I've spent most of my time working on or with computers, so when the time
came for me to go to college I already knew what my major would be. After
my second semester at the University I began running out of cash. I
decided to get a job at the computer lab in the science department. Some
warm day in the afternoon of my fall semester, a lovely dark hair girl
walked in. She was better looking than most of the other women at the
university. But what really caught my eye was her Dark leather dress. The
dress was a dark emerald color it her slender figure quite nicely. It
wraped itself around her ribs lacing up her back. Instead of covering her
breast like most outfits do, this one lifted and seperated her rather
voluptious apendages just like a bustier. Now I have never seen a bustier
before. Except in the Fredericks catalog. This dress pointed her nipples
straight up into the air. Under the fine leather she had a lightly tanned
blouse that covered the rest of her body from neck to wrist. Her shirt was
so light that I thought I could see her brown tits pushing against the silk.
Her hair was dark brown, and she had blue eyes. The flourescent lighting
made her fair skin look pale and sick. She sat down by a computer just
across from the office window where I was working.
About that time one of the students needed my help and I went out onto
the floor. I thought I would use the chance to get a little closer and see
what I could. When I made my way back to the office I noticed the topic on
her E-mail screen. "Sexual Comands." I saw the number on the terminal she
was
using and promptly went into the office. Since it was only twenty minutes
til
we closed and I was the only one there, I decided to do some questionable
things. I logged on to the main server and looked up the loggon entry. Her
name was Anne Kreilic. And she was logged on under the medical school's
server. I immediately thought to myself, 'whatta pair of candy stripes.'
I used my access code to look into her mail. This was against
regulations, but with that topic, I just had to know. I quickly read through
her mail and saw instructions for her to... I just couldn't believe it. I
looked out the window and saw for my self.
She seemed to have left her mail server and entered the newsgroups.
She was biting her lower lip. And she had lifted her short skirt only a few
inches. Her right hand slowly moved against her inner thigh. She concetrated
almost entirely on the computer screen. Her eyes moved from left to right,
periodically tapping the space bar for the next screen. I could see her
fingers gently spreading her neatly trimmed pubic hair out of the way. Her
thumb and forefinger worked together as a team to pull her lips apart. She
used her middle finger to explore the inner wall of her warm pussy. Her
knees knocked against the table every once in a while. The lab was almost
empty, but the students that were there didn't seem to notice. But I
noticed.
She had worked her long finger into the deep wet hole between her
legs. Now she let her other fingers join the fun. Her clit closed up arround
her other fingers as she pushed them deeper inside. It kind of looked like
a young child sucking in a very wanton manner a cold popcicle on a hot
summer day. The only crevice that opened up to the world was at the very
top of her cunt. She placed her thumb against the skin where her little
curley hairs just began to appear, and pressed to the same sultry rythm
that her fingers followed. Her hips swayed in the chair moving forward
and back. I sat back in the office and looked up the same article that she
had been told to read. I peered outside the large bay window to the room
and the last student left the lab. She was still rithing in her own juices.
Now I could hear her. She must have known that the other students had left.
I didn't know if she remembered me or not. Hell I really didn't care. When
she closed her eyes, I went into the main room. I stook behind her. As I
looked down over her shoulder I read along. Although I really think that she
stopped reading some time back. Her left hand moved over the leather skirt
and up her stomache. From this close I could see that her hair was really
a dark shade of red. I strained to hear her over my own heavy breathing.
Unconsciously, I began rubbing my cock. God my balls were on fire.
Her fingers working with her g-spot and rubbing against her wet pussy
made a soft slushing noise that almost made me

"That" said my husband, "was an extremely naughty fantasy for such a
prim and proper wife to have."

I leaned back and licked the last of his cum off my lips "Not all
fantasies conform to the prim and proper image I have for the general
public" and I reached over to kiss him.

As our lips finally parted he said, "Hmmmm, we'll just have to do
something about that, won't we?"

"About what?" I replied.

"About your prim and proper image"

"Why is that?"

"I think you need to learn a little lesson about fantasies. I think you
need to learn just how dangerous they are. And I think today is the day
to do it."

I smiled and rolled over in the bed. This little game of waking each
other up with a fantasy and mind-blowing oral sex had really breathed
the life back into our marriage of 7 years.

He got out of bed. "No, I mean it. Come on."

"What are we going to do?"

"First, you're going to go shopping with me, without any panties."

I giggled. That was a fairly innocuous punishment, I thought. Then he
pulled out the dress. My shortest dress. The one that comes 3 inches
above my knees. The one that I can't sit down in, because anyone can see
my panties. The one that I only wear from the front door to the bedroom,
for all of 5 minutes, because he's unbuttoning it from the second he
walks in the door. That dress.

"I can't wear that dress in public!"

"With me there to protect you, yes you can." And he threw it on the bed
for me to put on.

A few hours later, after going to the hardware store, and the nursery
(where he pointed out all plants I wanted were on the floor, and I
needed to personally reach down to pick them up) I was dripping wet.
God, I needed him so bad. Then he told me that we were going to check
out a fantasy of his. Motorcycles.

We walked into the showroom, and saw the gleaming Harleys all around.
Now, I've never been too excited about motorcycles, but these huge,
masculine, chrome and leather machines were starting to appeal to me, in
my heightened state of desire.

After talking to the salesman for a bit, he went to one machine in
particular, one with a double-decker seat for a passenger. As he sat
down, he said, "Honey, hop on and see how it feels"

Oh my!! There were not only salesmen, but also a few customers, standing
right where they'd get a great view of my pussy if I swung it over the
back of that Harley. My pussy clenched in excitement.

"No thanks, I'll just watch".

"But you have to see if it's comfortable enough for you. I wouldn't want
you to get sore when we ride it into the mountains."

I looked at the customers. They appeared to be engrossed in conversation
with their salesman, so quickly, I swung my leg up and over. Now, my
skirt was so high, I may as well have been wearing nothing. My entire
legs were on full display, from hip to 4 inch heel. Then, I noticed the
other customers and the salesman looking, no, leering at me.

My husband asked for helmets, and we drove off for a test drive.

He drove a few blocks down, the pulled off the road into a wooded park.
Good, maybe something was wrong. We'd already had more than a few cars
honk at us, and I could have sworn that one truck was trying to follow
us.

In the park, my husband said, 'Stay right there" and got off the
motorcycle and pulled off his helmet. I removed mine, and he remounted
the bike, but this time, facing me! He pulled me down to him, ground his
hips into mine, and started kissing me, while his fingers reached under
my dress and felt my wetness. "Mmmm, you're enjoying this, aren't you?
Having total strangers leer at you on the street." And his fingers
started to circle my clit.

I squirmed in the seat. The combination of my heightened sensuality from
wearing no panties, and the throbbing motor between my legs, and now,
feeling my husbands denim-encased, big 10 inch cock rubbing against my
pussy as his knees forced my legs even further apart, I almost came
sitting there against him. But he stopped me before I went over the top.

"Which one do you want?" he asked.

"Hmmm?" I replied still grinding into his crotch, wanting those jeans
un

My wife Laura and I bought a video camera as a present to ourselves last
Christmas. She wanted to make tapes of our vacations to show to our
family and friends, but I had something else in mind - producing,
directing, and starring in my own custom porno movies. Even though she
considered my reason for wanting a camera to be secondary to hers, the
exhibitionist in her had her looking forward to our adventure almost as
much as I was. "When we're old and gray, you'll have something hot to
jerk off to," she said.

Our first few tries were disappointing. It was difficult to get the
penetration close-ups and cum-shots that are the essence of good porn.
In my first cum-shot, the camera caught a spectacular load spraying
into Laura's face and gaping mouth, but missed me jerking off because
it was not properly positioned. The constant tinkering with the camera
whenever we changed positions was very distracting. I'm not saying that
sucking and fucking in front of the camera was not fun - it was a blast
- but I wanted better results that we could only get with a cameraman.

I could only think of one person whom I would feel comfortable fucking
in front of, a single guy from work named Frank. We sometimes stopped
off at nudie bars for a couple of beers after work. He has a nice
collection of porno videos that he let me copy, so I knew his interests
were similar to mine and that he would know what it takes to make good
porno.

When I asked Frank if he would be my cameraman, he jumped at the chance.
"It's something I've always wanted to do," he said. He even offered to
direct, but I wasn't sure Laura would go along with that. I told him I
would think about it and maybe let him direct another time. Laura likes
Frank and was pleased with my choice.

On a Saturday afternoon, Frank came over to help us make our porno
movie. We decided to do it in the afternoon so we could open the drapes
in the bedroom and tape in natural light. I showed Frank how to operate
the camera, then we watched the first quarter of a football game and
had a few beers to relax our inhibitions. Although it was an exciting
game, I could not focus on it. Every time Frank looked at my wife, I
knew he was thinking, "I'll see you naked in a few minutes." His eyes
lit up when I suggested we get started.

In the bedroom, Frank taped us stripping. We briefly kissed and fondled,
then hurried to the bed. The first order of business was a round of
fellatio, the essential ingredient of good porn. Laura loves sucking
cock and does it very skillfully. She has sucked me thousands of times,
but with Frank watching through the viewfinder of the camera, it had
never felt better. With a hard-on bulging in his pants, he prowled the
room searching for interesting camera angles. When he leaned in for a
closeup that brought the lens near Laura's bobbing head, I knew I had
picked the right man for the job. I had been worried that he might be
too shy for the very intimate shots.

We worked out in several cock-sucking positions, and Laura's expert head
had me so horny that I decided that we had better move on to the
fucking before I came in her mouth, something that I had scheduled for
another time. As I positioned her on all fours for a doggy-style fuck,
I noticed that Frank had grabbed the astroglide we had out and had his cock and balls out through his fly. As I
ogled his impressive prick, I thought, "If only I had a cock that size,
I could make some really great porn." When Laura saw how nicely hung
our friend is, she giggled and said, "Wow, that's a whopper!"

My camcorder is easy to operate with one hand, so Frank was able to
masturbate and tape at the same time. I offered him my Shanes' World Virgin Stroker but he declined. We fucked in a half-dozen
positions while Frank did a masterful job of setting up shots,
sometimes climbing right onto the bed to get the perfect angle. When I
was fucking her doggy-style, he straddled her back and got a beautiful
shot of her ass jiggling as my belly smacked into it.

Later on, we were going at it oriental style with Laura astride me and
bent forward over my legs with her ass toward my face. I had a
vibrating anal T under a pillow, already lubricated with Anal Eaze Cream and ready for use.
Frank gasped and pumped his dick faster as he watched me work it into
her butt. When I twisted the knob at the base to turn on the vibrator,
Laura nearly went through the ceiling.

It was Friday night and just for a change we decided to go out. We don't
get out that often, reliable babysitters are hard to find at the best
of times. So when we get the chance we try and make the most of the
time we have.

I looked at Gav as I emerged from the bathroom. As usual he was ready
first. He looked good in the black trousers and white cotton shirt I
had brought him in preparation for tonight. I knew they would suit him
as soon as I had seen them but it was the feel of the material that had
drawn me to them in. The feel of crisp cotton always has the same
effect on me. As I ran my hands over the material and felt the contours
of his chest, the familiar damp patch began to appear between my
thighs. I could tell this was going to be a good night out. I broke off
before I was tempted to grab his cock as he gently reminded me that it
was almost time for the sitter to arrive.

Gav watched as I began to dress. Slipping on the lacy, white, suspender
belt quickly followed by the matching white panties. As I slid the
panties over my pussy Gav sighed commenting that he was looking forward
to removing them later before he went downstairs to let the sitter in.
I slipped on my favourite dress, a little black number, that only just
covered my stocking tops and showed off my figure to perfection. After
slipping on my shoes I went downstairs to find Gav.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yes," came the enthusiast reply, "lets go have some fun."

As we neared the car he glanced at me and gave me that knowing smile. It
was his way of silently asking me if I wanted to play the game. I knew
what he had in mind. Gav was a voyeur and, I was an exhibitionist,
something of a perfect combination. The game as we called it consisted
of me flashing at other men while Gav sat and watched.

We sat and chatted planning tonight's game as we took the short drive
into town. Half the fun of the game was in the planning.

"Haven't you ever wanted go carry the game through to the end?" he asked
me.

"Umm, I haven't really ever thought about it." God I couldn't believe
he'd even asked that.

"Oh, come on I don't believe that for a moment, I know how horny it
makes you remember." He laughed.

"Are you suggesting what I think your suggesting?" I asked.

"Rather depends on what you think I'm suggesting, doesn't it? Now let me
see..." He took his hand off the steering wheel and reached down.
Placing his hands on the damp material of my panties. "I think that was
the answer I was looking for. Don't you?"

"Guess so." I stammered as he pulled his hand away abruptly. "Oh,
spoilsport." I bayed at him.

"So you fancy taking the game further tonight?"

"How much further?" I asked cautiously still not completely sure what he
had in mind.

"Up to you my love, your choice, just make sure I can see, that's all I
ask. Ok?"

I sat in stunned silence, hardly able to comprehend what he had just
said. It was then that I realised that we already in Town and about to
park the car. As it was only 9pm we decide it was to early for the Club
and that a walk along the prom might be nice as it was such a nice
evening, something we don't get that many of in the UK.

As we walked arm in arm we discussed the idea that he had suggested in
the car.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." He said reassuringly.
"But I'd love to watch you take it further, much further..."

I silenced him with a kiss. He responded by allowing his hand to travel
over my thigh, slowly making its way towards my moist pussy. I gasped
as I felt it contact with the material of my panties, he pulled my
panties to one side and began to massage my clit gently. He knew just
the right spot and immediately reached it, toying with me, before
plunging his finger deep inside me. Again he played with my clit, just
as I was about to reach the point of no return he pulled away.

"If you want to finish the job, you'll have to get your own cock
tonight!" he laughed as he watched my face.

"Bastard." I shot at him playfully.

"Time to play, I think." He said as his face beamed back at me.

Fine if that's the way you want to play

A young girl is taught the ways of sexual submission by her own
boyfriend's mother.



Cheryl picked up the phone absently.

Hello, is this Cheryl?

Cheryl’s heart skipped a beat, recognizing the voice.

"This is Cheryl," she said.

"This is Mrs. Foster," the voice said.

"Uh, hi, Mrs. Foster," she said.

Cheryl, I’d like to see you this morning, if you don’t mind.

Cheryl’s stomach twisted and turned. "Uhm, why?" she asked.

"It’s something I’d like to discuss in private, if you don’t mind.
Can you walk over now? It shouldn’t take long."

Well, uhm, I have to work later.

"This won’t take that long," she said firmly.

"Well, uhm, okay," Cheryl said helplessly.

What could she know, Cheryl thought frantically. Had she found
something she had left behind? But no, she’d been very careful to
grab
her underwear as well as her clothes. Could she possibly know that
she
and Matt – but how could she? Matt wouldn’t have told her! Maybe it
was
something else entirely, something about Matt. Surely he wasn’t
sick?!

She was dressed much as she had been the other day, in jeans and
tank top as she hurried down the street towards Matt’s house. But her
stomach was churning as she ran through the possibilities of why Mrs.

Foster wanted to see her. Surely she hadn’t seen her there under the
bed the other day!? The thought of that was so horrifying it stopped
Cheryl dead.

But no, if she had noticed her then she and her husband would have
stopped doing what they were doing. They wouldn’t have carried on
like
that knowing she was watching. And she’d been blindfolded almost the
whole time. How could she have seen anything? No, it must be
something
else, something to do with Matt. Maybe she had spotted her clothes
there when she’d seen Matt out, and then thought she had left or…
maybe
Matt really was sick?

The thought of facing Mrs. Foster, though, after what she’d seen
the other day, was daunting. How could she ever look her in the eye
after what she’d seen – and heard!? Somehow she would have to manage.

She was very nervous and anxious as she arrived, and knocked
somewhat timidly on the door. She planned for a hundred
possibilities,
even though some didn’t bear thinking on, and only hoped it would be
something small, some silly little thing which most people would have
simply told her about on the phone. It was only because Mrs. Foster
was
so - .

The door opened and she stiffened. "Uhm, hi," she said.

"Come in, Cheryl," Mrs. Foster said, her face and voice giving
nothing away.

Cheryl stepped in nervously.

Come with me, please.

Cheryl followed her diffidently, amazed as they reached the
basement and started down.

Uhm, is this about Matt? He’s all right, isn’t he?

"Matt is fine," Mrs. Foster said over her shoulder.

The basement was large and finished in oak paneling. There was a
plasma screen TV at one end, and leather chairs and a sofa around it.

"We had a little get-together for some of our intimate friends last
night," Mrs. Foster said.

Uhm, oh?

"We were showing a little home video we made. Our friends, these
friends, at least, appreciate that kind of thing. They make home
videos, too."

"Videos?" she asked, entirely confused now.

Yes, take a look.

With that she picked up a remote control and pointed it at the big
screen TV. Cheryl gaped at the sight of Mrs. Foster, naked – or more
or
less so, wearing just a halter and blindfold. It was clearly taken in
her bedroom, and, as Cheryl stared in shock, clearly was from the
previous day. The camera had been sitting in the far corner, and she
could see Mrs. Foster crawling across the floor to Mr. Foster’s feet.

And then, to her utter horror, because the camera was low, she
could see past them to the bed, and see herself squirming closer to
the
edge to watch. The blood left her face and she felt the room swimming
around as she saw herself staring, noted that her body – her

The morning was cool and crisp as I began my hike up the trail to the top of
Terry Peak, and although it was late October, the sun was just beginning to
warm the South Dakota mountain side. I had been looking forward to the
solitude of the mountains all week and relished the thought of two days away
from the office. I adjusted my backpack, picked up my walking stick and set
off at an easy gait. Being the youngest member of an old line Rapid City law
firm was an honor to be sure, but it also meant that the usual and mundane
cases were thrown my way, for this reason this weekend of climbing would
take my mind off the sometimes boring humdrum of the weekly grind.

While the Black Hills mountains are no Pikes Peak, they can quickly tucker
you out if you're not in climbing shape, and as such, after about one hour I
was ready to take a break. I pulled off the trail and looked for a good spot
to rest my legs. As I sat on a rock eating a banana, I heard a giggle coming
from a thicket about thirty yards farther off the trail, it sounded like a
female laugh, which was followed by another noise that sounded more like a
groan. I got up and went to investigate, and as I peered through the bushes
I got the surprise of my life!!! Two women not more than 50 feet from me
were on a large red blanket naked as jaybirds!!! It was quite obvious that
they weren't just sunbathing, as the blond had her mouth buried in the
brunette's pussy!!! The dark haired girl was moaning and twisting her
nipples with a pair of Nipple Suckers as her lover ate her for all it was worth, and I got an immediate
hardon just watching the two go at it.

I slipped my dick out of my pants and began a rhythmic stroking as the blond
brought the brunette to a crashing orgasm. As the brunette lay in a post
orgasmic heap, the blond stood up, went to her backpack and pulled out a Unisex Harness 3000
 with a Realistic Cock and Balls strap-on dildo. She deftly attached the straps around her waist and up
between her legs and stood lasciviously over her partner and began jacking
the fake cock as if it were the real thing. My own member was hard as blue
steel and was ready to explode. I slowed my cadence since I wanted to see
the little brunette get it from that huge rubber dick!!! After a few minutes
the blond lowered herself between the brunette's legs and slowly began to
slip that monster into her friends steaming cunt. As each inch disappeared
inside her the brunette moaned louder and louder, while pleading for more.
When all eight thick inches were buried deep inside, the blond began to
slowly pump in and out of the tight little pussy. One thing I forgot to
mention is that the brunette had one of the hairiest pussies I had ever
seen. The sight of this tiny girl with a huge patch of dark pussy fur
getting fucked by a huge dildo attached to a buxom blond amazon was the most
incredible thing I had ever seen in my life!!!

The tiny brunette began to plead for her friend to fuck her harder and
faster. As she picked up speed I could tell the blond was going to cum
too!!! As I looked closer I could see why--this was a double dildo that had
the smaller end stuck right into the cunt of the blond with a Ring of Passion attached to it!!! I realized that it
probably was rubbing directly on her clit as she drove into the brown haired
girls pussy!!! As the two women drove themselves to orgasm I pumped my fuck
stick faster and faster, timing it so we all came at the same time. I
muffled my groan as I shot spurt after spurt of hot cum from my spasming
dick. I could have probably shouted, because when those two came they let
out with earth shattering screams that you could have heard them all the way
to Cheyenne!!! The blond collapsed on top of the brunette and they lay
together nipple to nipple trying to catch there breath.

I quietly zipped up and moved back to the main trail. As I started to climb,
a young couple passed me and asked if there was any good scenery around
here. I could only suppress a smile and say, "Up the hill a ways."

Not too long ago I decided to have my wife, Marsha, put on an exhibitionist
act at the local strip club. Since Marsha is also my slave, she listened
intently as I laid out the plans of her act.

The night came a week later, and there were about 20 guys in the audience.
Marsha was the third contestant. As she walked onto the stage, she was clad
in a floor-length red evening gown that zipped down the front from top to
bottom.

She had on long white gloves and three-inch high-heel shoes. As she danced
around the stage, her long blond hair would flip from back to front and
spill
down over her shoulders and lovely breasts. She slowly peeled the gloves
off and soon begun unzipping the gown, as she moved seductively around the
stage.

She had to bend all the way down to release the last catch of the zipper,
and as it released, she snapped to a full, upright position, letting the
gown drop
to the floor around her feet. The crown roared approval as she began to
glide
around the stage, clad now in a red-and-black-lace garter belt, bra,
panties.

The pale whiteness of her upper thigh stood out in vivid contrast to the
tops of her sheer black nylons. The other two contestants had not worn
nylons of
any kind, and this added feature seemed to turn hte audience on, as their
shouts
of approval increased.

As the second song began, Marsha knelt down on the stage and asked one of
the fellows in the front row to reach behind her so he could unsnap her bra.
He
put his arms around her, and in a second the bra fell away, exposing
Marsha's
lovely white 36-inch globes. As the bra hit the floor, Marsha grabbed the
man by
the ears and pulled his face into her breasts. She let him suck, bite, and
lick
her lucious tits for quite a while as she began to rub her clit through her
sheer lace panties. She then moved from one guy to the next until eight or
ten
guys in the fron row had sampled her wares with their tongues and mouths.

For the third number, Marsha sat on the stage, facing the audience. She
leaned back on her arms, lifted her ass, and stuck her legs out
spread-eagled into
the face of yet another front-row patron. He was literally drolling with
expectation as she instructed him to remove her panties. When he had
completed
this welcome task, Marsha pulled his mouth into her cunt. He eagerly began
to
lick and suck her box while she leaned back on the stage with her eyes
closed,
asking the two guys on both sides of him to suck her tits. The crowd was
wild
as she moaned and squirmed to the triple eating she was now enjoying.
Again,
Marsha moved from one guy to the next around the front of the stage. I
could hardly keep from coming as I watched from the second row.

What a turn-on to look over a complete stranger's shoulders as he wildly
eats your wife! Marsha's ass was bouncing up and down to the music, and as
I
looked around the theatre, I could see newspapers bouncing up and down on at
least
a dozen laps, as these second- and third-row patrons could only watch for
now
and beat their meat under their homemade tepees. I must admit that I was
one of
them and was beginning to wish I had taken a front-row seat. I'll bet as
least half of the audience came during that third song. They waited with
hand on
cock, ready for the next number to start.

As the lights came on for her last scheduled number, Marsha walked onto the
stage, carrying a large quilt and a box of dildos and vibrators. She laid
down the quilt and positioned herself spread-eagled on it. Still clad in
just
hergarter and nylons, she began to explore her body with her fingers. She
pinched and caressed her nipples with one hand and attached nipple suckers as the other slowly traced up
and
down her inner thighs and along the lips of her beautiful pink slit. Slowly
she
inserted a finger into her glistening snatch, then two fingers, then three.
She reached for a large 12-inch Mr. Thick Dick and began licking up and down the side
of
it. She suck the rubber c

I love sex in every way, shape, and form. But what I really dig best is
getting laid or sucked off when there's a chance of getting caught or being
seen. That's when my dick is at its hardest and my load is at its sweetest.
I'm an assistance manager at a local bank and one of our tellers feels the
same way I do. I'll call her Joan so her husband doesn't find out. Joannie
is tall and very attractive with long slim legs and firm pointy breasts.
Last Friday, Joan was servicing the customers at the drive-in window when
she had to go to the ladies' room. I was the only other person in the bank
so I took her place. An older woman had just pulled up when I felt a hand
slide between my legs and grab my cock. It stiffened immediately. "I want to
suck you so bad," she moaned in my ear. Joan slid my cock around in my pants
while I counted out the old lady's money. I was getting wetter and hornier
by the minute, and the instant the car drove away, I pushed Joannie to her
knees in front of me. We both fumbled with my zipper, and she groaned as my
steaming hot dick fell out. The shaft was hard as a rock, and the swollen
head was moist with pre-cum.

"I love your cock," Joan sighed as she wiped the tip all over her face,
leaving white sticky traces. I watched as she pulled back the foreskin,
exposing the swollen purple head. Her pick tongue flicked in and out of her
hot mouth, sending sparks up and down my spine as she caressed and teased
the rigid flesh. I jerked my hips forward, trying to get my cock in her warm
mouth, but she pulled away. "Not yet," she said. Her hands grasped my balls
and began pulling as her tongue jumped along the swollen shaft. Joannie kept
licking and kissing my dick until I thought I was going to die. Suddenly I
heard a car horn. Parked in front of the teller window was a sharp looking
blonde, who was not over 18, in a short skirt.

That was the moment that Joannie clamped her mouth over the head of my big
dick and started sucking REAL hard!! "You OK?" asked the blonde, giving me a
beautiful smile. I couldn't believe what was going on. I was getting my hot
meat eaten inches away from a girl who didn't know what the hell was going
on. "Yeah," I stammered, trying to count the money right. Who wouldn't be
OK? Joan was sliding my cock in and out of her hungry mouth, and it was
drenched with saliva. It isn't easy counting while some- one is chewing on
your dick, and it took me three times before I got it right. Joan would run
her tongue around the wet tip and then engulf the staff, ramming it down her
throat until I though I would grab her. I've had blow jobs from Joannie
before, but today she was at her best. Joan's breathing was getting heavier
and louder as she swallowed my prick, and I knew that she was going to get a
load real soon. "So where's my money?" asked the teenage blonde. Just as I
passed the cash out, the girl shifted her legs giving me a great view of her
pink pussy. She wasn't wearing any undergarments. That did it. With a moan
from me, my 9 1/2" dick started to shot load after load. Joan felt it,
because she began pumping my shaft harder and sucking on the head like a
vacuum cleaner.

Looking down, I watched her mouth slide up and down the cum- stained shaft
as she swallowed my load. Every drop went down that eager throat as she
slurped and sucked every last drop. The blonde was staring at me real funny
, but my attention was on Joan as she continued to lick until every tongue
flick was painful. "Tell your friend I hope it was tasty," the blonde said
before driving away. "That was the biggest load you've ever shot," Joan
said, giving the tip one last lick before tucking it back into my pants.

We had to go back to our regular jobs after that, but when work was
finished, I spread Joannie out on the back seat of my car and ate her pussy
until she begged me to shop. So, the next time you go to a bank drive-in
window, you might know why the teller is smiling.

My husband and I were married for 5 years, and as for me, I
considered our sex together as "great". I did many things for my husband
to make our sex interesting and not boring, like role playing, dressing
up as a whore, and rape skits and on a few occasions have even taken
part in 3soms with my husband and another man.

I got home from work this one Friday, feeling somewhat kinky and in
the mood for something wild and crazy. I went to the bedroom and
stripped out of my work clothes, then to the bathroom for a relaxing
bath. I began to wash myself, sliding my soapy hand over my neck to my
breasts, down my stomach then down between my legs, and began playing
with myself with my waterproof jackrabbit vibrator thinking about the first time I had an orgasm by another
man. Don't get me wrong, I've had men bring me to orgasm before, before
I was married, but, for some reason this time was different, maybe
because my husband was present. Anyway, the next thing I knew, he was
making love to me and I was cumming off whispering to myself over and
over, fuck me, fuck me, almost feeling as the warmth his own climax
enter my body, filling every inch inside of me. Then I came. I laid in
the hot tub for several minutes as the vision faded along with my
orgasm, then stepped out of the tub and dryed myself.

I remember walking to the dresser saying to myself, so, he want's
me to fuck other men huh, ok, I'll fuck'em, I'll fuck every man in
sight! I'll give him one night he'll never forget! and picked out a
black skirt, black see thru blouse, bra and a very very sexy black lace
teddy with attached garters and last, a pair of sheer black stocking. I
want back to the bathroom and shaved my legs then my pussy, which I've
kept nice and smooth for years. I then dressed and put on my make-up,
red lipstick with gloss and bright red nail polish.

I met my husband at the door telling him to hurry and get changed
because we were going out! He thinking the outfit was for him asked what
was the occasion. I told him, I decided to give him what he always
wanted, and to get ready before I changed my mind. Needless to say he
was ready in a half an hour, and at the club in 15 minutes.

On the way to the club, I told my husband that we should sit at
different tables and I would "try" to come on to another guy and get
something going. Of course, he said, with the way your dressed, count on
it?

We both walked into the club about 8:30 PM and went our separate
ways, I at a table by the dance floor and my husband at the bar.

The night seemed long, as I wondered just how I was to come on to
these guys. I danced with a few, trying different approaches towards
them, none which seemed to work, then dancing with this one guy, I
decided to try something direct, while dancing a slow dance I slid my
hand down to his ass, pulling him very close to me I whispered to him, I
am very very wet. The guy said in return well maybe I can do something
about that. I said, somewhat turned on, lets go. Well, we walked out of
the club to his car and got in the back seat and began kissing and
kissing and feeling and feeling, his hand up my dress fingering me, my
hand on his cock feeling him getting harder and harder, finally breaking
our kissing I opened his pants and lowered my lips on his cock. His
finger continued playing with my clit while my lips worked on him when
suddenly I began to cum, and cum, and cum. Not long after, he began to
moan then I felt my mouth being filled with his hot sperm, swallowing it
all, thinking to myself, this isn't any different than doing it with my
husband. I reached under my skirt and pulled open the snaps from my
teddy and laid back on the seat pulling him on me, rubbing his cock on
my pussy putting him inside of me. He fucked and fucked and fucked me,
finally pulling out saying, he couldn't do it anymore. I remember thinking to myself he should have taken a cock star before he came to the club, that would have made him last! Understanding, I
sat up and snapped my teddy and said to him, maybe next time, and
returned to the club.

While slow dancing with my husband, I filled him in step by step on
everything I did, then returned again to my table and ordered a drink.
Sometime later, I was asked to dance by

I've been living with my current roommate, Jim, for several months
now and we get along great. Jim is several years older than me, and I've
been learning a lot from him, not all of which is related to my studies. I'm
currently unattached, but Jim has a wild new girlfriend, Marsha, and they
have sex nearly constantly. Since we have a small apartment with thin
walls, the sounds of their sexual ecstasy nearly drove me crazy at first,
until I learned to share in their joy at least vicariously.

Each night after they came in from their date they would head for the
bedroom in an excited mood, sometimes pausing for some conversation, but
sometimes with hardly a nod in my direction. At first I thought this was
rude, but after a few trysts myself (when I got lucky) I understood when I
saw that special glint of lust in their eyes as they walked hand-in-hand to
Jim's room.

Gradually, I realized that listening to their lovemaking and using my
imagination was better, and cheaper, than reading the sex magazines I had
always jerked off to. If I was still up when they came in, usually pretty
late, I would retire to my room and get ready for bed as I listened to the
sound of their stripping and the many pauses when silence or maybe a low
moan was all there was to hear. In my mind I could imagine the kisses,
carresses, and lascivious touches that must be going on as they took their
already aroused bodies to new heights. I would settle in and grab my hard
cock, get my Eve's Pleasureskin Pussy and stroke it over my cock slowly and get really nasty and fix a ball spreader on my cock, as I heard the creaking bedsprings, sighs, and finally
the rythmic thrusting as they fucked one another's brains out. Marsha
almost always would cry out when she climaxed, and I would try to time
my own release with hers. I could tell, as I'm sure Jim could also, about
how close she was by the pitch and urgency of the little cries she made as
they worked their genitals together in the sweet urgency of lust.

But after I came, the sex sounds would continue unabated as Jim, with
self control I could only marvel at, would continue to fuck his lover to
several more climaxes until at last, with a groan of triumph, he would
release his pent up sperm and they would collapse (I could hear the final
groan of the abused bedsprings) in a sweaty, exhausted heap of satisfied
flesh. Often during this last phase they would change positions and my
imagination went wild trying to guess their configurations as I too got hard
again and continued to masturbate, sometimes with the pleasureskin pussy, sometimes with my ultimate jack off sleeve.  After an hour or more, we all three
would be spent and sleep soundly through the night.



This went on for a while, and as time went by I got to know Marsha
better and we became close enough to discuss personal matters. One day over
a few beers while Jim was working late, Marsha mentioned that she was sorry
that they had to bother me with their sexual activity at night, but they had
no other place to go and she hoped it wasn't too offensive for me. I
surprized myself by confessing that it was no bother at all, in fact I
enjoyed listening to their extraordinary lovemaking and that it kind of
turned me on (an understatement if there ever was one). She then surprized
me by saying that she liked that, and that it was always one of her favorite
fantasies to be making uninhibited love while being watched by people she
trusted. I was too stunned to reply, so she asked me if I would like to
watch her and Jim make love one night. After only a moments hesitation I
said "Sure!". She promised to try and talk Jim into it, and if he gave the
green light, which she thought he would, she'd let me know.



The next several days were a fever of anticipation, as I awaited the
verdict without daring to mention anything to Jim directly. One night,
after a few beers and some good conversation, Jim and Marsha drifted back
to the bedroom as usual, and I prepared to go to bed, but then Marsha
re-emerged, smiled a delightful, lewd smile and said &qu