HotWife Adventures

I just received an announcement for my tenth High School reunion. I
don’t know if I’ll attend, but it got me thinking about the incredible
changes in my life between then and now.
Ten years ago, one week after graduation, I became a secretary at a
medium-size plastics company. I was attractive (blonde, green eyes, great
complexion, good figure), but I was shy, demure and a virgin — the perfect
product of 12 years in Catholic schools!
Guys in the plant, salesmen, and even some clients flirted with me,
and a few asked me out. I went, but I guess the fact that I didn’t put-out
got around and the dates became fewer and fewer. Continue reading HotWife Adventures

Watching Thru Window

The sun was just starting to set as the cab dropped me off
on the corner of my apartment complex. I’d been flying all day
and was dead tired, all I was looking forward to a hot shower and
a warm bed.

I closed my front door and collapsed into my easy chair for
a few minutes to rest my feet. I disposed of my high heels,
dimmed the light next to the chair and fell back with my eyes
closed to let the hectic day I’d had disappear along with the sun
that slowly drifting below the horizon. I could still see rays
of sunlight peeking across the roof of the house next door.

I must have fallen asleep there in the chair, because when my
eyes opened again, it was dark outside. My own living room was
dark as well, the only illumination coming from a window in the
house next door.. Continue reading Watching Thru Window

Kinky Sex Experience

My name is Wendy, I’m a 30 year old Lesbian and although I’ve had a
lot of Lesbian lovers in my time, I never really been into Kinky sex.
However, Iv’e got to tell you about my Kinkiest sex experiance – god
my pussy gets wet just thinking about it!

I’ll start by describing myself. I’m 5′ 5″, 145 lbs., with Brown hair,
Green eyes. I measure 44-34-38 ( I can be described as Rubinesque ).
My breasts are huge as you can tell and they are very sensitive. I have
above average body hair. I keep my pussy hair well trimmed, although I
somtimes let it, as well as the hair under my arms grow. I love the
sight of a women with lots of hair under her arms. Continue reading Kinky Sex Experience

Hot July

Jenny was hot.

It was 90 degrees outside, the air conditioner had broken down,
and what’s more, she hadn’t had any sex for more than two weeks,
her boyfriend having gone away on a business trip. It was the
middle of a sweltering Saturday afternoon, and she sat alone and naked in
her apartment, the heat making her body shine with sweat.

She thought about her boyfriend, and the night before he left.
Her mouth filled with saliva as she remembered the taste of his
cock on her lips. She moaned and slid one hand down to her cunt,
tenderly stroking her clit. Her other hand cupped her full breasts,
pinching the nipples erect. Her cunt filled the air with the sweet
smell of sex as she got excited. Continue reading Hot July

Business Trip Adventure

Men who travel on business regularly have a unique opportunity to get in
a little fun that for the most part goes to waste. I was luckier than
most on my last trip and spent all my nights with three of the most
sexually active ladies I have ever met. I had initially thought that
this trip could be better than most as I and my traveling companions
Sue, Donna and Eileen headed for the airport but dismissed my thoughts a
fantasy. Little did I know that my fantasies would not hold a candle to
the realities of this trip

After a rather uneventful trip filled with boring conversation we
arrived at the hotel where we were to give a two day training seminar to
a number of company employees. After completing the preliminary setting
up for the next day I suggested we all go out to dinner together. Continue reading Business Trip Adventure

Long Island Couple

I don’t remember exactly how you first approached me. I do remember the
business meeting when you first came in and I noticed how tall and interesting
you were. Not classically handsome, but striking. Such a welcome relief from
all the others. Your sense of humor and your incredible Dutch accent were all
so very intriguing. We were gathered in a small resort on Long Island, in the
dead of winter.

After the mandatory cocktail hour and the never-ending dinner we assembled as
if on command in the bar and that was the first time we had a chance to really
talk. It seemed no time before we were dancing, and you were asking probing
questions. I also remember you stroking my thigh under the tablecloth as the
V.P. was grilling me for specific information about my area of the country.
No fair, no fair, at all!! Continue reading Long Island Couple

Shawn The Sexy Twink

Summer had finally come and I made it up to my uncle’s farm for
a week away from work. All winter in the city, I’d looked
forward to getting up there. And I’d thought a great deal about
Shawn, a lovely 18 year old who I’d known since he was half his
age. Shawn is the middle boy of a dirt poor farm family. I’d
never quite understood how his father made a living on his only
visible means a support, a tiny garage video store. But I’d
enjoyed my visits up there in previous years and I remember
playing around outside with Shawn and his younger brother. We’d
throw frisbees and otherwise clown around. I had never given
Shawn much thought until last summer when as we played, he seemed
to hang around me alot. More than a few times, he slapped me
playfully on the ass. And I remembered the movies we’d seen over
at his house. I knew his dad rented x-rated movies and sometimes
I wondered how many of them he’d watched when his dad wasnt
around. I had recognized some of the titles when I’d browsed the
tapes. There were more than afew which were less plot and more
fucking and sucking. I wondered if he’d seen the sucking.

At Christmas, when I was up for only a day, I managed to go over
to Shawn’s place just to say hello. There he was, on the floor
watching his brother play a video game. I stuck my toe playfully
between the cheeks of his backside and gave him a nudge and a
cheery, “Hi pal…how’ya been?” He turned and grinned and told
me fine. I couldn’t believe his adorable smile. His eyes lit up
as he turned and saw me. Shawn’s hair was longer and he sported
a single earring. We chatted about pretty much nothing but I was
so anxious to put my hands on him, I finally cradled his cheek in
one had while pretending to examine his earring. Holding his
face in my hands was the only touch I had of him last Christmas.
“That’s pretty rock and roll for a farm kid,” I offered, as I
made sure my touch was more of a carress. He lingered and let me
hold him as long as I dared in the room where his older brother
was also watch.

“Yeah, a regular faggot,” his twenty year old brother snorted. I
saw the instant hurt in Shawn’s face. He was embarrassed that
his brother had said such a thing in front of me. I spent days
wondering what that meant…whether he was calling Shawn a faggot
because of the earring or because of something else that had
happend recently. But for the moment, I just winked at him and
sqeezed his cheek lovingly. There would be another time we could
talk about THAT.

Just an hour before I had to end my Christmas, I happened to be
over at his house to say goodbye. He was on the couch, dressed
in a pair of bib overalls and a flannel shirt. All that I
touched of him was his bare feet. We wrestled momentarily and he
stuck a foot up to my face. It was just reaction. I grabbed his
foot as he poked me with it. And I ran my tongue across the
underside of his toes. He seemed abit surprised at that.

“You taste pretty good, lad. I’ll have to remember that!”

He looked away momentarily but he smiled. I just laughed,
reached down and slapped his jeans on the backside.

“Well, I gotta go. Maybe I’ll be around this summer to see ya.”
And with that, I left to make my goodbyes to my uncle and aunt
before I hit the road.

-0-

When the first summer day of my farm vacation started, it wasn’t
an hour before Shawn had spied my car in my uncle’s driveway. He
was over. He just hung by the back door waiting for an
invitation inside. I didn’t hesitate for I had come to the
country to see Shawn as much as I’d come to see my uncle.

“Hi bud,” I said, “good to see ya. Come on in.” I gave him a
one-armed hug, one of those older brotherly kind of hugs that
most people don’t pay much attention to. He was in the house in
a flash and while my uncle and aunt found him obnoxious, they let
it go because they knew we were sort of buddies. They certainly
didn’t know how close we were and how close I’d like to become
with him. He spent the early evening sometimes with me and
sometimes at home.

After a good family dinner and a talk, the evening grew late by
farmers’s standards. It was pushing eight o’clock. I knew my
uncle and aunt would be going to bed soon for they were always up
by four. They knew I was a night owl and they weren’t surprised
when I said I was going to go across the street to visit with the
neighbors for awhile. I practically ran across the road but I
slowed down and got into my “neighborly” attitude when I knocked
on their rickety back porch door.

Shawn’s dad answered the door. We had me afew times and we
exchanged pleasantries. He invited me on in to the living room
of their modest (and rather trashy) house. It was your typical
poor farmhouse. The only thing less than twenty years old was a
Sony TV, two VCR’s and a Nintendo.

“We’re just getting ready to turn in but you’re welcome to stick
around and watch a movie with the boys,” he said. I didn’t need
a second invitation. Shawn and his ten year old brother were
sprawled on the floor watching Top Gun for what had to have been
the hundredth time. After all, they had five hundred videotapes
for rent out in the garage. I made myself at home on the old
couch, adjusting my shorts downward so as to prevent the crowding
that was coming as my dick grew in anticipation.

“Great movie!” I said, thinking it was mosty great because it had
just started. And lets face it, Tom Cruise never looked better.

“You boys, get ready for bed…you can watch the movie but I want
your faces and hands washed and you in your PJ’s. Do it NOW!”
Their dad had a commanding way about him. He wasnt hard, but he
was firm and the boys hustled upstairs obediently, racing so as
not to miss the entire first fighter scene.

“That’s pretty good,” I said to their dad, as I glanced up,
approvingly that they had jumped to his command.

“They mind. Well, you enjoy yourself. Maybe tomorrow I can get
you to buy off some of this inventory from me.” He had been
wanting to sell of his tapes because most of the farmers in the
area had already seen most of them. We said our good nights and
he went on upstairs. In the next couple of minutes, excitement
built in my loins as I anticipated being almost alone with Shawn.
I tugged at my terrycloth shorts again, stretching them to make
much more room. They were short and loose and as I tugged, I
felt the bare hardness of my growing penis.

Shawn flew down the stairs wearing a long shirt of his dads. No
long pants. I could see his slender, hairless boylegs and the
length of his shirt hiding what I had longed to see. He went
directly into the kitchen and brought out a bag of potato chips.

“These’ll be good,” he said as he settled back down on
the floor. He put the bag of chips between us.

“I remember last winter…YOU tasted pretty good too.” I looked
directly at him to see if he remembered what I was talking about.
He grinned and looked away, sort of rolling his eyes as if to say
“Oh yeah, THAT!”

I grabbed the bag of chips and put them on the couch and enticed
him as if to indicate that if he wanted any of those chips, he
was going to have to share them up here with me.

“Aw come on up here and keep me company,” Shawn hopped up on the
couch, his back up against the armrest and his legs drawn up,
almost touching my leg as I sat near the other end of the couch.
His brother Jason stumbled down the stairs and took his place
directly in front of the TV. I knew he would be occupied as I
hoped to be with his brother.

We sat for awhile watching. Shawn slid down on the couch and his
bare feet were up against my leg. Boy seduction is a specialty
of mine and I know just how it’s done. I put the bag of chips
between his legs and he spread himself to make room for them.
Now I could see the crotch of his underpants and I stared them as
often as I dared. I was hoping he would notice. For a shrimpy,
skinny twelve year old, he filled out those briefs pretty well.
I noticed they fit rather loosely and I could almost see his
balls where the leghole was separated from his skin. It was hard
not to stare. After we munched awhile and shared a Pepsi, I put
them on the floor.

“It’s a little cool tonight,” I mused as I grabbed a nearby quilt
and placed it over us. In doing so, I put his bare legs on my
lap, slid alittle closer to him so his thighs and knees were
resting across my own thighs. I covered him and myself so we
shared the blanket. It left my hands under the covers and
resting on him. We kept watching the movie and all the while, I
stroked the inside of his calf with one hand and the top and
slightly to the inside of one of his thighs with the other.
Shawn was enjoying the attention; I could tell it when I glanced
at him and saw his satisfaction.

By this time, I had a raging hard on and I could hardly control
myself. I moved my left hand to the inside of his thigh and
rested it there. To my surprise, he spread his legs alittle,
giving me more access to his innner leg. And he moved his leg so
it was pressing against my own excitement. He knew. I could
feel my own wetness and my dick was pressing against his soft
leg. I adjusted his leg so it pressed even more intensely on my
erection and he slid it back and forth just alittle, which
brought me to exhale deeply and look at him. Shawn was staring
right at my face and he smiled a naughty little smile. What an
incredible face has. Broad lips, boyish grin, turned up nose and
curly long brown locks. His hair was very long and it curled
below the nape of his neck. It was all I could do to keep
myself from reaching down and kissing him on the mouth. Instead,
I slid my hand from his thigh to his groin and I brushed my
fingers across the top of his underpants. He was hard as a rock
and looking right into my eyes.

I whispered to him. “Hey, you have what I have.” I squeezed his
dick and the muscles in his legs convulsed with pleasure. While
Jason sat in front of the TV watching practice flights over the
California mountains, I slid my hand under the stretched legbands
of Shawns underpants. There was little or no elacticity for
Shawn was one of those lads who peed by pulling a legband to the
side. All winter, I’d dreamed of putting my hand on Shawn’s
boyhood and here it was at hand, firmly in my hand. For only
18, his dick had to have been at least four inches long. And
thicker than I expected for such a diminuitive lad. I ran my
thumb over the turgid head and felt a slight wetness. There
wasnt much there. But I slipped his dick outside his shorts and
gethered what moisture was on the end of it. And I pulled my
hand out and licked my thumb, gazing directly into his eyes.

Shawn looked at me in wonder but he smiled. I put my hand back
under the quilt and onto his member. He slid down further,
pressing his bottom against my leg. That made it easier for me
to hold him but he had other things in mind. Now his own hand
was close enough to my dick that he was able to sqeeze it through
my shorts. I reached over and released my hardness from its
shorts and my dick stuck straight towards him. Neither of us
could see what we were doing under the blanket but we held and
sqeezed each other’s dicks. As I would squeeze his, he would
squeeze mine. As I would rub his up and down, he would rub mine
similarly. As I would roll my thumb across the head of his dick,
he would do the same to mine. I knew I was drooling all over
his hand for his fingers were slippery.

“You better quit that,” he whispered and I nodded and rolled my
eyes and smiled, saying, “Really!”

“Jason,” Shawn called. “Go to bed…you’re half asleep!”
“No I’m not,” the ten year old insisted.
“Yes you are…go on upstairs. I’m not dragging you to bed
again.” With that, Jason got up and dragged his own self out of
the room and up the creaky stairway.

I knew that we were finally alone and no one would surprise us.
Any movement in THIS old house and you can hear it. After he was
gone, I turned back to Shawn.

“Okay…now I’m gonna get you off,” I said as I leaned up and put
myself between his legs. “I’m dying to find out how sweet you
taste.” I gave Shawn no time to think about it. As I removed
the quilt from his lap, I saw his firm dick. His head was
reddish and perfectly formed. Sticking straight up. I uncovered
his privates completely by sliding the stretched leg elastic to
the opposite side of his scrotum. It revealed a twinge of curly
brownish hair…only a whisp around his otherwise hairless
midsection. With a featherlight touch, I grazed his gonads and
ran my nail ever so lightly on up to the end of his dick. He
flenched and his dick bounced firmly up to meet my finger. I
reached my fingers around and gave it a firm squeeze. The skin
stretched as it swelled to its maximum firmness. Finally I
lowered my grasp to hold Shawn’s organ at its base and reached
down and took the head of his boy organ into my mouth, getting it
wet and putting biting pressure with my lips. He was rock hard
and sticking straight up. Finally I tasted him with my tongue
and it was everything I had hoped for. I wet his penis, took my
mouth off of it and rubbed its wetness across the outside of my
mouth, across my cheeks and across my nose. Ah, the smell of it
and the feel of it on my face. I kissed it then took all of him
into my mouth and moved up and down on him, licking and sucking.
Within thirty seconds, his thighs tightened and I felt his whole
pelvis shudder as he spurted his boyload into my mouth. I
withdrew him, all but the head so that I could feel his semen
flow from the end of his dick onto my tongue and I tasted the
saltiness of this tiny mandick’s treasure. Shawn was giving me
all he had. I swallowed his love cum and sucked his dick until
he had no more. There is nothing like boycum. And nothing like
the taste and smell of puberty.

Where he had leaned back and tensed his body, he relaxed as if he
were dead of exhaustion. I looked up at him as I took his
boyhood from my mouth and kissed it and rubbed again around my
mouth and face.

“Oh wow. That’s the first time it ever felt THAT good!” Shawn
closed his eyes and opened his mouth as he lay on the couch,
totally spent. I leaned forward and kissed his lips. He closed
them only slightly and remained totally relaxed so I could kiss
him and lick his beautiful mouth. I held his cheeks in my hands
and kissed all over his boyface.

“You are so sweet, Shawn.” I just held him, kissed him, and
stroked his curly hair. “You’re just delicious. I want to lick
you all over.”

He just lay there but whispered, “After that, you can do whatever
you want.”

“I havent had enough of you yet, boy.” I whispered back.

With that, I reached down and slipped his underpants off of him.
His dick was still swollen but no longer hard. Shawn was small
for his age so I easily lifted his legs upwards. I ran my hands
under his oversized shirt from his hips up his sides and across
to his shoulders and back down his chest. I carressed his flat,
hairless chest, down across his belly and ran my hands to the
outside, taking his boy bottom in my hands. The cheeks of his
fanny were warm to the touch and babysoft. I spread them to
reveal the innner place of his rear end.

“I’m going to lick you everywhere,” I whispered, as i lifted his
pelvis up. His soft legs were over my head and resting on my
shoulders and back. In doing so, his cheeks were spread so I
could see every pubescent part of him. I bent down and licked
the length of his dick. In short strokes, I lowered my tasting
to his boysack and licked his balls all around, lingered at their
base, just and inch from his hairless ass. As I ran my toungue
around the edges, I knew he was enjoying the sensation for his
ballsac witdrew and became rough and firm. And I licked further
down; my tougue sampling the ridge of rough skin between his
balls and his bumhole. I knew he was enjoying the warm wetness
of my tongue in a place he had never felt a mouth’s sensation.

And then I moved to the reddish flower that was his most private
place. All over the crack of his little bottom, I gave him a
tonguing that thought about the similarity between the lips of
his bottom and the lips of his mouth. It caused me to suddenly
explode in my own lap. I could hardly concentrate on the washing
I was giving him, my orgasm was so intense. My whole body
shuddered in a climax caused with no stimulation except for the
feeling of my tongue and my mouth on his perfect little fanny.

I hardly noticed that Shawn’s dick had grown to its former size
and was invitingly sticking straight towards his bellybutton.
When the rush of my own cumming subsided, I could see that he
wanted more. So I moved back to give my attention to his boyrod.
This time he would not be so quick to reach his climax.

As Shawn lay on his back with his eyes closed, I told him to just
stay relaxed and enjoy the feelings I was giving him. His legs
remained up around my neck. I reached to my thigh, dipped my
index finger in my own spent orgasm and wet his anus with it.
And then I continued gently sucking, licking and prodding his
penis as I fingered his rectum. My finger did not go in easily
except for the fluid which made it easier. I only entered with
the tip of my finger for I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
I just played with his asshole, fingering in and out and around.
I concentrated most of my attention is his firm dick and I felt
his excitement build to a peak that spent once again in my mouth.
He came less this time but I enjoyed it nonetheless as I watched
his stomach muscles tighten and felt the muscles in his groin
spasm a half dozen times to feed me what of his boyjuices
remained in him.

“That was two good ones for me,” he sighed. And then he got up
and pushed me backwards so this time it was ME who was laying on
my back. “Lets have a look at this,” he said as he uncovered me
to return my favors.

Shawn was surprised to see that I had already cum. “When did
THAT happen?”

“When I was licking your buns, pal. You made me cum in my
pants,” I said softly, as I watched him clean me up with his
wadded up underpants.

He grinned. “Yeah, that was different. You can do that to me
again if you like it so much.”

“Count on it, Shawn. I’ll be here for a week.” We leaned up and
watched the credits to the movie we’d missed. As the tape
started to rewind, I kissed my loveboy on the mouth again, got up
and said “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Swinger Sex Story

Our parties are usually nothing to be laughed at and this one
turned out to be no exception.

We didn’t have as many people as we expected but we did get the ‘core’
group of people together so we had a quality party rather than a quantity
party. On the whole, it was a WONDERFUL occasion. Steve, as usual, brought a
gorgeous woman along to introduce to the crowd.

Shelly was incredibly cute. A little short, 5’4″ or so, and a little
heavy, but, for some reason I was immediately attracted to her. I walked over
to Steve and whispered in his ear Continue reading Swinger Sex Story

First Time Tied Story

There’s nothing like a bus ride home to put you in a bad mood.

Here I was, walking the long road to our house from the bus stop in town,
musing on how much it was going to cost me to get the car out of the shop,
what I was going to do about my many problems at work, and how sore my feet
were getting as I trudged home in the hot sun…

I was hot and sweaty by the time I walked up the driveway and slowly swung
the door open and entered the relative coolness of the house, when you met
me at the door. Continue reading First Time Tied Story

Sister of my Mom

Sister of my Mom

A Story By

Ravi

My Name is Ravi. I am 23 years old now. This happened to me when I was 18. That
time I was looking for a job after my college. I was staying in my Mom’s sister’s
(Aunt) house in the city attending interviews. My Uncle is a Sales Representative.
He will be out of town for at least 25 days a month. My aunt was 28 years old that
time. She is really beautiful and sexy. Especially I love her boobs. Her boobs are
really huge and those two can not be kept with in her Bra and Blouse. Most of the
time when she is doing household work her saree can not cover her big boobs and
her cleavage is always feast to my eyes. Strong and beautifully shaped thighs. Her
tight ass is a bit big but goddamn sexy. All the males seeing her will definitely dreams
about meeting her nude in a bed and fucking her real hard. No exceptions.

Then think about me. She is my fantasy gal. I know she is like mother to me. But
couldn’t resist my Instincts and always I was dreaming about her. To tell you the
truth I was dying to have sex with her but always scared and think about the
relationship between us. Most of my masturbation sessions in the bathroom that
time were thinking about her only. I was just waiting for the right time and
opportunity to have sex her. I was getting excited just by seeing her. Believe me she
is so sexy and her body is well shaped.

One Friday morning I was sitting in my Bedroom and reading a Sex magazine I got
it from my friend. My uncle went on a tour. (as usual). Aunt yelled "Ravi , can you
help me?I have to go to the Groceries." I went down the hall to her room. She was
standing with her back to the mirror, looking at it over the shoulder. All she had on
was her black skirt and white bra. Aunt ‘s got a pretty good figure. It’s
complimented by her beautiful hair. She’s average height (I’m a little taller now),
with great legs, and large breasts. She has mostly 36D cup bras in her drawers. She
is always trying to do something about her butt although it looks OK to me. She had
both hands behind her back, working on the bra hooks. Her boobs were pointed
straight at me as she looked over her shoulder. I stopped at the door.

"Come here and hook this will you? I’m late." She turned her back to me, still
holding the ends of the bra straps. I stepped up behind her with my heart fluttering.
I had seen my Aunt in her bra before but always just for a second as she crossed
the hall or pulled on a sweater. Now I was standing right next to her and able to see
the bra in detail. The bra had four metal hooks and one was bent down. I slipped a
fingernail under it and lifted enough to get it hooked. She turned around with a
blouse in one hand, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. She put the blouse on
and buttoned it. During that brief period I was able to look right at her boobs in the
bra cups. The bra was rather structured with lots stitching for reinforcing. The
bottom half of each cup was solid fabric. The top half had panels of lace. I could see
skin thru the lace. She disappeared down the hall and left home to the groceries.

That was the first time in my life I saw a female like that. That too my fantasy lady.
That morning I had an Interview. Later in the afternoon she got home just as I did.
She asked, "How did the interview go?" I said "OK, they said they would get back
to me." Aunt said "Come and tell me all about It." as she walked to her room. She
sat down on the bed and pulled her saree off. I was standing near the door. She
stood up and walked to her closet unbuttoning her blouse. I was tempted to leave as
she took it off and hung it up. She said, " Well, what did they say? What type of job
is it?" "They gave me some stuff to read. They want someone to stock sheaves in
the evenings." I said, not really thinking about it. I was more interested in watching
her. She was now dressed much as I had seen her that morning, with just the skirt
and bra on. She reached back and tried to unclip it. I held my breath. Would she
really take it off while I was there? She continued to struggle with the clip, her back
still to me.

"Darn, the hook is still stuck. Can you get it?" I stepped forward again, always
ready to assist. It was easy to unclip the bent hook but I took my time. "Well, did
you get the job?" She stepped into the recess of the closet and dropped the bra off
her shoulders. I was off to the side a little so I could see the side of one breast under
her arm as she reached up for a nightie. What a sight it was. Her breasts hung
down some and swayed as she moved. "They look… Ah they’ll call me next week." I
stammered. Aunt pulled the nightie over her, covering up."That’s wonderful.
Thanks for helping." As I turned to go she threw the bra at me "That’s one of my
favorites. Can you fix it?" I looked at it for a second and said " OK" smiling at her.
she laughed, undid the nightie, opening it, and retying it. She had opened the nightie
wide, enough for me to see both breasts and her black panties. The breasts were
tipped with wide pink circles around the nipples. They were beautiful, even for the
fraction of a second I saw them. The nipples themselves were flattened into the
breast. The pink rings were maybe two inches across. The boobs sagged a little and
were big enough to touch together. I had to leave quickly, feeling rush of heat in my
crotch.

The next day, Saturday, Aunt was home all day so I didn’t even have a chance to
jack off with her bra. I had played with her silky panties before but never tried her
bras. The silk and nylon of her panties rubbing against my cock turned me on and I
usually would cum quickly. I had to be careful not to get my cum on them. While I
was fixing the hook, I felt and touched the entire bra, concentrating on the inside of
the cups. Aunt had an early dinner ready for me. She was in her nightie, her hair in
a towel. Her eyes were her best features, next to her tits, at least to me. Today, she
had even put on lipstick. She didn’t put much makeup on when it was really hot but
it would be cool in the theater. I sat down to eat, thankful that she would be gone so
I could jack off without interruption.

“Ravi, did you fix my bra? Can you bring it here?" Shit, she wanted it back. No
problem, I could play with another bra when she left. I could see her from the back,
sitting at her dresser as I walked down the hall to my room for the bra. It looked
like she had on panties and inskirt over them. She was naked from the waist up,
facing the mirror, doing her nails. Wonderful. I got it and walked into her room.
She now had her hands up, blowing on the nails to dry them. From where I stood,
her arms blocked her reflection in the mirror. I walked up behind her. Looking
down over her head, I could see the reflection of the breasts perfectly. She said
"My nails are wet. Can you carefully put it over my arms for me? Careful." She
raised her hands.

It took me several tries to get the bra right side up and all the straps straight. All the
while I was staring at her tits. I was getting hard inside my lungi. The bra finally fell
in place and I hooked it without being asked. She stood up and turned to face me.
"Close but not quite." she laughed. I was already looking at her tits. Neither one
was in the cup. Both were half pinched out at the bottom. It looked like it hurt. She
still had her hands up in the air, like a surgeon. "Could you please pull the bra
down?" I hesitated a little trying to decide what to touch. I grabbed the straps
under her arms and pulled. It didn’t work, she just leaned into me. I pulled on the
center, between the cups and on the side. She fell on me again. She was laughing
now. I suddenly felt very hot as my face turned red.

She said "I’m sorry. Reach in back and unhook me and put it on right." To do this I
had to put my arms around her, pressing my chest against her boobs. I unhooked it
quickly. "The girls will love you." She said, stepping back. I put one hand under a
breast and pushed up, pulling the cup down over it. This was the first time I had
ever felt the bare flesh of a tit. It felt soft but heavy. The underside was warm,
maybe moist with sweat. My forehead was sweating and my heart was pounding. Continue reading Sister of my Mom

Job Interview

Archive-title: Job Interview

It was nearing graduation and soon Rick would have his engineering

degree. He was deep in the job search trying to find something,

anything, in todays poor economy. He thought he was a resonably good

candidate for a job as he had fairly good grades, some experience, was

willing to relocate, and had nothing tying him down. He did not even

have a girlfriend. With all the studying he had to do for engineering

he never had time to date which meant he also had never gotten laid. He

had not even made out with any girls in a long time. The girls where

certainly interested enough in him but he just did not have the time for

them. As the semester was coming to a close the pressures were

lightening up on him and he was beginning to take more notice of the

girls on campus. He would notice girls in class in shorts or short

skirts and fantasize about them in bed at night while jerking off.

Since he had no experience he did not know how to talk to the girls to

get a date.

He was waiting for his interview with some dinky little company he

had never heard of. The wait outside the interview office always made

him nervous and uncomfortable. Finally the door opened and the

interviewer came out to greet him. He was a little surprised. Untill

now all his interviewers had been stuffy old men and women in bland navy

blue suits and no realy distinguishing features. This interviewer was a

little different. She was in her mid to late forties but looked pretty

hot for her age and Chuck had been fantasizing about doing it with an

older lady lately. She had on thin white blouse, a blue mini skirt,

white ankle length tights and blue pumps. She had beutiful long red

hair, fair skin and Chuck could see a considerable amount of soft brown

freckles down her neckline towards her chest inside her blouse.

“This is not what I was expecting, I don’t think a massive hard on

would be a good first impression here!” Chuck thought. The interviewer

introduced herself and told Chuck to come in and have a seat. The

interviewer sat across the desk from him and Chuck figured he was saved

as he could not see most of here body because of the desk. The

interview started off ok but things started getting tougher for Chuck.

not only were the questiones getting more difficult and more personal but

the interviewer leaned back in her chair, kicked her shoes off and put

one leg up on the desk. “Oh great, now she’s flashing her legs at me…

I’ll jusy count the wrinkles on her face, that will save me…. Hmmmm no

wrinkles, I’ll count freckles.”

As his freckle counting moved on down her neck the interviewer

reached up and scratched her shoulder causing her blouse to shift just

enough for Chcuk to get a clear view straight down the cleveage between

two rather large tits. Chuck was starting to sweat and looked away

quickly. As his gaze returned to the interviewer to answer the next

question he saw that her skirt had ridden up and he was getting a

perfect crotch shot right between her legs and to make matters worse

there was a wet spot on her white tights right between her legs.

Chuck froze, words failed him. The interviewr looked at him for a

minute then realized his attention was on something else. She looked

down and saw that his eyes were pinned on the wet spot in her crotch.

She looked at him for a second and as thoughts slipped through her mind

the wet spot began to grow. It turned her on tremendously to realize

that this young college kid was getting hot over her. She looked at

Chuck and pretended not to notice what he was staring at. Instead she

said to him “It’s awful hot in here and we have much more to discuss,

why don’t you take off your jacket and tie and make yourself more

comfortable. Chuck complied and she watched with pleasure as he removed

his jacket and his tie. As he turned around to place his jacket on his

chair she took a good look at his ass and she liked what she saw. As

Chuck sat down he noticed that the wet spot had gotten a lot wetter and

a lot larger. He licked his lips in nervousness. At that point the

interviewer decided what she would do. She had never even considered

such a thing before but she was going to seduce this boy right here in

this office.

She spread her legs as much as she could and then said “Do you like

what you see?” Chuck looked up and thought “oh shit, the jigs up, this

job is history.” “Maybe I can make this easier for you.” she said as

she stood up. She walked around the desk till she was right in front of

him. She reached up under skirt, grabbed her tights and pulled them

down and off. She sat on the edge of the desk and pulled her skirt up

to her waist spreading her legs. Chuck looked down at the first bare

pussy he had ever seen. He had never even bought a dirty magazine in

his life. She took his hand and placed it on her mound. He could not

believe this was happening but he could not resist it either. He bagan

probing his finger around her hairy red pussy till he found her opening.

He slid his finger all the way in her wet hole and slid it in and out a

few times. “would you like to eat me?” she asked. “well, um, I uh, I

mean I never, um…” he tried to respond. “you mean you’ve never eaten

a girl before?” she asked. he looked at her a little embarassed for a

second and she realized “you’ve never done it at all have you?” she

asked. “Well, no” he said. “well I will just have to teach you she

answered.

She pressed his head gently down till his mouth was on her pussy.

He kissed it once, then licked it. It was a little musky but the taste

was better than he expected. He bagan probing deeper and deeper with

his tongue until he tasted her jiuces dripping into his mouth. She

moaned and wiggled on the desk for a while holding his head against her

crotch.

After a few minutes she stood back up, dropped her skirt, removed

her shirt and bra and stood before him totaly naked. Chuck took in the

view for a minute and then she pressed her tits to his face. He grabbed

hold of them and felt them and started licking and sucking the nipples.

She reached down and unbuttoned his shirt. She tugged it off of him and

then pulled him up standing. She undid his pants and pulled his pants

and underpants down and off in one quick motion. His shoes popped off

with the tugg of the pants and she pulled the socks off. Now they were

both naked. She pushed him down in the chair and then realized that it

would be a good idea to lock the door. She reached over him and locked

it. Then she knealt down in front of him. “Now it’s your turn” she

said with a smile.

She took his dick in her hand, stuck her tongue out and swirled her

tongue all around the tip of his dick. Then she ran her tongue up and

down his shaft. She saw a drop of precum on his tip and she touched her

Tongue to it licking it up. She opened her mouth and slid his dick all

the way. She began sucking, sliding his dick in and out of her mouth

letting him fuck her throat. She took his whole dick as deep as it

would go. It did not take long before Chuck starting squirting the

largest load she had ever tasted in her mouth. She pulled his dick part

way our so that she capture all his come on her tongue and savor every

drop. He filled her mouth with his hot white cream. She looked up at

him, opened her mouth showing him all his cum in her mouth. Then she

swirled her tongue around her mouth swishing the cum around and

swallowed it all.

She climbed up on the chair and stradled Chuck. She grabbed his

long pole and guided it into her pussy. She got the tip just inside her

and held it for a second and then dropped herslef down on it in one

quick motion. Chuck moaned in ecstasy. She started sliding up and down

his pole and loved every millimeter of it sliding in and out of her. It

was average length but much thicker than other dicks she had had inside

her. She bounced in his lap and fucked him madly. She clenched her

pussy muscles and squeezed his dick as hard as she could. After a few

minutes she could feel him squriting deep inside her. She had never

felt anyone squirt so hard in her before. The heat and the squirt made

her cum as well. She had a tremendous orgasm and her juices started

dripping down Chucks pole and onto the chair. Chuck had blown his load

but she did not let him stop there. She kept bouncing up and down

riding his pole. Chuck thought his dick was going to explode she was

fucking him so hard. She would not even give him a moment to rest.

After a minute she had him cuming in her again. He was squirting even

harder than before and this made her cum even harder than before. She

never new it was possible but she came so hard her juices started

squirting out of her all over Chuck and all over the chair. She stopped

and just held his dick in her. They hugged each other and relaxed for a

minute. She sat there and felt his dick as it slowly softened and

shrunk. She did not let go of it till it went totaly limp and slipped out

of her.

She stood up kissed Chuck long and deeply and said “I would like to

make you an offer, you are definately the type of man I want working

under me!” They got dressed and Chuck left the room with an offer in

hand. Not only was he getting a decent job he was gonna get to ball the

boss every day as well. Sounded good to him.

She decided she better switch the wet chair with another one before

her next interviewee arrived. After a few minutes there was a knock on

the door. She opened the door and greeted Susan, the next candidate for

the job. Susan came in, had a seat, sniffed the air and said

questioningly “It smells like fish in here?” The interviewer smiled and

just said “So tell me Susan? how do you feel about older women?”

The End

tortured by ticking

Are You Ticklish?

“What do you mean you don’t know if you’re ticklish or not? You’re
18 years old!” Bob had been dating Angela for about 2 months. She was
perfect – 5’5″, classic Italian looks, great body, great personality.
She was also the only child of a very wealthy car dealer in town, so she
was spoiled rotten, but had also been lonely most of her life.

“I just said nobody had ever tickled me, so I don’t know what it is
like,” she replied. “I’ve often wondered.”

“Your mother or father never tickled you as a child? Or anytime?” Bob
wondered. “No, they aren’t real touching people, so how could I have been?”

They were sitting on the side of Angela’s swimming pool. Boy, she
looked great in that blue bikini! Nobody else was home, so Bob had a great
idea. “Let’s go inside, and I’ll find out if you’re ticklish or not!”

Angela actually seemed sort of excited by the thought, and she jumped
right up and ran in the house. “Where should we go?” she asked. Bob thought
for a moment, then said “You have a four-poster bed, right?” She nodded.
“Go to your bedroom and pull the covers off of the bed, and I’ll be in in a
minute.” She ran off.

Bob went into the living room and found what he was looking for — a large
basket with long, stiff peacock feathers — and selected two of them. He
started upstairs, but then thought of something else and made a quick detour.

As Bob walked into the room holding the feathers in one hand, Angela
smiled, then asked, “Why is your other hand behind your back?” He answered,
“Well, since we don’t know if you’re ticklish, or how ticklish you are, I
thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt to make sure I didn’t accidentally get hit or
kicked if you started jerking around.” He pulled out the neckties he had found
in her father’s closet and said, “So, can I tie your hands and feet, just in
case?”

Angela looked a little unsure for a minute, but then agreed. “But if I
don’t like it, when I say STOP, I mean STOP. O.K.?” Bob also agreed.

Having Angela lay down on the bed, Bob tied one end of the necktie to her
right wrist and pulled her arm over her head to secure it to the bedpost. Going
to her left side, he did the same with her left wrist. He then repeated this
with both of her feet, leaving her bound spread-eagle and absolutely helpless.

Bob sat down on the bed next to her and said, “Are you sure you want to
do this?” She nodded her head, not quite sure what she may be in for. “O.K.!
Here goes!!!”

Taking one of the feathers, he started at her left wrist and began slowly
sliding it down her arm. She did nothing. He got closer and closer to her
underarm, until she should have been writhing in agony. She didn’t flinch. He
picked up the other feather and used both of them on her armpits, sides, and
stomach. Nothing. Not even a smile.

Now sort of disappointed, he moved down a little and ran the feathers up
and down her soft inner thighs. Her eyes widened, and she started to wiggle a
bit. “What is that?” she asked amazedly. “That, my dear, is the start of your
ticklishness.” He continued stroking her legs, and was rewarded with more
squirming and some laughter.

Tiring of this after 15 minutes, he dropped the feathers and gently took
a knee in each hand and began tweaking them. She jumped around a little, but
not much. Then he reached underneath her to grab the backs of her legs, and
did the same thing. Now, she went wild! While she laughed uncontrollably and
tried to pull out of the ties, he tickled her for another 10 minutes.

When he finished, she was panting and sweating and looked at him and said,
“I don’t think I care for being tickled. Untie me please.”

With a devilish look in his eye, he innocently commented, “But I haven’t
gotten to your feet yet!” She didn’t even want to try though, insisting he
release her.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Angie, but I can’t. I wouldn’t feel I had
fulfilled my duty to you if I didn’t help you find out if your feet were
ticklish or not!”

Pulling a chair up to the end of the bed, Bob sat down at Angela’s feet.
“You promised you would stop when I said to!” Angela screamed. “Sorry,”
was his only answer.

Taking a feather in each hand again, he began lightly running them up and
down the tops of Angela’s feet. Starting to get a smug grin back on her face,
Angela laughed and said, “Ha! Doesn’t do a thing. Now untie me!” Instead of
replying, Bob switched the feathers to the bottoms of her feet. Immediately
she regretted being smart-mouthed, and began giggling. “Please, stop. I can’t
take any more!” “No, we have to make sure you are really ticklish on your feet!
This is just the beginning!”

Taking the pencil-like tips of the feathers, he attacked her insteps and
heels without mercy, continuing for 15 minutes this way. NOW, she was begging
for him to stop. But still no relief.

Now he ran both ends of the feathers between her toes, creating a new wave
of chuckling and pleading.

Trying a new tactic, he found a ball-point pen and wrote ‘Bob loves Angela’
one each sole 5 times. “Oh, look. Your feet are dirty! I’ll have to wash
them for you!”

Going into her bathroom, he half-filled a bucket with warm, soapy water and
found a soft scrub brush. As he sat down, she realized what would happen, and
pulled even harder on the neckties, but he had tied her well.

Nearly in tears from the previous torture, she looked at him with puppy
dog eyes and said, “I beg you not to do this. Please?” He almost relented,
but something said “Why not?” So it began.

Dipping the brush into the water, he then brought it to the sole of her
right foot. “Still say ‘Doesn’t do a thing?'” he taunted. Holding the top of
her foot with one hand he scrubbed lightly but firmly across the arch, instep,
heel and under the toes of the foot, soaping it up good, but not removing much
ink. “This brush isn’t doing much good (although she had almost passed out from
being tickled so much) maybe I’ll try this nice sponge.” Thoroughly wetting the
sponge, he then applied that to her bare sole, again making her writhe and
scream.

Now he transferred his attentions to her left foot, with the same results.
She was getting tired, and crying from laughing so hard, so she just lay there,
occasionally jerking of jumping, but still unable to escape.

Her feet were now clean, and he produced a nice, fluffy towel to dry them
on. He then kissed each foot on the sole, each knee, each thigh, her tummy,
and gently licked and kissed each underarm (with the licking making her squirm
around and hoarsely whisper “PLEASE STOP”). Then he kissed her hard and long
on the lips and asked, “Are you mad at me for not untying you? ‘Cause if you
are, I can ask your feet instead!”

With a look of near-terror in her eyes, she vigorously shook her head and
said, “NO, I’m not mad!” Being bound and tickled for 2 hours left her limply
lying there when he untied her. He lay down next to her and began to caress
her face. “I think it’s time I help you find out if you’re ticklish, buddy!”
she exclaimed. He did decided it was only fair, and allowed her to tie his
wrists and ankles. He’d tell her later that he wasn’t ticklish!!!!

Lesbian Story Breast

Breast
By: abhishek singh
Hello all ISS readers! I am back again with a hot sizzling story. As you knows me IТm Abhishek Singh 18 male living in Delhi near mother dairy of Pandav Nagar. I will hope that u will enjoy the story. Mail me any comments, queries or anything on lusty_passion@hotmail.com or lusty_passion@rediffmail.com.
any female who wants some fun can mail me too.
Catherine was an easy living girl. She studied at the University of Boston and was 21. She really love to go out and have fun at parties Ц and after them as well. She was a medium-sized, very pretty, young woman. She had nice blonde hair, a bit longer than shoulder-length and pretty, a bit girlish face with a nice, seductive laugh. She had quite a slim body, with a fine ass and B-cupped breasts, that were not very big, just a nice, small handful.
At tonight’s students party she got to know one of the elder student girls. Her name was Nina, and at the age of 24 she was three years older than herself. She too was quite a funny and somehow cool and tough girl. She was dressed in very tight fitting blue jeans and a jeans blouse too, while Catherine wore a white blouse and jeans. Nina was only a very little taller than Catherine and she too had a very sportive and slim figure, her breasts were even a bit smaller than Catherine’s. She had long, black hair, reaching down well over her shoulders. Her face was really beautiful and she always had that cool expression.
The two girls had started chatting and having fun and soon Catherine got to know that Nina was strictly lesbian. Catherine had never before had any lesbian experiences. She was a bit fascinated by that women, that started flirting with her. They began an argue about what was the better sex Ц lesbian or hetero and it was not long till Nina suggested a bet: she said that she could make Catherine cum by just pleasuring her breast with her mouth. If she really made it Catherine would spend the night with her.
Catherine was in fun mood and also got very excited by that bet and so she quickly agreed and the two party girls made for Nina’s room.
“So let’s get started, Catherine. It will not take me long to make you cum. You are already mine for tonight, little hetero girl,” Nina teased her. “So open your blouse for me and give me access to my work!”
“But I want to see your tits, too,” Catherine replied. “What a pleasure for me. You are on the right way, Babe!”
The two girls loved. Catherine loved the way Nina talked. Both girls started unbuttoning their blouses. Catherine had seen a lot of naked breasts in her life, but for the first time she looked at breasts in a sexually orientated way. And somehow it made her hot. She found the quiet, flat, but very firm breasts with slightly aroused nipples really very sexy.
Nina too loved the sight of Catherine’s pair of tits. With her hands she grabbed for both breasts and let her fingers gently play.
“Which one shall I take? Hmmm. I will start where your heart is. So I take the left.”
Nina did not waste any time. Her left hand felt out Catherine’s left breast. She was very gentle and soft. Her fingers tenderly stroke over her skin, rounded the breast, teased the undersides, gently played around the sensitive area around her nipple and of course did not forget to rub her nipple. Within seconds Catherine was standing rock hard.
Catherine did not have big nipples. Even when fully erect they were rather small, but they were really sensitive. From the first moment Catherine felt a wave of pleasure sweeping through her body. She felt an arousal make her blood rush; and it were not only her nipples that showed the signs of her sexual arousal; very soon her pussy was getting moist, was getting wet with her sweat, creamy love juices. She would have loved to take her hand into her jean and use her fingers on her pussy. But she did not dare that; instead her hand went to her right breast and her own fingers started playing with her other nipple.
It was not only the very experienced and very sexy touching of Nina but maybe even more the arousing situation of doing such a naughty bet, and of doing it with another woman, of experiencing a lesbian situation for the first time.
Catherine looked down and highly aroused watched as Nina now brought her mouth to her breast. With quick and teasing butterfly kisses she covered every inch of the skin of her breasts. Her red, wet lips were eagerly kissing and the sight of it almost took Catherine’s breath.
Soon Nina’s warm, wet kisses reached the area around her nipple. She was very sensitive there. Moans escaped her mouth. Nina also used her tongue. She licked along the undersides of her breast and up again to the surroundings of her nipple. The wet, teasing, tongue circled her nipple area and over and over again touched her rock hard, erect nipple.
Catherine could not take her eyes of Nina’s beautiful face so close at he breast and at her mouth, lips and tongue that were teasing, pleasuring her breast in an experienced, arousing way, it never had been before.
With short, quick and hard licks Nina tongue now added one gear of arousal. Catherine’s already fully erect nipple seemed to grow even more. She now really moaned with lust. She stood against the wall of the room, moaned with lust and pleasure and watched Nina pleasure her breast.
Wilder and harder became Nina’s tongue licks and then her whole mouth went over her nipple. Her lips closed around the erect nipple. Her tongue still circled the nipple within her mouth, made it wet and hot, before she eagerly started sucking it.
Nina’s own nipples were rock hard now too and she could not resist her own urges and so her free hand went between her legs rubbing against her jean at her crotch area and thus giving herself a bit of additional pleasure to her meanwhile wet pussy.
The sucking made Catherine to moan constantly. She already knew that she had lost the bet and even if she would not cum, she knew one thing: that she definitely wanted to spend the night with this hot girl. But she wanted to cum and she knew she already was close to it.
Her eyes still were fixed to her own left breast, her hand still was playing with her right nipple. She saw and felt as Nina’s mouth was sucking deeper and harder, as her lips were parting more and more and so she now had not only her nipple but almost two thirds of her whole breast within her wet, warm mouth.
Nina sucked her whole breast, licked the skin of it within her mouth, circled her nipple area and licked hard against the nipple Ц all within her eager mouth.
Alone the picture of that pretty girl having almost all her breast sucked into her mouth and the feeling of the warmth and wetness made Catherine reach the edge.
Nina’s experienced mouth now went up and down her breast, going back to only her nipple and sucking it and opening up more again and suck her whole breast again. Leaving traces of wetness at Catherine’s breast skin. Always using her tongue against the erect nipple when sucking the whole breast. Over and over again the 24year old student thus pleasured her breast and her nipple, she gently bit the nipple and softly sucked, kissed and licked it and then she sucked her whole breast again into her mouth, still licking against the nipple.
A shiver of pleasure and lust ran through Catherine’s body as she reached the climax and her orgasm came really hard. With her hands she now pressed Nina’s head against her breast, her knees were week.
Her eyes were closed as the still breast sucking Nina looked up and into Catherine’s face. She could see the pure sexual pleasure in it. The lesbian student new that she had not only won the bet.
Nina softly and tenderly kissed the over-all wet breast and nipple good-bye, after Catherine’s huge orgasm had subsided a bit. She stood close to the younger student and looked deeply into her eyes.
Nina grinned: “You are mine now, I guess!” “If its all like this I will love to be yours not only for this night,” Catherine whispered still exhausted but somehow already aroused again.
Nina lay her hand between Catherine’s legs and rubbed against her pussy area. She knew how wet she would be. The two girls started kissing and Nina slowly moved her price towards her bed.
She would show Catherine that there were even better pleasures than what she had just experiencedЕ

A Tale of Two Titties

As I walked in the door, coming home from the office, I saw my wife Carolyn
standing by the cabinet preparing dinner. Carolyn has a body built like a
brick shit house with all the fixtures in the right place. Today she looked
especially good wearing a skimpy halter top with a pair of low cut shorts that
fit snugly around her ass with the outline of her bikini panties showing
through.

Crossing the room and walking up behind her I reached around and cupped one of
her tits with my hand while caressing her ass with the other and gave her a
little nibble on the earlobe. “Whats for dinner?” I asked while dropping my
hand from her tit to rub her cunt suggestively.

“Company” she replied.

I heard a voice from the den calling “Come on in, we have the fire going.” As
I entered the room, Ron, a friend of the family rose from a recliner with a
drink in his hand and a bulge in the front of his pants. “You horny old
bastard” I said, “What the hell are you doing over here?”

“His wife is out of town and he was lonely so I asked him over for dinner and
drinks.” Carolyn said as she came into the room bringing me a drink.

Kicking off my shoes I sat on the couch, sipped my drink and watched Carolyn
walk back into the kitchen, her ass moving like two pigs caught in a gunny
sack. As I thought of what could have been, my dick started to swell and I
realized what Ron probably was thinking when I came home.

At dinner Ron could not keep his eyes off Carolyn, everytime she leaned over
the table her tits bulged against the halter top with the nipples pressing
against the cloth. I noticed that as she moved around the table she found
several excuses to bump both Ron and myself with her ass, one time rubbing her
cunt on Ron’s shoulder.

After dinner we all got fresh drinks and moved back into the den. Sitting on
the floor in front of the fire Carolyn stretched her legs out and ran her hand
slowly up and down the inside of her thigh.

Ron and I sat on either side of her sipped our drinks and watched the fire
burn, while I was thinking of the fun we could be having if only he wasn’t
here.

As the alcohol and warmth from the fire took effect I draped my arm over
Carolyn’s shoulder and let my hand drop into the top of her halter. Slowly
rubbing and kneading the nipple of her titty I looked over to find Ron staring
at her mound and rubbing the bulge in his pants. I caught his eye and nodded
at Carolyn’s halter top and my hand.

As Carolyn leaned her head back and closed her eyes, Ron put his hand under
her halter and began to caress her other tit. After a few minutes she began
to moan softly under her breath and move her ass back and forth over the
carpet.

I unsnapped the halter top from the back and letting it fall leaned over and
began sucking and licking the nipple on my titty while Ron started to suck on
the nipple he was working on. As I sucked on Carolyn’s tit my dick got larger
and harder until I thought that it would break the zipper on my pants.
Looking up I saw that Carolyn was rubbing the bulge in Rons pants and as I
watched she slowly unzipped him and pulled out 8 inches of the hardest dick I
have ever seen.

“Lets see what you have in here.” Carolyn whispered as she turned to me and
began to open my trousers. Reaching in she pulled out my throbbing prick.

Leaning back on the couch Carolyn took Ron’s dick with her other hand and
clasping both shafts she began to slowly squeeze and massage them while
running her thumbs around and over the heads of our dicks. As our pricks got
harder and larger Carolyn rotated her cute little ass seductively and said in
a low sultry voice “What a pair of joy sticks. I can’t wait to see what you
boys are going to do with them.”

Continuing to slowly suck on Carol’s nipple I eased my hand into her shorts
and down to her slit, rubbing and caressing her mound and clit as I went.
Slipping my fuck finger into her hot slippery cunt I began to run it in and
out sliding it over her clit.

“Oh shit, that feels good.” Carolyn moaned as she began to jack off both Ron
and I while humping her slit on my finger.

Taking Carol’s hand from his prick, Ron clasped her head with both hands and
gave her a long deep tongue kiss, probing deep into her mouth, then slowly
lowered her head to his swollen, throbbing dick.

“Come on, Baby. Give me a blow job.” Ron breathed. “Lets get those lips
working on old Ron’s dick.” he pleaded.

As I watched, Carolyn turned over onto her knees, ran her tongue around the
head of his dick licking every inch of it and slowly took that enlarged prod
into her mouth and began to suck it while moaning and humping her ass back and
forth.

Getting on my knees behind Carolyn I watched her suck Rons dick while he lay
back with eyes closed, running his hands through her long black hair and
pumping that rod in and out of her mouth I slowly began to masturbate with one
hand while with the other I pulled her shorts and panties down around her
knees.

Knowing what was coming Carolyn began to suck faster and faster on Rons dick
while twisting her ass in the air and moaning. Rubbing the head of my dick up
and down the crack of her ass I reached between her legs with my other hand
and began to massage her hot slippery little cunt, slowly running a finger up
into it and pulling it out then lightly running the tip of my finger around
her clit, pushing it back and forth until it stood out like a miniature prick.

Moaning and groaning she pumped her ass faster in the air, and attacked Ron’s
dick with a vengeance. The faster she sucked on his dick the more I rubbed her
ass with mine and the harder I rubbed her clit. As Ron began to gyrate his
hips he grabbed Carolyn’s head with both hands and crying “GODDAMN THATS GOOD”
he began to fuck her in the mouth while I stroked her cunt faster and faster.

By this time my prick was so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it and was throbbing
with desire. Grabbing her ass with both hands, spreading it wide and opening
her little pussy I shoved 10 inches of swollen dick so deep in her cunt that
my balls were banging her ass. Raising her head from Ron’s dick she begged
“FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD, GODDAMNIT GIVE ME SOME DICK” before Ron grabbed her by
the hair and stuck his prick back into her mouth.
Continue reading A Tale of Two Titties

A Man’s Fantasy about Two Women

I have been thinking much about Dianne lately. You see, she is a very
beautiful single woman, very open sexually, and very caring for others (it is
difficult for a man, and some women, to resist such a combination). I met her
several months ago — of all places — in the waiting room of my dentist,
where she shared with me her business (which is of no relevance to this
story). My wife, Kristin, and I decided a few weeks later to join her
business venture, and because of this association we have since developed a
very close friendship with Dianne.

Kristin apparently has also of late been thinking a lot about Dianne.
The signs are obvious — daily phone calls, visits to her apartment, her name
being brought up in our conversation, etc. Last week, Dianne and Kristin went
backpacking by themselves to the local wilderness area while I kept our two
kids at home (it is important for my wife, a financial planner, to get away
from the daily grind and enjoy her friends apart from me)….

Last Friday, Dianne called me up and wanted me to meet her for lunch at
our favorite restaurant. After a light lunch with some equally light but
strangely forced conversation, Dianne looked into my eyes with a look that
I’ve never seen before, a look of fear combined with a look of desire, and
asked, “Mark, it is difficult for me to say this, but I have fallen in love
with both you and Kristin.”

I didn’t know how to respond to this. On the one hand, my sexual desire
for her was burning bright, and I got excited about what was soon to
transpire, yet her simultaneous love for my wife confused, scared, and
intrigued me. What could I say? I looked at her for a moment, and without
thinking I said, “Does Kristin know your feelings for her? As far as I know,
Kristin is straight, and has never in our relationship stated anything to the
contrary. All I know is that my desire for you is very strong, and that I
have wanted for several weeks to make love to you.”

“I know about your feelings for me,” Dianne replied, “I could see it in
your actions, in your words, and in your eyes. And my feelings for you are
just as strong. Kristin knows about my love for her and for you, and she is
in love with me as she is in love with you. It was during our backpacking
trip that we expressed our love for one another.”

I didn’t know what to think, I was really confused by my feelings. “But
why are you telling me this? What do you want from me if you and Kristin are
lovers?” I asked.

Dianne replied, “Kristin wanted me to tell you these things if I felt
from our conversation that it would not damage your marriage relationship —
she wants me to tell you that she still loves you deeply. She has known for
awhile that you were infatuated with me. You know, women can see these
things. I desire you so much and I want to make love to you. Let’s go back
to my apartment and there we can enjoy one another and talk more about this
crazy situation.”

Making love to Dianne that afternoon was heavenly. Her body, though
short, was well proportioned, more like a 21 year old rather than her real age
of 35. Her breasts were not large, and not small, but were of the right size,
firm and did not sag one bit — taking her brassiere off, which was a low-cut
front snap design, was an experience I’ll never forget. When I cupped her
breasts in my smallish hands, I wished that I could become her brassiere so I
could cup her breasts all day. And Dianne was sexually free, boy, was she
free. She was even more open about her sexuality than Kristin, and Kristin
has always been a tiger in bed.

What was even more surprising to me was that my sexual excitement was
greatest whenever I fantasized my wife Kristin making love to Dianne while I
was watching. In these fantasies, Kristin and Dianne totally shared their
bodies — there was no inhibition of any kind. The number 69 appeared often
in my mind. And I imagined my throbbing, erect penis being inside Dianne’s
vagina from the rear, while Kristin, my beautiful wife, was in front massaging
Dianne’s clitoris and sucking on her breasts, and that Dianne was massaging
Kristin’s swollen clitoris. And I imagined that we all came to orgasm at the
same time this way. What a fantasy!

After one hour of sheer erotic sex (I have never made love to a woman
who could have several strong orgasms in a row like Dianne could), we lay
together exhausted. I asked Dianne, “When did you and Kristin first make
love?”

She said, “During our backpacking trip. It was cold, and we were close
to each other in our sleeping bags. And we just talked, and slowly we got
closer, more intimate, touched each other more, and finally we were making
love. Kristin said to me afterwards that that was the first time she ever had
sex with a woman. She never consciously realized before that she was
bisexual, although she said that she recalled having strong feelings for other
women before. Her greatest fear was that you would reject her for being
bisexual and for making love to me.”

I said, “If she made love to a man, I would have been jealous and a
little angry — I’m sounding a little hypocritical here — but the thought of
her making love to another woman, especially you, excites me, and I don’t know
why. Maybe most men would be turned off and very angry if they were faced
with this situation, but I’m not. I really would like to watch you and
Kristin make love and I want to share in your lovemaking, for I want Kristin
to be happy and I know that you and I can sexually fulfill her in ways that I
cannot alone.” Dianne smiled, hugged me, gave me a dreamy kiss, and said, “I
would like that. I love you. And tell Kristin when you see her that I love
her, too.”

When I came home in the evening, it was, suffice to say, a very unusual
conversation. I told Kristin that I was with Dianne that afternoon, that we
made love, that I knew about Kristin’s love affair with Dianne, that I am not
angry or jealous, that I loved both of you, and that I would like all three of
us to make love to one another. Kristin was quite taken aback by what I said,
but she quickly recovered with a look of anticipation and desire that I have
never seen in her before. Kristin then said, “Let’s send the kids to my
mother’s for the weekend, I’ll think of a good excuse, and invite Dianne to
stay with us.” I agreed to this, we called Dianne, she readily agreed and we
were all excited. Needless to say Kristin and I made passionate love that
evening and we later talked very openly about the different ways we could make
love together with Dianne.

….Watching two passionate women, who love each other, mutually gratify
their sexual desires is something that every man should see — and I’m not
talking about those loveless scenes one sees in most X-rated films. Men can
learn an awful lot about how to please a woman sexually by watching how a
woman does it to another woman. After all, who knows more about a woman than
another woman?…

Kristin and Dianne were obviously very much in love with each other.
You could feel the passionate heat they generated even before they touched
each other. They made me sit in a chair while I watched them in bed. They
each wore a negligee, and I could see the outlines of their breasts and of
their black triangle of hair where female sexuality resides. They obviously
loved the way they were dressed, since they looked at each other just as I was
looking at them. They started with slow kisses, which became more passionate
as time went on — it seemed like an eternity. Their hands, which started out
being fixed on each others back, became more and more mobile. There was no
part of their bodies that their hands did not touch. Kristin, my beautiful
wife, was gasping at every caress given by Dianne. Dianne, being very turned
on by now, loosened Kristin’s negligee and took it off, gloriously revealing
Kristin’s body to both of us. “Your breasts are so beautiful,” Dianne said,
“please let me kiss them.” Kristin pulled Dianne’s head to her breasts and
moaned “more” as Dianne eagerly yet tenderly licked them.

Dianne then broke the kisses, got on her back, and told Kristin, who was
sitting upright on her knees, to move forward until her vulva was near
Dianne’s mouth, as she has done for me several times. Dianne eagerly thrust
out her tongue to Kristin’s moist clitoris, and licked and kissed and sucked
it in a way I’ve never done for Kristin before. You could see Kristin’s body
slowly swaying, like a pendulum, which started to speed up as Dianne speeded
up her tongue motion. Then, in a frantic way that I have never heard Kristin
say, she said, “Please… more.” At that moment, Dianne inserted one finger
into Kristin’s vagina and another finger from the other hand into her anus and
began to earnestly and rhythmically bring her down the home stretch with her
tongue and lips and fingers. Kristin exploded into a orgasm that I have never
seen in any woman before, even Dianne on Friday. She gasped and fell limp on
the bed, exhausted, and content. I was in awe.

As Dianne was slowly caressing Kristin during her short time of
recovery, my passion arose to a height I’ve never felt before. I walked over
to the bed, took my clothes off (so I could relieve the pressure of my
super-erect penis) and got on the bed next to Dianne and started to kiss her.
I helped Dianne take off her negligee, revealing her beautiful breasts with
very hard and erect nipples; I could feel the animal heat emanate from her
vagina, begging for satisfaction. She then took hold of my very hard penis
and began to rub it firmly, and then went down on me and began to lick and
suck it. I could feel the moistness around her mouth, no doubt from Kristin’s
vaginal juices. Dianne then completely inserted my penis into her mouth as
far as it could go and really began to suck. It was a beautiful experience.
As I approached an explosive orgasm, but before it was too late, she let go of
my penis, leaned back on the bed, with her beautiful breasts pointing
majestically upward, and begged Kristin to come down on her.

Kristin, whose passion was beginning to come back again, got on her
hands and knees and began to lick Dianne’s clitoris with her tongue. Kristin,
being very flexible, had no trouble with this position. Kristin’s
super-swollen vulva revealed itself to me in all its splendor in this
position, which I could not resist; I entered Kristin from the rear, reached
around her to massage her swollen and moist clitoris and her erect nipples.
When I did this, my wife began to moan, and increased her tempo on Dianne.
Dianne began to moan wildly, too, and Kristin reached up to cup Dianne’s
breast and knead them vigorously. For one minute this went on, and as I
approached ejaculation, Kristin sensed that, quickened the pace, and brought
Dianne closer to ecstasy. We all reached climax at about the same time. My
orgasm was the most intense I have ever experienced. I felt as if I filled
Kristin up to the brim.

This did not end here. Kristin continued her oral caress on Dianne’s
clitoris in the most loving, tender, and yet vigorous manner, and from this
very delicious stimulus, Dianne had four more orgasms in the next few minutes;
each orgasm was more intense than the previous one. Her last orgasm was so
intense and obviously so pleasurable that Kristin broke down and cried for
Dianne in happiness. We all then fell into a long and dreamy sleep, snuggling
close together, to recharge for another round several hours later (I’ll spare
you the details of our subsequent lovemaking, except that it was even better).

Many would say that nothing good could ever result from a bisexual
menage a trois such as ours; however, Kristin’s and my love for each other was
enhanced by this experience (which, by the way, never happened again with
Dianne, for reasons that will remain unsaid to the outside world). I also
learned how to become a better lover to Kristin, since my teachers were two
beautiful women who passionately loved one another and understood one another
in ways that men can never fathom.

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Archive-author: Mark O. Zorro
Archive-title: A Man’s Fantasy about Two Women