A Good Girl..By Craig

She was a good girl. You’d look at her and think “pink.” Even if she weren’t wearing something pink (and this would be unusual, because she almost always wore something in that shade – a fuzzy pink top, a skirt with pink polka dots, pink nail polish) you’d still think it of her. Let’s look at the way she was good. She recycled. She was the first to bring the ice cream when you finally left your jerk boyfriend and needed some convincing that he was in fact a jerk. She was nice to small children and helped lost puppies. She told the truth. She voted Democrat. She rode her bike. She didn’t eat tuna. She was good. She didn’t own a black bra. A black bra with lace on it. A black bra that was ever so sheer and treated her nipples not as two sisters to be squashed and repressed into non-sexual glands, but rather treated them as a lover would. Teasing them into hard little targets of desire and want, flaunting, poking through the black fabric, saying to the world, “Look at us, goddamn it! Don’t you want a taste?” No, she didn’t have a bra like that. A black bra. This lack in the lingerie drawer almost made sense (she did, after all have a plethora of pink bras), and may not seem like a big deal, but it would be her key to open a door that she so desperately wanted to open. It’s not what you might expect. She did not want to be a bad girl. Not really. Not fundamentally. We are who we are and she knew that and she also was smart enough to know that a black bra in and of itself wouldn’t make one a bad girl. The red leather jacket did not make James Dean. It was the actions of James Dean that made James Dean, and it would be her actions and the resulting consequences of those actions that would make her who she was and would be. The key was the bra. Behind the door it opened was the little girl who stole the package of M&Ms at the 7-11. The little girl who found herself skirt up, panties down, bottom over the knee of her father later that night. The little girl who learned a lesson about being good. About character. About who she was. Fundamentally. The next day, her bottom still smarting and pink (ironic, isn’t it?) the little girl went back to the 7-11 and paid for the M&M’s. Those M&Ms became not “a” package of M&Ms; but “the” package of M&Ms. Years later, little girl was gone. Closed and locked behind a door of the good girl’s making. A door of shouldn’ts, couldn’ts and wouldn’ts, slammed tight with all a force of will that would impress a German philosopher. Until tonight. Tonight she’s getting ready. She hooks the bra. Her fingers shake. She twists it around her waist, pulls it up, and adjusts it over her breasts. These breasts celebrate. There is a sinking feeling in her stomach that doesn’t stop until it gets to her pussy. She rubs as she pulls on her panties. A skirt. A white blouse. The bra, being black, is more than a simple fashion statement. It is declaration. The waiters notice. The people at the restaurant notice. He notices. The little girl pokes her head around the open door and gulps. There’s that sinking feeling again. For the first time, the little girl notices the hard nipples. She feels good. She feels bad. She feels nasty. They skip dessert and go to his place. The little girl – as much as she loves all things chocolate with the exception of M&Ms – doesn’t mind. Afterwards. Still wearing the bra. He looked at her anew. “That was amazing.” She can only moan. “No, really, really, like mind-blowing amazing.” She stops moaning to say the only thing that makes sense, “We fucked. We didn’t make love. We fucked.” “Yes, my dear, we did,” he laughs. She closes her eyes, reliving the moment and little girl speaks up. “It was the bra, it’s black.” He’d noticed, of course, but now, since it’s been pointed out, he’s conscious of it. Of not just how new it is, and how sexy it is, and how strange it was she insisted she keep it on as he was pulling this bit of clothing and that bit off of her, but how it seems to have changed her. “It’s nice. Is it new?” A voice, languid and without care answers, “I stole it.” It is the little girl, post-coital, awash in her newfound sexuality. “I was at that boutique on Maiden Lane and I saw it and I wanted it and I just put it into my purse and just left.” She opens her eyes and there’s that sinking feeling again, now only stronger and she wants nothing so much as to spread her legs once again and let him take her but she does something else that surprised her more than it did him. She gets on her knees and making her way over to where he rests, his back against the headboard, settles over his lap. She raises her ass, inviting. Holding her breath. She wants it so badly. Slap. She breathes out. “I stole it.” Slap. This one not so tentative. SLAP! She moans. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! “Please.” He stays his hand. “Do you want me to stop?” “No. Please more.” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! “More, more, more, more, more….” He settles into a steady rhythm. Soon his hand is smarting, but he doesn’t stop. SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP. Her nipples harden in the black bra. SLAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She wet. She is dripping on his leg, she is moaning. The little girl is gone. The good girl is gone. She is all that remains – she, herself, the woman – and he stops spanking and rolls her onto her back and enters her.

The Filipino Maid

Curt drove the 36" wide mower up the ramp on onto the trailer attached to the back of his pickup truck. He cut the engine and wiped the sweat from his face with a clean rag. He couldn't remember when it was so damned hot. He tipped his hat back on his head and took the pruning sheers and weed wacker out of the back. He still had at least another hour of work before he was done here, and he was out of water. Fifteen minutes later, he'd had it. He went to the back door of the main house and rang the bell. He'd seen servants around the house before and only hoped that someone was home today.
The door opened; he felt the cool rush of air conditioning blast his face, chest, and legs. The breeze was soothing and he hoped that he would be invited in while someone got him a glass of water. It was the young Filipino woman with mocha skin who answered the door that made him hot again. She was slender, but filled out her fitted uniform in all the right places. She had deep brown almond-shaped eyes and wore the slighted bit of makeup. Her shoes were sensible and black; her skirt was much shorter than was practical. Her smile was bright and wide and inviting.
"May I help you?" she asked. "I'm Curt, the lawn guy, and I was hoping that you might be able to get me a glass of water. It's hot out here." He could barely control his cock; his dirty mind raced. Curt imagined him getting her alone in the cabana, bending her over the back of a chaise lounge and fucking her sweet, dark pussy from behind.
"Come in," she said as she opened the door.
Despite the frosty inside of the house, his cock was pushing hard against his cutoffs. All of a sudden, going commando didn't seem like such a great idea; his cock threatened to pop out the shortened leg when he reached into his pocket and grabbed his stiff shaft.
"Please wait here. I'll get you a glass of ice water. Would you like a slice of lemon?"
"Sure." The maid smiled, turned and walked away. Each step she took, each wiggle of her ass, made the blood pound in his head. He looked down and saw the grass clippings and dust stuck to his sweaty skin and hair. Damned, he thought. If only I wasn't so grimy, but maybe I can get her number before I leave.
The dry, air-conditioned air made his nipples small and hard, but his cock was hot and raging in his shorts. Alone, his dirty little fantasies hijacked his mind and made him hard. Curt wondered what it would be like to take her bent over the pool table that he was sure they had downstairs. Even better, he thought, what would it be like if she sucked him then rode him on top of the pool table.
She came back, walking down the hallway with a glass of ice water with a slice of lemon. As she got close, she dropped the napkin that was under the glass on the floor, but didn't seem to notice. Curt took the tall glass with a smile and a thank you. He drank; she watched. When he was about half done he told her, "You dropped a napkin on the floor," and pointed behind her. She turned around, took two steps and bent over at the waist to retrieve the napkin. Curt couldn't believe his luck or his eyes. He saw garter straps attached to the top of her stockings and flash of her ass. What he didn't see was underwear. He swallowed hard and his cock sprung to life, peeking out from the bottom of his shorts.
She turned around with the napkin in her hand; there was nothing he could do about his cock without being obvious, so he drank some water.
"Thank you," she said holding up the napkin but looking at his crotch. "No, thank you," Curt replied holding up the water but thinking about her taut, sweet ass. The maid looked at him. She batted her eyes and asked, "Do you really have so much more to do?" She took a step forward and slowly reached for his crotch. She took his cockhead in the palm of her hand then ran her nails up the underside of his hardened shaft until she reached his balls.
He inhaled sharply. Oh it felt good. "No, about an hour's worth."
"Care to wash up a little and take a break?"
Curt placed the glass on the table, put his hands on her hips, and kissed her. She tasted sweet like honey; her straight silky hair smelled faintly of lilacs. The maid returned his kiss gently and passionately.
"What kind of break?" "I was thinking perhaps a blowjob break; I could really use one of those, plus your dick looks so ready. Maybe later we can have a fuck break too. What do you think? Interested?"
"Ain't no doubt about that, Darlin'. Where's the washroom?"
He followed the maid's twitching ass from the back door, through the house to a luxurious bathroom with a large shower enclosed by frosted glass.
"Why don't you just put your dirty things in this towel and take a shower?"
Curt stripped and did as he was told. He watched her as she watched him peel of his shorts and have his dick spring free already erect. The maid left the bathroom and he took a refreshing shower, watching the dirt and grass clippings wash off his body. As he was rinsing off, the shower door opened and in stepped the naked maid. Her body could only be described as succulent. Her waist was narrow, but she had big tits and wide hips with a flat belly. Her mocha skin was evenly colored all over but for her large chocolate nipples. Her pussy was unshaven but when he touched it, it was soft and silky like the hair on her head.
As he touched her pussy, she let out a soft moan. Curt stroked her pussy again, but this time more firmly; her moan was louder. Curt cupped her pussy in his hand and began massaging her wetness. She grabbed on to his shoulder and rocked her hips while he rubbed her. Suddenly, she trembled from head to toe, let out a short sharp yell, then dropped into a squat. She put one hand on his ass and the other on his balls then began sucking and licking his cockhead. Water ran down the back of her head and he eased her face closer so she could get more of his cock in her sweet mouth. Her tongue was warm magic velvet and she knew how to use it. She licked hard and soft the flesh under the rim of his bulging cockhead. She ran her hands over his thighs and ass as she enthusiastically sucked. She hit all the right spots to get him hard and ready to cum.
Curt's knees wobbled; she was relentless, and he loved it. She sucked and licked and stroked him harder and faster once she sensed that he was getting ready to shoot his wad. His whole body stopped and shivered as he delivered his hot cum load into the back of her throat. She couldn't get enough; she moaned as she sucked harder, pulling every drop of semen from his shaft.
When she was done sucking, she stood up, turned around, and soaped her ass crack with thick liquid soap. Reaching between her legs she grabbed his cock and nestled it between her muscular butt cheeks. With her hand trapping his dick in the groove, she moved her ass up and down as she flexed her butt. "Oh, yeah that makes me hot," she said. Curt grunted and didn't argue. After the blowjob she just gave him, he would let her do about anything. If she wanted her butt cheeks fucked, then that's what he'd do.
"You're so nice baby, such a big, thick cock. It makes it all that much more fun to fuck." She slid her ass up and down his dick a few more times then looked over her shoulder. "I need you in my ass baby, it that okay? Would you mind fucking my ass? I haven't had a good ass fucking in a long time." Curt went from mahogany hard to diamond hard in a heartbeat. Did he want to fuck her ass? Does an Englishman like tea? Holy crap! He could hardly believe his ears!
"What's the matter," she asked. "You don't want to fuck my ass?"
"Oh, yeah, baby, I want to fuck your hot tight ass."
The maid smiled. "Good." She washed the soap off and spread hair conditioner all over his cock and her asshole. "Warm me up with your fingers, huh baby?"
Curt complied. He took his middle finger, coated it with conditioner, and massaged her asshole. The maid moaned the whole time, so he slipped it inside. At first he only went as far as his first knuckle, but then she pushed her ass into his hand so that he was in up to his middle knuckle. Slowly, he wiggled his finger and withdrew almost all the way before going back in again. The maid moaned and groaned with every stroke.
"Stop teasing me. I want your cock in my ass now," she said looking over he shoulder.
Not wanting to disappoint her, Curt spread the conditioner on his cockhead and gently pressed against her dark brown, puckered asshole. He felt her relax and practically suck his cock into her ass.
"Oh baby! You're sooooo big inside of me. Be gentle, go slow."
Curt grabbed her by the hips and slowly pushed his cock into her ass. He pushed an inch or so, came back a little then pushed more until he was buried to his balls in her ass. She was tighter than any pussy he had ever fucked. It was hot and slick and tight around the base of his cock, as if her ass was trying to milk him of his cum. Curt started pumping; he couldn't help it. As he pumped his cock in and out of her ass, the maid moaned louder and louder. Her moans were like cheers, egging him on, pleading for more. The more she moaned, the harder he fucked. The harder he fucked her tight ass, the more he moaned. He reached around with one hand and began massaging her clit and she went wild.
Her little moans came fast and hard; his grunts came fast and hard as he picked up the speed of his fucking. Suddenly he felt her body stiffen with orgasm. Three strokes later, he joined her, shooting hot cum into her ass. Slowly, he withdrew his fading hard-on until he pulled out with a little pop.
Quickly, she turned around and washed his cock.
"When's the next time the lawn has to be cut?" she asked.

Help With My Homework

was 16 at the time and had only really been interested in sports. Rachel was the same age and good at math, so that evening when my parents were away at a concert, she came round to my house to help with the homework. Sitting on the bed, she spotted a soft porn mag of my father's that I had rescued from the bin. "Do you enjoy wanking?" she asked. I was shy but had to admit that I did, whereupon she asked if she could watch me do it. Surprising myself, I got my cock out, laid on the bed, and started stroking it. She watched with interest and was soon to see wads of come spurting from my dick. She carefully cleaned me up with some tissues and asked if she could touch my now sagging dick.
I had never been with a girl before and the excitement was incredible. She started to stroke me as I had done before, and within a couple of minutes I was spurting more come all over my belly. Once again she obliged with the tissues and asked if I would like to touch her. How could I refuse? She pulled her short skirt up to her waist and opened her legs, exposing her white panties. She put my hand on her crotch. I was surprised because she was very wet and I thought she had peed herself. She was obviously enjoying it with the noises she was making. After a few minutes she asked me if I wanted to do it. She removed her panties and lay on the bed with her legs wide open. She told me to climb on top and do what I read in the magazine.
Getting on top was easy, but I couldn't find her cunt with my cock. After considerable squirming and help from her hand, I was inside her. The feeling was exquisite and I couldn't help but thrust away quickly. I came again within seconds of entering her. All I wanted to do now was sleep, but she undid her blouse and lifted her tits from out of her bra and put my hands on them. Till then I had been shrinking inside her but now things were starting to happen again. My cock was hard again and I started to slowly move inside her. This time I took things a bit more slowly and probably managed to fuck her for about five minutes before coming again. It was only after she had left that I realized that this had not been her first time.

Matts Eyes...By SteveSaint

Life as I knew it was over when I looked into his eyes that day. Those beautiful blue eyes, seeming to glimpse deep down into my soul-eyes of cool fire that wrecked my life.My name is Jeanine Oliver. Before that day, I had been happily married (really!) for over 18 years, although I've experienced some angst lately from celebrating (?) my 40th birthday. I have one child, a daughter named Marie, who's a 17-year-old high school senior. My husband says I have good genes, his way of complementing me on keeping a youthful shape. The truth of the matter is I work at it, exercising regularly-some would say religiously-either at home or at the gym. No bragging, but my younger sister no longer wants to be seen with me at the beach; she says I look too good in a bikini. My husband, Jim, still has the hots for me; we make love often, but not as frequently as when we were first married, I must admit.The day that changed my life was the day Marie brought her new boyfriend home to meet Jim and me. She appears to be smitten with him. Matt had been seeing Marie for a few months now, and has asked if he could escort her to her senior prom. Since he's in college and a couple of years older than Marie, we wanted to meet him first. Marie arranged to bring Matt over later in the day, so I used the intervening time to do some cleaning around the house. I put on my favorite, comfortable white bikini and started cleaning. I was out back, tidying around the pool, when I heard Marie call out for me from the front of the house. Oh shit, they're early; well, Marie can show Matt around the house while we wait for Jim, and I can change out of my suit. I responded to Marie's call by hollering for them to meet me by the pool.When Matt walked through the patio door, my heart stopped. Oh God! Curly blonde hair, blue eyes, lean yet muscular, and nicely tanned, he was something to look at. And he was certainly looking at me.I could have been naked the way he was checking me out from head to toe. When those fantastic blue eyes locked on mine I could feel the heat spread through me; sensing my nipples harden, feeling like a hive of bees buzzing around and through me. I stammered an "excuse me" and quickly went to the bedroom to change. I keep imagining those eyes and that body. When I slide out of my bikini bottoms, I'm amazed to find the whole crotch area soaking wet. I reach down and probe my vulva. I'm so wet my fingers practically fall between my well-lubricated labia; I think of Matt's eyes and body-what would it be like to have him touch me, I wonder? I imagine Matt's naked body over me as I masturbate to a quick climax. Have I ever had an orgasm so intense? What got over me? I gather my senses, get dressed and go downstairs to speak with Marie and Matt. Can they see my post-climactic glow? Matt is polite, but I can see the way he is looking at me-or is it just my overheated imagination? I'm trying not to look directly into his eyes, or I'll swoon. Marie is oblivious to my distress, though, as all her attention is on Matt and you can't blame her, I think.maybe I'm lucky Jim isn't home yet. After some small talk, I let Marie know I approve of Matt (if only she knew how much!) and that she could go to the prom with him. When Jim finally gets home, the kids are gone. He asks me what I think of Matt, and I answer, "He seems to be a nice young man." I hope he doesn't see on my face what's in my mind. Later that night in bed, I believe I surprised Jim by the ferociousness with which we made love. Fantasy-Matt was my lover, not my husband.In the weeks leading up to the prom, I realize my growing jealousy of my own daughter: she will have Matt, not me. That's right-instead of being a Mom and worrying about prom night, I'm jealous Matt will fuck her and not me. Can I really be in heat over a man I've met once and is young enough to be my son? The night of the prom, I'm just as fidgety-nervous as Marie. When Matt arrives at our front door, and I look into those eyes once again, I need all my willpower not to jump his bones right there in the foyer. After they leave, I excuse myself from Jim and head to the bathroom upstairs, where I feverishly masturbate. I knew something was wrong when I see Marie late the next morning. Marie and I had a pretty good mother/daughter relationship; I knew she wasn't a virgin and I made sure she was on the pill, so I wondered what was bothering her (sex? did Matt hurt her?) I wait for an opportune moment to ask Marie what was wrong. To my surprise, she explains she is very much in love with Matt, that although they had had sex before, (I can feel the jealousy rise again, overpowering my motherly instincts!) Matt seems to have lost interest lately and didn't want to make love to her after the prom. Marie doesn't believe he has another girlfriend, since Matt has been spending the same amount of time with her than earlier. She does believe she's losing him for some reason. My God, am I the reason for his sudden change of interest? I find it hard to believe, but the thought does intrigue me. I can't shake the fantasy of Matt taking me in his arms and fucking me silly. Can it really be? Is this just my libido talking? I console Marie with soothing, motherly words, yet at the same time I'm beginning to plan making my fantasy come true. The mother in me wants to put Matt to the test; the woman in me wants him to fail. A week and a half following the prom, I invite Matt over to the house to talk, hinting, but not actually saying Marie would be home. I knew Marie had classes all day and Matt only had an early morning class, and Jim of course would be in the office. I wear my shortest shorts and an old halter-top without a bra. When I answer the door for Matt, it's clear he is both surprised and turned-on by what he sees. He's wearing shorts and a loose fitting polo shirt. I invite him in and offer him a beer, even though I know he's underage-he must think it's a trap so he refuses it. I have him sit on the sofa and I sit next to him. Stop looking into those eyes or you'll lose it-got to keep cool Jeanine, I keep thinking. We talked of college, Marie, Marie's future, and his life growing up. While we talk, I focus on Matt's hands: somewhat out-of-proportion larger than the rest of him. I'm thinking: is it true what they say about men's hands and feet? I draw a mental image of a lon! g, thick cock coiled in Matt's pants. I must have been momentarily overcome by the fantasy image, since when I refocused on Matt he was looking at me strangely (had I made a noise?) I can't help it; I want him to take me. My nipples are erect and tingly (I'm sure he can see them through my thin top), and my pussy is soaking wet (can he smell my woman-musk?)"Are you OK, Mrs. Oliver?" Matt says, sounding innocent enough, but he's not blind.he can see my arousal. "Can I get you something?""I'm good." (Good and ready to have you fuck me!) I move closer to him on the sofa, placing a hand on his bare thigh. He doesn't know how to respond. I can see it on his face.go for it.or play it safe? The growing bulge in his shorts tells me all. My mind flashes back to how he stared at me in my bikini the first time we met. "We have the whole day to ourselves, Matt," I whisper, my voice growing hoarse from anticipation. "I'm yours.take me."Matt's eyes bulge in response to my directness, yet his eyes aren't the only thing bulging. I lean into him, gaze into his eyes and I'm gone. My tongue darts into his mouth as I caress the swelling in his shorts. In his excitement, he fumbles with my halter-top, but can't get it undone. I stop him, rise from the sofa, take him by the hand and lead him to the bedroom. Motioning for him to stand still, I face him and drop the halter to the floor, freeing my breasts. Larger and pointier than Marie's, my breasts with their dark, protruding nipples have Matt mesmerized. When he reaches to touch them, I shake my head 'no' and in a husky, aroused voice ask him to remove his shirt. With his shirt off, I lean into him and kiss him again, pressing my tingling nipples into his chest. I undo his shorts and let them fall to his ankles. When I sink to my knees to remove his briefs, I'm stunned and exhilarated by what's in front of me. The outline of his erect cock is immense, w! ith its head poking out above the waistline. I slide down the briefs and embrace his magnificent member. My hands and then my lips play over its full length. I WANT THIS IN ME plays like a mantra in my brain; I've never felt like this before-total abandonment of will.He's breathing hard, wanting me to blow him, but I don't. Rising from my knees, I drop my shorts and wet undies to the floor and lay down on the bed, nodding for him to join me (quick!) He awkwardly kicks off his sneakers and the shorts gathered around his ankles, and hastily climbs between my parted thighs. I'm wide open and ready-no foreplay required. Without hesitation, Matt enters me and begins his rhythmic thrusts. Every sense is on overload: I smell the musk of my womanly juices; I look into his blue eyes; I taste his tongue as it probes mine; I hear myself making small keening sounds as I feel his cock stretch me and fill me. His pace quickens as he nears climax. When I scream "aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAH" in an ever-louder crescendo, a part of my overloaded mind realizes this orgasm really began when he first penetrated me, all I just did was hit a new plateau, one I've never experienced before in my life. Matt makes a series of grunting noises then his whole body shudders as he grinds his pelvis into mine and shoots his load deep into me. I feel at least 6 or 7 spasms inside my vagina-wow, did he really cum that much? Amazingly, that final deep thrust and the pulsing of his climax again takes me over the edge, my new orgasm so intense I almost pass out. We lay there a while, arms, legs and torsos entwined in a sweaty knot of spent flesh. I feel the ooze of his cum and my juices leak from me down the crack of my ass, and it FEELS GOOD."I, ah, ah.Mrs. Oliver.I never.ah.Marie.ah.""Sssh" I whisper to him, holding an index finger to my lips. "Matt, that was the best fuck I've ever had," surprising myself with my blunt words. "You are not going to leave this house today until you fuck me some more...understood?"He mutters a few rather incomprehensible phrases, trying to get his mind around the idea that not only has he just fucked his girlfriend's mother, but she also wants more today! I cut off his mumbling by kissing him full on the lips, plunging my tongue into his mouth. I'm usually a closed-eyes kisser, but today all I want to do is gaze into those eyes of his, which is what I do. During our kiss, I feel his cock begin to stir. I break away and jump out of bed, pulling him with me. "Let's go take a shower, ok," I say teasingly as I lead him to the master bath. Because of our rush to intercourse, we are only now able to take full measure of each other's body. The way Matt is looking at me sends dizzying waves of heat through me-the thrill of not being the least bit self-conscious of showing off my 40-year-old physique. My pride turns to lust as I look over Matt's body. He's every woman's dream: young, tanned, tight, nice ass, and 8-9 inches of very thick manhood between his legs. My pussy is dripping again. I grab his cock and pull him into the shower stall. After adjusting the water to a low spray, I fall into him and we kiss, keeping my eyes open and looking into his baby blues. I reach for the soap and hand it to him. He begins to lather my body, spending an inordinate amount of time rubbing soap on and around my breasts. He's obviously taken by my ample chest, his cock growing as he soaps me. The attention to my sensitive breasts and hard nipples is getting me going too. "Fuck me," is all I manage to moan as I turn and-bent over and grasping the shower controls-offer my ass to him. He rubs the head of his cock over my clit a few times while positioning himself for entry. When one or two of these 'passes' strokes my anus, I'm electrified. Before he even gets the head between my labia, I groan "Oh God, I'm cumming," and slam my ass back at him, impaling myself on his cock. He's surprised by my quick climax so he doesn't immediately pick up the rhythm. I'm on fire.my orgasm seems to be ongoing (is that possible?) as my insides continue clenching and rippling. One thought and one thought only is burned into my brain-I NEED HIM IN MY ASS. After watching a XXX video on one occasion, my husband Jim took me anally, but it was clumsy and messy and, although I liked it we never did it again. This is different. I reach behind me and push Matt out. Before he can react, I grab his hard cock, place the pre-cum-lubricated head at my anus and sort of wriggle it in. Like an animal, he grunts and thrusts his cock almost all the way on the first push. My head explodes in a rush of sweet pleasure-pain as my sphincter is stretched to the limit. Matt grabs a breast in each hand for leverage, keeping the animalistic grunts and thrusts going as he pounds into my ass. I scream a long, low "ah" for maybe a minute as my insides convulse in wave after wave of delight. I didn't even realize one of my hands was stroking my pussy until one of the orgasmic convulsions squirts a stream of woman-juice, coating my hand in the liquid.I've heard stories of female ejaculation, but always thought they were male fantasies. The squirting cum from my pussy was an amazing reality. In one final thrust Matt unloads deep into my rectum; I feel the ejaculatory twitches of his cock and the spreading warmth of his ample semen as it coats my bowels.After showering and toweling each other dry, I lead Matt back to bed. "Could you see my need the first time we met?""God, Mrs. Oliver.when I saw you in that bikini.I, ah.you're the most beautiful woman I think I've ever met.you're all I've been thinking about.""Please Matt, call me Jeanine." I'm looking into those blue eyes again and I can't focus on anything else. "You knew I wanted you too that day, didn't you?""Oh, yes, Mrs. O.I mean Jeanine. I, ah, saw how wet you were down there.your bottoms.ah, and you were having a hard time breathing.I knew." After a hesitation, he starts "Marie.""No, Matt, this isn't about Marie," I bark, "this about you and me.this is about what we want." My voice lowers to a whisper, ".what we need." While we lay next to each other, I start touching and stroking his cock, which begins to grow to its glorious length and girth once more. Matt, aroused and ready to go, tries to mount me but I stop him.Gazing into those hypnotic eyes yet again, "Matt.do you want me?" When he nods his head, I add, "I don't mean today, I mean forever. I'm offering myself to you.I'm yours." I won't let him answer, smothering him with another open-eyed kiss. The look in those blue eyes is a blend of lust and confusion. I push him onto his back and straddle him. When I guide his cock into me, I ponder if my pussy will ever be dry again, it's so well lubricated. I nearly faint from the feeling of fullness; I want to have this feeling forever. I bounce on his cock. Wanting to more fully savor the experience, I go slowly, my eyes drinking him in. Men must enjoy this position, I'm thinking: having the woman in control, looking up at her flushed face, watching her breasts bounce up and down. I can see Matt is extremely turned-on, his eyes focused on my bounding breasts. I can feel his cock thicken within me, ready to spurt. He's not going to cum without me, I think. Wow! Watching him about to cum is a sight! He closes his eyes yet opens his mouth, breathing very hard, beads of sweat springing from his forehead, letting out a low groan. My mind says: I NEED TO SEE HIM CUM. As I feel his first orgasmic tremor, I swing off h! im, swivel around and straddle his face. Holding his cock in both my hands, I give him the necessary last few strokes and he squirts his first cum-shot (a fountain!) straight up into the air. The following spurts are guided to my face and chest. I'm in girlish amazement at the volume of it all! All the while he's cumming, I'm grinding my pussy into Matt's mouth, his tongue (good boy!) at my clit. This time my climax is an atomic bomb-no build up, just the massive explosion-as I arch my back and scream to the ceiling. My mind is a zero while my body is at 1000. I can't remember anything else except the ecstasy.The next thing I remember is looking up into those eyes, concern painted on them. Matt is all apologetic and worried-I passed out! When I regain most of my awareness, I realize Matt must have been exploring my body. His ejaculate is coating me everywhere, massaged onto my breasts, stomach, and pubic mound. I can't get my mind around the bliss of our coupling, the heavenly glow emanating from my groin; can he comprehend the magnitude of what he's done to me? I assure him I'm ok and again guide him to the shower. We wash up; no sex this time. Before dressing, we embrace and kiss, each of us relishing the sensation of the other's hot body against our skin. Matt's cock is stirring once more, but we're done for the day.Jim will be home in a while, so I can't risk another coupling (but I WANT MORE my mind and body scream)."Matt, am I the one you want?""Yes," he murmurs."Am I the only woman you will fuck?""Yes.""Listen.you will break off with Marie.I will be your woman.we will fuck every chance we get.I will do anything you want." I continued to paint the picture and Matt listened and agreed, his eyes (THOSE EYES!) burning into me.We set a "date" (ha-ha) for the next afternoon. I would meet him on campus, and we would go to his small apartment to fuck. We explore each other fully-no position, no demand, no need left undiscovered. Hunger, that's what it is-HUNGER-I crave his splendid cock, losing myself in his eyes, and the bombs exploding in my mind.It took two weeks for Jim to suspect what was happening. I'm surprised it took that long. Was it in my eyes for all to see? Was my forever-wet pussy screaming out my desperation? Was my loosened anus begging for deliverance? Marie confronted me first; I got the "how could you" and the "I hate you" cudgels thrown at me with full force. You want to know how much they hurt? THEY DIDN'T! All I wanted was Matt; nothing else mattered.Remember me saying how my life was ruined the day I met Matt? Two days after the confrontation with Marie, it was Jim's turn. "Slut" - "bitch" - "whore" - I had them all hurled at me. When Jim told me I should leave, I didn't argue, just packed up some clothes and left. I spent about a month living with Matt, but he wasn't ready for the relationship I was looking for. Face it, I was just too demanding of this boy/man, and he eventually rejects me.A year later, I'm alone. Jim has met someone new and I'm happy for him. The divorce is proceeding through the courts. I demand nothing from Jim. My life now is a string of one-night stands; trying to rekindle the same ecstasy I experienced that day with Matt. I've been with both men and women, desirous of my body but giving nothing in return. What is missing? Is it chemistry, pheromones, psychic energy? What possesses a woman to bloom.to give herself away to the pleasure of the ultimate climax.to forever search for it? Yes, my life as I knew it was finished that day-looking into those eyes. I search for another Matt.another set of fathomless eyes to drown in.I'm hoping to one day cum again.

Sex Signs

WHAT ARE YOU?LEO (July 23 - Aug. 22)--If you fuck up just once with a Leo...That's IT. Don't be expecting them to take you back. They are not willing victims, after all, they CHOSE you...you screwed up? They can UN-Choose you just the same. They live for Menage a Trois...or Qua...or Cinco....anything in a group is okay as long as they are in the middle. Leos also like bubble baths. Once you start with a Leo...do not think you can just turn their emotions on or off like a switch...they demand satisfaction. NOW. All the stress in the world ends up in the Leo neck...They need neckrubs...they feel like they have the entire weight of the world on their head. If its kinky, a Leo has probably done it..You know Madonna's a LEO, right? She masters the Madonna/Whore/Goddess thing pretty well, huh? I wonder why? Could it be cause shes a fuckin' LEO? yep. Valmont was probably a Leo. They probably have the movie at home. Get out your furry gloves and faux mink whips for this kitten. they love soft floggers and there is a specific spot on their back right above their tailbone that is heaven to them where if touched right will actually make them purr...you think I'm bullshitting you? Try it, I dare ya. Leo likes doing doggystyle that's a given. As long as it feels good, but leos also like missionary if they are in love with there lover that is the most intimate position as you two look in each other eyes. Their underware is always..er..interesting to say the least, if they are wearing any. They LIVE for boudoir photography. They LOVE to be photographed. If they can afford a nude or semi nude photo of them..do it now. Leos are born and bred to be porn stars...even if they act prude about it..they have thought about it. The best sex partner is a Scorpio leos love them... Rubies jewels usually are their love. Love to have their hair brushed and played with. You had better be vocal in bed with them...they want to hear how well they are doing. If a Leo has chosen YOU as a mate. Just accept it and enjoy the ride. Be prepared for anything. They have no problem tying you down. They ARE the naughty school teacher, the pirate captain, the gypsy king and Cleopatra all rolled into one.you will always have the best sex ever with a leo VirgoThis is the MOST confused sign on the planet. This sign is pretty realistic: No Frills. They love to fuck in showers not because it's kinky...but because of hygenic reasons...they are big into sanitary issues. Every Virgo I have ever met has issues...always going back to hygiene. They have to arrange time in their busy scheduals to have sex...But when a reservation is made...You had better be there on time, if not a little early. With flowers. And Clean.Virgos want to make their partner happy. That's it. USUALLY. You will always get a freaky Virgo. Even so, they will TRY to get YOU to cum. And if they can't make you cum, they will buy someone or something that will.Yes you read that right.They LIVE to masturbate...whether its you rubbing them, them rubbing you...them rubbing against your fox fur coat...whatever! Some Virgos WANT to be punished. They will do naughty things to be caught so they can be punished. They are perfect for Aries who want to punish SOMEBODY. Anybody! Pretend rape scenes also turn on Virgos. As long as they know they are secretly safe. If you have ever seen the Carnival Rape scene in 'Henry & June' this is a Virgo wet dream. Also all Virgos like to see Camel Toes...what's up with that? Sherlock Holmes was probably a Virgo...or a repressed Gemini.Taurus (April 20 - May 20)--Don't tease them. It will only piss them off. Taureans are realists. If you say that you are horny: Prepare to be fucked. Taureans are heavy indulgers, though. All forms of indulgence: Sex-drugs-wine-food...whatever their vice may be: they simply cannot get enough. They do not believe in moderation. They will fuck until they are sore. Taurus likes to have sex just for the sake of having sex. What they lack in originality, they make up for in stamina and endurance. Okay...so they may not be into bondage, okay? But they WILL lick you until you have at least three orgasms or until you pass out...whichever comes first. Taurus uses their tongue for EVERYthing...and I mean that. They love to lick people in whipped cream, alcohol, chocolate, flesh and candy???Bring it on! Caution: They are looking for a relationship so be kind to them.They also have a BIG wet thing for scent. Sometimes they don't want a lover to bathe before sex. Or you may find them shaggin in a garden or a greenhouse...to smell the dirt: After all, they are Earth signs.Aries (March 21- June-5)LIVES for head massages. ANY part of their head: Lips, Eyelids, Eyes, Tongue, you name it! Aries also likes to fuck in public places during business hours. You need to be open minded with an Aries...If you don't feel like being duct taped to a wall and beaten with live ferrets: Tell Them. Be warned! IF you don't want to be kinky, don't be with an Aries. If you say 'No' too often to them you may lose them as a lover forever.Aries Idea of Heaven Is: Participating in live sex shows for money. Having their favorite human toy win first place in a pony boy/girl race. Fucking as an art form on display in a gallery. They secretly crave to be strippers or Annie Sprinkle. Aries LIVES to be jealous...they also like to coordinate other people fucking. Secretly desire to be fluffers. Aries owned a Violet Wand before it was popular. They are also Sadists.The best gift to give an Aries is designer colored nylon rope in their favorite color. They live to tease and torture...HEY...Somebody's gotta do it, right? They like hair pulling. Beware of their 'toy' collections. Don't tease them...they will rape you. They love pony boys and girls...I cannot emphasize this enough! They like it doggie style especially if they are steering. Give an Aries 100 feet of rope and a 250 dollar flogger, they will follow. As long as they get to be the one holding the handle.Gemini (May 21 - June 21) --Ever heard the saying "Been there. Done that?" chances are it came from a Gemini. They are always changing...they are the eternal Chameleon. You never who you are fucking that day.They have had sex.A lot of sex.Probably because they are in a constant state of flux...always looking for the new high.The biggest turn on for a Gemini is: LOCATION LOCATION LOCATION.Here is just a smattering of places that I know Geminis have fucked: In the elevator of the moseleum of Forest Lawn Cemetary DURING A FUNERAL. Wine cellars in nightclubs. Vip Areas of Theatres. Public Parks. The 18th Hole of a private golf course. In the center of a race track just as the flag was going up. On various Gym equipment at numerous health spas. A football stadium during the SuperBowl. A Balcony railing at Mardis Gras in the French Quarter...just to name a few.If it's shiny...they will want it. They are big on DRAMA so be prepared for them to set the mood for sex no matter WHERE you might end up. They WILL take the initiative. They live off their charm. If they are male and gay they will still be the greatest fuck your female friend has ever had. Go figure. They are also Voyeurs but always willing to lend a hand ... or any other part of anatomy. If they are depressed, suck on their fingers, that always seems to cheer them up. Their goal is to fuck in the front row of the OSCARS when the cameras pans on them so that they can wave.Cancer (June 22 - July 22) -- 69This is the sign that needs to be cuddled. They may believe that they were born in the wrong period or century. They DWELL in the past...Victorian...Roman...Medieval...You name it.They usually will only fuck at night...come to think of it...they fuck better at night anyway. Maybe its because they are ruled by the Moon. This is a sign that is looking for TRUE love...I mean REAL TRUE DEEP LOVE...that 'Romancing The Stone' Frikkin 'Wuthering Heights' kind of love. They probably cry at the end of any Jane Austen flick. They want to be swept off of their feet. They really do deserve it, too. They are constantly dumped on by previous past fucktard ex lovers that think they own them. Sometimes Cancers pick the wrong guy/girl and get beat up or emotionally hurt. Why? They think its what they deserve. Which is bullshit. They are wonderful people. They love water sports (jacuzzis/pools/showers/saunas/bathouses...) They want to be comfortable while fucking...oh sure the foreplay may have had you bent over a barstool...but when you get home they want comfy couches, beds, fluffy pillows, anything soft and fuzzy that is not a pet. Cancerians also have a horrible tendency to misplace their clothing. Highly Exhibitionistic. They live for Oral...as long as it tastes good. Karma Sutra honey dust is a good start...mints...ice cream..anything with sugar...fruit...Don't rush them they smolder. But when you get started, be ready for a long night. They like to play with ice cubes, too. Also nipples are a BIG thing for Crabs...they all secretly wish to get their nipples pierced. Can be submissive highly. Masturbation is where they get their bonus points at. Be warned: They like 'em YOUNG...so you better be ready to dress up like an Animation school boy/girl with a whip to keep 'em.Libra (Sept. 23 - Oct. 23)--Let the games begin! Libra will try anything once. Twice to make sure they liked it. Three times to be absolutely sure. Do not touch a Libra's head during oral sex...that may work with an Aries, but not here. Libras LOVE giving oral - They LOVE getting it , too. But don't feel like they get enough...too bad, because they sure as hell are getting enough of everything else. They will buy toys to make YOU use it on THEM. Libras are mental creatures that believe in living and fulfilling fantasies that they haven't done in real life...which is rare because they have done almost EVERYTHING. They have no problem sploshing. To them, sitting in a pie COULD be fun. Porn? Bring it on! Sex, video AND food? ALRIGHT! They are heavily exhibitionistic by accident. They are accident prone, they lose bras, underware, condoms....they also accidentally end up in bed with people. Amazing how THAT works! They like to cross dress. Both sexes do this quite well, actually. Male Librans are mistaken for women all the time, and Female Libras are mistaken for men every now and again too...its because they are under the goddess Aphrodite. They are never just ONE sex. They can always feel what the opposite sex feels. Which is why they are rarely clingy, except in rare circumstances when they have been led on, then watch the manipulative side of the scales swing. They love to role play and play dress up. They like to dress like hookers or Queen Elizabeth (This is the men, too!) Who are they really? It depends on what day of the week it is. They believe that life is too short to date ugly people in more ways than one. So if you are being shagged by a Libra, there is a good reason. Whether you are attractive physically, emotionally, mentally or have a fantastic sense of humor, there is always a reason for a Libra to be fucking you. But they HATE vulgarity. They despise feeling like they are on a waiting list to get your attention...worse yet, feeling like they are your groupie. That won't last long, then. They have already figured out HOW to destroy you...now they are biding their time to see how long until they throw YOU away...with nothing. But, if you get past all that, expect long luxurious nights talking and playing Strip Tarot or Naked Chess. They are the Graceful Slut...but not slutty and yet accident prone. If you are going to fuck a Libra: Get mirrors. Lots of them. They have more vanity issues than a Gemini. Nothing is TOO kinky for them. They are the eternal Courtesan or Concubine. They are sex therapists, porn writers who knows?SCORPIO (Oct. 24 - Nov. 21) --HOLEE SHIT! here comes the masters and mistresses of FUCKingSorry Leo, but Scorps ARE the leaders in the Kink O Rama factor (Leos are in second place, so don't worry that much leos)Scorpios KNOW how to seduce.They KNOW what is kinky.They are highly manipulative.They KNOW how to get you to do what THEY want.They KNOW how to fuck.And they are making room for modifications.All they have to do is walk into a room and look at you, and you WILL be on your back assuming the position.Anne Rice (During her 'Beauty' phase) wants to be a Scorpio. Leos and Scorpios make for a fabulous tryst.they are the BEST in bed together..but if the emotions are not there then that's a different story. Don't dare TRY to make a Scorpio jealous...they will duct tape you to a chair and make you watch them fuck your boss..or your sister/brother..or Mother...hell, that's their idea of a typical normal Thursday night. They love to use gag balls. They always have carpet burns on their knees and back...this is from their constant rutting like a wild weasel in heat. They are also very cunning and secretive. They have a fetish for riding crops and bridles. Most Scorpios have mastered the Binaca Blowjob for heightened and elongated pleasure. I hope you can go the distance and can make them come...otherwise gods help ya.Favorite Song: Master and Servant.Most female Scorpios have a horrible tendency of being Alcohol Lesbians...get them drunk enough they will kiss a girl...or two....or three...or five....but beware their sting!Sagittarius (Nov. 22 - Dec. 21) --Right out the chute I am going to tell you...THEY LOVE TO BE SHAVED.True love is being shaved.Sagittarius love is being shaved by someone they love.And they LOVE to travel.They are constantly moving.They are always packing and going somewhere. They are the outdoorsy type. Why fuck in a tent when you can be surrounded by Sequoias under a moonlit night and have sex? Sags will Fuck Everywhere! Most Sags flash body parts and are closet nudists. They will be the first to register for nude volleyball at the nudist resort. Don't get me wrong, they have a TON of provocative clothing at home, but they like to be naked. EVERYWHERE.They don't know why its against the law to drive naked in a convertable especially. It just doesn't seem right. Downright Anti-American to them. They are also bleeding heart causefighters. They believe that sex is a biological function amongst friends...why fight it when you can fuck it? A perfect night for them is to :Talk. Fuck. Talk. Fuck. Go out and look at sea otters..Pick some flowers...Talk. Fuck. Laugh. Have a drink. Talk. Fuck. Dinner. Fuck. Sleep. Fuck and Fuck some more!Male Sags have more fetishes than a female Sag. Foot fetishes...Lingerie...Female Sags are nature lovers: Do it in the bushes, Sex on the beach, in the ocean, hell behind the local laundrymat! Kinky? they Love Kinky. Wear that pirate getup for these girls, they'll be on their knees in a heartbeat. They'll dress kinky and skip the panties under a short skirt if you're going out on the town, just to get you going, and I do mean going~ these girls want it all night long! Whipped cream, body oils and bondage,Licking and sucking, whatever it takes to keep the party going! . They believe in doing it and doing it often! fucking before the movie starts..., fucking at the theatre during the previews and maybe a quick blowjob on the way home.Sag females love sexing up your whole body! Give them a chance, there won't be a body part they haven't sucked licked or fucked!You can touch them anywhere and they got hott cause they're freaky like that! They love leg rubs and jacuzzis, this is because their thighs are a hot spot...They'll be the ones holding you up fucking in the closet at your friends housewarming party at two in the morning. They are built for lot and lots of sex in any way shape or form, kinky or slow teasing, fast and hard or slow and easy~ if you want to get your freak on, Sagittarians are the way to go! None of the other signs love Sex as Much as a Sag!Capricorn (Dec. 22 - Jan. 19) --Just as I was writing this one, my Capricorn friend proceeds to call me...Capricorns are psychic by accident. They have no idea the fates smile on them from time to time...they just accept it an move on. You can turn on a Cappie just by breathing on them. They are strong and responsible and have dignity. But they are too easy to turn on sometimes. And watch out when they are horny...whoever is in the room better have protection. They are natural screamers and leave bite marks. they like sex a lot as a favorite past time. Usually durinig commercial breaks is perfect. Its nothing for a Cappie to fuck seven or eight times during commercial breaks in an hour long T.V. Show. They like to do it in the shower...on the furniture...on other peoples furniture...on other peoples beds...Cars...Tents...boats....yep, if they are in the mood...it could be at the Presiden't inaugeration...get ready for some nookie!They love to bite.They might seem at first sight of them rather cold and insensitive.But when they warm up?There is no stopping them.They like to have the back of their knees licked.They live for tongue massages.They think porno is just SILLY...who thought THAT up? But they will watch it to see if they are missing anything.Give them dim lighting, a roaring fireplace and a nice bottle of wine...you might as well reconcile yourself to the fact that you better leave the phones off for the entire weekend and order food in.They like to play games...as long as they are in charge.This is a misunderstood sign...they can be very kinky. As long as it is with people they love.Aquarius (Jan. 20- Feb. 18) --MY favorite sluts are Aquarius. Why? Because if you don't expect anything in return, you won't be disappointed. Sounds easy, huh? They will get under your skin though, so beware. It's easy to be hurt by an Aquarius because they don't want you to know what they are thinking. If they are silent but you are in the room with them...chances are they are in heavy thought. But don't worry, chances are they are thinking about you...and fifteen other things. Water bearers look at sex like it is a form of recess. They can turn you on by simply walking in the room. They are the Rain Man of the Zodiac. They give too much of themselves to others that don't give a shit...then get shy to those that care about them.Go figure.They like kinky. They are easy going. To them, it's a learning experience. Male Aquarians like to tease and live life in a fantasy world. Female Aquarians can't masturbate enough...Males never get the chance to masturbate because everybody wants a piece of them. They like their ankles nibbled. They love back massages. Their ultimate adventure is the "But we might get caught" game.They will fuck wherever they run the risk of being seen or found by another lover. Don't expect faithfulness from these creatures...it's just not in their DNA. They are open minded to the point that anything shiny will derail their train of thought. Fucking while standing or leaning is a plus here. Fuck with their mind and they will follow you anywhere. They enjoy being fucked in groups of three. Think being Jack Nicholson in bed with the three Witches of Eastwick? This is a Aquarian dream. They need you to make the first move. Not to be dominated. But to bring them back to earth now and again for a little physical funtime. They get lost in the clouds a lot. Don't derail from your personal pleasure course, however, otherwise you will be just talking to them all night. which can be stimulating just as well too. Beware! They are the flirts and teases from HELL! Never take one on a trip to a Home Depot when you are both horny. This can lead to nasty things.Pisces (Feb. 19- Mar. 20) --Get out the boots - Stilletto heels - foot creams and panty hose...here come da fishies!They are the LEADERS in foot fetish. Masturbation in shoes? Okay. Toe masturbation...bring it on! They love using their feet.Suck on a Pisceans toes and SEE what happens!Fucking in the water and see them squirm.Pisces have probably done it in a sex swing. Or at least considered how strong the ceiling beams are on their house to put one in. Pisces men break furniture when they fuck...things get flung everywhere.Pisces can be turned on by the wierdest things...Trains...Water fountains...Jump rope...Whatever. They are the sirens calling you to the beach where you will end up on your back on a towel with water all over you and not wanting it to stop.I have heard it said that its the pisces that will cross the darker kinky side at least once...just to say "YEP. did that. Not that great" OR "What do you MEAN you never......" SAM from sex and the city should be a Pisces. These babes are perfectionists. You will have a perfect orgasm with them...so will they..in fact, they strive for perfection in everything they do...it's all in th details for them. There will not be ONE hair out of place with a Pisces. All of their fetish jewlery will match a specific whip or dress or shoes.EVERYTHING MUST MATCH! I have one Pisces friend that has nipple tassles that match for every pair of underware and whip that she owns! NO SHIT! You might think they are shy! HA! They are just planning something. I had a Pisces Friend (Same Pisces friend with the matching tassles by the way) who was at a nudist beach in Brazil (You will always find a Pisces at a beach...its inbred in them) A middle aged man in his early 50's or so came up to her and immediately saw her body and BABING! got a hard on!Not feeling shocked in any way, shape or form, she walked right up to him and put her hand on his cock for a moment , then with her same hand took her sunglasses off , looked him RIGHT in the eye and said "DAHLING, your erection is SUPERB!" and she walked off never to see him again.You never can tell what the hell a Pisces will do, but I guarantee that it will be SUPERB!SECRET: Pisces women fall for a man that can wear a high heel and garter. And look good