Fetish Ezine

I love anal sex but my current girlfriend didn’t and I have yet to change her mind. Heather is a shapely brunette with a great looking round ass. Some say that she has too much junk in the truck. Her bubble butt is one of the reasons that I asked her out. We had plenty of sex the early months of our relationship but I wanted to fuck her round ass bad.

“Honey,” I said as I plunged my hard cock deep inside her wet pussy. “I want to fuck your ass tonight.”

“Like hell you are,” she said between moans. “You’re not fucking my ass.”

“I promise to go slow and you won’t feel much pain plus I will treat you with a chocolate creampie.”

“What is that?”

“Let me fuck your sweet ass and I’ll show you.”

Heather finally gave in and I removed my hard cock from her wet pussy. She rolled over and lifted her bubble butt high into the air. I positioned myself behind her and spread her round cheeks apart. I spat on my fingers and began massaging her anus. She let out a sigh until I started to probe her anal cavity with my index finger. Heather moaned as I finger fucked her asshole.

My hard cock was still wet with her pussy juice and we had stopped using condoms after a few weeks of fucking. I removed my finger and entered her rear door slowly with my manhood. She gasped with surprise as I plunged two inches of my seven inch cock deep inside her anal cavity.

“Take it out, please,” she pleaded. “It’s too big.”

“Just a few more moments,” I said as I felt the pressure in my balls build.

Heather’s anal muscles were tight and they sensation felt great around my hard cock. I managed to slip another inch inside her asshole and I knew that I wasn’t going to pull out. Her anal muscles tightened and I exploded deep inside her.

“What the hell did you just do?” she screamed as I emptied my semen into her anal cavity.

“That was a chocolate creampie,” I said as my spent cock slipped out of her asshole. “And that was the tightest ass I ever fucked.”

I watched as my semen oozed out of her anus. She called me a bunch of names before climbing off the bed and running to the bathroom.

We are still dating and having normal sex but she’s worried that I might treat her with another chocolate creampie. For now, I have settled for a regular creampie.

~JTB~

Joe decided that the best way to see the girls nude was to use a hidden camera shooting directly into the shower room. Along the ceiling in the shower was a hot air duct that was on the same wall as the large linen closet, so by drilling a hole from the closet through the duct work Joe was then able to fit a remote control camera behind the metal grid on the air duct.

Joe now had a perfect view of the whole shower room! He set up a portable VCR and monitor in his dorm room in the building next to the gym. Before he would leave in the mornings for his classes he would flip on the recorder with and eight-hour tape so that any action that took place would be taped for later viewing.

The first time Joe rewound the tape to see what was on it he was almost shaking like a leaf! Soon the figures of totally naked girls were casually walking into the shower!

Joe was surprised at the huge differences in tit shape as well as the different thickness of pubic hair. The blond girls tended to have less hair and this allowed you to see some very pouty pussy lips!

There was one girl that must have shaved her cunt because her pussy was completely bare! Her lips were very full and her clit seemed to protrude out of her puffy lips. She had a small but very firm chest with nipples that seemed to be constantly hard, and quite naturally she quickly became one of Joe’s favorites.

A dark haired Italian girl had big boobs and a really hairy snatch box appeared on the cam before him. She was obviously proud of her chest, as she never bothered covering it with a towel when she entered or left the shower area.

One of the best things to see the girls do was when they shaved their legs or they trimmed their bushes, Since most of the girls swam, they all pretty much had to shave some fur so it wouldn’t show in a bathing suit. Watching a babe crouched down with her legs spread wide apart and using a razor to trim back he hair was the most unbelievable of sights.

Joe even caught two lesbians giving each other a bath. They both soaped and scrubbed each other until finally ending up sucking each other’s tits.

One of the best things to see, however, was when one of these little sluts would wash her pussy. The little blond with the shaved bush and big clit would always first use a wash rag and then her finger right inside her lips, and once when she was alone she frigged her clit to an orgasm. You could clearly see her clit protruding from her crack.

Probably the most exciting thing that happened was a very unexpected visitor to the girl’s shower. After everyone had left for the day, Joe was startled to see Miss Johnson, the volleyball coach, stroll in and use the public showers.

She was in her mid thirties and had an incredible body, and on many occasions Joe had fantasized about how she looked in the raw, and now here she was standing under a stream of hot water rubbing and scrubbing her beautiful body unaware of the prying eyes watching her.

Joe was constantly jacking his dick and blowing loads during the three weeks before the Dean caught him.

Cracker

The leggy redhead was known as the smoking diva because she smoked while she sang. She was working as a lounge singer under the nume de plume of Lisa Lovelace when I first met heard her sing earlier this month.

The leggy redhead was on stage wearing a long red evening gown while singing Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain. I thought the song was an interesting choice because her eyes were green.

I watched her take puffs from a menthol cigarette in a long holder while she sang. Her voice was a little deeper than it should have been but she did do the song justice. The piano player was pretty good and managed to keep in time with the smoking diva. She also knew how to keep the audience interested in her with seductive smiles and winks.

When the song finished, I joined the applause but I didn’t go back to drinking. Instead, I rose from my chair and made my way to the bar where she was heading.

“What brings a fancy man like you to smoky place like this?” she asked while the bartender brought our drinks.

“A proposition for the smoking diva herself,” I replied. “How would you like to earn some extra money?”

She went silent but I could tell she was thinking it over.

“I don’t want to fuck for money,” she finally said.

“I don’t want sex from you even though that would be a nice bonus. What I want is for you to blow smoke on me. I’ll pay you a thousand dollars for a thirty minute session.”

The smoking diva went silent again as she thought my position over. She looked at me with her green eyes and I knew she thought that I was a little mad. We finished our drinks before she agreed to the arrangement and set up an appointment for the following night. We exchanged phone numbers and I told her that I would get a hotel room as a neutral meeting place.

I called her the next afternoon after I paid for an expensive hotel room. Money was no object when it came to my one fetish. She arrived after dinner and I lighted her cigarette. I stripped so she could blow the smoke all over my naked body.

I inhaled the smoke and started to slowly masturbate. She went through three cigarettes before I finally climaxed.

I paid her the money and she agreed for another session. Since meeting the smoking diva earlier this month, I have bathed in her cigarette smoke three times.

~JTB~

Wine Tasting

Everything tasted better drunk from her body. Today it was fine ruby port, and her breasts. He loved her tits, high and firm, but big, more than he could squeeze in one hand. She had wonderful nipples, the areola rosy-brown and smooth, the nipple itself large and responsive. The left one was pierced, a simple ring.

He had her dip it in the glass, then sucked the wine from it, savoring the flavor as it came warm off her skin, the fruity sweetness of it somehow enhanced by her scent. Again, and he licked the drops off the piercing, sucked the ring into his mouth and toyed with it until she gasped.

She anointed the other nipple with her fingers, rivulets running down the lower slope of her breast. He caught them with his tongue before they dripped, or ran onto her torso, trailed his tongue up and caught her nipple in his mouth. He sucked at it, squeezing them both, and she poured the wine across her breasts in teasing runnels, let him chase it. Two hundred dollars a bottle tasted like five hundred coming off her, ripe with the taste of her.

Her kiss tasted of wine. He drank from her lips, bore her over on the table, sending one glass spinning, spilling, and not caring. His cock was out, inside her, before she could even finish the purr of anticipation building in her throat. He took her hard, fast, watching her big tits jounce in hypnotic rhythm.

The wine had left sticky trails here and there, and he licked them away, sucked at her nipples, biting them gently to bring them to full, glorious stiffness. She moaned, rolled her hips against him. They were both close, both very close to coming.

She did, lowering wine-sticky fingers to her clit and rubbing until she exploded, leaving him to drink her cries from her rich mouth as her body spasmed under him. His turn, and he pulled from her urged her to the floor where she leaned back, offering him her breasts.

He slid his cock across them, stroking it, and came, unleashing sticky torrents of come across the smooth slopes, so thick it dripped from her nipples and splashed her thighs. She purred, rubbed it in, took a taste. He toasted her with the last of the wine.

They’d have to have another tasting soon.

~Alexandra Rose~

I first met the goth girl in the horror section of the local bookstore in early October. She had shoulder-length hair that was three-fourths black starting at the bottom and dark red at the top.

The outfit that she wore consisted of black sneakers, jeans and t-shirt. Unlike most goths, she wasn’t rail thin but of average weight for a woman that stood at five feet and ten inches. She was also much older than most goths and I placed her age around thirty.

I tried to act casual but seeing a goth girl in south central Kansas was unusual to say the least. I picked up the latest Stephen King book and started to read the cover.

“He is so overrated,” she suddenly said. “You need to check out the Anita Blake series by Linda Hamilton.”

“I have read the entire series,” I said as I put the book back on the shelf.

We then launched into a twenty minute conversation about the erotic vampire hunter series. She told me that her name was Lilith and I introduced myself as Louis. We both got a big chuckle from our names because her name was associated with a succubus while mine was associated with a vampire. Thankfully, neither of us looked like them.

I invited her back to my studio apartment with the pretense of letting her look over my book collection. I had mostly horror books stacked everywhere and we spent the rest of the afternoon talking about them. When evening came, I suggested she stay and I fixed a simple supper for the two of us.

Lilith thanked me after supper by giving me a kiss. I had never met a bookstore goth before and I found myself yearning for her. I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. We kissed again before we stripped off each other’s clothes and climbed on the bed.

I kissed her throat before biting the skin gently and without breaking the skin. She gasped before I moved away from her throat to engulf a nipple. I eagerly sucked the rosy bud until it grew hard in my mouth. After sucking it for a few minutes, I switched my mouth to the other nipple and made it just as hard.

I ran my tongue down her belly and through the jungle of her pubic hair. Lilith gasped again as I probed her vagina with my tongue. She grew wetter with each thrust and her clitoris grew harder. I engulfed her little bundle of nerves and sucked it hard before biting it gently.

I entered her vagina with my swollen shaft. I fucked the bookstore goth until we both climaxed together.

Jamdin

Girls’ Night In and Out - Creampie Fun

There were three of them and they were young, thank God, and utterly gorgeous – shamefully gorgeous! And none of them wanted to fuck her just once, oh, no. They were twenty, twenty-two at most. They went twice, all of them.

The first slid into her easily – Stephanie was already wet from her girlfriend’s tongue. She curled her legs around him, drawing him in with a purr. She knew that Melissa was watching, probably playing with herself.

She didn’t look over toward the chair, pretended to be totally caught up in the moment, because she knew that it drove Mel nuts. She pulled her partner down for a kiss, just like she’d kissed him in the club where she and Mel had picked up tonight’s entertainment.

He fucked her hard, really riled up after watching her with Mel. It didn’t take him long to come, but that was okay, because the next was ready – a cute tall guy with silly blonde hair and a huge grin. He saddled right up, sliding into her sticky cunt and slamming away as she played with herself.

Her pussy squeezed his cock, she moaned and wriggled as he shagged her. She came after only a little while, bucking and moaning, and then he followed, pumping his come deep into her pussy.

The third, a redhead with incredible shoulders, fucked her next, adding his mess to the stickiness already running out of her. She held him close and hissed in his ear, demanding that he come inside her.

By then, the first guy was ready to go again. She let him. He went a little longer this time, and she came again, got the blonde’s cock in her mouth for her pains. Filled at both ends, she squirmed. Mel was directing them, now, ordering the boys to fuck her harder.

Another sticky load in her pussy, and then another as the blonde took his place. The redhead, last to go, slid into her and his cock pushed out a mess of come, it trickled down her ass, slicked her thighs. She could smell it thick in the air.

When he was close to finishing, Stephanie made him pull most of the way out and jerk off into her. She could feel the sticky pulsing, the trickle as some of it flowed out and dripped down. When he pulled away, she closed her thighs and pressed them tight.

Mel slunk over, put her fingers into Stephanie’s mouth. She had been playing with herself. Steph could taste it. Her other hand slid down, fingers sliding into the sticky mess of her cunt.

“Push,” Mel whispered. “Squeeze it out.”

Steph whimpered, squeezed, felt the flood, the sticky mess, come out of her, hot and slippery. Mel groaned in admiration, smeared the mess over Stephanie’s thighs, up over her pussy, her belly, even over her tits. There was so much. The rest ran out of her, a sticky trickle.

Mel slowly kissed her way down Steph’s body, and she steeled herself for what would no doubt be the best orgasm of the evening. That’s what she loved about Melissa: Mel loved sharing Stephanie, so long as Stephanie saved her a taste!

Alexandra Rose

Preggo Playground

I unfastened my bra and let my breasts hang free, massaging the creases away. Straddling him, I kissed him once and asked, “Hold them so they don’t bounce too much? Their very sore tonight!”

“That’s understandable, you’re very pregnant,” He giggled.

I slid down onto his erection, placing the tip of his cock inside me. I made sure he was aimed straight and sat down, engulfing his entire length.

“Mmmmmmmm,” he murmured, leaning to suck at a drippy nipple.

“It’s going to be a little messy tonight, isn’t it?” he grinned, and I nodded as I started humping him slowly, from tip to scrotum and back, deep with every stroke. I teased myself, going quickly with shallow strokes until I was right at the edge, then slacking off to slower, deeper thrusts, feeling the intensity build.

Four or five times of that and my body decided it had been teased enough and I was unable to slow in time to prevent my orgasm. It started behind my pubic bone, a heat that spread faster the harder I pumped. I pounded my clit on his pubes, panting with it and cramping up, unwilling to slow the pace.

His hardness fueled the fire, remaining rigid for me as I concentrated on feeling him, the veins in his cock, his hands on my breasts, his fur against my clit, my feet against his thigh, our joining total. I came to and felt him rubbing my back, and realized I was slumped on top of him, my huge swollen stomach against his chest.

“I love the look on your face when you cum,” he said softly, smiling at me. I raised myself on my elbows to relieve some of the pressure and asked “What?”

“Your eyes are screwed shut, your mouth hangs open, you gasp and pant like you can’t breathe, and your pussy clamps me like a vise,” he said, “you’re so intense with it sometimes I’m afraid I’m hurting you.”

I kissed him and said “It’s always like that; it’s the way you make me feel.”

“I love you,” he said, burying his face between my breasts.

I rolled away and he fell out of me, slick with cum and my wetness.

“Shower?” I asked.

He nodded and we walked to the bathroom hand in hand. It was quick, the time late and the need for sleep made us hurry. Nevertheless, I enjoyed his hands washing me, caring and gentle.

LuAnne

Preggo Playground