Showing posts with label Erotica. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Erotica. Show all posts

Friday, January 2, 2009

Oysters


"In marvellous fashion, oysters are a stimulant, hence shameless and lascivious women eat them in order to be more apt for the amatory act."
From-- "Lewd Food, The Complete Guide to Aphrodisiac Edibles," Robert Hendrickson
The only way to eat a raw oyster is to lick it, between the folds of its gills, to the clit at the end, then to swallow it whole, as you would your lover, followed by a swig of dry white wine.
From -- BadAssKona

Thursday, January 1, 2009

The Dunes



This was the day I had been dreaming about, fantasizing about, masturbating to for weeks. A sizzling hot day, clear skies and two incredibly sexy women who wanted to go for a drive to the beach. One woman, Kari, was my insatiable lover, five-six, auburn hair, firm breasts and an ass to make men cry. The other, Toni, had been a friend of Kari for several years. Her hair color, sun-streaked blond, was the only thing that really set her apart. Otherwise, the two friends could have passed for twins.
This day was special for many reasons, not the least of which was that Toni knew that she was accompanying Kari and I, in part, so that she could operate our new video camera. Kari and I were both very excited when we awoke that morning to find the weather just as we had hoped. We threw the blanket, the towels, the oil and the wine and cheese into the duffel and then dressed for the day. I slipped into some boxers and threw on an old shirt; Kari, always thinking ahead, grabbed one of my over-sized oxfords and draped it over her radiant body, buttoning it once below her navel. That was it. I took one look at her and my cock stood on end. She smiled and said, “Let’s go, you horny bastard. Don’t forget the camera.”
We ran out the door and jumped into the car, plugged Michael Franks into the stereo and took off to pick up Toni. When we arrived at Toni’s house, it was immediately apparent that the women had communicated with regard to the proper apparel for the day. Toni was wearing the skimpiest cropped top I’d ever seen, along with a very small, red thong bottom. She literally bounced into the backseat, a huge grin on her face. We were off.
The drive to the coast was pleasant, with conversation ranging from weather to politics, but electricity filled the air, along with the faint odor of Kari’s damp pussy. When we reached the coast, we drove to a very isolated stretch of sand dunes where Kari and I had frolicked several times in the past. We pulled onto a gravel road that led to an old jeep trail that wound back into the dunes. I pulled the car into a shady grove of pines and cut the engine.
“Here we are,” I announced as I opened my door and stepped out. Toni eased out of the back seat and looked around.
“This is great!” she exclaimed. “How did you find this?”
“We were horny, one day,” Kari said with a slight grin.
While the goddesses were leaning against the car, admiring the view, I slipped out of my t-shirt and threw it onto the front seat. Kari smiled, then sauntered slowly around the front of the car and walked seductively up to me with her hands behind her back, the nipples of her breasts poking firmly against the thin fabric of her opened shirt. She pressed her chest and belly against me and gave me a nibbling kiss that sent the blood rushing to my crotch.
“Oh, you guys are so cute,” Toni chided. “Can’t you wait?”
“Wait for what?” I teased.
Toni walked around to where Kari and I stood, her eyes obviously darting about in an attempt to avoid a direct stare at the bulge in my boxers. “So,” she said, nonchalantly, “how do you work this thing?” She bent over and reached into the car to get the video camera. Needless to say, I could not help but take in the spectacle of her firm buns as she bent at the waist. I was certain I detected a slight dampness in the fabric that barely covered her crotch. I took the camera from her and demonstrated its use, paying particular attention to the operation of the zoom feature.
“I’ve got it,” she assured me.
I grabbed the duffel bag and swung it over my shoulder. “Let’s go.”
The three of us walked into the warming sand, the tiny grains sifting up through our toes. At ten o’clock in the morning the sun was already blazing, and the still, dry, air caressed our sensuous bodies. Toni continued to marvel at the scenery (as did I) and Kari walked close to me reaching out occasionally to brush my back with her fingernails.
After a short walk we reached the top of an old sand dune that was partially sheltered by trees on one side and open to the ocean on the other. It was here that I set the duffel on the ground and got out the blanket. After spreading the blanket, I opened the wine and invited my companions to join me in a toast. “To sex, wine and videotape,” I offered as I raised the bottle to my lips. Kari took it from me. “To sex,” she countered. Toni thought for a second. “To sex on videotape,” she said with a beaming smile as she tipped the bottle.
Suddenly, everyone fell silent and I’m sure we were trying to sort out what to do next. The silence didn’t last long, however. “Do you mind if I take this off?” Kari asked as she started to get to her knees to pull the shirt off.
I jumped at the opening and said, “Wait, I get to do that.”
“Toni,” I asked, “wanna take a couple shots?”
“Sure,” she said and jumped up. “Just a second.” She took a good, healthy chug on the wine, stood up with the camera, peeled off her top and took a couple of steps back into the sand. “Any time,” she prompted.
Both Kari and I were pleasantly surprised to see Toni’s pert, round breasts in the sunlight. We looked at each other, giggled, and moved together. We started with little kisses. Kari’s soft breath quickened each time I moved to nibble on her earlobes. “Close your eyes,” I whispered.
She was on her knees, her hands to her sides, her eyes closed as I stepped around behind her. We were both facing Toni and the whirring camera. I stepped out of my shorts and heard a soft gasp from Toni when she laid eyes on my smoothly shaved balls and the stiffening flesh between my legs. I looked into the camera and stroked myself a couple of times before sinking slowly to my knees behind Kari.
I eased her shirt up over the glorious mounds of her buttocks and nestled my cock and balls against her. She moaned and arched back gently against me as I reached around to cup her breasts in each hand. Surrendering to me, she threw her head back against my chest and parted her lips. As I kissed her deeply, we both moaned with desire. Her hand reached up to pull my tongue deeper into her hot mouth and my hands pulled the shirt slowly off her shoulders. It fell to the ground revealing her shaved pussy, tight tummy and rock-hard breasts to the camera. I ran my fingers all over the front of her smooth body, tickling the undersides of her breasts, tugging gently on her nipples, feathering the delicate skin of her stomach and hips. Every touch elicited a response. Kari moved her hips and groaned with every pleasure. My hairless genitals pressed into the small of her back.
From time to time I glanced toward Toni and was very happy to see that she had learned how to operate the camera with one hand. Her other hand roamed freely across her body and it was obvious that she was enjoying the show.
Tantalizingly, excruciatingly, I brushed my fingers across the tingling skin of Kari’s labia. The lubrication from her depths was literally soaking her crotch, causing it to shine and sparkle in the sun. I smeared it liberally across her belly and dampened her nipples with it. Kari’s breathing was becoming quick and rough by the time I finally slid my finger between her labia and over the bright red head of her clitoris. She let out a small squeal and opened her eyes. A dreamier, sexier look I’d never seen. Her eyes were glazed over with lust and I knew that she needed release very soon. She didn’t wait too long before she pleaded, “Please, put it in.” As soon as she uttered the words, I rubbed her clitoris a few firm, quick strokes and she dug her nails into my arm.
“You fucking tease!” she blurted. “I want it now!”
“Don’t move,” I ordered, as I descended to the blanket and eased my head between her legs. Looking up at her angelic face and smiling, I licked the insides of her shimmering thighs, rubbing my nose and cheeks across her sex, inhaling her fragrance and tasting her salty cum. I grabbed her hands and held them behind her back, imagining the wonderful video of my lover, naked, exposed and writhing above my busy tongue. Several times, I brought her to the edge, sucking gently on her tiny penis and burying my tongue deep within her love hole. She threw her head back and thrust her nipples to the sky, her taut tummy undulating with her hips.
I decided I’d give both Kari and Toni a little more to look at, so I eased out from behind Kari and crawled around in front of her. Again, I lay on my back and moved my head beneath Kari’s baby-smooth pussy. From this angle, Kari, Toni and the camera could watch as I slowly masturbated in front of them, from time to time spreading pre-cum across the engorged head of my rod. Both women moaned as they watched my hips move and my balls roll gently inside their smooth sacs. From time to time, I’d run my tongue from Kari’s clitoris back across her pussy and then bury it in her asshole. Each time I did that she groaned and her legs shook.
I felt the cum boiling inside of me, but each time it started to rise I slowed my pace and caught my breath, pinching the head between my thumb and fingers and pulling my cock high into the air for the camera.
Finally, I felt Kari was ready to dance, so I reached up and grabbed her hands again and held them firmly behind her back. I pulled on her arms so her belly and breasts arched toward the camera, then unleashed a fury of tongue lashings on her radiant clitoris.
“Ugh, ugh . . . augh . . . oh, ooh, OH! . . . YEASSS! . . OH YES! . . . aaaa . . . shit! . . Yesss! . . . god . . . shit . . . oh . . . god, yeasss! . . . FUCK! . . . ugh . . . agh . . . .” Kari screamed and bucked and screamed and bucked some more. My face was flooded with her slick cream.
Even Toni got into the act by coaxing Kari on. “God, that’s hot,” she groaned. “Cum all over his face, Kari . . . God, this is too Much!” Toni kneeled close to get some close-ups of my tongue as it flicked Kari’s clit like a vibrator. “Fuck his face . . . yeah . . . fuck him,” she directed.
Finally, Kari had enough. She was whimpering like a puppy as she fell to the blanket onto her back and splayed her legs wide, imploring me to impale her on my shaft. I have to admit, my own blood was running hot during all of this and a steady stream of pre-cum oozed out of the crimson head of my cock. A clear drop of liquid was sliding down my shaft as I positioned myself between Kari’s outstretched legs. Before me, Kari’s peach was spread, slick and glistening, swollen with blood and nerves, aching to be touched by anything.
I glanced at Toni who had stepped closer with the camera. Somehow, she had wriggled out of her bottoms and her free hand was slowly grinding into her crotch as she filmed the sizzling scene in front of her.
I placed the tip of my cock just inside the soaked lips of Kari’s love hole and waited long enough for Toni to get a good close-up shot before I slid slowly into Kari. Kari immediately dug her nails into my ass cheeks and held me tight as she ground her clitoris into my pubis and shook with another orgasm.
“Ugh! . . . Ugh! . . . Ugh! . . . Oh! . . . Yeah! . . . Yeah! . . . YEAH!” Kari’s cries kept coming as she writhed underneath me. Just as her vocalizations started to subside, I reached under her ass with one hand and started a strong, driving thrust, pumping in rhythm with her building crescendo of guttural moans, slapping my cum-soaked and sweaty balls against her tiny asshole.
I remember hoping that Toni was getting some good quality footage. I was hoping because I could see that she was thrusting her hips in rhythm with the fingers that she pumped in and out of her sopping pussy. Soon, her own cries of pleasure competed with Kari’s sobs of delight as a gut-wrenching orgasm wracked her sweaty body. I was too wrapped up in the sights and sounds to think about my own release. Besides, I wanted to save up a big load for the face shot that I knew Kari wanted.
I slowed the pace and allowed Kari to catch her breath, then pulled out slowly and sat back on my heels, smiling as I watched Kari’s glistening breasts heaving in the hot sun. I looked at Toni who was visibly weak in the knees from her pleasure. She was faithfully operating the camera, however - - a real trooper. I could see her training both the camera and her free eye on my glimmering meat, and her lips were moist and slightly parted as though she were dreaming of what it might feel like to be stuffed to the hilt. I reached out and took the bottle of wine in hand.
As I tipped the bottle to my mouth, I felt the delicate touch of my lover’s tongue on the underside of my rod. Kari had positioned herself just below my arching member and was gazing hungrily at it as she ran her tongue from my shining balls up to the tip. Each time she reached the tip, she took the swollen head into her mouth and moaned while her hands roamed over her body. Her head moved until my balls dangled above her mouth. She circled her thin fingers around my cock and stroked it slowly while she sucked, lazily, on my hairless scrotum.
“Don’t you want to cum, baby?” she crooned. “Don’t you want to watch your cum fly all over my lips?”
I could do little but groan. I glanced at Toni who was, by now, fingering herself to another orgasm. She was trying to time it so that she would cum when I did. Her hand would take on a life of its own until her breasts started to blush, then she’d slow her strokes until she regained composure. She was so beautiful, sweat rolling down her cleavage and dripping from her sun-drenched bangs, her tongue circling her lips and her hips rocking. She had sunk to her knees so she could get a good close-up shot of my impending eruption.
Kari gradually increased the pace of her stroking and, every once in awhile, she’d roll the head of my penis between her lips then return to her oral ministrations on my balls. The whole time, she was masturbating and bringing herself closer to her fourth orgasm. The sizzling, still, air was filled with gasps, moans, groans, slurps and sighs, as the three of us approached our respective edges. Kari spiced up the audio recording with her coaching.
“Cum on my face, baby . . . squirt for me . . . uh, huh . . . squirt my mouth, baby . . . nice cock, ummm . . . pretty cock, yummm . . . squirt my tits . . . gimme . . . uh, huh . . . gimme cummm. . . on my . . . ugh . . . oh, fuck . . . on my lips . . ..”
As we all came closer, Toni joined in with her own encouragement. “I have to cum . . . please let me cum . . . please . . . squirt . . . squirt your cream . . . I want to suck you dry . . . God, you (ugh) you . . . yeah . . . guys ( oh . . . fuck me) are so (ohh . . . ugh) fucking great! . . . Nice cock (ugh!) . . . cum, cum, cum . . . .”
Kari flicked her tongue like a vibrator, up and down the underside of my member, her hand pumping in a maddenly slow, steady pace. The molten cum inside of me started forcing its way to the surface.
Toni was the first to lose it, her hips shaking, her tits bouncing, her mouth open with screams of rapture. The camera was rolling.
I was next. I threw my head back and bellowed as streams of thick, white, juice spilled from the burning hole in my cock. I cried out in incredible pain and pleasure, my insides pouring across Kari’s lips and tongue, neck and breasts. White, creamy rivulets splashed all over Kari’s wrenching body as she jerked and twitched in the throes of her own moment of pleasure.
“God,” Toni begged, “can I put this down?”
“Not yet, I need to feed my baby,” I gasped. And, as Kari lay in a half-dream state, I bent down and licked up a big dollop of cum from her cheek and dripped it into her open mouth.
“Yummmm,” she sighed. “More.”
I sucked up another helping and let it run off my tongue and into her deep throat. “Mmmm,” she purred.
Toni couldn’t stand it, I guess, because she placed the camera on the blanket and bent down to lick the puddle of my juice that had gathered just below Kari’s rib cage. “Mmmm, that is good,” she joined. “More,” she mumbled as she popped one of Kari’s rigid nipples into her mouth and sucked on it hard. “More,” she whispered as she licked the tender, sensitive undersides of Kari’s breasts. “More,” she whispered, again, as she slid her mouth across Kari’s cum-soaked lips, her tongue darting tentatively into Kari’s mouth.
Kari raised her arms and clasped her hands behind Toni’s head drawing her into a long, passionate, relaxed kiss. This totally unexpected turn of events quickly caused my spent cock to climb to attention. I grabbed the video camera and took up where Toni had left off.
The women seemed oblivious to my presence as they caressed each other, fondled each other and showered each other with kisses. Kari was entirely relaxed and open as she allowed Toni to explore every inch of her flesh with her long, delicate fingers. Toni pulled away and started a slow crawl down the length of Kari’s sprawling body. She kissed her forehead, cheeks, earlobes, mouth, chin, neck, shoulders and paused for a langorous slathering of Kari’s breasts. Kari, of course, reciprocated by nibbling cat-like on the small, pink nipples that swung enticingly above her face. As Toni tongued Kari’s ribs and stomach, Kari mirrored the technique. When Toni jabbed her tongue into Kari’s navel, Kari drove her tongue deep into Toni’s little button. It was as if this had been rehearsed; they were dancing together. Eyes closed, moaning with satisfaction, the two lovers closed in on their targets.
When Toni reached my lover’s pot of gold, she gazed at it and gingerly ran her fingers along the naked, swollen labia, marveling at how beautiful Kari’s shaved pussy was. “I like this,” she crooned. Kari looped her arms over Toni’s hips and pulled her lips up to the engorged clitoris that poked its shiny helmet out from Toni’s neatly-cropped bush.
Toni slowly sank to one side and looped one leg behind Kari’s shoulder. Kari did the same. Both women snaked their tongues out, running them lightly from clitoris to asshole and back, pausing each time to suck gently on the little man in the boat. Both women were panting, their bellies moving together, their hips humping.
I was having a great time capturing this precious moment on film. I’d take a pan from head to toe, then back, recording the incredible perfection of the feminine forms writhing before me, from time to time zooming in on a curled toe, a flexed buttock, a glistening breast. I took great shots of rigid, little clitoris’s, swollen with blood, as they disappeared between soft, searching lips. I caught the liquid sounds of tongues flicking delicate assholes, of gasps and groans and growls.
Talk about voyeur heaven!
I don’t know who was the first to break, but at some unspoken cue both lovers turned their lips and tongues into high gear and hips and asses started to tighten and buck. Muffled screams of ecstasy punctuated each arch of the back and thrust of the pelvis. The two lithe bodies tangled and untangled in front of me like one organism. I don’t think I had ever seen so much contentment on two women’s faces as when Kari and Toni finally fell to their backs, panting, their legs flung wide, their sweat-streaked breasts heaving. I made sure I recorded their lazy smiles on tape, then set the camera down.
Toni was the first to break the silence. “God, that was intense. I’ve wanted to do that for so long. Thank you,” she purred as she delicately ran her fingers over the shiny, wet skin of Kari’s naked pussy.
“Believe me, the pleasure was all mine,” I said. “Anyone care for some wine and cheese?”
Kari started giggling. “I’m sorry, babe, I forgot you were here,” she chuckled as she propped herself up on her elbows. “Did you get any of that on film?”
“All if it,” I replied with a wink.
“Great! That’s going to be hot!” Kari bent forward and took Toni’s swollen clit into her lips and gave it a playful tug, then popped out of her lips and sat up. Toni’s ass jerked and she gave a little squeal. “You jerk!” she exclaimed.
The three of us sat in the searing sun, drinking wine, eating cheese and bread and looking at the white water of the ocean breaking onto the beach. After the last swig of wine, Toni leaped to her feet and ran to the water to cool off. Kari followed and I watched as the water nymphs splashed and played together in the surf. Finally, they threw their arms around each others’ glorious hips and walked back to the dune together.
I suggested that they lie down on the blanket and I’d rub some tanning oil on their drying backs. They readily responded by rolling onto their bellies, stretching like cats on a windowsill. I decided that I would test my ambidexterity and kneeled on the blanket between them. On each firm, smooth, back I poured a liberal stream of warm lotion. Kari responded by pressing her pubis into the blanket.
“Mmmm, that feels sexy,” she growled. “Like hot cum.”
I started with the women’s shoulders, massaging and kneading them in synchrony. They both rewarded my ministrations with moans of sleepy pleasure. When both backs were oiled and glistening, from neck to buttocks, I picked up the warm lotion and dribbled a slow, thick stream of it across the top of Toni’s gracefully arching ass, then at right angle down the deep crevasse of her cheeks. As I poured the liquid between her sun-reddened globes, she took a quick breath, moved her legs slightly apart and raised her ass gently so that the sensuous oil ran across her rosebud and down into the already drenched and lubricated folds of her puss. I repeated the process with Kari, then set the lotion down and began my most inspired massage ever. First, I spread the oil evenly, one hand gliding across Toni’s equally delectable ass. I used a firm, circular, motion to massage each hip and buttock. Starting at the waist, I’d move down toward the top of the legs, then up to the top and down to the opposite legs. Each time I moved up I’d slide the middle finger of each hand deeper into the slick “V” between the cheeks. Finally, on one inevitable upward pass, I slowly grazed both tiny assholes. Simultaneously, I heard a tiny moan from each of my captives, and both asses raised ever so slightly as my finger moved away. The next pass I made went past the asshole and dipped teasingly into the entrance of each flooded pussy. As I trailed my fingers upward I lingered at the delicate little rosebuds for awhile. Both Kari and Toni were my slaves at this point. Their legs were spread and their hips gyrated slightly as I traced their oily buttholes around and around.
“Nugh . . . uh, ooh . . . yeah . . . oh, yeah . . . ugh, ugh,Ugh! . . . Oooo!” Kari and Toni squirmed at the end of my fingers. I made them both nice and hot, then directed them to flip over so I could take care of what really needed taking care of. Neither woman hesitated at my suggestion. Both Kari and Toni giggled expectantly and flipped over onto their backs. The sun beat down and warmed the four pert titties that rose and fell with each sigh as my fingers streaked lotion around and over their hard, brownish-red nipples. I massaged each rib and gently kneaded each taut tummy. Occasionally, I’d return to a nipple on Kari and roll it firmly between thumb and forefinger while I did the same to Toni.
I have to admit that during all of this loving care administered to my two goddesses, my cock and balls were working overtime. My pole was rigid, every nerve ending buzzing. Pre-cum oozed out of the engorged tip and ran along the underside of my joystick. I knew that my second blast of the day would be a mind-blower, but I wasn’t sure how of when it would happen. The anticipation was incredible.
When Kari’s and Toni’s upper torsos were sufficiently well-lubricated I moved to their long, muscular legs. I oiled their feet, lingering on each perfect toe, then moved to their sexy ankles, up their shins and onto their warm thighs. When I was through with the introductions my women were thoroughly relaxed, yet buzzing with sexual energy.
Two delicate, beautiful, sensual triangular patches of skin remained. I started with Kari by dripping the warm lotion onto her smooth, wet labia. Each drop sent a spasm of delight through her hips. She spread her legs as far as she could, exposing herself totally. Her clitoris was engorged and jutting out into the sun, begging to be stroked. I aimed a large, hot drop of lotion and planted it on the flaming nub of her sex. She gasped as the lotion hit its mark and ran into the folds of her pussy. She reached out and grabbed Toni’s hand and squeezed it.
Toni started laughing when the lotion hit her crotch and started seeping between her labia.
“Jesus, that feels incredible,” she exclaimed as she flung her legs as wide as she could get them.
“I’ve never been so fuckin’ horny in my life. Kari, will you share him with me? I think I’d pop my rocks if he stuck it in one inch!” Kari didn’t need to reply.
I started by pressing down firmly with the heel of each hand on the slick mounds of my lovers and slowly circling. Both hips pressed up into my hands. Then I lightly traced first one side, then the other of both pussies, careful not to touch the throbbing, aching clitoris’s that thrust wantonly into the sun.
Slowly, simultaneously, I pushed two fingers of each hand into the juice-filled flesh of the vaginas that gaped, shamelessly, in front of me. Both women took deep breaths and, moving their heads together moaned deeply into each other’s throat, their tongues entwining. I started a slow, tortuous rhythm that had my lovers delirious with passion. Teasing my slaves, I occasionally withdrew my pumping fingers and massaged their clits until I felt they were ready to burst. Then, I’d resume the slow, steady, pumping, in and out, long strokes, in and out, deep strokes, in and out, with my fingers.
I finally decided that Toni needed some well-earned release so I positioned myself over her well-oiled, well-massaged pussy and teasingly lowered my cock and balls until my staff snuggled full-length between her labia. I slid my genitals back and fourth across her pleasure button.
“You bastard,” she growled. “Fuck me . . . oh . . . god . . . oh, fuck me . . . ugh, ugh! . . . PLEASE! . . . OH, don’t tease . . . Ugh, you Fucker . . . oh . . . yes . . ..”
She was just about ready to shoot through the roof when I dropped my clutch and put the pedal to the metal. My cock plunged into her depths and she pumped her hips to respond to each forceful thrust. Her head was flying back and forth and her arms were flailing. Screams of delight rang through the air as wave after wave of tension and release, tension and release, flowed through her abdomen, ass and legs. If you could believe all of the sobs of ecstasy and the bucking of her hips, I must have gave her a series of constant orgasms for about two or three minutes. Amazingly, my cock stayed as stiff as steel, but I didn’t release. It seemed like I could go on forever.
So, as soon as Toni started to settle down, I withdrew moved over to Kari and, after crooking her delicious legs over my shoulders, impaled her on my soaking rod. Her reaction was instant. Her hands gripped the blanket tightly and with her deep, dreamy, bedroom eyes, she gazed at me while her slender body wretched in orgasm beneath me. Her sweet mouth was parted, her lips were trembling and wet and she cried out with every deep, full plunge of my hard meat.
“Ugh! . . . Ugh! . . . Ugh! . . . Ugh! . . .” My drenched balls slapped heavily against her baby-smooth rectum. I was streaked with sweat by the time Kari started her descent and my body glistened in the hot air. Our shaved crotches slid to a slow grind.
Toni feigned amazement and asked Kari, “Doesn’t he ever cum?”
Kari smiled and said, “Let’s see.” She pulled away from me, leaving my dripping cock swaying in the hot air. She told me to lay on my back, then smiled devilishly at Toni and asked, “Wanna help?” Both women swooped down like birds and began nibbling and licking the entire length of my aching tool. One on each side, they ran their hungry mouths up and down and around my cock, slapping, flicking, slurping, kissing one another. They laughed, squealed, giggled as they went. Every once in awhile, Kari would take me deep into her throat, then Toni would follow. The sensation and the sight and sound was incredibly sensual. Kari finally directed Toni to play with my aching balls, to roll them gently in her hand. While that was happening both of my lovely cocksuckers faced each other and took my cock lengthwise between each other, with my cock running between them. In this position, they ran their heads up and down together, jacking me off with their mouths.
I could feel an immense pressure building deep inside of me. Kari sensed a pending earthquake. Mumbling, “Watch this,” as her head slid the length of my rod with Toni, Kari deftly slid a long, thin finger up my asshole and started massaging my prostate. That did it. I immediately caved in. It was like every muscle in my body came loose from its mooring. I was jelly.
I bellowed like a bull as my cock squirted load after steamy load of cum across the cheeks, lips, eyelids, chins and hair of my tandem lovers. Their mouths broke apart and their tongues danced around the head of my dick like soft, hot vibrators. They laughed and gurgled with delight as they tried to scoop up the juice that spurted from my depths. I laughed uncontrollably from the total release of pressure and inhibition.
We all fell back with laughter at the freedom and joy and love we felt for each other at that moment in time. No words were spoken; none were needed. We lay on the blanket in the blazing sun, our skin turning red, huge smiles of satisfaction on our faces. Somebody finally mentioned that they were getting burnt. So, we all decided to go back to the apartment and watch our tape. That was quite another experience . . . ..

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Lunch

Moving my feast around the bed, smelling the soft aroma of her sex, watching the flex of her ass, listening to her approach and the spilling over. Another sip of wine? Some brie? A slap, a pinch, a bite?
I wanted to suck on her toes, her clit, her nipples, her lips, her neck, for hours. We didn't have that, but we had enough to bind us forever.

Perfect Storm


The wind builds and the waves rush over the surface of my skin, the power of inexorable energy growing in the depths. This happens so rarely in one's life, and I will cherish the day, carrying the memory of her beauty and the unleashed force of this perfect storm with me, forever...


Drink




“Come in,” she said warmly. “I’m so glad you made it. Let me show you to the pool.”
Tara turned on her sun-browned toes, slightly jingling the silver bracelet on her ankle. She led me down a broad flagstone hallway toward the back of the house, her dark hair bouncing in tight ringlets to the small arch of her back, her round and oiled buttocks softly flexing with each step.
“Oh, wait here,” she directed as she ducked into the kitchen and returned with a large plastic cup filled with some kind of booze on ice. “Something to get ya going,” she purred.
The house was immense and rich, stone and wood, light pouring in at all angles. Photos, sketches and paintings of male and female nudes, some abtract, some graphic, lined many of the walls. As I followed the soft curves of Tara’s body through the house, I could hear the sounds of animated voices looming closer. Laughter, giggles, shouts of encouragement drifted in from the outside. Then, the unmistakable cries of pleasure, muffled moans.
I had heard rumors about Tara’s pool parties, but nothing quite prepared me for what I saw as we stepped out of the glass walls of the house, onto the patio. Tara is a cheerleader and star gymnast at a wealthy suburban high school. Her parents are in business together and are very successful. Fortunately for Tara, they are quite trusting and often leave her alone while they attend business meetings in Europe or Japan. Tara is stunning and, as is usual with beautiful people, her friends are uncommonly striking. Several of those friends had arrived before me and were all very comfortably naked, oiled and uninhibited. One of the male guests was splayed back in a recliner, his eyes closed, sweating. Between his legs rose a shining pole of flesh, the end of which disappeared into the stretched mouth of one of Tara’s friends who was blindfolded and could not see who it was who knelt behind her, sliding a rather large dildo in and out of her thrusting crotch.
Several of the guests gathered around, drinks in hand, cheering their blindfolded friend on. Suddenly, Tara commanded, “Drink,” and everyone took a gulp from their plastic cup, including the cocksucker, the dildo operator and the guy with the twitching dick.
Tara looked at me. “I have one of these parties about once every two months. I’d love to have you back but you have to obey three rules. First, you have to be naked at all of my parties. Second, for the first hour you have to wear one of these.” She reached into a box and pulled out a blindfold and slipped it over my eyes. “Third, whenever I say drink, you have to stop what you’re doing and take a drink.” She started unbuttoning my shirt. “O.K?” she asked.
Eagerly, I shook my head in agreement.
“Good,” she said. “Drink.”
And as I raised the drink to my lips my pants were pulled to my ankles and I felt a very delicate pair of lips encircle the head of my very stiff cock. It was all I could do to keep from inhaling a mouthful of alcohol. The lips backed off. “Mmm,” came an approving sound.
“Tastes just like chicken,” yelled a female voice from the far side of the pool. Giggles followed from all sides as someone grabbed my organ and gave it a gentle tug. As I obediently followed the hand, I could hear the muffled cries of what was probably the blindfolded girl as she very obviously had an orgasm, her mouth stuffed with meat. A couple of approving “Yes’s” punctuated the sweet music.
“Stand here,” a very feminine voice directed. I could hear the tinkle of ice cubes and a slurping sound. I raised my own glass to my lips and took a quick gulp. Moments later I was shocked by three ice cold tongues, two circling my nipples and one jabbing into the tip of my dick. My knees went weak and I reached out with my free hand for something to hold onto.
“Put it here,” the voice on my right nipple mumbled, and I felt my hand guided to a very smooth and wet pussy. The clitoris was large and round, and my fingers knew just what to do with it. Within moments, I could hear grunts and moans of encouragement as the sopping crotch pressed into my hand.
All the while, the frigid lips and tongues kept up their onslaught of my errogenous zones. Every once in awhile, a delicate hand would cup my balls and gently pull downward as icy lips slid the full length of my aching member. My hips started a slight rhythm of their own and I could feel the pressure building with each smack of lips.
“Drink” came the command and all action stopped while the cups went up. I expected the cool mouths to resume their torturous activity, but all I could feel after the gulp of alcohol was the thick wet folds of labia in my “free” hand and the hot afternoon sun on my skin.
“Make me cum,” whispered my right-hand companion in a rather urgent tone, and I could feel her pussy open and thrust forward into my twirling fingers. I flicked her clit faster, every once in awhile diving deep into her hole to rub her g-spot and lubricate my fingers. I could hear her kissing someone or some thing and moaning more frantically. Suddenly, I could feel her tense, and her pelvis started shaking uncontrollably. She started to cry out and it was, then, that the sadistic character of Tara,s little game became apparent. “Drink,” came the order from across the pool, and my companion, in the throes of orgasm had to try to take a drink. I could hear her yelling into her glass, then a long high-pitched whine as she took a mouthful of booze, then a quick gulp and a half-gargling gasp. Peals of laughter erupted all around me. It was then that I realized that I had been putting on an exhibition for quite a number of people. My cock, still stiff as a light pole, seemed to swell even more at the thought.
A pair of hands grasped my shoulders from behind and turned me to the right, while another hand gripped my penis. The hand very gently place the tip of my organ into a very wet and warm place and I involuntarily drove deep into it. Immediately, there was a gasp, and then a lusty voice urged me on.
“Pump it, baby. . . . Pump it in my hole . . . . Oh . . . yeah . . . yeah . . . yeah. Oh . . . god . . . fuck . . . yeah . . . Fuck! Me!
The voice drove me crazy. I felt like a machine. The pressure was building deep inside my groin and my ass drove my cock as far and as fast as it could toward the big release. Just before I spilled my guts, the hot muscles surrounding my dick tightened, and as my balls slapped happily, my fuck-mate cried out in orgasm. As her last wave was subsiding and mine was just about to break, I heard, “Drink,” from the far side of the pool. I stood there trying to drink and cum at the same time, but the distraction was enough to put the brakes on, and I stood there trembling and sweating, my balls drawn tight.
My frustration must have been apparent. A tongue started brushing the small hairs on my ass while small fingers circled my pole at the base and started a slow pumping rhythm. From time to time a tongue circled the head of my cock, gently flicking the sensitive underside. This sweet torture did not last long. I could actually hear my white cream splash against the lips and tongue of whoever it was that knelt before me. It felt as if my insides were pouring out all at once through the little tube in my penis. It was exquisite pleasure and excruciating pain all at once. I bellowed like a bull. A cheering section stood around me and whooped and applauded until the last thick drop of jism had been licked from the end of my dick.
Someone kissed me, then pulled the mask from my face. “Thought you might like to see what a mess you made,” purred Tara with a devilish grin on her face. She moved away and I looked down on one of the most beautiful faces I’d ever seen. Her name, I later found out, was Andrea and she kneeled in front of me, her nose, cheeks, lips, chin and breasts shining with my cum.
“Yummm,” she growled. “Will you please finish me off? she pleaded. She lay back and spread her legs wide, raising her hips and her glistening, shaved pussy to my lips.
“Drink,” came the command. And I did.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

The Beach





He was so cute; I couldn’t resist. I’d seen his body before, but not like that. It drove me
nuts.
Dan and I had been seeing each other for about four months, fucking our brains out for
about three and a half. It was a simmering day, and Dan suggested we head out to “the beach.”
I had no idea what beach he was talking about and slipped my skimpiest bikini on under my t-shirt and shorts. Turns out, I didn’t even need that much. The beach was a nude beach a few miles out of town, and when we arrived about 11:00 in the morning it was littered with brown bodies; not a stitch of clothing anywhere.
Now, Dan’s cock is a beautiful specimen even when it’s not hard as steel (which is not
often when I’m around). I was very interested in seeing if he could keep it under control when I
wriggled out of my bikini bottoms.
Walking down the sandy beach, the water lazily lapping at my toes, I watched Dan’s ass
flex under his shorts and his strong shoulders swing as he walked slightly in front of me. The
excitement of the moment made me wet, and I secretly wanted to do something outrageous.
Unbeknownst to my lover, I was scheming while he searched for a semi-secluded spot in the sand. My nipples tightened under my bikini top as my plan unfolded in my mind.
“Here’s a decent spot,” Dan said, and threw out the blanket and set up the beach chairs.
Without apparent hesitation, he stripped down to his muscles and plopped into a chair with a
broad smile on his face. “How do you like it?” he asked.
Staring seductively at his slightly twitching love muscle, I joked, “I hate it,” and peeled off my t-shirt. Untying my top and releasing my hungry breasts into the hot sun, I asked, “Cum here often?”
“No,” he said, appropriately; “I’ve never cum here.”
I stood in front of him, taking in the sensations that rushed through me as I looked around
at the water, the sand, the naked bodies, Dan’s gently glistening chest and stomach and his slowly inflating meat. “That’s too bad,” I teased as I untied my bikini bottoms and dropped them to the sand. I eased myself into the beach chair at his side, reached over and ran my fingernails up the inside of Dan’s thigh and purred, “Wanna cum here often?”

“How often is often?” Dan smiled as his gorgeous tool stretched out in the sun, falling
heavily against his belly.
“As often as you’d like,” I replied as I lightly traced the underside of his cock with a
fingernail.
Dan looked nervously about, suddenly self-conscious as he struggled, unsuccessfully, to
keep himself under control.
“Let me suck it,” I suggested, with a Cheshire grin.
“Here?” Dan asked nervously.
I circled his pole with my small fingers and stroked him slowly. “Just a little,” I cooed, as I bent over and popped the head of his cock between my lips. I slid my lips down as far as I
could, then inched my way back to the beginning. Holding his wet sausage in my hand, I pressed my thumb into the underside, just below the engorged head and massaged it in small circles. I licked his tiny nipples hard, then gazed into his eyes and implored, “Let me fuck it.”
Dan looked around to see if anyone was noticing my busy ministrations. “O.K.,” he
stammered, hesitantly.
I bent over and gulped his hot prick deep into my throat, groaning with wanton desire.
Dan moaned helplessly as I clamped my lips tightly and slid slowly up to the tip, where I paused
to flick the underside with my expert tongue. I giggled and sat back in my chair. “Not yet,” I
teased. I moved my beach chair so I was facing him and reclined with my legs spread invitingly.
Sliding a finger between the swollen folds of my labia, I said, “First, I need some suntan lotion and you need to cum. So, you just whip some lotion up for me and I’ll watch.”
I dipped a couple of fingers into my soaked pussy and smeared my lubrication liberally
across my clit. Then, I lazily stroked myself as I watched Dan take matters into his own hand.
“That’s right, baby,” I coaxed. “Make some lotion for my lips.”
I writhed in front of Dan, and in seconds my body jerked and spasmed in the throes of
ecstasy, my bronzed breasts lurching in the sun, my fingers flying across the head of my shining
love button. I felt so wonderfully open and free and uninhibited, I could have fucked Dan on a
stage in front of thirty thousand.
As I started to relax and regain my composure I was treated to my wildest desire.
Through half-closed eyelids I watched as my lover rose out of his chair, his hand violently
pumping his dick, his muscles shining in the sun. His voice was husky with desire and he cried
out as the first creamy glob of semen flew out of the tip of his crimson cock and splashed across
my slightly parted lips. I arched my back and caught the next load with my upthrust breasts. A
third squirt streaked across my sun-bronzed tummy. The last thrust of Dan’s hips brought a
small, slippery drop of cum to the tip of his flared tool and I hungrily lapped it up with my tongue.
“That’s number one,” I purred, as I smeared his juice all over my body.
The cool air rushing across my cum-soaked breasts made my nipples hard as pebbles.
Dan slumped back into his chair, his semi-rigid member falling heavily between his legs, a smile on his face.

Sunday Drive



My wife is such a tease! Tawni is 5’5”, sports a thick mane of curly golden
hair, has an ass to die for and a smile that, literally, charms my pants off. We’ve
been together for about five years and she still keeps me guessing.

Last weekend, Tawni pulled a stunt that still has my crotch twitching
whenever I think of it. I was sitting on the couch, reading the Sunday paper when
she walked into the living room, after her morning shower, and suggested that I go
out and take the top off of the convertible so we could take a ride out to the river.
I should have known something was brewing by the look of mischief in her eyes.
I dutifully walked outside and unsnapped the ragtop. The early July sky
was crystal clear, the air was dry and the morning sun promised a blazing day.
Tawni’s idea was a good one. I had no idea how good.

Just as I finished tucking the frame away, my lovely wife padded softly out
of the house and climbed into the passenger seat. “Ready?” she asked with a
broad grin.

I looked at her and grew a little weak. There she sat, wearing a bath towel
and sunglasses. Her hair was in a French braid, her skin glistened in the bright
morning sun. “Looks like you are,” I chuckled as I climbed in beside her and
started the motor. We rolled out of the driveway and out to the road that was to
take us out of town and into the surrounding desert. As soon as we hit the four-
lane highway that leads out of town, Tawni unwrapped her towel and draped her
right leg over the side of the car.

The rush of the morning air tightened and crinkled her perfect nipples; the
golden light cascaded around the smoothness of her breasts and tummy and spilled
across her delicate feet and sexy, tanned legs. Of utmost beauty, however, was
glow that radiated from her freshly-shaved pussy and the tender pink hood of her
clitoris. Needless to say, I had some difficulty keeping my eyes on the road.

There are three major intersections between our apartment and the open
road. Before we reached the first set of lights I made sure I was in the curb lane.
That didn’t deep the driver in the car next to me from noticing that I had a hot one
in the passenger seat. Tawni was reclining, her right hand tracing the puffy folds
of her smooth crotch, occasionally pulling at her nipples. Her hips rocked slowly
in the bucket seat.

The first set of lights was not too bad, but I could see trouble up ahead. My
hot lover’s eyes were closed and her breasts were rising and falling with the
rhythm of the finger that slid the length of her shining, bare pussy. As we started
slowing to a stop, Tawni’s hand increased its tempo, and when we pulled up
alongside the van at the stoplight, my beautiful passenger dove deep into her
gaping hole with two fingers.

The van next to us was full of a high school baseball team and they soon
had the windows packed. Hoots and howls of encouragement excited Tawni even
more and she gasped with an impending orgasm as I pulled away from the
intersection.

“Wow, that was close,” she said with a contented grin. She looked back
over her shoulder at the van full of admirers that was speeding to keep up with us
as we approached the final intersection. “Watch this,” she giggled.

My dick almost jumped out of my shorts when I saw her next move. She
opened the glove compartment where she had planted a very life-like replica of a
stiff, nine-inch cock. Out it came and in it went -- to the hilt. Tawni placed both
of her delicate feet on the dashboard and drove that dildo home, drawing it out
shiny and soaked, to its perfectly formed mushroom tip, then sucking it in again.
She started moaning and groaning as she pumped her sopping hole. Her
shameless clitoris stood out, reddish-pink and hard in the sun, begging for
attention. I wanted so badly to lean over and touch it with the tip of my tongue.
Tawni was nearly in a frenzy as we started to decelerate. Unconsciously, I
was humping the air and a spreading patch of pre-cum crept across the front of my
shorts. When we rolled to a stop next to the van full of cheering young studs,
Tawni raised her hips off of the seat so the appreciative audience could get a full
shot of that nine-inch tool pistoning in and out of her sopping cunt.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I licked my fingers, reached over and
rubbed her screaming clit furiously. That was all my little exhibitionist could
stand. Her body arched like a bow, her smooth belly and jiggling nipples jutting
to the sky. Her cries of pleasure drowned out the cheers of the crowd in the van.
She thrashed and bucked and tore at the seat until the waves of her orgasm started
to subside and, as we turned right and headed out of town, she melted into the seat,
whimpering.

As soon as she caught her breath, she leaned over and pulled my leaking
cock out of my very wet shorts. With the dildo still clutched in the muscles of her
pussy, Tawni tongued my tool until I filled her warm mouth with hot cum and the
sizzling desert air with my own bellows of ecstasy.


Tuesday Morning: Prelude


My mind hasn't been this useless in such a long time. The anticipation is killing me. I wake up rock hard and have to summon up the strength of Hercules to resist temptation. I will see her soon, will rip off her clothes, will press her skin against mine. O, the joy of passion!

BMan Fantasy 2009

It’s really not about the orgasm. Anyone of sensual proclivity knows that it’s all about the process, the slow simmer of psychic and physical juices, the melding of visual and tactile flavors, the making of the soup. It’s about running naked through the snow with a lover, licking the ends of her freezing nipples, grabbing her icy ass and holding her warm belly against you. It’s about thick olive oil on her legs, in the sun, her labia puffy and soft on your tongue. It’s about the feel of cum building in your stretched balls, working its way like lava through the length of your cock and seeping out in long, thin, streams. It’s about watching her from a distance, admiring the flex of her naked body as she works in the garden, sweat rolling down her browned flesh. Unrelenting pleasure, excruciating pleasure, gasping pleasure, unreleased pleasure, nail-raking pleasure: once it has started, you cannot stop it.

So, here I am in an airport, snowed in, waiting for a flight in the depth of winter. I sit in the cocoon of my thoughts, while disgruntled and exhausted passengers file by me like zombies. I sit against a wall, enjoying the sensation of the erection under my laptop, my mind buried to the hilt in the memories of summer’s passions.

How do I explain this thing, this contraption, this instrument of bliss? It is made of wood. I can dismantle it, transport it to distant locations, and set it up in minutes at my destination. It’s a rack, a cross, a chair. It’s festooned with eyebolts, straps and ropes. My lover, Liza, and I designed it after a round of chemically-fortified sex on an isolated Mexican beach. After giggling, stroking, drawing, licking, fantasizing, kissing and discussing our plans for hours, we banged our bodies into numbing orgasm. I couldn’t wait to get home, to get out the hammer, saw and drill.

I won’t bore you with the mundane details of design; I will simply describe how Liza and I put our creation to use. First, the location. Certainly, you’ve heard of Burning Man, a hedonistic festival that draws 50,000 fun-seeking people together, each August, for a week of libidinous debauchery in a northern Nevada wasteland. Liza and I trekked to this outrageous event, taking with us a week’s worth of food, drink and sex toys. During the day, the sun blazes on a treeless expanse of alkali, and winds can whip the dust into blinding shrouds that coat and seep into everything. At night, the place erupts into rave parties, light and fire shows, magic, and sensual delights that often defy description.

My lover and I drove the 1,500 miles to Burning Man in a truck that was loaded to axle-breaking capacity. On the roof rack was a two-room tent, a beaten couch, and our portable playground. We drove the entire route naked, windows down, wind rushing over our bodies. Occasional side trips down dusty roads ended in the most delightful of bent-over-the-hood quickies. We arrived at the Burning Man site (Black Rock City) physically drained and primed for more sex. Once we entered the City, we found a plot of dirt and set up our camp. It was a spare camp, consisting of the truck, the tent, the dusty couch and our wooden inspiration. Our sexual jungle gym looked like an other-worldly sculpture. Upright supports, padded horizontal beams, a chair with stirrups backed by a cross. It was exciting to look at, not so much for its aesthetic beauty but for the anticipation of ecstasy that it represented.

Liza and I were tired after our long day of travel, but we were naked and the sun was still shining. As if to try out the effectiveness of our creation, my beautiful lady climbed onto it and reclined in the chair, placing her feet in the stirrups. She was, of course, teasing me. We had already taken a test drive or two. Her blatant tease, however, worked as expected. In seconds, her ankles were securely strapped into place and her arms were bound over her head. She was all mine.

To better set the scene, the chair is raised a few feet off the ground. To get into the chair, my lover had to climb up into it. I could clamber onto a platform to fuck her, or I could bolt a horizontal beam in front of her that I would have to bend over, if I wanted to eat her fruit and be exposed. On this occasion, I decided to simply play with her. But, first, the oil.

While other campers drove or strolled by, I oiled my baby from head to toes, until she shone in the sun. She lay there, thrusting her pelvis toward the cloudless sky, while I kneaded her breasts and kissed her, brushing the end of my cock against the inside of her legs. But, this was all about teasing, about prolonging the slow smolder of building tension. My little prisoner was going to be the object of much experimentation in the art of sexual torture. I stood back and admired her captive beauty for what, probably, seemed like an eternity to her. Her breathing was shallow and quick. She longed for touch.

A young couple had slowed down to take a look at what was going on. They were quite interested. When they stopped, I slowly eased an oiled finger deep into Liza’s ass. She stopped breathing, for a second, then forced the air out in a long growling cry that rattled my balls. A slippery, glistening, drop of liquid oozed out of the end of my hard rod in response. The couple moved closer, watching as I eased that one finger in and out of my girl at a maddeningly slow pace. Liza was moaning with each long stroke and the audience stood mesmerized, clutching each other as if to keep themselves in control.

I pulled my finger out and left my princess to climb off the platform on which I was standing and walk around to her ear. I bit her neck and told her how absolutely beautiful she was. I whispered that others were watching, as I reached around to pinch her nipples. She gasped as her stomach tightened, and her hips shook. “I want it,” she mumbled. I sucked on her earlobe and said, smiling, “Yes, I know.”

My cock waved tall as I walked back around to climb between her immobile legs. I pinched her labia between my fingers and thumbs until she cried out in pain. I pulled the lips far apart, exposing her pulsing pussy and the copious dribble of her cum as it ran out of her and down across her puckered asshole. I ran my fingers around her opening, spreading her juice down her legs and across her glimmering mound. Her clit was swollen larger than I had ever seen it. It has taken on a deep glow as blood engorged it to the bursting point.

Another couple had joined the first, and the four of them crowded around to watch Liza’s torture. I winked at them as I climbed down, again, to whisper into my lover’s ear. I kissed her and told her that more people were watching her, admiring her body. I told her that I was going to make her cum, if she asked nicely. By this time, the viscous liquid of my pre-cum was running down the underside of my very hard cock. I stroked myself for the benefit of the crowd as I climbed back onto the stage. I leaned over and blew on my sweety’s clit. She sucked in a breath, in anticipation. The muscles in her bound legs twitched.

“Do you want to cum,” I asked.

“Yes,” she almost begged. “Please let me cum….”

“Ask me nicely,” I teased.

“Please, let me cum,” she repeated, almost whining.

“What?” I asked, as I rolled her clit, lazily, under my thumb. “I didn’t hear you.”

“PLEASE, make me cum,” she yelled.

It is difficult to explain to anyone just how much I love to bury my face in a woman’s sopping crotch, and to drink the intoxicating liquor that pours from her. I think it all originated with my first girlfriend, a girl who taught me (through years of adolescent experimentation) how to appreciate the subtleties of oral sex. Out of ignorance and fear, we never experienced intercourse. But, I learned my way around a pussy, and she certainly learned how to get the most out of my inexperienced high school pecker.

Anyway, there we were; my baby oiled and wet, and me hovering over her like a hummingbird over the most lovely of orchids. I had to make her scream for the crowd. After all, we wanted repeat business. I bent down close and, without warning, plunged two fingers deep into her while my tongue unleashed a barrage of flicks across the aching head of her clit. She bellowed in orgasm, every muscle in her body straining against the straps that held her captive. Her feet and hands punctuated each cry, fingers and toes curling, grabbing at the hot afternoon air. The hot nectar inside of her shot across my face and down my neck as I brought her, wave after delicious wave, to mind-blowing ecstasy.

When I sensed she was spent I backed away and tenderly released her from her bonds. I helped her down from her oily, sweaty, cum-drenched throne and she collapsed to the ground, her perspiring breasts heaving with exhaustion. I sat down beside her and cradled her in my arms. We had grown oblivious to the folks who had gathered around to witness our display, until one of the women walked up and asked if she and her lover might use our toy, sometime.

Bingo! It worked!
(Stay tuned for installments)