Sultry Passions, Sinful Desires Part 14

Tension Breaker.

My husband and I have been married for around six years now and our s.e.x life has remained exciting and very satisfying. However, there is one thing that I have kept secret from my husband. I love to m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e. This is not a complete surprise to my husband because he has gotten great pleasure at times watching me get myself off! What he does not know is how often I m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e when he is not around.

Last night I arrived home late from work. I was exhausted. My husband was watching a ballgame on TV so I went straight to bed. I had so much on my mind I just really needed to relax. I decided what I really needed most at the moment was to get myself off.

I started reading the latest issue of Forum, then my husband came to bed. Although I was starting to get h.o.r.n.y, I had not started caressing myself yet. I really didn't think I was in the mood to have s.e.x, but I longed for the release of tension that a really great o.r.g.a.s.m brings.

As I kept reading, my juices really began to flow. I longed to gently stroke my c.l.i.t until the pa.s.sion sitting like a heavy weight in my abdomen began to build and build. I wanted to tease the lips of my p.u.s.s.y with a vibrator while I rubbed my c.l.i.t with harder and harder strokes. As I felt myself rocked and rocked closer to o.r.g.a.s.m, I would arch my back off the bed, my knees spread far apart as o.r.g.a.s.m after o.r.g.a.s.m raced through my body.

However, since my husband was there I felt inhibited from my ruthless pursuit of o.r.g.a.s.m. As tired as I was I really just wanted the quick release that I can get with masturbation. As I lay in bed reading, I became vaguely aware that my husband, who was also reading, was now sporting a raging hard-on.

I pretended not to notice, but was very turned on by his erection. I continued to read, yet ached for his touch. After about fifteen minutes, I felt like I was going to crawl out of my skin. My c.l.i.t throbbed so badly to be touched I could hardly stand it.

Unconsciously, I began to rub my legs together and gently thrust my pelvis. Just then my husband gently placed his hand on my knee. Like lightning my first o.r.g.a.s.m of the evening coursed through me. I couldn't believe how easily it came!

My husband pretended not to notice as he continued to read. I found his indifference intoxicating. I feigned indifference also. He began to run his hands gently up and down my legs and inner thighs. I squirmed beneath his touch in order to satisfy my c.l.i.t, which still ached to be touched. The gentle teasing brought me close to another o.r.g.a.s.m.

Every time I was just at the brink, he would ignore the silent pleas of my body for him to rub my c.l.i.t or penetrate me with his fingers. Instead he would rhythmically caress my tummy, my inner thighs, or my pubic hair.

All the while he did not look at me or I at him, but I wanted him more than I could have imagined. I had long since forgotten how tired I was as I o.r.g.a.s.med again from his maddening caresses.

Suddenly, I threw aside my book and climbed on top of his erect p.e.n.i.s. I f.u.c.ked him with a vengeance, sliding my slick c.u.n.t to the top of his meat, then slamming myself down his full length. Faster and faster we f.u.c.ked. I came hard and brutally, yet was hungry for more. I felt like I had never taken him so completely before. I thrust up and down on his rock-hard d.i.c.k with an intensity that surprised us both.

After I came again and felt like I was totally drained, I sensed he was about to come also. I slowed the pace and began to tease his c.o.c.k. I pulled back so he would only be able to insert the very tip of his p.e.n.i.s. I slowly took more and more of him into my c.u.n.t, then allowed him to thrust deeply, yet pulled all the way off in between thrusts.

Finally neither one of us could stand it any longer. He clutched my b.u.t.tocks and we ground our bodies together without an inch between us. Both of us reached incredibly mind-blowing o.r.g.a.s.ms. Then we both fell asleep joined together and basking in the afterglow.

-C.H., Pueblo, Colorado.

The Stay-at-Home Nympho.

My boyfriend Spike and I don't always agree on what's important in our relations.h.i.+p. He is more interested in sports than in spending time with me and making me feel good. One night we had an argument because he wanted to go to a hockey game with his friends and I didn't. He went and I stayed home.

Since I was alone, I decided to order a pizza. I called a local pizzeria and told them to deliver it to me. Boy, did they ever! After about half an hour, my doorbell rang. I went to answer it still wearing the tight, red miniskirt and white blouse (no bra) that I had dressed in to go out with Spike. When I opened the door, I saw the most beautiful, well-built man I've ever seen. I didn't know who he was, but when I looked into his deep blue eyes, I got so excited that my p.u.s.s.y immediately began to get wet.

He said very officially, "Did you order pizza?" and nothing more. Just the sound of his deep, masculine voice brought me near o.r.g.a.s.m, and my nipples began to stand up, clearly visible through my white blouse. I politely asked him to come in and put the pizza on the kitchen table. Then I ran off to my bedroom, pretending I was getting some money to pay him. This guy really made me h.o.r.n.y, and since I was mad at Spike I thought this was the perfect opportunity for my retaliation.

Instead of getting the money, I slipped off my almost-soaked panties and returned to the kitchen, where my soon-to-be lover was waiting. I offered him a slice and he accepted it. I walked to the other side of the kitchen and deliberately dropped a knife. As I squatted down to pick it up, I faced him and spread my legs, giving him a perfect view of my dripping p.u.s.s.y as my skirt went up.

I noticed a bulge in his tight jeans and began to fantasize about his large c.o.c.k in my mouth. I decided to take immediate action. I asked him if he thought it was hot in the room, while slowly unb.u.t.toning the two top b.u.t.tons of my blouse, exposing just enough cleavage to enlarge the bulge in his pants. He removed his jacket and I helped him, rubbing my a.s.s and t.i.ts against him as much as possible.

I then accidentally (or so he thought) ran my hand over his long, hard d.i.c.k, which was begging to be let out. I couldn't wait any longer. I looked into his eyes and said, "I want you to make me feel real good." I took his hand and placed it under my blouse so that he could rub my large, round, firm b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

He needed no more prompting from me. In one swift tug, he removed my blouse, exposing my t.i.ts. He began to tweak and suck on my pert nipples, which were now standing out almost an inch. As he removed his s.h.i.+rt, I began to ma.s.sage his c.o.c.k up and down, and as I squeezed his b.a.l.l.s, I pulled down his zipper.

He had now unzipped my skirt, thus exposing my beautiful m.u.f.f and leaving me completely naked. I pulled down his pants, whipped out his c.o.c.k, and stared at one of the largest d.i.c.ks I have ever seen. He admired my body in return. I dropped to my knees and quickly began pulling, sucking, and licking his d.i.c.k and b.a.l.l.s. He soon laid me on my back and we got into a 69 position on the floor.

When he inserted his tongue into my creamy slit, I came almost instantly. The way he licked and moved his tongue inside me was so incredible, I had three o.r.g.a.s.ms before he came even once. I finally sucked him to fulfillment as he shot his load into my mouth. He continued eating my s.n.a.t.c.h as I sucked him dry. I came so much that there actually was a puddle of my love juice on the floor, which I began to grind my a.s.s in.

Now I was even more turned on. I rubbed my c.u.n.t juice all over my body, and I began to play with my t.i.ts and finger-f.u.c.k myself while my man caught his breath. I was even able to bring myself to an o.r.g.a.s.m without help. I was too hot and h.o.r.n.y to stop.

"Slide it in and f.u.c.k my p.u.s.s.y now!" I yelled out. He was happy to oblige. He inserted his enormous love-tool into my dripping c.u.n.t as I guided it with my hands. He pumped me for two hours, both of us coming all over each other at different times.

We tried all different kinds of techniques: doggie-style, me on top, him on top, once in the bathtub, once on the kitchen counter, once on the stairs. Each time he shot his load on or in me, I screamed in ecstasy. When he was too tired to f.u.c.k anymore, I asked him if he had any friends that would like to come over and party with us. He called six of his friends on the phone, two of them girls, and they all came over to my house.

I used to be a gymnast, so I have a body that doesn't tire easily. I was more than happy to entertain more people. I asked him to finger-f.u.c.k me until his friends arrived. When he got tired, I finger-f.u.c.ked myself, and at one point I even took a cuc.u.mber out of the refrigerator and shoved it in me. I couldn't stop.

Finally his friends arrived. They were all very polite and did what I asked. I f.u.c.ked each one of them. This was my first opportunity to eat a p.u.s.s.y, so I got even more excited as my tongue darted in and out of one girl's slit, while the other girl ate mine. I licked her all over, and when she finally came her sweet-tasting juices gushed out all over my mouth. As we continued eating each other's p.u.s.s.y and grinding our c.u.n.ts together, I became even more turned on. I soon decided it was time for something more than a tongue and some fingers, so I turned to the men.

By the time the night was over, I had swallowed about five gallons of come. My hot m.u.f.f was dripping with joy juice, and my brown curly p.u.s.s.y hair was saturated. They all left exhausted. I, on the other hand, was still h.o.r.n.y, so I reverted back to my fingers and the cuc.u.mber for at least another hour.

I never knew I had it in me! s.e.x is more fun than going to a hockey game, any day. I never knew s.e.x could be so great! I f.u.c.ked five guys and two girls that night. If that's nymphomania, then I love being a nympho!

Since that night, I have been ordering a lot of pizza and have decided to dump Spike. I loved the way I felt that night, and I now want to f.u.c.k my way to happiness every day.

-Name and address withheld.

Fun After Hours.

I'm twenty-two and have blonde hair and a 36-23-34 figure. I'm a bartender, and I always check out the guys who come into the bar. Many times I have fantasized about what some of these gentlemen would be like in bed. Unbeknownst to me at the time, one of the best f.u.c.ks in the place was my fellow bartender, Fred.

We constantly kidded around with each other behind the bar. One night he was in front of the beer cooler. As I bent down for a beer, he motioned toward his crotch and said, "While you're down there..." In the back of my mind I knew he wanted to make it with me. I figured he hadn't made a move because I was married.

Fred is twenty-seven, not much taller than me, and very handsome. He's also one of the sweetest men I've met. He's the favorite of all the c.o.c.ktail waitresses in the place.

On one particularly slow night the waitresses and I were talking, and the conversation centered on the male employees and the sizes of their c.o.c.ks. Poor Fred was getting so h.o.r.n.y overhearing us girls talk so vividly about s.e.x, he was nearly sitting in the ice bins to keep his bulging c.o.c.k from bursting his pants.

There were three bartenders on that night. Since business didn't pick up, the boss said Fred and I could leave. It was getting near closing time, so rather than driving somewhere else, we changed our clothes and stayed there for a few.

A slow song came on and Fred asked me to dance. On the floor, he held me close to him. I could feel his hardened p.r.i.c.k push against my stomach. It really turned me on. I've never cheated on my husband before, but this guy had my jeans soaked at the crotch in seconds!

Soon I was unaware of everything else. Only the music, Fred, and his hard c.o.c.k were on my mind. Needless to say, we ended up at his place. His roommate was gone, so we had the whole place to ourselves. Fred led me to the bedroom and slowly undressed me, then himself. He lowered me to the bed and started kissing and licking every inch of my quivering body. I reached down for his c.o.c.k and uttered a gasp when I saw how huge it was.

I started tonguing his b.a.l.l.s, taking each one into my mouth. We got into a 69 and Fred attacked my burning c.u.n.t with such skill that I came moments after his tongue touched my c.l.i.t. Fred turned me around and kissed me. I tasted my juice on his mustache and it nearly drove me wild. He pulled me on top of him and drove his rod into me. Luckily, I was really juiced up or I don't think I could have taken all of him.

I felt like a virgin again! After I had come half a dozen more times, Fred was still moaning, saying, "You feel so good, I don't ever want to come. I just want to keep doing this all night long."

I soon couldn't take it anymore, and begged him to come. He finally did, and it felt like he pumped a full gallon of j.i.s.m into me before he finished. But that wasn't all-we f.u.c.ked until the sun came up.

-G.L., New York, New York.

A Tempting Temp.

I am a thirty-eight-year-old vice president of a small high-technology firm in Virginia. I have very average looks. I have a pretty good sense of humor, but since I'm involved in reducing expenses and have had to let people go in the past, I'm feared by most of the employees.

Three weeks ago our telephone operator took a long vacation. Through a temporary agency, we hired Victoria. Victoria is five-foot-three and has blonde hair, warm brown eyes, and a knockout body. She looks younger than her twenty-three years. I flirted with her, and we got to know each other pretty well. As her last day approached, I asked her if she would like to go out. I told her I would try to round up some of the employees and we'd all have a couple of farewell drinks. She said she'd love to, but would need a ride home. I told her I would gladly take care of that.

On her last day, Victoria wore a hot red dress that revealed much of her cute, young cleavage. We arrived at the bar and ordered beers. She sat close to me and we talked about this and that. The music was loud, and as we talked we needed to be nearly cheek to cheek in order to hear each other. Victoria occasionally leaned forward, offering me a great view of her two heavenly orbs. She went to the bathroom and I was quickly taken aside by my manager, Lisa. She told me to watch out because Victoria was a notorious heartbreaker, and had been telling all the girls at work that I was most likely to have the "biggest one" of all the men at the office. I laughed and told Lisa not to worry, that I was thirty-eight years old and could handle myself.

Victoria had quite a few drinks. Since I was driving, I didn't drink that much. We got into the car. When I reached for the emergency brake, I semiaccidentally brushed Victoria's thigh with my hand. That was all her drunk little brain needed. She began to tell me that she had been attracted to me from the moment she met me. She had asked everyone at the office about me, and knew my age, middle name, and even birthplace. She told me she had hoped I would give her a ride home.

At a stoplight she gave me one of the most sensual, warm, wet kisses I have ever had. Then she continued to tell me how she felt about me. By the next traffic light my s.h.i.+rt was unb.u.t.toned and she was telling me how exciting a hairy chest like mine was. By then I managed to come to my senses, realizing she was not joking around. I was not that kind of guy, and told her so. Her advances continued. Soon she had unzipped my fly and was gently caressing me. I told her again that I wasn't that kind of guy. She then said, "Okay, okay. Just pull over so I can kiss you good night before we get to my house."

I hesitated for a moment, then pulled over. I kissed her in a full embrace, and couldn't resist touching her perfect b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I reached into her red lace bra and lifted out a perfectly proportioned size C t.i.t. I kissed, sucked, and caressed her sweet breast for a few seconds, then fortified my resolve to not be that kind of guy.

I got back behind the wheel and headed toward her home. Undaunted by my lack of interest, Victoria continued to undress me, refusing to tell me where she lived. She undid my pants again and grabbed my aching member with her lips. She sucked my c.o.c.k and I blew my load into her mouth.

After that she told me where she lived, and we finally reached her house. I gave her a kiss and she said in amazement, "You said no! You said no! No man has ever said no to me!" With that, she left.

I couldn't help but call her a couple of days later. I asked her to wear the same red dress. She did, and it looked even more spectacular this time. I picked her up and we went directly to my apartment. The minute we were inside we began to rip each other's clothes off. We were in the bedroom in seconds. Her body was more beautiful than I had imagined, and her talents were far superior to anyone else's I'd ever been with.

The next day I called her and proposed. She hung up on me. Where do they come from?

-Name and address withheld.

Pennies From Heaven.

I never believed that there was truth to the old saying about finding pennies and picking them up.

I'm a nice-looking, twenty-four-year-old guy. I was working in Nashville and staying at a hotel downtown. My friend Tom met me at the bar there one night. We observed all the hot prospects for a while. Then I returned to my room to grab my hotel charge card, foreseeing a long evening ahead.

When I got to the elevator, a bellboy asked me if I had a nickel for five pennies. I was going to just give him the nickel, but he insisted I take the five s.h.i.+ny pennies in his palm.

"I am going to the bar," I said. "Maybe they'll help me get lucky."

"Yeah, man," he replied, "five lucky pennies. I bet you'll score five lucky women."

"I'll settle for one," I said, smiling as I took the pennies.

I was still smiling when I set the coins on the bar while explaining to Tom that we couldn't lose since I had the lucky pennies.

A short while later a s.e.xy-looking woman, who looked to be about thirty, came to the bar to demand a tequila sunrise. She was dressed in a conservative suit that was tight-fitting and unb.u.t.toned in the front.

She walked right between Tom and me and introduced herself, exposing a nice piece of breast in the process. Her name was Lisa. When the band started playing, she let us know that she loved to dance. She turned to leave, looked down at the bar, and picked up one of my pennies, saying it was her lucky day.

Tom and I didn't doubt the pennies for a minute as we watched her walk away, her snug-fitting dress outlining her slender a.s.s. Smiling at Tom, I went after her to ask her if she wanted to dance.

We went out there under the flas.h.i.+ng lights and started b.u.mping and grinding, really getting down. Suddenly I was grabbed by my belt loops. I turned to see a melon-breasted blonde latched tightly on to me. I was in the mood for anything, and just kept on dancing. With all the belly-rubbing and hip-grinding, I felt like I was in the middle of a s.e.x orgy, right there on the dance floor.

After dancing to the point of exhaustion, Lisa retired to the ladies' room. While I was waiting, the blonde walked up to me. She introduced herself as Dagny. She stood close enough for me to see her nipples protruding through her blouse and asked me to go out to her car with her. She ran a finger up my thigh and said, "You know, my boyfriend is really mad at you for talking to me like this."

I followed her eyes to the side of the dance floor and saw two mean-looking rednecks looking at me. About that time Lisa returned, and I quickly walked away with her. The blonde burst out, "I hope you have fun with that dried-up old b.i.t.c.h!"

Before Lisa could answer the taunt, I hustled her out the door and into the hotel lobby. She asked me where I lived, and I told her on the fifth floor of the hotel. She grabbed my hand and together we made a beeline to the elevator.

Before my door closed we were locked in a heated kiss. I unb.u.t.toned her dress and she sat on the bed to remove my s.h.i.+rt. Then she eased my jeans and underwear to the floor. She kissed her way up my thigh and pulled my member into her mouth. I pulled away from her and lifted her slip over her head. I started kissing her pert, pink-nippled b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I buried a finger in her hot, hairy bush. She was rolling her head, and moaned wildly before collapsing on top of me.

She quickly slipped my rod into her bush. I rode her, holding her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as she screamed loud enough to attract hotel security. I pulled out and planted my face in her p.u.s.s.y. After licking her for a while, I slid back inside her and she began to buck like a bronco.

We pounded wildly, and when I came, I lifted her a.s.s up and squeezed her crotch against me as I shot a huge wad deep inside her. After savoring my d.i.c.k in her come-stuffed c.u.n.t as long as she could, she suddenly bolted off the bed, got dressed, left me her business card, and was out the door.

I dressed and deliriously made it back to the bar to see how Tom was doing. He was making time with the beautiful blonde hostess. She seemed too sophisticated to go home with a customer, but Tom had a lucky penny in his pocket. He told me later that she was grabbing for his p.e.c.k.e.r after their first date. And I still have three pennies left!

-Name and address withheld.

Like Fine Wine.

When I was in high school, my extremely well-endowed girlfriend used to jokingly promise me that she would let me screw her. In spite of a lot of heavy petting, I never got inside her panties.

Twenty years later, at the end of a bad marriage, I wrote to her parents and they forwarded me her address-in j.a.pan. We started writing regularly, and there was a constant suggestion of that unfulfilled promise in our letters. We finally managed to arrange a two-day meeting in San Francisco. She was going to be in the States visiting family and I was going to be in town for a big medical convention.

We had gone out hundreds of times, but I still found myself getting excited when I arrived in Frisco. After checking into my hotel and taking a quick shower, I called her. She invited me up. I was as nervous as h.e.l.l, realizing a twenty-three-year-old dream might finally be coming true.

She met me at the door. I could see right away that the years had been kind to her t.i.ts. They were as full as ever. In less than a minute we were on the bed, fully clothed, reacquainting each other with our tongues. My c.o.c.k-which she had only rubbed through my jeans, years ago-she now pulled out. I began peeling off her clothes and started sucking her huge t.i.ts while she went to serious work on my c.o.c.k.

I thought it funny that we had hardly said h.e.l.lo, and there I was with my face in her crotch in a 69. After a little wiggling I had my tongue slipping down her soaking-wet panties. She was licking me from my b.a.l.l.s to my navel. I rolled her panties off and she began to moan, arching her back.