
Friday, January 2, 2009
Oysters

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.”
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?”
Toni started laughing when the lotion hit her crotch and started seeping between her labia.
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.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Lunch

Perfect Storm
Drink

“Come in,” she said warmly. “I’m so glad you made it. Let me show you to the pool.”
Eagerly, I shook my head in agreement.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
fingernail.
keep himself under control.
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.
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.”
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.”
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.
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.
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
BMan Fantasy 2009
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)