I feel myself falling into a warm, dark, inviting tunnel, telling me that I’m ready to come again. You read this from my moans and slight shudder and retreat again.
Positioning your head over my breasts, you kiss and suck on each nipple again. You kiss up me to my lips. Now our lips touch—just touch, not kissing—and you whisper that you’re going to take me as your own now and make us one. Then you press your lips firmly on mine. As our tongues make love, you plunge your manhood deep in me. We both cry out.
Plunge after plunge, you move slowly and firmly, pausing at each deepest point. You speed up and keep thrusting. After a while, you pull all the way out and tell me to turn on my tummy. I do, positioning myself facedown, bent-kneed, with my legs spread slightly apart and my bottom in the air.
You dive—deep, hard, and fast. I cry while arching up and backward. Thrust after thrust, speeding up and slowing down, you dive deep, as deep as you can go, holding my hips and pulling me to you firmly.
You lean over me, put your hand on my throat, pull me backward, up toward you, and kiss the back of my neck as you thrust a few more times. Then you reach around and hold my breasts with both hands, pulling me to you with each thrust, nuzzling my hard nipples with your palms. It feels sensational, rocking back and forth with each other.
You move your hands back to my hips to guide me firmly to you again. I reach down and back between my legs as best I can and tug lightly on your balls while you thrust deep. You let out a low moan. On your out stroke, I wrap my fingers around your cock, so that you’re now gliding through them on the in stroke, spreading my lips slightly for fuller penetration.
You quicken your thrusts, and with a dozen or so more of them finally shudder, cry out, and fill me with your cream.
We fall to the bed and breathe as one for a few moments, while we catch our breath. You roll off me, and I roll over onto my side, with my back facing you. You roll up behind me and reach around to cup one of my breasts, and we fall asleep, our desires spent, deep in each other’s love.
—L.R., New Orleans, Louisiana
What Except Romance Would You Expect in a Mountain Cabin?
You arrive at a cabin in the mountains. Inside on a table you find two glasses and a bottle of expensive wine, along with a note (with lipstick kisses!) telling you to follow the rose petals up the stairs, bringing the wine and glasses with you.
Climbing the stairs, you can’t help but wonder what awaits. What is she wearing? Is her hair pulled up, or is it down? Is she lying in bed or in a bath filled with bubbles? You open the bedroom door and see me standing across the room, wearing a long dark blue nightgown made of lace. Soft music is playing, and there are rose petals on the bed. I look at you, wondering if you get my hint that I want to make passionate love to you. You pour wine into each of our glasses, walk slowly to me, kiss my cheek, and hand me a glass. After we’ve both had a few sips, you set the wineglasses down, put your hands around my face and kiss me with passion. Totally taken by the moment, I take your shirt off and rub my hands up and down you.
You pick me up and lay me down gently on the bed. You take off my nightgown, so all of me is within reach of your hands. You begin kissing my neck, then move down to my breasts. When you get to my thighs, chills are running all through my body. You flick my clit with your tongue, which is pure arousal for me. I let out a soft moan.
You kiss your way back up my body, and we embrace, indulging in a long erotic kiss. I roll you over on your back, remove the rest of your clothes, and kiss and nibble your body. I grab your hard cock in my hand and stroke it. I take the head in my mouth and caress it with my tongue and lips.
I work my way back up to your lips. After we kiss romantically, I tell you to take me into the bathroom. You pick me up and carry me there. Candles light the room, and the bath is filled with bubbles. You set me in the water, then join me. I climb on top of you, slip your hard-on in my pussy and massage it with my “other” lips. Your hands move all over me.
It feels so good that I dig my nails into your back. I grab your face and kiss you with everything I have left. I ride you harder and faster. I know you want to come but are holding off. I climb off you, and we both get on our knees, with me facing away from you, leaning over the edge of the tub. You slide your cock in my ass. As you thrust in me, I grab the waterproof dildo and slide it in my pussy. The vibration makes you pound me harder until you explode.
You slip out of me and kiss me. Then I finish washing you. I whisper in your ear, “Baby, the night has only begun.” We get out of the tub, slip on our robes, and resume work on that lovely bottle of wine.
—S.H., Victoria, British Columbia
Facing a Long Car Ride, What Can You Do to Pass the Time?
A good friend and I went into town one day to shop and do some errands. It took us a half-hour just to get there, since we live in the country. We were the type of friends you could call “friends with benefits.” We fooled around with each other and sent each other pictures and videos of us masturbating. We always talked dirty to each other, if we were just joking around or if we were being serious. And I loved it. It always got my pussy wet and his cock throbbing. It drove both of us crazy, and we knew it.
While I drove, he got to talking about our past experiences, remembering how on one occasion my pussy smelled and tasted really sweet. A tingly feeling came over my entire body. He had his hand on my thigh, moving closer to my most inner part, between my legs. He rubbed my thigh, and while he told me every detail of his naughty and dirty thoughts, my jeans became damp in the center. My outer lips were swollen, the whole area throbbed, and my clit hardened.
The half-hour trip was a little longer than usual, as we teased each other for over an hour. He would pull out his hard dick and stroke it in front of me. With every stroke, clear come puddled at the tip of his head. As much as I tried to focus on driving, I couldn’t help but watch. Jesus, I wanted him!
At every red light I found myself leaning my head into his lap to suck the come off his cock. Just watching him play with himself and listening to him say sexual things turned me on to where I could have came without him touching me.
It got to be around lunchtime, so we stopped at a burger joint. He said he wanted to sit somewhere where he could play with my pussy under the table. Instead, knowing the sexual tension we had, I sat us at the bar for some drinks.
While we sat there, I told him how wet he made my panties, and how much it turned me on every time I sucked his cock in the car, and how much I loved to watch him stroke his hard dick. He said he wanted to see my panties so that he could breathe in my scent and taste my creamy come.
Good girl that I am, before we left I went to the rest room and took my panties off. I had a big smile as I got in the car, and just by looking at me he knew what I had done. Without hesitation, I handed him my wet thong. With a huge smile, he wrapped it around his hand and inhaled deeply. Every deep breath he took turned me on more, seeing how he loved it.
He put the wettest part of the thong in his mouth and licked my cream. I kept getting hotter as he worked the thong over with his mouth. I wanted my lips wrapped around his cock bad, but I wanted it deep inside me, too. All I could think about was fucking him, riding that hard, throbbing cock on my kitchen table. I couldn’t wait to get him home.
On our way back from town, he told me to take off my pants, saying he wanted to smell and taste my pussy up close and personally. I put the car on cruise control and set one leg high on the dashboard so he could lick all the way down my pussy lips. His soft tongue made my clit hard, and my lips swelled as he licked and nibbled from one to the other. He pulled back to look at my swollen pussy, then started smacking it and playing with my clit.
I saw a string of my juices stretched from my pussy to his fingers. When he started a repeat session of sucking and licking every inch of my lips, I moaned and, keeping one hand on the wheel, pushed the back of his head deeper in my pussy, so he’d get every ounce of my juices on his chin, because
after he was done, I licked it all off his face. I’d never felt anything like it before. He licked my pussy clean till we got closer to my house.
The moment we stepped into the house, he practically ripped my clothes off me while pushing me toward the kitchen table—just like I had imagined! He laid me on the table, pushed my legs apart, and licked and bit slowly up my thighs, teasing my pussy. I fought back orgasm, not wanting it yet. I wanted more.
After a while I thought it should be his turn, so I lifted his head from my crotch and licked his chin clean, then told him to strip and lie on the table. With his cock hard and throbbing, I kissed his sac, then licked my way up his twitching shaft. He teased me by moving his cock up and down, turning me on even more.
I wrapped my lips around the head, then worked my way down, stroking with my mouth from balls to tip. His deep moans got louder, making me even hotter. When I couldn’t take it anymore, needing that cock now, I forced my way on top of him and pinned his chest to the table when he tried to get up. I reached for his cock and slid it past my wet lips inside my pussy. I fucked him for a few minutes, loving being in control, and I kept fucking him till my body tingled and I finally reached orgasm.
As I was finishing he threw me off, picked me up, and carried me to the bed, where he laid me down with a force that said he meant business, then shoved his hard-on into me. The faster he fucked me, the more I screamed—for more!
He saw my vibrator sitting on the nightstand and grabbed it. He stuck it in slowly at first, watching my pussy lips grab onto it. He pulled it back out slowly, then pushed in again. Gradually he moved it faster and harder. I felt myself heading toward another climax and told him to slow down a little so he could see my lips pulse as I came.
We both shouted, “Ohmygod” as I came. Afterward, I grabbed my toy and tossed it aside. I still needed to feel his cock inside me. I took hold of his arms and pulled his hot body on top of me, and soon enough I felt his cock buried in my throbbing pussy. I grabbed his ass and pulled him harder to me. He held me close to his hot sweaty body. I loved the feel and sound of his balls slapping the bottom of my pussy with every stroke.
He flipped me over so I could ride him again. I sat bolt upright on top of him, grinding my clit on his pubic bone while pinching his nipples. As he was about to come, he let out a scream. I watched his face intently as he exploded inside me.
As our bodies dripped with sweat, I was sure we both knew that this was a day we would never forget.
—M.L., Sandy, Utah
When He Can’t Find a Hooker for a Client, His Wife Agrees to Step In
I want to fill you in on an ongoing situation that I have mixed emotions about. I have an important business client named Richard, who lives in a city about 150 miles away. About six months ago he called to say that he was going to be in our city overnight in a couple of weeks, and wanted to be fixed up with a hooker while he was in town. Well, being a happily married man, I didn’t know any hookers, and was at a loss as to how to make contact with one. Over the next week Richard called more than once to remind me of his desire, but though I tried my best I was still unable to locate the kind of woman he was asking for.
Since my wife, Sheila, and I discuss everything, I told her about Richard’s request, and my seeming inability to satisfy it. Sheila seemed quite interested in the situation and kept asking about my progress. Then one night, during foreplay, she astounded me by saying that if all else failed, she would take care of the situation. I thought she was kidding at first, but soon decided that she wasn’t. I was so surprised I didn’t even know how to react.
As the day of Richard’s arrival approached, I’d still had no success in finding a hooker. When Sheila offered to go with me to see him, I was ambivalent, but I agreed when she said that she would just come along and see what happened—even though I was pretty sure of what would happen.
When Richard arrived he called me from his hotel and asked me to bring the girl to his room before dinner, as he might want sex for an appetizer. Sheila quickly got ready to come with me, seeming rather pleased that the situation had developed as it had. In his hotel room I introduced my wife to Richard by her first name only. He expressed his approval and stated that she didn’t look like a hooker. Sheila told him she was a housewife and only did this on the side, which seemed to please him more than ever.
To my surprise he took control immediately, saying that he wanted to see the merchandise and asked Sheila to take off her clothes so he could take a look. My wife did as he requested without hesitation. Richard then took off his own clothes, revealing a cock at least ten inches long and very thick. He sat down in a chair and said, “Okay, baby, come over here and suck my dick.”
Again Sheila obeyed him without a pause. As she was sucking him on her knees, he said to me, “Why don’t you take off your clothes and fuck her doggie-style while she blows me.”
Well, he was the client, after all. I did as he suggested, and it didn’t take long before we were all coming.
After that Richard said, “Okay, let’s go eat. We can fuck some more later.” My wife seemed to like his direct attitude, and she made some approving comments about his manhood as we got dressed.
The three of us went out to a steakhouse and had a great meal, but both Richard and Sheila seemed anxious to get back to the hotel. When we did, I was amazed at Richard’s stamina. He gave my wife maybe the best screwing she had ever had.
After several hours of continuous sex, Sheila said she had to go. Richard wanted her to stay all night, and she promised she would the next time. That was when I knew I had started something.
Richard now makes a point of coming to our city about once a month, and he always wants me to get the same call girl. Of course this hasn’t been a problem, since the call girl is my wife.
When I mentioned to Sheila that she seemed to be becoming addicted to sex with Richard, she replied that she was just living out a fantasy, and that every woman fantasizes about being a hooker, as well as about having two men at the same time. “And don’t forget about the big dick!” she added.
I do have to admit it is a lot of fun for me, too. I enjoy watching her suck his cock, and I really love fucking her along with him. But at times I am still a little jealous, especially of his big dick. But then, things could he worse. He could be a local guy!
—Name and address withheld
When a Gal Is Used to a Big Dick, It’s Not Easy for Her to Settle for Less
My wife Lana and I are an interracial couple, married for only two years. We are both in our late 20s and enjoy a very active sex life. Lana is a dark-complexioned black woman, almost six feet tall, with long soft thick hair, big sparkling brown bedroom eyes, full lips, a thin waist, a firm flat stomach, a pair of round soft cocoa-colored breasts with long dark nipples, a skirt-stretching bootie that juts way out behind her, and a thick growth of pubic hair between her long sexy legs. As for me, I am just your average-looking white guy who loves and enjoys her.
Lana surprised me the other night while we were curled up in bed together. She said she had found something that belonged to me while cleaning the house that day. She nudged her face into my neck, her breath warming my skin, and softly glided her long-fingered hand over my bare chest as she asked me to guess what she’d found. She was wearing a thin satin nightie and pair of thong panties, while I wore only a pair of white briefs. When I said I had no idea what it could be, she gave me a knowing smile and got up, saying, “Just relax, baby. I’ll be right back.”
Lana returned to the bedroom with a couple of cassette tapes and asked me if they looked familiar. I immediately began to blush as I confessed that they were sex movies I had bought some time ago, and had almost forgotten about.
Lana was grinning. “So tell me, baby,” she said. “What turns you on the most in those movies? Never mind, I think I already know.” Still standing, she turned her back to me, and I watched as she slowly and sensuously lifted her nightie up and over her head, then dropped it on the flo
or. Then she bent down, turning her head to look into my eyes with a devilish smile while she slowly peeled her panties down over her luscious brown ass and long sexy legs.
Lana then walked over to the VCR and popped in one of the cassettes. She flicked off the light and curled up next to me again while waiting for the tape to begin running. I must confess at this point that I’ve always been self-conscious about my rather small penis. Lana never complained, but I know she must wish I were bigger. There were times while we were engaged in really hot lovemaking when I could tell she needed me to go deeper inside her than I could manage. She would spread her legs as wide as she could, bending them way back and begging me to fill her up, which I could never do.
The scene on the tape began with a black chick working in a kitchen. She was barefoot, wearing a pair of tight denim shorts and a halter top, with a wedding band clearly visible on her finger. After a minute the doorbell rang and she rushed to answer it. There stood a tall, sexy-looking black dude. She invited him in and told him to make himself comfortable, saying that her husband had just left to pick up a few things and would be back soon. She offered him a drink, and when he accepted she went to the kitchen to make it, then returned and sat down next to him on the sofa.
They began some small chit-chat, but soon he began to glide his fingertips ever so slowly up along the flesh of her thigh. At first she pretended not to be aware of what he was doing, but soon she put down her drink and began kissing him. Between kisses, she warned him that her husband might catch them, but the man just chuckled.
After a minute he sat back and watched as the woman slowly undid his belt, pulled down his zipper, and then knelt on the floor in front of him. She tugged down his pants to reveal a long thick black snake hanging down between his dark muscular legs.
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