Big Bad Ass Book of Sex

by Nancy Armstrong

  “No rest for the wicked!” Lindy teased, finding Julie’s lips with her own yet again. Feeling how breathless Julie was as she pushed her tongue into her mouth, Lindy felt herself going over the edge in just a moment as Julie’s fingers moved right down onto her clitoris and increased the pressure. Lindy murmured into Julie’s mouth as she lost her grip on reality, slowly letting herself fall over the cliff of pleasure. “Right there, right there, yes!” she exclaimed as she went perfectly still and came. Hard. For several moments.

  As Lindy came down, Tricia cleared her throat. Julie and Lindy both giggled and turned their attention to Tricia. Julie leaned down and took a hard nipple into her mouth as Lindy’s hands found what they were looking for: One lightly teased Tricia’s clitoris as the other traced around her vagina and then moved inside it. Lindy leaned over and kissed Tricia’s earlobe then, gently licking the soft flesh and then blowing ever so softly on it. That was it; that was all Tricia needed, and Lindy had known it.

  “Oh damn, yes! Yes! Yes! I’m there, I’m there, yes!” she yelled, and then she collapsed into her friends, giggling.

  “Oh, gosh, that’s right; she said she always cracks up after she comes,” Lindy noted, giggling herself.

  Julie joined in, too. “I guess we know each other pretty well, huh?”

  “I guess so,” Tricia said, still panting.

  “I guess we didn’t need to meet any guys tonight, right?” Julie said, recalling their earlier conversation.

  They all looked at one another, then burst out laughing again.

  PHOTO FINISH

  C. M. Bradley

  I’ve been a professional photographer and owner of my own studio for just over ten years. To attract new business, I began what is called boudoir photography. For those of you who aren’t aware of what that involves, it usually consists of a curious woman who wants to take revealing portraits of herself for a significant other. I wasn’t aware of how many people in my area would be interested in this type of photograph. During the sessions, I had a few customers ask if I did videos as well. Initially, the answer was no. However, after numerous requests, I expanded my craft to include boudoir videos. I found that most people wanted that kind of work done within their homes, so I had to expand with the times and take my work on the road.

  I received a request for boudoir photographs from Ms. Sandra H. She’s an outgoing young woman who works as a store manager in the local Super Store. Upon arriving at her home, which she shares with Mark, her fiancé, I received a warm greeting. She insisted that I call her Sandy. Sandy and I sat in her airy kitchen, where she prepared some coffee and began explaining that the photographs were an anniversary gift. Sandy had specific ideas and poses. She thought she should run them past me before we started. Her ideas were a little unusual and definitely fell within the realm of the erotic. However, I agreed, and she escorted me into the bedroom so that I could set up my equipment.

  Sandy entered the room wearing a robe and carrying adult toys. She arranged the bed, and I discreetly arranged the lighting equipment along with the crotch of my pants. I suggested a few practice shots with her robe on to give us both a chance to get comfortable with the setting. Even before she removed her robe, I could see that she was more endowed than I had suspected. After approximately twenty minutes, we took a break and chatted. That was when Sandy openly revealed that she wanted some of the photos to appear as if she were having intercourse with another man. Sandy confided in me that it was her fiancé’s fantasy to see her having sex with another man. She didn’t mind his fantasy because she secretly desired it as well, only her profession and personality didn’t afford her the opportunity to act on that fantasy. She related that she trusted me because of my reputation and had thus far been very satisfied with my level of service.

  After our brief respite, we returned to the makeshift photo studio and began the actual session. Gradually, Sandy opened her robe, revealing her smooth, milky skin. She was shy at first but warmed up to the camera and me like a pro. After several teasing poses were completed, the poses became more graphic. Nipples and pubic hair became visible with each feminine pose. Hand placement became critical and most arousing. I knew she saw the erection I was sporting in my loose-fitting trousers, but I maintained a professional demeanor. After a sufficient selection of shots had been taken, Sandy broke out an “ethnic” dildo. The dildo was as dark as me but put me to shame in length and girth.

  Sandy appeared uncomfortable as she explained, “In my fantasies, I am being penetrated by my Mandingo.” She blushed as she felt the need to apologize again and again.

  I just replied with, “Sandy, it was toys like that one that kept me in demand during my college years.”

  My humorous response brought a smile to her face and visible relaxation to her voluptuous body. It had been determined that my shots would not reveal that the adult toy was just a prop. The photos would have to show her face and appear as though a man, a black man, were pleasuring her.

  The shots included oral, which was not a problem. The rear entry shots were a little trickier. I must admit that some of my repositioning of the prop while it was protruding from her orifice might have been unnecessary. But I think we both enjoyed the hell out of it. Our final poses consisted of her lying on her back and fully inserting the prop into her now obviously juicy center. I did the best I could to achieve the objective, but from the sensuous, preoccupied look on her face I didn’t think it mattered.

  We collected ourselves and proceeded into the living room, where I arranged a viewing of our digital endeavor. Sandy sat on the couch with a fresh cup of coffee, wearing only her robe, and crossed her legs. The view of her leg through her partially opened robe was breathtaking. I had suddenly become a leg man. I stood next to the screen like an instructor teaching a captivated classroom of students. As each photo appeared on the large plasma screen, one more erotic than the next, I could tell she was pleased with what she was viewing. The look on her face and the way she recrossed her legs indicated that something was going on in her nether region. We discussed a possible future project involving video as she wrote a check. Sandy expected that Mark would love the photos and acquiesce to her request for a video. We exchanged eye contact and mischievous smirks as I departed from her home.

  A week later, Sandy contacted me, relating that Mark had indeed loved the photos. According to Sandy, the only problem Mark would have had with the session was that if in fact someone was having sex with her, he would have wanted to be there. It seemed to me that Sandy expressed that statement with a hint of glee in her voice. Sandy also related that Mark had agreed to participate in her proposed video project. Sandy and I then scheduled an appointment that Mark could attend. I agreed to meet them at their house so that we could get started immediately once the terms were set.

  I arrived and was greeted by Mark. We shook hands, and he immediately began praising my work. I was escorted into the living room, where Sandy was enjoying a drink. Mark offered me a refreshment while he prepared one for himself. I graciously declined and prepared to get down to business. Mark then ran the photo session as a slide show on their large television. Each erotic shot of his lovely Sandy was clicking across the screen while we discussed his critique of the poses. Mark took great care in describing the graphic situations he wanted me to capture. His primary concern was capturing Sandy giving him oral pleasure. Displaying the previous shots and discussing them with me was an effective way of making me aware that he was comfortable with the proposed graphic scenes. Sandy appeared pensive, almost as if she were scheming at the opposite end of the room. It wasn’t until later that I discovered what Sandy had in mind. She was allowing Mark and me to get better acquainted before she put her plan into action.

  Upon the completion of our discussion, everyone was clear on the graphic nature of the anticipated video. The terms were agreed on, and Mark left the room. Sandy remained behind allegedly to escort me to the bedroom with my equipment.

  Sandy used that opp
ortunity to say, “I would consider it a tremendous favor if you would participate in the action once the video is completed.”

  I didn’t quite know how to respond. Sandy then reminded me, “It’s Mark’s fantasy to watch me having sex with another man.” Sandy also said, “When the time is right, I’ll give you a signal.”

  I just mumbled, “We’ll see.”

  Sandy and Mark returned, wearing their appropriate attire, and waited for me to give them their cue. Once again, we took a practice run through a few positions so that we could all get comfortable. After a short break in which the final details were discussed, I prepared the camera and gave them the signal.

  The erotic vignette began with Mark entering the bedroom wearing his bathrobe. Sandy was sitting on the bed in her negligee reading a book. He began kissing her on her ankles and working his way up her inner thighs. He then forcefully stretched her out onto the bed, opened her gown to reveal her breasts, and plunged his face between her legs. Once a close-up of the oral gratification was captured, he kissed way up her body to her nipples. I moved back for a wider angle to capture his stiffening member dangling out of his robe and trailing up her leg. Close-ups of Mark sucking and licking Sandy’s nipples looked excellent through the camera’s viewfinder. As planned, Mark then moved up and gave Sandy some passionate kisses.

  After a few moments, Sandy took charge and pushed Mark onto his back. I was able to position myself just in time to film her straddling Mark and adjusting his member until it was nestled neatly in the crack of her ass. That view was obscured when Mark reached up and gently slid her sheer gown off her shoulders, allowing it to fall onto his legs. As he massaged her breasts, it was obvious that true emotion was flowing between them. Sandy leaned down and gave Mark a deep kiss. Her kisses and probing tongue moved slowly down his torso, stopping at his stiff cock. Sandy began working her magic on him. She had definitely perfected the art of fellatio. I now knew why Mark wanted to make sure Sandy’s mastery of oral sex skills was captured on film. I could watch that for years to come myself. Sandy’s saliva coated Mark’s genitals, which were devoid of hair. At that point it was obvious that Mark had temporarily taken up residence on cloud nine.

  Sandy then used her index finger to beckon me to join the action and pointed to her ass, which was raised in the air. Initially I was hesitant, but I mentally referred to our discussions during the planning phase. I placed the camera on the tripod and removed only my pants. I positioned myself behind Sandy and pulled my throbbing tool and testicle sack through the slit of my boxers. My stiff dick easily slipped between the folds of skin as a result of the ample amount of natural lubrication supplied by Sandy. I watched my cock slowly disappear inside her. I could feel every ridge of her tight love canal as I entered. Once I obtained full penetration, my rhythm quickened. I held on to her waist and gave her full and steady thrusts. With each stroke, her juice matted my pubic hairs and dampened my boxers.

  I was nearing my peak when the sound of my body slapping against Sandy’s ass and Mark reaching his peak distracted me. I slowed my pace, opened my eyes, and observed Mark’s body tensing up. Sandy began rolling Mark’s cock across her cheek and lips. She was lovingly controlling the expulsion of his ejaculate onto her face. It was at that moment that I realized the difference between making love and having sex. Despite the sensations in my loins, I was doing the latter and felt like I was intruding. I quickened my pace so as not to fall too far behind Mark’s completion. I completed a few more full strokes within that tight, wet pulsating canal and erupted. I released my firm grasp on Sandy’s waist, watched my dick slowly regress from her moist crevice, and stepped back to catch my breath. I then observed my liquid release leaking down Sandy’s thigh. Yes, I admit that I was quite pleased with myself.

  As Mark was rising from the bed, I returned my manhood to my boxers and began gathering my equipment. Mark proceeded to the bathroom without a word. Sandy sighed and stretched out on the bed.

  She interrupted my packing by asking me to come over to the bed. I stepped closer and she stated, “I wanna taste it.”

  Before the gears in the big head could turn, Sandy reached into my boxers and pulled out the little head. I felt my flaccid penis sliding past her wet lips and touching the back of her throat.

  The subsequent growth was stunted by Mark’s return. Mark paused and appeared to visually scan Sandy’s body from the tip of her toes to her mouth, which was currently engulfing my penis. Mark opened his robe and started massaging his cock until it was fully erect. I remained frozen in time and space. I was unable to achieve a full erection and unable to turn away. As if watching a porno film, I stood there watching until Mark yanked his load across Sandy’s ass and back. Mark had pleasured himself to exhaustion and fell across the bed. Sandy allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth and rolled toward Mark. In the midst of their cuddling, I determined that an immediate exit stage right was in order for me. I grabbed my pants and equipment and headed for the door.

  As I exited the room, Sandy eased off the bed and grabbed her gown. I slipped on my pants as she put on her gown and moved toward me. Sandy whispered, “Thank you,” and reminded me about my fee.

  I found myself strangely aroused by the pungent aroma of sex emanating from Sandy and her shapely figure through that sheer gown, which was daintily being held closed by one hand. I related that she could drop off the check at my studio after they viewed the project. After all, if they didn’t pay, I wouldn’t have exactly felt cheated or wanted to explain that transaction in small claims court. I also said that if they weren’t satisfied with the video, I would gladly schedule a retake. There were those mischievous smirks again as I left and scurried for the sanctuary of my car.

  Although I never did business with Sandy again, I was promptly paid in full and had many referrals as a result of our pleasant encounter.

  SPRING BREAK

  J. M. Thompson

  John sat at the table, slowly sipping his iced tea and watching people walk by the window. He was waiting, hoping to see Joe show up. He wasn’t sure if he would show—he hadn’t been able to talk to him directly. Instead, he had left a message on his voice mail basically telling him he was in town for a day or so and would like to get together.

  In high school and at the start of college, John had had two best friends, Joe and Mike. The three of them were rarely apart. They were the original Three Musketeers and the Three Stooges all rolled into an odd trio. They had finished high school together and headed out to the same university in Montgomery, Alabama. They remained great friends though the first year of college, and although Joe dropped out of school after that, they still hung out together as Mike and John worked through the second year at school. It was during spring break that year that their relationship changed.

  Lifting his glass and nodding his head to the waitress, John got his tea refilled. He tore open a packet of sweetener and poured it into the tea and then took a sip as he remembered how excited the three friends were when they started out on that spring break. They were nearly three-quarters of the way to Pensacola Beach when they finally stopped for lunch.

  John and Mike sat at the table betting on whether Joe would make it back from the jukebox before being accosted by some of the girls there. Joe was the complete ladies’ man with long, straight dark hair that was always perfectly combed and deep dark brown eyes fringed with long eyelashes. He was thin, with features so delicate that he was usually more beautiful than any of the girls who chased him.

  Sure enough, Joe suddenly veered off and sat down with a bunch of girls. Eventually, he would return to his friends’ table with three of the girls, so Mike and John just sat and waited. Mike usually did well enough with the girls. He was a gymnast with blond hair and perfectly sculpted muscles. He didn’t have the delicate features Joe did; he had a more rugged look, a distinctive nose, and a square cut to his jaw. He also was comfortable talking with pretty much anyone, and within minutes he could have even the most reticent person laughin
g out loud. Mike was definitely the clown of the three.

  John was the slow one with the ladies. He was a football player in high school but wasn’t good enough for college ball, and the lack of vigorous exercise at practice caused him to put on some pounds. He wasn’t fat but was heavier than he felt comfortable about. This and his shyness were always problems for him when he met women.

  Redirecting his thoughts back to that spring break, John remembered that it was Rod Stewart’s “Maggie May” playing on the jukebox as Joe appeared at the table and invited the three girls to sit with them. For the next hour or so, Joe had the girls drooling, Mike kept the group laughing, and John sat quietly, worrying that they might not find a hotel with a room available if they didn’t get moving. In the end, it turned out the girls were still in high school, and although Joe and Mike got their phone numbers, they tossed them once they got back in the car.

  “Definite jailbait,” Joe complained, starting his car.

  “Hopefully the girls we meet at the beach will be in college,” Mike replied.

  “In college and ready to party,” Joe said, flooring the car and speeding out toward the highway while the Guess Who blared on the cassette player, “No sugar tonight for coffee.…”

  They arrived late at night but fortunately found a hotel with some vacancies, something that surprised John considering it was spring break. The three of them unloaded Joe’s Plymouth Barracuda and stocked the room. It was after midnight when they finally crashed, Joe and Mike in the beds and John on the couch.

  The next day they found the beach empty. They headed to a local restaurant for breakfast, where they learned that spring break for most of the local schools was not until the following week. That explained how they were able to get the room. They tried to make the best of it, swimming out into the ocean even though it was almost unbearably cold. While on the beach, Mike and Joe actually found a couple of local girls to hit on, but they had to head back to the mainland early in the afternoon. The three guys drank a few beers in the room before going to sleep that night.