This post will not be for everyone....several of my posts lately have had that same effect....but it is well-meaning and as honest as I know how to be. I suppose you might call this my own credo of sexual conduct, my own look at what I like, what I offer and what I want. These are not set in stone and there is always crossover. But I feel reasonably confident here.
1. I treat a woman with respect first. Always first. Nothing can happen unless this is in play.
2. Her comfort level with me is always paramount. Once she knows she is in a good place, she can and just might offer you anything.
3. We need to understand each other in a open forum on everything....not just fucking.
4. I must be aware of what she is experiencing with me as much as humanly possible.
5. I want to improve my love and sex techniques as the opportunity will allow.
6. She has to tell me what she wants in some way on occasion. I gave up mindreading a long time ago.
7. Anticipating some of those needs is a slightly different creature. Many women have that traditional sense of desiring a man who can lead the way for a while.
8. We must be willing to try anything reasonable agreed upon in the bedroom and out of it.
9. If I want good, strong fucking, I need to be a strong example for her to respond to me. If I cannot for the moment, I need to say so....it really is a partnership, this sex thing.
10. Take it all as it comes. Planning the moment is great; being IN the moment itself takes patience and improvisation. Not every woman can suck my cock in the way I like unless I can tell her how I do like it. Conversely, if she likes it rough and I'm being too gentle, she needs to feel the freedom to tell me so.
11. Good women in this realm need to be cultivated. There aren't many, and the prize of it all will reward you forever. Again, if she knows that you have her best interests at heart, you can be her master, her partner, whatever you both enjoy...and vice versa.
12. I want to be able to say what I want to say in bed and know that it will be taken in the fun, lustful way it is meant. Words are just that.....words. It's the intent behind them that is much more important. A great little slut or whore or hot bitch is one of the highest compliments I can give you when my sword is drawn. Language is a vastly underrated part of the sexual realm.
A start. But a good one, I think. I will add to and refine these as time goes by.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
From The Wars
Fearless as I am.....
It was a Sunday morning in January 2003. I had joined a telephone dating service that many of you know, I'm pretty sure. My second phone call affected me to this day...strap it in, folks, here we go....
Her name was Amy. She was a lawyer in the South Loop area in downtown Chicago. She was bright, smart and fun. We talked for a few minutes and then she came out with "So Ron....what do you like in bed?" Oh hell yes....I wanted to make sure that I wasn't being set up or anything, so I said the first erotic, hot thing I could think of: "Well Amy....I'd really love to pull out my cock and fuck you hard in the mouth. One of my favorite things." To my utter surprise: "Oh fuck, I LOVE that!" And we were off.... talking about every possible thing sexual. We were on the phone for about half an hour. Almost getting to phone sex, when she said "Ron...I have this fantasy...." All right, Amy, tell me about it.... "It's my husband's fantasy...."
Husband....Okay....a new wrinkle....I stayed calm... "Okay, honey....where's your husband?" "Oh, he's sitting here with me...."
I paused, determined to get into this but wary of how it's been presented to me.... "All right, Amy, talk to me. What are you looking for?"
"Well, Ron...we're trying to find someone to fuck me while Steve is tied up in a chair, watching."
Steve wants to be tied up. Okay. Now I'm really curious. "It's something he's always talked about and we finally said okay, let's do this."
We talked for a few minutes more and yes....we set a date for the following Thursday. I was doing a play at the time and they had to clear out their schedules...both of them had a small law practice downtown that they shared. Thursday it was. Clear, icy day in January, remember. Sun was just beaming down. Still a bit wary, I knocked on the door of their townhouse on the northside.
The door opened. "RON!! Hi, come on in!" Amy was an absolutely beautiful woman. Around 40. Red hair, about 5'2". Great body. Intelligent and aware of the situation. She took my coat and we sat down and talked a bit. Finally she said "Steve is in the bedroom, and I'm ready for this, how about you?" I boldly took her waist, drew her to me and joked "Let's go, baby". She chuckled...
Steve was in an armchair, already tied up with rope and little bits of ribbon on his wrists and his ankles. He was fully clothed and had a handkerchief gag tied to his mouth. He nodded when I walked in. Amy and I laid down on the bed and felt each other out. Wanting to make sure that this was what she...what they wanted. Some soft conversation. Kissing and cuddling. Steve was just riveted to what he was watching. Amy caught his eye as she said to me "Okay Ron, I'm ready." And she got out of bed, removing her clothes. I took her cue and did the same.
This woman....Oh Jesus....she got back in the bed on her knees and massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples....To this day, I've never seen the length of nipples on any woman that she had -- they proudly jutted out nearly one inch. You could hang things on them, they were that strong and fierce. I threw her back on the bed, wanting to enjoy this woman as much as time would allow. She deeply enjoyed just being taken, so that's what I did.I clutched her thick hair in my hand and kissed her face. Her forehead. Her ears and behind, yanking her hair as I pleased, and she was eating it all up...."OHFUCK....STEVE, YOUSEETHIS, STEVE???" I shoved my tongue into her mouth, which surprised her for some reason. I kissed and Frenched her with intense passion....she smelled like pine needles, believe it or not, and I reasoned that there was some sachet in the bedroom somewhere. She was vocal and noisy and I'm immediately thinking "Why this guy? Why not me?" I worked my way down the nape of her neck to her breasts....those damned nipples were hard as steel, I swear to you.... And Amy was revelling in each move, occasionally crying out with her husband's name, making sure, it seemed, that he was not being left out. I was pretty physical and even a bit rough with her tits, but the more I did so, the more she got into it and actually began to orgasm from such treatment. Again I thought "Why doesn't this man do this for her???" As I enjoy myself, I slapped her tits around as I did what I wanted with them. More and more noise, hotter and more profane now. I started nibbling and biting on her tits and worked my way down to her stomach, not letting up one bit. Then all the way across her waistline. Finally to her pubic bone....where I stopped. Amy looked at me hesitantly. I grabbed an ankle and an arm and briskly turned her over. She hiked her ass into the air. I slapped it hard, really hard. She screamed in lust and I shoved her back down on the bed. I pinned her with my own body, lifting her hair from the back of her neck.....and I began again that same lusty trail from her neck downward. Onto her shoulders, being firm and constant in my attention. My right hand pushed her face, her head into her pillow and she loved it, every moment. I got to the small of her back and lingered there a while, right above her ass. I slapped it again -- THWACK!! I started biting it and kneading it and spread her cheeks, tonguing her opening...."OHSHIT! I'VE NEVER FELT THAT!!!" And fortunately for me....it made her cum AGAIN. Wow, this man Steve had no idea what he had in Amy, a fucking little tiger.... Again I grabbed a thigh and an arm and roughly turned her over again....I wanted some of that pussy, which was already wet and soaked the comforter on top of the bed. I hiked her legs over my shoulders.....I thrust my face into that waiting promise.... and you would have thought that heaven had opened up....Literally within seconds of me flicking her clit, using both sides of my tongue to make her feel it harshly.....
"OOOHHHHHOOOHHHHOOHHHFFFFUUCCCKKKK!!!!"
A rapid torrent of Amyjuice got me so quickly, I choked a bit and laughed. Not moving myself at all and continuing my fun. Amy grabbed my head and held on.
Suddenly I hear something behind me. I pulled my face away from her cunt to see.....And it was Steve...... The man was crying. CRYING. All tied in the chair, watching wide-eyed in one moment ..... now he had trails of tears and some labored breathing.....Amy was really surprised. I am a professional actor, my friend, you couldn't make that up. But from her own clouded gaze, she looked at Steve and, not moving it from his eyes, said to me quietly:"Please don't stop now."
So I did it. Threw myself back into her pussy with abandon. She held on and kept cumming and cumming for a good ten minutes or so. Frankly I was pretty proud of myself. And Steve, well....he was bawling like a young boy. I had to stop. She got up out of bed after recovering, as I grabbed my clothes and went to the living room. I put my clothes on and waited on the couch for her to come out.
A few minutes later, Amy came out with a man's shirt on. "Oh my God, Ron.....I honestly had no idea that was going to happen. I am so sorry." I said to her "How could you know, Amy? Maybe Steve got a little more than he bargained for. In any case, Amy, I think it's probably best that I just go home." She nodded and got my coat. She walked me to the door. When we got there, she turned me around and kissed me. Licking my face of her taste. It was hot and nice. As we broke, she said "You know, Ron.... When he said he wanted this, I was pretty skeptical. Now....well, I think I wanted it more than HE did!" We hugged and I whispered in her ear "Amy, you just take care of yourself." She said right back "My God, what a fun time we could have had." I kissed her forehead and left.
Now I'm not sure exactly what happened.... There may have been another agenda there to which I was not privy. And I never saw Amy or Steve again.... All I can tell you is that it began an enjoyable experience on the phone line with lovers and friends of all kinds. Which eventually led me to blogging and to you....:)
It was a Sunday morning in January 2003. I had joined a telephone dating service that many of you know, I'm pretty sure. My second phone call affected me to this day...strap it in, folks, here we go....
Her name was Amy. She was a lawyer in the South Loop area in downtown Chicago. She was bright, smart and fun. We talked for a few minutes and then she came out with "So Ron....what do you like in bed?" Oh hell yes....I wanted to make sure that I wasn't being set up or anything, so I said the first erotic, hot thing I could think of: "Well Amy....I'd really love to pull out my cock and fuck you hard in the mouth. One of my favorite things." To my utter surprise: "Oh fuck, I LOVE that!" And we were off.... talking about every possible thing sexual. We were on the phone for about half an hour. Almost getting to phone sex, when she said "Ron...I have this fantasy...." All right, Amy, tell me about it.... "It's my husband's fantasy...."
Husband....Okay....a new wrinkle....I stayed calm... "Okay, honey....where's your husband?" "Oh, he's sitting here with me...."
I paused, determined to get into this but wary of how it's been presented to me.... "All right, Amy, talk to me. What are you looking for?"
"Well, Ron...we're trying to find someone to fuck me while Steve is tied up in a chair, watching."
Steve wants to be tied up. Okay. Now I'm really curious. "It's something he's always talked about and we finally said okay, let's do this."
We talked for a few minutes more and yes....we set a date for the following Thursday. I was doing a play at the time and they had to clear out their schedules...both of them had a small law practice downtown that they shared. Thursday it was. Clear, icy day in January, remember. Sun was just beaming down. Still a bit wary, I knocked on the door of their townhouse on the northside.
The door opened. "RON!! Hi, come on in!" Amy was an absolutely beautiful woman. Around 40. Red hair, about 5'2". Great body. Intelligent and aware of the situation. She took my coat and we sat down and talked a bit. Finally she said "Steve is in the bedroom, and I'm ready for this, how about you?" I boldly took her waist, drew her to me and joked "Let's go, baby". She chuckled...
Steve was in an armchair, already tied up with rope and little bits of ribbon on his wrists and his ankles. He was fully clothed and had a handkerchief gag tied to his mouth. He nodded when I walked in. Amy and I laid down on the bed and felt each other out. Wanting to make sure that this was what she...what they wanted. Some soft conversation. Kissing and cuddling. Steve was just riveted to what he was watching. Amy caught his eye as she said to me "Okay Ron, I'm ready." And she got out of bed, removing her clothes. I took her cue and did the same.
This woman....Oh Jesus....she got back in the bed on her knees and massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples....To this day, I've never seen the length of nipples on any woman that she had -- they proudly jutted out nearly one inch. You could hang things on them, they were that strong and fierce. I threw her back on the bed, wanting to enjoy this woman as much as time would allow. She deeply enjoyed just being taken, so that's what I did.I clutched her thick hair in my hand and kissed her face. Her forehead. Her ears and behind, yanking her hair as I pleased, and she was eating it all up...."OHFUCK....STEVE, YOUSEETHIS, STEVE???" I shoved my tongue into her mouth, which surprised her for some reason. I kissed and Frenched her with intense passion....she smelled like pine needles, believe it or not, and I reasoned that there was some sachet in the bedroom somewhere. She was vocal and noisy and I'm immediately thinking "Why this guy? Why not me?" I worked my way down the nape of her neck to her breasts....those damned nipples were hard as steel, I swear to you.... And Amy was revelling in each move, occasionally crying out with her husband's name, making sure, it seemed, that he was not being left out. I was pretty physical and even a bit rough with her tits, but the more I did so, the more she got into it and actually began to orgasm from such treatment. Again I thought "Why doesn't this man do this for her???" As I enjoy myself, I slapped her tits around as I did what I wanted with them. More and more noise, hotter and more profane now. I started nibbling and biting on her tits and worked my way down to her stomach, not letting up one bit. Then all the way across her waistline. Finally to her pubic bone....where I stopped. Amy looked at me hesitantly. I grabbed an ankle and an arm and briskly turned her over. She hiked her ass into the air. I slapped it hard, really hard. She screamed in lust and I shoved her back down on the bed. I pinned her with my own body, lifting her hair from the back of her neck.....and I began again that same lusty trail from her neck downward. Onto her shoulders, being firm and constant in my attention. My right hand pushed her face, her head into her pillow and she loved it, every moment. I got to the small of her back and lingered there a while, right above her ass. I slapped it again -- THWACK!! I started biting it and kneading it and spread her cheeks, tonguing her opening...."OHSHIT! I'VE NEVER FELT THAT!!!" And fortunately for me....it made her cum AGAIN. Wow, this man Steve had no idea what he had in Amy, a fucking little tiger.... Again I grabbed a thigh and an arm and roughly turned her over again....I wanted some of that pussy, which was already wet and soaked the comforter on top of the bed. I hiked her legs over my shoulders.....I thrust my face into that waiting promise.... and you would have thought that heaven had opened up....Literally within seconds of me flicking her clit, using both sides of my tongue to make her feel it harshly.....
"OOOHHHHHOOOHHHHOOHHHFFFFUUCCCKKKK!!!!"
A rapid torrent of Amyjuice got me so quickly, I choked a bit and laughed. Not moving myself at all and continuing my fun. Amy grabbed my head and held on.
Suddenly I hear something behind me. I pulled my face away from her cunt to see.....And it was Steve...... The man was crying. CRYING. All tied in the chair, watching wide-eyed in one moment ..... now he had trails of tears and some labored breathing.....Amy was really surprised. I am a professional actor, my friend, you couldn't make that up. But from her own clouded gaze, she looked at Steve and, not moving it from his eyes, said to me quietly:"Please don't stop now."
So I did it. Threw myself back into her pussy with abandon. She held on and kept cumming and cumming for a good ten minutes or so. Frankly I was pretty proud of myself. And Steve, well....he was bawling like a young boy. I had to stop. She got up out of bed after recovering, as I grabbed my clothes and went to the living room. I put my clothes on and waited on the couch for her to come out.
A few minutes later, Amy came out with a man's shirt on. "Oh my God, Ron.....I honestly had no idea that was going to happen. I am so sorry." I said to her "How could you know, Amy? Maybe Steve got a little more than he bargained for. In any case, Amy, I think it's probably best that I just go home." She nodded and got my coat. She walked me to the door. When we got there, she turned me around and kissed me. Licking my face of her taste. It was hot and nice. As we broke, she said "You know, Ron.... When he said he wanted this, I was pretty skeptical. Now....well, I think I wanted it more than HE did!" We hugged and I whispered in her ear "Amy, you just take care of yourself." She said right back "My God, what a fun time we could have had." I kissed her forehead and left.
Now I'm not sure exactly what happened.... There may have been another agenda there to which I was not privy. And I never saw Amy or Steve again.... All I can tell you is that it began an enjoyable experience on the phone line with lovers and friends of all kinds. Which eventually led me to blogging and to you....:)
Friday, August 15, 2008
Angry...And It Ain't About Sex...
...So listen up, if you would allow me to share. Many of you have heard lots of platitudes from this chair, all meant earnestly and a few taken seriously...I thank you for that. One of those that I live by is this: There are times when we all have to take care of each other, because it's the right thing to do. You invest in others, it will come back....Too many times in my own life, that has happened, and I am personally thankful. Maybe because I HAVE lived in my car. I HAVE been without a place to go. I HAVE experienced not eating during a day's time in my life. And this is not about me, so hold your drawers until you hear me out.
Two words: Katrina survives.
The folks on the Gulf Coast still fight to live, still fight to survive, still fight to keep themselves moving forward....still fight. And one wonders how. There are STILL people....three fucking years later....who have no home. No electricity. No jobs. None, zero, empty, nada. In THIS country...the richest to ever see the earth in its green, its blue, its brown, black, yellow, white colors...For any of this to happen at all, let alone continue...I am absolutely ashamed and angry. According to what I saw today, 43%....nearly HALF, folks ... of people who were displaced by the August 2005 hurricane remain in that same state of limbo. There are babies born who have never had a home. There are children who don't know what it's like to sleep in their own beds at night. There are parents who have not been able to get back to work, because the displacement also got rid of employers. There are jobs that will never be regained all along the Coast itself. There are families who -- three fucking years later -- have yet to be reunited.
I personally have never seen a local, state or federal official stand up and share with the world what they did wrong and what they have tried to do to prevent such a catastrophic reaction to such a large-scale emergency happen again. None. And so much of the time we sit back and say to ourselves...."It's not MY job..."
Well....goddammit....YES IT IS.
And this administration sits by and does....??? Eventually it all comes back to politics. I know that unless someone out here has found a senator with a great big cock, or an official with a pussy that can talk to you....that no one wants to talk about politics. And I recognize that...what we do for each other is a release, a sharing, an escape from judgment. But on issues like these, where those who need more are totally ignored, it seems...well, something, somewhere in our lives has to change. Even on a small, let-me-help-this-guy level....Street people and the invisible homeless are NOT the same thing. And we are aware enough in our lives to see the difference. We are NOT stupid. What we are is apathetic. A major rule of life these days: People HATE change....If it doesn't affect us in OUR wallets, OUR families, OUR backyards, then it's happening to someone else. The middle class has disappeared; there seems to be only two now -- rich and poor...and the line on the poor is getting higher every day. Do you know, folks, that until the beginning of this year, the Federal minimum wage in the US was $5.15? And it stayed at that level for nearly 11 YEARS!!! Do some math for yourselves... So you see, what I refer to here was not some heavy thunderstorm. Hurricane Katrina literally changed the way we live our lives. And not in a good way.
If I started a drive to get a donation well of some kind among us, would you be interested? Drop me a line...you see my e-mail address on my profile. I appreciate the fact that you listened this far. I could use suggestion here. I'll be more than happy to coordinate anything. I'll create a new blog for you all to write to... I'll gather some resources in your town if you don't want to do it... You get to a point in life where you simply need to be proactive for yourself. And for your friends in trouble. And yes...for people you don't even know. Please talk to me. Even if you don't agree with any of this, I will respect you for reacting. But somewhere along the way...
...We all have to take care of each other.
Two words: Katrina survives.
The folks on the Gulf Coast still fight to live, still fight to survive, still fight to keep themselves moving forward....still fight. And one wonders how. There are STILL people....three fucking years later....who have no home. No electricity. No jobs. None, zero, empty, nada. In THIS country...the richest to ever see the earth in its green, its blue, its brown, black, yellow, white colors...For any of this to happen at all, let alone continue...I am absolutely ashamed and angry. According to what I saw today, 43%....nearly HALF, folks ... of people who were displaced by the August 2005 hurricane remain in that same state of limbo. There are babies born who have never had a home. There are children who don't know what it's like to sleep in their own beds at night. There are parents who have not been able to get back to work, because the displacement also got rid of employers. There are jobs that will never be regained all along the Coast itself. There are families who -- three fucking years later -- have yet to be reunited.
I personally have never seen a local, state or federal official stand up and share with the world what they did wrong and what they have tried to do to prevent such a catastrophic reaction to such a large-scale emergency happen again. None. And so much of the time we sit back and say to ourselves...."It's not MY job..."
Well....goddammit....YES IT IS.
And this administration sits by and does....??? Eventually it all comes back to politics. I know that unless someone out here has found a senator with a great big cock, or an official with a pussy that can talk to you....that no one wants to talk about politics. And I recognize that...what we do for each other is a release, a sharing, an escape from judgment. But on issues like these, where those who need more are totally ignored, it seems...well, something, somewhere in our lives has to change. Even on a small, let-me-help-this-guy level....Street people and the invisible homeless are NOT the same thing. And we are aware enough in our lives to see the difference. We are NOT stupid. What we are is apathetic. A major rule of life these days: People HATE change....If it doesn't affect us in OUR wallets, OUR families, OUR backyards, then it's happening to someone else. The middle class has disappeared; there seems to be only two now -- rich and poor...and the line on the poor is getting higher every day. Do you know, folks, that until the beginning of this year, the Federal minimum wage in the US was $5.15? And it stayed at that level for nearly 11 YEARS!!! Do some math for yourselves... So you see, what I refer to here was not some heavy thunderstorm. Hurricane Katrina literally changed the way we live our lives. And not in a good way.
If I started a drive to get a donation well of some kind among us, would you be interested? Drop me a line...you see my e-mail address on my profile. I appreciate the fact that you listened this far. I could use suggestion here. I'll be more than happy to coordinate anything. I'll create a new blog for you all to write to... I'll gather some resources in your town if you don't want to do it... You get to a point in life where you simply need to be proactive for yourself. And for your friends in trouble. And yes...for people you don't even know. Please talk to me. Even if you don't agree with any of this, I will respect you for reacting. But somewhere along the way...
...We all have to take care of each other.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
The Harem -- The Cheating Wife
"Fuck this woman, Ron. Fuck her good and loud and mean it. Put her legs behind her head
and take that pussy in your mouth. Make her take your cum into her mouth as much as possible. She is a fucking fuckwhore. And she just loves it..." That's what her friend Jules told me. Hot, refreshing words, really.... I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I don't just want some pussy, Jules. I want someone who gets it, who gets me." "Let me continue, Ron..." she said, taking a long sip of her glass of wine. "She is also intelligent and aware of life. She loves people, loves being available to them, loves to get involved. She is accomplished and streetsmart and lots of other things." Now it started to have potential.
Topped off with..."And...she loves to fuck." Now...if only a woman like that was....well, that was another story.
It was an early autumn day, filled with sunlight and seascape. The idea that the Cheating Wife had was a wonderfully hot, interesting one, saturated with the possibility of providing a memorable experience...and who knew...maybe one to repeat under different circumstances. Jules and her buddy Nick would provide the resort opportunity. It was my job to pick up CW and take her to where we were going. She had been able to free up a couple of days for herself, and she needed it badly. What a woman this was. Fiery red hair that capped a mind full of wonder and resourceful energy. A body to just fucking pound on, whether you were man or woman. An attitude dripping a sexual aura that anyone would love to own. I personally had known only a couple of women like this. For me, this was suddenly a holiday.
We met at the appointed restaurant. CW had a bag packed; she wore a bright red top, some jeans and heels...that casual/trashy look that I just loved in women who could look good that way. And fuck, she surely did. I parked quickly. CW came running to me, carelessly leaving her bag behind at the door for a moment. "Oh my God, RON!!!" She threw herself at me and enveloped me in her womanness. Great tits, pure and simple. Firm and round and comfortable against my chest. We both held each other, laughing impulsively. I grabbed her ass and slapped it a good one. She giggled like a schoolgirl. "You look fabulous, honey. How are you?" "Better now, Ron" she smiled. "I can't believe I'm doing this. What did Jules tell you about me?" "Well, this is gonna be a good time. And if you don't like it, don't worry, we'll find our own place for the night." "Sounds good to me! Lemme buy you a drink, honey." So we went inside for a couple of minutes and relaxed. We were in no damned hurry. I was helping her satisfy a fantasy, after all. And she was....well, a new friend with a kindred spirit. A half-hour of drinks and flirting and out-and-out groping later, we were in the car on the way to the airport.
"Okay, now tell me, dammit. Where are we going???" "When we get to the airport, you'll see. You'll be so jazzed, you'll cum all over me." She chuckled. "Ron....you're all right. I was nervous about this...but you're quite charming. And that head...." She reached up and patted my shaven head...."Oh, God. Smooth." "Well, unless you want a rough ride between your legs, I figured I should be all clean." "Don't you worry, I can take it. Give it to me any way you want." Now it was my turn to laugh. "Your wish...." We got to the counter. Checked our bags. Show our IDs. And then the attendant blew it. "Enjoy the flight. I always wanted to go to Key West..." The Cheating Wife jumped up and down. "NO! We're going to Key West?? I've never been there!!! Fuck YES!!!" And she jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around me as I carried her laughing and swaying to the security walk. We got through all of that, and the entire walk to the gate, CW would not let go of my arm. Frankly, it was a nice feeling.
A two-hour flight. During the flight, I decided that my fun would begin as soon as I could get her in a seat. As we took off, I said to her quietly "Grab the blanket there." "Nah, it's much too hot..." I stared at her. "CW, grab...the...blanket." She needed no more prompting. She put it over her lap. "Now....undo your fly." No hesitation. She unbuckled her jeans and zipped down to the bottom. I put one arm around her and the other under the blanket. I slipped two meaty fingers into her cunt....she was already wet and smooth, so there was no effort at all. I whispered in her ear "I am gonna make you cum in 30 seconds. You just stay in my eyes. Understand?" "I dare you, you fucker..." she said with a smile in her voice. The gauntlet had been thrown. I spread her wetness all over everything I could touch. I said to her "Ready?" CW nodded. "Make me cum, Ron." I put my thumb on her clit, a nice thick one. I started rubbing my fingers on her G-spot and manipulating her button at the same time. A woman this exciting, this excited, couldn't fail to cum in a hurry. And under her breath -- a very difficult thing to do -- she labored.... "oh, you son of a bitch....ohfuck...ohmygod....ohfuckme....fuck....!" We got closer than I wanted when the stewardess strolled up. "Would you like something --" She looked down and saw my moving hand -- to drink?" Straight to CW, whose face was flushed, who couldn't say a word. And a remarkable thing happened. The stewardess turned around and scooted as closely to CW as possible....She recognized what was happening and tried to cover the event....and CW let it go. "OhgodohgodoooohhhhhOOOHHHH!!!" She buckled in her seat on this full plane, and the stewardess was IN on it! CW kept a nice roll going and broke out into a wet glow. "FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!" As much under her breath as she could hold it.... When she finally came down, all flushed and sweating, the stewardess leaned down to her. "I just did this two days ago....Be careful." And she winked at both of us. I pulled my hand and she rapidly took it, sucking her self off my fingers. Nibbling, biting. And totally wanting. This was gonna be a trip....
Touchdown. Car rental. Two-hour drive. In the car, I made her jerk off for the truckers that drove by….she absolutely ate it up. Once she pulled the dildo out of her purse (how did THAT go with security at the airport?) and simply took her jeans off. She pushed aside everything and spread her legs. When I pulled up beside a semitruck for Jimmy Dean, she stuck one leg out the window and furiously fucked herself for this trucker. And I made sure he got a good look, too. Fucked herself hard, just how I like it. When she orgasmed, she screamed a bit….this may have been a first for her as well, such an open display of rawness. And the trucker pulled on his horn from above. When she finished, we both waved and moved on. THAT was hot.
We finally arrived at the Crowne Plaza and checked in. To be frank, after the flight and the drive, we were pretty well spent. CW called Jules to let her know we were gonna take some time to relax and recover…it was only 1:00 PM…we had lots of time and the next day to discover each other. So I sat down, ordered some small room service snack for us to share, and CW went to the shower….Oh, yes, I wanted her badly, and it was all I could do to not enter that shower with her. But I needed some time of my own…that happens when one gets a bit older….and it bugged me to fucking death. I wanted to be at my peak for this magical woman, so I refrained. As she came out, she looked at me, a bit disappointed: “Why didn’t you come in? There was plenty of room….” I was honest with her. “CW, I want to be at my best when I fuck you. And fuck you. Call it vanity, if you like. I call it self-preservation.” She laughed heartily. “You don’t think I know what kind of a man you are?” She reached out in her glorious nakedness and pinched my nipples….not shy, this one. And I loved it. “Don’t you worry” she said quietly. “We’ll take care of each other.” And she gave me a kiss on my forehead. I went in to take my own shower.
It felt good….when I came out, the room service had arrived and CW was on the bed, once again masturbating. God, I loved that….just do it when you feel it, wherever you are. She saw me and through the haze in her eyes said “Suck on me. Please suck on my pussy.” I easily slipped down and threw her legs on either shoulder. I stuck my tongue out and, starting at the ‘tweener, I licked upward like a dog who was really hungry. She squealed “OHFUCK…..feels like sandpaper that way….FUCK!” I expertly flicked my tongue on her labia, nice and fleshy and ready for play. I nibbled and tongued my way upward until I got to her clit. I placed it in my mouth and began small clockwise circles on it, driving her to a new place…. “DAMN, Ron, you do know… how…to suck my cunt….ohmygod….fuck yes…” When I changed direction and circled the other way, that did it for her… “OHMYGODRON….JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST…. OHSHITTHAT’SGOOD….OHHHHYESS……YOUFUCKER, YES….OHHHH!!!” And she started cumming on my face right then and there. I kept myself down there and when she eased her spasm, I used my tongue as a baby cock and tonguefucked her, slamming my face into her hard. I wasn’t being nice, but I wanted to give her something special; she was that kind of woman. After doing that for a while, I clamped my mouth back onto her clit. Moving around it expertly and changing speeds as I went. And it was working for her. She started slapping my head like a bongo drum, it turned her on so much. And once she was talking, it was a nice, steady stream…. “GODYESRON…. OHFUCKYES….THAT’SSOFUCKINGOHHHHHHFUCK…..
FUCKYESFUCK….. GODTHATFEELSGOOD….MAKEMECUMMAKEMECUM……OHMYGOD…YES…. YESSSSS……YYYEEEEEESSSSS!!!!” And at the ready of her next orgasm, I began to hum on her clit…one of my favorite things to do to a woman…. it’s like a human vibrator. And she absolutely reveled in it….Oh my god, this woman….fuck yes…
I ate her out for probably fifteen, twenty minutes. Awaiting the time to come. The next day or so would prove memorable for all.
It finally came to meeting for dinner. We met in one of the hotel restaurants. Jules and CW started hugging and kissing and saying things like ‘oh my god are we really doing this’. Nick and I shook hands and made small talk for the moment while they caught up. We all finally sat down and ordered dinner. Kind of a feeling-out period. Nick had never met CW and he made no attempt to hide his pleasure… “Jules, you were right… she is a gorgeous woman!” Jules said “I never lie. If I can’t tell the truth, I’ll just shut my mouth.” CW: “Talk to me, Nick. Tell me about you.” And so it went. A good couple of hours at dinner, laughing and eating and sharing…just the right thing to start it all off. In the middle of it all, Nick started to chuckle. He was running his hand along CW’s leg – easy access, thanks to the summer dress she wore -- and about half way up, his hand ran into Jules’ hand….both of them having the same thought at the same time. I just burst out laughing at it all…. “Well, I can see where I stand here tonight.” Everyone joined in the laughter, apologies galore, and dinner continued along its merry way.
As we all entered the large suite that Nick had taken care of, the first thing was Jules, immediately taking her clothes off…. “God, thank you, I’ve wanted to do that all fucking night!” CW said “Damn, Jules….at least let’s all get in the door.” CW reached into her purse and pulled out a clear dildo, throwing it over to Jules. “Here…show us. We’ll catch up in a minute.” She reached over to me and said under her breath “Thank you, Ron. Thank you for all this.” I pulled her to me with one arm in the small of her back, holding on firmly while I kissed her. Her lips were pliable and warm, a nice red/copper lipstick decorating their pouty fullness. Those tits pushing against me…Goddamnit, I love that shit. I turned her around to look at Jules, now fucking herself steadily with the dildo, and Nick, who was now naked and stroking his cock. I made CW stand there, and I started taking her clothes off, commanding the other two “Watch this body. Watch what I do to it.” I got down on my knees and put my head under her dress. Starting at her knees, I kissed and nibbed and kneaded my way slowly up to her pussy, now already wet with its hot and dripping down her legs. I rolled her navy blue lace panties down from her torso. She offered a quiet little squeal as I did so and spread her legs while standing there, the panties gathering around her right ankle. “Oh fuck” Nick said, and he went down on Jules, taking the toy from her hands. “Keep watching” I said. CW began a labored breathing… “My fucking goodness, Ron….don’t you stop!” “You really think I’d stop now?”
I pulled upward on the dress and over her head it went easily. The matching bra was next. All this time, CW was so excited, she could hardly stand. I had to put my arm around her waist to hold her up. Expertly I removed the bra with the free hand, releasing those endlessly feminine, exciting breasts for all to see. Her nipples stood out so far and were hard and ready. I kept her heels on her… one of those guys things, you know. I bent her over and put two fingers into her waiting cunt. I found that rough spot that women have and concentrated on it…. I wanted to make her cum while she was standing there…I made her the center of attention. And it didn’t take long… “ohRonoohhhRonyouaresofuckinghotRonohRon….OHHHHH!!!” She started cumming and reached around behind her to hold on to me. “Stay up, honey” I said to her. “You stay on your feet!” “OHMYGOOOOOODDDDDD!!!” Her own cum began to drip down her leg….I LOVED this woman’s reaction in orgasm…so wet…so fucking hot! “Jesus, CW…you really ARE a hot little bitch” Jules said in admiration as Nick kept up a fiery pace on her pussy with his own mouth. When CW was finished, I threw her onto the other bed in the suite – they were side by side – and quickly took off my own clothes.
For the first time in a while, my cock popped right up, ready for action…and why not? Look what he was gonna fuck…
I shoved my cock roughly into CW’s mouth and hopped on it good… “Suck it, CW…Be my little bitch for me. Come on…suck it!” And she did, in spectacular fashion, driving her face into my cock. I shaved it extra smooth just for this occasion, and she absolutely loved it. Grabbing her hair, I fucked her mouth hard and loose, just as I wanted to do… I love it that way. CW came right along with me, seeming to love the fury that I wanted to share with her. Nick had mounted Jules by now and was fucking her good, loosening that cunt up for his own pleasure, while Jules reached across the space between the beds and clutched CW’s hand. When she did that, CW paused for only a moment…smiled at Jules….and resumed the facefuck she was getting. I was really close to cumming, but I wanted to make it last longer, so I pulled out. “Rub your clit, honey. Right now, rub it hard!” She moved her right arm down to her pussy and manipulated herself quickly and lustfully. I shoved my cock into her just as roughly as I did into her mouth. I fucked her hard, then slow, then hard again, changing speeds and listening to her reactions. Once again, in short order, CW began her cum. To her surprise, Jules was cumming at the same time. Both women were very vocal and noisy… a real turn-on for me. Imagine the back and forth of profane exchange here, with their hands still clasped together: “ohgodohgodRonfuckmefuckme….” “godgodgodgod…ohmygod…fuckme…” “Jesusgodgimmethatcock…” “ComeonCWfuckmefuckmeyoubitchCWfuckme…” “Juleslooklooklookwatchmecumhoneywatchmeeeeeee…FFFUUUCCCKKKK!!!” And CW gave me a squishy, noisy cum that suddenly turned into a puddle on the bed…she was squirting while I was fucking her! Fabulous! And these two hot women were squeezing hands together so tight…it was quite a shared experience here. Now Nick was ready to cum. “Bring it over here!” I said hurriedly. “If you’re gonna cum, give it to her. This little whore is ready for anything!” Jules shoved him off and over. “Go, baby, give it to her!” So while I am fucking CW, Nick comes over jerking his cock into the waiting mouth of a woman who was still in the throes of her own gorgeous orgasm. “AHHHHFUUCCCKKK!!!” he cried in relief. As he was cumming, Jules reached under him and brusquely shoved a wet finger up the man’s ass to get to his prostate. As she did so, Nick yelped in pleasure, jerking himself to the side of CW’s face, where the rest of his cum found a home on her. I am frantic now, wanting my own orgasm. When I got there, I let go of CW so only my cock was touching her. And as I am wont to do, I drastically slow down my pace to make the orgasm more intense. “FFFFFUUUUCCCKKKK!!! UNNNNHHH!!! FUCKMMMMEEEEEE!!!!”
I pulled out rapidly, because I needed to see her watch me shooting my cum on her tits, her belly, her cunt. Some of it got on Jules, who expertly slid her hand over and scooped it up. CW was a quivering heap. Cum all over her. A great wet puddle between her legs. She couldn’t move. Every person in the place had seen the promised land….and we had only been in the room for about a half hour.
I sat back on the bed. Nick retreated to the other bed. Believe it or not, we high-fived each other! In the meantime, CW had climbed onto Jules’ face and was grinding her now-loose cunt into her. “JESUS….I always wanted to do this to you, you whore….” Jules just responded with a tighter mouth grip. I watched intently as these two women gave each other the pleasure of friendship AND of sexual lust. My cock suddenly began to spring back to life….so I stroked it. CW was watching me and mouthed wordlessly “Stroke it, baby. For me. Lemme watch!” The closer I got to my own orgasm, the closer she got. We locked eyes and kept our silent seduction going. Fuck yes, this was just what I liked in a woman….this kind of ‘get-there-any-way-you-can” attitude. To my amazement, I shot another load….this woman was really good for my spirit, let me tell you… and CW suddenly grabbed Jules’ hair below her in a frenzied lust: “oooooooOOOOOOHHHHFUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!...YESJUSTLIKETHATMAKE… MAKEMMEEEEECUUUUMMMMM!!!!” And it all dripped down Jules’ cheeks…the familiar noises of gushy orgasm on this slut’s face from another slut…and they both loved it, inwardly wondering why it never happened before….All of us naked. Satiated. We couldn’t keep up this pace; no one could. But damn, we were gonna try…And CW, well….what a great woman…bottle it and sell it straight up. Very few have made me feel that way…
And we both wanted more. The night was still young…:)
and take that pussy in your mouth. Make her take your cum into her mouth as much as possible. She is a fucking fuckwhore. And she just loves it..." That's what her friend Jules told me. Hot, refreshing words, really.... I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I don't just want some pussy, Jules. I want someone who gets it, who gets me." "Let me continue, Ron..." she said, taking a long sip of her glass of wine. "She is also intelligent and aware of life. She loves people, loves being available to them, loves to get involved. She is accomplished and streetsmart and lots of other things." Now it started to have potential.
Topped off with..."And...she loves to fuck." Now...if only a woman like that was....well, that was another story.
It was an early autumn day, filled with sunlight and seascape. The idea that the Cheating Wife had was a wonderfully hot, interesting one, saturated with the possibility of providing a memorable experience...and who knew...maybe one to repeat under different circumstances. Jules and her buddy Nick would provide the resort opportunity. It was my job to pick up CW and take her to where we were going. She had been able to free up a couple of days for herself, and she needed it badly. What a woman this was. Fiery red hair that capped a mind full of wonder and resourceful energy. A body to just fucking pound on, whether you were man or woman. An attitude dripping a sexual aura that anyone would love to own. I personally had known only a couple of women like this. For me, this was suddenly a holiday.
We met at the appointed restaurant. CW had a bag packed; she wore a bright red top, some jeans and heels...that casual/trashy look that I just loved in women who could look good that way. And fuck, she surely did. I parked quickly. CW came running to me, carelessly leaving her bag behind at the door for a moment. "Oh my God, RON!!!" She threw herself at me and enveloped me in her womanness. Great tits, pure and simple. Firm and round and comfortable against my chest. We both held each other, laughing impulsively. I grabbed her ass and slapped it a good one. She giggled like a schoolgirl. "You look fabulous, honey. How are you?" "Better now, Ron" she smiled. "I can't believe I'm doing this. What did Jules tell you about me?" "Well, this is gonna be a good time. And if you don't like it, don't worry, we'll find our own place for the night." "Sounds good to me! Lemme buy you a drink, honey." So we went inside for a couple of minutes and relaxed. We were in no damned hurry. I was helping her satisfy a fantasy, after all. And she was....well, a new friend with a kindred spirit. A half-hour of drinks and flirting and out-and-out groping later, we were in the car on the way to the airport.
"Okay, now tell me, dammit. Where are we going???" "When we get to the airport, you'll see. You'll be so jazzed, you'll cum all over me." She chuckled. "Ron....you're all right. I was nervous about this...but you're quite charming. And that head...." She reached up and patted my shaven head...."Oh, God. Smooth." "Well, unless you want a rough ride between your legs, I figured I should be all clean." "Don't you worry, I can take it. Give it to me any way you want." Now it was my turn to laugh. "Your wish...." We got to the counter. Checked our bags. Show our IDs. And then the attendant blew it. "Enjoy the flight. I always wanted to go to Key West..." The Cheating Wife jumped up and down. "NO! We're going to Key West?? I've never been there!!! Fuck YES!!!" And she jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around me as I carried her laughing and swaying to the security walk. We got through all of that, and the entire walk to the gate, CW would not let go of my arm. Frankly, it was a nice feeling.
A two-hour flight. During the flight, I decided that my fun would begin as soon as I could get her in a seat. As we took off, I said to her quietly "Grab the blanket there." "Nah, it's much too hot..." I stared at her. "CW, grab...the...blanket." She needed no more prompting. She put it over her lap. "Now....undo your fly." No hesitation. She unbuckled her jeans and zipped down to the bottom. I put one arm around her and the other under the blanket. I slipped two meaty fingers into her cunt....she was already wet and smooth, so there was no effort at all. I whispered in her ear "I am gonna make you cum in 30 seconds. You just stay in my eyes. Understand?" "I dare you, you fucker..." she said with a smile in her voice. The gauntlet had been thrown. I spread her wetness all over everything I could touch. I said to her "Ready?" CW nodded. "Make me cum, Ron." I put my thumb on her clit, a nice thick one. I started rubbing my fingers on her G-spot and manipulating her button at the same time. A woman this exciting, this excited, couldn't fail to cum in a hurry. And under her breath -- a very difficult thing to do -- she labored.... "oh, you son of a bitch....ohfuck...ohmygod....ohfuckme....fuck....!" We got closer than I wanted when the stewardess strolled up. "Would you like something --" She looked down and saw my moving hand -- to drink?" Straight to CW, whose face was flushed, who couldn't say a word. And a remarkable thing happened. The stewardess turned around and scooted as closely to CW as possible....She recognized what was happening and tried to cover the event....and CW let it go. "OhgodohgodoooohhhhhOOOHHHH!!!" She buckled in her seat on this full plane, and the stewardess was IN on it! CW kept a nice roll going and broke out into a wet glow. "FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!" As much under her breath as she could hold it.... When she finally came down, all flushed and sweating, the stewardess leaned down to her. "I just did this two days ago....Be careful." And she winked at both of us. I pulled my hand and she rapidly took it, sucking her self off my fingers. Nibbling, biting. And totally wanting. This was gonna be a trip....
Touchdown. Car rental. Two-hour drive. In the car, I made her jerk off for the truckers that drove by….she absolutely ate it up. Once she pulled the dildo out of her purse (how did THAT go with security at the airport?) and simply took her jeans off. She pushed aside everything and spread her legs. When I pulled up beside a semitruck for Jimmy Dean, she stuck one leg out the window and furiously fucked herself for this trucker. And I made sure he got a good look, too. Fucked herself hard, just how I like it. When she orgasmed, she screamed a bit….this may have been a first for her as well, such an open display of rawness. And the trucker pulled on his horn from above. When she finished, we both waved and moved on. THAT was hot.
We finally arrived at the Crowne Plaza and checked in. To be frank, after the flight and the drive, we were pretty well spent. CW called Jules to let her know we were gonna take some time to relax and recover…it was only 1:00 PM…we had lots of time and the next day to discover each other. So I sat down, ordered some small room service snack for us to share, and CW went to the shower….Oh, yes, I wanted her badly, and it was all I could do to not enter that shower with her. But I needed some time of my own…that happens when one gets a bit older….and it bugged me to fucking death. I wanted to be at my peak for this magical woman, so I refrained. As she came out, she looked at me, a bit disappointed: “Why didn’t you come in? There was plenty of room….” I was honest with her. “CW, I want to be at my best when I fuck you. And fuck you. Call it vanity, if you like. I call it self-preservation.” She laughed heartily. “You don’t think I know what kind of a man you are?” She reached out in her glorious nakedness and pinched my nipples….not shy, this one. And I loved it. “Don’t you worry” she said quietly. “We’ll take care of each other.” And she gave me a kiss on my forehead. I went in to take my own shower.
It felt good….when I came out, the room service had arrived and CW was on the bed, once again masturbating. God, I loved that….just do it when you feel it, wherever you are. She saw me and through the haze in her eyes said “Suck on me. Please suck on my pussy.” I easily slipped down and threw her legs on either shoulder. I stuck my tongue out and, starting at the ‘tweener, I licked upward like a dog who was really hungry. She squealed “OHFUCK…..feels like sandpaper that way….FUCK!” I expertly flicked my tongue on her labia, nice and fleshy and ready for play. I nibbled and tongued my way upward until I got to her clit. I placed it in my mouth and began small clockwise circles on it, driving her to a new place…. “DAMN, Ron, you do know… how…to suck my cunt….ohmygod….fuck yes…” When I changed direction and circled the other way, that did it for her… “OHMYGODRON….JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST…. OHSHITTHAT’SGOOD….OHHHHYESS……YOUFUCKER, YES….OHHHH!!!” And she started cumming on my face right then and there. I kept myself down there and when she eased her spasm, I used my tongue as a baby cock and tonguefucked her, slamming my face into her hard. I wasn’t being nice, but I wanted to give her something special; she was that kind of woman. After doing that for a while, I clamped my mouth back onto her clit. Moving around it expertly and changing speeds as I went. And it was working for her. She started slapping my head like a bongo drum, it turned her on so much. And once she was talking, it was a nice, steady stream…. “GODYESRON…. OHFUCKYES….THAT’SSOFUCKINGOHHHHHHFUCK…..
FUCKYESFUCK….. GODTHATFEELSGOOD….MAKEMECUMMAKEMECUM……OHMYGOD…YES…. YESSSSS……YYYEEEEEESSSSS!!!!” And at the ready of her next orgasm, I began to hum on her clit…one of my favorite things to do to a woman…. it’s like a human vibrator. And she absolutely reveled in it….Oh my god, this woman….fuck yes…
I ate her out for probably fifteen, twenty minutes. Awaiting the time to come. The next day or so would prove memorable for all.
It finally came to meeting for dinner. We met in one of the hotel restaurants. Jules and CW started hugging and kissing and saying things like ‘oh my god are we really doing this’. Nick and I shook hands and made small talk for the moment while they caught up. We all finally sat down and ordered dinner. Kind of a feeling-out period. Nick had never met CW and he made no attempt to hide his pleasure… “Jules, you were right… she is a gorgeous woman!” Jules said “I never lie. If I can’t tell the truth, I’ll just shut my mouth.” CW: “Talk to me, Nick. Tell me about you.” And so it went. A good couple of hours at dinner, laughing and eating and sharing…just the right thing to start it all off. In the middle of it all, Nick started to chuckle. He was running his hand along CW’s leg – easy access, thanks to the summer dress she wore -- and about half way up, his hand ran into Jules’ hand….both of them having the same thought at the same time. I just burst out laughing at it all…. “Well, I can see where I stand here tonight.” Everyone joined in the laughter, apologies galore, and dinner continued along its merry way.
As we all entered the large suite that Nick had taken care of, the first thing was Jules, immediately taking her clothes off…. “God, thank you, I’ve wanted to do that all fucking night!” CW said “Damn, Jules….at least let’s all get in the door.” CW reached into her purse and pulled out a clear dildo, throwing it over to Jules. “Here…show us. We’ll catch up in a minute.” She reached over to me and said under her breath “Thank you, Ron. Thank you for all this.” I pulled her to me with one arm in the small of her back, holding on firmly while I kissed her. Her lips were pliable and warm, a nice red/copper lipstick decorating their pouty fullness. Those tits pushing against me…Goddamnit, I love that shit. I turned her around to look at Jules, now fucking herself steadily with the dildo, and Nick, who was now naked and stroking his cock. I made CW stand there, and I started taking her clothes off, commanding the other two “Watch this body. Watch what I do to it.” I got down on my knees and put my head under her dress. Starting at her knees, I kissed and nibbed and kneaded my way slowly up to her pussy, now already wet with its hot and dripping down her legs. I rolled her navy blue lace panties down from her torso. She offered a quiet little squeal as I did so and spread her legs while standing there, the panties gathering around her right ankle. “Oh fuck” Nick said, and he went down on Jules, taking the toy from her hands. “Keep watching” I said. CW began a labored breathing… “My fucking goodness, Ron….don’t you stop!” “You really think I’d stop now?”
I pulled upward on the dress and over her head it went easily. The matching bra was next. All this time, CW was so excited, she could hardly stand. I had to put my arm around her waist to hold her up. Expertly I removed the bra with the free hand, releasing those endlessly feminine, exciting breasts for all to see. Her nipples stood out so far and were hard and ready. I kept her heels on her… one of those guys things, you know. I bent her over and put two fingers into her waiting cunt. I found that rough spot that women have and concentrated on it…. I wanted to make her cum while she was standing there…I made her the center of attention. And it didn’t take long… “ohRonoohhhRonyouaresofuckinghotRonohRon….OHHHHH!!!” She started cumming and reached around behind her to hold on to me. “Stay up, honey” I said to her. “You stay on your feet!” “OHMYGOOOOOODDDDDD!!!” Her own cum began to drip down her leg….I LOVED this woman’s reaction in orgasm…so wet…so fucking hot! “Jesus, CW…you really ARE a hot little bitch” Jules said in admiration as Nick kept up a fiery pace on her pussy with his own mouth. When CW was finished, I threw her onto the other bed in the suite – they were side by side – and quickly took off my own clothes.
For the first time in a while, my cock popped right up, ready for action…and why not? Look what he was gonna fuck…
I shoved my cock roughly into CW’s mouth and hopped on it good… “Suck it, CW…Be my little bitch for me. Come on…suck it!” And she did, in spectacular fashion, driving her face into my cock. I shaved it extra smooth just for this occasion, and she absolutely loved it. Grabbing her hair, I fucked her mouth hard and loose, just as I wanted to do… I love it that way. CW came right along with me, seeming to love the fury that I wanted to share with her. Nick had mounted Jules by now and was fucking her good, loosening that cunt up for his own pleasure, while Jules reached across the space between the beds and clutched CW’s hand. When she did that, CW paused for only a moment…smiled at Jules….and resumed the facefuck she was getting. I was really close to cumming, but I wanted to make it last longer, so I pulled out. “Rub your clit, honey. Right now, rub it hard!” She moved her right arm down to her pussy and manipulated herself quickly and lustfully. I shoved my cock into her just as roughly as I did into her mouth. I fucked her hard, then slow, then hard again, changing speeds and listening to her reactions. Once again, in short order, CW began her cum. To her surprise, Jules was cumming at the same time. Both women were very vocal and noisy… a real turn-on for me. Imagine the back and forth of profane exchange here, with their hands still clasped together: “ohgodohgodRonfuckmefuckme….” “godgodgodgod…ohmygod…fuckme…” “Jesusgodgimmethatcock…” “ComeonCWfuckmefuckmeyoubitchCWfuckme…” “Juleslooklooklookwatchmecumhoneywatchmeeeeeee…FFFUUUCCCKKKK!!!” And CW gave me a squishy, noisy cum that suddenly turned into a puddle on the bed…she was squirting while I was fucking her! Fabulous! And these two hot women were squeezing hands together so tight…it was quite a shared experience here. Now Nick was ready to cum. “Bring it over here!” I said hurriedly. “If you’re gonna cum, give it to her. This little whore is ready for anything!” Jules shoved him off and over. “Go, baby, give it to her!” So while I am fucking CW, Nick comes over jerking his cock into the waiting mouth of a woman who was still in the throes of her own gorgeous orgasm. “AHHHHFUUCCCKKK!!!” he cried in relief. As he was cumming, Jules reached under him and brusquely shoved a wet finger up the man’s ass to get to his prostate. As she did so, Nick yelped in pleasure, jerking himself to the side of CW’s face, where the rest of his cum found a home on her. I am frantic now, wanting my own orgasm. When I got there, I let go of CW so only my cock was touching her. And as I am wont to do, I drastically slow down my pace to make the orgasm more intense. “FFFFFUUUUCCCKKKK!!! UNNNNHHH!!! FUCKMMMMEEEEEE!!!!”
I pulled out rapidly, because I needed to see her watch me shooting my cum on her tits, her belly, her cunt. Some of it got on Jules, who expertly slid her hand over and scooped it up. CW was a quivering heap. Cum all over her. A great wet puddle between her legs. She couldn’t move. Every person in the place had seen the promised land….and we had only been in the room for about a half hour.
I sat back on the bed. Nick retreated to the other bed. Believe it or not, we high-fived each other! In the meantime, CW had climbed onto Jules’ face and was grinding her now-loose cunt into her. “JESUS….I always wanted to do this to you, you whore….” Jules just responded with a tighter mouth grip. I watched intently as these two women gave each other the pleasure of friendship AND of sexual lust. My cock suddenly began to spring back to life….so I stroked it. CW was watching me and mouthed wordlessly “Stroke it, baby. For me. Lemme watch!” The closer I got to my own orgasm, the closer she got. We locked eyes and kept our silent seduction going. Fuck yes, this was just what I liked in a woman….this kind of ‘get-there-any-way-you-can” attitude. To my amazement, I shot another load….this woman was really good for my spirit, let me tell you… and CW suddenly grabbed Jules’ hair below her in a frenzied lust: “oooooooOOOOOOHHHHFUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!...YESJUSTLIKETHATMAKE… MAKEMMEEEEECUUUUMMMMM!!!!” And it all dripped down Jules’ cheeks…the familiar noises of gushy orgasm on this slut’s face from another slut…and they both loved it, inwardly wondering why it never happened before….All of us naked. Satiated. We couldn’t keep up this pace; no one could. But damn, we were gonna try…And CW, well….what a great woman…bottle it and sell it straight up. Very few have made me feel that way…
And we both wanted more. The night was still young…:)
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Wants and Needs
Just one quick hello to all and a blanket statement:
DAMN, I WANT SOME PUSSY!!!
....lol....one of those days, friends...
DAMN, I WANT SOME PUSSY!!!
....lol....one of those days, friends...
Saturday, August 2, 2008
The Harem -- Kyra
Inevitably it had to happen...
Kyra was doing what she often does on a Saturday. Her husband was sleeping in. She went to the grocery. She went to the post office. She did a fair number of errands. An attractive, curvy woman with eyes that danced when she smiled. A voice that melted ice. An obviously sexual, erotic woman who craved to be fucked by someone. Not necessarily anyone, mind you, but Kyra was feeling, well, solitary. Singular. She had been feeling quite distant for a while. Wanting and needing to give and receive attention. Intimate, physical. Hard and purposeful. Her mind was constantly filled with images that she had to someday either act on or observe. She had not been touched or eaten out or talked to for a long time. And this Saturday would finally prove to be different.
She decided that this day would be the day to realize something she'd always wanted to do... whatever it was.
Kyra went to Nordstrom. The coffee shop there was elegant and comfortable. So she sat down and had a light latte. Opened a store catalog and began flipping through the pages. The store itself was light in business for the moment....it was 10:30 AM, after all. Lots of folks wouldn't get out until the afternoon. Suddenly something caught her eye...She couldn't believe what she saw, and she kept it to herself. Her chair was angled to see into a dressing room, where she breathlessly viewed a pair of feminine legs in blue heels. Some clothes were strewn beside her. She seemed to be leaning against a wall of the cubicle...where a man's torso abruptly appeared inside as well. He was on his knees in front of her, giving her head...or at least Kyra thought that's what she saw. There was another table open that would give a better look. So she quickly and stealthily moved to that next table for a better look. Her own pussy was twitching hard, and she had to step slowly. She began to quietly hum to herself....where in the hell did that come from? But she knew it was a signal....
As she sat down, Kyra saw that it was, indeed, what she thought it was. This man was shaking his face hard into this pussy that was spread open for him, and frantic arms grabbed his head. That was followed by shoving his head further into her cunt, as she put a leg up on the bench for balance. Kyra found herself reaching down into her crotch and rubbing her cunt with her hand and her nails....which penetrated through the denim and made her softly cry out. This went on for a few minutes, until security strolled over to the cubicle and knocked on the door. Kyra stopped her wanna-fuck and watched. The door was opened and the two inside frantically put their clothes back on and themselves together. They were being escorted out. Kyra saw this and gathered her own things. Who were these people and why aren't they coming over here?
She followed them out the door at a safe distance, because no matter how badly she wanted a part in this, Kyra knew this was one of those risks that she always dreamed about and could never really act upon. The woman was attractive, tanned, wearing a forest-green sundress and heels to match. He was comfortably dressed in a tank top and a pair of khaki shorts. Both of them made Kyra salivate inside..."And I've never really been with a woman!" The thought bolted through her mind...and the anticipation of what she was chasing made her pussy wet and her mind wander.
The couple walked a couple of blocks and turned a corner. Kyra, still keeping her distance, picked up her pace a bit to make sure they stayed in sight. When she went around the corner, she saw that they were gone. She stood and did a panoramic turn to cover all her bases. When she realized that they had disappeared, she slowly strolled into a waiting bar/restaurant. It was close to noon and the place was pleasant, filled with patrons enjoying their lunch and their friends. She sat....The waiter came over. "Hi, welcome to Ronnie's Hideaway." He was cute enough, certainly, but not what she was in the mood for at the moment. Her juices were turned on, and Kyra needed...something. "Oh, why the hell not. A Manhattan, please" she said quietly. He left her a menu and walked away.
The memory of what she saw was burned into her mind. Kyra took a long drink of the water on the table. There was lemon on the side, so she put a slice into the glass. Twirled it around. Drank some more. Her hand drifted down to her crotch again. The vision of the man's head being forced into that waiting cunt kept coming to her over and over. The waiter brought her cocktail to her. The tablecloth hid her moves from him as she said "Thank you. I'll order in a moment." She looked around the place; everyone was preoccupied. Kyra stared off into her mirage, seeing that head roughly running side to side on the pussy, hands all over his head, pulling his hair. Kyra drove the heel of her hand into her pubic bone; she had to feel something NOW. All was being put to the side in favor of this rough, rotating motion on her pussy through the jeans. More and more. Harder and harder she did herself, not believing how brave...or how foolish...this event could become. Closer and closer she approached her own cum. Damn, this was fucking HOT, she cried inwardly...and she didn't care who was watching. Finally...finally she began to feel the familiar pangs of orgasm. It shot up into her head and back down...."UUUNNNHHH!" She tried to stifle her vocal reaction and did, to some degree, but a woman at the table to Kyra's right turned around to see where the noise came from. She didn't notice Kyra's flushed face, the driving right arm hammering down onto her cunt, being absolutely forced to cum....which came in a second wave, to Kyra's utter surprise: "FUUCCKKK!!" she cried out, not quite quashing her voice this time. Hell, by now she didn't care. But she did let up on herself...slowly....because this was a thrill she didn't anticipate.
Now the waiter came back. "What would you like today?" He knew she hadn't looked at the menu from its position on the table. Kyra, feigning some semblance of normalcy, blurted out: "Let me have a chef salad. Raspberry vinegarette on the side." "Very good, ma'am." And as he did before, the young waiter left as quickly as he had arrived.
Kyra went to the ladies' room. Inside the stall, where she made herself a bit more comfortable, she spread her legs and furiously rubbed her clit, all pretense shoved aside in the name of simple lust. "OHFUCK!" she said to herself. Her pussy was already drenched in Kyrajuice, and now it was a much easier self-fuck. Two finger inside herself: "Goddammit! Ohfuck...OHFUCK!" One of the occupied stalls suddenly opened up, and Kyra heard "Get a fucking room, tramp!...Jesus..." She laughed easily and kept up the steady fucking with her fingers. She took the nails on the other hand and kept flicking the now-swollen clit with vigor. Her vocal monster fell into place...."Fuckmeyoufucker....Jesus, I can't believe this....OHHOHHHOHOHHHH!!" Harder and faster she went at it, obliviously to the women walking in and out....she just wanted the cum, and nobody was going to take it away from her... "JEEEEE-SSSUUUSSS!" Kyra filled her pussy with three fingers and kept up the pressure with her other hand, angrily rubbing her clit. A torrent followed: "YOUMOTHERFUCKER....FUCK ME.....FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK....FFFFUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!" There it was, the one she wanted. And then...for the first time, Kyra began to squirt. "OHMYFUCKINGGODOHGOD!!!" It shot into the toilet like she was a damned race horse. This whole episode lasted only a couple of minutes, but to her, it was a glorious, unadulterated moment in her sexual history. She wanted it and she got it. Then...at last, she started coming down from the orgasmic high.
And still she wasn't through with herself.
In her purse was an egg-shaped vibrator. It had a remote attachment to it. Kyra calmed her body down and reached into that purse. Pulling out the egg, she slipped it easily into her waiting cunt. She pulled up her jeans, washed her hands like a good girl always does, and returned to her table........where her salad was waiting. And it actually looked really good. She began eating. Slowly, methodically, she poured the dressing onto her salad, as sensually as she could do it. Then she took a bite....DAMN, it was good. After the salad was about a third gone, she opened her purse and turned on the remote. The thick, shapely walls of those wonderful pussy lips started their vibrations from the effect of the feisty blue egg. When it all began, Kyra was startled by its suddenness.
One of the great fantasy scenarios of men...and this exciting little bitch was doing it to herself.
As the egg vibrated, Kyra's eating of the salad became a bit abrupt, a little labored...because, dammit, she couldn't concentrate on her meal. It felt so-o-o good in its constancy of movement. And seemed pretty quiet, even though most of those toys, she remembered, were too fucking noisy. She turned it up a notch and audibly exclaimed "OH!!!" The faster movement was just right for her, and she moved those pussy muscles to her own tune....those Kegels came in handy...The more she enveloped the toy, the more she got hot about it all. More and more it came, and she was getting close again. By now, her salad was nearly gone, and she didn't know it happened...by this point, Kyra was just along for the ride. And the egg was hitting her G-spot almost perfectly. She took one more bite of the salad. A long swig of the water. She crossed her legs and cracked up the remote to its high setting."ohohohohohohOHOHOHOHHHHHHGGGGOODDDDDDDDDD!!!" A huge orgasm immediately took over her sanity. "fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCK!!" She couldn't stop, she couldn't do anything except ride the fucker out until she couldn't cum anymore. On and on it went, feeling like she was on fire. Par for the course when you are a hot little slut like Kyra. Then she was forced to move..."OHGODDAMNIT...OHMYFUCKINGGOD!!!" Her dirty mouth brought everyone in the restaurant into play. They watched her intently...some repulsed, some applauding, a couple actually joining in. Kyra had the remote in her hand. Her waiter came over. She threw herself into him with energetic flair...."PL-EEE-SS-EEE!!!! TU-RR-NN IT ALLTHEWAYUUUUUPPP!!!" The youngster was in shock, but a woman stepped up and grabbed it from her: "Hold on, honey!" And she cranked the fucker up to the ultimate. It knocked Kyra down onto the floor and she convulsed and laughed and cried and swore and did everything that a lady wouldn't do....but this was no lady, this was a real woman who was doing her own cunt in the best way she could.Suddenly for the second time in her life.....Kyra experienced squirting. A huge flood of Kyra filled her jeans, down her leg onto her shoes. She was spasming fiercely, out of energy and holding on to her consciousness. She looked up to see.....the young woman and her partner that she chased out of the store....they were smiling from ear to ear.....She said "Home, James!!!" They bent down to pick Kyra up off the floor. The remote was still on its high and so was Kyra.........
Then, breathless and spent, happy to be that way.........she awoke from her dream.
Her pussy was wet and twitching. She got all her faculties together and slowly realized....she had the whole day ahead of her....:)
Kyra was doing what she often does on a Saturday. Her husband was sleeping in. She went to the grocery. She went to the post office. She did a fair number of errands. An attractive, curvy woman with eyes that danced when she smiled. A voice that melted ice. An obviously sexual, erotic woman who craved to be fucked by someone. Not necessarily anyone, mind you, but Kyra was feeling, well, solitary. Singular. She had been feeling quite distant for a while. Wanting and needing to give and receive attention. Intimate, physical. Hard and purposeful. Her mind was constantly filled with images that she had to someday either act on or observe. She had not been touched or eaten out or talked to for a long time. And this Saturday would finally prove to be different.
She decided that this day would be the day to realize something she'd always wanted to do... whatever it was.
Kyra went to Nordstrom. The coffee shop there was elegant and comfortable. So she sat down and had a light latte. Opened a store catalog and began flipping through the pages. The store itself was light in business for the moment....it was 10:30 AM, after all. Lots of folks wouldn't get out until the afternoon. Suddenly something caught her eye...She couldn't believe what she saw, and she kept it to herself. Her chair was angled to see into a dressing room, where she breathlessly viewed a pair of feminine legs in blue heels. Some clothes were strewn beside her. She seemed to be leaning against a wall of the cubicle...where a man's torso abruptly appeared inside as well. He was on his knees in front of her, giving her head...or at least Kyra thought that's what she saw. There was another table open that would give a better look. So she quickly and stealthily moved to that next table for a better look. Her own pussy was twitching hard, and she had to step slowly. She began to quietly hum to herself....where in the hell did that come from? But she knew it was a signal....
As she sat down, Kyra saw that it was, indeed, what she thought it was. This man was shaking his face hard into this pussy that was spread open for him, and frantic arms grabbed his head. That was followed by shoving his head further into her cunt, as she put a leg up on the bench for balance. Kyra found herself reaching down into her crotch and rubbing her cunt with her hand and her nails....which penetrated through the denim and made her softly cry out. This went on for a few minutes, until security strolled over to the cubicle and knocked on the door. Kyra stopped her wanna-fuck and watched. The door was opened and the two inside frantically put their clothes back on and themselves together. They were being escorted out. Kyra saw this and gathered her own things. Who were these people and why aren't they coming over here?
She followed them out the door at a safe distance, because no matter how badly she wanted a part in this, Kyra knew this was one of those risks that she always dreamed about and could never really act upon. The woman was attractive, tanned, wearing a forest-green sundress and heels to match. He was comfortably dressed in a tank top and a pair of khaki shorts. Both of them made Kyra salivate inside..."And I've never really been with a woman!" The thought bolted through her mind...and the anticipation of what she was chasing made her pussy wet and her mind wander.
The couple walked a couple of blocks and turned a corner. Kyra, still keeping her distance, picked up her pace a bit to make sure they stayed in sight. When she went around the corner, she saw that they were gone. She stood and did a panoramic turn to cover all her bases. When she realized that they had disappeared, she slowly strolled into a waiting bar/restaurant. It was close to noon and the place was pleasant, filled with patrons enjoying their lunch and their friends. She sat....The waiter came over. "Hi, welcome to Ronnie's Hideaway." He was cute enough, certainly, but not what she was in the mood for at the moment. Her juices were turned on, and Kyra needed...something. "Oh, why the hell not. A Manhattan, please" she said quietly. He left her a menu and walked away.
The memory of what she saw was burned into her mind. Kyra took a long drink of the water on the table. There was lemon on the side, so she put a slice into the glass. Twirled it around. Drank some more. Her hand drifted down to her crotch again. The vision of the man's head being forced into that waiting cunt kept coming to her over and over. The waiter brought her cocktail to her. The tablecloth hid her moves from him as she said "Thank you. I'll order in a moment." She looked around the place; everyone was preoccupied. Kyra stared off into her mirage, seeing that head roughly running side to side on the pussy, hands all over his head, pulling his hair. Kyra drove the heel of her hand into her pubic bone; she had to feel something NOW. All was being put to the side in favor of this rough, rotating motion on her pussy through the jeans. More and more. Harder and harder she did herself, not believing how brave...or how foolish...this event could become. Closer and closer she approached her own cum. Damn, this was fucking HOT, she cried inwardly...and she didn't care who was watching. Finally...finally she began to feel the familiar pangs of orgasm. It shot up into her head and back down...."UUUNNNHHH!" She tried to stifle her vocal reaction and did, to some degree, but a woman at the table to Kyra's right turned around to see where the noise came from. She didn't notice Kyra's flushed face, the driving right arm hammering down onto her cunt, being absolutely forced to cum....which came in a second wave, to Kyra's utter surprise: "FUUCCKKK!!" she cried out, not quite quashing her voice this time. Hell, by now she didn't care. But she did let up on herself...slowly....because this was a thrill she didn't anticipate.
Now the waiter came back. "What would you like today?" He knew she hadn't looked at the menu from its position on the table. Kyra, feigning some semblance of normalcy, blurted out: "Let me have a chef salad. Raspberry vinegarette on the side." "Very good, ma'am." And as he did before, the young waiter left as quickly as he had arrived.
Kyra went to the ladies' room. Inside the stall, where she made herself a bit more comfortable, she spread her legs and furiously rubbed her clit, all pretense shoved aside in the name of simple lust. "OHFUCK!" she said to herself. Her pussy was already drenched in Kyrajuice, and now it was a much easier self-fuck. Two finger inside herself: "Goddammit! Ohfuck...OHFUCK!" One of the occupied stalls suddenly opened up, and Kyra heard "Get a fucking room, tramp!...Jesus..." She laughed easily and kept up the steady fucking with her fingers. She took the nails on the other hand and kept flicking the now-swollen clit with vigor. Her vocal monster fell into place...."Fuckmeyoufucker....Jesus, I can't believe this....OHHOHHHOHOHHHH!!" Harder and faster she went at it, obliviously to the women walking in and out....she just wanted the cum, and nobody was going to take it away from her... "JEEEEE-SSSUUUSSS!" Kyra filled her pussy with three fingers and kept up the pressure with her other hand, angrily rubbing her clit. A torrent followed: "YOUMOTHERFUCKER....FUCK ME.....FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK....FFFFUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!" There it was, the one she wanted. And then...for the first time, Kyra began to squirt. "OHMYFUCKINGGODOHGOD!!!" It shot into the toilet like she was a damned race horse. This whole episode lasted only a couple of minutes, but to her, it was a glorious, unadulterated moment in her sexual history. She wanted it and she got it. Then...at last, she started coming down from the orgasmic high.
And still she wasn't through with herself.
In her purse was an egg-shaped vibrator. It had a remote attachment to it. Kyra calmed her body down and reached into that purse. Pulling out the egg, she slipped it easily into her waiting cunt. She pulled up her jeans, washed her hands like a good girl always does, and returned to her table........where her salad was waiting. And it actually looked really good. She began eating. Slowly, methodically, she poured the dressing onto her salad, as sensually as she could do it. Then she took a bite....DAMN, it was good. After the salad was about a third gone, she opened her purse and turned on the remote. The thick, shapely walls of those wonderful pussy lips started their vibrations from the effect of the feisty blue egg. When it all began, Kyra was startled by its suddenness.
One of the great fantasy scenarios of men...and this exciting little bitch was doing it to herself.
As the egg vibrated, Kyra's eating of the salad became a bit abrupt, a little labored...because, dammit, she couldn't concentrate on her meal. It felt so-o-o good in its constancy of movement. And seemed pretty quiet, even though most of those toys, she remembered, were too fucking noisy. She turned it up a notch and audibly exclaimed "OH!!!" The faster movement was just right for her, and she moved those pussy muscles to her own tune....those Kegels came in handy...The more she enveloped the toy, the more she got hot about it all. More and more it came, and she was getting close again. By now, her salad was nearly gone, and she didn't know it happened...by this point, Kyra was just along for the ride. And the egg was hitting her G-spot almost perfectly. She took one more bite of the salad. A long swig of the water. She crossed her legs and cracked up the remote to its high setting."ohohohohohohOHOHOHOHHHHHHGGGGOODDDDDDDDDD!!!" A huge orgasm immediately took over her sanity. "fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCK!!" She couldn't stop, she couldn't do anything except ride the fucker out until she couldn't cum anymore. On and on it went, feeling like she was on fire. Par for the course when you are a hot little slut like Kyra. Then she was forced to move..."OHGODDAMNIT...OHMYFUCKINGGOD!!!" Her dirty mouth brought everyone in the restaurant into play. They watched her intently...some repulsed, some applauding, a couple actually joining in. Kyra had the remote in her hand. Her waiter came over. She threw herself into him with energetic flair...."PL-EEE-SS-EEE!!!! TU-RR-NN IT ALLTHEWAYUUUUUPPP!!!" The youngster was in shock, but a woman stepped up and grabbed it from her: "Hold on, honey!" And she cranked the fucker up to the ultimate. It knocked Kyra down onto the floor and she convulsed and laughed and cried and swore and did everything that a lady wouldn't do....but this was no lady, this was a real woman who was doing her own cunt in the best way she could.Suddenly for the second time in her life.....Kyra experienced squirting. A huge flood of Kyra filled her jeans, down her leg onto her shoes. She was spasming fiercely, out of energy and holding on to her consciousness. She looked up to see.....the young woman and her partner that she chased out of the store....they were smiling from ear to ear.....She said "Home, James!!!" They bent down to pick Kyra up off the floor. The remote was still on its high and so was Kyra.........
Then, breathless and spent, happy to be that way.........she awoke from her dream.
Her pussy was wet and twitching. She got all her faculties together and slowly realized....she had the whole day ahead of her....:)
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