I drove over to their house on my Harley and arrived at around eight o’clock. It was nearly dark, and Erin already had the grill going. She looked great. She was wearing a very low-cut, loose-fitting white spaghetti-strap top and very short tan shorts. The shorts showed off her gorgeous legs, and the shirt showed so much cleavage that my knees felt weak.
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I motioned to Bonnie for her to meet me around the house to let me know what was going on. Once we got there, she said that Anthony was a perfect choice. She was convinced that he was a virgin, and I reflected that that meant she was more likely to let him fuck her without a condom.. She added that even though she was nervous as hell, this might be our one opportunity to live out this fantasy.
And as Texas loomed in the forefront of my horizon, as each second wound down to an unknowable summer of endless hard work, I raided every medicine chest south of Ruxton hoping to blot out the revolting future in store for me. After assuming my position on the table, minus my gown, the new arrival fitted a rubber glove on his hand and lubricated it. She took notice and smiled and licked her lips, then dived right down on it. My date was in a hurry to beat the traffic congestion, so I decided to postpone a trip to the john. I have recently been discharged from the hospital. I licked, and she twitched her hips, and our movement became a little easier. Via Bigstock Images. Name and address withheld February A minute or two later, Karen was back with her small feminine hygiene kit and was attaching a small enema tip to the rubber hose. But how do you say something like that to the woman you love? It all started when we moved to this rural town. I soon suggested we go into the bedroom, where we could be more comfortable. Only self indulgent teenagers. Bottoms Up I am a young married man of twenty-three, and I have a happy love life, but I do think my wife and I could add a little extra spice. Soon I felt quite full and told her. The Schirmer Inheritance by Eric Ambler. Marlene was next. When she got off my face, I realized the other girls were now nude, too. The alcohol usually moves things along and before you know it a very close game of twister has turned into an even closer game of twister under the sheets. No one thought I was a good kid. Obviously it was, as he was already leading his wife toward the stairs, and beckoning for me to follow. Her feathery touch set off tingles that coursed through my body and made my toes curl. After making Sue spread her legs a little more, she proceeded to to paddle her with a Ping-Pong paddle. My date stood by, watching me intently. Larry handed me a cup of coffee and we sat at the kitchen table. Elaine then told me to stand before her and strip. I hesitated for a moment and soon felt her hands on my hips, pulling my panties down. He kissed her deeply as she came, perhaps to keep her quiet! I felt a tremendous orgasm nearing when she fully withdrew the instrument, grabbed my hair, laid herself on the table like a baby waiting to be wrapped, and buried my face in her dripping pussy. Ask Nurse Pat to please fuck you in your ass. I kissed her deeply before she headed back to the fire. He drove his truck and I followed in the LTD. I also bought a colon tube; Debra had never seen one. She sat upright in her seat, and smiled at me. My husband had arrived home in a wretched mood. In the forest I found a large tree branch lying on the ground and sat down. Many couples would be happier if they could speak freely to one another of their deep passions. But simply holding and admiring a filled enema bag is only a still life. Larry and I finished stripping, too. I pulled her panties down and rolled her over, and then buried my face in her crotch. The settings are limitless, but the plot is often the same. When I was naked, she instructed me to kneel on a towel with my head low and buttocks high. Check your boots in the morning. She knelt next to me and inserted the enema nozzle, telling me to let her know when it started to hurt. The feeling was amazing. Bill pulled off his underbriefs and bent over the bathtub, and I greased up his ass hole and inserted thee black neck of the syringe. Me and Sally a friend of mine who was engaged to Al, one of Lee's friends were among the six "initiates" as the female halves of the couples were called. Bonnie looked over my way before disappearing into the darkness herself. I lay there for a few seconds before I realized that I was totally exposed to him from the waist down.
I experienced something like the peace you feel then. Hal took my face in his hands and smothered my lips with his. I surrendered to the kiss and ran my fingers around the waist of his jeans. He thrust his pelvis against me, then slid a hand through my legs and massaged my inner thighs. Then he slid a finger into my pussy, and I moaned as he moved it in and out of me. I unzipped his jeans and reached in his shorts, then pulled out a nice hard cock. I stroked it like mad. Hal pulled my dress up over my head, leaving me naked. He lowered his head and kissed my stomach. He reached up and massaged my breasts as his tongue glided closer to my moist cunt. He parted my lips and guided his tongue back and forth on my clit. At first he moved slowly, caressing the walls of my lips with his tongue, and I moaned in rhythm with it. Suddenly he moved his tongue faster. I felt a rush as if I was going straight down a roller coaster. My thighs quivered. I gasped for a moment, catching my breath. Hal pulled my body up for a long, sensual kiss. He pulled a lubricated rubber out of his shorts and slid it on. He propped me up by gripping my ass. Then he slowly buried his prick in me. When he began penetrating me with medium thrusts, I gripped his arms and tossed my head back. Hal kept fucking, and I kept moaning. When he started breathing heavily, I became more intrigued. Now he was feeding me his cock ferociously. It hurt a little, but I wanted to see his face contort as he shuddered and deposited his load inside me. I was aching to see him come. I told him how much I love watching a guy come. I felt his cock tensing up inside me. It became harder for him to thrust with his inner thighs shaking the way they were. I was enticed with the image of his beautiful cock spewing forth cream. Suddenly he pulled out. I looked down at his erection and was momentarily befuddled not to see any come in the condom. Without warning, he ripped it off his still-throbbing cock, and I stared as ropes of come streamed out onto me. I barely had time to enjoy it, though, because all of a sudden we heard twigs breaking nearby. A crowd of youngsters was walking our way. I leaped behind the broken tree trunk and frantically slipped my dress back on. And I need to be at work early in the morning. One more kiss, and then we said our good-byes. Under the romantic glow of candlelight, with soft music playing in the background, we undress each other completely, taking our sweet time. I have you lie facedown on the bed, and I use one of the candles to warm up some of that special almond-scented massage oil we like. I start at your muscular shoulders and slowly work my way downward, massaging the oil in, rubbing very slowly. Feeling tension in your shoulders, I take extra time rubbing them okay, maybe I really love the feel of your shoulder muscles , then rub all down your back and down your sides. Again, I take my time. I make sure periodically to cup my hands down in between your legs as well, massaging what they find there. I am also careful to remember that your hips need love, too.
A rectal thermometer was placed in my anus. She knelt next to me and inserted the enema nozzle, telling me to let her know when it started to hurt. I knew that was bullshit. She told me to reach back and spread my cheeks as far apart as I could them and get ready for the fuck of my life. Just like that I went from city slicker to country bumpkin. Women still lose their husbands and men their wives, because we have never become used to speaking our innermost sexual thoughts except to a cheap whore or otherwise liberated person of low morals. I slipped into her dripping pussy, and a minute later Larry began to slowly work himself into her asshole. Then I found the spot on the ranch where I could sit and watch the mute indian train the horses occluded from sight of the main house, so I could suck down beer after beer. He had decided on the largest rubber rectal tube he had an inch wide and three feet long. You God damn right it is. I asked the salesgirl to gift-wrap it and you should have seen her raised eyebrows, but she obliged. About what, I told you I already lost it. Then she would stop it momentarily, allowing the pressure to subside to a tolerable level. I wore gloves, a hat and button fly jeans because I knew it was important to look the part. I always had to keep a tube of jelly with me and had to grease my own ass whenever I was told to. My family and Edith had arranged that she would live in the house for some months while we worked on it before moving in. After a while Erin came with a groan, and I shot my load inside her. The tube was left hanging as a solution of warm water and soap was mixed in a metal can. When I told her I had never seen one, she jumped up and put a cassette on. Just before I came, I pulled our of her cunt and jizzed the crack of her ass full of my come. Afterwards, the change in his attitude was almost total. Her feathery touch set off tingles that coursed through my body and made my toes curl. I woke up on the Saturday morning with a stomach ache and told Nancy, who called her sister. When he began penetrating me with medium thrusts, I gripped his arms and tossed my head back. Only when she smeared the thermometer with Vaseline did I realize what she was going to do. He went to the bar and pulled out a bottle of bourbon and a shot glass, then declared that the loser of each game had to drink a shot. Me, feeling like a Rock God—albeit a drunken Rock God in a dress—would smile back. I lay there in ecstasy for a few minutes, and then drifted off to sleep. Instead she reached up under her skirt and peeled off her pantyhose and panties in one quick swoop. She was waving the garment above her head and shaking her breasts at me when the wind ripped it from her grasp. I arrived just as the last patient was leaving. I had often dreamed of kissing those gorgeous tits, but had never had the nerve to even suggest anything like that. She looked at me and my now-swollen dick for a long, curious moment. Moving south just about crushed me. She added that even though she was nervous as hell, this might be our one opportunity to live out this fantasy. Then I take time once again to make sure that you are relaxed all over and completely comfortable. But she insisted on opening it there and then. I fell into a very deep sleep, and the next thing I remember is Elaine awakening me and telling me it was time to leave for the airport to pick up John. Putting labels on behavior is wrong in itself and does not solve any of the human problems. I took out the dildo and started fucking her while she read. One more kiss, and then we said our good-byes. Marlene was next. When she did, she had a devilish grin on her face. Larry told her that a bet was a bet. Special Preference Your magazine is showing women the way to freedom of expression in the press and, more importantly, within the home and marital life.
Your magazine is showing women the way to freedom of expression in the press and, more importantly, within the home and marital life. Many couples would be happier if they could speak freely to one another of their deep passions. I am a year old divorcee, who enjoys your magazine immensely. I look for the "Special preference" letters as I love being given enemas, but I could never bring myself to ask my ex-spouse to give them to me, thinking this must be a morbid taste. After much soul-searching, I find it is no crime to be anally erotic. The crime is making it a problem, being unable to face the fact that one is human, full of feeling and desires. I wish my desires could be fulfilled and controlled within a couple's loving relationship, instead of in secret, extra-marital affairs. No one objects to getting pleasure from taking a bath. Yet, when we bathe our internal organs, using an enema, it is frowned on by everyone from medical men to preachers. I prefer being given enemas to taking them myself because I am exhibitionistic and wanted most of all for my husband to take a personal interest in my body and its beauty. I like the warm flow of water and the erotic feelings of receiving the injection. It's better to live your erotic sexual life at home than in bars or massage parlors. Women still lose their husbands and men their wives, because we have never become used to speaking our innermost sexual thoughts except to a cheap whore or otherwise liberated person of low morals. Putting labels on behavior is wrong in itself and does not solve any of the human problems. April I was amused by C. Her story reminded me of the punitive enemas my aunt used to give her two teenage daughters. One day I arrived at my aunt's house just as one of my cousins was about to undergo correction for having deliberately torn her sister's dress in a fit of envy. The culprit tried to rectify the situation by apologizing, but undauntedly my aunt was gathering the enema equipment. I was too fascinated to make a polite exit, till my cousin blushingly asked her mother to send me home. To my surprise, my aunt decided I could stay, as an additional embarrassment for the malfeasant. In honor of my presence, she was permitted to retain her bra and panties. But I was not disappointed. I have always considered her attractive, and seeing her in a tight pair of silk panties gave me quite a thrill. The recalcitrant was ceremoniously ushered into a bedroom and reluctantly laid face down on some towels spread over the bed. She whimpered as my aunt lowered her panties in front of me and her giggling sister. The silken undergarment was arranged as a useless decoration below her knees, leaving her shapely buttocks and thighs full exposed. Then, while my curiosity rose, my aunt attached a rubber hose to the enema bag and inserted a nozzle at the loose end. I noticed that she used a larger hygienic nozzle rather than the regular device provided for enema usage. She carefully greased this threatening plastic tube as its intending victim stared in horror. Ignoring her entreaties, my aunt pried apart the unhappy girl's fleshy cheeks and the glistening black nozzle was slowly pushed into her rectum until it nearly disappeared inside the forced opening. Having checked that the hose was properly secured, my aunt instructed her whining daughter not to move and then went to the kitchen to prepare the special enema solution. During my aunt's minute absence, my cousin, doing as she was told, maintained her enema hose stretched like a strange clothes-line from her quivering behind to the limp bag hanging on a bed post. Her sister was beside herself from enjoyment and our continual taunting and banter aggravated her ordeal. Unsupervised for so long, we took advantage of the opportunity afforded by the slightly protruding nozzle. To our amusement, we discovered that, by merely manipulating the implanted object, we could obtain splendid reactions from its unwilling possessor. We were like children mischievously torturing a captured dog by playfully twisting the outraged creature's tail. Much like a helpless animal, my cousin was at our mercy. The muffling noise of a radio rendered her screams for help useless, while a great fear of my aunt's wrath prevented her from freeing herself. So, submitting to the inevitable, she meekly held her pose while her sister and I each took turns in experimenting with the nozzle. We were treated to an exciting show of squirming, fanny wiggling and childish complaints. Just when we heard my aunt returning, my partner-in-mischief suddenly jerked the enema hose from its moorings in her alarmed sister's mid-posterior. I was at first mystified by this unexpected maneuver, but its purpose was to become apparent. As my aunt came back into the room, she found her errant daughter frantically attempting to restore the nozzle and immediately misinterpreted her intentions. Wrongly identifying the prankster and ignoring the victim's self-vindicating accusations, my aunt swiftly reinserted the nozzle and carefully filled the enema bag with the pitcher of solution she had prepared. She told us the dreadful-looking milky concoction contained a mixture of hot water, soapsuds, baking soda, salt and mineral oil. With all in readiness, she opened the stopcock, starting the flow into the pseudo-patient. My aunt skillfully released the liquid in intermittent spurts by pinching the hose. First, she would let it gush, causing the recipient to writhe in distress as the pressure quickly mounted. Then she would stop it momentarily, allowing the pressure to subside to a tolerable level. In all, well over a quart must have been emptied out of the enema bag. My cousin believed that the completed enema concluded her degrading public exhibition, but my aunt insisted on scrubbing her heretofore private areas with a wash cloth and toilet paper in much the same way as one might clean an infant for a diaper change.