0 comments/ 121278 views/ 7 favorites Aural Sex By: AnnabelleandJay The taste of rubber filled his mouth. It was the taste of the rubber ball gag that she had stuffed into his mouth just before she blindfolded him. "It's no use to struggle, dear," she said. "Your arms are securely tied to the headboard. Your feet are tied together and secured to the foot of the bed. Remember, you agreed to all of this." He had agreed. Eagerly. "I have a special surprise for you," she had said at dinner two weeks ago. "But you have to agree to everything. Even though you don't know what it is. All I'll say is that it's something you've wished for, for a long time." Now, here he was, his arms stretched and tied above his head, his naked body pulled taut on their bed, and his wife sitting squarely on his chest. He felt the sharpness of her high heels digging into his naked thighs as she shifted and climbed off of him. "I was going to put ear plugs in your ears but then I decided that this would be much better. Yes, much better," she said. He could hear her walking around the room as she spoke. "I hope you liked the way I look tonight. I hope you liked the stockings, the short skirt, my tits hanging out of my blouse. I hope you liked the teased hair, the make-up and the come-fuck-me shoes. And there are some things you didn't even get to see underneath it all. Yes, I think I look pretty hot and slutty tonight. Don't you?" she asked. He nodded his head as vigorously as his restricted position would allow. "I'd like to say I dressed up like this for you. But I didn't," she said. He could feel her standing next to the bed now, next to the edge where he was firmly tied. "You see, dear, frankly, I'm really sick of it," she said. "I'm sick of you asking, hinting, insinuating and hounding me. It's constant now, you know, your asking the same old thing. We can't even have a simple dinner when you don't manage to work it into the conversation," she said. He felt her move, heard her leave his side of the bed and go back to the center of the room. "Oh, good! I can start now," he heard her say, and heard her moving around the room again. "You've been at it for two years, now. Did you know that, honey? Two years!" she said firmly. "It started slowly at first, and now hardly a day goes by without you bringing it up. Dear, I'm unbuttoning my blouse now. Nice and slow. Now, I'm taking it off." He heard the sound of the fabric rustling in the air, felt the breeze as the thrown blouse passed by his face. "I'm wearing that very sexy black bra you like so much. You know, the half one that pushes my tits up and makes my nipples stick out," she said. "Oh, yes, please do that. Rub them," he heard her say. Then silence. He listened, but just heard her breathing and the sound of his own heart pounding loudly in his ears. "And it's really an obsession with you now. You leave porno magazines out for me to see with pictures, articles and letters about it. You send websites with pictures to me at work about it. And honey, I'm sick of it. Do you hear that sound, dear? That's my skirt unzipping and coming off. I'm standing here in a very sexy black garterbelt and my stockings," she said. "What do you think? Like what you see?" she asked. Confused, he heard some rustling, heard her take two steps and then a soft moan. Her moan. "Ohhhh, I guess you do like it," she said. "And dear, I can't begin to count the number of porno videos you've rented about your obsession and begged me to watch them with you. Then you ask every three minutes if it turns me on and if I'd like to try it. Honey, now I'm spreading my legs apart and slipping my finger into my very wet cunt. Oh, I'm sooo hot! And it's soooo easy to put my finger in because I'm wearing those nasty crotchless panties that you bought me and I've never worn before. But I've got them on now." "Oh, yes, that's it! Go ahead! Right there!" he heard her say. He strained, listening intently, listening to her rapid breathing, listening to the wet, sloshing sounds of her masturbating, of slippery fingers moving in and out. Then he heard her move again, back around the bed and over next to him, standing near his head. "Do you hear that? That's the sound of me rubbing my cunt. I'm touching my hot little pussy, but can you tell what you don't hear?" she asked. He turned his head, stretching, listening. Nothing. "You don't hear any rubbing of my pubic hear. I shaved my cunt today. You wanted me to do that too, didn't you? So I thought that I might as well go all the way tonight. Now it's so hot and slick, honey. It allows everything to be seen, my dripping pussy lips, my pink opening, everything, and there's my hard clit all swollen. Too bad you can see it, honey," she said. He heard the soft, liquid sounds of her rubbing and touching herself. "Uuuuuummmmm," that feels so good," he heard her say, as the rubbing sounds continued. "So dear, I've finally had all I can take of your asking me about it and obsessing about it. Would I like to have another man fuck me? How about a threesome? Would it turn me on to fuck some other guy while you watch me? Would it turn me on to have another man join us? Well, dear, suppose we find out." Across the room, he heard a noise. First metal sounds, a belt buckle, perhaps? Then cloth rustling, a thud, perhaps a shoe dropping. He cocked his head, canine like, turning an ear to the sound. Had she moved undetected, away from the bedside and back to the middle of the room? He felt the sag of the mattress, the weight of another person climbing in the bed. Then a shock, as she spoke again, still standing at his bedside. "Ummmm, that looks nice," she said. He heard her walk away, the slow sauntering click of her high heels on the floor, around the bed, to the other side. He felt the bed sag again. "Oh my," she said. "That's so big. I can hardly wait to ride that nice, hard cock. Does that feel good when I rub it?" The bed shook. Then he heard her laugh. "Okay, let me put it in. You just lie there. Yes, just press the head against my hot cunt lips. That's it. Now I want it in me!" He felt the bed jostle, then bump, then her loud moan. "Ohhhhhhhh, yes!" he heard. "That feels so good. Oh, god, it's so deep and so hard." He felt the bed beneath him begin to move, gently at first, then steady and rhythmically. "Yes, fuck me! Pump me with that big cock of yours. Oh, I can feel it going so deep inside me! You're splitting me open with that big cock. Oh, god, yes! Do it!" he heard her say, her voice now throaty and breathless. "Ahhhhhh! You like fucking that tight cunt of mine, don't you? You like slamming that huge piece of meat into my hot hole, I can tell," she groaned. He listened for a response, stretching his neck muscles and straining to hear some clue about the man sharing the bed with him. Nothing. Silence. Just the creaking of the bed and her moans filling the air. "Oh, god, I love riding this fat cock! YES! Shove it in me! Deeper! Yes!" she urged. He heard the slapping of naked flesh on flesh, and the soggy, squishing noises of lubricated sex, as slick organs rubbed and mingled together. "Wait! Wait!" he heard her shout, then a long moment of silence. The shaking of the bed stopped. All calm, all quiet. "I think I'm ready. Are you?" he heard her ask, panting, breathless. He heard no response. "Dear," she said. "You kept on and on, asking the same question, and I didn't know how to respond. You were always trying to convince me to let another man join us. Asking how I'd like to have sex with two men. Well, dear, I'm about to find an answer to that question, too." He heard movement. Was she getting up? Was the man leaving? Then he felt the weight, the bed sagging as someone sat down next to him, naked flesh rubbing up against his side. Was someone else in the room? Or had she moved around to sit next to him? Then he heard her speak, still from the other side of the bed. "Okay, we'll take it easy at first. This is new for me. But when we get warmed up, I promise it will be really good." Was that someone else sitting on the bed next to him? Was she trying to fool him? He struggled to hear, hoping to tell if the man she had been fucking had gotten up and was now sitting on the edge of the bed. Then he heard it, the slow, sloppy squish of sex starting up again next to him. It was the unmistakable sound of a hard cock going into a wet vagina. He felt the bed begin of thump again, and then new movement next to him from the edge of the bed. Someone was crawling over top of his bound body, over top of him to reach the fucking couple next to him. He felt a hairy leg drag across his thighs, then a penis, yes, that was it, a hard penis, drag across his body. He listened. He heard nothing, except the slow, fluid, rhythmic pumping starting up again. Then he heard her whisper. "Oooooo, that's nice. Yes, that's good. Stick your finger in my tight little asshole. Easy. Easy. Ahhhhh, yes. I can feel my hot little hole being stretched open for you. You like that?" Then he heard a low moan, starting from deep within her and spilling out of her mouth. "Oooooooooooooo, that's heaven! You're driving me crazy! Yes! I love your tongue in my asshole while I've got another cock stuffed in my cunt. Oh, that's it, yes, eat my sweet asshole! Eat it! I love it, your tongue inside my ass. Can you feel his cock from there? Oh, yes, stick it in, deeper!" He heard her groan, as the bouncing of the bed grew stronger and continued for several minutes, then stopped suddenly. "That's it," he heard her say. "Smear it all around my asshole. Oh, yes, that will make it nice and slick. I can hardly wait to have your big cock buried deep in my asshole. Would you like that? Would you like to push that monster into my tiny virgin ass? Oh, that feels good when you put two fingers in my butt. Yes, work it around, loosen me up! Ohhhh, yes, I'm ready now. I want you both to fuck me at the same time." He tensed his body, rigid against the ropes and cursed his heart for pounding so loudly that he couldn't hear her, hear them. He held his breath hoping to eliminate the roaring sound he was making as air rushed in and out through his nose. Then he heard it, her scream. "AAAHHHHHHHHHH!" she yelled. "Ohhhhhh, God! That hurts! Wait! Wait! Stop! Stop a second! Don't! Don't…. don't pull out. It's just so big in my ass!" Time stopped for him. All sound stopped for him. Then he heard her deep throaty exhale. "Ahhhhhhh, yes, it's okay now. Now slide the rest of it in. Go ahead," she said. He heard the room fill with the sharp intake of her breath then the low, vibrating hum from her throat. "Uhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmm." "OH, YES! All the way! Stick that big cock in my ass. Oh, god, yes, fuck me in the ass. And fuck my hot cunt. Yes, do it! Fill me up with those two big dicks. Oh, yes, it feels like you're going to split me wide open. I can't believe it, you're both so big, so deep inside me! Yes, pump those hot cocks into both of my holes!" He heard her grunting, her low deep guttural sounds that coincided with each lurch and thump of the bed. He picked out the small words that fell out along with her pants and moans. The "ohs" and "ahs" that interspersed the wave of noise emanating from other side of the bed. He heard her breathing coming faster now, her tiny gasps more frequent, as the bouncing of the bed changed from a patter of smaller countering thumps to a heavy, deep, rhythmic pounding, so violent that he felt his body being bounced off of the mattress. He could feel the repeated tugs at his wrists and ankles as his body flew up and down on the bed, mirroring the nearby pummeling. "Please! Yes! Come on, don't stop! Don't stop! Fuck me! Harder! I'm gonna' come, too! Come on! Shoot it in me! Give it to me, both of you! I want it in both holes! Yes, cream in my ass! Oh, god , yes, I'm gonna' come!" he heard her scream, as his bound body flailed up and down from the thrashing. "I'm CUUUUMMMMMIINNNGGGGGGG!!!" she shrieked. He heard the loud smack of bodies, enormous grunts and moans as sweat covered flesh slammed together, drowning out the wrenching of the bed and the creaking of the wooden bed frame. Then silence and stillness. After a moment, a chorus of soft deep breathing arose from the bed next to him. He heard people panting, catching their breath. He heard her whisper, strained to hear but couldn't make out what she said, or what was whispered back to her. Then she laughed, and her laughter exploded around him, filled the room and rang in his ears. He felt the bed jostle and shake as he heard people began to move about. Footsteps filled the room, scurried about for a moment and then more silence. He was alone in the room. Minutes passed. It was the sound of her high heels on the floor echoing down the hall that made his lift his head. He heard her come into the room and walk over to the bed. He felt the bed shake then felt her weight upon his chest, her nylon clad legs pressing hard against his ribs as she sat on top of him. Hands worked behind his head and in a moment, his blindfold was off. Light flooded into his eyes. He focused his eyes and looked at her now sitting squarely on top of his chest, her swollen, spread vaginal lips were just inches from his chin. The semen dripped out of her slit and formed a small puddle in the hollow of his chest, just on top of his sternum. He could feel something dripping from behind her. A small warm rivulet was running down onto his stomach. He could see the smile on her face. "Well, dear, did you enjoy me having sex with another man? Or a threesome?" she asked, knowing that no answer would come from his still gagged mouth. "So we won't be having any more of that little obsession will be?" she asked rhetorically. "Oh, and dear," she said, as if remembering something forgotten, "In the last few weeks, I've notice that you've added a new wrinkle to your constant questions and hints. Would I like for another woman to join us? Do I want to have sex with a woman? How about a threesome with another woman? Well, I not about to listen to that for two more years." She slid sideways off of his chest and stood up by the side of the bed. There, standing at the foot of the bed, was an attractive brunette, naked except for black thigh high leather boots. She held a small, nasty looking whip in her hand. "So, dear…" he heard her say, as she moved to replace his blindfold, "Why don't we just go ahead and answer that question tonight, too?" Plunged into darkness again, her heard her walk away, heard the sound of a small giggle, and then her moan, "Oh, yeesssssss!" Aural Sex Amanda Gold heard her husband pick up the telephone and felt a shiver run down her spine. This wasn’t the first time that Rick had made a secretive call. At first she’d thought that he was having an affair with another woman; he was obviously making calls when he had thought she was out of the house. But after returning from a shopping trip earlier in the week she had clearly heard her own name mentioned before announcing that she was home and hearing Rick quickly and nervously replacing the receiver. Of course, she had enquired as to whom he was talking to, but Rick had simply claimed a wrong number. She had known he was lying. Why would her name have been mentioned if he were talking to a wrong number? And surely, if he were having an affair, his wife would be the last person he would bring up in conversation. There was something very suspicious about these calls, Amanda knew, and she had been determined to find out what was going on. Amanda had told her husband that she was going out for an hour or so. She wanted to give him time alone and the perfect opportunity to call his secret contact. But, of course, she hadn’t gone very far. In fact she had only waited outside for a few short minutes before slipping off her shoes and padding silently in her bare feet back into the house. The plan had worked perfectly; as she stood hidden behind the slightly open kitchen door she could hear, and see, as her husband picked up the telephone and placed his call. “It’s me,” Rick said quietly into the receiver. “She’s left the house for a while so we can talk.” Amanda’s mind was racing. Was Rick having an illicit love affair? Who was he talking to? She peered through the crack in the door but could only see his back as he held the telephone to his ear. She could see no facial expressions that would give her any clues. “Yes, she is.” Rick continued. There was a short pause in the conversation while, Amanda guessed, the person on the other end of the line spoke. “So, you’re still interested? Good. Yes, she’s a very sexy woman. What? Oh, okay, well, blonde hair, about five feet seven. Yes, about 36C. As Amanda listened she became more and more confused. It was clear that her husband was referring to her, but for what purpose? Was his lover asking how she compared to his wife? “Shall we do it later this afternoon then?” Rick asked. Amanda felt that his voice had altered slightly now; a little breathless and maybe a bit excited? “Okay. What else would you like to know?” Rick continued. “Well, today she’s just wearing jeans and a light top – halter style, I think. No, I didn’t see her dress this morning but I would think she’s probably wearing black panties, she prefers that colour. No, she rarely wears a bra, her tits are still nice and firm!” Amanda still had little idea of what was going on, but the way her husband was speaking was not the way he would normally address a woman. But why would he be talking to another man about her? Unless …… Amanda almost gasped as the thought popped into her head. “Oh now wait a minute.” Rick’s voice was a little more urgent; more concerned and it broke through Amanda’s thoughts and brought her mind back to the current reality. “We didn’t say anything about that. Yes, I know I said she likes black men, but we were talking about just you, not two of your friends as well!” Amanda listened. There was another pause in the conversation before her husband continued. “Well, yes, I suppose so, if it’s that or nothing. Yes, I can see that; three times the fun. Three cocks are better than one? Yes, I guess so.” The tingle along Amanda’s spine intensified. She realised that she had been holding her breath and silently exhaled long and slowly. So, this was what it was all about, was it, she thought? She and Rick had always had an open and honest relationship – they talked about everything. She’d thought that it had been a throw-away remark: She’d never slept with a black man. But it was clear now that her husband had taken her confession very, very seriously. The telephone conversation was obviously to do with setting up some sort of meeting with a man - three men, in fact – and she was to be the star attraction! Amanda wondered if she could cope with three men all at once. At a shade over thirty years old she was still highly sexual and she knew that her body was still in very good shape. She wanted to do it; wanted to do it badly, but did she have the fortitude for such an adventure? She licked her bone-dry lips and peered back through the crack in the door. She resolved to make her decision later, but, if she were completely honest with herself, she already knew what it would be. “Oh yes,” Rick continued, “of course she’ll be ready. Yes, she is good at oral sex. Actually she loves to suck cock. Yes, anal too, she loves sex. There’s hardly anything that Mandy won’t try!” The tingle in Amanda’s spine had now mutated into an electric pulse that seemed to throb through her entire body. She could feel her stiffened nipples pressing and grating against the cotton material of her top, chaffing the sensitive skin and causing them to swell. She pressed a hand to the crotch of her jeans and felt the heat there. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to paint a mental picture of what the situation might entail. But she needed more details. She wanted to build up an image of these men in her mind. As if reading her thoughts perfectly, Rick began speaking into the telephone once again. “But I want to be in control, okay?” He asked. “Let me tell you what I want to happen.” This was what Amanda wanted. Her breathing had become a little ragged and her hand was pressed firmly against the front of her jeans. She was sure that her pussy was leaking juice already. “I’ll bring her and we’ll meet you and your friends at that empty house you own, okay?” Rick continued quickly. “If you like, I’ll tell her to wear the same clothes; jeans and a halter, I know you’ll like that, the halter shows quite a lot of the top of her tits. I’ll have her sit down on the sofa between your two friends – you and I can watch for a few minutes while she gets started, okay? I know that your friends – what are their names? Joe and Dave? – will already be turned on, and I’ll suggest straight away that they strip off some their clothes so that Mandy can see their big, black cocks.” Amanda groaned silently to herself as she imagined the situation. Her eyes closed. This was the sort of detail that she needed to build up her mental picture. She envisaged herself sitting between the two dark men. Maybe she would be a little nervous at first but she would quickly push those thoughts from her mind. Their cocks would be long and hard, wouldn’t they? Black and sleek with balls that would be heavy with sperm. She imagined her hands reaching out and grasping each shaft gently but firmly. She could almost feel the blood pumping through their veins and she licked her lips appreciatively. Slowly she would slide her hands up and down the two solid tools; feeling them swell beneath her touch and hearing the young men groan with pleasure. They would twitch in her hands – she was certain of it – and as she deftly cupped their hanging testicles, both men would stretch back luxuriantly and let her go to work on them. But Rick was continuing with his one-sided conversation over the telephone now. Amanda was hot and excited. She knew that she was wet as well and desperately wanted to hear what would happen to her next. “While my wife is stroking Joe and David’s cocks, you could unzip your pants.” Rick continued. “Take out your cock and walk over to her. Her hands will be a little busy but her mouth will be open for you. Pull her halter up and over her head. Do it fast – almost violently, she will like that – Squeeze her tits for her. Pinch her nipples until they swell. Now you can place the head of your cock against her lips. Yes, she always wears lipstick. Pull the back of her head towards you and push your long black cock straight into her mouth, okay?” As Amanda peered through the crack in the door she noticed that Rick had changed his position. Her husband was no longer standing but seated on the upholstered telephone seat so that he was, unknowingly, turned sideways to her view. The telephone was pressed tightly to his ear with one hand whilst, with the other, he was unzipping his blue pants and pulling out his cock. As Amanda watched, she imagined the unseen man’s penis, fully erect and about to slide into her mouth. She gulped silently as she pictured the scene while watching her husband begin to slowly masturbate. “I tell you, man, he mouth will feel so good around your cock,” Rick went on. “Like velvet around you as you pump slowly in and out, fucking her pretty face. Her eyes will look up at you and I can watch as you force the head of your tool into her throat.” Amanda had her own idea of what was happening. Her eyes were tight shut as the image of the man’s large cock entered her mouth and throat and she could almost feel his big, dark hands as they groped her breasts and pinched her nipples. She licked her lips again and could almost taste him. She knew he would be very hard and she loved the way that her mind controlled the throb of his veiny shaft as it glided over her tongue. She knew that Rick was openly masturbating now and couldn’t resist pushing her halter up over her breasts so that she could play with the hard, throbbing nipples, just as the unseen man was doing in her mind. The small, tight buds swelled in her fingers as she pinched and rolled them over and over. Her eyes closed again as the pleasurable sensations crawled over her body and gripped her in a lustful embrace. Her hand pressed harder at the crotch of her jeans – the same jeans that she would wear for her lovers – and she could feel the moistness seeping from her vagina. “Now it will be time to get the rest of her clothes off.” Rick said. His cock was poking out from his zipper hard and straight and his hand slowly squeezed the head. “I’ll tell her to stand and the three of you will surround her. I’ll watch of course and two of you can pull her jeans and panties down while the other plays with her tits. That sound good?” It certainly sounded good to Amanda who was still pinching and squeezing a pair of abused and swollen nipples. She still had the scene planted firmly in her mind and she saw herself smiling as she stood and allowed two of her black lovers to undo her jeans and pull them, together with her panties, down her long, slender legs. She would kick off her shoes and step out of the jeans with a grin, standing before her admirers now as naked as the day she was born. “The next part will be easy.” Rick continued excitedly. “Dave will sit back on the sofa while Joe and I watch. We’ll both be jerking off, of course and, as Mandy bends over to suck Dave’s cock, you can slip behind her and ram your hard tool into her cunt. She will already be wet, but if you want to poke her hole a little with your fingers first, I know she’ll enjoy that.” Amada groaned quietly as she heard how she was first to be penetrated. She could clearly imagine how she would be doubled over and going down deeply on David’s cock while his friend entered her from behind. She could almost feel the width of him as he slid into her dripping hole. She needed to touch herself down there and, a little reluctantly removing her fingers from her swollen nipples, she unzipped the front of her jeans and undid the button at the waist band. Slowly her hand worked its way inside her black lace panties. There was already a damp stain in the gusset and Amanda moaned silently as her finger slid easily down between her slick sex lips. “Oh, man!” Rick gasped into the telephone as he stroked his cock a little faster. “I know you’re going to like being inside my wife’s cunt. She’s so hot and tight and she’ll grip you with her pussy muscles until your mind spins. Yes, that’s right, you can put your hands on her ass cheeks and open her up so you can get deeper penetration. Then you’ll ram into her again, pushing her forwards so that she swallows Dave’s cock all the way to his balls!” Both husband and wife were masturbating freely now as Rick’s description became more and more graphic. Two of Amanda’s fingers were buried deep inside her pussy and her thumb rotated over her distended clit as she watched her husband rub his cock. “I’ll want to see Dave cum first.” Rick panted as his hips began to rock back and forth on the telephone seat. “I’ll tell him to pull his cock out just as he’s about to blow and shoot all over my wife’s face. Shit man, that will look so fucking good, don’t you think? Then it will be your turn. I’ll want to see you ram that tight little cunt of Mandy’s until she cries out for you to cum. You’ll thrust deeper and deeper, getting so far into her cunt that your balls will slap against her ass loudly. When you cum you’ll shoot your seed so deep inside her it will stay there for days!” Just as Amanda imagined the black men’s cum flooding her pussy and mouth she felt her whole body tighten and tense. Her pussy seemed to hold her two fingers in a vice like grip as her muscles tightened. She leaned back heavily against the wall and held her breath again. Her eyes screwed tightly shut and she bit painfully into her lip to stop herself crying out. The waves of pleasure continued for several moments until finally, perspiring and breathless, she pulled her wet fingers out of her vagina. On an impulse she touched the digits to her lips and slowly licked the juice away. “Yes, I know.” Rick’s voice seemed far away to Amanda now, but she quickly realised that her adventure was not yet over. “I know,” Rick repeated into the telephone, “Joe won’t have had her yet. Don’t worry; it will be time for her last hole to be used! You’ll all pull my wife down onto the carpet and then you, Dave and me can sit back and watch. Joe will kneel behind Mandy and then lift her long, naked legs back over her head to expose her wet pussy and tight little ass. He’ll rub his hard cock a few times and then use his fingers to open up her anus. Oh fuck! I can almost hear her cry out as he sticks his big pole into her ass.” Amanda was now striving for her second orgasm. Without care that she was standing naked in her own kitchen, she had stripped off her jeans and discarded her stained underwear. Her naked left foot was up on a chair, opening her vagina as her fingers plunged in and out of the wet hole. But her eyes and ears were still trained diligently on her husband and his telephone conversation. “Joe will ram his big, black prick in and out of my wife’s ass as we all sit around watching and stroking our own tools back to hardness. She’ll put her hand down between her legs as he thrusts and will rub her clit. I know that she’ll love being watched nearly as much as she’ll enjoy being fucked and it will only be a few seconds before she cries out as her orgasm hits her.” Amanda’s orgasm had already hit her. The second wave of pleasure had crept up on her and then taken over her whole body. She could feel her toes curl on the cold floor and felt the shivers of lust tingle through her lithe frame. She pinched her nipples again to prolong the series of spasms until she finally flopped down onto the floor and sat resting with her bare ass on the tiles. “And then I want you all to cum again.” Rick gasped as his hand flew up and down the length of his cock. “I’ll tell Joe to pull out of Mandy’s ass and push her back onto the sofa and I’ll watch while the three of you take turns to jerk off over her. One by one you’ll shoot your hot, sperm over her sweaty body. I’ll want you to cover her face and hair, splash your hot seed over her swollen tits and jerk your cum out over her shaved mound so that I can watch it trickle down between her cunt lips and into the crack of her ass. And then ……. Ohhhhhhh!” Amanda watched closely as her husband’s cock seemed to explode like a volcano and spurt ropey jets of semen into the air. Burst after bust of cum shot from the end of his convulsing weapon as he jerked frantically and teased his twitching balls. It was a sight that Amanda had rarely seen but knew that she wanted to see again. But all that could wait, she thought excitedly. First she had to prepare herself for Joe, David and the as yet unnamed third black man that would all be fucking her later on. With still trembling legs she slipped, unseen, out of the kitchen door and up the stairs to change. By the time Amanda had showered and dressed (she had remembered what her husband had said earlier about her clothes and had selected a similar pair of jeans and halter top) and returned downstairs, Rick was nowhere to be seen. The telephone seemed to stare at her, challenging her. Slowly she moved towards it. There were still tell-tale traces of hastily cleaned sperm on the dark velour cover of the seat where Rick had been sitting and a few splashes on the carpet. She didn’t really know why she was doing it, but Amanda slowly reached out and picked up the receiver. The dial tone buzzed loudly in her ear as she reached for the redial button. For a moment there was silence on the line before an automated, robotic voice spoke to her. “At the third tone, the time will be …..” Amanda replaced the handset and smiled a little disappointedly. Oh well, she thought with a deep sigh, maybe one day. Maybe one day! The End Aural Sex Carrie's heavy breathing developed slowly and steadily into soft moaning and then eventually into loud, persistent groaning, before finally erupting into seemingly endless shrieks and shouts of pleasure. Genelle described the experience of listening to the regular afternoon routine as aural sex. Separated by one thin wall with seemingly no insulation, Genelle was Carrie's neighbor in a modest duplex located in a complex with dozens of such homes. Carrie seemed to be of similar age to Genelle, who was 24, and the two often talked outside whenever they crossed paths. But a friendship had not developed for whatever reason, despite the two living next to one another for nearly a year. Genelle was an attractive and athletic young woman, though she stood barely over 5 feet tall. She had milky white skin, short brown hair and large, round brown eyes that seemed to demand attention when you looked at her. She never thought herself to be as pretty as she really was, instead envying women like Carrie who had the traits Genelle lacked. Carrie was a good 7 or 8 inches taller, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and skin that tanned easily. It was no wonder she and her boyfriend (or any one of a few other men her boyfriend didn't no about, Genelle had noticed) were able to fill that regular late-afternoon time slot with the pleasurable sounds that constantly reminded Genelle of how long it had been since she'd had sex. Turning on music and trying to occupy herself with other tasks had been Genelle's initial means of trying to distract her attention from the sound, and she had always been too embarrassed to confront Carrie about it. Lately, though, she had occasionally started giving in to the arousal she felt, inspired by the noises of lustful sex just a few feet away, on the other side of a wall she could probably punch a hole through. At first, she just casually fingered herself over clothes while pretending to watch TV, not wanting to admit that she was masturbating to the sound of her neighbor having sex. Eventually, the finger began sliding into open jeans or under a skirt. One afternoon just over a month ago, Genelle abandoned the denial and gave in completely. By the time Carrie had reached the shrieks and shouts of pleasure, Genelle was naked on her bed except for a t-shirt. The middle finger on her right hand was fully inserted into her vagina while the index finger massaged her labia, and her thumb fondled her clit. Her left hand was under her t-shirt, massaging her sensitive breasts, fingers teasing her hardened nipples. Genelle's mind was enveloped with the task of pleasing herself, her imagination giving in fully to Carrie's elated voice. Visions danced through Genelle's mind while she satisfied her needs - Carrie on her knees, straddling a hungry, faceless man's mouth, her hips grinding in rhythm to the bobs of the man's head; Carrie on all fours, another faceless man behind her, thrusting triumphantly in tune to Carrie's satisfied shouts; Carrie on top of the faceless man, sliding up and down his full, engorged length, while her full breasts bounced erotically. The imagery and the desire and the pent-up need to come led Genelle to perhaps the most forceful orgasm she had ever experienced, though she was still reserved enough to be quiet, not wanting her neighbor to hear. On this day, masturbating wasn't enough for Genelle. The arousal began as soon as she saw one of Carrie's alternate lovers arrive and knock on the door. Not wanting to acknowledge what she was doing, she listened at the wall, wanting to hear, wanting to experience the pleasure Carrie was experiencing. Wanting a man, wanting any man, she called the complex's maintenance man and said she needed help right away with a leak. She'd already hung up the phone by the time she realized what she was doing. Don didn't look like a movie star by any means, but he wasn't too old - probably in his 30s - and he was cute enough. Genelle thought Carrie would be fully into the groaning, growing in volume, by the time Don arrived, and that she would be able to use that to seduce Don. Getting into character, she quickly got undressed, wet her hair in the shower and put on a bathrobe over her naked body. She just got out of the shower, she thought. She couldn't stop a small stream of water running from the shower head. Yes. That would be her story. She manipulated the handle on the shower, to get a small steady flow running, when she heard the knock at the door. Nervous, she panicked and thought about not answering, but then she gained her courage and went to open the door before fear could dissuade her. Don stood at the door in his dirty jeans and a tight long-sleeve t-shirt. His tool belt was slung low, and he carried a large tool box. "Hi, Genelle," he said. "Can I come in?" "Sure," she said. "It's the bathroom, the shower. The water won't stop completely." "Well, let me take a look," Don said, "and I'll see what other tools I may need." He walked across the apartment toward the bathroom, and Genelle could see him acknowledge the noise coming from Carrie next door. He said nothing, and Genelle felt herself trembling. "I, uh, I mean, I, um, uh, I apologize, I guess," Genelle started to say. She could barely control her trembling, her heart racing. "I mean I apologize for next door. It's pretty distracting." She stood in the doorway of the bathroom, her leg sliding out slightly from her robe as she held the door frame, watching Don fiddle with the shower. He looked back at her and quickly caught a glimpse of her leg. "Yes," he said, smiling. "I imagine it is." "It's tough to think about anything else with that kind of noise next door," Genelle said, smiling wider, thinking Don looked cuter than she ever thought he was before. Her eyes were fixated on his bottom. Carrie's cries of pleasure were distinct and unmistakable now. "Well," Don said, turning around, then pausing, almost stuttering, as he took in the sound and saw where Genelle was looking. "Yeah, um," he stammered again. "I think your shower's OK. I just had to fiddle with the knobs a bit." There was a pause as the two looked at each other, Don fixated on Genelle's eyes, Genelle smiling and standing in the door in such a way that Don couldn't get through. Finally, Don spoke up. "I know what you mean," he said. "It's tough to think about anything else." Genelle was gaining confidence, still trembling, heart still racing, but drunk in her lust and the excitement of the moment. "Do you just want to think about it?" she asked. "What . . . you mean . . .?" Don smiled. "Yes, I mean . . ." Genelle said, finally bursting out laughing, as she approached Don and put her hands on his chest, his hands slowly rising up her arms, over her shoulders, before he took her face in his hands and kissed her softly. "Not in the bathroom," she said, pulling away only enough to lead him back to the bedroom, where Carrie's vocal eruptions were at their loudest. Genelle started to kiss Don again, more passionately this time. "That doesn't bother you?" Don said, referring to Carrie. "No,"Genelle said matter of factly. "It turns me on." Her tongue slipped into his mouth, and her hands reached hungrily for his crotch, not being subtle at all. She was consumed by lust, and she wasn't going to spend a lot of time dabbling with gentle foreplay. Pulling Don back to the bed, taking control, Genelle sat back on the bed, legs apart, her robe flowing open, exposing her vagina, glistening with her own moist drippings. Her pubic hair was long and thick but neatly trimmed in a V shape above her engorged labia. Pulling at him with her hands, as he leaned over still kissing her, she got out the word, "Down. "Down," she said. "Down on me." Her breathing picked up as she quickly untied her robe and pulled her arms out of it, her firm, round breasts now naked before Don, nipples standing erect atop them. Don eagerly complied, getting low on his knees and taking in the intoxicating aroma of her aroused sex as his fingers massaged her wet lips, spreading them apart as Genelle pulled her legs back further, giving herself to this man she barely knew. Don began first by slowly licking just inside Genelle's outer lips, eventually separating her inner lips with his tongue, drawing an uncontrollable moan of satisfaction from Genelle, though it was almost completely drowned out by Carrie's shrieks next door. Don continued to massage Genelle's pussy with his tongue, entering her, licking her inside, then pulling out and savoring the taste of her cream. He slid his tongue higher, finding Genelle's clitoris engorged, and he played with it, flicking his tongue across it - back and forth, back and forth - while he began to tease Genelle's pussy with one finger. Genelle was so wet and so excited the finger slid in easily and quickly, and Don sucked her clit into his mouth, burying his face in her pussy, spread wide. This elicited a yell of pleasure from Genelle who was in ecstasy with Don between her legs and eating her, but she was surprised to realize that, like when she masturbated, it was Carrie's excited voice and imagined visions of Carrie fucking and being fucked that consumed Genelle's mind. Hungrily, Don's head bobbed up and down as his tongue licked furiously, his mouth sucked relentlessly, and his finger penetrated deep and forcefully while Genelle rocked her hips more and more rapidly as Don's pace continued to increase. She was fully grinding herself into his face, and so consumed by the lust and the noise and the fantasies of Carrie in her mind, she began to let out her own shouts. "God, fuck yes!" At the top of her lungs. "Deeper, Don! Eat me, fucking eat me!" Completely into it, Genelle had released all of her inhibitions. She barely noticed it when, amidst Carrie's normal shouts of pleasure, she heard Carrie's voice shout out clearly, almost laughing, "Yes, Genelle! Yes, baby! You get it, Genelle!" Excitedly hearing these words, but never really leaving her fantasy, Genelle began shouting out Carrie's name as Don now fingered her with two fingers and sucked and licked her clit hungrily. "Yes, Carrie, yes!" she was shouting. "Yes, baby, yes! Fuck me!" On the brink, unable to hold back much longer, Genelle pulled at Don, getting his attention, then she turned around on the bed on all fours, her tight ass high, her pussy dripping wet. "Fuck me, Don," she said casually. "I want you to explode inside me." On the other side of the wall, Carrie was completely into it, getting fucked herself, but shouting to Genelle. "Yes, baby, I want to hear you come, baby!" Closing her eyes, Genelle felt Don push into her, spreading her pussy wide to take his fully engorged penis. Bucking her hips back into him and moaning, she reached back and found Don's hand, placing it on her clit, encouraging him to stroke it and fondle it and smack it lightly with his fingers. She was thrusting her ass back into Don now, trying to take as much of his cock as she could as the shouts got louder again. "Carrie, god, yes, so fucking awesome!" Genelle shouted. "Fuck yes, fuck, fuck, fu-u-u-u-u-u-ck me . . .!" With the one last, drawn out yell, she stretched her pussy back as far onto Don's cock as she could, feeling herself begin to writhe in orgasm, pausing, then finally spasming, and fucking rapidly, Don thrusting into her like a madman. "Yes! Carrie, yes!" Genelle shouted, pounding her hands into the pillows on the bed, bucking like she was trying to buck Don from her, but wanting him ever deeper as he erupted inside her. Hot fluid shot deep within the walls of her pussy as Don moaned and pounded his cock forcefully into Genelle those last few times, letting it all out. Beyond the wall, Genelle could hear Carrie climaxing and laughing, while Genelle laughed aloud herself, shouting one last time, "Oh, baby, Carrie! Yes!" Falling to the bed in a heap, Don atop her from behind, Genelle enjoyed the embrace of the strong man with his arms around her and penis still inside her. She smiled and felt Don kiss her gently on the cheek from behind. After a few minutes of this, she looked back at Don and smiled. "Thank you," she said. "You have no idea how much you made my day." Smiling and satisfied, Don said, "You made mine, Genelle. You made mine. I think I do need to be leaving, though." Genelle kissed Don on the mouth softly and passionately, then helped him get dressed before walking him to the door and saying goodbye. After he left, she pulled her robe back tight around her and sat on the couch. She couldn't stop thinking about Carrie. Don proved to be a great lover, and he had more than satisfied her, but it was Carrie that consumed her thoughts. This confused her and aroused her, but now, in the afterglow of sex, Genelle could only think of how embarrassed she would be the next time she saw Carrie, the way the two had shouted for each other. Still aroused and growing more embarrassed by the moment, Genelle began to slowly caress herself as she closed her eyes and approached a state of near sleep. It was at this moment, while contemplating how she'd ever be able to face Carrie again, she heard a knock on her door. Genelle's heart immediately began to race as she tried to gain her composure, wondering who could be there, making sure her robe was about her tight as she approached the door. Her heart nearly leapt from her chest when she opened the door and found Carrie standing there in tight shorts and a t-shirt, and carrying a bottle of wine with two glasses - and smiling the most beautiful smile Genelle thought she had ever seen . . . Aural Sex Thanks to the lady (whom I will not further identify – some things ought to remain between us) for her suggestions! Bill Clinton was a-lying through his teeth. "I did not have sex with that woman, Monica Lewinsky," he said in an oft-parodied press conference. His many political enemies used that statement as the focal point for his impeachment. It's not like Presidents don't cheat on their wives – the list, already pretty long, would be longer if many of them hadn't been widowers – but the leaders of the anti-Clinton faction said he was lying and covering up his activities. The second point was purely political and ended in ignominious failure. The first point … Oh hell yes, oral sex is sex. It's sex even if the person giving it is a full time zone away and giving it over the phone. And oh goodness, it can be the best sex you've had in a year of Sundays if you and the other party are in tune. How do I know this? Because I had aural sex. That's not a misprint. Aural means that a certain lady and I had sex over the phone. Did we love it and feel like it was real? Oh yes. First she did to me what Monica Lewinsky did to Bill Clinton (Now there is where you could quibble; I bet I felt a lot more than Mr. President did, and I'm sure she felt much more than the intern), and then a few days later I did to her … well, what I wanted to do to her as a huge thank-you for the first time. Since each of us had some experience in several types of lovemaking, we tried all the ones we knew and some I, at least, knew only by reputation. By the time we called it a night, we had felt things we hadn't felt in … I don't know how long for her, years for me. A few months ago, I read a story and wrote the author praising it. I've written several women who do really good erotic fiction, gotten responses from some of them back, and in some cases have struck up casual friendships. It's not that I don't think guys can write great erotica too, or that I haven't praised their work as well, but it's more fun to be nice to a woman because she can be nice back and more interesting than guys are (sorry, guys; that's how it is in real life for me too). About six weeks after I read the first story, another one came out. I didn't realize at the time that the two stories were by the same author. The second story was very different from the first in tone and subject matter. It was just as high in quality, but that was the only similarity. Perhaps if I had been paying attention, I would have realized that similarity in quality meant the two stories could have been written by only one person. This woman was writing about a personal experience in the second story. She was talking about her thoughts and feelings. I looked up her bio and found she had submitted several stories over the months, including four or five in the past week. I started clicking on them and reading them. There were a lot of differences among the stories, but they all had a common theme: with exceptions for some men who had really hurt people, she met and made love to and with men whom she greatly admired. Not just lusted after (although that had a lot to do with it), but thought of as truly decent people. Now this was something a little bit different, even from my favorite authors. Almost every story I ever read concentrated on giving the woman a whole lot of pleasure, and in many cases it was the physical pleasure only. There were exceptions, especially from another of my favorite authors, but even she depicted men getting pleasure from their wives, women they had been married to for years and were settling in for life with. There wasn't another story where a woman was kind and sincere and caring to a guy she was simply dating. That didn't mean women weren't kind, sincere and caring, but nearly all of those were in the lesbian stories. In the rest of them, it was up to the man to go to the woman and make her feel wonderful. I wrote her praising the second story. Then I remembered I had a mail folder with her name on it. Had she written me back after the first story? She had indeed, a very nice letter. It was from very early in her writing career, before I had even looked up her output, and I hadn't noticed her work since then. Not everything she wrote was erotic – there were two well-written essays on people who had been victimized – but when she wrote erotica she put her heart and soul into it. So when she wrote me back the second time, I was ready for it. I wrote a reply, she wrote a reply and so on. It wasn't long before each of us was looking at the mail hoping to hear from the other that day. Then came Memorial Day. She told me something almost completely unexpected. She had told me a lot of things about herself, and now she wanted to erase those things and replace them with the truth. Or at least convert what she had told me into the whole truth. Much of what she had written me had a firm foundation in reality, but she had embellished it a lot and created a "character" that was part her and part male-fantasy woman. She thought I would drop the friendship right there when I found out the male-fantasy stuff. But she included her phone number in case I wanted to discuss it. Discuss it we did. For well over an hour. There were a few things she had said where it was disappointing to find out they were exaggerations. But she became more real to me, much more human. She had shown her real self to me, and I was so touched. That led to some interesting conversations by E-mail and by phone. One thing she had not exaggerated was her sex drive. She had talked about lovemaking a lot in her stories, and it was all either real or what she wished was real. She asked me if I had ever just lain back and let a woman make love to me, no need on my part to do anything for that woman. Well, no. I had grown up in a culture where the women were seemingly uninterested in sex, because they thought guys knew nothing about pleasing a woman. There were exceptions, but I could count them on the fingers of one hand with a couple digits to spare. I had had one girlfriend and a couple of lovers who had responded to me, but I didn't go with them for all that long (life got in the way). We continued to converse via E-mail and over the phone for over a month. We discovered a lot of things about each other which are interesting to each of us. Every once in a while, or more often than that, I'd ask her about some aspect of her sex life. She asked me about mine less frequently (and there was quite a lot she didn't want to know, which was fine with me). She talked about her preferences in lovemaking, which were surprisingly close to my own. She discovered that the reason I had never let a woman do all the work in giving me the pleasure was the circumstances I had found myself in while lovemaking, where I felt I "owed" the woman an orgasm for the privilege of making love to her. She didn't mind that so much, but she thought I was shortchanging myself. She also told me some things about her sexual being that I thought didn't exist in a woman. Then, on a Monday night in July, we started talking again. At first it was a normal conversation. But, about an hour into it, something happened. "I'm feeling naughty tonight," she said. Oh? After a few moments for me to express my surprise and for her to get my permission to do her "stuff" – she did it. "I'd start off by kissing the sides of your neck," she said. My eyebrows went up. I have often kissed a woman on the neck, but never have received it myself and consider myself hypersensitive in just about every part of my skin. That wasn't going to matter. I don't think I said much the next half hour. She said a lot. Here are some of the highlights. "Then I'm going to kiss my way down your chest. I'm going to make your nipples hard." I think I protested feebly that I had a somewhat hairy chest, but she didn't seem to mind. She was going to pay attention to my chest. She wasn't going to allow me to do anything to her except maybe to stroke her hair. And moan. "I'm kissing my way down your stomach. My fingers are touching your sides and massaging them." Normally my sides can't be touched by anybody, but this time it felt mighty right. The next part was kind of a surprise. "I'm going to lift your balls out of the way and kiss your perineum." Now, I know what a perineum is, but I had only thought of it in terms of kissing and massaging a woman there. Of course, in a man it's where the prostate is located. You hear something about prostate massages, but not with a tongue and not from the outside. She had bypassed my cock (except to inspect it and give it an experimental taste), planning to save it for later. Then she was going to continue down me. "I'm going to kiss all the way down your legs and find the sensitive spots, clear down to your toes. I'm going to suck on your toes one by one. I hope you've taken a shower." I hadn't thought of toe-sucking as erotic, but hell, if she says it is … Then she was going to go back up. She was going to do a few things for herself. She liked the idea, for example, of using her breasts to stimulate my cock. I love to touch breasts and find them incredibly soft and sexy, but touching them with anything other than my hands and lips was, like so many other things, foreign to me. But that was just to be a part of it. My cock was reserved for her mouth. We didn't discuss how big it was. My guess is that she would have found something for every size. I do know this much; she could have done whatever she darn well wanted with it in her mouth and I would have liked it. I've received some cocksucking experiences which have been unimaginative, to put it nicely, kind of fucking the face without the many things that the mouth, tongue and throat could do. She knew a lot of things. Oh boy, did she know a lot of things. She reassured me that she was touching her cunt through all of this cocksucking session. She was getting herself off through me. The difference was that she could talk. I can't exactly say I could. I could moan and get out a few words of thanks, but my hand was doing most of my talking. Normally I am very fastidious with my language, but I think a bunch of "Oh God"'s came out and maybe a few encouragements of the four-letter variety found their way into the phone. Much of what happened that night has been obscured by what would happen a few days later, when we wanted to make it a mutual experience. I do remember the sensations, though. I felt physically what I was used to feeling. The nerves that went into my cock springing to life; it growing hard; the sweet friction of my hand (I got so vigorous that my poor cock felt sore afterwards) bringing it ever closer. Finally I was slumped in a chair with lots of white, milky fluid in my hand from what she told me she was going to do to me. This good deed could not go unrewarded. I let her know that I had a few tricks up my sleeve for her. She had talked about what she had learned through experience (some good, some not) in times past. I had some ideas of my own about pleasuring a woman, which I had tried to put into practice over the years. Not everything had worked out, but under the right circumstances … I was going to get the mood very right this time. We made arrangements to talk three nights later, after she got off from work. I called her the preceding night to kind of work out what might happen, and we had exchanged some E-mails in the bargain. Nothing explicit; we were each going to pull things out of our bags of tricks. Both of us work at night, but I got off earlier and took a bath and a shave and got on my bed with a towel. I called her early, after she got off work but before she went home, to check and see if she was anticipating the night to come. Anticipating is a bit of an understatement. She was at a restaurant at her workplace so we couldn't do anything specific, but she decided to forgo waiting to call me back. For over a half hour, until she caught the shuttle back to her car, we just talked about various things – sex being one of them. (She talked softly when anyone seemed to be in hearing range.) Finally she caught the shuttle, got back to her car, laid the phone on the seat beside her and turned it to Speaker. I'm not going to put words in her mouth, but I know I was excited with anticipation. How excited was she? Judge from the following: "Now that I'm driving, I'm unzipping your pants and pulling your cock out. I want it out so I can play with it all the way home. I'm on the interstate right now and I'm doing about 80, so if a cop pulls me over you won't be able to stuff it back in your pants. I'll let you explain it. Maybe you'll be lucky and the police officer will be a woman who'll understand." Really? Good heavens, what can I do in response? I had an idea and asked her what she was wearing. "I'm wearing a camisole, a bra and pants." She is well-endowed on top, and I know something about what substantial breasts – though wonderful to look at – can do to their owner. I asked her if the camisole had enough space for me to feel her neck and shoulders. She said sure, so I proceeded to move close to her and start giving her a neck and back massage. I didn't want her so relaxed that she'd crash the car (I had no doubts about the speed she was driving), but I did want her to relax and feel like her breasts were assets. Oh yes, I wanted her to feel that every part of her was an asset. I found the spots in her neck and spine without too much trouble, and I got close enough to give the side of her neck a kiss. This met with a highly favorable reaction. I asked her if she liked having her earlobe kissed and sucked, and found that that was one of the most sensitive parts of her body. Either earlobe would do, but since I was the passenger I worked on her right earlobe. There would be time enough for the left one later. I also slid my fingers under the straps of her camisole and bra to work the marks out of her shoulders. This went on until she pulled into the driveway of her house. She turned the phone back to earphone as she went in, and we had a normal conversation. Finally, she got to her bedroom and told me she was safely in bed. "Okay," I said, "I want to kiss the other side of your neck around to the base of the throat. I still want to massage your neck too. Do you want to lie on your stomach and let me give you a good back rub?" Sounded good to her. I have very strong hands from typing and the fingers are long and slender. They are very sensitive, so I was going to feel as much as she felt. I got her to get the camisole and bra out of the way and I gave her a neck and back massage. I didn't find all the knots in her muscles the first time, but those I did find I worked on until they were loose again. I trailed my fingers down her spine clear to the waistband of her pants, pressed a finger hard into the spinal muscles on each side and ran it back up. I knew she liked having her sides touched, for reasons I will get into in a minute, so I caressed them too. I made sure to kiss her neck and ear and cheek while I was at it. I don't know just when I asked her to turn over, but I know I wanted my fingers to feel some of the softest skin you can find on a woman. I caressed her breasts with my fingertips, and then with the whole hand. If I massaged the breasts gently I could feel the muscles and glands underneath. I remembered reading a magazine article on the breast that said sucking on the nipple led to contractions elsewhere, pleasant ones. So I sucked on the nipples, each of them. I am happy to say they responded in very nice fashion. I hope you don't think I was working in a vacuum. I was thinking about making love to her pussy with my cock. But there was still work to be done, goals to meet. She had some very definite preferences about oral sex being performed on her, and damn right I was going to perform oral sex on her, the kind of oral lovemaking that I hoped would put her in a very happy frame of mind (and other things as well). So I began kissing down her tummy, still massaging her breasts. And I asked her what sort of panties she was wearing underneath her pants. "I'm not wearing any," came the reply. My eyes widened. One of the delights of my life is to slide my hands underneath panties, feeling them cling to the back of my hand as I caress a woman's treasures. Waist or leg, either will do. But she had come prepared, had she? Well, I could adjust my plans accordingly. My hands went into the waistband of her pants and caressed her lower abdomen. We didn't discuss this at the time – that came later – but I am convinced that the solar plexus set of nerves famed for being vulnerable to boxers is also the nerve center for sexual pleasure, male or female. Caress and kiss the lower abdomen and there will be a tingling sensation that runs straight to the pussy or to the cock. She or he will respond with arousal down there, while there is a feeling roughly in the area of each kidney that can heighten the sensation of touch and lead to the muscles doing some marvelous things – like clamp down on the urethra in men, where the semen comes out, and make the vaginal muscles contract. It also sends an arousal signal to the brain -- to hold it in, feel the sensations, prepare for the pleasure you get. At any rate, I paid special attention to that area, left side and right side, and on a whim stuck my tongue in her belly button, which I know is hypersensitive. She wasn't saying a whole lot that could be repeated. A lot of moaning, a lot of "Oh God"'s and some words of encouragement. I was talking fast and rather breathlessly, caught up so much in the moment. I wanted to bypass her pussy until she was absolutely ready, but I wanted to find everything else in her that would help her arousal. After getting her pants off and leaving her nude (as I was), I kissed and massaged her feet. I enjoy giving foot massages and work hard at it, and I think she enjoyed it. After all, the pressure a woman puts on her foot is a lot, and I worked out as much of the soreness as I could. I also massaged her calves, this time for my own benefit, and continued up the thighs. Just diving into her center would have been rushing it. Instead, I wanted to open her up gradually, letting her blossom like a flower, savoring it as I got closer. To that end, I placed my hands on the solar plexus again and began to rub it, at the same time kissing up her thighs. The hands were a little lower, covering her pubic bone. Massaging there would bring the vulva and perineum up and down, letting the lips rub against each other and letting the internal walls contract and release. Though it's a close decision, the insides of a woman's thighs are the softest things a man can touch. I kissed them and moved my hands to them, gradually moving up towards her womanhood. Gentle caresses at first, letting my fingers enjoy them as much as they enjoyed my fingers. Then I got to her womanhood and stopped. Now was the time to massage something a little less smooth but even more wonderful. I've talked about massaging her from above to get her pussy ready. Now it was time to massage full-on. I put my fingers on each side of her vulva, outside the lips by about a half-inch apiece, and began rubbing it. The idea was to get the lips in friction against each other until the lubrication came along and made it a lot more pleasurable. I was going to help out a bit too. With the tip of my finger I went to the very base, her "reservoir" for pussy juices, and dipped in. That finger would return shortly, but for now I just wanted to coat her entire core in her liquid and keep it wet for my tongue. She had talked at length about not going after the clitoris directly. She made a few alterations to that. I was able to lick the inside of her lips around a few times before she asked … rather determinedly … that I lick everywhere. In the meantime, I had returned my finger to her center and had slid it inside, along with another one. I hoped to find her G-spot, which might be difficult, and to massage every wall inside her body, which wouldn't be. Those nerves are everywhere inside the pussy, and I was going to find each one of them and stimulate it. So while one finger was pressing up against the top of her vagina, another one was at the base. I managed to get a third finger into her and feel her cervix, a favorite spot for me to rub. Aural Sex Since I was able to talk, I was describing this in some pretty vivid detail. She was moaning. I am not exactly sure when it happened, but she came on my fingers and tongue. And that wasn't all. She was willing to trade – I took my fingers away (saving them for something else) and substituted my cock. We settled into a rhythm, with her asking for faster, faster until we got it right. She asked that I use my pussy-soaked fingers to penetrate her anus as well. You don't say no to a lady like that. Finally, I told her that I was shooting my cum inside her pussy, gasping it more than saying it. I'm not that sure she heard it all, because she was going through a second orgasm. We settled down for a bit, and then … "I think I have one more left in me." Holy heck. She then informed me that she had enjoyed my fingers in her bottom so much that she wanted my cock there as well. We talked about how to make that happen, and she told me she was now kneeling on her bed at the proper height for me to stand behind her and make it happen. I had one hand free, so I asked her permission to massage her vulva, perineum and clitoris while I got my cock inside her anus. Permission granted. She had liked the idea of my massaging the nerves inside her rectum with my fingers while my penis massaged the nerves inside her vagina (they're linked, and I had done it with two sets of fingers earlier), so I did it in reverse. I wanted to cum, so I inverted my fingers and slid them inside her pussy, still massaging her vaginal walls but also massaging my cock in her other tunnel. She asked me to set up a rhythm where my fingers matched my cock thrusts, and damn right I did. I spent a whole lot of time reassuring her that I wouldn't hurt her and that I would stroke everything I could find to find her pleasure. She came a third time. I thanked her profusely. She couldn't believe it and thanked me in return. We might have gone on longer, but I got that awful warning beep on my phone indicating the battery was almost gone. I think her phone had a better battery because she didn't indicate any problems with it. There was a third time, on a Sunday night later in July. In the middle of another conversation, after we had talked about life for an hour and had gotten into her sex life (my doing), she announced that she was wet for me. I was hard for her. This time was a bit different. We did whatever came naturally to us this time, trying to become as intimate as possible, with me assuring her that I would find as much of her womanhood as possible with my cock and her determined to get me to get off by sucking and making love to me and even putting her finger in my ass while she rubbed my cock and licked my perineum, or my balls, or my cock, or whatever she wanted. I have long liked the idea of female superior in lovemaking. It frees up my hands to do whatever I can do with them. We had talked about cowgirl but hadn't tried it, and in fact we did sort of an upside-down missionary. I wanted the face-to-face intimacy missionary gives without the need to hold myself up. So she lay down right on top of me and slid down on my cock. I had already massaged her pussy lips and felt deep inside her. Now it was my turn to thrust up and in, down and out, back and forth while my fingers squeezed her bottom and probed her ass. She had already had multiple orgasms; now it was my turn. She told me she was going to slide down my stomach and work on my cock, balls, perineum and asshole. I had never been the recipient of an anal penetration. She told me how she was going to work a finger into my opening while she licked my perineum and took my balls in her mouth, before going back to deep-throating my cock. As I had done for her, she told me not to worry. She could handle all of it. This time I did indeed shoot a load onto the floor (good thing I keep a towel handy) and thanked her profusely for her loving attention. I've been thinking a lot about our relationship. To her, aural sex isn't "real" sex. True, we didn't reach through the phone and touch each other. And that degree of separation is a good deal bigger than Clinton/Lewinsky et al. But hot damn, it felt a lot more sexual than a lot of Close Encounters of the All-Out Kind I had had in the past – more sexual than all but a few of the ones where I was in love (or thought I was) with the woman! How do you value the feeling of intimacy? In that case, hell, I was way out in front of Mr. President and Ms. Intern. I told her all the things I wanted to tell her about making love, and so did she. In truth, if I had been inside her loving mouth and her beautiful pussy, I probably would have shot loads into both long before. She would have wanted it that way. I don't know how she came – her hands, a vibrator, her mind doing all the work – but she knew what I wanted her to do, and did it. We have never met. Both of us have dreams and ambitions. Could we make love to each other in person if we both met and had the right time and the right place? I don't know. I immensely enjoy our non-sexual conversations and almost regret when they turn sexual, because she is such an interesting and caring woman. I asked her to look over this piece after I finished writing the first draft. She made some changes and was very concerned that I not be bothered by them. Bothered? They were so smooth that I scarcely noticed them. I made quite a few changes myself, after the heat of the moment in which I wrote most of the first draft, to make the story more coherent. (More like her stories of passion, truth be told.) Maybe we will be "friends with benefits" (her term), maybe we will have the benefits a little more directly, maybe the benefits will be simply from the two of us talking. Both of us have felt love in the past. I certainly have a crush on her now, which I hope will pass. I'm hoping I love her like I love my other really close friends. But I tell you this: as a lover she is positively magical. I don't know what she will say about me, but she brings out the best in me. I hope lots of aural love awaits us in our future. Aural Sex with a Twist It was a wet and blustery West Coast type of day. Yet, here he was in Central Alberta after driving for nine straight hours. The car was close to hydroplaning a number of times, but he was a man on a mission. He was getting closer to a different kind of wet and just the mere thought of Janet's sweet pussy caused his slacks to tent. They would have the entire weekend to explore, expand and revel in their carnal delight with each other. He figured he was about twenty minutes from his destination as he dialed Janet's number. The anticipation had been building for days. It was time for some phone fun with a different twist. "Well hello," said Janet. The sound of her throaty, sexy voice caused his cock to twitch. "Get your fucking gear off," he growled. Laughter pealed through the phone. "I'm way ahead of you mister. I don't have a stitch of clothing on and I'm wet." "How wet?" "Very wet." "Have you been playing with yourself?" he asked, his voice thickening along with his cock. "No, I've just been thinking about fucking you." "What a coincidence. I've been fantasizing about you doing exactly that. Where are you right now?" "I'm leaning against the counter in the kitchen, rocking my hips and clenching my cunt." The counter had been the scene of a very hot session the previous summer. He could feel his pulse quicken as he gripped the steering wheel. "Here's what I want you to do. Unlock the front door, grab a bottle of wine out of the fridge and head up to your bedroom." Janet giggled. "The wine and glasses are already up there and I'm climbing the stairs as we speak. I'm going to take you into the bathroom with me, have a pee and then I'm going to climb into bed." "Perfect and don't forget to put the phone on speaker," he said. He chuckled as he heard her pee spray against the porcelain. The rain continued to pelt the windshield and the wipers were on high speed as he took the exit from the highway. He was relieved to be out of the heavy traffic and could now focus more on the conversation. "I turned on the furnace this afternoon, so it's nice and toasty in here," Janet said. "It's about to get toastier. I want you to get a couple of pillows under your ass and Pink in your hand." Pink was the nickname for their long distance cock, a vibrator with an attachment shaped like a bird, which provided divine clit stimulation. "Since you're very wet, I want to just slide right in. It's time you were full of cock." "Yes, I need to be full of cock," Janet murmured. He knew she had just rubbed the head of Pink up and down that perfect pussy to wet the head. He heard a quick intake of breath as she began to slide Pink in. "I want to be in right up to the hilt." "Yes, right up to the hilt." Janet's breath was already moving into quick little gasp mode. He could also faintly hear the buzz of Pink as he took a right turn on to Janet's street. "You are fucking gorgeous, baby," he intoned as he pulled up in front of her condo. "Let's just work on long slow strokes. All the way in and then just about all the way out. Then all the way back in." "Oh fuck yes," gasped Janet. He turned off the ignition and slowly stretched, all the while delighting in the highly erotic cadence of Janet's breathing and moans. Emerging from the car, he increased the stretching, relieved to be done with driving for a while. He knew a major series of rewards were now close at hand. He locked the door and walked towards the front door of the condo. "OK baby, let's just start bumping the head of that cock up against your G spot as you drape your legs over my shoulders," he rasped as he turned the door knob. "Oh fuck yessss," came Janet's reply. "Bear down on my cock baby. Grip me with your beautiful pussy." Janet's breathing was a series of quick gasps and moans, building in volume. He moved through the door and then turned and locked it. "That's it baby, fuck me." He kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks. He walked through the kitchen, stripping off his clothes and began to climb the stairs, hearing Janet in stereo now as she began her own climb to orgasm. "I want you to gush baby. I want you to flood my balls." He turned into the bedroom and reveled in the scene before him. Janet was sprawled diagonally across the bed, lit up by the sunlight slanting through the partially closed blinds. She had made the sun appear after days of relentless rain and what a time to make it's appearance. Her face and upper chest were flushed, eyes scrunched shut, nipples puckered on her astounding breasts. She had the sheet clenched in one hand and was manouevering Pink in and out of her gorgeous cunt with the other. What an unbelievably erotic sight she was to behold! "That's it baby. I want you to come and come and then come some more," he said. Just as he finished the last word, she screamed and began to gush and spray all around Pink. He dropped the cell phone and bent to her pussy with his mouth, wanting to capture that rapturous love juice with his tongue. The force of the next wave of her orgasm was so intense, her spasming pussy ejected Pink. Janet continued to squirt all over his face and chest. As the orgasmic wave subsided subtly, she opened her eyes. He murmured, "You're amazing," as they locked eyes and he slid his cock into her. They both knew it was going to be a very hedonistic weekend.