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Administrator — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 11:38:41 +0000

What was even more surprising to me was that my sexual excitement was greatest whenever I fantasized my wife Kristin making love to Dianne while I was watching. In these fantasies, Kristin and Dianne totally shared their bodies -- there was no inhibition of any kind. The number 69 appeared often in my mind. And I imagined my throbbing, erect penis being inside Dianne's vagina from the rear, while Kristin, my beautiful wife, was in front massaging Dianne's clitoris and sucking on her breasts, and that Dianne was massaging Kristin's swollen clitoris. And I imagined that we all came to orgasm at the same time this way. What a fantasy!
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Sun Tan And Sex

Administrator — Wed, 15 Aug 2007 10:10:17 +0000

There is something so sensual about the beach…the
hot sun warming, the pounding of the waves, wearing
skimpy clothing, the night life of the bars, a strange
bedroom where you don’t have to clean up afterwards. I
always over indulge all my appetites at the beach. I eat
too much, drink too much…
We arrived at the hotel and checked in. Our room
was high up in the hotel, overlooking the beach. As
Craig set the bags in the room, I opened the sliding
glass door to the balcony and stepped out. It was going
be a beautiful sunny day. I couldn’t wait to sit out on
the beach. Craig disappeared into the bathroom and I
swiftly changed into my bikini. It was a white strapless
number cut high on the sides that really set off my tan
and dark hair well.

All Girls

Administrator — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 16:11:13 +0000

Jim walked into his classroom the first day of classes, and
promptly turned around. Everyone was a girl! He began to
think that he was in the wrong place, so he left the room – or
tried to at least. The teacher called after him, “Can I help you?”
Jim shrugged as everyone in the room looked right at
him. “I’m looking for room 306,” he said.
The teacher, a pretty TA, waved him in. “Come in,” she
said. “This is it.”
Jim walked in, and shuddered as all of those eyes
watched his every movement. As he walked up the stairs, he
made eye contact with a few of the girls who stared at him.
About halfway up, he noticed one girl who had the eraser of her
pencil in her mouth. Her eyes never strayed from his, as she
snaked her tongue around the red eraser, her saliva causing it
to shine in the flourescent light. Jim gulped, and continued
onward to the back. As he passed her row, he heared her giggle
with her friends behind his back.
Jim decided he didn’t want to be conspicuous, so he
moved in the very last row. There were two girls there, and
they offered the seat between them to him. He accepted, and
sat down between them. The one on the right introduced
herself as Rhonda, and the one on the left told him that she was
Kristen. Soon, Jim found out that they were best friends, and did
EVERYTHING together. He wasn’t quite sure what they meant by
that; whether or not they were teasing, or proposing, he couldn’t
tell.
Then, Rhonda dropped her pencil. It rolled between Jim’s
legs, and he started to bend over to get it, when she stopped
him. “Oh, no. That’s ok. I’ll get it.” She placed her left hand on
Jim’s thigh, and reached over to get the pencil with her free
hand. Her breasts brushed against his knee, and she squeezed
his thigh. Jim knew his imagination was taking over, and he
knew that his underwear seemed awfully tight.
Rhonda sat up, and smiled at Jim. Then, without saying
anything else, she went back to taking notes, as if nothing had
happened. Jim started retaking notes, and trying as hard as he
could to concentrate on what the TA was saying. Just then, he
saw a pencil fly over his leg again, this time from the left.
Kristen smiled sheepishly and said that she would get it. She
placed her hand even higher up on Jim’s leg, and bent over to
get her pencil. This time, she mleaned on his leg, and one
breast fell on either side of his knee. As she sat up, her hand
’slipped,’ and stroked his hard prick through the fabric.
Poor Jim. His was both relieved and frustrated as she
touched him so briefly. He honestly thought he was going to
split his jeans. That’s when Rhonda leaned over to him. “Did
she touch you?”
Jim looked at her, but before he could say anything,
Kristen retorted, “Yes. I put my hand on his leg to get my
pencil.”
“I don’t know. I thought you put your hand here.” With
that, she reached down between his legs, and placed her palm
on his fly, and applied a little pressure. Jim began to grow very
uncomfortable, and tried not to fidget in his chair.
“Right here?” Kristen moved Rhonda’s hand and replaced
it with her own. This time, however, she began to stroke him
through the denim fabric.
“Yeah. Right there.” Then it was Rhonda’s hand again,
rubbing him up and down through the jeans. “However,” she
said. “I think you should do it right, if you are going to do it at
all.”
“What do you mean?” asked Kristen.
“Watch and learn,” Rhonda said. She deftly unzipped
Jim’s fly, and released his swolen member from his underwear.
Her hand swiftly yet gently stroked him up and down. Jim, for
his part, could not believe what was going on. However, he
wasn’t about to stop either one of them now. He was too horny.
Kristen appeared to watch with keen interest. “Oh, I see
now. You mean I have to perfect my up and down motion, like
this.” She took Jim’s hand, and placed it on her own slit, after
lifting up her miniskirt, and moving his hand up and down.
Rhonda smiled widely. “Exactly!” she whispered. She
then took his other hand, and did the same. Jim got the idea,
and slipped his hands underneath their panties, and fingered
their slits. Kristen reached between his thighs, and began to
stroke his balls. Rhonda’s hand was still stroking him, as the TA
droned on in the front of the class.
Kristen and Rhonda’s hands switched places, so that
Rhonda was now kneading his balls and Kristen was pumping
him with her hand. Jim’s eyes began to roll back into his head,
and his breathing grew heavy. Rhonda leaned over to whisper
to Kristen.
“Do you want it? ‘Cause if you don’t I do.”
Kristen looked back at her best friend. “No, I like this
just the way it is. You can have him.” Rhonda smiled, and
mouthed the words ‘Thank you’ to Kristen. Kristen smiled back,
and leaned her head back against the wall. Jim’s fingers were
mesmerizing her, and she was on the brink of coming. It was
all she could do to prevent herself from screaming out loud.
Rhonda never moved back to her seat. Instead, she
lowered her head, and took his member into her mouth. Her
warm, moist mouth took Jim by surprise, and he opened his
mouth quickly, the shut it just as quickly, so as not to alert
anyone. He could feel the rushing sensation from his balls, and
looked down to see exactly what was going on. He saw Kristen’s
hand pumping him into Rhonda’s mouth, with Rhonda
carressing his balls. The sight was to much for him. He began
to squirt his load into Rhonda’s mouth. Rhonda’s sucking grew
insistent, as did her carressing. Kristen also sensed his coming,
and began to pump him faster, forcing the come into her best
friend’s mouth.
When Jim was completely dry, Rhonda sat up, and a small
amount of come ran from her lip. Kristen leaned over, and
wiped it with her finger, and then promptly put it in her mouth.
Jim wanted to return the favor, and he began working on the
two girls. Kristen was a lot farther along than Rhonda, and
came quickly. Jim could feel her pussy muscles contract about
his fingers, almost trying to draw them further and further into
her. As she finished, she let out a small whimper.
Rhonda came soon after, her hands grasping the armrests
of the chair in order to keep under control. Her knuckles
turned bleach white as the full force of her orgasm hit her, and
then she collapsed in her chair as it subsided. Her chest heaved
from the effort to keep quiet, or from the orgasm itself. It was
hard to tell. Just then, the bell rang. Quickly, all three adjusted
their clothing, and Kristen and Rhonda invited Jim back to their
room for a study session.

Clitoris Masturbation

Administrator — Fri, 18 Aug 2006 17:49:54 +0000

FROM : SOLITAIRE ONE
TO : HEATHER DAWSON
SUBJECT: NASTY TALK!!!

Heather, just as I hung up I realized that my previous response was
selfish. I onl concentrated on what would make me happy. But what you
want is what’ll make you happy. OK!! Here is my fantasy:

I’d take you into the bedroom where the lights are off and only two
candles illuminate the scene. Gently I’d slip your robe from your
shoulders, letting my lips caress your bare neck and shoulders as I
slip the straps down your arms, leaving you naked from the waist up.
Gently I reach for your nipples and touch just the end with my
fingertip, brushing the surface so lightly that you have to look down
to make sure you’re being stroked.

Kneeling behind you, I slip your gown to the floor, helping you raise
your legs so you can step out of it. Pressing gently, I force you to
bend over so your hands are on the bed as I let my tongue, moistened
with desire, slide gently down the crack of your ass, poking gently and
wetly at your anus. I feel you moan as you spread your legs farther
apart to give me access to the moist warm treasure between your legs.
Delicately I flick my tongue into the vaginal cavity, letting you feel
me trying to fuck you with it as I taste the first of many floods of
fluid gushing from your pussy.

I gently push you up on the bed and tie your hands to the bedposts
using velvet ropes, so soft that they caress rather than bind, yet so
strong that you can’t escape their confinement. I place a spreader bar
between your thighs, tying it with more velvet ropes, and I gently
caress the indentations it causes in your firm thighs.

Kissing you gently, I place the blindfold over your eyes, shutting out
all visual stimulation and insuring that you can only respond to my
actions.

I get a warm washcloth and pot of water, using the warmth to soften
your pussy hairs so I can shave you cleanly. You gasp as you feel the
coldness of the razor against your warm pussy, and you struggle sightly
as you realize what I am doing. You will look like a little girl
again, and you aren’t sure you want to revert to your childhood. As
you realize that struggling is futile, you relax, letting me complete
the task of stripping bare your treasure.

I clean you using the washcloth, and you moan as you feel the rough
cloth rubbing on your inner lips, now so engorged with lust that they
protrude at least an inch, open and moistened with the pussy cream
oozing from your cunt. I lean over and flick your clit with my tongue,
and your hips raise off the bed, searching for more stimulation.
I leave the room, leaving you in a state of excitement that builds as
you strain to listen for my return. Several times you think you feel
something on your body, caressing its sensitive surface, but its only
the air currents stroking you as a lover would.

I return. You feel something cold on your nipple and then you feel
furry things with sandpaper tongues licking your nubbins. I have
dripped thick whipping cream on your tits and have released a litter
of kittens to clean you up. Your body squirms as you try to discover
what I have done to you. Alternately you feel sharp claws digging in
as you try to dislodge the kittens on your chest, and you feel the
superb tickling as their tiny tongues worry your nipples until you
think they’ll burst.

You feel the kittens moving down your defensless body as I drip cream
on your stomach and down to the hidden treasures between your spread
legs. I don’t let the cream enter your pussy until I hear your
groaning and cussing, begging for release.

I let just one drop enter your pussy, and several of the kittens begin
to compete for it, their bodies and tongues washing all over your pussy
lips. I have a dollop of cream that has been stiffly whipped, and I
gently put it directly on your clit. All the kittens attack your clit
at once and you scream as the sensations drive you to a massive orgasm,
the cream flowing from your vagina and creating another fountain for
the kittens. As you feel the tongues in your cunt, you spasm again and
again, until you are completely exhausted, your limbs dropping to the
bed as your chest heaves as if you have just run a race.

I leave the room. You doze as the exhaustion overtakes you. When you
awaken, I am sitting beside you, but you don’t know it.

Guess what I am going to do to you now??

That’ll have to wait for later.