Briony was loving this and I was forgotten for the time being as she just enjoyed a very very skilled pussy eating. Megan had actually brought Janine to a shuddering climax while she was still eating pussy and leaving the strap on embedded in Janine, I slipped to the floor with Megan. She straddled my face, down my body and reached a very quick climax on my tongue before stunning me and sliding down my body. I was amazed as she slid her pussy over my cock then smiled.
"It's been a while" was all she said as she began to fuck herself on me.
The other two were oblivious to us, as we were almost out of sight anyway but Megan clearly wasn't used to a guy as she stopped before long. Briony was in the throes of orgasm, clutching Janine's head to her pussy as she humped her face. Then it was over and as Briony recovered, Megan pulled Janine out from under her and led her to the other bed. She straddled Janine's face and reaching down her body, she began to play with the dildo in Janine's cunt as her pussy was eaten again. I was left with the sight of Megan beginning to fuck herself on Janine's face!
I had enjoyed my brief fuck with Megan and wasted no time in sliding into Briony who sighed with pleasure as she felt me enter her. After only a few minutes though, she stopped me.
"Let's go next door" she said and I agreed, pulling out of her as we got up to leave.
I was left with the image of Megan sitting upright, sighing at what was happening as Janine ate her out. Briony and I resumed fucking immediately and over the course of the night, I came 3 times, twice in her mouth and once in her pussy which Janine had cleaned earlier. Briony looked so hot sucking my cock, perfect taut body as her head bobbed away. If I wasn't fucking her, then my tongue was inside her and she couldn't get enough of oral that night. We woke early in the morning and had sex again before I spent close to an hour bringing her to 2 orgasms with my mouth. Finally though, it was over and Briony gave me her number.
"Look, I know I have a guy back home and you have Janine but if things ever change, well let's sort of keep in touch and just see?" she asked me.
"That would be great babe. Really great" I assured her as we kissed one last time.
Janine returned and looked tired but happy. She said her tongue was sore and when I asked how many times she had went down on Megan she turned to me.
"I lost count in the end" was all she said.
The girls left about 2 hours later, no doubt to sleep off their holiday tiredness on the plane, while Janine and I had until evening to wait. We laid by the pool all morning then in the afternoon went indoors and fucked again before she gave me a fantastic blow job before we packed up to go, no doubt to have more adventures when we returned home!
The End.
Uncut is Better
If you were to tell Judy she had a fetish, she would probably say you were crazy. To her a fetish is a man who wears panties or maybe a woman who flashes in public. However, if you were to ask one of her really close friends they would say she defiantly had a problem. For you see Judy has a thing for uncircumcised men almost to the point of refusing to fuck a man with a cut cock. She is famous among her friends for the way she cops a feel before she will go out with guy. She tries not to be obvious but if she can't happen to bump into him, she just reaches out, and grabs him. If she can feel that corona around the head of his dick, it's see you later Charlie.
Most of her friends will tell you Judy is a great girl and always a lot of fun to go out with no matter where. She laughs easily but not loud and obnoxious, also she has no problem with being a friend's wingman when needed. Although not many would call her beautiful she is cute, and with her dainty body and her perky smile, she has no problems attracting men. Her light blue eyes and dark hair set off each other well as she likes to say, "Blondes attract boys and brunettes attract men."
As for the fetish she claims she doesn't have, I believe it started out as a novelty with the first uncut man she fucked. Judy had already been with quite a few sexual partners before her first uncircumcised encounter and to her; a dick was merely a sexual device to get off with and nothing more. To tell the truth she didn't pay that much attention, she didn't really care if the man was big or small, as long as it wasn't too big or too small. As long as the man functioned, she was happy and even if he was having problems getting it up, she never minded doing her part. Giving oral was not something she particularly liked to do but to get a guy hard it was not a problem.
All that changed the night she met a guy from Germany named Rolf. Truth be told the main reason she agreed to the date was his name, it just cracked her up to say Rolf, as it sounded like something a dog says. When they went out Judy hadn't planned to have sex with him but in the end she decided she liked the way he looked and invited him up to her place. His strong features were softened by his blond hair and his European style made him seem suave and confident. They ended up in her bedroom and when he pulled a condom from his pocket, it made her happy to see he believed in safe sex. Almost as a reward for his thoughtfulness, Judy volunteered to put the rubber on him. This was something she seldom did and she hoped she didn't mess it up. She was sitting on the edge of the bed as he stood before her.
Judy was just ready to rip the package open as Rolf dropped his pants. She sat there staring at Rolf's cock in amazement; of course, she had heard of uncircumcised men and had even seen a picture or two. Yet here was Rolf uncut in the flesh, so to speak, and standing right in front of her. Her staring embarrassed him and he apologized for not warning her that he was uncut. Judy told him it wasn't a problem and it was just she'd never seen one before. Judy would never remember whether she asked to touch it or that Rolf offered her the chance but she'll never forget the thrill she got the first time she slid his foreskin back to expose the gland. She giggled as she repeated the move and soon she was actually jacking him off. When he warned her, he might climax if she wasn't careful, she pleaded with him to allow her to make him cum, and when he said yes, she increased her movement vigorously. Rolf the perfect gentleman told her as he was about to shoot and all Judy did was put her face closer as a target. When he came, he shot all over her face, it even got into her eyes and made them burn.
They never did screw that night because after he got hard again she wanted to give him a blow-job instead. As she put him in her mouth, she noticed first how firm the gland was as compared to the soft foreskin below it. Somehow, this intrigued her and she enjoyed feeling the differences in texture. When he came, she swallowed without giving a second thought and although she didn't care for the taste, she found she didn't mind it at all.
She and Rolf dated steady for the remainder of his stay in town and Judy found she was sad and disappointed when he left. This had not been love, it had been about sex, and both were well aware of what their relationship meant. Judy went back to dating but found herself thinking about Rolf more often. She found that she now had a bigger interest in a man's cock than before but as yet; she hadn't realized her interest was in uncut over circumcised.
The following summer the fates smiled down on our heroine and sent her another uncut male for her enjoyment. Again, she was enthralled with his dick, as she couldn't keep her hands off the poor man. Although the sex was great, the man was nothing like Rolf had been and was a total bore so she didn't go out with him again. It was then she had her epiphany, it wasn't that Rolf or even the other guy were great sex partners it was their uncircumcised dicks that turned her on. From then on, it became her quest to date only uncut men. She decided that way even if the guy was a lousy lay she could at least have fun with his foreskin. Although Judy still dates circumcised men, if she could choose all her dates would be uncut.
The End.
My Lover's Memoirs
As I clean my apartment, I find within a small wooden treasure box, an old letter that my ex-lover sent to me. He said he wrote it so I would always have a memory of our time together. It has been many years since we broke up, and with tenderness I open the letter. The yellowed pages unfold and with teary eyes and a heart full of
memories, I start to read what happened long ago with the man I thought I loved more than the world.
My beloved mistress, this is my memory of what happened two nights ago, it is still fresh in my mind, and thus I write.......You are leading me down a hallway, the hall is dark except for the occasional burning torch. The walls are black and damp. You are wearing a black cloak with a hood covering your head, a few strands of your fire red hair have fallen out from underneath the hood.
In your hand is a leash that leash goes to the collar on my neck. I am following you, not knowing what to expect. I am wearing nothing, my hands bound behind my back, and my legs shackled. I nervously look around not knowing where I am going, not knowing what will happen, and I find this excites me.
We finally make it to a pair of large oak doors, you push them both open with ease. I see a dark room in front of me. All of a sudden hundreds of candles flicker to life. I am blinded for a second from the light, but when my eyes focus I see a path of candles leading from the door to a bed with the candles circling it. The bed is a large canopy bed, black satin hangs from the top, red satin sheets adorn it.
As I am looking around, trying to see walls or a ceiling in the infinite large room, you step in front of me and pull the leash so that I am looking at you. With your free hand you take the hood off to reveal a soft, white face, luscious red lips, fire red hair in curls. Then my eyes meet with yours. I stare into them, totally losing myself in your eyes. I feel as if you are looking down to the depths of my soul. I feel the urge to drop to my knees and I do. Your lips curl up into a smile.
You walk behind me, release my legs from the shackles, and unbind my hands. You walk over to the bed and stand next to it. I feel the urge to walk over to it, and I do. Again, you smile.
I sit down on the bed, you lean down, look deeply into my eyes again, then brush your lips across mine. I start to follow them as they leave, but I meet your eyes again. This time your eyes make me stop following, and go back to where I was. Then I lay down on the bed, you take my right hand with your gloved hands, stretch it to the bed post, and tie it securely with a strand of black satin. You do the same with my left. Then you move down to my feet, lean forward, and run your hands down from my right inner thigh down to my foot, placing it in position, and secure it. You do the same with my left. Then you come up and take off the leash, knowing that you do not need it anymore.
Then you stand at the foot of the bed, looking at me, tied, unable to move, looking up at you. Then you shed your cloak. Underneath I see a black lace corset, pushing your lily white breasts up. A short black lace skirt, black stockings going down to black high heeled boots. Then a pair of black satin gloves, going all the way up to your elbow. You hair, in curls, falling down over your chest. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest with excitement. You move over to the side of the bed and take one of the black candles out of its holder, then turn back to me, your crimson lips smiling.
You take the candle, hold it above my chest and tilt it slightly, a single drop of hot wax falls and lands right over my heart. I gasp loudly, then breathe heavily. You move it down, just a little further, a drop falls not too far from the last as you tilt it, and I moan out in pleasure. You proceed to do this, then after a drop lands under my belly button, I think you will stop, so I relax. I look up and see you getting ready to tilt the candle again, my heart pounds, and before I can utter a word, a drop falls less than an inch from my hardened sex. I scream out in pleasure, body involuntarily straining against the restraints. You look down on me and smile.
You walk over, put the candle back, and get a silk cloth. You come over and wipe the wax off of my body, kissing the spots where it dripped. My breathing accelerates the further down you go, then as you get the last one, you move your head away, my heart skips a beat. Then at the last minute, you flick your tongue out across the head of my sex. I start moaning loudly, getting ready to release, then I feel your hand constrict around the base, not letting me release, not yet. After you are sure that I won't, you look at me with a slight tinge of anger in your eyes, let out a soft, low growl saying, "You did not ask my permission."
You then walk away into the darkness, returning with a blindfold. You grab me by the hair and pull my head up as you fix the blindfold so it covers my eyes. I hear you walking around me, as if you are deciding what to do next with your prey. I hear you stop, a moment later I can feel your hot breath on my neck, then I feel your teeth clamping down on my shoulder and hear you let out a low growl. You tug at the flesh as I moan. You move up, biting my neck, I scream louder. Then you bite down right on the front of my throat, just hard enough to prevent me from making a noise. I stop screaming immediately and am breathing heavily. You let go of my throat, even though I can't see it, I know there is a smile on your lily white face.
The next thing I feel is you sitting down, straddling my stomach. I feel the satin of your gloved fingers tracing around my nipples as they harden. Then I feel those fingers pinch on them and begin to pull. I arch up as much as I can till the restraints stop me, breathing harder the further you pull them, then moaning as you yank hard and release.
Then I feel you get off of me. I hear you moving around just to my right. Then I feel you stand up on the bed, one foot on each side of me, right under my arms. The next thing I feel is your shins on my arms, and you sitting down on my face. I am stunned for a moment, then you dig your heels into my side. I slide my tongue up inside of you, moving it all around. I feel you slowly begin to move up and back across my face. I move my tongue in and out of you, brushing against your clit, I feel you jump and stop moving up and back. I run my tongue across it some more, hearing you moan louder and louder as I move my tongue across it faster and harder. Then I hear you let out a bit of a scream and a growl as I feel my face get glazed over.
I feel you stand up off of me, a silk cloth to wipe my face off, then leave the cloth in my mouth for me to taste. As I am tasting it I hear you moving around some more. Then the cloth is taken out of my mouth and I feel something tracing around my lips, I reach my tongue out to lick it, but you pull it away. I feel a light slap to the side of my face. A few seconds later I feel it tracing around my lips again. Then I feel your press it into my mouth and I begin to suck on it, realizing it is your nipple. I suck gently on it, darting my tongue across it, bringing it deeper into my mouth, scraping my teeth across it lightly.
You take it out of my mouth, replace it with the other, and I do the same. Then you take that one away, and I feel you standing over me, your feet by my legs, then the blindfold gets pulled off. I look up and see your lily white body standing over me, wearing nothing but your gloves, your hands on your hips, looking down at me.
You squat down, taking the head of my sex into you, I gasp, you smile. Then in one fluid motion you slide my sex all the way inside of you. Feeling I am about to cum again, you raise up a little and grasp the base again until the urge is quelled. You sit back down on it, smiling as I have a look of frustration on my face. You begin rocking back and forth, leaning down and whispering, "Not until I do," into my ear. I rock back and forth on my sex, harder and faster with each motion. I moan in pleasure, biting my lower lip. You begin to moan loudly as you reach down and run your gloved hands over my chest. I feel you starting to buck harder and moan louder. Then I hear you gasp sharply as you release, the second after you do, I scream out and release into you.
Then you lean down, unbind my hands, wrap your arms around me and pull my spent body up to yours. You press your lips to mine, sliding your tongue into my mouth and moving it around. I put my arms around you as you pull me tighter. Then you pull your lips away from mine, laying me back down on the bed. You take your gloves off and lay down, with your head resting on my chest, listening to my heartbeat. I put my arms around you as we both drift off into sleep.
For the one whom I love, my beloved mistress...
The End.
The First Time
Part 1:
We had talked online an
d over the phone several times. We had a connection. We came from similar backgrounds and had similar interests and values. We both could tell we were "clicking." We had exchanged photos. Neither of us was gorgeous; but she had that seductive and inviting smile. It talked to me; I swear it did. It was in her smile.. and in her eyes.
She lived on the other side of town; 40 miles away. We had planned several times to meet, but just could not pull it off. We had talked about love and sex; birth control, limits, preferences; we even considered phone sex or cyber sex. But the real thing seemed more appealing... and entirely possible. Though just the sight of her name on my buddy list gave me a hard-on.
Late one Friday night we talked about finally meeting. I suggested that if we met at some restaurant, we'd probably have to find a motel room before we made it through the meal. That was when she suggested I come over to her place... right now.
Now?
Well, why not? Gees, I had not had sex in over a year; I donno how long it had been for her... some time. And this was sex... virtually guaranteed. Making love... just as we had discussed.
Now? Of course.
I was ready to leave within 10 minutes. Nothing special to wear; I was prepared. It was the longest 40-mile drive in my life. I did not get there till after 1 a.m. She heard my car drive up and opened the door for me. She was very much as I pictured her, though she was shorter than I expected. We said hi... warmly. Our eyes met; we surveyed each other. She invited me in; she had wine glasses on the kitchen counter. She was wearing the long football jersey and the pink panties, as she had promised. Then our eyes met again. We froze briefly, then I reached out to kiss her. Our lips locked tightly as we embraced. My cock was straight up, held tightly against my stomach, though I am sure she could feel it. It had gotten smaller as I approached middle age. But it was huge and thick just then. I reached around her back and under her loose jersey. Her back was warm... almost hot. Her lips were wet. Her skin was silky smooth.
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