can’t describe the feeling that came over my body. I had the vibrator pressed hard against my clit while my hand rammed the dildo in and out of my cunt, and Len was talking dirty in my ear. “I want you to come,” he said. “I want to hear you. Do you like being fucked? Do you like me fucking you? Can I come inside you?”
My breathing was heavy and my knees were trembling. “Yes, yes, oh god yes!” I could feel my cream running down the inside of my thighs and I told him I was coming. He said he was too, and we burned up the wires with our vocal climaxes.
Since then our phone sex has continued to progress in intensity. Unfortunately, phone sex is the only sex we can have together, but it feels just fine to me.—T.W., Flint, Michigan
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