muffindoodle

After an early evening of teasing and touching, we took the time last night to light some candles, and spin-up Linda Ronstadt's rendition of some old standards. Slutmuffin dissembled to the couch, and displayed her admirable attributes. (Don't believe me? Check the website...) I began stroking and licking her now-throbbing clit, oh so gently. As I was performing my duties, like every good dirty whore should, we were discussing what it would be like to invite another woman to join us. This has become quite a topic since the subject was first broached a couple weeks ago. Slutmuffin immediately rewarded me with a gush, and I found myself hard as steel. After a good licking, and sliding nearly my whole hand into her, I slid my cock into her. We kept talking about what we would do to each other with our friend - My personal favorite would be to fuck Slutmuffin while she went down on our guest. I can't wait for her to bury her face in a nice, juicy muff, and feel her pelvis grind into her face, feel the smooth, tender button of a clit on her tongue, the pulsating swelling of orgasm, gush of juices in her mouth ...

Our excursions into anal sex have made me intensely curious to feel what it's like to have a real cock in my ass, being fucked until I have a hot load of come spewed into me. Curiosity is definitely winning over my inhibitions. (Which seem to be dissolving at an alarming rate.) There's nothing I can describe like the feeling of having Slutmuffin's toes in my ass, wriggling around, stretching me out more than I ever thought possible. Deeper next time, I think ...

Last night Muffinman gave me the most amazing orgasm that I've ever experienced in my life.

That's not hyperbole. I came for what seemed like 15 minutes. I have never felt anything like that before.

At the time, he had my ass boosted up on a pillow on the couch. My legs were spread VERY wide. Muffinman's fingers were in my pussy and his tongue was on my clit and a dildo was all the way up my ass, and I don't know precisely what he was doing, but I came and came and came and moaned and bucked and begged him not to stop.

And he didn't.

I was so wet by the time my orgasm finally subsided that the pillow beneath me was soggy, and Muffinman's face was drenched.

This all transpired AFTER Muffinman had fucked me thoroughly with the big blue dildo and licked me practically raw. And after I fucked him up the ass with the big blue dildo and made him come twice.

Later, with his asshole nice and stretched out, I gave him another foot-fucking. He certainly seems to enjoy that little activity. I think we'll have to move into a little fisting experimentation soon.

We're talking about inviting someone of the female persuasion to join us in our little experiments. As I've mentioned before, I'm becoming quite fond of the idea of licking another woman's cunt and playing with her clit and ramming my fingers inside her pussy while Muffinman watches. He recommends all those activities highly, and he's never steered me wrong.

Now if I can just convince him to let a willing man fuck him up the ass while I watch. That idea has a certain appeal for me too.

I can't wait for Muffinman to tell you about the meeting of my toes and his ass. Suffice it to say that I had my entire foot in his ass, and I wiggled my toes to his great satisfaction. He came twice. :-)

My swollen, wet cunt is now displayed on the Web for anyone to see. I love the thought of people looking at it and getting hot. It makes ME hot. If you like it, let me know, and tell me what you did when you saw it. :-) Muffinman is working on putting up more pictures, including some lovely shots of his fingers in my cunt and the aforementioned nightstick up his ass.

Last night was amazing. At one point I had the nightstick shoved FAR up Muffinman's ass, and I slid the other end into my pussy. We rocked back and forth, simultaneously fucking each other with it. Our next purchase: a double dildo (although I have to say that it felt great being fucked with the nightstick -- one end has ridges in it that drove me insane. Muffinman had me on my knees, fucking me from behind with it and urging me on).

Muffinman also ate my pussy with his customary enthusiasm. The feeling of his tongue dancing on my clit, and his fingers rammed into my cunt, is indescribable. I could happily lie there and let him do it for hours. Hmmm ...

The storm broke again tonight. Not like the last, more slowly. Building more slowly; almost teasingly. We knew it was there, but today we controlled ourselves. The "routine" chores were taken care of, the mail was opened ... When the rush came, it began like a tropical storm - hot huffs, dead calm, another gust. Sllutmuffin stripped-off her shorts and assumed her now customary position on the couch, legs akimbo, waiting for my tongue. Tonight. we decided we would take pictures. And take them we did. After licking the her clean of the days' accumulation of pussy juice, (I love it when I get to clean her out before she takes a bath.) still on my knees, I slid my cock into her. Cunt now swollen, juices running down her ass, I began taking pictures. Cunt spread wide; Slutmuffin stroking her clit, finger in her own cunt, my fingers in her cunt, and an amazing picture of a hickory nightstick we happen to have, buried in her cunt. After taking pictures, she demanded I fuck her with the nightstick. Ramming the rock-hard club into her pussy, stroking her quivering clit, she came. She wanted my cock. I moved into her swollen, stretched pussy. She was loose and wet from taking the nightstick. I was so deep inside her ... I wish I could climb inside and never come out. She started to pinch my nipples. I told her to do it harder. And harder. And harder! What a delicious pain! I've never felt anything like that, the pain increased my desire, and the feeling in my cock! It was amazing! The pain seemed to translate into my cock, and I pounded her with more ferocity than I thought possible. After a thorough fucking, Slutmuffin decided it was time to sit on my face. She ground her dripping pussy into my face, sliding her clit over my glistening face.

The nightstick was to play another prominent role this evening, but I need to go to bed. I smell llike Slutmuffin. (More specifically, her pussy.) I never want to shower again. Oh, and Slutmuffin's toes. Oh the toes...

Slutmuffin's last posts have me in a state of utter lust ... I can't wait to take and post pictures of her dripping, swollen pussy, with and without benefit of my tongue, and other various body parts. All we have to do is figure out where to post them!

I've never been particularly (well, no more than any other man...) turned-on by seeing women with each other, but the thought of Slutmuffin going down on another woman has me exceedingly hot and bothered, as does her talking about it in a public forum! Images of her tongue and fingers darting about, fingers glistening with lovely pussy juice, seeing her squirm with pleasure as Slutmuffin brings her to climax... Seeing another woman doing the same to her. Watching all that, I don't think I could hold my load. I'm not sure I can hold it just thinking about it.

BTW, if you'd like to chat with us, try muffindoodle59 on Yahoo. We'll also have a picture of us posted there tonight ...

Oh, and ...

I really, REALLY like the idea of pictures of my pussy being displayed on the Internet. Up-close and personal pictures. Preferably while it's wet and swollen, and my clit is red and quivering.

Just FYI. :-)

I've decided that I like looking at pictures of women playing with other women's pussies.

I've never had a lesbian experience, and I've never really hankered for one, but the idea of licking another woman's clit and fingering her cunt has more appeal than it used to. Guess I'm just a degenerate.

And the idea of another woman licking and playing with and fingering MY pussy isn't unappealing, either. :-)

All with the caveat, of course, that Muffinman is there to watch, and then fuck the hell out of me.

By Saturday night, we were both utterly exhausted, but unwilling to quit ... Slutmuffin once again lived-up to her name by donning a marvelous little teddy, which quite nicely enhanced her lovely 44Ds. It also barely covers her now-swollen pussy. Before making love, she demanded I watch her come with her fingers and the big blue dildo, while insisting I stroke my rapidly hardening cock. She came quickly, with a muffled moan of pleasure, and demanded my cock. I obliged once again; noting how big blue had stretched and swelled her. It wasn't long before we had to stop, however; her pussy was absolutely on-fire from the week's use. I carefully withdrew, and rolled over. Not being satisfied, I reached my own climax, spewing across my chest. Completely spent.

Slutmuffin asked me last week if the thought of her face buried in a woman's pussy got me hot. Up to then, we'd never discussed anything like that: I can't get the image out of my mind. It's not a bad thing. Not a bad thing at all.

Beginning as a huge, insatiable entity with a life all it's own, the storm has subsided - Slowly winding down, leaving us spent and dazed. I can see the next one, in the distance, just over the horizon. Building, relentless, exciting.

Oh, I forgot to mention that I gave Muffinman several SUBSTANTIAL hickeys Friday night while he was ramming his cock inside my cunt. He looks like he's been sucked on by an industrial-strength Hoover.

He didn't seem to mind. :-)

I'm considering keeping Muffinman locked in the bedroom, periodically bringing him expensive wine and steak and anything else that makes him happy. He is THE BEST FUCK in the universe (not to mention the most wonderful man who ever lived, but that goes without saying, right?).

We spent the weekend, as he just posted, in a sex-drenched haze. I spent the weekend swollen and wet; my pussy is only now starting to return to normal. His cock, usually more resilient than my pussy, was actually sore for a bit, but it appears to have rebounded nicely.

By our calculations, we spent most of eight hours Friday night furiously licking, sucking, fucking, moaning and rubbing. He licked me and finger-fucked me and just plain nailed me until I couldn't see straight; I sucked his cock and fucked him in the ass with the big blue dildo.

By Sunday night, we were incapacitated. We flopped on the couch and watched the Tony Awards and then fell into bed in utter exhaustion. I fell asleep while Muffinman stroked my back and read beside me.

The man is amazing. As soon as I recover, I plan to show him my appreciation.

Saturday morning, we awoke in a kind of laconic haze - Sex hangover? Lying in bed with the luxurious feeling only a Saturday morning can bring. More specifically. a Saturday morning where we had nowhere to be, no commitments, no early callers. We were stroking each other gently, each of us lost in our own thoughts. In a barely audible voice, Slutmuffin uttered "Wanna fuck?" The past weeks activities have made Slutmuffin's pussy unusually wet; I rolled over, sliding into her easily. I didn't think I had anything left to give, but I came with a shudder, keeping her on the edge of her own continuous orgasm. We sprawled on the bed, completely exhausted. We spent the rest of the day in a constant state of slow motion. Well, until Saturday night, anyway.