At the first touch of my mouth, she trembled and collapsed forward. The two women continued to explore each other with their lips, their bodies molded one against the other. I separated Marlene's legs as well, and now had access to two lovely treasures at once. Immediately taking advantage of the fact, I ran my tongue from the bottom of Marlene's opening to the top of Lilly's, then plunged back down again. Soon both women were writhing in ecstasy, their copious fluids mixing in a delightful carnal cocktail, which I lapped up as fast as I could.
Marlene was the first to reach her release. She threw her arms around her newfound friend and held her tightly. Lilly held both of Marlene's nipples between the tips of her long fingers, as Marlene thrashed beneath the attentions of my tongue.
When Marlene's climax had begun to subside, I turned my attention to Lilly. Burying my tongue deep inside her vagina, I stroked in and out while circling her clitoris with my thumb. As she came closer and closer to orgasm, I moved more and more slowly, until at last her climax rolled out of her in a long, strong, steady flow, accompanied by a moan that came from the depths of her soul.
The two women lay side by side on their backs in luxurious relaxation, holding hands and feeling the sun on their skin. Lilly stirred lazily and, looking at me, said, “Don't you want your release, too?”
“Oh yes,” I replied. “But sometimes I get it in a different way.” And I returned to my task of setting up an easel and mixing paints, then added to my explanation: “I'll be fine, as long as the light holds out.”—S.C., San Diego, California
COMING TOGETHER AGAIN, AFTER BEING APART FOR MUCH TOO LONG
Over the hiss of the shower she heard the front door slam. Her husband yelled, “I'm home, honey!”
She kept quiet, knowing he would find her sooner or later, and anticipating his reaction when he did. She heard him wandering around the house until he finally reached the luxurious bathroom that graced the master bedroom of their large, ranch style house in the Canadian Rockies.
Through the rippled glass of the shower door, she could just make out his form.
“You okay in there?”
“Yes, honey, I'm fine. Thanks.”
“Can I get you a towel?”
“No thanks, I can get one!”
“Well, I guess I've just about run out of excuses to come in there.”
“Since when did you ever need an excuse?”
While saying this, she seductively swung open the glass shower door. The steam and filtered light silhouetted her form just so, her curves seeming to glow in the dimness, her nipples crinkling in the cold air, her hair wet and slicked back from her face.
She had one arm high on the shower door, the other hidden behind her, and her full, ripe breasts had never looked so enticing. Tiny, crystalline drops of water dangled from their watermelon-colored tips. Her body shimmered with dampness and steam, her legs smooth and her place of pleasure smoothly shaved. He could clearly see the precious cleft that enclosed her sweet pleasure-button, and the rosy petals, already moist from the shower's heat, growing moister from within.
She beckoned to him with a finger, and he slipped off his tie and shirt, not wanting to remove his pants just yet, not wanting to return to the torrid pace of the workaday world. He wanted their time together to last, needed it to, and if he allowed himself to be too close to her right now, he wouldn't be able to control the desire that burned like white fire in his loins.
He stepped toward the shower, his chest, slightly tanned and sporting a tattoo of a large dragon, already sweaty from the excitement of seeing her like this. He let his hands roam over her for a moment, feeling the wetness of her body, the heat, the wonderful curves that had made him so happy for so long. He reached up to cup a breast, and marveled at its heavy fullness in his hand. He kissed the tightly knotted nipple, gently at first, but with ever-increasing passion, as his need for her grew until he could control it no longer.
His trousers seemed to fall away, freeing his manhood from its confines. It forced itself out into the steamy air, fragrant with the aroma of her womanhood. He slipped his hand between her firm thighs as she whispered his name and bent her knees slightly, opening herself to him. He felt her slick juices on his fingertips and brought them to her mouth. She sucked his fingers furiously, tasting herself, tasting her need for his love, his embrace.
He sensed her readiness and, removing the rest of his clothing, stepped into the shower with her. Closing the door behind him, he shut out the world, giving them time and space to relish each other's company. Here and now they could enjoy each other's body in a way that had lately been rare and, therefore, treasured.
Their bodies, wet and heated, slid together in a passionate embrace. He took her head in his hands and parted her quivering lips with his thrusting tongue, searching and exploring her. She returned his caresses, kneading his ass with her small, gentle hands. He felt his loins tighten at her touch, and his erection throbbed between her legs. He pivoted his hips back and forth a few times, the water creating a wonderful friction when it was mixed with her sweet, musky juices.
She cried out for him and placed one leg around his hips, begging him to carry her to the heights of ecstasy, but he refused, groaning that it was too soon. He wanted to give her pleasure in a way she'd never forget.
He lifted her ass onto the low shelf of the shower wall, knelt between her glistening thighs and moaned at the way her petals opened up to him, revealing her dark, moist passageway. As she began to shudder, he teased her swollen clit with the very tip of his tongue, making her cry out and grasp his hair, pulling him closer. He drank the sweet honey from her special place, swallowing it in great gulps as the water cascaded down her breasts and belly. He sucked hungrily at her, licking and nibbling her until she felt faint. Ass perched on the edge of the shelf, back arched and head thrown back, hair matted in wet tangles over her burning brow and well-toned shoulders, she began to heave and buck. Her legs were raised high and her ankles rested on his shoulders, tightening in pleasure as he teased her.
Finally he stood, and let his large erection bump against her open lips, slightly parted now to welcome him. She stuck out her rosy pink tongue and touched him there, tasting his salt, letting it ride over her tongue, letting him wait.
Suddenly she took him deep in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his knob, making him stiffen with shock and pleasure. She heard him groan, and felt him place his hands lightly on her head, guiding her, encouraging her. She drew back and, using her tongue quickly and ticklingly, she moved down his shaft again, clasping her lips tightly around the base of his cock and sucking as hard as she dared, making him cry out. She sucked harder, enjoying his reaction to her caresses. She released his cock and held it gently, lifting it slightly so she could get at his firm balls, taking one in her mouth and kissing it with her tongue. She hummed, and the sweet vibration sent incredible shock waves through him.
She loved him this way for a little longer. Then they both stood and she kissed his lips. Staring into her eyes, he hoisted her so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. When she felt the soft tip of his manhood bump against her place of pleasure, she angled herself so that he slid slowly in, making her spurt with wetness and push herself to him in her need. He drew back and rammed into her, needing her urgently. His balls slapped her ass as he pounded into her, their wet bodies making squishing sounds as they moved, the odor of their coupling wafting to them through the steam, the friction bringing them to absolute ecstasy.
Their motions slowed, and he lowered her to the shower floor, still straddling him. They shared their long-held passion until she felt him shudder, as his life spilled into her. She rested her head against his strong shoulder and sighed.
He remained in her until the water turned cold. Then they dried each other with massive towels and went to their bed, where they lost no time in making up for the weeks they had been apart.—B.B., Augusta, Maine
LIGHTNING STRIKES TWICE—OUTSIDE THE WINDOW AND IN THE BEDROOM<
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As the rain poured and the thunder cracked outside, my lover's eyes sparkled in the candlelight. I live for that fire in Robin's eyes and the way it lights her face when she sees me. Robin is so beautiful. Her tan skin is so soft and responsive to the touch of my hands. Her desire for our love radiates with an intensity unlike anything I've ever felt before.
We kissed, and I closed my eyes and felt her breasts press against me. With my fingertips I gently caressed her face and stroked her beautiful hair. Barely touching her skin with my hands, lightly brushing her lips with mine, I started to drive her wild. Knowing how much she desired me gave me a deep surge of fulfillment. Neither of us wanted our embrace to end.
I could have kissed Robin for hours, my lips pressed against hers, slightly parted, our tongues tangled. Instead I opened my eyes and broke the kiss so that I could look at the rest of my darling. I moved my hands along Robin's neck, her shoulders, arms and breasts. I couldn't get enough of Robin's body. My fingers wandered underneath the straps of her red negligee and slid it down her shoulders, exposing her perfect, round breasts. Teasing her breasts with my mouth and hands, I avoided her nipples as long as I could will myself to resist. Robin's nipples were hard, and so was I, as her hands began to roam over my body. Our breathing was heavy, our bodies hot—it was heaven for both of us.
We continued exploring each other's body, yearning for each other. I moved my kisses lower, moving around Robin's love-nest but avoiding direct contact, kissing and touching every where except the center of her desires. Her body was begging for release. Breathing lightly on the lips of her pussy, I extended my tongue and moved it along the outside of her labia, from bottom to top, then down the other side. Next my tongue ran along the insides of her lips, lightly at first, then harder.
Finally I approached Robin's musky entrance, and began pushing my tongue as far inside her as I could. Her pussy is so soft, and it tastes sweeter than a dream. When at last I focused my attention on her clit, it grew inside my mouth as I sucked on it. Robin climaxed again and again, spreading her juices all over my face. The waves started low, rose to a furious intensity and then subsided.
I moved up to kiss her again, and our lips met with as much passion as before. Kissing me, she used her tongue and mouth to taste her own sweet juices. Robin couldn't get enough of her slick essence, and the sight of her tongue darting here and there, seeking the feminine flavor, deeply excited me.
She was on fire as she grabbed my hardness. Robin wanted to take it in her mouth. With her tongue she teased me for the longest time, finally engulfing my cock. Oh, what a feeling it was, having her warm mouth all over me. Her breasts rubbed against my legs, my balls, my shaft. I was breathing so heavily that my face started to tingle. Then slowly the warm, prickling sensation spread through the rest of my body. I felt her hair and her skin with my hands. I wanted to explode in her mouth, to see my come dripping from the corners.
But not this time—I wanted more to be inside her. Robin gasped that she longed to feel my hardness inside her. Straddling my cock, Robin slowly swallowed my cock with her velvet sheath. My penis seemed to swell until it filled her up inside. The feeling is difficult to describe, but I know I'll never forget it. I rolled on top of her and surrounded her body totally with mine, slowly moving in and out of her. At first I went in and out just an inch at a time, then another inch, until we could no longer bear the pleasure and I buried my cock inside my beloved. I pulled out the entire length, then slid in again repeatedly, stimulating her clit by moving my cock back and forth as I reached the deepest part on each stroke. Intense pleasure built inside our bodies. Our climaxes couldn't be stopped, and we writhed in each other's arms as our bodies exploded from an overdose of lovemaking.
I will remember this always as the most sensuous and passionate experience in my life.—A.M., Chicago, Illinois
THE BEST LOVERS ALWAYS START OUT AS FRIENDS FIRST
I've been friends with a wonderful man for years. His name is Eric. He is very handsome with a beautiful, warm smile and a great personality. We've always been close and have often had conversations about sex but we never actually made love together until one night last month when I decided to seduce him.
After thinking about it for a while I concocted a scheme. Eric has his own business so I arranged for a friend of mine to call him and make an appointment to discuss a business venture with him. This person asked Eric to meet him at his hotel since he would only be in town for one night. Of course I was the one who had something to discuss with him.
When Eric got to the door on the prearranged night he found a note telling him to come in and make himself at home. He walked in to find the room filled with candles and roses. There was a bottle of chilled champagne with two glasses sitting on the coffee table next to a tray of caviar and a bowl of fruit. He called out, “Hello,” thinking he must have the wrong room.
I walked out wearing a black lace bustier with garters, black nylons and high-heeled pumps. His jaw dropped in shock as I walked slowly toward him. He couldn't take his eyes off my full breasts, which were peeking over the top of the low-cut bustier just enough to give a hint of my pink nipples. I closed the door behind him and poured us both a glass of champagne.
I took one look into his passion-filled eyes and knew I couldn't wait any longer. I pressed myself against him, pushing him against the wall. The full force of his masculinity so close to me was overwhelming. I looked into his eyes and hungrily gave him a deep, probing kiss. I could feel the tip of his growing cock pressing into the small space between my legs.
Pulling myself away from him I lay back on the sofa. After slowly taking off my panties I wet my finger and started massaging my juicy cunt. He looked at me with a devilish smile and the bulge in his pants grew larger.
I took a banana from the fruit bowl, peeled it and started to mold a penis out of it with my teeth and fingernails. I pulled him over and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock so I would have a model for my sculpture. I ran my fingernail down the length of the banana to make the underside ridge and then I used my teeth to carve the tip. At the same time I fondled Eric's rock-hard cock to make sure I got it right.
When my sculpture was perfect I began to lick the banana, my long tongue caressing the soft, curved flesh. Eric's breathing got heavier. I pulled him toward me and closed my lips around the tip of his cock, sucking it deep into my mouth.
His hands pulled the straps of my bustier off my shoulders and he slowly searched my breasts until he zeroed in on my hard nipples. I moaned with pleasure from the combination of his rock-hard cock in my mouth and the feel of his fingers slowly moving across my sensitive nipples. I let the shaft of his penis slowly slide out of my mouth and then pressed it between my large breasts, never releasing the head of his long cock. He moaned with pleasure as I slowly licked up the pre-come that dripped out of his cock.
Suddenly he pulled me up to him, pressing my breasts against his broad chest. He began kissing me deeply and passionately. I ran my fingers across his nipples as he worked his way down to my wet pussy. He separated my labia with his fingers and placed his tongue on my clit. The pleasure was so intense I couldn't stop moaning. Every flick of his tongue brought me closer and closer to orgasm. Finally I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to have him inside me.
I turned around and bent over, pressing my ass against his cock. I could feel the head of his huge cock nestled at the entrance of my vagina, probing gently. I guided him into my moistness. He slid in inch by inch until our bodies touched.
The sensation of his large cock moving slowly inside me drove me to a frenzy. His lips began to wander down my neck and my nipples hardened in readiness as his fingers played over them. As I ran my fingers up his thigh and around his balls he moaned loudly.
“Fuck me,” was all I could utter as his hands gripped my hips. In perfect unison we thrust against each other. His fingers rubbed my clit and I screamed as the sensation took me over the edge. The spasms of my climax made him come and I
could feel his prick convulsing inside me as his warm come filled me. We collapsed, sighing in pleasure, totally spent.
As we lay there I murmured, “I've wanted this for so long!” He took me in his arms and gently kissed me. “Me too!” he said.—L.S., Austin, Texas
DARING DUO RISK EXTRAMARITAL EXPOSURE WITH PUBLIC PLAY
Sara and I have enjoyed a loving relationship for more than six years. We are both married to other people and accept that it has to stay that way. Therefore we are very careful about keeping our relationship a secret because we do not want to lose either what we have together or separately. Fortunately from time to time we get the opportunity to enjoy each other's company and to express our pent-up feelings and passions.
On one of the rare occasions that both of our spouses were out of town I suggested we go out for a romantic dinner. Sara had a better idea. We live very close to the ocean and she wanted to have a sunset picnic of sushi on the beach.
As soon as I left work I went to her favorite Japanese restaurant, ordered an assortment of sushi and a carafe of sake. Sushi is such a sensual food. It was a perfect choice for the evening we had planned.
We met at a previously agreed upon spot: a sand dune that is topped by wooden walkways and benches so people can just sit and look out at the ocean and enjoy the balmy breezes. The walkways start about ten feet from a very busy street that runs parallel to the beach. We laid out a blanket at the base of the dune within fifty feet of the ramp that comes down from the top. It was still light out when we sat down.
Sara is a beautiful blonde with sexy blue eyes and a smile and body that make both older and younger men lust after her. She's a flirt and loves male attention. She takes pride in herself and dresses in a way that makes most of her contemporaries jealous.
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