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Archive-title: Hot Sex Fantasy


    Some friends were throwing a halloween costume party, and the
invitations
were by phone only.  Denise, my girlfriend, was very excited about
this party,
and said that Sondra threw the "wildest parties ever".  Denise had
promised
our presense, and started looking for costumes.  With over a month to
prepare
Denise started calling every place in the phone book.  Several days
later I
was dragged down to a small shop which rented costumes mostly to
theatrical
groups.  There Densie outfitted me as a Roman soldier, replete with
shield
and sword (a wooden sword). It was a nice fit, and the leather bracing
of the
cloth added a certain manliness to the appearance.  Denise was eyeing
a gown
that looked right for about 17th century  France (and it looked
expensive),
but the proprietor took her back and let her try on a different gown
first.
It was a good choice. The gown was made of layers of thin fabric, and
it left
her left shoulder bare.  It was a classic "Roman" woman's dress, and
with
Denise's figure (5'5", 113, Blonde, blue, and 34D-22-34) she looked
stunning.
We paid the tab, promising to bring them back after Halloween.  The
shopkeeper
smiled and told us that every year he loves to watch us "amatuers"
dress up
and have fun.  We laughed and left with our costumes in neat boxes,
teasing
each other about the fun we could have with them.
    The day of the party, Denise bought some cheap masks (everyone was
supposed
to wear one), and started preparing.  Our preparations started with a
long
hot shower together, and we teased each other quite a bit before
drying off.
I was adjusting the waistband of the kilt-like Roman soldier's outfit
and I
looked up and saw Denise slipping into her dress.  I remarked about
her lack
of any undergarments, and she smiled seductively.  She stood near a
strong
light and while you couldn't see anything, it certainly promised quite
a lot.
Especially the way her breasts moved under the sheer fabric.  Even
several
layers didn't stop them from quivering if she moved quickly.  I
started to
dress, wearing jockey shorts under the soldier's kilt.  The kilt
reached my
knees (almost) and Denise slid a hand underneath and pulled them down.
I
leaned back while she gave me head, and she stopped when she had my
shorts in
her hand, free of my feet.
    "There now," She giggled, "you're really dressed like a Roman."  I
argued
that I was not accustomed to wearing a kilt and that I'd feel rather
exposed
if I didn't wear shorts.  Denise exposed a lucious breast and told me
that I'd
not get any tonite unless I went along with her plans.  I've given up
trying
to figure out how her mind works, so I went along with the game (but I
did
stuff some spare shorts in the soldier's money bag on the belt).
    Driving over to Sondra's didn't take long and I fought a hard-on
the whole
way.  Los Angeles doesn't get very cold until mid-December, so the
night air
felt like erotic caresses under my kilt.  Denise's nipples were
standing at
full attention, pressing against the fabric of her dress.  As we got
out of
the car, I stood lit a cigarette for the both of us to relax.  I had
an idea,
and explained that I'd be her military bodyguard (what a job!) and
announce
her as "Princess Denesia" tonight.  She giggled and agreed.  We walked
up to
the house and rang the bell.  Sondra's house was up in one of the
canyons and
off the beaten path.  There were quite a few cars parked in and around
her
front yard already, and the sounds of a party evident but not loud.
When the
door opened, we both looked twice and almost didn't recognize Sondra.
    Sondra is as tall as I am (5'10"), with fairly short dark brown
hair, and
quite a nice figure for a woman in her early thirties.  Her figure is
slim,
but with the curves in all the right places.  Her 34B-22-35 figure
often made
me jealous of Dave, her husband.  The woman who opened the door had
golden
blonde hair down to past her ass, and she appeared to be stark naked.
We both
looked twice and when she smiled then laughed we heard Sondra's voice.
She
was wearing a very tight-fitting light tan body suit on which her
artistic
husband had painted nipples, a navel, and other appropriate visual
clues. I
kissed her after Denise did, and remarked at how realistic her
"costume" was.
She laughed and said that Dave had gone to great detail to be sure
that no
matter what position she was in, it would look realistic.  She turned
and bent
over and Denise gasped then giggled.  Her "vulva" appeared from
behind, and
Dave's work was so realistic that I fought another hard-on.  The
blonde wig
she wore obviously made her "Lady Godiva" for the evening.  She led us
into
the back of the house, where the party was already underway.
    I stopped at the bar, picking up a drink for each of us, and
talked with
my favorite bartender (Dave of course).  He was dressed as cowboy, and
his
tanned and lined face made him look the part.  I praised Dave's
handiwork with
Sondra's costume and scanned the room while he told me how Sondra
modeled for
it.  I tried not to listen, fighting to keep my cock from becoming
obvious.
There was a cave woman in a fake tiger-skin, some guy dressed as
Tarzan (or
should that be "undressed"?), a couple of women dressed as old-west
saloon
dancers (with figures that matched), Christopher Columbus (I guessed),
and
a gal dressed as Cleopatra.  There were too many others to mention,
except
for two gals that got my attention.  One gal was dressed as a
"southern belle"
and the other (who first peaked my curiosity) was dressed as a buffalo
scout.
She had an obviously fake moustache, but what seemed peculiar was that
even
with her tight fitting cowhide costume, her breasts seemed almost
non-exist-
ant.  I wondered if perhaps I was looking at a feminine guy.  Dave
noticed my
stare.
    "Her name is Joanie." He said off-hand. "And the gal with her is
Ann."  I
looked at Dave and he smiled, saying that he thought Joanie was a bit
butch,
as he'd seen her dress as a man at last year's party.  I moved off to
mix
with the crowd, finding Denise talking with Sondra and another woman I
didn't
recognize.  They were talking about the fabled Roman orgies and such
things,
and Denise exclaimed as I approached.
    "Here comes the best soldier, and the best stud in all of Rome!"
Her comment
made Sondra and the other woman laugh, as well as several others.
Sondra
took my arm and guided me over to another group of people, most of
whom I
couldn't recognize behind their masks.  I found myself talking to a
somewhat
too short Abe Lincoln,  a pony-express rider, a WW-I Spad pilot, a
nurse, a
20's flapper, and a young woman dressed as an Indian.  This last gal
did some
very nice things to her chamois-skin dress which barely covered her to
mid-
thigh.  We began talking about recreational pursuits like skiing or
camping,
and how they made our lives and jobs bearable, common enough talk at a
party
like this.  I wandered through the party, joining conversations and
enjoying
a relaxed atmosphere.
    Dave came up and took my arm, saying he had a really neat idea.  I
followed
him towards the garage, and he stopped to pull "Pocahontas" along with
us.
The tight fitting chamios dress she was wearing hugged her lovely form
and it
made her very alluring.  Once in the garage, Dave explained his idea.
He was
going to air-brush on our masks with an alcohol-based paint that would
wash
off with simple cold-cream.  After a second to think about it, I
agreed, and
sat down and let him paint a mask over my face and eyes.  The paint
was very
cold as it hit my face, and Dave started on one cheek, moving evenly
over my
tightly closed eyes.  The paint stayed cold as the alcohol evaporated
and I
could smell the vapors.  Dave fanned at my face with a cardboard sheet
and
told me to open my eyes. "Pocahontas" was standing directly in front
of me
when I did, and she gasped as my eyes opened suddenly, seeming to jump
out of
the black mask.  Her nipples were pushing against the material and her
face
seemed flushed.  Dave motioned for us to change places and we did.  My
reaction
when she opened her eyes was the same, a slight start when her eyes
opened
and became a stark contrast to the deep black mask.  Dave told us to
put our
cheap masks back on, so that no one would know until after midnite.
We both
caught his laughter and replaced our masks and rejoined the party.
    Sondra caught up with me at the bar (now tended by a 30's
gangster), and
led me out back onto the deck.  She drew my attention down the slope
of the
yard where, in the darkness, I could see two figures moving in a very
specific
rhythmn.  I looked at her and she giggled that it was "Cleopatra" and
"Tarzan"
down there fucking each other silly.  I looked around and saw Denise
through
the crowd inside, talking with the "butch" buffalo scout and her
Southern belle
and mentally reminded myself that we did have a somewhat open
relationship.
    It was about eleven o'clock when Sondra took center stage (so to
speak) in
the room and announced that at midnight there would be a very unique
unmasking
of all the guests.  I smiled and my eye caught "Pocohontas" looking
over at
me.  We smiled at each other, knowing what surprises we had under our
masks.
Just so the reader knows, the lighting at the party was dim, mostly
reds and
yellows, keeping a subtle moodiness over us all.  Sondra disappeared
and Dave
now was telling us that they had made the rest of the house into a
fantasy
world for us to explore after our un-masking.  He also explained that
anyone
wishing either to leave or stay the night was welcome to do so, just
as long
as Dave or Sondra knew.  An excited babble started and Denise sought
me out.
    "See?" She said. "I told you they threw the best parties."
    "I thought you said 'wild parties'" I said back to her.  Her reply
was a
small throaty laugh, and she said to wait, the best part was coming
up.  I'd
forgotten all about my lack of underwear and suddenly I felt naked in
my Roman
outfit.
    At about eleven-thirty, Dave drew everyone into the room and
produced a
small box.  He had the Southern-belle draw a slip of paper.  He read
from
the paper. "Cleopatra" Dave said in an even voice.  The girl that had
earlier
been in the back yard came forward and stood next to Dave.  She looked
at him
expectantly, then he indicated for her to draw another slip of paper.
Dave
read that one too. "Indiana Jones" he announced triumphantly.  A man
came up,
and he was dressed just like the character, down to the hat, jacket
and the
bullwhip.  Dave now explained that these two were to un-mask each
other for
the remainder of the party.  "Un-Mask each other completely" he added.
Since
Cleopatra's name was drawn first, she was allowed to "un-mask" Indiana
Jones
first.  She started unfastening his clothes and quickly had him stark
naked
except for his mask.  I heard my own gasp along with many others when
she
removed his mask and his face had the same painted-on mask as I did.
I then
guessed that Dave had led everyone to beleive that only they had one.
"Indy"
had a large cock that was growing as he began undressing Cleopatra.
He quickly
removed her flimsy garments and bared her fine figure.  He left her
bracelets
and necklaces on (a nice touch), and finally removed her mask,
revealing an-
other painted on.  This went on for several rounds.  Finally, someone
drew,
and I heard Dave say "Roman Warrior". Well, my ticket was up.  I
walked up,
fighting (without much success) a building erection.  Another name was
drawn,
and to my surprise it was "Buffalo Scout".  The young woman who looked
flat
chested stood before me, eyeing me hard.  I began by squatting
carefully to
avoid displaying my nakedness underneath the kilt (although why at
this stage
I don't know), and pulling her tall moccasin type boots off. Untying
the draw-
string of her buckskin pants and pulling them down, I saw the most
beautiful
light brown bush nestled between a pair of lovely thighs.  I held the
pants
as she stepped out of them and saw that her thighs didn't meet at the
top,
leaving a small gap between them and her vulva. As I moved to stand
up, I de-
liberately exhaled my hot breath against her mons. I stood very close
to her
and she looked up into my eyes, hers now seeming to plead for me to
take her.
I pulled her buckskin top over her head, taking the fake moustache
with it
when it pulled over her head. and looked at her.  Her breasts were
very small,
and her nipples were dark and erect.  My arm brushed against her
stomach as I
tossed her top onto the heap of other costumes.  I looked at her and
started
to remove her mask, her eyes flashing with a lusty look.  I had
figured her
for a lesbian, but her breathing was irregular, and her face was
flushed.
She too had the painted mask, so her face remained obscured in the dim
light.
She took her turn, smiling as she knelt in front of me.  Her hands
unfastened
the sandals I wore and slid up my legs lightly, caressing me.  I felt
my cock
rising, and nothing I could do would prevent it.  I glanced about the
room,
and saw that several men's costumes contained bulges, and the ones
undressed
where fully aroused.  The girl's hands disappeared under my kilt,
apparently
planning on removing my underwear first.  She stopped suddenly and
looked up
at me, surprise registering on her face.  Her hands slid from my hips
to my
groin and she wrapped her hand around my cock.  "Now I know what Roman
Soldiers
DON'T wear under here!" She said, eliciting a laugh from the crowd.
She found
the clasp of the kilt and it dropped away.  She was still kneeling and
as she
stood up, she let my cock brush her face and chest.  I sighed deeply
when she
faced me.  She stood almost against me as she undid the many buttons
of the
tunic, my cock pressed upwards against her stomach. She started
undulating
sensuously against me, and I heard the cat-calls and whistles, mostly
from
the other ladies present.  I saw Denise watching, a big smile on her
face,
her nipples pressing against her dress, and she was rooting for the
"buffalo
scout" to continue.  She peeled my tunic off, pulling it off towards
my back
and pressing herself against me.  Her lips grazed my right nipple and
I felt
her tounge flick over it quickly.  She pulled my tunic off and let it
drop to
the floor.  Pressing her short body against me, she raised her hands
and
removed my mask, showing the now standard paint-mask.  Her nails raked
down
my back as she sensously gave me a brief hug.  Everyone applauded a
good
performance (on her part) and Dave told us to stand with the other
naked
guests.
    The room was segregated by dressed and undressed.  The undressed
side was
dwindling quickly and since my turn, it seemed that the acts were
getting more
and more erotic.  Two turns later Denise was called up just before the
Southern-
belle.  It dawned on me that two men could be undressing each other,
but as it
turned out none did.  I wondered how Denise would react, and watched
her move
quickly to undress the small blonde. Once the dress fell away, Denise
was
faced with a lavender corset.  The blonde wore no panties and her bush
showed
clearly.  I watched, very aroused, when Denise started unfastening the
corset
by reaching around the blonde instead of standing behind her.  The
blonde just
leaned into Denise and her face was just barely above Denise's
cleavage.  Once
the corset released her, her breasts sagged just a bit to reveal their
true
fullness and shape. Denise knelt again, sliding the corset down the
belle's
legs.  When she stood, her hands glided up the sensuous body, cupping
both
full breasts.  Denise removed the mask and there was no surprise at
the other
one painted on.  Now it was Denise's turn, and I was very aroused by
her bold
touching of another woman.  She'd never mentioned anything about other
women
so I assumed that she was a straight-arrow.  The petite blonde belle
knelt and
took care of the sandals, and she stood and reached around Denise,
looking
for a way to release her dress.  Her hands roved over Denise's back
and sides,
looking for the hidden fastenings. Denise's chest rose quickly and her
hips
moved in a sensual way.  The "buffalo scout" was named Joanie and she
stepped
next to me and whispered.  "Your wife?" She asked.  I told her Denise
was my
girlfriend.  She ran her hand down my back, smiling, and said simply
"Good."
The blonde was peeling Denise's dress off slowly, her hands caressing
every
inch as the dress slid to the floor.  Denise stepped out, a flush
visible
between her breasts.  "Your girlfriend Bi?" Joanie whispered.  "Not
that I
know of." I replied.  The blonde was now slithering up Denise's body,
pressing
hers against Denise's as she rose to remove the mask.  "Ann's
incredibly sexy
isn't she?" Joanie asked.  The question needed no reply, and I watched
as she
removed Denise's mask.  Everyone applauded and made some comments
about the
"heat" that Ann had generated with Denise.  Denise and Ann came over
to us
and we talked while more names were drawn.  Ann's hand rested on
Denise's
ass, and she didn't seem to object.  "See what I mean by a wild
party?" Denise
asked.  She turned to Ann, and thanked her.  Ann squeezed her cheek
and kissed
her lightly.  Ann turned to me and asked if I had enjoyed Joanie's
teasing.
"Do I look dead?" I asked.  Six eyes went down to my erect cock and
they all
smirked and shook their heads.  Denise and Ann went to get some drinks
for
all of us and we continued to watch the show.  Sondra was up with a
younger
guy dressed as a sailor.  Sondra was to be undressed first, and the
"sailor"
showed some real imagination.  Sondra's body-suit didn't hide much,
and what
it did, it advertised. The sailor didn't even start with unfastening
the suit,
but went directly into licking her "painted" parts through the suit.
Sondra's
hips were swaying as the sailor worked down and mouthed her pussy
through the
fabric.  My cock twitched when she pressed her pelvis forward against
his eager
mouth.  I felt Joanie's hand wrap around my cock and squeeze, so I
slid mine
down and under her ass, finding her opening wet and the lips already
open.
She leaned against me while we watched the sailor repeat his licks as
he took
Sondra's body-suit off.  Denise and Ann came back, and Denise warned
Joanie
not to get me too worked up this early.  Sondra was standing with the
sailor's
mouth firmly on her now naked pussy, her hands pressing his face
against her.
Some of the women were shouting encouragements to them and finally
Sondra had
to step back and away in order to keep things moving along.  Sondra's
breathing
was very heavy as she quickly removed the sailor's uniform.  She
started with
his shirt and worked down.  His cock sprang free and stood at
attention, all
nine or ten inches!  As Sondra worked the pants over his feet, she
swallowed
him whole, taking it almost completely down her throat.  Some people
gasped
at the amazing feat, and Joanie squeezed my cock hard.  My finger
slipped into
her hot little pussy, and I felt her juices on my hand.  Sondra
un-masked the
sailor finally and they joined our side of the room.
    A short time later, the last couple was paired up and took center
stage.
This was the cave girl and Tarzan (an appropriate couple).  Neither of
them
had much to remove and they did each other simultaneously.  As soon as
they
were both naked, "Tarzan" picked up the small cave girl and turned her
upside
down, holding her twat up to his face.  He started sucking her pussy
and her
mouth sucked his cock while the stood there.  Everyone started
applauding the
show, and they finally stopped and unmasked each other.
    Sondra announced that the rest of the house was open for
exploration, all
except two closed doors that were off-limits (please).  Denise, Ann,
Joanie
and I started to wander towards the other rooms, curious as to what
they held.
The first room was faintly lit and soft cushions abounded.  A film
played on
one wall showing a belly dancer in the middle of a harem of naked
women.  The
women were all working each other up into a frenzy as the dancer
danced.  Ann
and Denise stayed, with Denise telling me not to worry, she'd catch
up.  I felt
a tingling sensation and was torn between staying to watch what might
happen
between her and Ann, and wanting to explore more of the house.
    Joanie and I went to the next room, and found matresses covering
the floor
and another movie playing on the wall.  We watched a porn queen taking
two
cocks in her cunt at the same time, and then we followed several
people down
to the basement.  There we saw a well equipped B&D and S&M chamber and
several
people were already enjoying.  Joanie wasn't into that so we found
another
room.  In this one Joanie practically dragged me to the cushions
before I could
really tell what it was about.  On the wall was a girl deep-throating
a huge
cock and the scenes changed to show various oral sex scenes.  Joanie
started
to suck my cock greedily, watching the screen.  I tried to pull her
pussy up
so I could suck her too, but she resisted, telling me just to watch
the movie.
Joanie was sucking my seven inch cock with wild abandon, her saliva
drooling
down and making my balls wet.  I realized she was following everything
the
girls in the movie were doing and relaxed and started enjoying.  The
girl in
the movie suddenly received a faceful of come, and started rubbing it
all over
her face.  Joanie was rubbing my cock on her face, moaning and
gasping.  Another
scene started, obviously spliced in at the midway point.  A young
blonde girl
was sucking an averaged sized cock deep into her mouth.  Joanie took
me all
the way down to the root and I moaned.  She parted from the movie,
repeating
the deep-throating of my cock, forcing her mouth down rapidly.  She
was using
my cock to fuck her mouth, and I started raising my hips to meet her.
The
girl on the screen received her mouthfull of jism, and Joanie seemed
to go
crazy, rubbing my cock on her face and licking under my balls.
Another scene
started, and this time I reached over and began finger fucking
Joanie's soaked
pussy.  Her hips moved up and gave me better access to her dripping
hole, and
she sucked me with  a renewed vigor.  I watched the movie and a busty
redhead
leaned back as two guys spurted their come on her big tits.  A montage
started
after that, showing guys coming on girls faces, tits, asses and cunts,
with
the emphasis on their faces and tits.  I felt a rising surge, Joanie
still
wildly sucking my cock.  I told Joanie I was going to come, and she
went into
a complete lust for my cock.  I decided I knew what turned her on, so
I asked
her.
    "Would you like me to come all over your tits? Your face?" I said
huskily.
Her reply was through her panting, "God!...Yes!...My
tits...face...Yes!"  I
moved her onto a cushion so she could watch the movie or me, and I
knelt, my
hips straddling her stomach.  She was propped up almost vertically,
and she
sucked me into her mouth.  "Make me cum baby" I said and I felt the
rising
heat inside me.  Joanie sucked, rubbed her face with my cock, and did
every-
thing a guy could wish for, and I felt a huge orgasm rising.  She
began to
stroke me with both her small hands and I felt the first pulsing gush
flow
into her mouth.  Another gush, again into her mouth, and I pulled
back, pushing
my cock down in time for the next flooding rush to cover her right tit
with
thick white cum.  She arched up, pressing her nipple to my cock and I
fired
again.  I stroked myself and started rubbing my cock on her face, my
cum was
still spurting onto her lips and into her hair.  Joanie shuddered and
moaned
loudly, rubbing her face and tounge all over my cock.  As we began to
slow
down, I used my hand and rubbed the thick sperm from her right tit all
over
her chest, pinching her nipples wetly.  I watched in awe as her eyes
rolled
back and she shuddered again, twitching each time I pinched or pulled
her
nipples.  Finally we both fell into a heap next to each other,
breathing hard
and glistening with sweat.  Joanie told me that she comes only if
someone is
rubbing or sucking her clit, or if she gives head and can feel the
come on
her sensitive tits.  Fascinated, I talked to her until my flagging
cock was
standing hard again, and this time I came in her mouth alone, pulling
and
pinching her nipples hard as her mouth filled with my cum.  She
orgasmed again
and kept cuming as long as her nipples were toyed with.
    We looked around us and several other couples were in the room, in
various
stages of sexual encounters.  Ann and Denise came into the room and
over to
us.  Both busty gals a contrast to the small breasts of Joanie.  I
could tell
that Ann and Denise had been having fun, their pussy lips were
distended and
swollen, and they both tasted like pussy when we kissed each other.
Joanie
too kissed Ann and Denise, with long tounging strokes.  I asked if
they'd like
to join us at our place.  Ann smiled and said that Denise had just
suggested
that.  We all dressed and headed to our place.
    Denise rode with Ann and Joanie with me.  I told Joanie that I was
surprised
that she didn't have to beat guys off with a stick since her oral
talents were
very pleasing and arousing.  She blushed and said that she hadn't had
too many
men in her life (only four I found out), but that women also seemed to
be very
interested in her "gift".  At our apartment, Joanie explained to
Denise and
Denise looked at me and smiled.  Denise explained that while I loved
to suck
and lick her pussy for hours, she didn't like me to come in her mouth
all that
much.  Ann suggested we shower and go to bed together and have a long
foursome
session, doing whatever seemed fun.  Ann and Denise showered first and
Joanie
and I ate each other until they finished.  Joanie was very horny when
we took
our shower and sucked me off again in the shower, while I pulled her
nipples.
We both came, and then washed up, joining Denise and Ann in the
bedroom.  The
girls were already into a heavy sixty-nine and Joanie and I curled up
and
watched.  Joanie reached over and tasted some of Denise's cream, then
she
slid over and joined them.  The sight of three horny women doing each
other
got me hard again, and I slipped my cock into Joanie's pussy from
behind. She
sucked Denise while Ann sat on Denise's face.  Ann was the first to
orgasm
and she bucked and moaned loudly before falling off Denise and laying
on her
side, curled up in a happy haze.  I told Joanie to bend Denise's legs
back
and suck her cunt hard and fast.  Joanie complied and started to bring
my
girlfriend off.  I reached under Joanie and used two fingers to
massage her
hard bud of a clit.  Her hips rose up and she rocked them back and
forth.  Her
fires ignited, she lapped Denise into a frenzy, stopping just before
she came,
then starting again.  Denise was sweating heavily, her face and tits
flushed,
her breathing ragged.  Finally Denise came, and Joanie sucked and
licked her
slowly, keeping her on the edge for quite a while.  Denise curled up
with
Ann, who now was watching Joanie and me.  I pulled Joanie's delicate
hips up
and started ramming her from behind, fingering her clit as I did.  She
moaned
and squirmed, forcing her hips back against me very hard, and she
started to
come just before I did.  I drove against her so hard that I lifted her
off
the bed, impaling her on my cock.  She screamed and shuddered on my
cock, her
whole body wracked by an explosive orgasm.  We both fell over and laid
on our
sides, shaking and sweating together.
    "Je-SUS KEE-RIST!" Ann said. "I've never seen anyone come that
hard!"  Both
Joanie and I smiled.  Denise put in her comment with, "God-DAMN!"
    About a month later, Denise moved in with Ann, and Joanie moved in
with me.
We still see each other regularly, and still have our foursomes about
once a
month.  Joanie has told me that I'm the first guy that has ever made
her come
without rubbing her clit (last week).  She still loves me to come in
her mouth,
or on her tits, but she's learning to relax and enjoy a good hard
fucking.
We both like to watch a porno movie and tease each other, sometimes
Joanie
comes while I'm rubbing or sucking her nipples, and other times she
just lays
back and lets me tease her to near orgasm.  Then when we go to bed,
she can
come without needing me to rub her clit.  I just bought her some small
light
clamps for her nipples and she loves to wear them on weekends.  Ann
and Denise
have their own boyfriends, and they are glad Joanie and I met, as
we've fallen
in love with each other.
    My only regret is that Joanie may kill me with her sexy mouth or
pussy. If
I do go, however, it will be with a terrific smile on my face!

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