We met in the late afternoon. My business was completed and she was coming in from a day of lounging in the sun. When we kissed I could taste the sun on her lips. She was warm, salty, and sensuous. Our kiss lasted for what seemed like hours while our hands started exploring each other. At some point I removed her top and had access to her firm warm breasts. Each nipple was begging for attention as I squeezed one while sucking on the other. Low moans came from her throat and she began grinding her pelvis against my now rock hard cock.

Slowly we continued to explore each other. I cannot remember exactly when we both became totally naked. This was not to be a rushed hard animal fuck. We were into each other and were taking our time. Her pussy was dripping and begging for attention. My cock was aching. I laid her on the bed beside the open sliding door and slowly pushed my cock into her pussy. Her eyes opened and she stared at me lovingly as I slid in until my balls were resting on her ass. No words were spoken. This was to be a fuck shared only by the language of our bodies and our eyes.

Early on the party had an odor overlaid with the synthetic sweetness of prophylactics and costly perfume.

The sky had gradually darkened from bruise blue to gentian violet, and it was only a few minutes after eight thirty, when I stepped into the cultivated back yard.

Amiable, if not eager servants, dressed in black swallowtails and crisp white ties, flitted distractedly about the terrace, depositing platters of cold meats, lobsters, salads and cheeses.

Nearby, a full-figured woman, wearing only a short, spotted ocelot coat, reclined erotically on a chaise-lounge. Her heavy breasts and big round ass were incongruously mature in contrast with her innocent face.

In a diminishing world of first-rate musicians, it was glorious to hear Flaco Morales, a tenor saxophonist, playing a swamp-rock lovers’ waltz, swaying in a deeply hypnotic state.

The liberally tattooed ex-con strolled down the Moat Walk, where off in the grass a young lesbian couple did nothing to conceal their homo hijinx and disported in the nude.

Although I was never troubled by the familiar debauchery of such gatherings, the proceedings soon became indescribably boring. I moseyed up to the second floor to a private study, a congenial place of books with considerable reputations.

The door creaked partly open before I entered the room with high-paneled wainscoting of olive-stained oak and brick-dust felt carpet. Part of the room appeared dilapidated like a wall with missing bricks, because some books were in constant use and they were all over the place.

Of course, the requisite Matisse and Monet paintings hung on a prominent wall.

I found Hadley Keller alone in the dimly-lit study. She was in the act of smoking a joint, but noting my presence Hadley hesitated and stopped. She looked at me with mild interest.

I was drawn irresistibly to her because she was packed with exquisite capacities.

Tonight Hadley looked like a precocious actress from a low-budget film noir. I looked on her as a compound of virulent passions, high spirits, and charming duplicity. I had a distinct weakness for audacious characters like Hadley. She loved mischief.

“We all have our appetites,” she said mildly, “and what a comfort that is.”
“Your appetite is expensive.”
“Care to join me?”
“Why don’t you offer me a drink, instead?”
“Scotch or bourbon?”
“Bourbon and water. I’ll mix it.”

...

He lays out under me. I slide his shirt up and rub my cheek over his belly, breathing him in. As always, his smell wraps around my senses. Seducing me, making things low in my gut tighten. I can feel my pussy begin to bloom. Soften, get wet. Open for him.

I kiss and nibble over his stomach, up his sides, around his belly button for some time. When I slide his pants off, I lick over his hip bones, slide my tongue over that sensitive crease between thigh and groin. I kiss over rock hard thighs and down over his knees. I let my hair slide over his cock but I don't touch it. I kiss around it, just barely breathing over it.

But when I look up at him, my cunt grasps and my clit throbs. I am so gonna pay for my teasing. The look he wears promises that.

Soon even I can't take teasing, I need to taste him. I take him int my mouth, loving the way it feels. Loving the throb, throb, throb of that prominent vein on that long stalk of his cock. His hands are in my hair, tight. He's fucking into my mouth and I just concentrate on breathing and not being overwhelmed.

Before long he's pulled out and has bent me off to the side and he's scratching my back, biting me and at last shoving me down, pushing my bent leg up high and plunging into me. He fucks me so hard that a cry bursts from my lips each time he thrusts into me.

But then he stops.

Oh how he worked me over last night. Until I was nothing but a writhing mass, arching, trying to get more contact. Begging him to fuck me. My pussy was so wet, he played me. Each time he'd bring me nearly to the brink and pull back, my body flooded him with honey.

I needed him to come inside me. Needed him to finish and find his pleasure within me. Needed him to own me.

And when he finally did, when he finally finished with heart pounding force, fucking me so hard the sound of my wet cunt embracing him each time echoed through the room like spice to my begging entreaties.

"what do you want?" i asked him, figuring he must have something he'd like since bedroom play has been sparse.
"do you have any favourites?" he asked.
"what are you a juke box!?" i said laughing, "how about B69?" still giggling. still thrusting away j laughed too and pointed out we have never done that.
"i can't concentrate when that's going on" i confessed.
"to what you're doing or what's being done to you?" he asked still sliding in and out.
"both. plus who goes on top? it's hard to breath on the bottom!" i said. and despite how open i've become and how many new things we've done together i feel weird about suffocating someone with my pussy.

i was enjoying arching up to meet j on this thrusts but i suppose all the oral talk was getting to him and he slid down and started licking and fingering me (i'm so lucky!) it was really nice, i wanted to get all worked up and then have him come back up so i could ride him with my clit all hot and swollen from the play.
"i wish i could feel your cock and your tongue at the same time, it'd be like heaven!" i moaned.
"you want me to have a tongue on my belly?" he joked while fingering.
i told him to lay down but he didn't listen and kept on with what he was doing. suddenly an orgasm snuck up on me, i'd been holding back, and i thrust and shuddered as he gently kissed my happy bits. he slid back up and snuggled beside me. i reached for his hand in the dark and put it on my nipple, it was rock hard! he laughed.

"so know what you want now?" i asked.
"how about some of this" he said touching my lips with his fingers.
"and maybe finish up here" he said as he ran them down to my chest.
"ok".

first i jumped onto his cock, which felt great because i was still recovering from my amazing orgasm. i thought about just sending him over the edge like that but he did have a request. i slid down and took him into my mouth. it's been a while since i've done that, nausea has been a bit of a problem, and stroked his balls while i sucked him. he was enjoying it. i could hear his breathing change and i pulled myself up a bit and worked his cock with my hand. i felt his shudder and the warmth and stickiness spread over my hand and all over my chest. i slid up to give him a kiss and rolled onto my back.

it was everywhere! my chest was covered, my hand, his stomach, thighs, the bed! we laughed.
"it's been a while" j said "do you need a kleenex?".
"i think this calls for more than that" i said and wandered off to the bathroom.
the bed was a little damp when we got back in but it didn't matter, the snuggles were still nice and we fell asleep in no time.

I broke out some wine, and we just talked and played checkers. It was a lot of fun and a great evening. After I closed out strong by winning three games in a row, my boyfriend threw up his hands and said, “Okay, I surrender. You’re just too sharp tonight.” I laughed and said something like, “Well, that’s okay, because I’m talked out.” I got up and started clearing the dishes. My boyfriend started putting the checkers set away, when I shouted from the kitchen, “What are you doing? I’ll take care of that. You go get naked and get in bed.” A short time later I entered the bedroom, and he was naked and in bed.

I got undressed and slid into bed next to him. We put our arms around each other, out legs intertwined, and we shared a long kiss. I ran my hands up and down my boyfriends’s back, along the back of his arms, and down to his ass as we were held each other. He was doing the same thing, and I just felt myself shudder every time his hand wandered down to caress my ass. I love those first moments in bed–the excitement is building, and you are discovering each other’s body for the first time all over again.

He grabbed my ass and pulled us close, squeezing his cock against my pussy as we kissed one more time. He wasn’t completely hard, which made me even more excited, as one of my biggest turn-ons is feeling my boyfriend get hard–in my hand, in my mouth, it pretty much doesn’t matter.

My boyfriend pushed us apart slightly and ran his hand up over my tits. He went from nipple to nipple, caressing, squeezing, and teasing. The same time I slid my hand between his legs and took his cock in my hand. I squeezed it and stroked it a few times. I would slide my hand down and then caress his balls, then slide it up and lightly caress the head of his cock with my fingertips. He immediately got hard, and feeling him get larger and larger in my hand made me even hotter. He rolled away from me and slid his hand down my body, as I continued to stroke his cock. We were lying side by side, and we started to masturbate each other.

My boyfriend tells me I have magic hands, and I have to say he does, too. I had a boyfriend that used to reach between my legs and kind of force his fingers into my pussy. My current bofyriend is nothing like that. Last night he started by spending a deliciously long time caressing the lips of my pussy, every so often sliding up to brush his fingertips against my clit. He then did this thing where he takes two fingers and runs them both up and down the outside of my pussy lips. When he gets near my clit, he gently squeezes. Oh god, that made me so hot.

The whole time he was stroking me I was stroking his wonderful cock. He didn’t have any pre-cum last night, which was kind of disappointing, because I love to just get him slippery with it, but he was really hard and every time I stroked the head of his cock he would moan. Is there anything hotter than making a guy moan by using your hand or mouth on his cock?

I was good and wet, which my boyfriend clearly noticed because he slid two of his fingers into my pussy. He rolled over onto his side, and while I was on my back stroking him, he was sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy while he started to lean over me and suck and lick my tits. At one point he sucked my nipple into his mouth and gently tugged on it with his lips. At the same time, he stroked my G-spot with his finger. He was soclose to exactly what I wanted that I had to guide him. I reached down with my hand and pressed his thumb against my clit. He took the hint and rhythmically thrust his fingers in and out of my pussy while his thumb stroked my clit. The whole time he was licking and sucking on my tits. I could have cum at any moment, so I groaned, “Fuck me right now. Oh please fuck me.”

Do you remember that afternoon in florida? Oddly enough I don't remember where we had been that day the beach? or the museum? But I do remember the afternoon fun.

We were sitting in the living room of our friends beautiful condo. Enjoying dove ice cream bars. As always my mouth got me in trouble. I think I said something like. "I had a need but I think this dove bar took care of it." Of course as always you demanded I explain. I did and you sent me off for the leather paddle. I ended up face down across you lap while you set my ass ablaze. Scolding me for not asking for a needed spanking. The spanking ended with your hand stinging and thudding my already sore bottom. For some reason when you end a spanking with your hand it is very intimate and somewhat humiliating. I love it.

You pushed me down between your legs. I love being on my knees sucking your cock when you are sitting. You grabbed me by the hair and bent me over the arm of the couch. Bent over the couch my feet didn't touch the floor. You pushed your hard cock into my ass. It felt great. Your thrusting into me hard. I felt like I had no control. The orgasm from anal sex is so different and intense. I loved being used by you. Serving you. It was a great day. I love you and the memories.

Bracketed against the wall by his arms, I am penned in by his maleness.

I admit it. I love men.

Women are lovely, soft under my fingers and lips, responsive to my touch. They look pretty between the sheets of my bed. I love how their long hair spreads across my pillow, and I love it even more when it brushes over my bare skin…

But men. Mercy me. I do adore them. Especially this one.

I love the way he smells, love the musk of his balls and the tang of his cum on my tongue. I love his aggressiveness and his ability to snap me right into that place where I am completely submissive, gentled to his touch…perfectly receptive. I love the low sounds he makes--the groans, the dirty sweet words he whispers into my ear as his cock is buried deep inside me.

Mmmmm. I digress.

He has pressed me against the wall and has dragged my skirt up to my waist. Below, I'm bare and wet and wanting. He thrusts his fingers up inside me, sliding in and out of my heat until I moan. He is demanding of me, taking what I'm more than happy to give him. Still, I want him to take. I love it when he takes.

His mouth is hot and slants over mine, possessing my tongue and lips. My hands rove his chest, his back, yanking his shirt free from where it's tucked into his pants. I undo the button of his jeans and ease my hand inside, find his hard cock and stroke it.

It's no exaggeration, my mouth waters for it. I want to lick it. I want to suck it. Because I know I can render him helpless by the mere touch of my tongue, and as fun as it is to give up my control to him….

…sometimes I like to take his.

I push him away and go down on my knees. I free his cock and close my hot mouth around it. The crown feels so silky against my tongue. He stills. He groans. He tips his head back, bracing one hand against the wall in front of him, and my name rips from his throat.

God, I do love men.

“Do you like blow jobs?” She said.

I’m an ironic Englishman, not given to such direct question and answer exchanges, never use one word when fifty will do. A thousand smart arse responses flooded my brain, and I settled on:

“Yes”

I stood up off the bed, and stripped as she watched. When I removed my boxers, she said “It’s always the tall thin, men who have huge dicks”. My god I even lap up penis compliments from women I’m paying to be there.

I sat up on the bed, back against the wall, with my penis hugely hard, nuzzling at my belly button. She crawled up between my legs, grasped it firmly and put it into her mouth. She was pressing it hard against the back of her throat and has presumably practiced the suppression of the gag reflex. It felt very good. It was all smooth, loose movement, lubricated by lots of her saliva. I asked her to move round so I could feel her breasts. I smoothed and squeezed each in turn, but this was more an anthropology practical lesson than a sexual experience. They were hard on the lower curve and soft (real) above the nipple. A very strange feeling. Simply a normal breast, with a hard fake thing stuffed in there to make it bigger. Later on I saw the scars.

After about 20 minutes of this blow job, with only minimal changes of position (to give her arms and mouth a rest, and so that I could look at her lovely body from different angles) I felt myself approaching orgasm. Having reduced a sexual act to a financial transaction, I mixed rising excitement with fiscal prudence. If I came now, what would I do with the next half an hour? Would she wait for me to get excited again? Would she just leave? Eventually the decision moved out of my hands and into her mouth. I came with a judder, curving my body to the side, and holding the edges of the mattress, for reasons that elude me.

This strange, expensive and morally ambiguous sexual experience was over. She commented that I hadn’t produced much sperm and asked if she could clean herself up in the bathroom.

When she returned she quickly dressed and we sat talking for a few minutes. I told her about myself (she seemed interested) and she told me about herself. She was from New Orleans (“Nyorlans”) and was moving to San Diego because her and three friends (all “escorts”) had decided to move into the thriving porn movie business there, and she liked the weather. She was a qualified nurse, and would go back to that when she can make $5000 per week from it. Or when she gets older and can no longer trade on her appearance, or when she decides she would prefer to give less of herself to random men, I silently thought. She revealed that if I’d wanted to have penetrative sex with her (I didn’t) she would have charged me a further $150 ‘tip’. She considered herself a “High Class Escort” mainly because she was more attractive than the other escorts in San Diego and could charge more. When you have turned your sexuality into a commodity (correction: when people like me have turned her sexuality into a commodity) I guess you need this level of candour and self awareness. I was getting her cheap because she had a strangely empty evening and it was my money, or nothing.

She got up to leave, and said “Well hug me or something!” A strangely endearing, humbling comment. Or maybe that’s just the convention and I didn’t know. I hugged her, she kissed my ear, and left with a “Call me next time you’re in town sweetie”

So that was it. My list of experiences now includes using the services of a prostitute.

I don’t feel ashamed exactly, but I do feel uncomfortable about it. I feel conflicted because I believe in equality of the sexes, because I believe sex should be equitable itself, and this was patently not. The conflict arises because once I was able to forget these considerations; I experienced a lovely sensory experience. A blow job is an intrinsically nice thing. An attractive female body is simply good to look at, and to touch. These are empirical facts, leading to the fact of my excitement and orgasm.

Earlier today, still in my robe, I was writing at the computer when you walked in and commanded me to climb up on the chair on my knees and stick my ass out to you. You announced that you were going to spank me right then and there - because it's what you wanted.

As I quickly obeyed and clambered up on the chair, I vaguely realized that there was something else, something new in your voice... But as I positioned myself and my pussy began its delicious softening and opening, that warning thought faded to the back of my mind.

You flipped the back of my robe up over my ass and said, "spread your legs." I did, and then bowed my head to let my forehead rest on my hands where I had clasped them on the high back of the chair. "Stick it out further," you said... I did. "Further," you growled, "arch your back." I did. Again, I registered that the tone in your voice was new. But it was also profoundly sure of itself. So sure, that I instantly relaxed into your control and sighed in anticipation of the rush I knew was coming. ...

In those young and innocent days (well perhaps not in thought) I had a huge crush on my Physics teacher, lets call him Mr M.

He was tall, I’ve always had a thing about tall guys..., with short cropped curly brown hair and lovely dark and mysterious eyes. I think he had probably been given a very good schooling, his accent was refined, perhaps even distinguished.

I never got any positive feedback from him, although I would sit on the corner of his desk when asking for assistance with my work during class. He remained the perfect gentleman, despite my best efforts to distract him in my grey flannel short school skirt and low buttoned white cotton blouse.

Mr M was the object of my dreams for a whole term and then for some reason I went right off him. Oh, I know what it was. He married one of the other teachers. God, I hated her for weeks. Crazy I know, what would he want with a girl when he could have a woman. But somehow you don’t quite look at things that way when you are a young hormonally driven girl.

There were a couple of other teachers that I had pretty heavy crushes on. One was female. No surprise to some of you. She was slim, about 5’ 6” tall with a lovely ample chest and rather unusually blonde. I say that because I usually favour dark haired more Mediterranean women... Her subject was physical education. That’s why she had such a pert bosom for its size. I used to dream about placing my head between them. Yes, I’ve always been horny.

.. So one night, big party, everyone is having a great time. Late that night we finally start breaking up and eventually the room is empty, I say goodbye to the last "guest" and close the door. I distinctly remember leaning against it and letting out a sigh. Long night and Dodger was alone, this was not good, but it happened and I didn't panic. Tomorrow another party. I just wasn't seeing anyone steady at that time. As soon as I sat down on my bed I heard the giggle. It was coming from the other bed. This is college so no, I never made the bed! Are you kidding?

Then another giggle. I recognized the voices, didn't even get up and said, "Alright P&J, what's doin?" Then more giggles. "Ok guys, time to go." I still hadn't moved. Then one of their heads popped out of the covers, it was P and she said (and I'll never forget this) we can't, our clothes are over there, and she indicated the far corner. Sure enough a small pile of clothes, and I noticed panties!! Even though it was late the razor sharp mind of Dodger was figuring, these beautiful young ladies is nekkid. Can't we just stay, we don't feel like walking across campus. On such thoughts destiny flies my friends. Of course, I said. DUH!!! I don't mind. Her head went back under the covers and I heard them whispering, I got up and turned all the lights out except for one of the desk lamps, preparing I thought for sleep. When P&J's heads both popped out at once, Wanna join us Dodger?

My heart jumped through my throat and I had to pick it up and put it back, at first I assumed they must be kidding, so I turned and casually said, sure. They smiled and said, almost together, take off your clothes and get in here then, we get to watch. Silence. Ok, they aren't kidding. You know when Superman goes into that phone booth to change into Clark Kent at superspeed, he has nothing on how fast the 'ol Dodger ditched his clothes. A flash and I was standing totally naked in the half-darkness with a raging, cut diamonds, boner standing out in front of me. Hurry up and get that huge cock in here! The covers flew wide and I finally got my first glimpse of them both totally naked. I think my cock actually grew another inch right on the spot. Suddenly I was in heaven, nestled between two beautiful young naked, horny women! Kissing and groping and touching ensued and before long P was up straddling my cock and J was straddling my face, they were facing each other and kissing and playing with each others tits. Ok, this is all true btw. Just thought I'd throw that in here at this point, cause I know there will be doubters among you.

Dodger was only eighteen at this time and in those days could go much, much longer than he can now. Which is still pretty impressive, if I do say so myself. And since it is my blog, I can! So we pretty much fucked the night away, sucking, eating, fingering, playing, laughing, drinking, you name it we did it until the sun started coming up. The morning was Saturday so no classes. We all fell asleep and didn't wake up again until afternoon. They split and I went to take a shower. The good news was that some of my friends saw them leave the room all dishelveled, important to maintain the Dodger mystique. Not that there actually is a Dodger mystique, that's why it was important.

Never happened again. P&J continued as before and at the end of the semester they didn't come back, for whatever reasons. But I will never forget that night as long as I live. And wherever they are I hope they are both extremely happy.

I couldn’t think. He had me worked up so much that after he rolled onto his back I was soon atop him and his cock inside me. I needed him as much as I ever have and I gave no thought to anything else except for him.

My legs moving as I rocked back and forth on him focusing on the feel of him sliding in and out, my orgasm welling up inside of me and about to burst out. His left hand is in my hair holding me tight as his right slides up to my neck and tightens just enough to let me know he’s in charge. He once told me he does this because it gives him full power over me, I don’t mind at all, I give it to him freely.

His grip on my neck holds me as my eyes close and I topple over the edge and cum so hard for him, the liquid gushing out of me and my body gives out and he lets me fall to his chest. We are breathing hard and yet he only gives me a few seconds to rest before he tells me to hold his hands.

He guides me up so that I am sitting and he starts to thrust beneath me and before I know it I am moving with him knowing that again I am close and this time I won’t be able to stop. He holds me again at the neck and tells me to cum for him, to soak him.

It takes me over the edge and my mind goes blank as I cum for him and my body keeps moving as I feel him tensing up beneath me and then I know no more as I collapse in exhaustion upon his chest. Left weak and so very satisfied, my eyes closed and unwilling to move, basking in the aftermath of our lovemaking.

He holds me for awhile as we both catch our breaths and eventually I roll off him to lie at his side. He holds me until we are ready to sleep. And I do sleep, deep and dreamless and wonderfully.

I wake. I don't know the time nor what I was dreaming. I'm not really awake yet, and it seems very natural that my hand should move lower, between my legs. I part my thighs and arch my back a little. My eyes are still shut, and it's so cold out there, I don't want to leave this small part of warmth here under the duvet. I don't want full consciousness yet.

I sigh. My fingers trace my labia, then part them. I slide one finger inside. I'm already a bit wet there, and I trace myself, spreading that slippery wetness. It brings out more, and I feel a single pulse deep inside my cunt, that ache to be filled.

I push my hips up, towards my fingers, but I won't let them descend fully yet on my clit; I want to prolong this, just as you would.

Now up. To my clit, and I gasp a little and bite my lip when I get there. It springs up as it always does, grows plumper, more sensitive, more slippery. One finger, rubbing, dreamy slowness, circles soft, then more firmly, then soft again. . .

We arrived at the club around 10:30 p.m., got signed in then took a tour. We were both pretty amazed with the variety of themed play rooms. There are a lot of nooks and crannies in the club for couples to get acquainted and have a good time. They have a large dance floor, with reservable VIP areas next to it. There are comfortable booths along the walls, with a few seating areas that give the dance area a real lounge feel.

By the end of the night, Allie and I found ourselves playing in a pile of seven people in one of the group rooms. It was a very hot scene. Allie was on the bottom of the pile, alternating sucking my cock and another man, while his girlfriend ate her pussy. Three or four other people were in the mix. I looked down once to see Allie alternating between sharing my cock with a woman, and making out with another woman (Jessica--one of the few names we remember from the night). All-in-all, it was one of our hotter encounters we've had in recent memory. We'll be going back very, very soon!

fucked and fucked and fucked and FUCKED lydia last nite.

went at it till 5am.

after she came about 8 or 9 times, i finally had to, as well. i told her to sit on my face, even though she’s not really into getting her pussy eaten out. she doesnt mind it. it just never really affects her. still, i had to taste that cunt, and so she complied.

her pussy was pressed onto my face. she was in my mouth, then my nose was inside her, then my hair was brushing against her clit. after eating her out some more, and stroking myself, she began to moan. suddenly she was coming in waves. that was all that i needed. i shot like crazy: on my stomach, her back, and the bed on both sides of my shoulders.