I met Wendy several years ago when she was 19 years old.  She'd
answered an ad I had placed in an alternative newspaper for "free,
discreet, but very hot phone calls."  Ah, the suspense and excitement
over the next few months was more than I can describe as we explored
our passions, our fantasies and desires.  She told me she could fuck
from dawn to dusk and still not get enough.  She told me she hardly
ever wore any underwear and sometimes played with herself while driving
her car on the freeway.  She told me how much she wanted a 3-some with
two men, and had even gone to a house to try it, but the guys didn't
make their move.  She told me of the time when she was a young girl
when she allowed a dog to lick her pussy and the thrills that had given
her.  She told me of the different ways she enjoyed teasing a guy, and
how much she craved the power she felt when she was sucking a man's
dick.

Yes, those were hot times, discovering each other in a totally
uninhibited way, desiring to know what each other looked like and
wanting to pursue our fantasies together, but not wanting to ruin the
special relationship we both felt we had.  I'll never forget the first
time I listened to her finger herself off while she was listening to
the sound of my voice encouraging her and telling her what I'd like to
do to her.  Nor will I forget the times we talked while she fondled
herself in the bathtub, her "most sensual" activity.  And I still have
and read the letters she's written while describing her feelings while
pleasuring herself.  Even now I'm blown away by the amount of passion
found within one being.

Eventually, the suspense of not really knowing what she looked like got
the better of me.  I knew where she was waitressing for some extra
income, so I stopped off one night to see her.  What I saw that night
was a sweet surprise.  The uniform hid much of her figure, but the
full, sensuous lips and gorgeous, curvy ass was all I needed to see.
She waited on me and we had a light conversation, but I didn't tell her
who I was.  Much later, on the phone, I described her and our contact,
but enough time had elapsed for her not to remember me.  From that time
forward, I enjoyed stopping in to see her, watching her work and
imagining what she looked like when she talked to me on the phone.
Then to tell her afterwards that I'd seen her once again, anticipating
the wails of frustration she always voiced.  Ah, the power was so
wonderful.

Through it all, I became very much aware how much this outwardly
confident, take-charge girl loved being the one controlled by someone
else.  And finally, one day she admitted her submissive fantasies to
me.

After a great deal of talking and procrastination, I eventually wound
up one day at her door.  She knew I was coming and knew I was going to
tie her up and "have my way with her."  It was the first time she'd
seen me, and we had a drink in the living room in a totally non-sexual
atmosphere.  But after about 15 minutes, I stood up and asked her where
the bedroom was.

Once there, I told her to strip.  No touching first.  No foreplay.  No
hesitation on her part.  And the glint in her eye and the smile on her
face told me all I needed to know.  Only then did I discover the
incredible set of C-cups Wendy had been hiding under her clothes all
along.  I quickly tied her hands behind her back while she was standing
in front of me, but I had a tough time keeping her hands from feeling
my hard cock while doing so.  Then I had to just stand back and admire
the gorgeous body I'd been longing for for months.

Those lips and a mouth were made for kissing and sucking cock.  The
proud, pendulous breasts standing so high on her chest.  God, they
drove me wild with desire!  Those long and lovely legs that tapered to
the most gorgeous ass I've ever seen.  And yes, a plump, bushy mons,
growing redder by the minute with excitement.

I reminded her that she was standing naked before a dressed stranger
who she'd never seen until 30 minutes before.  I pointed out that she
was tied and powerless to do anything to stop me from what I wanted to
do to her.  I told her she was in my power and that I was going to
tease and torment her to the very brink of her existence.  Then I gave
her a "code word" as an escape valve and proceeded.

I knelt behind her to kiss and fondle the soft globes of her ass.  I
stood in front of her to lick and suck her tits and hard nipples.  I
inhaled the muskiness of her excitement and blew on her thighs.  I
kissed her mons and slid my tongue over the folds of her pussy.  All
while she stood before me with her hands tied behind her back.

Finally I removed my clothes.  I let her see my hard cock, but I
wouldn't let her touch it no matter how much she begged.  I teased her
with it.  I stroked it in front of her.  I caressed her body with it.
I made her get on her knees to watch me play with my prick - so close,
but too far to do anything about it.  I tickled her hard nipples with
the soft head of my cock and slid it between those lovely, soft mounds.
I cupped them between my hands, meshing my cock in their softness.  And
I made her beg to suck me.  I made her plead to slide my hardness into
her mouth before I allowed her to do so.

My god, who was teasing who!?  Why had I waited so long?  So fucking
good that I couldn't belive it.  The technique was superior, yes, but
the hunger, the totally uninhibited enjoyment of sucking cock that
Wendy displayed as I watched my dick slide between those lush lips.
That, I'd never experienced before that moment - nor since, for that
matter.

I had to stop before I blew my wad all over her face and gave her the
satisfaction of remembering her power.  I ordered her up on the bed on
her knees.  And from behind I began to tongue a pussy that was
literally running with passion.  My tongue parting the musky folds to
slide up and down her seam.  Tickling her hole, teasing her clit.  She
was so hot, and I remember the pants and moans as she humped her hips
back into my face.  My tongue slid into her cunt.  My hands teased her
ass.  On and on I drove her while she moaned and gurgled into the
pillow, her hands still trapped behind her back.  She wanted to cum so
badly, but couldn't do anything about it.  Once again I made her beg
for it.

"Please fuck me."

"Doesn't sound like you want it bad enough."

"Oh, I do.  I do.  PLEASE, give it to me.  Put it in me!"

Still not good enough, so I knelt behind her and slid my cock up and
down the crack of her ass.  I slapped her plump cheeks with my hardness
and her wails for sexual relief grew loud enough and desperate enough
to satisfy my desires for submission.  At long last, I slid my cock
into the slimy heat of her cunt.  I squeezed her asscheeks in my hands
as I began a rhythmic invasion of Wendy's cunt.  I slapped her ass to
enhance the pleasure/pain as her howls of delight filled the room.  It
didn't take long.  After all, we'd had months of foreplay and 45
minutes of torment.  Her sighs and pants of orgasm were music to my
ears as I pounded into her from behind and my cock spit his passion
deep into her inner core.

But we lost track of each other for a year or two shortly after that.
She went to California for awhile.  I received several hot letters from
her along the way, but my two letters never seemed to catch up with
her.

Then one day, a note to announce that she was back in town and had
purchased a house.  Eventually I found my way over there and the two of
us had many conversations about our lives over coffee.  The friendship
grew stronger, but the sexual activity had died.  She knew I was
married and she didn't want to fuck around with that.  Finally, she
surprised me with the announcement of her engagement.

There were lots of problems with the relationship long before they tied
the knot.  She talked, he listened - sometimes.  She was industrious,
he preferred to sit around.  And most incredibly of all to me, he
preferred jerking off to fucking the sexual animal he was lucky enough
to be marrying.  Still, Wendy was convinced this was the way to go,
that it would work with work and she was determined to live out the
fantasy life of love and monogamy.

One day, while drinking coffee and ogling her free-flowing tits through
her T-shirt, I decided I'd had enough.  The knot wasn't tied yet, she
was frustrated as hell, and I was going out of my mind with desire for
her.  We were sitting on bar stools at her kitchen breakfast bar.  I
came up behind her, took her shoulders in my hands and said, "Relax and
enjoy this."

With that, my lips moved to the back of her neck.  Softly.  Gently.  A
little tongue around the ear.  My hands stroking her arms.  Her head
dropped back as she gave herself over to the shivers that raced through
her body.  It lasted forever.  So slowly.  Lips and tongue all over her
neck and shoulders, and the hands just enough to tickle the hairs on
her arms.

Her breathing got heavier and a low moan escaped her lips before she
stood and faced me.  I kissed her, long and hard, my hands moving under
her shirt to caress her back.  And then her neck again as I squeezed
and caressed her ass through her jeans.  Then up to her ears while my
hands roamed so very slowly over her tummy and up to capture her
breasts.  The nipples were hard and Wendy was shaking all over with
desire.  Oh how I knew her excitement.  So long denied.

Slipping the front of her shirt up, I gazed at her tits, surprised at
how much larger they were than I had remembered.  So full and exciting.
And I buried my face in their softness while I once again squeezed her
ass.  My lips encircled a nipple and squeezed.  My tongue flicked
against hardness.

And Wendy just gave herself over to the feelings.  She just stood
there, hands at her sides, loudly panting and shaking with tremors
while she ground her crotch on my thigh.  Once again I felt the power
over this girl of passion.  She was mine to do with as I pleased.  I
teased her.  I drew it out.  Sucking and kissing my way from her lips
to her neck to her ears to her shoulder to her breasts.  Running my
hands all over her back and ass, then to her tummy and breasts.

The passion kept getting hotter and hotter.  I slid my hand down to her
pussy and discovered she'd soaked all the way though the crotch of her
jeans.  At that she finally moaned that she wanted one last fling
before she was married, but she didn't want it to be this way.  It
didn't sound convincing, but I told her we wouldn't fuck unless she
begged me enough.  After all, there were other ways.  I could eat her
to orgasm or have her masturbate for my pleasure.  I knew I had the
power.

I put both her hands behind her back and held them with one hand while
I attacked her tits with my mouth.  I slid my free hand between her
legs and massaged her honey pot through her jeans.  Our lips met in a
wild and fevered kiss as our tongues battled for space.  Wendy's hips
were moving determinedly against my thigh by now.  Her breath was
coming in gasps.  And her body was almost in convulsions.

I moved her to the sofa to get more comfortable.  But before we could
get down, we were embraced and all over each other.  I grabbed her
hands and put them behind her back once again.  She fought this time,
but not hard enough.  Mouth to mouth, groin to groin, we fell over
backwards, our hips arched over the arm of the sofa.  We began a hard,
dry fuck as we devoured each other with our mouths.  Somehow Wendy
freed her hands and put her arms around me to slide her hands under my
shorts and squeeze my naked ass.  I remembered her saying how much she
like to do that while fucking a guy.  Would we cross the threshold,
after all?

And we heard a sound at the front door.  Instant Shock!  Nobody there,
but was there before?  To this day we don't know, but it put the fear
of discovery into our blood.  Oh, the passion was still there for both
of us, but we knew we had better cool our jets.  Wendy had to get ready
to go to work, anyway.  So I told her to take her shower and masturbate
and think of me.  And I'd do the same while driving home.  We kissed
and I left.

A block down the road I turned around and drove back.  I was filled
with the desire to sneak in and secretly watch her masturbate before
joining her in the shower.  I got out of the car and got as far as the
door before realizing that was probably taking things too far.  So I
left and did what I'd promised while driving down the road.

Here's to Wendy: The most passionate woman I've known.nversations about our lives over c