He brings his hand to me, to my face. Slowly, methodically, sensually he traces my lips with the faintest touch of his fingertips. Still staring me down without a word. It is killing me. His gaze travels from my face to my body to my cunt and I feel the heat and shame of being under perceived scrutiny.

I am flushed and shaking now and I am on the verge of disobeying. He is at my side so close that I feel the heat from his body. His hand goes behind my head to the other side and his fingers graze my neck; right on my sensitive spot. Our foreheads touching now, his nose to my temple, he finally sets me free:

COME.

And I’m gone. My breathing is quick and heavy and I moan and I’m cresting the hill with the tingles; the second I go silent and he sees my eyelids spasm and flutter -

His hand clamps over my mouth.

Firmly...

After dinner, we get back to her dorm. She turns on Minus The Bear, which I never really thought of as sexytime music, but it worked. Despite being younger, Kerrie was very much aware of her sexuality and how to use it. Perhaps the tales of her slutty past were true. We made out for awhile, and I knew I was getting her hot. She pushes me off of her, and takes her shirt down, exposing her breasts. Earlier in the evening, and when texting in the past, I'd mentioned how I liked her tits and thought they were really hot (which is true). And she figured she would use this as a trump card. But I was keen to her game, and the entire time she took her shirt off, I stared right into her eyes. She wanted me to stare at her tits, but I knew there would be plenty of time for that...

Oh my God, what a night this was! Byron Long, who has apparently been a fan of my site for years, came over to our “shoot condo” in Los Angeles give me a taste of his enormous black cock and balls, and ended up fucking me within an inch of my life! I’m not kidding, ladies and gents… no man has ever fucked me as long or as hard as Byron did that night… I came 4 times in a row just within the first 30 minutes, and he made me “squirt” all over the bed during my 4th orgasm just from the solid, thorough pounding he gave me! (No man has ever made me squirt from fucking, either before or since that night!) And then he just kept on fucking me!...

I reach down between our sweat-slickened bodies and grasp his cock; the shaft warm, wet and thick in my hand. He’s been fucking me all morning, and was just about to pull away, but I’m not ready yet. I pull him closer by his cock, until he is nestled again in the V between my legs. It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked, almost all month while he’s been gone, and I feel like I can’t get enough of him inside of me...

The evening usually begins in a normal way. We all check into the party, pay our fee and find our table. We like to get there early enough to save our corner. The events are BYOB so we tend to roll in a cooler that we share with our regular friends. As the room fills up, Barbie usually scopes out new meat. Her husband Bill has chatted with couples on the internet and has usually extended invites inducing new couples to come over and check us out, he recognizes that sometimes a party can be much better if you know there are friends there welcoming you; but Barbie is less subtle and just peruses the room and picks out the next guy she wants to fuck. Her goal is to get three loads in her before the night is over!...

I’ve always wondered exactly what it is about the guy shoving his cock in the girls ass to withdraw it and push it in her mouth. How good must that taste when It’s been fucking her colon. I know they use enemas and douche but all the same, ass juice doesn’t get me going.

However, when Alex pulled out of me last night with a stitch I found sucking his cock and tasting myself on him very arousing. I had to keep him up despite his discomfort and that was the answer. Lol

I don’t often get to suck his cock when we are fucking because…well, we are fucking and usually go all the way to the end...

My most recent fantasy, as described to my cuckold Derek just the other night while straddling his face, is fucking a man I only just met. We meet in a bar while I’m ordering drinks and Derek is waiting at the table. This young man is very flirty while sizing up my black, “fuck me” heels and low-neck dress. When the bartender brings over two drinks, the boy gives me a puzzled look. Quickly, I mention that I saw him earlier and on the off chance that he came over, I ordered two drinks. Derek is non-existent at this point.

My new interest is polite, only glances at my ass when he thinks I’m not looking. We may have titillating conversation. We may not. It doesn’t matter. I suck down my cocktail in less than 2 minutes. “Are you going to finish that?” I refer to his drink. Before he has a chance to respond, I grab the drink and with my other hand guide my new flirt away from the bar. In among the crowd, I grab a hold of his hand using it as a leash to pull him close behind me. While we make our way to the bathroom, I pass Derek and give him a wink...

For me, orgasms are all about losing control. From the moment I feel one building, until it has come and faded, I have no choice in what my mind and body do. I'm on ecstatic autopilot.

It starts with my hips. When I'm approaching orgasm they roll and thrust of their own accord, finding their own rhythm. Warm, delicious feelings build inside me--starting under my pubic mound and deep inside my pelvis, spreading to my breasts and asscheeks, and making my whole skin sensitive to pleasure.

Troubles go away. Minor discomforts don't matter. Pain is just "intensity," just another way to feel pleasure, and it sinks my mind and body even further into their trance. My capacity is still not bottomless, but I crave the pain that five minutes ago I could barely tolerate.

I get soaking fucking wet. I've never squirted, but I... ooze. Clear thin wetness, slippery and salty and hot, runs onto my thighs. My pussy relaxes, able to take bigger things and deeper. I want deep touch, hard touch, not necessarily fast but firm--I have no use for wispy little caresses. Touch is everything. I don't care what I see or hear...

I whispered in my wife's ear that she would have to flirt with him if she wanted to make this happen. She turned her back to me and began conversing up a storm with him out of my earshot. The next thing I know she turns around and informs me that we're heading back to his room because the music was too loud. My heart raced! We followed him to the elevator and down to his floor. Walking into the room I was impressed by how upscale, modern and eclectic everything was. Jason dimmed the lights, put on some music on the TV and sat in a chair facing the bed. My wife and I settled down on the bed side by side and made small talk. After a few minutes Jason reached down and grabbed my wife's foot to start rubbing it. She smiled and began to moan lightly. He rubbed his way up her shapely calf and she fell back onto the bed in her sexy blue dress. It was more than I could take so I said "let's get you out of that". She stood up in front of Jason as I unzipped her dress from behind. Slowly I lowered her dress to the floor, revealing her perfectly shaped tits and flat stomach. Then I removed her neon, lacey panties and there she stood, stark naked in front of a strange man. We both removed our clothes and Jason began to touch her. They embraced naked and began to French kiss. My wife reached down and touched his hardening cock, which was bigger and thicker than my own. We all got on the bed. I positioned myself by her mouth so she could suck on my now rock-hard meat and Jason placed himself down between her legs. He began to lick her while she sucked me and she was squirming like I'd never seen...

My boyfriend and I were in a big department store. I saw this really nice dress and decided I would try it on. As I put the dress on, I called out to my boyfriend to ask him if the dress looked nice on me. We were feeling rather horny from the night before but had fallen asleep then. My boyfriend asked me to turn around so he could check my ass out in the black and white dress, and as I did he bent me over so I was facing the curtain-like door and holding it at each side to stop people from seeing in. While we were in that position, he did me from behind and came inside of me within moments. From every direction I could hear people, and I’m sure they knew what was going on due to all the moaning and groaning. When we were done, I went and bought the dress and every time I wear it we fuck like there’s no tomorrow.

I took her hand and she sat up and swung her legs ninety degrees with her feet up on the edge of the trolley. Michael shifted round behind me again in the other direction. I parted the labia again and began my examination. Just as I reached her clitoral hood, she jumped perceptibly. I held the lips apart with one hand and pulled back her hood with the other. Her clitoris was of average size and everything looked normal.
“Look just below my finger. Do you see that little stub of flesh? That is your clitoris. It is very sensitive but if you’re gentle with it, you can gain great pleasure from it which in turn will prepare your vagina for intercourse by lubricating it.”

“What do I do with it, doctor?” Flora seemed to have lost any embarrassment she had before, and was genuinely fascinated by what was down there.

This was surreal. Should I touch it myself, to demonstrate how it works? No way. Her husband standing behind me with those shovels for hands might decide to become a little jealous. Of course, he needs to know what to do with it. The voyeur in me, leapt to the front of my imagination.

“Michael. Come around here and gently in a circular motion, rub Flora’s clitoris. Wet your finger first with some saliva”

He looked at me as though I’d asked him to put his hand into a roaring fire.

“It’s fine. You won’t hurt her as long as you’re really gentle.”

He gingerly wet the tip of his index finger and slowly moved his hand between Flora’s legs...

When I was 13 my mom and her newest boyfriend Eric took me to a nudist camp for a week in July. I was in heaven. I could not believe all the naked girls and women just walking around. Yeah there were other guys, and some old people and a few ugly one but I bet 75% of the women there were very hot. I made a couple of friend pretty quickly and we had a ton of fun that week. I also had almost all of my first sexual experiences that week. I know lots of nudist camps and resorts say there is nothing sexual about being nude and they don't allow overt sexual activity but let me tell you every nudist place I have been to be just giving lip service.

So the first day we were there I was hanging out with this guy Mark we were both 13. We were playing in the pool and we ended up making friends with these three girls, one was 13 like us and the other two were 14. We swam and played a while and then they invited us back to one their cabins for some snacks. By the time we got to the cabin I had let it out that it was my first time and they all laughed including Mark. I didn't know why till they pointed out to me I was one of the only people there with any pubic hair. I am a dark blond but my pubes are super light blond, and at that time I had a far amount but not a ton. I then asked if they had any yet and they all laughed and told me the shaved or used chemicals to remove them. Then one of the girl said she would help me shave my pubes if I wanted...

Last week, she came to my door with some personnel files, code for "we're fucking today". She closed my door, turned the lock.

She's taller than me, redheaded: pale skin, freckles, light blue eyes, A-cup tits and a small, cruel mouth. She always wears dresses or skirts, knows her ass is her best feature.

She undid the clasp on her skirt, unzipped the seam at her hip. She pulled it down over those nice hips and let it fall to the floor. Nothing underneath, never anything underneath. She walked to my desk, unbuttoning her blouse. She slid in between me and my keyboard. Her face was hard, her expression annoyed, amused. She put her left foot up on my desk, the black pump nudging my printer. She put her right foot on my chest, the pump's heel digging into my tie. She pushed me back.

I took my tie off. I could already smell her, could see the wetness on her newly-waxed pussy.

She reached over, grabbed my head.

"Get to work," she said...

With only a minimum of begging I convinced W to stay over. Ad had already gone to bed and was (seemingly) asleep when we came to bed, but as soon as I slipped between the sheets, he pressed against my back, revealing a large, hard cock that showed how not asleep he was. Pretty soon he was pushing into me from behind while we laid on our sides, with me facing W. Soon W’s hand was in my hair, the other one across my mouth, and Ad was fucking me from behind…and I was coming, mewling into W’s hand, my own hands scrabbling against his skin, feeling both my men pressing, holding and pinning me between them.

My memory gets a little sketchy here. But somehow, I ended up turned once again toward Ad, laying against him, panting and spent. He pushed me away, towards W. “W’s turn,” he said. “You need to take care of him now.” Obediently, still sated and blissed from sex and orgasms, I turned to W. Because a girl can never have too much sex, can she? And, of course, I do have two men to “take care of.”

But of course with W it is never just sex, and it is seldom me “taking care of” him. In moments he had turned me over, pushed into from behind, and grabbed a handful of my hair, which he used to lift and steer me back over to Ad, who had not yet had an orgasm. He pushed my face down onto Ad’s cock and then continued fucking me from behind while I sucked–or tried to suck–Ad off. It was less like sucking and more like simply opening myself, both my mouth and my cunt, to the two of them, and allowing them to rock me between them until Ad finally came, shoving my head down onto his cock so hard I never even tasted the semen he shot down my throat....

It has been awhile since we've talked so when she called I was a little shocked and excited. She's was going to be in town for the night so I agreed to meet for drinks. Let me tell you waiting for tonight to be here was insane. Then just seeing her emerald green eyes, long blonde hair, that smile (ooh those lips) and smelling her perfume made me want to take her right then and there. But I refrained not knowing if the feelings were still there for her. So we talked for a while about our new lives and families and of course had a few drinks. Loosened up some. Which put us on the dance floor and there she drove me wild. The way she moves it's almost like she's calling you into her. Every now and then we'd touch and as the night went on the accidental rubbings increased. Then when she informed me she wasn't wearing anything underneath by sliding my hand up her thigh. I knew it was time to go. Now, she's the only woman I've ever been with in that way. Sure I've flirted but I've never acted on my desires. She is still the most beautiful person I have ever seen. God I love the way she feels as she pushes me up against the car. Her npple is hardening in my hand as she kisses me like never before. Her touching me even with clothes still on has me wet. I can feel the heat building inside. If I was a man I'd be rock HARD! All I want is her to touch me like she did back then. We go to her hotel room and she slowly undresses in front of me...