I always thought of myself as a city girl, but that first week out here in the woods definitely turned me into a nature fan.
Our plan to get more writing done the second week didn't go much better than the first. Making love always seemed to win out over making literature. But today Andy came up with an idea to get us motivated. He said that as a writing exercise we should describe each other's bodies. Specifically, he said that I should write about his cock, and that he will write about my pussy.
Andy's cock is a subject I can get my teeth into—or get my lips around, anyway. Although his dick is circumcised, whoever did the job left just enough foreskin intact to partially cover the flaring ridge at the base of his cockhead. This gives his prick a distinctive look that I like. I always have found uncircumcised dicks a bit too “animal” looking. Clipped ones can seem too naked and exposed. But Andy's is just right. I like gripping his dick and sliding that velvety skin up and down his stalk, so it covers and uncovers his cock-helmet.
Andy's dick has a narrow piss-hole at its tip that I like to flick with my tongue. Andy can't take much of that action before shoving his dick between my lips. I've tried to deep-throat his cock, but I never have been able to get the hang of that trick. Andy doesn't seem to mind. I can get more than half of it in my mouth, which Andy tells me is good enough because that is “the half that counts.”
I just love sucking Andy's dick. I use my tongue to caress the underside of his smooth cockhead while he fucks my mouth. I squeeze the base of his veiny stalk with one hand and cup his balls with the other. Sometimes I stick a finger up his asshole. He used to tell me not to do that. But I had a feeling that he secretly enjoyed it, so I started “accidentally” slipping in a finger when he was on the verge of coming. Eventually he admitted that it turned him on, which I knew all along.
I know when Andy is about to come because his dick gives a couple of hard throbs just before he shoots, as if it is telling me to get ready. That comes in especially handy when I am sucking his dick, because it means I'm never caught unprepared. I swallow his spurts of come the way I swallow raw oysters, letting each warm mouthful slide down my throat with an easy swallow.
His precious cock is always super sensitive after he comes. Running my tongue around its head then makes Andy groan with pleasure. If he tries to push me away, I just suck him harder, showing him who is boss.
The best thing about Andy's cock is that it looks good hard or soft. Even when Andy is only walking around naked or stepping out of a shower or changing his clothes, I love looking at his dick and balls. There's something about seeing his thick, hanging cock and his big nuts that instantly gets me horny, even if all he is doing is brushing his teeth or shaving. I can't resist taking hold of his dick and jerking him off, or sucking his limp dick into my mouth to make it get bigger.
You know, this writing exercise isn't working out the way it was supposed to. All I'm doing is getting myself all worked up for Andy's cock again. From the way Andy is looking at me from across the room, writing about my pussy must be having the same effect on him.
I'll write more later, I promise. But right now, let's just say that nature calls.—
P.K., Pontiac, Michigan
SORRY, WRONG NUMBER LEADS TO A PARTY CALL OF THE WILD
Being somewhat adventurous at times, I have always wanted to fulfill this particular fantasy and have been lucky enough to discover an opportunity to do so.
It started one night when I was lonely and extremely horny. I wanted something different, something spontaneous and exciting. My phone rang. The caller sounded familiar but then I realized it was a wrong number. However, our conversation was smooth, talking about lots of things: ourselves, our goals, our dreams. Mine was to have a secret fling with someone totally unfamiliar. It started.
I told him to come to my place. I left a signal in the front window for him to find it. The outside light was on but the only thing burning inside, other than me, was a candle. I told him the door would be left open.
I heard his steps on the walk, all the time my heart pounding with excitement. He opened the door and I called out to let him know I was in the bedroom. Before I knew it I could see his shadow approaching. His six-one frame filled the doorway and his shoulder length hair was silhouetted by the moonlight from behind. His sleek, slender body fit perfectly in his black jeans and white shirt. His muscles were very prominent and his shoulders seemed too wide to fit through the door.
I lay on the bed and the atmosphere filling the room was one of romance, lust and a night filled with sex. The background was just right, with music playing softly and scented candles burning. I knew what I wanted and had to make sure that I would see it through to the end. I knew he knew it too!
Then I spoke softly, telling him to come closer. As he approached, the odor of Aramis filled the room. All I wanted was to rip off his clothes, but this was to be slow and sensual. I wanted it to last.
He sat beside me on the bed, leaned over and we kissed. He tasted so good. I wanted him right then, but I had to control myself.
We started as new lovers just discovering each other at first. His muscles rippled beneath my touch as I slowly traced his body with my fingers. Slowly I started to undo his shirt, getting a better look at what I was about to have.
I removed his shirt and was in awe at what I was seeing—a golden brown torso glistening as though wet. I undid his belt and jeans, then removed them. He was already becoming hard. I knew it was time. I slowly drew him down and gave him slow, leisurely kisses over his entire body. I wanted to explore every inch of him.
I worked my way from his neck to his chest and down to his maleness. He was even harder than before. I brought my mouth down on him slowly, slipping his cock into my soft, waiting, wet mouth. I took him all, tasting, sucking and teasing it.
I played with his cock, sucking on it like a lollipop. My tongue was going around and around his big red head, up and down his shaft, feeling it throbbing. Once again I slipped him completely back into my mouth and continued to work on him, waiting and wanting to feel the explosion in my mouth. He was getting hotter, his breathing was faster and faster, the moaning becoming uncontrollable, urging me to make him come, but I wanted him to wait just a bit longer. I wanted it to last too.
I could feel how wet I was between my legs. Knowing how this was affecting him made me wetter and hornier than ever. My mouth gave it everything I knew, licking, sucking, rubbing his cock, playing with his balls and knowing that he was near the edge. He was moaning and yelling louder. I worked my wet slippery mouth over his hot throbbing cock faster and faster, my hand working on his big hard balls, waiting for that explosion of come. I almost came myself from seeing him squirm around, hearing him moan and feeling his cock throbbing in my mouth, almost too much for me to handle. I knew it was time. I immersed myself in my task and before I knew it, the come was running out of my lips.
There was so much I couldn't swallow it all. It seemed to last forever. His body trembled with convulsions like I had never seen before. Come ran down my chin as I tried to lick it all up. I wasn't about to let him out of my mouth just yet. I needed to drink every last drop before letting him go. He tasted so good.
I fell back on the bed exhausted but feeling terrific. We both knew it was soon to be my turn. I was still sopping wet from making him feel as good as I knew he did. It was written all over his face. He slowly started to caress me with long, gentle strokes. I felt his hot breath against my neck and his wet kisses over me. I didn't think it possible to be any wetter, but I felt I could have come at any time.
He ran his tongue down me, starting at my neck and stopping at my breasts, taking one into his mouth and flicking his tongue over my nipple. It became so hard I didn't think I could stand it. He switched to the other, not wanting to favor just one. He couldn't believe my reaction, not knowing this drives me crazy. I felt like I was on top of the world. I knew this was going to be more than a one orgasm night.
As his lips were sucking on my nipple, his hand wandered down toward my wet pussy. His finger slipped inside me and that was it, I exploded like never before. I was coming like a waterfall. I kept coming and coming. The moaning was making him work harder, knowing what it was doing to me. I had never before felt this good, this weak and unbelievably excited all at the same time.
I didn't know what was going to happen, when we finally screwed. If I felt this good with his lips and a finger, what was it going to be like when we were one? It was my dream coming true. Already I could feel him getting hard again.
Before I knew what was happening, he was inside me, slowly at first. He was so hard, but used gentle, loving, long, slow strokes, and only after my urging did he go faster. I screamed out with such intense passion I thought I would burst. I knew this orgasm was going to be even stronger and harder than the first.
I screamed at him to fuck me harder, wanting to feel every inch of him inside me. I wanted him to make me come.
He was ever so considerate to my wishes. I felt his lips on my nipples, and his cock deep inside me. I was getting closer and closer to going over the edge and he knew it. As he continued to thrust deeper inside my hot, wet pussy (I had never been this wet before), it happened. My orgasm was so strong and intense I thought I would not be able to live through it. I kept coming and coming and he continued to fuck me. I screamed and moaned as I kept coming. He couldn't believe it.
It seemed like forever as we lay there together with him still inside me, both heavily breathing, our bodies glistening, not believing that this had really happened. Finally, my fantasy was ultimately coming true. We seemed to be able to relate sexually as one. We both knew without asking what the other wanted and needed, just by exploring one another.
We knew this was not going to be the end of it, but it was just the beginning, tonight and for a long time after.
I can now say that I'm glad that I went ahead and explored my other side, because if I hadn't, I may to this day still wonder and never know. It's just a matter of time, before we come together once again.—
E.H., Orlando, Florida
THIS WAITRESS SERVES HIM IN THE LADIES' BATHROOM, AND HE SERVES HER RIGHT BACK
My buddy Dino and I went down to the beach last weekend to get some sun and have a few beers. It was pretty hot and we really enjoyed ourselves, throwing the football around and ogling the pretty women.
About four o'clock we called it a day and started walking home. We stopped in one of the bars along the way for a quick beer. The place was empty but for a couple of people sitting at the bar, the bartender and a very stunning waitress, who I later discovered was named Sandra.
Dino and I headed for the pool table, and Sandra came over and took our order. She was very nice, and we spent some time flirting and making small talk. I couldn't help admiring her fine body and gorgeous face. She was wearing a short skirt and a blouse that made her look pretty sexy. She seemed to like us a lot.
When she came back with our beers we joked around some more. I asked her for her number, and she said she didn't give it out, but that if I ever wanted to find her I could find her at the bar.
As we were finishing our third round of pool, I saw Sandra at the back of the bar, walking toward the bathroom. Putting my cue down, I followed after her. She went into the ladies' room, and I waited outside the door.
When she came out a few moments later, she looked surprised at first, then smiled kind of slyly.
“You waiting for me?” she asked.
“Sure am,” I said as I approached and maneuvered her back into the bathroom. My confidence was bolstered when she gave me no resistance.
As soon as the door was closed we embraced. Our lips met, and I slipped my tongue deep into her mouth. My hands were all over her back and her firm ass. I slowly moved them down and slid them underneath her skirt, then back up onto her pantied butt, stealing a glance at the mirror on the wall as I did so. Here I was in this ladies' room making out with this fine-looking woman, and watching it all at the same time.
Sandra was the first to break our embrace. She took me by the hand and led me into one of the stalls, closing the door behind us.
“We're going to have to make this fast!” she said, as she reached for my pants and pulled them down. Without missing a beat she sat down on the toilet and took my raging hard-on into her mouth. She wasn't shy either. She took the whole thing into her mouth and began bobbing up and down, cupping my balls in the palm of her hand. Her other hand was on my ass, pulling me closer to her. I was going out of my mind. She would let my dick come out of her mouth and lick the tip, then run her tongue along the shaft, before taking the whole thing in again.
By now I was dying to get a better look at her, and maybe a quick taste. Slowly, reluctant as I was to separate that incredible mouth from my dick, I pulled her up next to me. Reaching for her blouse, I pulled it over her head and pushed the straps of her bra over her shoulders, revealing a phenomenal set of tits. We began to kiss again as I squeezed her jugs in my hands. Then I lowered my head and sucked those babies for all they were worth.
“Suck them, sweetie. Suck them good,” she moaned in my ear.
As I sucked I moved my hand down between her legs and pulled her panties to one side, inserting a finger deep into her pussy. I could feel her body tense as I entered. Then her hips started to gyrate as she fucked my finger. With my free hand I pulled her panties down around her ankles while continuing to probe her hot wet pussy.
“Oh, that feels good,” she cooed into my ear.
I sat her down on the toilet. She lifted her skirt and I knelt down in front of her and licked, licked, licked, driving my tongue deep into her pussy. She was leaning back, her hands holding my head hard against her, as if she wanted to pull it inside her cunt. Her pussy tasted great, and I was having a blast running my tongue over her pussy lips and then inside her twat. When I found her clitoris I heard her let out a gasp.