After the preliminary introductions dance music was to be heard coming from hidden speakers in the suite, the drinks were flowing and the lights were dimmed. Mark reconned there must be at least 6 couples at the event but he couldn’t detect a common theme for the event. At some point in the evening Mark noticed a change in the mood of the couples. Joy was talking, and what appeared to him to be actually flirting with another man. Even he would have to admit the man was handsome but in a rough around the edges way with calloused hands……and no! He actually touched Annie’s bare shoulders and hair!
From across the room Mark had noticed a pair of women in conversation and what seemed to him to be discrete glances in his direction. In ordinary circumstances he would have felt privately flattered but he suspected something about this party wasn’t quite right especially when he detected an odor harkening back to his college days: Pot!
At this point the two women subtly glided to Mark and introduced themselves by placing their flat palms on his chest as they complimented on how much the adored the fit of his tuxedo shirt. Could Mark be more intoxicated by their attention, glances and perfume? He thought not.
Meanwhile Joy was thoroughly enjoying the attention of more than just one man as she realized she was chatting, laughing and yes, flirting with what had to be three of the most attractive men she’d talked to in ages.
“Joy, my wife told me your fantasy, kudos to you. Its not often that a fantasy comes round that all the members can participate in. I’m not sure who’s getting a bigger thrill me or you.”
“He’s right Joy, my cock has been twitching all day long, I can’t tell you how pleasurable that is.”
At this point Annie took it upon herself along with another woman to make sure all the drinks were filled and the time was right, the air in the suite being a heady mix of what she was sure was not just cologne and perfume but the essence of sex as well.
With a bit of flair Annie opened the doors leading to the bedroom section of the suite. The king bed was covered in a canopy with a linen gauze not unlike what you’d find in the Amazon. Around the bed was an array of scented candles that added to the mystique and allure.
Annie took it upon herself to offer a toast to their new guests at which she took the glasses from Joy and Mark’s hand and nodded to the other ladies to take out the blindfolds.
From behind Mark noticed multiple feminine hands descend on his buttons and zippers, belts and shoes where his last vision was of the woman who’s hand was on his chest moments earlier pull aside the straps of her dress to see it crumble to her feet.
Meanwhile Joy had the luxury of being guided to the canopied bed by two men and another woman who lingered undressing her, taking care to seduce this woman by touch and whispers. She reclines backwards, blindfolded and between the legs of one of the men she eyed earlier, yielding to the multiple hands that roamed and caresses her legs, taking care to massage her breasts with oil and play with her nipples till Joy’s quick intakes of breath confirmed her immense pleasure.
How does a man keep his balance while blindfolded when he realizes his cock is being suckled by a sumptuous, warm, wet mouth that’s eager to swallow him whole? He leans back into the arms of attentive women who hold him in place while their hands to roam to his chest and abdomen.
Joy has yielded to the inevitable of her fantasy as she realizes that she herself is receiving the pleasure of sumptuous lips and tongue within the folds of her pussy. Can it be that one of the women from the group is now licking and tormenting her pulsating pussy?
“Is that what a woman feels like” she thinks to herself, somehow she thought the sensation would be softer and delicate but in fact reminds her of a boy from high school many years ago.
With blindfolds still in place Mark is guided to the bed where he remains thoroughly intoxicated by the sensations surrounding him. After so many years with Joy, his confusion gives way to ecstasy, his cock being swallowed by lips never experienced before.
A moment later a firm hand takes hold of his cock and urges it forward with the remaining hands allowing him to retain his balance. He finds is cock dipping into a second inviting warm wet sensation where his hips shift into their primal dance. His mouth remains in lock with the lips of a second woman who quickly shifts her mouth to his left nipple and sucks hard.
Joy remains surrounded by sensation as hands continue to stroke and touch her clit as her back arches to meet the male between her legs.
The pace can simply not last too long, both are so long deprived that even minimalist attention brings quick rapture. Feminine fingers find their way from behind Mark to his balls where they firmly support him with a loving grip where he slides over the edge into the abyss of orgasm.
Joy senses the increased tension if her partner, arching her back to accept his downpour of semen into her body, while at the edge of her own brink of orgasmic freefall when she utters a groan of rapture.
Impossible to deny the voice, so long having been the love of his life that Mark bends down and kisses the familiar mouth with sincere passion. Astonished and a bit bewildered as his senses come round, he leans round to her ear and whispers:
“Promise me you’ll love me forever?”
The End
The Naked Zone
We had spent the better part of 4 years planning, planting, building and growing the buffer zone around our house. Once upon a time we had lived far enough out not to have to worry about being naked in the backyard, but town was slowly encroaching and they were building a house near enough to ours, that the time had come. A row of trees then a grape arbor 10 feet high and 100 feet long, big leaves on the grapes, plus bushing out the Aus trees provided for a nice sized area that know one could see into from outside the property lines.
So Karen felt more comfortable sunbathing, in fact with the new additions she mostly wandered naked through the backyard when ever she wanted. She has the full figure she has always had and looks close to 10 years younger than her 47 years. Her 38D bust narrows to a 34 inch waist then flairs back out to 40 inch hips, may not be what some call a goddess, but she is all woman. Me well I’m pushing the heck out of 50, in fact the story I’m about to tell happened on my 49th birthday.
Now birthdays come and birthdays go and I don’t pay a lot of attention to them anymore, if I want something I buy it and don’t worry about material presents. Our friends Karlee and Mike had called from Montana and let us know they would be in town for the weekend, so Karen had decided it would be a great weekend for a BBQ. So I got up early and fired up the smoker she had told me to expect about 10 for lunch at 2. so the big pork roast went on at 6 in the morning, followed by the ribs at around 9 and topped off with a couple of chickens went on the heat at 10:30. For those who merely grill this may seem early, but if you have ever had slow cooked competition style BBQ, you will never order BBQ at a restaurant again, in fact you will want to kick the cooks ass for feeding you crap. Light the charcoal and add a little apple wood for smoke then kick back and relax.
The meat was on so I went inside to grab a beer; Karen was in the kitchen starting on some of the side dishes, wearing a pair of shorts and only an apron as a top, looking sexy as hell. “Well Hello,” I snuggled up to her from behind slipping my hands in the apron and fondled her tits, “how is my favorite girl?”
Knife in one hand, lettuce head in the other, she leaned back into me, “Best watch yourself birthday boy,” she purred, “we have guests to feed and if you stop me before the salad, the other stuff won’t be done.” It was a deal we had worked out long ago, I got up early worked the meat and got it started, while she slept in. Then she did the extras, beside she was much better at putting the things together that made our gatherings special. “Just go relax… no one is due for a couple hours, catch some sun.”
I grabbed a beer and went back downstairs, took off my tee shirt and shorts, then walked out of the daylight basement wearing just my sandals. In a warmer climate we would be year round nudists but in Wyoming the weather limits your access to sun. I was starting to get my tan for the summer, but I’m still a bit pale in the nether regions. At 5 foot 8 inches and 200 pounds I still have a bit of a beer belly, but working out had trimmed 50 pounds and quite a number of inches off. My chest and upper body was muscling up along with my legs, if only my gut would disappear. It was two hours before the guests arrive so I could soak up some sun before I had to get dressed.
Karen & I have always joked with our friends about this being the naked zone, but I don’t believe any of them had any Idea how much time we spent out here naked, every evening after work and weekends were our times together and this is where we spent them.
I turned on some tunes and kicked back in the reclining yard chair on the gazebo, half an hour face down, get up check the heat in the smoker, and then back to the chair to bake the other side.
I must have dozed off, because I suddenly felt like someone was blocking my sun and could here some muffled voices in the background, I figured Karen was waking me so I could get dressed…
“So are you going to sleep all day?” that was not Karen’s voice, I blinked my eyes open sitting up trying to look into the sun and see who was standing over me. Karlee’s black hair big brown eyes and smile greeted my sleepy eyes.
“Hello?!” I was trying to focus.
“How are you birthday boy?” Her hand rested on my leg, just below my tanning cock, as the rest of her came into focus, my mind came out of its sleepy fog enough to realize she was also naked, her pale skin and big white breasts glistening from sun block. We had met Karlee and Mike at a biker rally in Montana a couple years before and had become good friends. Normally quite shy about her body, there she was naked as a jay bird, “we showed up early and so did some others, Karen said to wake you.” She giggled.
“What? Who came early?” I looked over towards the house and the patio where the smoker was, there stood everyone Karen had invited to the party, all naked. Most of them looking embarrassed about their current state of dress or undress.
“SURPRISE!!” Came the cheer, as Karlee slipped her arm around me and escorted me to the party, Karen met us halfway across the yard, now all she was wearing was the apron and it covered very little. “You have said for years we should have a ‘Naked Party’” she smiled, “so here it is.”
I looked over the crowd and was amazed by the group of friends that Karen had assembled for the occasion.
Mike, Karlee’s husband, was there, dark haired, skinny, say 170 lbs, is about 6’ 8" and he towered over the rest of the crowd. Karlee is about 5'5" built much like Karen but with a set of DD’s or E’s that are amazing, they are both in their mid thirties.
My friend Curt, red headed and starting to gray is my height 5'8" but much lighter built, I’d guess 150 lbs and in great shape for 53. His wife Nita is the eldest of our group is pushing 60, a blond with large droopy boobs she was trying to cover and hold up while she sat cross legged staring grumpily at her husband and my wife as if to say “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU TALK ME INTO?”
Dan, my golfing partner, 5'6", 140 lbs, completely grey, was wearing his baseball cap, trying to keep his eyes only on his rather jealous wife Dotty. Dotty is a former coworker of mine, skinny as a rail huge brown nipples covered tiny breasts that would not fill even an A cup. Dottie’s southern drawl was sexy but she seldom quite talking long enough to let you reply. An old hippy, her first husband cheated on her and now she was sure Dan wanted someone, anyone besides her. How Karen got her here and naked mystified me.
Debra, our favorite hair dresser, a red head with a nicely trimmed pussy was the tallest woman there at 5'10" her C cups stood out with erect nipples. She seemed to be flying solo today and she acted as if she stood naked and talked every day.
My friend Ed had even made it to town, he was next to the beer cooler, at 5'11 and 200 pounds this former lineman turned chef was a formidable figure. His eyes never letting Karen out of sight, for years he had been infatuated with her and watching her walking around nude was driving him nuts.
“EDGAR!” Karen yelled to our friend, “Time for the Birthday Toast.” Ed picked up a tray of tequila shots and passed them to all of our guests, “Today,” Karen continued “is the opening day of the Naked Zone. Mitch has been working on this project for four years and today we celebrate it with our friends. Happy Birthday Honey!” then she raised her glass and slammed her shot.
“Happy Birthday!” the others followed suit, Ed refilled their glasses.
“Remember, there are three simple rules for the Naked Zone,” Karen hung up a sign I had made in my shop as a joke.
NAKED ZONE RULES 1.You Must Be Naked 2.No Means No! and Yes spells FUN! 3.If You Are Jealous Go Home!
“To the Naked Zone!” Ed offered his glass to the sign.
“To the Naked Zone!” came the reply from the group, as they laughed.
It seemed to break some of the tension many were feeling, the two shots helped, they were followed by quite a number of drinks and soon everyone was relaxed and having fun together. With the exception of Mike and Karlee, we had all been good friends for a number of years. Mike and Karlee fit right in, friendly and out going, not to mention Karlee’s amazing body and Mike’s 12 inch dick made them popular with the opposite sex in the group.
We still had an hour to kill before lunch would be ready when Debra went inside and returned with a bag from her salon. “OK Kids” she called for our attention, her red hair was cropped at the neck, so her breasts were starting to pink a bit in the sun. “It is time to lotion up.” She pulled bottles of sun lotion out of her bag, “But first we need to partner up,” instinctively the women stepped next to their men. “Wait a minute, rule number 3; we are drawing cards to see who applies it to who.”
“WAIT A MINUTE!” Dotty of course, her head rubber necking between Dan and Debra, we were about to see if the Naked Zone could pass its first major test. “Who applies it to WHO?” Behind her turning beet red was Nita, suddenly conscious of her nakedness again.
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Debra stepped up to Dotty, “We talked about this specifically with you and you agreed to come.” Dotty looked at Dan, “Don’t look at him, you agreed before we even let him know about it” her voice then softened “Come on Hon, its just sun screen,” Debra reached her hand out to her friend.
“OK, but just sun screen.” Dotty broke and walked over to her drink downing it and poured another.
“Ladies draw a card,” Debra commanded, they all drew a card from the deck, “don’t show them to anyone and now Gentlemen draw your cards.” We nearly stampeded over the poor girl reaching for our cards, in fact Curt reached passed the deck and tugged on Debra’s nipple, “Hey mister a Card!” She seemed to have a way about her that made us all feel more relaxed. “Again don’t look at your cards.” She commanded, back into her bag she reached, pulling out a cigarette case. “Before we look at our cards everyone gets a couple of hits of this.” She lit the joint and passed it, we all did as instructed taking one or two hits. “Now Gentlemen each of you take a lotion bottle and line up in the ranking order of your cards.”
Dan drew a king, Ed a jack, followed by Mike with a 10, me a 5 and Curt with a 3.
“Ladies line up in reverse order, smallest to largest.”
Karlee drew a 2 that set her up with Dan, which drew some fire from Dottie’s eyes. Karen had a 4 matching her with Ed, much to his liking. Dotty had the 6 and as she looked at the big guy with his monster dick, she suddenly quit glancing at Dan and Karlee. Nita looked a bit uncomfortable with her queen as she stepped across from me, quick smiles and a bit nervous, but then weren’t we all. Debra had an Ace up her sleeve, had she been wearing sleeves so our two redheads paired up. “Girls grab a blanket and a piece of grass and get greased up!” Some how Debra had taken over, the joint had kicked in and off we went in search of our piece of turf.
Our back yard is quite large yet you can not get out of sight of the others, so it was time to relax and enjoy. Nita and I found a place near the gazebo and spread our blanket, the others scattered around the yard.
“Why don’t you let me start with your back?” I offered. “OK,” she took my hand and pulled me close “I’m glad I got you.” Her other hand gripped my cock for just a moment; my body blocking the others view. Then she lie down on her front. As I said earlier Nita had huge breasts that hung down, she maneuvered them off to either side as she lie down her arms over her head looking much like she had water wings on. I squirted some of the oil on my hands and warmed it a bit as I knelt be side her working on her shoulders the head of my cock rubbed back and forth across her right breast. Slowly I spread the oily substance down her back and across her shoulders onto the exposed part of her left breast, I had felt a tickle on my ball sack and as I rubbed oil across her left breast and fondled the small nipple it grew, until it was sticking out at least an inch. As I switched side I discovered her right nipple was what had been tickling the hair around my balls. Nita was quite relaxed and moaning just a bit as my fingers danced across her right nipple, my cock and balls now tickling over her left breast. I worked my way south, over her smooth ass and down her legs then back up on the inside, her legs parted allowing my hand to continue up to her wet pussy, again she moaned with pleasure. I worked my way down the other leg and back up; her legs parted even farther allowing my hand to rest covering her love box. As my finger slipped into the warm wet crack I looked up to see if someone was watching.
Dotty and Mike were the closest to us, her inhabitations thrown to the wind she had both hands wrapped around his big cock and was sitting on his face. Beyond them Curt was slowly massaging oil onto Debra’s breasts, while she was sucking his cock. Karen and Ed were below them and to the right, where he was concentrating on her breasts and she seemed to enjoy letting him play. Dan was in hog heaven, Karlee was rubbing him down with sunscreen via her amazing breasts, his cock sticking straight up as she titty fucked it.
I slid between Nita’s legs teasing her clit with the head of my dick, rubbing it up and across her ass hole, tweaking those amazing nipples with my fingers, “Time to roll over,” I whispered in her ear as I slipped off to one side. She rolled over and sat up in a bit of a daze, pulled me towards her and kissed me. “Take a look around.”
Her eyes scanned the carnal sights that surrounded us and she said “My turn.” She pushed me to my back rolling on top of me rather spryly considering her age. She lined up my cock and sat down, sliding all the way down until she hit bottom. Rocking her hips forward and thrusting her chest into my face, “I brought you a snack!” her long nipples were pressing against my lips, I sucked one in gently, “Harder,” she moaned, so I complied, “Harder!” and I sucked in as much as I could get as hard as I could. “YES!” she cried as she rocked back and forth, the muscles of her vagina walls were as tight as a virgins, but better because she was doing things with just her muscles, while not hardly moving her body at all. Then I tasted it, menopause does many strange and sometimes wonderful things to a woman, this 60 year old woman was lactating! I swapped to the other nipple and a stream of milk shot down my throat and Nita came hard! I looked to see if her yelp of pleasure had attracted anyone.
From my limited point of view that meant Dotty and Mike, he was working her from behind doggy style, his 12 inches of meat sliding in and out, sweat pouring from both of them and she was in a different world.
Nita sat up and put the squeeze to me, I’m not sure how she learned to do what she did but it was incredible. Tight rolling motion on the inside like a belly dancer rolled against my member causing the dam to break, she came again as I shot my load into her hot tight cunt.
She rolled off lying beside me, both of us panting; I sat up cupped one of her monster breasts and sucked more of her mother’s milk, while watching the others.
Karen and Ed were the next to finish, she had rolled him over and was riding him hard, her blonde hair falling down into his face her breasts bouncing with every pump up and down. I heard a familiar squeal and watched as he bucked his cum deep inside of her. She collapsed onto his chest. It was the second time I had seen her with Ed and in some strange way it turned me on to watch her fucking another man.
Dan was fucking Karlee from behind, her large breasts quivered each time he thrust then suddenly he pulled out shooting his sperm across her back. He had the biggest smile on his face when he looked in my direction.
Curt had Debra’s legs wrapped around him her back against the house, his face smashed right into her tits. They appeared to be finished, since neither one seemed to be able to move.
The last couple still going at it was Mike and Dotty, she had his huge cock buried in her face, deep throating the whole thing, it was fascinating to watch her roll her head and try to get more. Then it happened, Mike came, in what seemed like buckets full. Dotty tried to swallow but couldn’t keep up, out of her mouth and her nose. She had to let it go if she was going to breathe, she coked the monster out cum splashing across her face and on to her chest. She had the funniest look on her face as she licked the big head and smeared his cum over her nipples, making them darker than before.
I had to do it; I started clapping for their performance, I was joined quickly by Nita and then the others.
The End
How to Seduce a Woman
“You know why you’re single, Will,” my mouth said. A slight slur was audibly perceptible as I’d likely had too much wine.
“What?”
“Well, why you’re single.” I could hardly back down now. No matter how hypocritical it was. Here we were, sitting on his couch, after a friendly dinner, a bottle of wine and several drinks. The both of us single, and no love life on the horizon. Will’s love life seemed easier to fix than my own.
“Do tell. Why am I single?” he asked sardonically. It had been awhile since he’d humoured my desire to psycho-analyze him.
“Well,” I began after setting my now empty cocktail glass on the coffee table and settling back on the couch, one leg tucked under the other. “You’re too shy. And you don’t know how to go about seducing a woman.”
“What?” he pouted. Of course he pouted. His fragile male ego couldn’t allow him to admit that, yes, he was rather hopeless in the art of seduction.
“Even I’ll admit you’re a great catch. You’ve got that tall, dark and handsome thing going on. You’ve got all your teeth, a good job, and you don’t live with your parents. So what’s the snag? You don’t know how to seduce a woman, that’s what,” I declared matter-of-factly.
He scowled. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He got up from the couch, and took our beverage glasses into the kitchen. Clearly he wasn’t willing to admit it. “I’m going to bed.”
It had already been decided after dinner that I’d spend the night since clearly I was unfit to drive. It was a common arrangement. Several times before I’d slept over after too many drinks, which was usually his doing in the first place. This was how I knew of his ineptness at seduction in the first place. No matter how many times I’d slept over, he’d never made even the slightest moves. Yet he swore he wasn’t gay.
“No, seriously, Will. You just need to learn how to seduce a woman, and you’ll be irresistible.”
The thought of being irresistible must have intrigued him. “Okay, assuming you’re right, which I’m not saying you are, how does one learn how to seduce a woman?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll explain it to you. Just a moment,” I said, as I headed for the bathroom to change into a t-shirt he’d lent me to sleep in.
“How do you know how to seduce a woman?” he called after me.
“Well, I am one! I think that gives me a good edge on what women want!” I retorted, shutting the bathroom door and leaving my voice in the hallway.
“Okay, so, how to seduce a woman,” I began, as I climbed into my side of the bed. He waited until I was under the covers before he turned off the bedside lamp, but after I’d caught him rolling his eyes. I laughed. “Hey, hear me out! I could be right! And what have you got to lose?”
“So, take tonight, for example, you make a great date. You do the dinner and drinks thing very well. You clearly have no issues there. But you’re shy when it comes to anything else. So let’s create a scenario, shall we? You’ve been on a few dates with someone you’re hoping will become someone special. You invite her back here, and of course, you’ve had too much to drink, like we have tonight, and it’s not a good idea for her to drive home. You lend her a t-shirt, like you did for me. And you offer her the bed, because that’s what you should do. If she’s a smart, perceptive girl, which would be the kind you’d want to date in the first place, she’ll suggest you share the bed with her. She won’t make you cram yourself on the couch. Especially after you’ve graciously offered her your bed.” I could practically hear his eyes rolling in the darkness, but he said nothing. So I continued.
“So then, as you’re lying there in the dark, you reach out and stroke her arm. That’s all. And if she asks you what you’re doing, you say something like ‘Sorry, I just wanted to see if your skin was as soft as it looked.’” And this time I heard him snort. I laughed. “What? Women eat that shit up! Trust me!”
“And then, you’ll be able to tell by her reaction whether she’s into you or not. And if she is, you should snuggle a bit closer.” Just for illustration purposes I wiggled a bit closer and turned my back towards him. He got the hint and spooned in behind me. “See? Just like that. So then, you should continue stroking her arm, her back, her shoulder.” On cue, Will began to stroke his fingers along my arm. “Yes, really softly like that. Women love that sort of thing.” My voice became a bit softer.
“Continue to stroke her. Let your fingers move over more of her body. Feel the curve of her hip.” I moved my arm out of Will’s way, and he ran his hand along my side, feeling the curve of my hip and along my thigh. “Say something like ‘Women have such fascinating curves’, or, ‘I love the feel of your skin.’ And even if you feel you want to move further at this point, don’t do it. Don’t make it seem at all like you want to have sex or anything. That’s the key. It’s called foreplay.” I could feel his derisive snort of breath on the back of my neck. I pulled the bottom hem of the t-shirt down for emphasis. Will rhythmically stroked my side, my back and my arm. He was learning quickly.
“Okay, so once you’ve stroked her hips and arm and back for what seems like forever, then slightly try to expand your stroking to just touch the edge of her breast. Just the edge. Then stroke her side again, like you didn’t mean to touch it. Stroke her arm, back, hip again for a bit and then stroke the edge of the breast again. Like you can’t help it, but you’re being drawn in again.” I could feel Will’s fingers tentatively stroke the edge of my breast. It felt wonderful, and I wanted more, but like I’d told him to, he pulled back, and stroked my side again, before his fingers tentatively touched the side of my breast again.
“Then, you can start stroking her breast a bit. But you have to be casual about it. Subtle, and gentle. Will, that’s the ultimate lesson - gentleness. If you can learn that, you can have any woman eating out of the palm of your hand.” Without much instruction, he began to stroke my breast. I could feel his fingers caress me through the fabric of the t-shirt. He made large loping circles around it and ran his finger along the valley between my breasts. He balanced this by caressing my side and tummy.
When his thumb rubbed across the nub of my nipple, I closed my eyes in pleasure and spoke again. “If she’s in to you, and enjoying herself, her nipple should be perked up, and you should be able to feel it through the fabric of the t-shirt. Don’t pinch it, or try that ‘Tune in Tokyo’ crap. Just stroke across it, like you have been doing with the rest of her body. Eventually, circle around it with your finger. And, a nice appreciative moan here works too. I mean, from you. Although she might give one too.” He didn’t moan, but gave a soft chuckle. I didn’t say anything for awhile, and just enjoyed the feel of Will’s fingers teasing my nipple. It was so taut I was sure it was going to puncture the fabric.
“Okay, so you’ve been stroking her through this t-shirt this whole time. Now’s the time for you to ease your way up under it. Be smooth about it. She’ll know what you’re up to, but you should still be subtle.” Like he’d practiced it a thousand times, Will deftly ran his hand along my side and down my thigh to the edge of the t-shirt, nudging his hand under the hem. “And just start stroking under the shirt. Don’t go right for the boob, stroke along her side again first, warm her up again. Feel her skin.” He ran his hand along the curve of my hip and along my side.
“Then go for her breast. Cup it. Test how it feels in your hand. Run your finger gently around her nipple. Then pinch it between two of your fingers, not your finger and thumb. Gently.” He made an appreciative murmur and I grinned in the darkness.
“Maybe if she’s into you, she’ll turn a bit so you can reach the other breast.” I turned to lie on my back, allowing him full frontal access, and shimmying the t-shirt up as I turned. “If she does, you should pay attention to that one too.” His hand moved to fondle my other breast, the one that had been previously out of his reach. And applying all he had learned thus far, he caressed it gently, and pinched the nipple between his fingers. My eyes rolled back into my head and my breath expelled audibly.
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“If you do this well enough, she’ll want you to kiss and suck them next.” This was apparently the cue he’d been waiting for, because his mouth decended upon my breast instantly, instinctively. The hot, moistness of his mouth was divine. I couldn’t help but moan. When his tongue flicked across my nipple, I forgot my instructive monologue. “Oh God, Will!”
When his hand tried to creep lower, I resumed my lesson, covering his roaming hand with my own and bringing it back up to my breast. “Your hands should stay with your mouth, fondling the breast you’re not sucking. Caressing the skin beneath her breasts, pinching her nipples.” I gripped my breast through his hand. I arched my back off the bed, pushing my breasts into his mouth and our hands.
“If she’s hot and bothered, like me, at this point, then she’ll want your hands to move lower. You’ll know if she spreads her legs a bit to encourage you.” My thigh brushed against Will’s body. Continuing to cover his hand with my own, I led his hand slowly and gently, over my tummy and to the juncture at the center of my legs. “But don’t move too fast here. Again, tease her. Move slowly.” I ran our hands teasingly over my skin, along my outer thigh, then along the inner thighs.
“Caress and tease her inner thighs, and just run your fingertips along her pubic hair, if she has some.” With my hand over his, I guided him over my pubes, curling my fingers just a bit atop his, so he could feel the downy softness of my pubic hair. “Can you feel her heat? Run a fingertip along her slit, but not between it just yet.” Together, we ran our fingers along my pubic slit. I felt like I was melting into the bed. “Move away and caress along her thighs a bit, then move back to tease her slit again. This sweet torture will have her squirming. Her reactions will tell you what she wants. If she arches up towards your hand, she is asking you to move your fingers deeper.” I arched my pelvis towards Will’s fingers which were still covered by my own.
“So with your middle finger, run your finger from the bottom of her slit to the top, working your way gradually inward.” Still covering his hand, we began the journey between my pussy lips. I showed him, with my fingers, the right amount of pressure to use. “The bottom to the top is important, because the bottom is where the moisture is. And you’ll want your finger to be wet before you reach her clit.” We repeated this pass from the bottom to the top of my slit several times, each time, I pressed my middle finger on his, urging it further between my lips. I couldn’t feel the moisture yet, but the downy hairs guarding that moist cavern tickled my fingers. “She’ll want your finger to be wet before you get to her clit,” I emphasized. And usually, the wetter she is, the more turned on she is. Bottom to the top again. Not back and forth. Oh so gradually slipping your finger between her lips."
I gasped, Will murmured. “You’ll know when you reach her moisture. You’ll feel it. She’ll feel it. Continue to run your finger from the bottom to the top, bringing her moisture upwards to her clit.” I was drenched. It didn’t take long for our fingers to be covered in my wetness.
“Once you’ve brought enough of her moisture up to her clit, only then should you start to tease it. The clit is the center of a woman’s world. If you know how to treat a woman’s clit, you can rule her world.” I guided Will on the fragile art of fingering a woman’s clit. “Don’t touch it directly. Instead, tease around it. Circle it. Use the pad of your finger, and only enough pressure that gravity has on your hand.” Our middle fingers circled slowly around my clit, and dipped back down along my slit to remoisten. “You can try a few different things here. Use more than one finger. But keep them flat and don’t use too much pressure. Remember how you pinched her nipples between your fingers? If your fingers are wet enough you can pinch her clit the same way, and then wiggle them.” Will tried what I suggested and I arched my pelvis up off the bed, towards his fingers. “Ohhhh!” My eyes rolled back into my head again. “Y-you can try a few different things here, but always keeping in mind that women’s parts are soft and require a gentle touch. You will be able to read from her reactions if she wants you to use more pressure.” I was losing my ability to keep instructing him as my body and mind were becoming lost in the sensations between my thighs. My whole body tingled. I left his fingers teasing my clit and moved mine up to pinch my nipples. My face felt flushed and my breathing was becoming erratic.
“Ohhhh yes! Just like that!” Will had become more adventurous in his touches and exploration of my clit and now he patted it, rubbed it and pinched it between his fingers. I was losing my mind and my pelvis twitched and gyrated under his ministrations.
“Now, depending on the woman, she might just want you to tease her clit endlessly. But some might want you to move your fingers inside too. So slide your middle finger down, and softly feel along her slit. You’ll feel where your finger d-d-dips in.” I stumbled over my words at this point, because his finger had found my entrance and had slipped inside, oh so delightfully. I groaned in pleasure.
“Every woman is different,” I panted, “so you should really pay close attention to her reaction to determine what she likes b-best- ohhh yesss! - whether it’s to have her clit teased, or to be fingered.” Will removed his fingers and teased my clit again, drawing a half dozen circles around it before dipping two fingers down and inside me. I uttered a low, gutteral moan. “Oh like that. Just like that. Mmmmmn!”
“From inside, if you curl your finger slightly towards her clit and rub there, you might be able to find her g-spot.” His fingers seemed just the right length to find the Holy Grail I’d mentioned and I lost all capacity to form a cohesive sentence as he rubbed on that sensitive nub. Instead I just groaned and began to mutter a long stream of nonsense. “Oh God, yes. Oh sweet love of- Oh my God. Ohhh! That feels sooo-ohhhh! Damn you’re such a good- Ohhh! Faaaacccckkkk!” My back arched off the bed, and I writhed and twitched and spasmed, climaxing all over his fingers. My thighs clamped tight around his hand, locking his fingers in my wet, clenching depth. My face was flushed, and I could feel my pulse throbbing through my entire body. My eyes had permanently rolled into the back of my head and my lids were closed. I gasped for breath. My thigh muscles slowly relaxed and Will extracted his fingers, laying them gently along my slit and nuzzling at my clit until I stopped their movement on my sensitive flesh by laying my hand upon his. I said nothing for a long while.
“Ahem, not all women are like that,” I stammered. " I mean, will cum from just being fingered." I coughed. My face felt so flushed. “But foreplay certainly helps. And that’s how you seduce a woman, see?” I coughed again. “Want me to show you how a seduced woman shows her gratitude?”
The End
A Lesson Learned
She is sitting at the computer and wondering what it is that her husband does so late every night. She doesn’t know where to begin but she knows she has to find out. She is a little afraid, as the questions roll in her mind. The thoughts are making her tremble, “what if I find something I don’t want to find?” she says aloud into the silence of the empty room. She knows he goes into the chat rooms but what is it that he does there?
The chat icon is calling to her ‘click here’ it says in her mind so she does.
At first, the rolling lines of the room do not make sense to her, so she just watches. She realizes that the “asl” that people keep typing in the room means age, sex, location, so she types hers into the room. At first, she doesn’t see a response, then someone types “hi” and ask her about her profile. She explains that it is her husbands name and that she doesn’t have a name of her own. She isn’t even sure if she knows how to make one.
He tells her it’s ok and that he has a picture if she wants to see what he looks like. She thinks about it a minute and types into the room “sure why not.” When the email arrives, she is a little afraid to open it. As she watches the picture open onto the screen, she sees a rather heavy man with no shirt; she laughs to herself and wonders what she is supposed to say. When he sends her and instant message, she just types in “nice.”
He types, “Do you have a pic?”
She answers back “I am new to this. This is my first time in a chat room and you are the first person I have talked to online. I am sorry I don’t have a picture.”
He is very sweet and she doesn’t have the heart to tell him that she really isn’t attracted to him, so she keeps typing in the little box. It is just everyday chitchat really “how are you?,” “are you married?,” “do you have kids?,” and “where are you from?”
They talk for about 10 minutes when he finally gets around to what’s on his mind. The ding of the incoming message has become familiar to her and when the ding comes, again it is an unfamiliar question. “So… what do you have on?” he has typed into the little box.
She laughs to herself and looks down at her comfortable sweats and favorite tee, but types into the little box “jean skirt and a red tank.”
When the ding comes, again the words in the box are just “mmmmm.”
She laughs again and watches as the words pop into her box “how short is the skirt?”
She lies once again and types, “Mini.”
Again, the ding brings words that make her smile, “what’s under the skirt?”
She types back another lie, “nothing.”
She thinks to herself that this is kind of fun and wonders if this is what her husband does online almost every night. Is there more or is this it?
The man on the other side of this cyber conversation types back, “take your top off.”
She types back, “ok.”
He types back, “I am naked and playing with myself.”
She types back, “Really?”
When the box dings again, it says, “Really do you want to see?”
She is somewhat shocked and again she lets out a giggle. She types, “Sure why not.”
“K brb” appears in the box, she is confused but types back, “ok.” She has no idea what k brb means and she doesn’t want to sound stupid so she doesn’t ask. When he comes back he types, “Ygm.” Now she is really confused and has to ask, “YGM? What does that mean?” He answers, “You’ve got mail (YGM).”
She tells him thank you and opens the email. She closes her eyes to keep from looking and waits a few minutes before she is brave enough to reopen them. When she does, she pushes her chair back and covers her mouth to keep from laughing aloud. The picture is of a completely nude man. He is holding his hard on in one big meaty hand and grinning at her. She has no idea what she is supposed to say now. “Oh my God” she whispers into her hand as it continues to cover her mouth.
He tells her that he is so hard and he needs to cum. She has never been exposed to anything like this before and doesn’t think today is the day for her to start. She types into her box, “I don’t think I want to do this” and clicks the box closed.
The box pops up and in it he has typed, “But baby I need you!”
She clicks the box closed again and laughs, thinking “how can he possibly need me, he doesn’t even know me.” The idea is ridiculous, needing someone that you have never met. When he doesn’t IM her again she sighs with relief and leaves that chat room.
She continues her search for what it is that her husband finds so interesting about this cyber life. When she stumbles across a room called Cyber Openly. She realizes immediately that this room is different. This was the room she was going to learn what it is that her husband did every night.
She enters and types into the room, “35/f/MS” and waits to see if anyone answers.
The first answer is from a man that called himself Rampage, “hello WolfsNight.” The next was from a person named JazminT, “Hi Wolf, why do you have a male s/n and you say you are female?”
She types back, “It is my husband’s computer and his s/n. I guess I need my own name.”
Jazmin types back a child like, “uh huh.”
She explains that she doesn’t know how to do that and ask if someone could possible explain to me what it is that she has to do. The lol’s flow through out the room and she blushes.
She types, “I am new to all of this; tonight’s my first time online in a chat room.” Someone types, “aol virgin, lol,” and she turns bright red, glad that no one can see her.
When the IM box pops up, she braces herself for another sexually starved man. The IM only says, “Are you really a woman on your husband’s name?” The IM is from Rampage.
She smiles to herself, sensing the difference in this man. He asked her for nothing, just explaining to her how to make her name and how to make her profile. He helped her choose her name. When it was done, she smiled to herself again.
When the familiar ding came, again it was Rampage or Ramp, as he liked to be called. He had typed into the box, “may I add you to my buddy list?”
She typed back, “Yes please do and thank you so very much for all your help.”
He types, “Yw” and goes back to the room.
Now armed with a screen name of her own and an unfinished profile, she rejoins the room and its light banter and easy conversation. She feels more confident because she now has a name of her own to hide behind. She has become KandiKan2…
Kandi’s profile only says: blonde w/green eyes ~~ 5'5" 125lbs ~~ married ~~ new to cyber land…
Kandi returns to the room and types “35 f Mississippi… Hello room” and receives five IM’s but she does not answer any of them because she knows she shouldn’t feel bad if she doesn’t.
Ramp is in a conversation with Jazmin, so Kandi just reads the room with a small comment every occasionally. The conversation turns to sex and Kandi types “is this how it always is here?”
Ramp types, “Here yes usually, in other rooms no.”
This is what she was looking for she thought to herself, the reason her husband is so fascinated with cyber life.
Everyday she goes to this room and she meets new people but always she thinks of Rampage. Every time he comes to the room, her heart skips a beat. Every time he speaks to her, she wants him more. She lies to her husband so he won’t know about her fascination with this man. They have become very close and now he wants to see her on cam. She has a cam but she is scared. She has his picture and he isn’t super handsome but he is very sexy. The cam thing is scary because you can’t hide things on cam like you can in a still picture. He might not like her.
They have cybered many times but now he wants to see her. Ramp has asked her everyday for a week and Kandi has denied him, she is out of excuses and it is hard to say no to him. Finally, one morning she gives into him and turns her camera on. To her surprise, he tells her how beautiful and sexy she is and that he just wants to see her, nothing more. Before she knows it, she is naked, standing in front of the camera in her den. Scared that he will see something he doesn’t like about her, she blushes from head to toe.
Ramp turns his mic on and his voice is like liquid heat melting Kandi. She can’t help herself; she is blinded to all when he speaks. He says in a soft voice heavy with what she reads as desire, “Baby, let me see all of you.”
Kandi does as he wants and moves the camera so he can see everything. She watches herself on the computer screen, the scene playing out there seems far away and she blushes as she watches herself. He tells her what he wants and she does it. His voice has her mesmerized, controlling her with the powers of seduction. He could tell her anything and she would believe him. While she does what he asks of her, she is enthralled in the passion he brings to her, she can hear his passion over the speakers, and then he says only one word “Kandi.” With that sound, he pushes her over the edge and she sinks in her own passion that leaves her drained.
She hears him say, “What’s your name?”
In a voice heavy with passion, she whispers, “Nicole.”
“Randy” he tells her.
“What?” she asks him.
“My name, its Randy.” he says his voice calm.
“Oh,” she says as she tries to stop trembling.
She starts to get dressed, her hands still trembling. Her mind racing wildly, she goes over everything that has just happened. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I did that!” she thinks to herself. She buttons her blouse and wonders why he is so quiet. “Ramp, did you leave?” she says into the mic. When she gets no answer, a single tear falls silently down her cheek. She turns the cam off and clicks the box closed.
The End
Can’t Stop
Louise had had a really long day at the office.
She had a high flying job in the financial district of London, Canary Wharf.
Sitting on the tube home she closed her eyes and thought about her night in. It had been a while since she’d had the flat to herself. She was nearly always out after work entertaining clients or her boyfriend, Nick, was in so she had to negotiate on what they watched on TV and had to cook for 2. But not tonight, Nick was out playing 5 a-side football and Louise’s client had cancelled leaving her free to do as she pleased.
One of the biggest stress relievers for Lou was masturbation. The intense feeling in her pussy and the relief of an orgasm was a sure fire way to let the day’s tension escape her body. Thinking about it even now made her wet between the legs and horny as hell. She’d been so busy and tired when she got home that these past few weeks that she just hadn’t had the chance.
The tube reached her stop and she slowly got up and made her way to the exit. From leaving work to getting off the tube it had begun to rain, not just a little but a lot. With no brolly and no cash on her Louise had no choice but to walk home in the torrential rain. By the time she got home she was dripping wet and her clothes were clinging to her damp skin.
Falling through the front door she stood and shook her head like a dog and stood dripping on the carpet. As no-one was home and she wasn’t expecting anyone she thought it best to strip in the hall way so as not to get the rest of the flat wet, and besides the sooner she was naked the sooner she could release that tension.
She unzipped the back of her black pencil skirt and stepped out of it leaving her standing in her hall way in her stiletto court shoes, sheer lace top hold ups, transparent cream blouse and bra. The blouse had got wet making it cling to her breasts and as it was cold her nipples were erect and pushing against the lace of her bra.
Going into the living room Louise sat down as she was on the sofa, spread her legs and let her hand trail down to between her legs where she gently started to rub herself through her knickers. She worked on a larger area to start with to get her juices flowing before finding her hardened clit and gently rubbing that through her knickers. Rather than go any further with her pussy just yet she slowly undid her blouse to reveal her nipples now erect through sexual need rather than because they were cold. She did not take off her bra but rather pulled her tits free of her bra so they sat on top of it.
Pinching her nipples hard she began to squeeze and roll them between her thumb and for finger. Grabbing her breasts she squeezed them and played with them. Feeling the wetness build between her legs.
It was like someone had a feather inside her, tickling her. Her clit felt swollen and was crying out to be touched but she knew if she touched it now it’d all be over and she wanted to prolong her experience.
Pulling her now sopping knickers to one side she ran her hand over the outside of her lips. She could feel her clit ever so slightly but still didn’t touch it. Lightly dragging her hand over the outside whilst the other hand pinched her nipples she felt herself relaxing already.
She then started to lightly run her finger tip between her lips so that she touched her clit a little harder whenever she passed it but still not hard enough to bring her to orgasm. Lying back on the sofa, with her clothes disarranged, her legs spread, and her hand between her legs she didn’t hear Nick come in.
He stood at the door to the living room watching, not wanting to interrupt but feeling his cock stirring immediately.
Louise pushed her fingers into her slit deeper now so they hit her clit harder, she began to rub it, her breathing quickened and she squeezed her nipples harder. Just as she was really getting into it she opened her eyes and saw Nick.
Immediately she stopped what she was doing, embarrassed but he told her to continue. Louise was embarrassed but was so horny and close to coming she couldn’t help herself. She stood up, pulled her knickers down and sat her naked ass back down on the leather sofa. She spread her legs wide and one hand went straight to her clit, the other began to play with her wet hole, Slowly sliding in so she was finger fucking herself.
Nick moved from the door to stand in front of her. He sat on the other couch dead opposite Louise he got his dick out and started to rub it. His eyes transfixed on her hand as they pushed around rubbing and fucking her cunt.
“Louise, you naughty, naughty girl. Are you masturbating in front of me?” He asked as he rubbed his cock.
Louise’s reply was through a moan “yes, you bad boy, do you like what you see?”
She now used her index and middle finger of one hand to spread her lips wide so she could really rub her clit without getting in the way. She reached the point of no return and rammed her fingers into her pussy as the clenched around them she shuddered and let her orgasm wash over her. The day’s tension flowing out of her body.
Just as she relaxed there was a noise and she opened her eyes to see Nick covered in cum.
“I wish football was cancelled more often if that’s what you get up to when I’m out.” He said.
The End
Cobra Tattoo, A Short Love Story
Cobra tattoo on the inside of my thigh signifies the kundalini energy – the chakras are opened – my legs fall open – my wet pussy lips open. He eats my pussy – licks my inner and outer lips with long slow strokes of tongue and lips. He looks up at me. I enjoy seeing my vag juice all over his face like a wet beard. My cobra tattoo seems to hiss with happiness and I do the fire breath (sharp exhalations) and scream and shake as I come. Kundalini is the life force and sexual energy flowing; all chakras are opened up and my pussy juice flows; my vagina rejoices. My brain releases those fucking happy chemicals and my body shakes and quivers…especially my cunt. My cunt does summersaults. My snake tattoo coils around my thigh three times.
Just now, his terrifying cobra tattoo is buried in my large breasts that flatten the fury into calm. Cobra killer – cobra kundalini energy – we are both shedding skins, coming into our true selves, coming together. Our cobra tattoos expand with our fiery fuck-passion. I chant between fiery breaths. “Kill me – enlighten me, come on me, come in me, fuck me, fuck you…” I chant. “Yes,” he grunts. His voice is so deep and masculine, so New York…his voice turns me on like his very hard cock and his cobra tattoo. I feel my chakras open – connecting – and that full body sonic orgasmic feeling I feel when I have a Kundalini orgasm in my cunt, belly, tits, ends of nipples, heart, chest, head. I hear a guttural piercing scream. It is mine, and I shake and quiver, my body doing a reflexive cobra dance, like a simultaneous death and awakening.
My cunt squeezes and milks his cock some more. His orgasm is so loud he practically breaks my ear drums. With a great thirst, I drink in his orgasmic facial expression. I gently run my hands along his muscular beauty, along his tattooed canvas and mine, stopping at my exquisitely wet, powerful cunt to place my hands over my pussy in prayer, a pussy prayer of thanks, gratitude, cumpassion and something more.
My cobra’s head is expanded, just like my hot pussy when I am so fucking excited… the way I am right now! Fuck me!!! Mmmmmmm. I love it all, but I love fucking the most.
I found this information on a website that said, “The cobra snake is chosen specifically because it flares its head before striking. This act symbolizes the expansion of consciousness.” The cobra means “killer” or even “devil” in some cultures, something beautiful and powerful in others. In our supposed “higher evolved human minds” we have interpretations or “rationalizations” for everything… I and my cobra don’t need rationalizations. I love sexually getting down and up. I love fucking – being fucked – oral sex – giving it and getting it – but only if my boy toy is a nice play mate. Nothing too deep, except for his cock in my cunt. Any hint of cruelty or insensitivity and my cunt becomes the Sahara Desert instead of a splashy wet delight, and it is over and out. Play nicely – compliment my eyes, my face, my cunt, my lips, inner and outer cunt lips, and tell me how good my lips feel.
But break my rules, and the small piece of trust and good feeling I need to take us to fuck happyland falls and smashes like a vase on concrete. Be good or be bad but in the best ways so that I want to come with you and to you again like re-reading a book I enjoy. Make me want to come, or I just move on – and I do enjoy moving on. With my high standards, it happens often. Plus, I enjoy variety.
Such as my last stranger. He asked me, “Did you come?” Clueless. His question meant “time to move on.”
“Come” as it is – coming – isn’t the end-all-be-all of pleasure. Raw sex, masturbation, fucking, all on their own, can bring one to the “not thinking mind,” the purest animal mode of raw pleasure. A guy who doesn’t get this leaves me restless. And there have been many.
I enjoyed adding ink and now piercings to my body to add some variety to my pussy that is distinctly my own. My hood has a ring too but with a beautiful fiery opal.
Now I am talking about my clit piercing to a dude and he doesn’t know what a hood is (but yet he thinks he can please me). I am such a character – I just get in intimate conversations like this on the street with complete strangers as if we had just jumped into bed – except we are just walking down the street. I explain. “A clit is like an uncircumcised cock or a hot dog in a bun. The bun top is the hood part I had pierced.” Unattractive as he is (in the way that says he doesn’t care about himself), this dude mistakes my intimate conversation for indiscriminant desire. He thinks he can make me scream when I come. I think not, and leave him gaping on the sidewalk. My lovers chew on my ring and it adds stimulation to my way-too-sensitive clit and hood. The piercing did add wildness to my cunt and my life, like adding hot sauce to your favorite food (that is already very hot). I like to wear these magenta and pink mesh panties that leer back at horny guys who check them out as they ride up above the low waste band of my jeans, while down below, the tight panties rub my ring against my clit and hood. As I walk down the street, the panties are teasing my clit ring, like a filthy invisible lover reaching into my pants and rubbing my clit, and dirty boys are checking me out as if they have pussy pants x-ray vision. I squeeze my lips together. Mmmmmmmmmm.
I love my varied lovers but as you can see, trolling diversity has its downs. My sexiest most overpowering lover – the first one I was telling you about – has convinced me to make my beautiful cunt exclusive to him and to just fuck him. When I think of how his deep lovemaking persuaded me to be exclusive, I wet my pants. (I won’t tell you if I had his name tattooed on the inside of my mouth lips or the inside of my inner cunt lips.) His cum tastes so good. He cums in me and on me. I spread his cum on my face and breasts like a sperm tattoo. I lick his jiz and my juice off my fingers like I am sucking his cock. After I rub his come all over my face and chest I like to go to an elegant restaurant. I eat dinner and smile to myself as I trace his cum tattoo on my lips, face, and breast, and I laugh with pleasure.
Sex is awesome with him. It’s even awesome with him when he is not with me and my body feels like he is with me. I feel his cock and his fingers in my cunt and asshole, my mouth. I feel like his cobra tattoo has jumped to my body as a kind of killer watch dog so I remain faithful, and my cobra has jumped to his body to whisper and hiss sexual promises of our future comings with kundalini energy and my wet pussy with layers of secrets I yearn to share. I spread my legs as wide as possible thinking about this. I smell my pussy getting excited and I spread open the lips that have so much they want to share with him. I imagine his fierce cobra and his cock sliding in and out of my pussy and asshole. I breathe in and out and rub my clit, my pussy and place my fingers inside my pussy and then I lick my fingers. I love my taste. I love his taste and our tastes together on my tongue.
Later when I undress, I smell my underpants and again think of his power to inspire me. My lover’s the man with the frightening cobra tattoo. The head stares out from his stomach, the body stretches down, and the tail wraps around the base of his cock. As he gets a big boner the tail twitches, and the entire cobra along with it, expanding just like he does with fuck passion. I always think it promises a kind of sexual death and rebirth, the way an orgasm is like a mini-death and then after, you feel so fucking alive. Our cobra tattoos seem to come alive and do a fuck dance as we sexually ravage each other. He is yang and my cobra tattoo is his yin. It is also true that I decided to get a beautiful cobra tattoo on the inside of my thigh because of him. I mentioned my cobra tat wraps around my thigh three times but I forgot to tell you the Cobra’s tail ends in an infinity sign – a figure 8 and the fiery cobra’s tongue and eyes match the fire in the opal. I love to spread my legs and play with my ring and watch the colors of the opal and cobra tattoo as I masturbate. Mmmmmm, I fantasize about my lover’s stubble and a long rocker beard teasing the length of my slit to my wet hole as he chews on my clit ring and I moan and scream a little.
I close my eyes, but I see with my eyes closed. I am watching the opal pop in and out of his mouth. When his stubble rubs against my thigh I open my eyes widely and I scream so loudly – my legs and all my lips open wider – and I squirt all over him and the bed. I squirm and enjoy my juice lubricating his beard. I later take his beard and use it as a breast loofah and smelling my pussy juice on his beard gets me extra horny. I tell him to pound my pussy hard, but with love, so I feel him after he leaves. I squeeze my kegel muscles and think of his cock in my pussy.
I never wanted a tattoo because tattoos are a long-term relationship and that just isn’t my thing – or it wasn’t. Mmmm. I love your cock in my cunt. I wish I could keep your hard cock in me always (but I don’t want to admit it). Besides it is unrealistic. But I want to hold on to the good feeling and to his cock with my cunt, as long as possible. It feels so good. His terrifying cobra tattoo is buried in my large breasts that flatten the fury into calm. His skin is so white I squeeze him hard with my warrior woman thighs, kiss him with my cunt lips, tickle him with my clit ring. My cobra tattoo seems to reflect on his skin like we are one – like his hard cock in my cunt – one.
The End
Release
The only time that I see PROPER women is when I look out over the wall. I’m just finishing off a prison sentence of eight years at HMP Lowbridge. I’m single male aged 31 with no family, and because of this, I don’t get visits from anyone. Each day I sit at my window watching cars and buses stopping outside, and visitors for other inmates arrive and depart. At 12.45pm from Monday to Friday I see a bus arrive and a woman is always sitting at the back next to the window. She has become my fantasy and I dream of how I’ll meet her one-day, and have lots of fun, sex and more fun. Eventually I got to meet her and this is how I met RUTH.
One day I waved at her and she tentatively waved back. This went on for a few weeks, until one day I was called to the wing office and told to go to the Probation office in the admin. block. When I got there I was called in to see the S.P.O. in charge and was informed that a certain Ms. R. Crawford had made enquiries. I was told that she would come to see me on the next Saturday, so I had to be dressed in proper clothes for a visit. When I asked who this lady was, I was told the lady from the bus. Now at least I knew the name of the lady whom I’ve been dreaming about.
Saturday came and I was dressed in my best gear, sat at my cell window watching for the bus. I didn’t see her arrive on the bus, my spirits dropped and I lay down on my bed dejectedly. A prison red-band knocked on my cell door and said I’d got a visit. I got up and went to the visits room and signed in. I was given a table number and went and sat down. Sure enough it was my dream lady.
For a few weeks we had Saturday visits and I found out that Ruth was a widow, 46 years old and worked for the council as a clerical officer. She didn’t drink except for an occasional glass of wine and only drove her car at weekends. She enjoyed reading, crosswords and watching TV.
One day I was called over to the probation office and signed a licence for a day release on the following Saturday. When I said I had a visit that day, and I couldn’t go. The officer informed me that I would be going out with my visitor. From 9.00 a.m. to 4.00 p.m.
At a quarter to nine I was at the gate waiting for Ruth. She arrived in her car and off we went. First stop was a café for coffee and to talk about where we were going to go. All of my suggestions were refused on the grounds that Ruth had other ideas.
We went to her place and had a late breakfast. After we had eaten and I was washing up Ruth came and hugged me from behind. I could feel her breasts pushing into my back and I became aroused, so much so, that my cock was pushed down my leg and was trapped between my underpants and trousers. As I pushed backwards to try and ease myself Ruth moved her hands to my waist and rubbed my groin area over my trousers. Without drying my hands I turned round and hugged her back. I pushed Ruth away to ease myself and when she saw the state I was in she unfastened my trousers and pulled them down along with my underpants. My cock sprang up and slapped my lower stomach. Seven and a bit inches of hard flesh straining for release. Ruth kissed me full on the mouth our crotches pushing at each other. I pulled her skirt up from the back and found that Ruth didn’t have tights or stockings on. Her knickers were tight over her backside, as if they had been moulded on. My hands went to her waistband of her knickers and slid down the inside feeling the firm flesh of her buttocks. Ruth pulled away, grabbed my hand and dragged me into the sitting room. She pushed me onto the couch then knelt at my feet. She took my shoes, socks, trousers and underpants off, and then she unfastened my shirt from the bottom up and then removed it. When I was nude, Ruth stood up and proceeded to disrobe. First her jumper, then her white bra, then her shoes, her skirt and, finally, slowly, her knickers. Nude, her body was stupendous to look at. Her breasts were globular with an engorged nipple with a reddish-brown ring. When she stood upright and I saw her fanny, it was freshly shaven. Her fanny lips were swollen closed, or maybe because of the way she was stood, I don’t know. As I reached for her, she slapped my hands down. Ruth then dropped to her knees and used her hands to rub my cock and balls. She then proceeded to move her head closer to my cock. Her tongue came out and licked the full length of my shaft. I groaned with pleasure at this feeling coursing through me. Ruth pulled back and our eyes met .The desire rampant in her eyes for some all-out SEX.
I reached out and grabbed her, pulled her onto the couch twisting so that she was sitting down and I was kneeling in front of her. I bowed my head onto her tits and sucked each one in turn. I then ran my tongue down her stomach to the top of her fanny lips. The smell of her sex lips was intoxicating. I then lapped at the lips of her fanny. The taste was out of this world, sweet with a hint of saltiness. As I licked her fanny, Ruth’s legs opened wider. Her hands gripped my hair forcing me closer to her core. Her fanny opened up to reveal her clitoris, which I zeroed in on, licking, sucking and nipping with my lips and teeth. Ruth was groaning and telling me to stop, but I just kept on and on. After five or six minutes of this oral treatment to her fanny, Ruth ’s legs clamped on my head and her hands jammed my head onto her fanny. She came two or three times, one after the other.
When she had relaxed enough for me to get my breath back, I sat back on my heels looking at this beautiful nude lady. My cock was showing signs that I was also close to coming. With out saying anything, I spread her legs and pulled her closer to the edge of the couch, put the head of my cock between her wet fanny lips and pushed it in as far as it would go. When it went in as far as possible, I moved my hips in a circular motion, whilst letting my cock soak on her fanny juices. I slowly withdrew until I almost slipped out, then pushed it back in. I kept this pace for a minute or two until I felt myself on the brink of coming, then I really rammed it in and out until I felt my spunk shoot deep inside her fanny. As I was coming, Ruth’s fanny muscles were playing on my prick with clenching and loosening. I didn’t realise it at the time but Ruth was also having an orgasm.
We lay there locked together, neither, moving or speaking. My shrinking cock still embedded in her fanny. It was only when the position became uncomfortable that we parted. Ruth was sprawled on the couch and I sat on the floor looking up between her legs at her glistening fanny, which showed evidence of the first fuck. We made eye contact, and the message I received was one of thanks and praise. Once a month we had town visits and it was the same enjoyable visit. We went straight to her house and fucked, sucked, licked and kissed.
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As the time of my release came close I applied for jobs and accommodation in the area. Ruth came to see me and said I had somewhere to live. It was her house. The prison and probation were happy with that arrangement. On the day of my release Ruth met me at the gates and took me home. When we arrived we had a bath together then into the bedroom where I knelt in front of Ruth and licked and kissed her fanny. I licked and nibbled until she came, then she fell back onto the bed. Before she got her breath back I was on top of her pushing my cock into her fanny. I rode her hard and fast until I shot my spunk into her love-tunnel. I then rolled onto my left side and gently rubbed her fanny lips until she had another orgasm. After lunch we were tiding up when I caught Ruth bent over. I got a hard-on and pulled her dress over her bum, pulled her knickers to one side and slowly entered her fanny from behind.
As I was screwing her slowly she begged me to do it harder but I ignored her pleas. For half an hour I went at her slowly going in and out of her wet tunnel of love. Ruth had a lot of little orgasms then I really started to fuck her harder and faster until we both came together. I seemed to shoot gallons of spunk into her quivering fanny and I could feel the wetness oozing out over my shrinking cock. We settled into a nice quiet routine together, getting complete satisfaction from each other. After six weeks I got a job in a parcel delivery company and it was unfortunately shift-work. Things went even better when the job paid me my first wage. We went out for dinner and the cinema. Then a walk home. On the way we kept stopping to kiss and cuddle, which meant that it took longer to get home. When we finally reached home I grabbed Ruth in the hallway and hitched her dress up, turned her around, yanked her knickers down and fucked her harder than I’d ever fucked her before. When we both had come and Ruth’s legs gave out I laid her on the floor, pushed her dress up to her neck and started to suck on her tits, then down to her fanny. As I was licking and sucking her, I pushed two fingers into her love-tunnel. Soon I had three fingers inside her. I finger-fucked and sucked her clit, until she flooded my hand and mouth with her love juices. We got up and went in to the sitting room and flopped down on the couch. I half turned towards Ruth and declared my love for her. It made her cry. The tears were tears of joy as she hugged me and told me that she loved me.
I found out all about Ruth and her family. All that was left that is, one sister and her aunt and uncle who lived at the other side of the country from us and that they saw each other twice a year, Summer and Christmas holidays. We bought each other little presents and love cards and left them for each other to find. One day I got a man’s top shelf magazine from Ruth, and it was full of stories, pictures and advertisements for different sex aids and toys. One advert showed the address of a shop in town where all these things were available from. A few days later after I’d finished work at 2pm; I went and had a look around the shop. I spent quite a lot of my savings buying toys, videos and books. Ruth and I had great fun playing with the toys. She loved her twisting vibrating dildo. When I brought out the triple headed vibrator and used that on her fanny and bum she went into wild paroxysms of passionate orgasms. While watching a lesbian video Ruth was stunned when they used a strap on dildo that looked like a real prick. I threatened her that I would buy one of those and strap it on backwards so that everywhere she went the dildo would be filling her cunt. She swore that if I bought one she would use it on me. One of the videos showed a threesome and it was one girl and twin brothers and they used every hole at least twice and the positions they got into left nothing to the imagination. I expressed a wish that the threesome was two girls and one boy and Ruth called me a pervert. I argued back that with two girls a man could have more fun and give more pleasure to the girls than two men would to one girl. I was still called a pervert and Ruth let slip about her boarding school and one of the girls there who fancied Ruth and kept propositioning her to have sex with her, until she agreed to spend a weekend at her house. Over the weekend Ruth lost her cheery and had a lot of fun
One evening when Ruth came home from work I had done us a proper meal, with wine and all the trimmings. When she came in the door I helped her off with her coat then handed her a glass of wine. I carried her upstairs into the bedroom where I undressed her then took her into the bathroom and put her in the bath, I left her to soak while I went into the bedroom to get undressed. I returned to the bathroom and joined Ruth in the bath. For the next hour we caressed each other and slowly I pushed my cock into her fanny. While we were joined I reached over to the hand basin and pulled the towel to the floor to reveal another bottle of wine. After the wine was finished and the water had got cold we dried each other and went and put on our pyjamas and went down to our meal. We talked over the day’s events. As it was my long weekend off, Thursday night until Monday night, we talked about going away for the weekend.
We went to a country hotel set in very large grounds. Our room had it’s own bathroom and mini bar. That night we made love slowly and lovingly. Next morning we were up and dressed just as the sun was rising. Before breakfast we went and walked in the grounds holding each other around the waist, occasionally caressing each other’s bum. Over breakfast we shared a table with an older couple and talked about what we were going to do that day. The other couple, John and Pat, were on their second honeymoon. We fibbed and said that we were on our first. That started our friendship for a long time to come. When we got back to our room I asked Ruth to marry me and she said yes. We celebrated by screwing each other in every position known to man and woman. After lunch we went out horse riding with Pat and John. The motion of the horse aroused Ruth and as we rode side by side she told me that she needed a good fuck, really long and hard fuck.
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