Through the senses.

Touches against walls
In the chamber of salaciousness
Send occult sparks soaring
Through the senses.

Saccharine gasps congest the air
Underneath aphrodisiac sheets,
Metamorphosing into beastly cries
Shedding tingles down enervated chines.

Eyes blister from incalescent breaths
Escaping moist lips; Surging
Through damp skin, amplifying the humidity
And dew gently wetting the sheets.

A hidden tear falls
Across breast, tickling
Amongst saliva and sweat,
Like a lost child blending in
Amidst strangers;
Its purpose lost, forgotten
If it were for joy,
Sadness, pain, or
Instinct.

The cast away tear vanished
From all solicitude
During the supreme,
Ecstatic climax
Shared completely
As both dripping parties
Come.

A Little Erotic Fun by `lady-blue

“If I had a penis, I would jack off so hard.”

You were amused by my declaration, for some reason. I don’t know why. I was dead serious.

I continued stroking your hard penis and kissing your soft shoulder with my somewhat-chapped lips as we laid there in the small twin-size bed underneath an extremely soft blanket that you liked to refer to as being made of “sex fabric.” You stared at the ceiling as content as peanut butter is with jelly, breathing deeply with your arm around me, enjoying my touches.

“So what’s it like?” I asked you curiously. You turned your head to look at me with your magical, dancing blue eyes.

“What’s what like?”

“What’s it like to get a boner?”

You chuckled lightly, never seeming to tire of my child-like questioning. Often you’d shake your head at me, wondering where I came up with these ideas. Trying to figure out if I was serious, you continued to stare at me, blinking once.

I was determined to have this vital information. “I’m serious. Tell me what it feels like. Please?” I unleashed the puppy dog eyes.

“Um… alright.” You thought about it deeply, trying to master the words to explain it to me. “It’s like, well… ummm… ok, you know how you flex a muscle and it tightens and gets bigger and tense?” You demonstrated with your arm muscle. “It’s kinda like that.”

I thought about this, trying to imagine how I’d feel with a boner. I was slightly jealous.

“So how does it feel for you?” you asked after a minute or so. My curiosity was spreading. I loved that.

“What?” I asked, as if I didn’t know what you were going to ask. I just wanted to hear you say it.

“How does it feel to-- er…” You were so adorably awkward about it. I secretly smiled with pleasure, but kept a straight face. “… to… to have a penis in you?”

I thought about that, stroking my chin and squinting like a true intellectual. “Let me think about that for a second…” I honestly did try to find the words. You looked at me in wonder and anticipation. “It’s like…” I gave up. I couldn’t figure out what to say. I guess I didn’t try that hard in the first place.

A naughty grin spread across my sweet face. “Maybe if you remind me I’ll be able to put it into words better,” I said evilly. You raised an eyebrow as I reached over to kiss you tenderly on the cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. Next, I moved towards your ear, kissing it and wrapping my tongue around each little groove. You were holding me by then, tightening your grip with arousal. I could feel every muscle in your body stiffen a little.

“Are you okay?” I whispered teasingly into your wet ear as you squirmed against my body.

“Uh huh.” It was hardly more than a shallow breath, but said it all. It was time to start moving down. Neck, shoulders, chest, stomach-- I kept crawling downwards. You thought you knew where I was headed (excuse the pun), but at the last moment I moved back up and kissed your trembling lips while allowing my body to cover you completely. You responded eagerly with a warmth and passion that I rarely see (or feel) in you. I could feel you poking at my lower grounds. You were sweating, tortured by the intimacy of this position. It was only when I knew you couldn’t take it anymore and you wanted so badly to force your way into me that I spread my legs, giving you the cue to indulge yourself.

[Insert paragraph full of moans and panting and here- your favorite part.]

You completed the task, falling onto my body and resting your head on my bare breasts. Panting, all you could do was give me a weak kiss and say “That was good” between breaths. This was my favorite part, when I could hold you and stroke your wet hair, feeling like an empress who just conquered a mighty kingdom.

After a little while you caught your breath a little. “I’m going to go clean up,” you said. I knew what would happen next.

You rolled over off of me, sat up on the edge of the bed, stood up, took one step… and fell onto your hands and knees. You moaned, I giggled. This was also my favorite part. A feeling of power shot through me. I was a goddess and you were the helpless man that could not handle my awesome strength! Take that!

“I can’t walk!” I could see that. Was it that surprising? You’re helplessness was beautiful.

“Um… do you need any help, dear?” I offered this mockingly. I wouldn’t help you! I was having too much fun watching you struggle. You wouldn’t let me anyways-- you liked the challenge of it. I continued watching you crawl towards the bathroom while I basked in the glory of my accomplishment. We both wreaked of hot, steamy sex.

When you returned, still weak and sweaty and smelly, the first thing you asked me was “So, how does it feel?”

I smiled. I was doing that a lot lately, for some reason. “It feels good. Really, really good.” There’s no other way to describe it. I kissed you quietly and laid the subject to rest.
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a little surprise

“We’re on then?”

“Yeah”
“Good. This is gonna be one hell of a surprise for her.”
“Sure thing, man.”
“Alright, see you later.”
“See ya.”
Zach closed his cell phone and absently adjusted his erection, straining against his jeans. He still wasn’t sure why he had agreed to it, but damn, this was going to be a night to remember. It was odd, he thought. When Tyler first started talking about this, Zach thought he was just bullshitting. Tyler would never actually do it. He’d be WAY too jealous. But then Tyler had called and asked Zach if he wanted to join him and his girl, Ivy, for a little get together. And by “get together”, Tyler had meant to fuck Ivy’s brains out. Both of them.
Holy shit.
How the fuck did a guy prepare for something like this? He thought as walked to the bathroom. Turning on the water first, Zach then proceeded to strip off his clothes. Stepping under the hot spray of water, his head fell back to wet down his longish brown hair. As he started washing it, the suds ran down a body that was toned but pleasantly proportioned. His cock was still hard at the thought of the evening to come, and rose out of the trimmed nest of dark, curly hair around it. Using the suds from the shampoo, Zach cupped himself and slowly began stroking, up and down, feeling the nerves shooting up his spine and down his legs simultaneously. He wouldn’t do anything too serious. No, he’d save his best for Ivy.
He’d always envied Tyler for his choice in companion. Ivy, with her long legs, dusky skin, and black curling hair that always reminded Zach of gypsies. Her eyes were deep green, and he could easily see her dancing around a fire with a tambourine, her generous hips swaying to the beat as the fire lit up her silhouette, showing the curves beneath the thin fabric of her skirt. Full lips that were made to slide down a man’s cock as her searching eyes gazed up at his.
Feeling himself getting a little too worked up, Zach shuddered and stopped. Grinning, he realized just how much he was looking forward to tonight. He finished showering, stepped out to dry himself off, and then, swinging the towel over his shoulder, walked naked to his room to get ready for the night.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
He pulled up to the house around seven, as planned and looked in the rearview mirror once just to make sure he hasn’t missed anything. He opened the door and felt his nerves raring up. As he got out, he reached down yet again to adjust his hard on. He shut the car door and locked it, walking up to the front door, feeling the material of his pants brush against his cock with every step.
“Jesus, you’re not even in the house. Hold it together, man,” he thought to himself.
Adjusting himself again, he approached the front door and knocked softly. About two seconds later, the door opened to reveal Tyler grinning, and motioning for Zach to be quiet and come in. Zach toed off his shoes and followed Tyler to the living room, where he saw Ivy kneeling on the floor in a loose flowing skirt and tight black tank-top. He then noticed that she had a black silk scarf tied around her eyes. Zach gave Tyler a quizzical look, and Tyler just continued to grin, and waved Zach forward.
“Alright babe. Time for your surprise,” Tyler said, making sure he was standing right next to Zach. Tyler motioned for Zach to move forward and mouthed the word “sit behind her and start touching”. Zach did as Tyler said, kneeling down, Tyler kneeling with him, to keep his voice close to where Zach was.
Zach was irritated to feel his hands shaking slightly as he reached forward and ran his hands up Ivy’s back, over her shoulders and around to cup her breasts, kneading them softly.
“Mmmm. Tyler that feels good.”
“Does it baby? Tell me what you want me to do.”
“You know what I like”
“I know, but tell me anyways.”
Ivy tilted her head to the side, raising one arm up to brush the hair away from her neck, offering it up to Zach, as Tyler motioned for him to use his mouth. Zach moved in closer and began kissing, and then nibbling her sensitive skin, tasting the slight saltiness of her. His breath left him as he closed his eyes, and ran his tongue up the curve of her ear, his right hand moving down her slightly curved stomach to rub her through her skirt. She parted her legs a little more to accommodate him, and moaned softly.
“Do you like this, baby?” Tyler asked.
“You know I do. But . . .” She paused.
“But what, babe?”
“You feel . . . different.”
“How do I feel different?”
She was quiet for a moment, and Zach smirked, knowing she’d just figured out that the mouth on her skin had never left her skin as Tyler spoke to her. He bit her neck just enough to rise a small gasp out of her, her body tensing as she moaned “Oh my god.”
“What’s wrong?” Tyler asked with a grin in his voice.
“It’s not you.”
“Nope.”
“Holy shit, Tyler!”
“Is that ok with you, Ivy?”
“You know it is!”
Zach started nibbling on her ear lobe as both hands ran down her legs to the edge of her skirt, slowly bunching it up to her waist, his fingers skimming along the skin of her inner thighs, feeling the heat of her hot pussy as he got nearer and nearer.
“Oh my god, Tyler, can I take this off yet?” She asked, her voice quivering.
“Not yet, luv.”
Tyler moved to kneel in front of her, cupping her face, and began laying gentle kisses over her face, her cheeks, along her jaw, her brows, and finally those full lips. She moaned and opened her mouth to him, and his tongue swept inside hers, as Zach’s finger found her clit and began to run the pad of his middle finger over it again and again, as his mouth ran over her shoulders and neck, nipping, biting, sucking and licking her skin. His other hand moved to her shoulders, gently pushing her forward. Taking that cue, Tyler cupped Ivy’s neck and pulled her down to him, as he lay down on the floor, and began fingering her clit as Zach quickly discarded his shirt, socks and jeans.
Zach began stroking himself again, just taking in the view for the moment of Ivy’s bare ass up in the air, skirt bunched around her waist as Tyler’s finger disappeared into her wet pussy, the two of them kissing as if their lives depended on it. Zach moved forward on his knees, still stroking his cock, and met Tyler’s eyes over her head. Tyler nodded and removed his hand, pulling her skirt up, then grabbing the hem of her tank top and pulling it up and off of her, as Zach guided his cock to Ivy’s entrance and thrust deep inside of her. Her back arched and the silk blindfold got caught on her tank top as both were pulled off of her. Zach pulled back until he was almost out of her, and just as her head turned to see who it was, he slammed his dick home again, causing her eyes to close and a whimper to escape her.
Zach didn’t think he’d ever seen something more arousing than her back arched, her ass up to him like a cat in heat, as she whimpered for more, her fingernails digging into the carpet. Tyler motioned to Zach again, and Zach leaned forward, running his hands up her sides and to the front to cup her breasts, bringing her up so Tyler could move out from under her. Still inside her, her back to his chest, Zach moved his hip in small circles, feeling ever inch of her tight, wet pussy clenching around him, as he held back a moan of his own, one hand fisting in Ivy’s silky hair, pulling her head to the side to bite at her neck again.
Tyler stood and quickly rid himself of his clothing, and began stroking his own cock as he watched his best friend fucking his girlfriend. He stepped forward, and nudged his cock against Ivy’s mouth. Her eyes opened, looking up at him and she smiled. Returning the smile, he slid his cock into her mouth, as she gladly took it all, her hands coming up to encircle the hard silk of him, one hand sliding to cup his balls, slightly pulling at them as she knew he loved. Tyler let his head fall back as her tongue ran circles around his cock, feeling her saliva coat it as her hands worked their respective areas, making his knees a bit weak.
Zach motioned for Tyler to kneel, and, reluctant to leave Ivy’s mouth for a second, he did. Ivy took a moment, and pulled herself off of Zach’s cock, and turned her body to see him.
“I should have known it was you.” She said.
“Why’s that?” Tyler asked.
“You’re the only one he’d trust. Plus he knows that you’re the only one of his friends I’d be comfortable doing this with.”
“Glad to be of service, “ he grinned.
Ivy moved to her knees, pushing her skirt down to pull it completely off. She sat back on her heels and looked at the two men on either side of her, smiling.
“Both of you stand.”
Looking at each other, Tyler and Zach did as she said, and, putting one hand on each of their cocks, she guided them closer together, so that they were almost side by side in front of her. Smiling up at the two of them, she brought the heads of their cocks together and licked both at the same time. Both guys let out the breath they’d been holding, as she slowly turned her head to the left and began to suck on Zach’s cock while stroking Tyler’s at the same time. She switched every minute or so, licking and sucking their cocks. Zach had never thought to see his friend this close up but with his cock next to Tyler’s and Ivy naked, kneeling at their feet, it was so incredibly erotic, he grew impossibly harder.
Zach watched as she licked Tyler’s cock from base to tip, then moving her mouth down to suckle all of him deep in her throat, and he heard Tyler’s groan, his hand fisting in her hair as he guided her. Zach was envious to see that Tyler had a girl who knew exactly what he liked, the two of them so in tune with each other. Ivy hadn’t forgotten completely about Zach though, as she continued to fist his cock as well, and Zach’s balls grew tighter.
Ivy pulled back, and Tyler looked down at her with one of the most pathetic faces Zach had ever seen that he had to laugh. Ivy quirked an eyebrow at Zach, as if to say “Who said I was done with you?” She pulled away from them both, and grabbed Zach’s hand.
“Down,” she ordered.
“How do you want me?” Zach asked.
“On your back, arms above you. And Tyler, you’re behind me.” Ivy straddled Zach, and leaned to kiss Zach deeply, and whisper in his ear, “You’re bigger than I imagined. That’s why you get to be in front.” She licked a line along his jaw, and Zach felt himself shudder, as she reached down between them, and guided his cock into her tight pussy. He felt her encase him, inch by slow inch, and his eyes closed, head arching back against the floor as he felt every soft bump and ridge within her stroke the nerves in the head of his cock as they passed by. She rocked backwards, sitting fully to the hilt. He watched as she ran her hands up her stomach to cup her own breasts, then run them up into her hair, as her hips gyrated in a circular motion, and his cock felt as if it were sheathed in a burning hot, moist, velvet glove that gripped him tightly as it worked him over.
He had barely noticed that Tyler had moved behind her, straddling Zach’s legs as well, Tyler’s hands moving to cup Ivy’s full tits, kneading them a bit harshly, his cock now covered with a condom. He whispered something into Ivy’s ear that made her giggle, and Zach clenched his jaw as he felt her muscles contracting around him as she laughed.
“Fuck dude, whatever you’re going to do, do it quick. She’s so fucking hot and tight,” Zach moaned.
“Don’t I know it,” Tyler laughed.
“God, she’s like a god damn wet oven.”
“I’m still right here, guy.” Ivy said, as she moved up Zach’s cock and then slammed down hard again to prove her point.
“Trust me, I haven’t forgotten.”
“You ready back there, sexy?” Ivy asked, looking over her shoulder.
Tyler, who was spreading lube on his cock, grinned, and nodded once. She smiled and leaned forward to kiss Zach again, moving her hips gently back and forth over his cock, her fingers threading through his hair.
Zach felt her tense a bit when, he presumed, Tyler had begun to enter her ass. Zach brought his hands down to cradle her face and began thrusting his hips gently, and kissing her deeply to distract her from this first part. Tyler’s hands gripped Ivy’s hips as he slowly moved past the first tight barriers, clenching his teeth as her tight asshole allowed him entry.
“FFFffuuuuuccckkkk,” he groaned.
Zach laughed against Ivy’s lips, and felt Tyler’s cock slide the rest of the way in, feeling his hardness rub up against Tyler’s through what he assumed was a very thin stretch of skin. God this felt fucking amazing. Ivy shuddered as she felt both men completely within her.
“Ok, now work together boys.” She said breathlessly.
Following her orders, Zach began to thrust in time with Tyler in and out of her, leaving her empty or completely filled, as she was caught between the two of them. Zach felt her hot sheath contracting at the same time he felt his cock rubbing up against Tyler’s, and though he was embarrassed to even think it, he wasn’t sure which one turned him on more.
Ivy leaned backwards, shifting the two cocks with her, as her arms moved up and back to circle Tyler’s neck, the two of them now moving in opposition of each other; as Tyler moved in, Zach moved out and vice versa. Zach moved his hands to her pussy, and began to furiously rub her clit, desperate to get her off before he humiliated himself and came too early like some un-trained school boy. He knew she was getting close as the muscles of her ass and pussy began to contract and loosen spasmodically, her moaning growing louder, her gyrations becoming more urgent and intense.
Zach felt his balls drawing even tighter up to his body, his breath coming in heaves now as Ivy worked his cock. Using all his will power he held off, knowing she was close, and began thrusting even harder into her hot pussy. Tyler, sensing the same thing, began thrusting along with Zach, and chose that moment to do the one thing he knew she couldn’t resist.
As they both fucked her as hard as they could, Tyler fisted his hand in her hair, tilting her head to the side and bit down hard on her shoulder. The lines between pain and pleasure blurred as she screamed out,
“OH SHIT! I’M CUMMING! FUCK! YES! OH MY GOD! FUCK! I’M CUMMING!”
Her hips seemed out of control, the muscles of her entire body breaking into spasms, her cries no longer words but mere animalistic sounds. Tyler grabbed her tit and squeezed hard, and felt himself begin to let off. Zach rubbed harder at her clit, and then grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as his cock tightened up and then shot his load into her contracting cunt.
All three were caught up in orgasm after orgasm, as she felt Tyler cum, she came again, which, in turn, made Zach cry out and cum even more. It was a delicious cycle that seemed to go on forever. All three moving, panting, moaning and screaming out their passion.
“Oh god! Stop!! Stop! Enough! No more!” Ivy cried out.
If he were capable of words, Zach would have agreed with her. They all slowed their movements, and Ivy collapsed forward, Tyler falling onto her as well, as she was caught between their two sweat-covered bodies, hearts racing.
After a few minutes, as their breathing began to quiet, Tyler slowly slipped out of Ivy’s ass, and she gave a small cry, her pussy clenching Zach’s cock again, causing him, in turn, to cry out.
“Dude, fucking warn me when you’re gonna do that!”
“Sorry. My bad,” Tyler groaned as he fell onto his back on the floor.
“I should probably move at some point, right?” Ivy asked.
“That depends. Would you like me to survive to see the dawn?” Zach asked.
Ivy laughed again, once again, her muscles tightening, as Zach groaned,
“Aw fuck me.”
“Heh, wwaaayyy ahead of you.” Ivy said, as she pushed her body off of Zach’s.
“Jesus Christ, that was amazing.” Tyler said from somewhere off to the side.
Zach heard Ivy giggle again, moving somewhere, presumably towards Tyler, as she kissed him and whispered “Thank you”. Zach’s vision was still a little blurry, so he absently murmured and agreement and tried to figure out if he’d ever have full use of his limbs again.

Drunken stumbling,
giggling helplessly,
lifting you to my hips.
Oh, I wish I
were better equipped.

Kissing, touching,
caressing, pulling--
Clothes are meaningless,
and your breasts are beautiful.

I want you so badly,
as we team up against you,
prowling like cats,
hungry like lions.

We sober up, calm down,
we talk for hours, and I find you
in my arms, at the end of it all
beautiful and naked, in the moonlight.
it's hard to tell where one of us begins,
and where one of us ends

One on each side, we caress you
two against one, we undressed you
we make you writhe and shudder,
mewling pleasure, softly crying out
as they roll through you one by one.

Discipline

i hesitated before knocking at the heavy oak door to his office. smoothing my plaid skirt and unbuttoning another button on the hated white blouse, i tossed my hair and knocked.
“enter,” came the peremptory voice of my professor.
i opened the door and slid into the office, eyes down, hair covering my face. did i look demure enough? i raised my eyes as i closed the door, and caught my breath. his long hair brushed the shoulders of his tweed sports coat, his tie hanging loosely around the unbuttoned top two buttons of his crisp white shirt. but my eyes went immediately to the black leather belt hanging low on his slim hips. his tall, lanky frame leaned casually against his desk, but he swallowed as he pushed his glasses up onto his nose. his eyes traveled up and down my body, as i stood silent in front of the closed door.
“well, miss, what can i help you with?”
“professor, it’s this paper. i suppose i wasn’t paying attention when you told us, but when was it due again?”
“it is due friday, as you should have written in your notes. i am disappointed in your lack of concentration, miss.”
“i’m sorry, sir, really i am. i try to pay attention but i get distracted so easily …”
“and what exactly is it that distracts you?”
“i pay attention when you’re lecturing, sir. it’s only the little details that seem to escape me.”
“i think a lesson in attention span might do you some good, young lady.”
i glanced again at the leather belt, “if you think so, sir.”
he gestured me to come closer. i could not resist him.
“if you would be so kind as to divest me of my belt, miss?”
my hands shook slightly as i unbuckled the belt. i slid it slowly from the waistband of his trousers, and handed it to him. it was heavy and thick, smelling slightly gamey.
“thank you.” he cleared his desk of papers and books, slowly and methodically, taking his time as he made stacks on the filing cabinet and bookshelf behind him. “now i need you to bend over the desk, miss. it is time for disciplinary action.”
i obediently bent over the desk, my cheek resting on the smooth wood, my buttocks raised to him, my feet placed firmly on the floor.
he raised my plaid skirt, revealing my white cotton panties. he cleared his throat. “i’ll have to divest you of this undergarment to fully demonstrate your punishment, if you don’t mind.”
“of course, professor.” i raised up higher to allow him to pull down my panties, and wriggled a little, helpfully. as they fell to the floor, i stepped out of them and nudged them to the side. i settled back down to my position across the desk.
“that’s much better,” he lifted his hand and brought it down hard on my bottom with a loud *smack*. i whimpered a little, but made no other sound or movement.
with each successive smack, i became more aroused, and less able to stay still. tiny moans escaped, despite my attempts to stay silent and submissive.
finally he reached for the leather belt. i groaned in anticipation.
he slapped the leather lightly on my reddened buttocks. i shivered.
he drew back and slapped me harder, and my back arched with the impact. i shuddered with the delicious pain. over and over again, he brought the belt down hard across my buttocks. i felt swollen. i moaned and shivered, loving the sensations, wanting more, craving release. i writhed on the desk, unable to be still.
“miss, you will have to be still, if i am to do this properly.”
i apologized breathlessly, writhing still more. i knew what came next.
“i shall have to restrain you if you cannot stop moving so much” he came around the front of the desk and lifted my head, stroking my hair away from my face. he removed my necktie from my neck, where it had been loosely tied.
“yes sir”
he removed his own necktie as he returned to his station behind me, and spread my legs further apart. he tied each of my ankles to a desk leg with the neckties.
he spread my buttocks further apart and took the belt up again. he slid his hand under me, placing the belt under me so that he could slide it out and between my buttocks. i moaned at the sensation of hard supple leather sliding across my vulva. i wriggled a little, wanting more. i raised myself higher, pushing my hips against the wooden desk.
while i was raised so, he grasped my bottom and slid the belt across my pussy again.
suddenly he let me go, and i heard the sound of his zipper, and the rustle of fabric. he lifted me again, and ground his hips against me. i felt his hard cock against my bottom, and wiggled closer to him, wanting him inside me.
i heard a small squish, and he smoothed greased fingers across and inside my ass. i writhed in anticipation, again. it seemed an eternity before i felt the pressure of his cock against my ass. i relaxed, allowing him to thrust into me slowly. i gasped as the heat and length of him slid into my tightness. he began to gently move in and out, filling me and drawing almost out, and sliding in and out. i moved against him slowly, letting him lead the way, as he held me captive on his hard rod. my breath came in quick gasps and slow moans.
i cried out for release, and he slowly pulled out of me. i sobbed from the bereft feeling of emptiness. he untied my ankles, and caressed my bottom. i was limp and submissive as he turned me over. the hard desk under my swollen ass was exquisite torture.
he spread my legs again, and once again tied my ankles to the desk.
drawing me closer to the edge of the desk, he pressed against my wet pussy, teasing me with his cock, brushing against me but not entering.
i moaned, wrapping my arms around him, trying to pull him too me.
he frowned. leaving me on the desk, he went to the coat rack and removed a long scarf.
returning to me, he gently pushed me down onto the desk, and raised my arms over my head. he tied my wrists together with the scarf, and then tied the scarf to the handle of a locked file drawer. i wiggled and resisted, but only a token. i craved the submission he forced on me.
he ran his hands over my body, stretched out on the desk, as he walked slowly around to the foot again, where he teased my pussy with his fingers.
i could see very little, even if i strained, restrained as i was.
it was a delicious shock when he suddenly thrust into me, almost tearing me with the force, and i clenched around him, pulling him in deeper.
he began to move then, and i writhed and moved with him. he slid in and out of my slickness, and drove into me harder, then gently moving in me. i groaned in pleasure, arching my back.
“ahem”
we had not heard the headmaster enter the room. he stood by the door, watching us.
“it seems you have begun disciplining this young lady without going through the proper channels.”
the professor stayed perfectly still inside me for a moment. then he answered the headmaster, apologizing for being so remiss.
the headmaster approached him, “it seems you also need a little discipline, professor.”
i heard another rasp of a zipper and more rustles of fabric. then i heard another squish.
the professor bent over me, and thrust deeper into me as the headmaster thrust into him.
i thought it had not been possible for him to thrust harder and deeper into me, but the added pressure of the headmaster behind him created more force, and if anything, made him harder and bigger.
the three of us created a new rhythm as they rocked in and out, and back and forth.
i was completely trapped under their bodies, reveling in the weight of them, as thrust added to thrust.
i writhed in ecstasy as the pressure in them built in me.
there was no talking. only primitive grunts and groans and gasps.
their thrusts shook me, making my breasts bounce as they rocked me and each other.
i climbed higher and higher, crashing down, clenching on the hard cock inside me, heat pouring through me in waves.
the pressure continued to build as i came again and again, crying out for the final release, as pain and pleasure culminated in cresting waves of madness.
the headmaster gave a muffled shout as he shot his load into the professor, and the professor moaned and shuddered with the force of the headmaster’s and his own orgasm.
he exploded into me as i crested the final peak of my climax, and we all crashed and collapsed together, shuddering, shaking, barely gasping for breath.
the headmaster was the first to recover, as he drew out of the professor with a small moan. he reached down to untie my legs, and i raised them to wrap around the professor’s waist as he started to draw out of me. i held him close inside me for a moment, flaccid and warm, i released him, and he slid out of me.
the headmaster untied my arms, and roughly asked if we had learned our lesson.
i stayed silent, unable to speak, while the professor answered, “until the next time, sir, i am sure we will make every attempt to improve ourselves.”

Dinner Games

It was a game they played when they had friends over for dinner or a party. When spirits were high, he lit candles in the bedroom and took her there, undressed her slowly, caressing her body and tying a scarf over her eyes as she knelt on the carpet. Another soft cloth was wrapped loosely around her wrists before he silently left the room as she sat there naked on her knees, waiting, her heart-beat throbbing in her temples.
A few minutes later, someone opened the door and silently came into the room. He stood in front of her, she could hear him un-zip his fly and fondle his cock in front of her un-seeing eyes. She trembled and opened her mouth wide for him and then she had him, sucked him hard like he had probably never been sucked before and finally swallowed his seed when he couldn`t resist her any longer, some of it coming on her cheeks and lips.
Slowly she caught her breath, untangled her wrists and wiped her lips and face as he left and closed the door behind him, never taking off the scarf before she heard the click from the latch in the door. Sitting on the floor, she held on to the moment, waiting for her blushing cheeks to cool, savoring what she had done, the taste of him, before she dressed and joined the guests again, looking at them all under the chandelier, wine sparkling in their glasses, gossip and chit-chat filling the air; wondering. She took a sip of wine, swallowing down the cum. Who`s was it?
Was it Patrik`s? Was his cock so big and hard, his load so tasty? Did his wife Laura do it for him? She sat there and chattered away, laughing and not suspecting anything. Or was it him, Carl, the one with the lean and firm body? Or maybe his boss, black Angus with the broad shoulders. She thought of the taste, size, hardness and feel of the flesh as she sucked him and tried to match the cock with the man, sought their eyes over the table, tried to find evidence in their faces. They never gave it away.
Afterwards, when they lay in bed and the candles were flickering in their final breaths, she would ask him who it was but he never told her. Secretly she wondered when he would invite two of them.
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Vanilla

Submitted by an anonymous guest writer:

My mistress came for me, moaning, screaming, clutching at the sheets with hands like claws, lost in pleasure while I bulled her and worked a vibe deep in her ass.

How many men could write that? How many would like to be able to write that?

But I can. The image of it is burned on my brain. My beautiful mistress. My whore. My darling, coming as if her soul is being turned inside out. Dear God, she is so beautiful, so amazing, so wonderful. Long and pale and slim and elegant and soft and sharp and clever and eager and hungry. Such a gifted little slut. So damned good at coming. Once she starts she can’t stop. She lets me draw orgasms out of her one after another, a stuttering cascade of pleasure like the pearls I stuff into her sweet cunt and drag out again on a long, coiling string of joy. She loses herself completely. She falls down into a trance of joy. She’s not in control. She can barely respond to what’s happening to her. It is wonderful to behold.

We had three amazing hours on a big snowflake marshmallow of a bed with a view out across the harbour.

“I want vanilla” .

That’s what she said.

Kinky.

We rolled on the bed, naked and sweaty and ate mango and pineapple and fat strawberries that stained the sheets blood red and we lay close and drank elder-flower champagne and munched on Turkish Delight.

At the end of it all she said: “I brought my collar. I wish you’d spank me.’’

mmmm,

Vanilla.