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“This is serious,” Benny said, looking over at Gayle. The big blonde was on her back, rubbing her pooint pale tits in that slow counter clockwise motion she always employed when she was as turned-on as she was right then. “You sure you want to go here?”

“As long as you agree, if I take it, then you have to.”

“Gayle, you know you can’t challenge me,” Benny said, scooted up further on the bed and “fdlumped” his rigid cock into his girlfriend’s side. “You know you how hard toys make me.”

“Yeah, I know,” Gayle said, looking down her wide body at her open legs. “Makes me so wet.”

“So,” Benny said, leaning up on one arm, scooting even further up the side of his girlfriend. “We’re gonna try this, right?’

“Yeah,” Gayle cooed. “You got it nice and heated, right?”

“Yeah, it’s not hot, but the glass is definitely warm.”

“Then go ahead, I’m ready for it,” Gayle said, lean up and kissed Benny, then turned over onto her stomach. As always Benny looked down, marveling at the naked perfect round ass below him. He tickled Gayle’s white cheeks and she pushed into the bed.

“Give me a sec to get it lubed,” he said, rolled to his side and plucked the sex toy, called the ‘Don Wand Melon Crank’ from his bedside table.

Benny sat up as Gayle smushed her face into the pillow and regarded him from her one cheek. Squeezing a generous amount of lube down the glass cock, Benny’s own cock grew even harder as he watched Gayle watch him, obviously anticipating taking the glass toy up her ass.

“This is kinda thick,” Benny said, playing the tip of the glass dong through his now wet fist. “It’s gonna fill you big.”

“Oh God Benny, God,” Gayle moaned and he placed the lubed clear phallus on the bed between them, dripped more lube on his fingers and then reached down to spread his girlfriend’s cheeks.

“Ah…coo…cool,” she moaned as Benny plyed his two wet fingers up her pruned flesh and quickly inserted into her anus.

“Tight,” Benny said as he circled, poked and generally lubed the clutching hole. Retracting his fingers, he squirted more lube on them and then repeated the process as Gayle bucked her pelvis into the bed.

“I mean, putting it in you’s gonna be good,” he said, circling his fingers one last time, then finally removing his hand. “But once I start cranking this thing.”

Gayle’s eye went even wider as Benny picked the dildo up by its crank end, scooted down the bed even more and came to kneel between her open legs.

“Scoot up, get your ass nice and high,” Benny said and Gayle moved up slightly on her knees, spreading her legs even further.

“Mmm, a little more” Benny coaxed, holding Gayle’s right cheek, spreading it from her left and maneuvering the glass dildo at her anus.

“Fffffuck, fuck,” Gayle stuttered and shuttered, burying her face into the pillow as Benny got the tip of the cold toy right at her open wet hole.

“You ready for this baby?” he said. “Really?”

“Jrusm asmr you tarke for mm rater,” Gayle replied, the pillow stuffed in her mouth…though Benny knew what she meant.

Gayle was nothing if she wasn’t fair in their sexual experiences. Resolutely kinky as they both were, there was nothing Gayle ever did she didn’t want Benny to experience…if physicality and toys would allow for the possibility. Little did she know that Benny wanted this toy up his own ass, the crank sticking out for Gayle to use, maybe as much, or more so, then he wanted to get it up Gayle’s ass and begin cranking…and Benny wanted to get the sex toy up Gayle’s ass and begin cranking very very much!

“In we go,” Benny said, and pushed the mushroom-like tip forward and into the wet anus before him. Gayle arched her back on the initial entrance of the dildo but settled as Benny eased more of the stubby warm glass shaft of the toy up her.

“Don’t even need to crank it,” he said, working enough of the dildo in that it plugged Gayle sufficiently. For her part, the pretty blonde’s head was to one side, her legs were shaking and she was breathing deeply.

“But for maximum effect…” Benny said, grabbed the crank of the toy and began slowly, ever so slowly to turn it.

He could almost feel the thing turning in “his” ass.

The thing I was thinking then, despite Bill’s cock deep in my pussy and feeling his thighs slamming up into mine, was how I used to like to ride the train with my mom. Now, I knew Bill might have been a bit put-off knowing I was daydreaming, especially seeing as he really was filling me pretty good and the sound of his balls slapping into my wide ass was loud, but I really couldn’t help that memory relapse at that particular moment. As he held that strap under my pelvis, as I more or less “swung” there in that wide belt Bill had fitted under me, I was brought back to those times on the train with my mom when she’d lift me just before the doors ‘shusshed” to a close, let me hang my little hand through an overhead strap, pretending to dangle just like those riders I’d see who’d stand during the ride.

“Urff,” Bill said and that spirited thrust fortunately brought me back to the moment… thinking of my mom and I riding the train was probably not the best thing seeing as my boyfriend was really building up steam now ramming my pussy from behind.

“That…that really is kinda deep,” I said, not lying. Not that Bill hadn’t fucked me this way a thousand or so times in our three years together, still with that soft black strap under me he could (and was) pulling me back into him with every thrust forward.

We were really making quite the delicious slapping sound.

“I got to buy us more stuff,” Bill grunted over my back and I spread my legs more, let my body go down further into the harness below me and let him take my weight deeper.

“Sure sweetie, what…whatever you want,” I said and once again looked over my high shoulder to my man.

I wasn’t a girl used to sex toys, in fact I can be downright provincial if truth be told. But Bill had wanted to try some stuff through our years together so I had gone along with mostly anything. We had swung with another couple, had sex in public places for about three months (until it got to cold out to continue) and now we’re trying this doggie-style sex strap. Bill seemed to know how to use sex toys, or at least where to buy them and that kinda turned me on, him having had a past like that (or having read enough magazines to know the ’sex toy score’) either way, if my handsome guy wanted to get into more toys with me, I was down. At thirty-six a woman knows her body pretty well, kinky toys or no kinky toys I knew how to get off and to tell the truth Bill’s cock was pretty sweet and I liked how much he wanted me more or less 24/7.

Bring on the little gadgets, dildos, whips, straps, any sex toy you wanted, I thought.

“I like thrusting in…” Bill said, slapped me forward, his cock touched something deep, I gulped, then he pulled back on the straps and I was reared up back into him even deeper. “…then pulling you back.”

“I…I…” I said trying to catch my breath. I had to agree, both that combination of fucking my pussy then pulling me back on his hard cock worked for me to.

“Thrust,” Bill said and did it.

“Pull back,” he added and pulled me back to him to complete the process.

Fuck, he definitely had the rhythm down and as I looked again back at him I saw how the muscles of his forearms chorded as he held me. Again my mind wandered but this time not from my lanky blonde-haired boyfriend. His popping muscles, the thrusting and pulling, the sweet heat I felt from Bill’s body so close to mine, and his cock in me like I was being speared, it all began to coalesce in my head.

“B…i…ll,” I shuttered as I heard and felt him starting to clutch and get close.

“Bill,” I whimpered and again he thrust up into me, pulled back but this time when he held on he actually shook me and began to come I knew.

I swung there and began to come myself; really it never takes Bill or I long when we get into having sex, with a toy, doggie strap under me, us hanging from the ceiling, whatever.

Fuck this guy was a keeper!

“KIM!” Bill growled and planted me and shot deep.

“Yes,” I agreed as I shuttered.

I wasn’t thinking of my mom or a train then, that’s for sure.

“There really is no one way to use a dildo,” Cathy said to the group of seven women gathered on the low couches around her. Though some tittering rippled through the group, most of the women sat with wide eyes, open mouths (and a few tickling with wetness) watching as Cathy reached into the bag at her feet.

Producing a giant 10-inch flesh-colored dong out of her bag, Cathy sat in front of even wider mouths (and some crossed legs), manipulating the dildo in her hands. She regarded it very much like a totem, a thing to revere as she easily wiggled the thick fake cock this way and that, obviously comfortable with its girth and length. When she finally looked up at her shocked audience, she stopped…then sat back in her chair with a loud chuckle.

“You think I’m serious with this?”

There was a collective sigh all around as Cathy put the giant fake cock on the chair beside her, reached into her bag and began distributing brand new, six-inch dildos all around.

As the ‘fuck-aware’ party got into full swing Cathy went to each of the ladies, showed them the latest in lubes, jellies, clips, clamps and vibes, but really what most of these thirty-something housewives wanted to fondle, talk-about, see were the various dildos Cathy had brought with her this night.
About a half hour into all the frivolity (and some healthy sales, much to Cathy’s delight) she found herself in a far corner off of the kitchen with Amanda, the mistress of this household. The petite red head was all aglow (Cathy had seen this look before, of course) hardly able to take her clenched fist from around the healthy 8-inch dong she had just bought and held so tightly.

“You look like a satisfied customer,” Cathy chortled.

“Well, I will when I ge…” Amanda said, caught herself and giggled. “…sorry, you know what…I mean, yes, I love this, I really do.”

“You have that look in your eye like you’re bursting to try it,” Cathy said.

“Oh my God,” Amanda said, obviously embarrassed but so titillated and turned-on she could do nothing else but wiggle against her pretty stucco wall and hold her new purchase even tighter. “I mena, I can’t get my hand off the thing.”

“It’s one of my most popular models.”

“It’s so …thick,” Amanda squealed and with her other hand lifted the wine glass to her mouth for a generous gulp of the red wine she had been passing around at the party.

“Now, it shouldn’t replace the real thing,” Cathy said, sipping at the water she held. “But you can’t beat a nice thick dong for those lonely nights.”

“Oh God yeah,” Amanda agreed, chuckled and gulped her wine again.

“Tell you what,” Cathy began, lean into the woman and whispered. “None of them is gonna miss you,” she said indicating the chatting and playing women in the living room… “Why don’t you and I go into your laundry room there and I help you with a nice hands-on demonstration.”

Amanda looked up, her pretty pale cheeks flushing, her nipples poking out of her shirt even more as Cathy smiled and placed a quick hand to her forearm.

Cathy had been in this position before with many a client; she didn’t make this pass lightly. First of all, Cathy was resolutely bisexual, could scope out the woman at these parties-married divorced, engaged, single- who might be, could be, would be enticed, interested, seduced into a rendezvous; pretty petite Amanda, recently divorced, literally salivating with that thick fake cock in her hand, seemed a perfect candidate. A few glasses of red wine, fondling a toy or two, women who might not normally consider a chance meeting with another woman, a little off-to-the-side playtime, might very well take to Cathy’s suggestion, as many had.

When Amanda turned to make her way to her laundry room, Cathy knew her instincts had not failed her.

“Sit slow” the word appeared in Janine’s IM box.

“I am” she typed back…with only her right hand.

“Bet you’re wet”

“Yeah”

“Does it feel good? Opening your little pussy, like almost right there inside you but not yet?”

“Yeah. Fuck! SO much!”

“You are so my little whore, aren’t you?”

“Yeah”

Janine spread her thick thighs even more, wiggled her little ass cheeks and sat even deeper on the dildo she held facing up, on her desk chair. She really wanted to just sit hard, push her pussy down quickly the 8-inch fake cock below her, but she was determined to go at the pace Frank was setting.

“Slow slow. I know how you like to get that toy deep inside your pussy all at once, but you got to go slow-

“Fuck, its hrd t stay hs way” Janine tried to type as she just got the opening of her thickening lips around the head of the dildo. Shit, she was so wet, she felt like she’d slip right down the thing too soon if Frank didn’t let her mount it.

“You want to get it in, right? Really grind your hips on it. You like to fuck, I know you like to fuck!”

“Frankie, you’re killing me”

“Slow, slow slow. Take it slow. Take it slow”

Janine’s inner thighs were shaking now, as she got the wide tip of the dong in and between, right at the entrance of her gloppy warm hole. Shit, how the hell would Frank even know she didn’t just sit right down on the thing? What the fuck was there stopping her, really?

*She* was stopping her, of course.

What Janine loved, ached for, craved, wanted more than anything in this entire world, was having Frank meter-out her punishments, her submission, her compliance. That she obeyed got to her more than any toy up her pussy ever could (regardless of how thick and long that toy was!) That her curly-haired man with the naughty laugh could manage this, on an important business trip of all things, really made her brain fever with the possibilities she and her husband of two years had yet to explore.

“How much is in?”

“An inch, mybe” Janine typed…and felt.

“K. Keep that pace, slow just like that”

“Fuck,” Janine said to their empty bedroom. Her long legs made it nearly impossible to get really down on her chair the best way possible, but she was holding, squatting, slowly spearing herself, just like Frank wanted her to use it this night.

But Jesus this was torture!

She gave in a little more and gulped as more of the dildo fed up into her.

“Hold on a sec” Frank typed about thirty seconds later.

“Stop” he added.

“Hold on?” Janine chuckled to her “Dell” monitor.

Stilled, willed, chilled Janine pushed her pussy muscles so they poised there with about two inches of the dildo inside her. As far as she had been instructed she was to continue slowly sitting down on the fake cock, but maybe Frank would demand something else?

“Fuck” she typed. “WHAT THE FCK F?”

“Calm down, I’m just taking a break”

“YOU’RE taking a BREAK?! Frank, I have 2 inches of this thing up me, My lgs r killing! I got to get this fucking dildo in me or I’m gonna die die DIE!!!!”

“Well, just for that my impatient little flower…stand the fuck up!”

“Frankie! nO NO!”

“You’re saying no to me?”

Janine felt a cold chill rise up her spine as she quickly recalled how Frank had punished her the last time she had said no to his sexual games. How her ass had hurt for days after from the whipping she received…and how she ached to feel that sting again.

“Frank” Janine said and typed “Frank”

“Frank, Frank, FRANK!”she added.

Janine squat on the dildo, her little tits shaking, her inner thighs hurting, her pussy flooding even though she had been given the order to halt her movement with just the beginnings of the thick fake dong inside her.

“FRANK” she pleaded by typing and saying. “Frankie, tell me what to do and I’ll do it, you know that. You know I want to obey every order. Just tell me, tell me”

“I’m thinking”

“PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”

“You told me ‘no’”

I’m Ss, Sorry, Please, plea”

“No worries. You wait there just like you are. That’s your punishment. You got stay there like that until it kills you. Until your fucking pussy aches”

“FRANK…I love you”

“I love you to…but you got to keep that dildo right where it is and suffer”

“Omg”

“Wait” Frank typed as he knew his wife did…and would.

Every few steps Mark jolted Penny. He was metering it out without pattern, never the exact number or steps or the same amount of seconds passing from the time before, keeping poor red-faced Penny sweetly off balance. Of course every time Mark flicked the switch in his pocket his girlfriend looked over at him, bit her generous lower lip and her big brown eyes went even wider. With Penny seemingly as ripe and ready as the vibration in her thong was making her, it was all Mark could do not to spirit her out of the mall. But the couple had promised each other that they’d stick to their Christmas shopping plan, despite how horny Mark made Penny flicking the remote control clitoral vibe on and off.

“My thong’s gonna be soaked by the time we get home,” Penny said as the couple stepped past the mall Santa and his enormous line.

“Oh so now you’re complaining?” Mark snickered. “We both know you’re loving this. You like use your rabbit thing 24/7, doncha?”

“Yeah, but this is…well you feel what this little vibe feels like on your balls!” Penny chuckled as they continued to make their way through the tight mall crowd. “It’s a pinpoint vibration, like all you wanna do is grab it, ya know?”

“I knew you’d like it, I really did,” Mark said. “I just never knew how…”

Mark hit the switch in his pocket and Penny stopped walking, leaned into her boyfriend and whimpered.

“…much.” Mark completed as he and Penny stood there, seemingly window-shopping in the store window the tall girl had just literally collapsed into his side.

Mark flicked the switch back to the_off_position and the tall red head on his arm stood back panting.

The thing with Penny was that basically…she was orgasmic to a fault. The last thing Mark had needed to buy his girlfriend was a remote control clit vibrator (or any more toys than she already did have!), all he had to do on most occasions was rub that little spot in her back (dead center of Penny’s shoulder blades, about halfway up her back) and she’d get all quivery and start to pull him into her no matter where they happened to be. For their past year and a half together, Mark and Penny had enjoyed a pretty wild sex life, finding in each other a nearly insatiable ache to ‘do it’ mostly all the time. Both recently graduated college, the sexual encounters they had had with boyfriends and girlfriends respectively had been interesting and fun, and up until they met each other, Penny and Mark would have thought that what they had had so far experienced was all there was to sex. But the couple were coming to realize that theirs might just be the first really good sexual relationship either one was going to have.

Experiments with toys, position, outfits, role-play and now something like this remote control vibrator were perfect illustrations of just how comfortable and easy the couples’ sex life was.

Mark hit the switch again and this time, held it down _on_ .

“Mark, Mark,” Penny squealed, so loud this time, an old couple in front of them turned around.

“Mark, let go, let go,” she said, clutching her hand on his bicep. “Papaplease. I don’t wanna come here. Not here.”

Easing their way to an unoccupied bench, Mark helped his girlfriend sit as he carefully kept his finger still pressed forward. Smiling wickedly he sat next to Penny and snuggled up close.

“You gonna come?”

“Shit, I think…oh shit,” the girl said trying to scootch herself back into the bench, adjusting and undulating to gain some relief.

Mark still had his finger pressed forward.

“Are you gonna come?” he whispered again and Penny looked at him wide-eyed as Christmas shoppers passed them and paid them no heed.

“Mark,” Penny sighed, crossing her legs. “Mark.”

“Yes?” he said, leaned in close to Penny, smiled…then released his hold on the remote switch.

Penny’s body went slack as her thick lips formed a perfect circle.

“You bastard, I was really gonna come,” she sighed.

“But you said you didn’t wanna come here,” Mark said.

“I think we’re done shopping.”

“No, we still got…”

“Mark..” Penny said and with this she sat bolt upright, reached into her boyfriend’s coat pocked and extracted the remote control.

“…we’re done shopping,” she finished. “We got to get home now.”

“We gotta?” Mark asked.

“Yeah, we gotta.”

Mark followed Penny out of the mall.

When people are first time swingers or still a little new to the scene, there are details of the culture that are easy to miss. Here is a very short list of things that will be helpful to your understanding swinging etiquette as you begin your amorous adventures.

1) Ask before you touch.
You may be at an orgy, but it is not a free-for-all! Be sure that you have explicit permission from both the person you want to get it on with and that person’s primary partner(s) before proceeding.

2) Safety.
This should go without saying. Don’t dive into intercourse without a condom, period. Parties vary in terms of the level of safer sex required. If oral sex without a barrier is ok and you are comfortable with that, then proceed. If it is prohibited by the hosts, follow the house rules.

3) Mouthwash!
Here’s one people easily forget. You may have agreed to eat somebody’s pussy. The next person you want to kiss may not have agreed to that. It’s polite of you to wash your hands, use mouthwash, etc. before moving onto the next hot scene.

4) Pay attention to the vibe.
Is this a party like a hardcore porn flick where intense language fantasy and kinky props are all part of the game? Is this a New Age Tantric massage party where people are seeking transcendence through erotic experience? It may not be so nice to call someone a fuckin’ cum slut baby doll whore while she’s hoping to send her orgasm to the universe with a healing intention. Pay attention.

Let me tell you – over the years I have put together a great collection of ladies’ shoes. I am not much into cross dressing with all the other garments, but viva la feet! I find foot worship videos totally hot, and I like to watch them when I put on my shoes.

The other night was what I call a “best of” night. I put on a favorite foot worship video – a vintage one I’ve had since the 80’s—and I decided upon four pairs of shoes that have always turned me on the most. I took out the shiny, brown business woman pumps, the silver glitter summer sandals, the white wedding shoes, and the fuck-me red spikes. I got so hot just taking them out of the closet. After that, I stripped naked, tried each pair on in turn, and just rolled around in bed enjoying each pair fully.

Eventually, I lined them all up on the desk and blew a huge load over them, just as the hot chick in my video had one guy sucking her tits and another licking her beautiful thigh high vinyl boots. Wow, when I am surrounded by my favorite shoes, prancing in my cross dressing feet, watching a guy suck and lick a ladies’ foot or shoe on the screen, I am overwhelmed. It is so amazing, I can’t hold back.

Q: Do people with a latex fetish like wearing condoms more than the rest of us?

A: That is more of a good question than you may give yourself credit for. In truth, there is literally a fetish for everything. You name it, somebody is somewhere getting off on it.

There are plenty of ways that people get their latex on. There are all kinds of latex outfits to be found – from bras and crotchless panties or easy-access panties/briefs to full body skin-tight suits. People who are turned on by latex might have a favorite article of clothing, a favorite color, or some other preference that drives their latex jones. It can be the feel of the material, the look, or the smell, on themselves or another that does the trick. Some use liquid latex body paints – the skin MUST have ample breathing room if you do this. PLEASE seek reputable health advice before you go there.

Re: condom use, it may not show up as a fetish as often as other latex use, but some men particularly enjoy the feeling of using a condom gifted to them by a special person. On the radar of webcam and video exhibitionists is masturbation into a condom sent by an online “fan.”

As I said, turn-ons are infinite, and creative excitement over latex is part of the mix. The good thing about current times is that the use of condoms for safer sex is now part of the culture. Young people who have grown up in the age of HIV have learned to protect themselves automatically, so the stigma against condoms, in general, is waning.

If my co-workers only knew me a little better… they’d know why I haven’t been sitting down much today. All I can think about is last night’s figging, so I am blowing off a minute more of work to blog about it.

I was severely disciplined last night. He likes to keep me in line. This time, he remained fully dressed until the very end. I was nude and about to serve drinks when he led me to the living room. He handcuffed me to the legs of a chair. It was awkward but comfortable enough. My pretty, round ass was high up in the air- and was his for the taking.

He rubbed each ass cheek gently and alternately spanked – harder and harder until I could feel the warm redness start. The leather-covered paddle was next. The strikes were heavier. Each of my startled screams brought on another deep swat. I didn’t expect the slim, carved ginger root in my asshole, but as soon as I felt it, I craved its warmth.

I know it’s supposed to be “punishment,” but I love figging. It gets warmer and warmer inside my rectum. It is uncomfortable and I do squirm. It just never gets to be overbearing—it keeps me on a kind of subspace edge that I love. The spanking continued. I don’t know how long it went on, along with the figging. All I know is that I love & trust my Dom. I hurt with that _good_ pain today, the kind that goes with nice, kinky memories.

So my boyfriend and I had a sort of romantic evening in bed planned and I decided to surprise him with a blow job, thinking I’d give him his and get mine after. The only problem is, I like the way he tastes, but I just cannot swallow his cum. That stuff is way too salty and makes me kind of gag, which isn’t a pretty thing to do. So I couldn’t figure out how I was going to give him this great blow job and not go all gagging at the end.

But I figured it out and wanted to share. So there we are going at it. I’m all open-legged on top of him and he’s just lying back, relaxing, enjoying his pleasure. I’m keeping myself pleasured at the same time with my favorite vibrator. I’m licking his dick and fucking myself with my rabbit vibe, and having a great time, but I’m worried that he’s getting close to cumming and I don’t want to taste it. Then I remembered– we got some flavored condoms a few weeks ago at an adult toy shop! So, he’s close but not so close that I’m breaking his groove, and I have him put the condom on. Well, he knew what was coming then, and when he came, I just kept right on licking and sucking like I didn’t even know he was done. He loved it! So, for everyone out there who likes to suck cock but doesn’t like to swallow cum, get yourselves some flavored condoms. You’ll be licking chocolate while he’s making cream filling!

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