I'm a nudist.

I'm a nudist. I like being naked. When I am home, I am usually naked. I go to nude beaches whenever I can, including areas on both coasts of the United States, as well as spots in England, Germany, and Greece. I even have home pages of me naked, although I haven't posted them anywhere on the net. There's just something about being naked in public that gives me a thrill. Yes, I like the feeling of freedom and warmth, but I think there's something more to it. I like having people look at my body. One of my favorite memories is of a visit to a nude beach in California, a long stretch of sand in northern San Diego county. On the gay section of the beach, it was approaching sundown and I was alone. From down the beach I spied the lanky figure of a man, maybe in his mid-twenties, approaching me. He had on baggy nylon soccer shorts and a Hawaiian shirt and was carrying his rolled up towel, obviously on his way to the parking lot. He stopped and talked with me for a while. Something about being naked and talking with a clothed individual gave me a bit of a thrill, although I didn't pop a woodie or anything. Eventually as we talked, he decided to strip down as well. It was obvious that he had been nude on the beach many times, for he had a deep all-over tan. The long shadows cast by the setting sun illuminated our bodies, emphasizing our musculature. As I was lying on my blanket looking up at him, I could tell that he was sneaking peeks at my rather small, circumsized penis and my balls sagging in their sack in the late afternoon sunlight. As we talked, I could see his penis begin to harden. "Do you mind," he asked? I smiled up at him, "No problem. I've seen it all before." With that he reached down and began manipulating his long, cut dick. He played with it lightly at first. All the while he stared down at my naked body, paying close attention to my groin and legs. I decided to give him a bit of a show. I stretched with an audible moan and then brought my hands down my chest, rubbing in solid, circular motions down my abdomen and sides. I then brought my hands up and began stroking the soft skin of my inner thighs, speading my legs outward so he could have a better view down thereand thrusting my hips upward. Occasionally my thumbs would brush against my sagging ball sack, causing my testicles to churn up and down. I think this really got him going. Although I had been successful in willing my dick to stay down, I was acting and feeling quite sensual. He picked up the pace of his masturbation, all the while staring at my body. It was a trip watching his face as he frantically jerked him meat. He was trying to watch me throughout his gyrations. Finally he came, shooting white globules out the slit and onto my left leg and foot. Some of it landed on the beach forming small globes encrusted with sand. Out of breath, he quickly wiped himself off with his towel and got dressed. I continued to lie on the beach has he donned his clothes again. "Thanks," he said as he turned to leave. "Anytime," I replied to his retreating back. After he was gone, I began to masturbate myself, remembering the remarkable feelings I felt inside as I watched him get off on my body. My thoughts also went back to my c***dhood and some of the same feelings I felt then. ---The c***d Exhibitionist--- I can't remember a time when I didn't get off being naked in front of friends and even complete strangers. When I was seven or eight my friend Daniel and I used to go to my tree house, high up in an oak tree where I would strip down with little fear of being seen by anybody. Daniel would stand next to me, fully clothed, and watch as I pissed off the platform. We would watch the golden stream emerge from the slit in my tiny, hairless penis and sail to the ground thirty feet below. I would shake it, helping the final drops begin their plunge to the ground, always aware that Daniel was watching me with interest. Sometime during our play in the treehouse, I would invariably get hard and parade around with my little two inch woody sticking straight up, almost touching my abdomen. Sometimes Daniel would laugh and throw my clothes down to the ground, forcing me to climb down and retrieve them. Luckily the treehouse was in the woods, far from any house or road. I actually enjoyed climbing down the rungs nailed to the tree and scrambling around the dried leaves looking for items of clothing. I felt so free when I was naked! Sometimes I even kept my clothes off, carrying them with me until we were almost in sight of my house. Daniel and I used to go hiking and camping in the hills above our neighborhood. Usually I would take off my clothes and put them in my backpack as soon as we were out of sight of any houses. Sometimes Daniel would get naked, too. I really liked looking at his tiny dick and loved watching his ball sack loosen up as we exerted ourselves hiking the trails through the woods. Daniel didn't seem to like being naked like I did, though, but that was okay because I preferred showing him my body anyway. One time I remember coming to a clearing. The two of us were naked and I really got off in running around in the smmer sunlight, wearing just my shoes. Soon, though, we heard voices approaching and we ran to hide up a rise and just inside the edge of the woods. Daniel hurriedly put on his clothes but I stayed naked; it was really exciting realizing that we had almost been caught, and I wanted to prolong the moment. Even though I hadn't been hard before, I felt the familiar feelings and looked down to see the jerking movements of my boycock rising to meet the sky. I nudged my friend, pointing to it. He giggled and almost gave away our location. As we looked down we saw two of the older neighborhood boys walking by. They had a reputation for being bullies and if they had seen us, I am sure they would have beaten us up for playing "faggot" games. Somehow the excitement made it even more fun for me. When I was about ten, I remember going to the beach with my f****y. I brought along my friend, Bob, and we put down our towels a couple hundred yards from my mother and s****rs. I was wearing a baggy, boxer-style swim suit but as usual, I didn't have anything on underneathe it; I liked the feeling of the wind blowing up my pants leg. Lying there, I would keep my legs spread apart and allowing the sun to shine up the opening of the leg to warm my balls. At some point during the day, Bob noticed and whispered to me that I needed to cover up. "Nah," I said. "I don't care if they see me. If a girl comes along, I'll cover up, but guys have seen it before. Besides, nobody's gonna look at me, and if they do, it's because they want to see it. Why deny them a free show?" Bob laughed nervously at my joke, but I didn't bother trying to cover myself. Eventually I had to piss so I went up to the restroom near the parking lot. I stepped up to the trough urinal and opened my pants, allowing them to drop to my knees. As I was letting go a strong stream into the long trough, a man came up beside me and opened his pants to piss, too. Now, until this time, I had never seen a naked man before and I was amazed at the size of his dick and all the hair he had; I didn't know people grew hair there. He let loose a large stream and all I could do was stare. And watching him with his hand holding his large tool, I began to get hard. I thought about covering up, but it was too exciting being naked with this god. Eventually he finished his piss but didn't move to cover himself up. Instead he looked down at me and even reached over and touched the tip of my tiny erection. At that point I knew that he had gone beyond that certain point so I pulled my suit back up and went out to join my friend. But that night, as I lay naked in bed, I couldn't get over the experience. I played with my cock, remembering that touch to my dick. It felt so neat knowing that he got off at looking at my tiny pecker. A year later, I moved to a new neighborhood and had to make new friends. One of those friends, Michael, seemed to be into nudity as much as I was. Even though we were eleven and way too old for that kind of thing, we used to take baths together, along with his little b*****r who was nine, and compare our still tiny dicks. Michael's f****y was way different than mine. Neither Michael nor his b*****r, Jed, minded being naked in front of his parents. The two used to walk naked through the house without giving it a second though. In my house, my mother yelled at me if I even bothered to walk from the shower to my room without my shirt on. Michael had a pool way in the back, out of sight from his house, and we would swim naked all the time when his parents weren't home and I felt comfortable. Sometimes his little b*****r would join us. The three of us were camping out one summer's evening and it was too warm for us to sl**p in our sl**ping bags. Of course, we were naked. "I've got an idea," I said at about midinight when we couldn't sl**p from the heat. "Why don't we wander around the neighborhood. Maybe that will cool us off!" Now, being a c***d exhibitionist, I really meant that I wanted to take risks being seen. The other two thought this was a neat idea so we cautiously made our way alongside the house to the street. This was actually quite risky because the street, while quiet, was well lit and if anybody bothered to peer out of their darkened windows, they would have seen the three of us, naked as the day we were born. None of us had even bothered to bring clothes; that just added to the thrill. We began slowly darting from shadow to shadow, crouching behind trees to look out for anybody who might be coming down the street. I remember one time crouching behind Michael, so close to him that my legs were on either side of his body and my groin was pressed tightly against his lower back. My already hard dick stiffened even more, but Michael didn't say anything as my solid two incher poked into him. As we continued down the street, we became bolder and bolder, spending more time moving between the dark shadows. Soon we didn't even bother using trying to hide in the dark at all. Pretty soon we moved to the middle of the quiet residential street with the street lamps alternating on either side illuminating our bodies. It was almost one in the morning and we hadn't seen a car the whole time we were out. We became quite bold, even talking in less than hushed tones occasionally. Each of us was sporting a tiny erection. I especially liked Jed's because its tiny size was so cute! Suddenly a car turned right onto the street a couple of blocks ahead of us. Its headlights played though the darkness toward our naked bodies. We were in a panic! We looked to either side and there were no trees or bushes to hide behind! There was only a large patch of ivy to my left so I dashed across the street and dove into it, hoping the bulk of the cool vines would hide me from view. I heard the hard rush of leaves being crushed to my right as a small form landed beside me. I hard the harder sound of Michael's body as it landed in the Ivy to my left. Jed began to lift his head to see what the car was doing but I grabbed his body, held his head down with my left hand, and dr**ed my right leg over his body to keep him from getting up. My hard dick was crushed into his hip and I could feel myself involuntarily thrusting my hips, pounding my little penis into his side. The car passed without slowing down, so I don't think they saw us. The scare was enough though, and we made our way back the quarter mile to Michael and Jed's house. This time we stayed in the shadows, no longer being bold enough to walk in the glow of the street lamps. We giggled together when we finally got back. After skinnydipping a short time we settled down on our sl**ping bags. We fell asl**p as the water evaporated from our naked bodies. As I think back on it, I was a much braver exhibitionist as a boy than as a teen or an adult.

Femme Attack

One of my favorite pastimes is people watching. I usually head to the queer-owned coffeehouse in town, Divas, a couple times a week to catch a cappuccino or two. I'd just sit outside and enjoy the view of all the Femmes walking down the street. I am talking to the Bros, and this vision of loveliness walks up to us looking lost and confused. "Excuse me, could anyone tell me where 112 Fourth Street is?" She has the voice of an angel, and the face of a Goddess. No one moves; I think we are all stunned by her beauty. I finally step forward and say, "Hi, my name is Harley, I can point you in the right direction." "Well, I'm new in town and still not too familiar with the city, any possibility you could walk me there?" "No problem, it would be my pleasure. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." "Oops, sorry, I'm Raven, Harley." "Well, Raven, it's very nice to meet you, shall we?" I wave good-bye to my Bros who still seemed to be catatonic as we head down the street. I cannot keep my eyes off of Raven. She has beautiful, long, wavy, red hair and sensuous green eyes. Her eyes seem to sparkle every time she smiles. I am definitely captivated by her beauty. I listen, as she talks about her recent move, her new job, and her lack of friends in her new hometown. She has me hanging on her every word. I am so tempted to touch her soft skin, to caress her, and to kiss her. Before I know it, we are at her destination. "Harley, thank you so much! How can I repay you?" I held my tongue. "Why don't you meet me for some coffee after your done here? I'd like to hear more about you, Raven." "That's sounds great. But you know what, I got so carried away talking, I didn't even pay attention to how we got here." Laughing I say, "That's ok, how about I just meet you right here in about an hour then?" "Ok, Harley, I'm looking forward to it," she says as she gives me a small kiss on the cheek and runs into the building. I can smell her perfume in the air -- a mixture of patchouli and Coco Chanel. I take a deep breath and head back to Divas to retrieve my bike. I return an hour later, and Raven is outside waiting. When she realizes it was I on the bike, she flashes a huge smile. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting long," "No, not at all Harley. Is this your bike? It's beautiful." "Aaaawww, thanks Raven, but it's not as beautiful as you," I wink. I could see her blushing. "So, did you want to go get that coffee?" I asked. "Hhhmm, how about a ride instead, it'll give me a chance to wrap my arms around you." Now, I was blushing. I hand her the extra helmet and help her put it on. "Ready?" I ask as she hops on and wraps her arms around me. "All set, let's go!" I feel the tingling running through my body from her touch, and it is invigorating. We drive through town to one of my favorite secluded spots on the beach. The view here is magnificent. "Why did you stop?" Raven asks. "I thought maybe you'd want to catch the sunset." I grab a blanket from my backpack (Butches always come prepared), and before I can say anything, Raven grabs it and runs for the beach. It is so pretty out here; you can smell the ocean air and hear the waves crashing against the rocks -- such peace and tranquility. By the time I get down to the beach, Raven has a spot already picked out and has already made herself comfy. "I never watched the sunset over the ocean before, Harley." "Well, there's a first for everything, isn't there, Raven," I say with a grin. She nods in agreement. We talk about ourselves, sharing intimate details of our past and our dreams of the future. I noticed that Raven is getting cold. "I'm sorry, you must not be use to the ocean breeze, here take my coat," I say as I remove my jacket for her. "No, then you'll be cold, Harley. Why don't I just snuggle up next to you?" "I thought you'd never ask." She positions herself between my legs, her back against my chest. I wrap my arms around her, taking her hands into mine. Her skin is so soft and smooth. She leans back and lays her head on my shoulder. We sit there quietly watching the sun set into the ocean. It wasn't long before you could see the moon and the stars in the sky. "Are you ok?" I asked. Raven turns, puts a finger on my lips, and says, "No more talk Harley, just kiss me." I turn and look into her eyes. I think I can see into her soul at this moment. I raise my hand and stroke her hair. Gently, my hand brushes across her face, touching her lips and her neck. I pull her close and gently kiss her soft, sensuous lips. Raven pulls me tighter and kisses me back. Quickly, the kisses became harder and more passionate. It is getting hot, and I am starting to melt. I pull away and kiss Raven's neck, nibbling here and there, making sure not to leave any marks. Every so often I lick her neck and nibble and breathe into her ear. She presses her body closer to mine until she is straddling me. She kisses me hard, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I actually think I am starting to get dizzy, but I am already sitting down. As we kiss, my hands travel to her breasts. I massage them through her blouse. I feel her nipples already hard from the ocean breeze. Raven stops me and pulls my hands away -- I thought I did something wrong. She looks down at me with a grin and starts unbuttoning her blouse. All I could do was grin back. She replaces my hands, but now I am touching the soft skin that I craved for all day. As we continue to kiss, I massage and pinch her nipples. Raven stops and raises herself so that her breasts are at my eye level. She grabs my face and pulls me towards one of her breasts. I begin kissing and licking, rolling my tongue around her nipple. I can hear Raven moaning with pleasure, and her moans give me pleasure. I start sucking one nipple while pinching the other nipple with my fingers. Raven starts grinding her pelvis into me, harder and harder. I had to balance myself so as not to fall backwards. I give the same attention to her other nipple. My hands are stroking her sides finding their own way down to her ass. I pull her closer and realize she isn't wearing any panties. I look up and all I can see is her silhouette in the moonlight -- just a vision of beauty. I stop sucking on her nipples and move both my hands up her back. With my weight, I push her back slightly so that I could plant baby kisses down her cleavage. Then I use my tongue and draw an imaginary line up her cleavage, across both her shoulder blades, up her neck until I find her lips. I can feel her trembling, or is that me? "Are you cold at all, Raven, I could build a fire," I ask. "Quite the contrary, Harley, I am very hot." Raven sits up and takes off the remnants of what clothes she still has on, and then she helps me remove mine. I use my jacket as a pillow and lay it on the blanket for her. I look into Raven's eyes -- no words needed to be spoken, as we lay there naked in the moonlight. I placed my hand on her face, stroking her hair, admiring the beauty before me. I actually thought I had tears in my eyes. Raven's hand touches my face, and I kiss it. She pulls me close and kisses me passionately. I return the kiss and pull her closer until our chests met, nipples touching. One arm wraps around her, holding her, as the other slides down to her hip. Slowly, my hand moves towards the center of all pleasures in life. Raven's pussy is shaved -- just the way I like it. I begin massaging her pussy, and I begin hearing the moans in the ocean air. I use my hand to separate her pussy lips and find her clit. She is very wet and hard. At the same time, Raven is a step ahead of me. She has already managed to get her hand between my thighs and is ready to penetrate me. I too am already wet - dripping. I stop and slide on top of her. I kiss her passionately on the lips and make a trail of kisses leading from her lips, neck, shoulder, cleavage, breasts, and stomach until I am positioned between her thighs. I alternate kisses between her pussy and her thighs, teasing her. I can feel Raven grinding into me wanting more. I take one hand and spread apart her pussy lips to reveal the jewels I so desperately want. I take my tongue and lick the tip of her clit causing her to twitch. Raven slides her legs around my neck and cross them behind my back. I use my tongue and twirl it around her clit then lick up the savory juices from her pussy. I go back to her clit and begin licking, sucking, and biting faster and harder with each stroke from Raven's hips. As the moaning becomes louder, I move my attention to her cunt. Licking and forcing my tongue in further and further with each stroke, I hear Raven calling my name, and I look up. I stop and slide up to her face kissing her. Panting, Raven managed to say, "Turn around, I want to taste you; I want us to cum together." I reposition myself and lower my pussy towards her face. Before I could get back into position, Raven grabs my ass with her hands and pulls my pussy towards her mouth. She hungrily devours my juices and begins sucking hard on my clit. I feel a flash of warmth come over me and notice that it is becoming harder to concentrate on the task at hand. I go back down on her cunt and continue where I left off. As I push my mouth on her clit, I penetrate her with two fingers, then three. All either of us can hear are muffled moans and groans. Then, Raven starts to penetrate me. We both start grinding into each other with more f***e. I am close; I feel an orgasm coming. With one last effort, I penetrate Raven's pussy, ramming my fingers in and out, harder and faster. My fingers are dripping with her juices. Then, I feel Raven's nails digging into my ass. She is cumming, so I no longer hold back. You can hear the whimpering cries of pleasure as we freeze and become one in that moment of time. When it passes, I lick up the rest of the juices and move back next to her. It is obvious that we were tired from the pleasure we just shared. I pull the blanket around us, wrap my arms round her, kiss her gently on the lips, and pull her close. There we slept, interlocked together as one, under the moon and stars

Doctor’s Examination

Having made an appointment with a specialist (Dr Alan S.) for a check-up, I arrived at the appointment ahead of time, and waited around 15 minutes before I was told to head into the examination room. I was advised to take everything off, put on the disposable surgical gown which criss-crossed to be tied at the front, and to wait on the examination table. I guess by now you can sort of guess what the specialist is without me having to spell it out, but I don’t really want you to be confused, I am at a gynaecologist. This would be my first time visiting such specialist, so I had no idea what to expect and am kind of nervous. My name is Alexandra, or as my friends called me Sasha. I’m 28 years old, 150cm tall, athletic build with 14B cup breasts. I have long straight black hair, which at this very moment is tied up into a ponytail. As I waited for the specialist on that high examination table, my heart thumped in my chest, I had butterflies in my stomach, my legs swung idly back and forth as I scanned the examination room. It was painted a cheery light blue, with single darker blue stripe going along length of the room. It was windowless, has a thick sound-proof door that separated it from the waiting room, with curtains hanging from the ceiling for some privacy similar to the hospital curtains. The exam bed I was sitting on was in a corner of the room, with the door to my left. One wall of the room filled with apparatus that such specialist would need on shelves and inside cabinet drawers. Cheery panoramic prints hung on the three walls, and as I looked up, two photo posters with captions are positioned on the ceiling. One poster with a close-up of a keyboard said: CAPS Lock; underneath: Are you ready to unleash the fury? The other poster a photo of little boy with a raised fist: Explanation; underneath: I demand one. I cracked up laughing at both as the door open and my specialist walked in. He was an extremely handsome older gentleman, older than I had thought for a gynaecologist. He was tall, well over 190cm, and to me, the room got smaller instantly. Dr Alan’s hair was completely white; he has medium build with kind blue eyes that crinkled when he smiled as he heard my laughter. I grinned warmly to him as I looked away from the funny posters. ‘It’s a great ice-breaker, don’t you think so?’ the doctor asked. I chuckled a little, and said, ‘Yes, they are funny.’ He pulled up a small wheelie table and stool next to the examination bed, and placed my file on the table. Looked at me over his small glasses perched on his nose, and indicate that I should now lie back slightly as he raised the bed up so that I can use it as a backrest. ‘How are we today, Alexandra?’ he asked. ‘Please call me Sasha,’ I insisted, ‘I’m fine, but a bit nervous, Dr S.’ ‘Then you can call me Dr Alan. And why are you nervous, Sasha?’ ‘Well, because I’ve never visited a gynaecologist before,’ I explained. ‘I don’t know what exactly is involved.’ ‘There’s really nothing you need to be nervous about,’ he reassured me, ‘this is only a routine check-up to make sure you’re OK on the inside of your vagina.’ ‘Hmm, OK,’ I smiled weakly. ‘Alright, I’ll take it slow. At any time, just like the poster said, ask for explanation, OK?’ I nodded shyly. Dr Alan moved about the room to organise his equipment on the wheelie table, chit-chat about this and that to make me feel at ease. Coming back to where I was sitting with the table, after washing his hands, he snapped on some rubber gloves, squirted some KY-jelly on his fingers, took a seat and told me to put my feet in the stirrups he pull out from the side of the examination bed. ‘Um, Dr Alan,’ I stopped him after my feet were placed on the stirrups, my pussy exposed to the cold air. ‘I’m allergic to rubber.’ Dr Alan stopped. ‘Oh! That’s not good.’ He looked around the room, and went to a drawer, pulled out a box of non-latex gloves. As he disposed of the original gloves he had on, he pulled out one last remaining glove from the box. Dr Alan muttered something under his breath, and I think appeared to have swore, but I wasn’t sure. He looked up from the empty box and looked at me on the bed. ‘I’m so sorry, Sasha,’ he began. ‘I don’t have any non-latex gloves left.’ ‘Oh, um, well, couldn’t you do the check-up without gloves?’ I asked naïvely. ‘I could, but it would be highly unusual,’ Dr Alan cleared his throat. ‘Well, it wouldn’t be unusual to me since this is my first time,’ I smiled. Dr Alan cleared his throat again, and walked back me without his gloves. Without me noticing anything untoward, he adjusted his hardening cock slightly in his trousers. The thought of using his naked fingers for the first time inside a woman who has never visited a gynaecologist before was making his dick twitch. He has never had an impure thought towards any patients in his professional career until he saw this little nymph on his examination bed. As he sat back down on the stool still in front of my exposed pussy, he again squirted some KY-jelly on his fingers, rubbed it around to warm it up, and told me to lie back against the bed and relax as much as possible. I followed his instructions, but kept my eyes on Dr Alan’s face as he slowly inserted his fingers inside my tight opening. Until this moment, the only person that has ever had his fingers inside my pussy was my boyfriend of 4 years. With his fingers he would show me the most wondrous sensation by pressing on my G-spot, just as Dr Alan was doing! The doctor was intently looking down at my vulva, as he watched his fingers plunged in and out of my tight tunnel. His erection hardened some more as he heard the squishy sounds of his fingers moving in my juice and the lube. Of course, I could not see his hard cock tenting in his trousers, but with his free hand, he undid his fly and his cock was freed of the confines. Dr Alan scooted his stool closer, and pushed the stirrup farther apart, I had to move further down so my ass was barely perched at the edge of the examination bed. ‘Does this feel uncomfortable, Sasha?’ Dr Alan asked thickly, as his naked fingers found my G-spot and pressed on it firmly. ‘Mmmm, no doctor,’ I mumbled. ‘I feel fine but very tight with your fingers inside.’ ‘Alright, I’m going to do something now to your vulva and vagina, and if at any time you feel uncomfortable, I want you to tell me. OK?’ His head disappeared under the surgical gown, and I felt more fingers at my pussy as they spread my labia to expose my throbbing little clit. Dr Alan licked his lips once he was under my gown, my aroma rose to his nostrils and he took an excited breath, his tongue itched to taste me. My pussy no longer needed the lube he had squirted as it now produced its own lubrication for the doctor’s fingers as they moved in and out. Dr Alan pressed his thumb on my engorged clit and his eyes widened as he watch my pussy shuddered, more juice leaked out and coated his fingers and hand. ‘Oh, Dr Alan,’ I breathed. ‘Is that part of the examination?’ Dr Alan did not answer, instead moved his face closer to my wide open cunt, took a deep breath, stuck his tongue out and licked my slit from where his fingers were all the way to my tight little nub, then twirled his soft tongue around and around and around. I panted, my breathing quickened, bl00d rushed around my body and all I could hear is this roaring in my ears as I f0rced my legs apart even more in the stirrups. Dr Alan finally attached his wide open lips to my pulsating pussy, and sucked my whole vulva into his mouth, his chin moving up and down as he sucked me. I dropped all pretence, pulled up my surgical gown up over my head, grabbed Dr Alan’s head with my hands and pressed his mouth harder against my pussy as I pushed my ass up off the bed. The doctor groaned as his fingers fucked and massaged my pussy. He looked up into my face as he removed his slicked fingers from my pussy to grab a hold of my thighs, and replaced it with his tongue, he grunted as my gooey juice dripped into his mouth. He slurped at my liquid thirstily, is tongue plunged and scooped my juice tirelessly. The illicit act that he was performing on his new patient drove him wild. Never in his professional career did he ever had a lustful thought or touched his patient with desire as he was doing now to this nymph in his examination room. He could feel his cock had some pre-cum oozing out and dampened his boxers inside his trousers. He hurriedly undid his pants, with a bit shuffling on the stool, both trousers and boxers pooled around his ankles. I don’t remember if I made any loud noises, but we sure were uninterrupted. Dr Alan stood up, shuffled forward to remove my feet from the stirrups. His hands gripped my ankles and spread my legs painfully apart (good thing I was flexible). ‘Keep them spread, Sasha,’ ordered Dr Alan. ‘That’s a good girl.’ I panted with anticipation, my hands held my soft thighs apart. His right hand took hold of his hard rod as it reared from the nest of his thick pubic hair, his eyes never left my red hot centre for a second as he milked his one-eyed snake back and forth, pumped bl00d into his cock. With it still in his hand, he rubbed himself on my juicy slit, up and down, up and down, prodded my clit with the bulbous head of his prick and pushed gently at the entrance to my cunt. ‘OK, Sasha, this is an extra examination that I have to perform on your vagina. I have to do this to make sure that your muscle contractions are healthy,’ ‘Yes, Dr Alan.’ ‘At anytime, if you are uncomfortable, let me know, OK sweetheart?’ he continued as he pushed his cock into my tight opening. It burrowed and dug all the way until it was met by my cervix. ‘There now,’ the doctor struggled to say. ‘You seem fine in here. How does that feel, Sasha?’ as he thrust harder against me as the bed squeaked. ‘Aaah, it-feels-real-ly-g-good, d-doctor,’ each word expelled from my mouth with each hard thrust of his penis. ‘Do you feel that I am too tight?’ ‘Perfect, all…normal…here, sweetheart,’ Dr Alan grated out. The bed protested with squeaks as he thrust and shoved his thick man meat in and out of my hot bun. He looked down at my breasts and in turn, took each nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, his tongue toyed with the tight buds. Then something I have never experienced before, his teeth began to bite down on my nipple, quite hard. I squealed in pain and surprise, but the doctor had anticipated that and put his hand over my mouth to cut off the scream. Dr Alan chewed gently on my nipple, and the slight pain turned into pleasure, his tongue rolled around and around on my bud. I moaned against his hand, I could smell myself on his fingers. I looked into his lust filled face; his eyes were dilated with desire, as were mine. I mumbled behind his hand that I was coming. I closed my eyes and let my orgasm explode from my pussy, my juice squelched as he thrust in and out, my contractions got stronger as my climax reached the pinnacle. Dr Alan also let go of his control and fucked me like an anim4l, just as his semen about to shoot into my tightening vagina, he pulled out and shot his cum on my pussy and mound, his helmet head rested against my clit and the white liquid pooled on my vulva. The doctor breathing was erratic as he tried to regain his breath. One of my nipples was still in his mouth, with one last bite on both buds, I pushed my tits into his hungry mouth. He pulled himself away from my body and the bed, our breathing heavy. Dr Alan reached for some baby wipes on one of the bench and tenderly cleaned my pussy up for me. I shuddered as my extra sensitive pussy was being cleaned. He dressed himself after I was clean, told me to get dress and to wait on the bed as he left the room. I got dressed and sat back on the bed. Dr Alan came back, and with a smile, told me I was all clear. But he would like to have a follow up examination in a few weeks’ time. I made the appointment with the receptionist as I left with a biggest grin on my face.

First time to go This far

So its not unusual for my and my s****r to fool around and neither of us are virgins but this was the first time went this far. I can remember it clearly. Her long legs and slender body, she wasn't tan by any means but something about how she was glowing, all I could think: Wow. Her eyes shone bright in the moonlight through the window, she was staring right at me. "But...." I muttered, she had my head spinning ready to give in, "Your my s****r, we can't- its wrong." She completely ignored my words and bit her lip tugging me closer to her. Our bodies pressed lightly together I could feel she wasn't wearing a bra under that baggy t-shirt. We stood in the middle of her bedroom, it was well past 2am and our parents were asl**p one room over. I couldn't hold back, I ran my hand through her long dark hair. I wanted to remind her how wrong it was but all I got out was "Lilly-". Her lips pressed hard to mine, and it was all I could do not to take her. She was so small compared to me, and two years younger. A whole head shorter than me, she was on her toes. Our tongues explored each others mouths. She ran her hands down the front of my night shirt slowly, then rested them on the elastic of my boxer shorts. I could feel her fingers trembling on my lower abdomen giving my hard-on a little tease. "Lilly-" I practically growled, I picked her up her legs around my waist and went to her bed. I lay her on her back and ran my hands from her legs, up her flat stomach, to her chest. She was a B cup, and they were firm under my touch. She let out a light moan when I traced over her nipple. My body was pressed on top of hers on top of the covers. I loved how sensitive she was. She d**g her hands slowly over my dick and my precum had my boxers a little wet. "b*****r..." she said breathlessly, "Its so big." Man she had to say the kinkiest things! I pressed my hips into her hands, "Rub it harder" I said as I looked into her eyes. Her face turned red but she did as she was told and gripped my penis through my shorts rubbing up and down. I moaned into her mouth as we kissed. I used my other hand to rub her clit but I was careful to stay outside of her panties. She was already so wet, she broke our kiss and hissed "Yessss!". I used my other hand and covered her mouth, conscious of our parents the next room over. I had a raging boner and she was hot under my touch. She begged again, "Pleeease." She bit her lip, our little sign. She didn't wait for my answer, she sat up a little and pulled my boxers down. I returned the favor and slid her panties down her long legs and threw them to the floor. She sat up and pressed her warm lips to mine. "Let me do it." She said, pushing me over. I looked up at her ceiling as she slid her hot tongue over the tip of my penis. She licked from the bottom of my shaft to the head while caressing my balls. I held back loud moans but couldn't help but thrusting into her mouth. She gagged when I went to deep but kept sucking. She pulled it out and licked up the shaft again, sitting up. "I want it." She turned around and bent over, her pussy exposed in front of me. I sat up and positioned myself behind her, rubbing my hard dick over her entrance. She was so fun to tease, she covered her mouth to stay quiet while I pushed my penis inside of her wet hole. AMAZING!It was tight and warm, I thrusted slow with my hands gripping her hips. She bounced under me and tried to keep her moans quiet. I bent over her, ran my hands up to her chest pinched her nipples, and breathed into her ear, "Does it feel good s*s?" Her eyes were closed her hands bracing her on the bed, "Ye-yesss!" she hissed between thrusts. She twisted her body and pressed her lips to mine, exchanging saliva and hushing our moans. We were tow peices of a puzzle. I was nearing my limit so I pulled out and started rubbing furiously. She kneeled under my dick licking her lips in anticipation. I shot my load into her open mouth and some dribbled onto her chin, she sat up and I wiped the remainder of my cum on her tits. She opened her mouth and showed me how full it was before swallowing it up and licking her chin clean. She wiped her nipples off and licked the cum off her fingers looking me in the eyes. I sat down in front of her and watched her clean up my mess. She was so erotic and sexy. I don't even know how i ever got a s****r like her, luck i guess. Sooner or later I will post some of our other experiences. Like the first time we fooled around. :) As you can tell- I like writing about it.

A little cream with your Tea

My partner comes home from work and expects a few things. There are days where she's had a long day and she'll just text me in bold letters LONG DAY. If She texts me like that then when it's about 10 minutes before she's about to get home I make sure that there's an ice cold glass of chocolate milk out, along with her foot wash/massage with water that's just barely under what she can handle, and when she's part way through her dinner i draw her a bubble bath. If She texts LONG DAY I NEED DESSERT....well now that's a bit more simple....when i know she's about to come home i shower, get on all fours, and i wait....when She gets home what happens next depends on Her. Well just the other day She was coming home and didn't text me anything which to me means that her day went well and she's likely just not in the mood for anything like that and so i just start dinner. Anyways, dinner goes well after she comes home, we talk for a bit and then we get a knock on the door that she gets, typically i get the door, that's when the neighbor's husband comes in...This part is simple but OUT OF FREAKIN NOWHERE....he is in a robe and comes in, my partner exposes her breasts and he stands there and starts jacking off...i want it fresh, my partner says as She cups her breasts as if presenting them to him. i'm a bit in shock and i only get out, uhhhhhhhhhh what's...and she simply holds up her hand and just as he cums she holds up her tea that she's already drank a bit of and his cum empties into it. i watch as she simply seemed mesmerized by it as She reaches up and milks the rest out and even sucks and licks his cock a little bit before waving her hand for him to leave and he simply does with a soft nod of his head. i remember that his wifey was away on 'more research' with the local munch and was to meet with a locally respected Mistress to learn more...She'd seen her before and this was just another of their meetings. From how i understand it it involves that Mistress's submissives, Her, and a bit of talk when the night was nearly through. But honestly this threw me for a loop i honestly wish i had a picture of the look that must've been on my face. My shock must've shown because she sipped a tiny bit of Her tea, stirred, looked up and asked with an evil i already know the answer but lets see what you say smile upon Her face as She asked; what? i let all my submissive demeanor go and said simply, what the fuck was that? She said with a laugh, you get to fuck his wife just about whenever you want, him and i talked and thought it fair. i thought to myself that She had a damn good point and i really couldn't argue, as there were a lot of complaints that She could've put forward and didn't. Well You could've run this by me you know, i added with a smile and She laughed again saying Yeah but this was much more fun. As i've mentioned men are like playthings to Her and She's told me before how much fun like a cat with a half dead mouse they are to just plain fiddle with and She always notes at the end; and their cum is delicious. Well we both laughed and i said plainly that i'd find a way to get Her back....to which She raised and eyebrow and pointed down; will you now? i spent the rest of the evening on all fours with Her feet upon on my ass and lower back. SO WORTH THE COMMENT :D

Scary but exciting morning

At 7:40am, My loving wife decided this morning before she left for work that she would tease me a little bit. I was laying in bed and she came in and grabbed my butt and rubbed my cheeks. I thought that was very nice as I sighed in approval. She even gave me a few mild spankings too. Then, I feel her start rubbing my asshole, which actually felt very nice and stood me straight up almost instantly. She stopped for about a minute, which at this time, I thought she was done teasing and getting ready for work. Boy was I wrong. All of a sudden, I feel this overpowering f***e that I cannot describe. All I can say is that something didn't feel normal. Not knowing what exactly was going on, I asked her, "What was that?" She says, "What was what?" Way to play stupid and deny what she was doing. She clearly knows that she just rammed something the size of a bus up my ass. There's no way she can deny it. (background info) Turns out that she had desensitizing lube on her finger when she rubbed my hole. She also apparently had a lot of the same lube coating what she jammed in me. No wonder I could barely feel anything in the form of pain. I just felt a great deal of discomfort. She then proceeded to thrust the object slowly inwards and outwards. This was when I started to really feel uncomfortable. I wanted her to stop, but something else told me to let her have her fun and try to enjoy this. Since she would have to leave for work any minute, I just let her continue and held my breath. The thrusting became more intense as she really came onto it. Suddenly, she yanks the thing all the way out and then rams it all the way back in. Ouch! She thrusted some more and then yanked it back out again. She then aggressively shoved it in all the way and yanked it back out repeatedly for what felt like an eternity. Then, just as quickly as it all began, it stopped. I just laid there on the bed trying to recover from and understand what had just happened. My asshole was just throbbing from the whole experience. Then, just as it began before, I felt, yet again, something else but much worse. She rammed something shorter but much wider inside of me. I assume it must be some sort of a buttplug, as I haven't the nerve to haul it out. My luck, I wouldn't be able to get it back in before she comes home for lunch. She said I have to leave it in until she says I can take it out. Now, after about an hour and a half with something stuck up my butt, I can honestly say that you can [almost] get used to it. I can totally feel it up there, but I am actually able to move around and even sit with mild discomfort. I just hope I don't have to go to the bathroom. She also just texted me, "Relax and leave it in....... You think that hurts........ Wait till later this evening." Now I'm very concerned. But honestly, how does she expect me to relax with this thing in. Not to mention, the bewildering notion of something worse. [update] As it turns out, this is what was rammed and thrusted up my butt earlier today. It can be found here: http://tinyurl.com/manhandler

Rachel and her friends Pt. 2

Rachel took Casandra's hand who in turn took Angela's and the three naked quite tipsy girls moved to the bedroom. Even though they had often chilled out on the king sized bed, tonight was going to be totally different. Rachel flopped down in the middle of the bed and her two friends took places at each side of her. Cassandra said, " Well girlfriend we're your guests so I think we should make you cum frist" Rachel replied,"Cant argue with that, I'm all yours". She spread her arms and legs waiting to be pleasured. Angela and Cassandra rolled on their sides and each took a nipple between their lips and sucked gently on it. Then in unison two hands moved between Rachel's legs, fingers playing in her soft wet bush. Rachel closed her eyes and let the wonderful feeling of pleasure wash over her. She could feel her horny clit swell and pop out as a finger massaged it. Another finger slipped into her hot wet pussy, hooked up behind her clit and found her pleasure spot. Rachel purred and moaned softly, cooing "Oh yes that feels so good, don't stop, please don't stop". Her two friends worked on her swollen breasts and wet yeilding pussy till she she arched up her hips rasing off the bed as her body went tense from the uncoming orgasm. She was panting hard her breath rasping in her throat, as the frist wave of her orgasm hit hard and strong. She could feel her nipples been biten and and a deep grunty "Oh fuck,,,,yes", escaped from her mouth. When the second wave hit, she could only roll her head from side to side, moaning as if begging for more. She had never came this hard before, her whole body was tingling waves of pleasure were shooting from her pussy into her brain. She was lost in an erotic heaven, and one thought kept going around in her head. This is my frist real orgasm. Her hair soaked in sweat her body glistening with a glow of compleat plesure. Cassandra and Angela egged on by the way Rachel was cumming worked harder on her pussy and breasts. Angela had three fingers in her swollen pussy, while Cassandra masturbated her now oversized clit, it stood out like a little cock and when she squeezed it between two fingers Rachel screamed in total pleasure and for frist time in her life, she squirted. Cassandra and Angela looked at eachother and said" Fuck". Rachel was totally gone, mumbling and babbling gibberish. Cassandra and Angela sat up and watched as Rachel writhered around on the bed coming down from her orgasm. Cassandra said, "I really want one of those". Rachel lay there panting her fingers moved to her her pussy and she stroked her hard clit cooing, " Oh yes, that was the best ever, thank you". " You're welcome", came the answer. After a few minutes Rachel sat up and beamed a big smile at her two friends, saying," Who's next, but frist I need a rest". She got off the bed and moved on wobbly legs and dropped down into the armchair she kept in her bedroom. She looked over at her two naked friends and said "While I'm going thru that most wonderful orgasm in my mind, I'd like to watch you two get it on". Cassandra and Angela smile at her and they moved together to put on a sexy show for her. As they started to kiss and caress eachother Rachel's hand slipped between her legs, she parted them and began to massage her clit and pussy lips while she watched Cassandra and Angel begin to explore eachother's highly aroused bodies.....