Man's Story: Don't Make a Sound
Tanya was house-sitting on the Big Sur coast. We HAD to come visit, she said. An amazing house, you could watch sea otters from the bed, wild and private and beautiful. So we drove down Friday evening, finding the narrow, steep driveway after midnight. The only place to lay our sleeping bag in the tiny house was right next to Tanya's bed, so we piled our clothes on the floor, watching Tanya's hair spilling on her pillow, hearing her slow breathing. We slid into our bag, zipped it up, and fell asleep.
We woke to gulls calling, cuddled in a strange new place with our friend still asleep just above our heads. We kissed and petted, full of early morning turn-on. Eventually we zipped the bag open and took turns sucking and licking each other into a frenzy--all the time trying not to make a sound. It was awful and exquisite. Soon we were fucking, almost holding our breath, but we couldn't stop the soft sounds of flesh meeting or the wet smacks of penetration. Trying to be quiet was an unbearable turn-on. Our comes were both about 10 on the Richter scale.
After, we lay gasping on each other, still imagining Tanya hadn't heard a thing. A tiny moan came from the bed. Then we heard a hand moving rhythmically under Tanya's big down quilt, and more moans. Finally the whole bed shook for a moment or two and went still. We were sprawled on the floor, naked, the sleeping bag tangled around our feet, sweaty and fragrant from sex, not daring to move. Tanya's flushed face and tousled hair appeared over the edge of the bed. Her eyes were very bright. "Welcome, you two," she said. Her smile lit up the whole room.
Woman's Story: Dirty Girl
She took my hand and led me across the dance floor towards the bathroom.
"In the little boy's room," she smiled and entered the furthest stall, dragging me in with her.
The walls were cold, hatched metal that left icy imprints on my back from being pressed up against them so long. She never put her mouth on mine, since I'd said I was coming down with a cold. Skipping the kisses, she put her long fingers on the top button of my shirt and started murmuring about obedience and the importance of not crying out.
She pulled my shirt open to my shoulders and started sweeping her tongue across my bared breasts. One hand brushing my thigh. The other holding my wrists above my head. Her teeth closed quickly around my nipple and then released, soaking me in endorphins so hot I felt my thighs melt. I forgot whatever qualms I had about being in a public place and barely noticed the voices of two men fixing themselves in the mirrors not 10 feet away.
She whispered "You love this don't you? Dirty girl."
"Yes" is all I said.
Her hand swelled inside me and she repeated in my ear "Dirty dirty dirty girl" until I came.
Man's Story: Reluctant Lover
She wouldn't let me French kiss her. But we were naked on the bed, and I was laying on top of her, rubbing the length of cock against her clit.
"Should I put on a condom," I asked.
"No, I don't want to have sex."
So I pressed the head of my cock ever so slightly into into her vagina. Not enough to penetrate, but enough to feel a bit of her warmth and wetness.
"That feels so good. But pretend there's a wall there; you can't go any further."
"OK," I said. I continued like that, for a few minutes, a slight teasing penetration, a mock fucking.
Then, all of a sudden, in a single movement, she reached out, grabbed my ass, and pulled me inside of her.
Woman's Story: The Tubs
I went to a hot tub last week with a guy I'd met in high school. He is 6'6", Indian, and beautiful; we have a great sexual energy between us. We got together for a walk and ended up renting a hot tub for an hour. Of course, we fooled around and ended up fucking. I mean, how could I resist? There were two things that stood out for me, aside from his lanky brown body and super cock:
First, the fact that he made me cum four times in about 1/2 an hour (it's never happened to me). Men and women have tried to get me off a ton of times in one session, but my body hasn't been ready for it. He was successful.
Second, I'll never forget being in 69 position with him on top (another first for me). The head of his cock was in my mouth, and he was bent miraculously backward. His asshole was puckering in and out in front of my eyes! I'd never had such a close encounter with an asshole! All I could do was stare at it while it moved.
Before he came, he got off me and masturbated onto my tits. I loved that, too! Watching a guy stroking himself is very cool, and warm cum is nice to rub around.
After we washed off, the hot tub attendant knocked and told us our hour was almost up. Just in time. I definitely plan on getting together with my Indian friend again.
Man's Story: Strange Love
After two quick pregnancies, my wife and I decided to use alternatives to intercourse. (The pill and other birth control was not available where we lived during the early 1960's.) Our favorite position was for her to lie on her back, legs spread, feet in the air, with me kneeling between her legs. Instead of inserting my penis, I would insert two fingers while rubbing her clit with my thumb. She positioned her hand so I could fuck her fist. Her orgasms were great and she often finished me off with a great blow job.
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