Dryer Sex

I ripped her bikini off and made her lean over the dryer,
spreading her legs and putting her hands behind her back. Taking some of
her nylons, I quickly tied her hands together. With the extra length
remaining, I tied the nylons around her waist so that her arms are pinned
helplessly against her body. As I went down to finger and tongue her ass
and moist cunt, I found two dildos have beaten me to her. “So you like to
play games?” I said. Pumping on the rods that were already in her, I pulled
out the anal dildo and plugged the clean end into her mouth. Then, while
twisting and rapidly pumping the other, I gently eased it out and rammed
part of it in her ass. I then ordered her to kneel and then slowly sit down
so the dildo can be pushed all the way into her ass. She moaned with pain
and pleasure and the dildo penetrated deeper and deeper. When she is all
the way down, I open my ass close to her face and told her to shove the
dildo from her mouth all the way in. I moaned as she slowly pushed and
twisted the rod into my hot and tight hole. When it was in, I put my arms
behind me and held her head in place as she tongued my ass.

I then
made her lean over the dryer again, with her legs again spread wide. I
rolled up some of her panties into a ball, tied nylon around it, and then
stuffed and secured this ball gag into her mouth. Then, without any warning,
I begin to fuck her cunt with my now rock hard cock. She breathing became
faster and faster, as her moans became louder and louder, though still
muffled by the gag. She began to fight uselessly against the bonds that
held her arms. Then, as I was closing to coming, her body jerked and writhed
as she screamed into her gag. I fucked her harder and faster as she
experience one orgasm after another. Just before I came, I quickly pulled
out, pushed her to her knees, and shot all over her face. Her beautiful
face was covered and dripping with my juices of love as she begged for more.
I pull the dildo out of my ass and rammed it all the way into her slippery
cunt. With her hands still tied and her mouth gagged, I lead her back to my
apartment where further bondage and pleasure awaits us both.

Driving Home a Point

Jim was had been driving for only a short time when he was
passed by a small compact sports car. As was his habit Jim looked from his
perch in his van down into the car that was slowly passing him. She was
beautiful and she caught him looking at her; she smiled and pulled in front
of him. He could see her looking at him in her rear view mirror. Her car
began to slow down and Jim pulled out into the passing lane and passed
her. In a few minutes she once again pulled up along side of him and Jim
once again looked down. This time she pulled her skirt up a little bit
more and showed him her sleek thigh. She was wearing a T-shirt that could
barely contain her huge boobs and Jim almost had a wreck watching
her.

This hop scotch routine went on for several miles until she
signaled him to follow her into the up coming rest area. Jim was totally
mesmerized by this time and he followed her car into the deserted rest
area. They parked their autos and Jim got out of the van and walked over
toward the car. Then Allison ‘unfolded’ herself out of her car. Jim
was 5′6″ tall so his face was boob level with this beautiful
Amazon.

“Gee, you are cute and I’ve always wanted to see the inside
of one of those vans. Can I see the inside?”

Jim said of course and
they walked over to the van. He held the door open for her and almost
fainted as he glimpsed the flex of her calf as she stepped up into the
van. Allison sat on the back seat and told Jim to come and sit beside her;
he readily did as he had been instructed.

“You know, I get tired of
driving and I stop from time to time and try to get a little exercise to
break up the drive. I have been thinking about getting one of these and I
have just decided that I am going to do just that. Tell me a little about
yourself.” Jim began to tell her a little about his wife, kids and his
job. “I don’t mean that kind of stuff. Tell me about your exercise
program, sports you play. You know the physical stuff. You said you were
42 years old, surely you workout or something like that.” Jim told her
that he didn’t have an exercise program and that he had been thinking about
starting to try to get in shape. Allison smiled and said, “I work out with
weights and I wrestle men. What do you think about my shape? Would you
like for me to let you feel my muscles? Let’s have a muscle comparison
contest. I’ll bet you $100.00 that you don’t have one muscle as big or
as well developed as my 21 year old muscles. Then, I’ve wondered how good
a van would be as a wrestling arena. I’m going to use you to find out.

Scouts

My first sex ever happened at a scout
camp. One night while the usual story telling was going on with all the
lights out, there were six of us in a large tent. It was hot and we were
mostly nude and out of our sleeping bags. After the usual ghost stories,
one of the guys told us a story about walking in on his older brother while
he was fucking a girl. I had just started to get pubes and hard-ons all
the time and this was no exception. Thinking about walking in on them and
seeing the guy�s dick goes in and out was really a turn on. After a
while I found out it was for several of us. I left the tent to take a pee
I said and another guy left shortly after me. His name was Jack and I had
a giant crush on him and used to beat off thinking about him all the time.
Well, as I was standing at the edge of the forest, waiting to make sure the
coast was clear so I could jack off, I heard Jack peeing behind me what
sounded like a safe distance. I started to stroke my boycock faster and
faster when all of a sudden there was Jack, right behind me. I hadn’t
heard him at all and I tried to stuff my prick into my jockeys without much
success. Jack didn�t say a word, dropped to his knees and took my cock
into his hand and then into his mouth. I had never felt that warmth before
and I couldn’t believe how great it felt. He only sucked for a few
minutes before I came in his mouth, all of this in total silence. I turned
and went back to the tent leaving Jack to do whatever he was going to do.
I still had a hard-on when I climbed into bed. The stories had ended and
all I could think of was that warm mouth on my prick. Jack came back in a
few minutes and went to his bed. We found a way to do it again each of the
next five nights we were there and then I never saw him again.

Really Horny

With all this heat and stuff I find myself looking for new ways
to relieve a bit of sexual stress! The other night I decided to try going
over to the cruisy part of Griffith Park and found myself in a large crowd
of horny men that felt just like me! There I was, standing with a hard-on
just looking at all that gorgeous meat that was cruising the park looking at
me too!! I was approached by a man who obviously worked on his body when
people like me were not, and he stopped right in front of me- This was a new
experience for me and when he reached out and cupped his hand on my crotch,
I thought I was going to cream right there and then!! He pulled open my
fly and released my raging hard-on then started to stroke it slowly. I
reached out and started to caress that gorgeous body of his feeling every
curve- including his now erect member. I was thoroughly enjoying myself as
a few other men walked by and looked like they were going to jump in and
join the fun!! However, I couldn’t hold back much longer as this stud
pumped me into a hot sweat!! There it goes! Boy I made a huge mess- And
loved every minute of it!!!

My first 3-way….

My boyfriend and I were camping at Yosemite a couple years ago
in the winter. The last night, the weather got so bad we decided to leave
the valley and find a motel. We stopped at the first one we came to and I
went in to ask about the rooms. The guy behind the counter was about
5′10″ with dark hair and a cute face. He told me the rates, and I
returned to the van to discuss it with my boyfriend. He said the room would
be fine and went in to register. When he returned to the van, he told me
that he thought the clerk had been checking him out. We went to our room,
and about 10 minutes later there was a knock on the door. It was the
clerk, who said he had forgotten to give us a receipt. I took the receipt
and thanked him. After he left, I noticed that on the receipt, he had
written, “Can I join you two?” So, after a brief nervous discussion, my
boyfriend and I decided to give it a try! So my boyfriend went out and
invited him in. Eventually, we wound up on the bed taking each other’s
clothes off. He had a nice line of hair on his stomach; body hair with a
pattern like that really drives me crazy. I immediately began licking on
that hot patch of hair, and finally worked my way down to his dick. I
licked the hair around his cock and then started tonguing him, especially
around his balls. In the meantime, his own mouth had worked its way to my
boyfriend’s dick. Our hands and mouths were all over each other for a
couple of hours. I was jerking this guy off while he was kneeling over my
boyfriend who was beating himself off. When this guy came, some of his hot
sperm ran down my arm, mixing in with my hair, but most of it sprayed onto
my boyfriends cock. The slippery sound of this guy�s cum acting as a
lubricant on my boyfriend�s dick was too much. I begged him to make me
cum, and he layed on his back and told me he wanted me to cum on his face. I
straddled him and pushed my cock towards his face, and he alternately sucked
and stroked me. Finally, while he was licking my balls and jacking my
dick, I shot several streams, first on his forehead and then all over his
nose, eyes, and upper lip. We all collapsed amongst the great smell of
cum. He left after awhile, and when we checked out the next morning, he
was already gone.

Merengue

They lie on the floor, facing each other. He grasps her hands
in his, their fingers locking, palms pressed against each other.
Tentatively, he pushes forward; she responds with firmness, moving back
with his thrust but not yielding. He pulls her back. They are
ready.

He loosens his hold to the most delicate of touching, so only
their fingertips meet. He begins the slow, rhythmic, forward and back
motion with his hands, their hold never breaking. He slowly brings their
hands together and intertwines their arms like serpents, up and down, the
rhythm increasing. He tightens their hold now, pressing his palms against
hers. He separates their arms and pulls her entire body to his, only to
push her away again. The rhythm, ever quickening: forward, back. At his
lead, they rise to their knees and grasp each others’ shoulders. They
rock in the rhythm, burning in their closeness.

With an exchange of
the eyes, they rise to the dance…

Love

Her hair is long and strait, and dark like expensive coffee.
With unblemished white, so white skin and round startling dark eyes her face
is a frame from a black and white movie, from a great black and white movie,
a masterpiece. It is too perfect an image, a constructed thing, a magic
thing. It is like a moment captured from the now and digitally retouched to
be placed back in real time frame by frame only when it is perfect. Her
nostrils flare as she inhales long, slow, deep breaths.

I am
spellbound; I can not blink lest I miss a moment.

Every movement is
carefully choreographed, carefully scripted. It must be. Her weight changes
from back foot to front foot; her orientation begins to change; she blinks
once, slowly; she wets her lips with the tip of her tongue, discretely; her
back foot lifts, she begins the turn; her head first, her long hair dancing
behind and then her body completing the turn. Simple, elegant, an economy of
movement, a dancers poise.

I am in love, I love her. I love her. I
love her.

She faces me her lips part. I am still enraptured; I stand
captivated straining to hear. I glimpse for a moment her pink tongue framed
between full round lips washed with a pale brown. Her full attention is
centered on me. Her eyes are locked with mine. My palms are damp with sweat,
I shiver in anticipations, and my penis begins to rise. Her voice, “Thank
you sir; two rows down, the window seat on your right”.

I am
complete

Legend of the Minotaur

This unhappy monster, with the body of a man and the head and
horns of a bull, was the result of a broken promise and unnatural
desire.

His story began when Minos of Crete sought the throne of that
kingdom. To impress the Cretans, Minos told them that the gods would answer
any prayer he addressed to them, and challenged the Cretans to put him to
the test. The Cretans told him to ask Poseidon, Lord of the Ocean, to send
him a bull out of the sea, and followed him to the seashore to watch him
make this seemingly absurd request. Minos prayed fervently for it to be
granted, and promised that if the bull appeared then he’d sacrifice it to
the glory of Poseidon.

The the awe and astonishment of the Cretans,
the waters parted and a magnificent white bull swam ashore. They promptly
elected Minos as their king, but he could not bring himself to sacrifice the
splendid white bull from the sea. He added it to his own herd, and
sacrificed an ordinary bull to Poseidon.

The Ocean God was so
infuriated by this broken promise that he caused Pasiphae, the wife of
Minos, to fall in love with the bull. She lavished caresses and embraces
upon the animal, but it showed no interest in her desire until she persuaded
the inventor Daedalus to build her an artificial cow, so that she might
crouch within it to be served by the bull.

In due course she gave
birth to a monster with a calf’s head and a man’s body, which quickly
developed into a full-grown male with a head of a great fighting bull.

Interlude

The knight was stunned by her radiant glow and naked beauty and
she, seeing the excitement in his eyes, began to loosen his attire. He took
her strongly in his arms and felt her very soul as their hearts beat in
synchrony and the warmth melded their bodies into one. The maiden laughed
and breaking away ran playfully towards a small waterfall but the knight,
being faster, quickly caught her up in his arms and kissing her gently on
the cheek. She returned the kiss but fully on his mouth and they embraced
each other tightly and without inhibition.

Still holding her the
knight carried her thru the waterfall into a hidden cave strewn with skins
and devices that would comfort. The fire still burned warmly giving a
calming and almost cozy feel to this the knight’s place of solitude and
in the centre of the floor a huge pillow of silk seemed to beckon unto
them.

He carried her to the pillow as she began to protest, �Sire I
am wanton with desire as if possessed by a demon. Wouldst thou violate me
without mercy?� And, with resignation, she lowered herself gently atop his
swelled manhood and with a deep sigh buried that sweet shaft fully inside
her to the hilt. Amidst murmurs of passion and pleasure they remained
like this for an eternity, each taunting the other with quick
movements of their muscles, tensing and relaxing, again and
again. Ere long great arousal grew deep within them both and cumming,
satiated, as dawn approached, fell asleep in each others arms, bodies
intertwined. Dreams of pleasure never before dreamed.

In

Cold calculating click of keys, NeXT keyboard sleek and white
and black… and black…

I can’t remember the time… Green it was
all day long the grass growing up to around my knees bursting over the soft
earth and I am happy for once in my life.

Her soft face piercing eyes
the cherry smell of lipstick smooth pressing against my lips her tongue
entering my mouth again and again… Completely dark place, car has just
passed. Middle of the dirt road, middle of the night.

Later laying
in a field on our backs grass so high you can’t look side to
side.

“Can I touch your breast?”

She considers for a moment.
“No.”

“Ok.”

It seems simpler now, and I let that slip away,
but the river was blue and white and flowing quickly and we did a project
together down there by the pebbles and rocks. And in the garden the next
day her jeans fit well and lifting plants out of the dirt was not tiring but
not being next to her was.

I only saw her once again.

And the
way I am now is blocking me from letting it all in the way I was that
weekend. Months, a year later, walking down the street in Mendocino with
my father and brother, I see her again. In a car with her friends, hair
shorter now, but the same knowing eyes, same penetrating gaze, and I
smile. It is her. I walk forward, father and brother holding back
behind. I look, smiling into her eyes. Silence. “Still the same,� I
say. She nods. And… I walk away with my father and brother.

And
here I sit in front of a keyboard monitor computer in the lab at 11:45 pm.
And I laugh at myself, head shaking slightly from side to side, lopsided
grin on my face. And it hurts inside.

Time to go to sleep.