How I wanted that cock inside me!
The movement of the man and the woman who were conjoined began to speed up and as I watched, drooling from my soaking pussy, he slammed his hips against her ass, forcing her hands to move up and down on the other man's cock. She didn't need to do anything now, other than hold her hands tightly around his throbbing manhood. I was surprised how much of his tool I could see thrusting into the light, even with her grasping it hand-over-hand. It had to be at least nine inches. As I inserted my fingers into my box and began humping myself, I imagined directing that monster into my own love canal.
The three figures were now moving as one, and their pace was moving toward an obvious climax. With one final thrust of his hips, the man in the rear slammed his cock deep inside the woman and pulled her hips toward his groin as he came inside her. I moaned out loud as my own climax rolled over me, our bodies heaving from the contractions consuming both of us. The man pulled his throbbing cock out of the woman's pussy and I could see it bobbing in the rainbow light as his blood coursed through his glistening shaft. He leaned over and whispered something in the woman's ear, then left the room.
Now's as good a time as ever to make my entrance, I thought.
I figured I'd better get in there before the remaining couple got too hot and heavy. I wasn't sure if the man in front had come yet, but I sensed he wouldn't be disappointed to have two women in the enclosure giving him attention. I opened the door and stepped inside and they turned to face me. The woman was still holding the man's dick in her hands, stroking it softly up and down. He was still hard as a rock, and in obvious need of satisfaction.
I walked up to the couple and without saying a word and wrapped my hands around the woman's, feeling the heat emanating from the man's member. She released her hands to permit me freer access and I squeezed his manhood as hard as I could. It had to be at least six inches in circumference and even longer than I thought. I could feel him pulsating in my hands and I leaned in to kiss him. He moaned softly as I flicked my thumb over his head and felt his pre-cum leak onto my hand. The woman leaned forward and joined us in a three-way kiss, while her hand cupped and played with the man's balls.
I could sense his passion rising as the two of us gave him a glorious two-way handjob, but I wanted to save him for something else. There was no way I was going to let this beautiful hard cock go to waste by letting him cum in my hands. I began lowering myself, kissing his sculpted chest and washboard abs. His bush was neatly trimmed with just a bit of stubble on his pubis, and his balls were smooth as a baby's bottom. I really appreciated a man who shaved down there, especially one with such an impressive package.
When my head reached below his navel, I gobbled up the head of his tool like it was my last meal. I could only get about four inches of him inside my mouth, but I relished every bit of it with my swirling tongue. I hadn't sucked many cocks in my life, but I knew a keeper when I saw one, and this was one spectacular love muscle. While I sucked his serpent, the other woman moved behind him, cupping and squeezing his balls. Maybe she was doing something else to him back there, because suddenly his hip movements escalated in urgency.
I didn't mind the idea of him cumming in my mouth, but I didn't want to diminish any of his virility before clamping another part of my body around this python. I pulled my mouth off his cock and lifted myself up, licking his sweating torso with my open tongue. When I reached his face, I plunged my erect tongue into his mouth. The thrusting and swirling action left little doubt that I wanted to be properly fucked by him.
Screw the other girl. She’d already gotten her piece of the action—now it was my turn.
I turned around and began rubbing my slick ass against his dribbling pole. I slipped his erection between my cheeks and shifted up and down, giving it a tantalizing massage. He pulled back a little and grabbed his cock, trying to steer it into my anus, but I wasn't having any of that. Maybe later, if I was still in the mood, but right now I needed that throbbing monster up inside my pussy. I wanted to feel him fucking me the old-fashioned way, filling me with his manhood, stimulating my G-spot, stretching me to the limit.
I reached between my legs and grabbed the sticky head of his prick and directed it toward my wet opening. He was only too happy to oblige, and after I poked it inside the front door, he slowly pushed it in all the way. I gasped at the thickness and depth of his intrusion as I clamped down on his throbbing meat like a bear trap. There was no way I was letting him escape until I was fully satisfied. He reached around and grabbed my tits with both hands, squeezing them gently while he thrust his shaft in and out of my love canal. I could feel my clitoral hood sliding back and forth over my nib as he pulled and stretched my labia with every thrust of his giant cock.
I could have easily come from this movement without any other stimulation, but as if reading my thoughts, the woman circled around and began rubbing her breasts against mine, heightening my ecstasy. She kissed me passionately, and I moaned and grunted from the pleasure consuming me. My hands wrapped around her waist as I grasped her buttocks in each hand and pulled her toward me with each thrust of the man behind. We both panted in delight as we ground our pussies together.
Never had I felt such intense pleasure from so many different stimuli at the same time. This was my first threesome, and it had already far exceeded my expectations. I would have been happy to come this way, sandwiched between two lovers, but perhaps sensing the new experience for me, the woman pulled out of our lip lock and began to move her head down my body. She cupped and played with my breasts, sucking and flicking my tender nipples with her soft, slippery tongue. I moaned, listening to the popping sound my erect nipples made when they slid in and out of her suckling mouth.
I pulled her face into my chest, begging her to continue. But after a few minutes, she pulled away and moved lower. Slowly— tantalizingly—she kissed and nibbled her way down my body until she got to my soaking pubis. She paused and kissed it gently, then nibbled her way down the edges of my labia as the man slammed his cock in and out of me.
“Oh God!" I panted, practically fainting from the intensity of the pleasure building up inside me. The idea of being serviced on both ends by two different partners was driving me insane. I pushed my mound toward her face and tilted my hips so my clit was level with her lips. When her tongue found my button and her lips surrounded me, I grabbed the back of her head with both hands and pulled her tightly into me.
"Fuck, yes," I panted. "Fuck me," I shouted to no one in particular. I wanted to be fucked from both sides. Fill me with your serpent and flick me with your tongue, I thought. I want to soak you with my juices and feel you throbbing deep inside me.
I slammed my mound into the woman's face and face-fucked her with all my energy as she sucked my clit into her mouth and rolled her soft tongue over its head. I was seconds away from having the strongest orgasm of my life.
"Yes—yes!" I screamed, as I bucked and whimpered from the intense pleasure racking my body. The man sensed I was about to come, and I could feel his thrusting increase in intensity. I felt his hot breath on my back as he panted in unison with me. I looked down at the rainbow stripes washing over our thrashing bodies and closed my eyes, tilting my head back. This was as close to heaven as I could imagine.
When I was ready to come, I didn't hold anything back. I screamed like a wild animal, fucking the woman's face while the man slammed his cock up inside me in a series of final rhythmic thrusts, spewing his honey inside me. I temporarily lost strength in my legs, but it didn't matter. The man's hard pole nailed me like a cross, and he held me suspended in the air as I gushed all over the woman's face.
When I finally stopped shaking and began to catch my breath, they both pulled away and turned to face me. We pressed together in a sublime three-way kiss, tasting each other's cum in our mouth. I opened my eyes and as I watched the spectrum of colors wash over our faces, and I couldn't help but smile.
I'd finally found my pot of gold at the end of th
e rainbow.
Volume 3
Naked Yoga
1
Mind and Body
I'd always enjoyed yoga. There was something about the simplicity of it that appealed to me. No weights, no fancy equipment, just me stretching my own body to tone and relax my muscles. For sixty minutes every day, I had my own island of tranquility on my little yoga mat.
But it was more than that. It was the sharing of the experience with like-minded people in the quiet, serene comfort of a yoga studio. Listening to the breathing of my fellow yogis as they stretched and relaxed their bodies inches away from me. For the longest time, I never found anything sexual about the practice. We were just focused on connecting with our own bodies and freeing our minds of extraneous thoughts.
But my recent encounters at the dinner party and in the dark room had given me a new appreciation for the female form. Most of the participants in my advanced class were women, longstanding members with exquisitely toned bodies. And they all wore tight spandex leggings and tops that hugged every curve and valley of their figures.
For some reason, in today's class I was far more interested in focusing on what other people were doing than channeling my own chakra. As I transitioned from one pose to another, I couldn't help looking out the corner of my eye at the women surrounding me while they spread their legs and arched their bodies in ever more suggestive poses.
When the instructor asked us to move into the plank position, I stole furtive glances at the women facing me, as their breasts clenched tightly together between their outstretched arms. When we did lunges, I peeked between their legs to see if I could detect the outline of their labia in their tights. When we did the wide-angle forward bend, I ground my pussy into my mat trying to stimulate my tingling love button. And when we moved into the plow position, I fantasized about crouching over their upturned asses and rubbing our pussies together like Emma and I had done in the dark room.
The instructor's gentle exhortations were a blur in the background as my mind raced with lascivious thoughts. I'm sure she would have disapproved of my breaking the cardinal rule of yoga, which was to free your mind and let the distractions of the day melt away. But in my case, something else was melting. The more turned on I got, the more aware I became of the growing wet spot between my legs. I couldn't stop imagining all the positions I wanted to get into with my yoga partners. When we moved into the bridge position and thrust our hips upwards, all I could think about was fucking someone—anyone—as I ground my mound against an imaginary partner.
The more I thought about it, the more excited I got. I began to undress the women with my eyes, imagining what they'd look like doing their poses in the buff. Occasionally, I'd catch some of them stealing glances in my direction.
Were they having the same fantasies as me?
When the instructor guided us into the wide-leg balance position, where we spread our legs and grasped our elevated toes, I thought I was going to faint. So many beautiful women were opening themselves up to me, daring me not to stare at the joint between their legs. I had to will my body to stay in place as I mimicked their pose. My glutes wanted to crawl like a sand crab across the floor until our bodies touched, pressing our pussies and breasts together.
By this time, the wet spot between my legs had grown completely out of control. I could no longer pretend that it was just sweat running down my legs or my ass from the tension of holding the poses. I excused myself and gathered my mat, holding it in front of me as I walked toward the women's change room. When I got into the locker room, I went into one of the stalls and quickly closed the door behind me. I lowered my tights and began jilling my clit furiously, trying to stifle my moans in case anyone else entered the room. It didn't take more than a minute for me to come hard, as I hunched over and stood panting, my back leaning against the stall door.
After I collected myself, I grabbed a towel and headed into a shower stall. I turned on the warm spray from the overhead faucet and felt the water trickle over my tender breasts. As my nipples hardened, I reflected back on what had happened in the yoga studio. I unconsciously bent over into a downward dog pose and felt the stream spray on my exposed ass and pussy. The feeling of being naked, imagining myself performing my yoga pose as other women watched me was electrifying. Within seconds, I had another powerful orgasm as I held my ankles, shaking in convulsions.
Ten minutes later, after I'd changed into street clothes and other women began filtering into the change room, I noticed one of them glance at me with a knowing smile.
Maybe I wasn't the only one who harbored this fantasy of naked yoga, I thought.
I resolved to investigate the idea further when I got home...
2
Master of My Destiny
As soon as I got home after work that day, I sat down in front of my computer. The fantasy I'd envisioned at the yoga studio earlier in the day had awakened a yearning for me to go further—to explore how far I could take the concept of uniting my mind and body to experience true enlightenment. Except in my case, the enlightenment I was seeking had more to do with a sexual awakening than one of mind or spirit.
If yoga was all about being captains of our own ships so we could learn to be the best versions of ourselves, it was time for me to take matters into my own hands. I opened the Google search box and typed in the words 'naked yoga'. Much to my surprise and delight, I got three hits. The first two were discussion groups between people who enjoyed practicing yoga alone in the buff, talking about how liberating and relaxing they found it to be. But the third result had a short description of a studio that held 'tantric yoga’ sessions.
I clicked on the link and the page opened with pictures of beautiful men and women posing stark naked in familiar yoga positions. Their bodies were turned in such a fashion that their genitals were hidden, but their naked buttocks and chests left little to the imagination. A text block below the images talked about the benefits of practicing yoga in the nude and how it freed our minds and spirits to focus on every aspect of our physicality. It cited a study that said yoga improves sexual desire, arousal, lubrication, orgasm, and sexual satisfaction. And it talked about how tantric techniques could be used to prolong and elevate sexual pleasure.
But the rest of the website was shy on details as to what these so-called tantric techniques involved and how they were put into practice within the sessions. There were only two other links on the page—one to schedule a session and another simply marked 'Contact'. I clicked the Contact link, and it offered three options: Phone, Email, or Chat. I didn't feel comfortable yet talking with someone over the phone, so I clicked the Chat link.
A chat window opened and someone named Soraya began typing in the chat box.
'Hi, I'm Soraya,' she said. 'How can I help you?'
I panicked for a moment, realizing I hadn't actually prepared to talk with someone yet about such a personal subject.
'I'm looking for more information about your naked yoga classes,' I tentatively typed.
'Sure,' Soraya said. 'What would you like to know?'
Geez, I thought. How can I put this delicately?
I didn't want to be too blunt, but I didn't want to be too opaque either. I needed more information about their service, but I didn't want to be too presumptive.
I'll just go slow and see what they reveal.
'How many people typically attend your classes?' I began.
'It varies from session to session,' Soraya replied, 'but we normally get between ten and twenty.'
'Is it open to all ages and genders?'
'Our classes are open to men, women, and transgender individuals over the age of eighteen.'
Transgender individuals? That could be interesting.
'Is clothing optional?' I asked.
'We start every session with a disrobing ceremony, where participants are asked to remove their garments. The absence of clothes weaves together naturalist and yogic practices that aims to bring about increased freedom, intimacy, and re
laxation.'
Now for the tough question.
'Are session participants encouraged to interact with one another?'
'We have three levels of classes,' Soraya replied. 'Each new member is encouraged to start at the beginning level and step through to the advanced level as they become more comfortable. The level of involvement with other participants increases at each level.'
'What happens at the beginning level?'
'The first level, Meditation, is all about getting in touch with one's own body and experiencing the freedom of yoga unencumbered by any outside trappings. This is where you learn to explore and revel in the sensations of your own body by practicing the various asanas in the nude.'
Revel in the sensations of one's own body. I like the sound of that. But I was hoping for more.
'When do we begin to engage our partners?' I asked.
'The second level, Namaste, is where you choose a partner and help one another stretch and hold poses. This is where you learn to respect the divinity of your partner while guiding them to expand their horizons.'
Respect their divinity, indeed. I wondered just how far this 'helping' would be allowed to go.
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