Another Night at the Club
Our second night at the Club. Feeling more confident, Lilah, Alison and I arrived a bit later and casually danced while scouting out the crowd. It was the “upscale” night, and the crowd was much younger and hotter. Plus, no single men allowed. Soon into the night we lingered by the door of the pit. Last time we had done our business in the more private back rooms, but as it was getting late, we thought it might be best for the three of us to just go into the pit and start playing, and see who joined us. Already, five or six other couples had the same idea, and were rolling around on the cushioned floor. Lilah needed to go to the bathroom, so Alison and I headed into an unoccupied corner by ourselves.
We were sober, and although I think Alison was a little hesitant, I was enjoying the public nature of what were were doing. The pit was surrounded by a wall, but it was only about four feet high, and so it was easy enough for anyone on the dancer floor to peek in, and couples would often stand along the outside and watch the action. I sat down on a bench, and told her to go down on me. Soon, I was completely undressed, while Alison, still dressed was kneeling between my legs. Lilah appeared, and she had another couple with her. I had seen them earlier on the dance floor. The woman was quite hot, a small lithe women wearing a long flowy sundress. The guy was good looking, although I knew he was on the short side for Alison. He had also been a terrible dancer on the floor, but hopefully he had other talents.
Lilah came over and introduced them. They were British, it turned out, and seemed quite nice and laidback. The woman seemed shy, and for a moment it felt like she was not into the whole scene. Lilah was coming on strong to her husband though, and so she somewhat awkwardly stood next to me. Alison barely stopped sucking my cock to say hi. She did pause for a breath of air, though, and held out my cock invitingly. The British lady looked down, and seeming to forget that she was shy, knelt down next to my wife and took me into her mouth.
I guess I have been extremely lucky when it comes to blowjobs. I’ve never really had a bad one, and Alison is particularly skilled at them. This women was not the most skilled giver in the world. She had a tiny little mouth, and her teeth scraped up and down as she went down on me. I grimaced slightly, and Alison smirked at me over the women’s head. Without being too impolite, I maneuvered the woman onto the ground next to the bench, and began to do my thing. Lilah and the brithish man were meanwhile undressed, and Alison went over to join them.
I feel bad for insulting her blowjob skills, because in every other regard she was an excellent fuck. She had a little diamond piercing in her taut bellybutton, and her pussy was waxed smooth except for a little strip. She still had on her sundress, so I rolled it up and over her cute little breasts. I was just beginning to work my way down her body when she quite firmly told me to fuck her. So I put on a condom that her husband handed to me, and did just that. Her reserve melted away, and she began moaning as I pressed into her. With every thrust she cried out “oh!” in a funny, dry northern accent.
Well, we went on like that, the five of us fucking in every conceivable configuration. At one point I left the British lady to go over to fuck Alison up against the wall, in the middle of the room. The british woman was meanwhile on all fours leaning over Lilah’s body while her husband fucked Lilah. I was engaged with Alison, but hiked her sundress up and called over her shoulder, “George, please come fuck me!” I couldn’t say no to that, even if it left my wife temporarily unoccupied. This was fine with her; she sar up against the wall and began fingering herself while telling me to fuck the nice british lady harder.
But not for long. Another couple wandered over and began to talk to Alison. I was busy and not really paying attention, but soon looked over and saw my wife flat out on her back, a man thrusting between her legs while his tall blonde wife dangled her breasts over Alison’s mouth.
Too many more details to write out. The club was closing, and the music had long stopped while the staff was cleaning the dance floor. THe pit was still going strong, however, and I wondered idly how they would kick out a bunch of naked people fucking away. Finally we started to slowly get dressed. The british lady seemed unaware, however, and every time I went elsewhere to find a sock, she would call out for me: “George! George, where are you? Please come back and fuck me!”
Good times.
The Club
It was inevitable, I suppose, that we would find the Club. We were introduced to it thanks to our friend Lilah, whom I’d begun fucking on an occasional basis, and who was more plugged into this scene than we were. We picked her up in our station wagon, and she directed us down the freeway, past an industrial wasteland of refineries and brownfields, and into a little cluster of strip clubs and sex shop huddled by a gas station in the middle of nowhere. There was no sign, just an open gate leading into a secluded parking lot. A man in a pickup check was stationed by the entrance, but he just nodded as we drove in.
We followed Lilah through an unmarked door on the side of the warehouse-like building, clutching our BYOB bottle of cheap wine. It was billed as an informal night, with no reservations or membership in the club needed. We signed up anyways, and dutitfully received our official membership card. It reminded me slightly of a library card, if library cards came in leopard print.
The club was a big cavernous space. There were hot tubs, a big dance floor, a section of sit down tables for the all-you-can-eat buffet being served. Right as you walked in you went by a few private rooms with open windows, but nobody was in them yet. In a dark corner of the room was an area Lilah ominously described as “the Pit,” which was covered in cushions, stacks of towels, and was dominated by a big hanging swing. Nobody there yet either.
Fast forward to the action: the club was only sparsely populated that night, and because it was an informal night there were a number of single men roaming around trying to chat up women. Not the best environment for us, and by the end of the night we were getting a little bored. Finally, a tall black man strolled over and introduced himself to the three of us. He was easily the best looking guy there, especially for my wife, who refuses to fuck someone shorter than her. Lilah pulled me away so that the two could talk, and we danced together while I watched the man chat up my wife.
Finally, it was time to make something happen. Lilah, ever the enabler, told us all to follow her to the back of the club. There appeared an entranceway to another section. It was so dark there you could hardly see anything, but you could hear faint ripples of skin and the occasional moan, and make out a series of cubicles. THe other man and I–we never learned his name–headed for one of the cubicles and sat down on a bench with our backs to the wall. It was a small, cozy space, but it opened up into the room, and a crowd of perhaps six or seven man gather to watch us. Alison immediately straddled her new date, and they began to kiss while she writhed around on his lap. Lilah did the same with me. Occasionally the two women would lean over and kiss each other. Both were dressed, but Alison was wearing a dress that quickly rode up around her waist so that she could grind her pussy on his crotch. She soon fished his impressive sized cock out of his pants, and began to jerk him off, pressing the head against her pussy as she did so.
Meanwhile, Lilah quickly lost her shirt. The slight tragedy was that it was that time of the month for her, and so her trousers would not be coming off. But she was not without options, and soon unbuckled my jeans, slid them down around my ankles, and took my cock into her mouth. The spectators were all moving in for a closer look, and the more adventurous would sometimes reach out and cop a feel, cupping Lilah’s breast while she moved up and down, or squeezing Alison’s ass as she grinded into her man’s crotch.
Speaking of which, it was clear he wanted to fuck her. Nobody had a condom, however, and so he asked one of the voyeurs to go get us one from the bar. As soon as it arrived, he stood up and had Alison bend over the bench, with her dress flipped up over her ass and her breasts spilling out the top. While he was putting the condom on, I reached over and fingered her wet pussy, all the while Lilah slurping away. The condom finally on, the man grabbed Alison’s ass and thrust into her hard. She moaned, and between thrusts breathily asked him to fuck her harder. Occasionally, we would kiss, while Lilah sucked my cock and the anonymous man fucked her from behind.
The man came on the quick side, and disappeared back into the darkness. Alison sat down next to me, her dress still hiked up, and began to rub her clit while kissing me. Another man appeared beside her, his obscenely erect penis already in a condom and ready to go. He was hot too, a big thick black man taller than I, and his cock had the girth of a baseball bat, but Alison was satisfied for the night, and politely declined. Instead, she sat next to me murmuring in my ear while Lilah increased her pace on my cock. Soon, with my wife leaning over and nibbling on my nipples, I came in Lilah’s mouth. She’s a swallowing kind of girl, needless to say.
The Story of the Professor
Throughout my years at graduate school I, like any other sexual graduate student, often found myself fantasizing about sexual encounters with professors. The professors in my field are often male and frequently unmarried. During my final year, I quickly became aware that my fantasies were not far from reality and I reveled in finding opportunities to satisfy my rather intense sexual appetite.
One warm summer night, a few months away from graduation, there was a celebratory gathering at the campus bar. My friends and I were some of the only students present. There was an intangible excitement growing as the sky grew darker and the number of Coronas consumed increased. I always enjoy flirtatious conversation and there was no shortage that night. Although there was a degree of familiarity to these conversations, things did not grow interesting until I was approached by a professor who was new to the university, and therefore unaware of any unwritten code discouraging relations between staff and students.
I was joined by one of my best friends, Carol, who throughout the year had been partners in crime with me in this regard, although there were some key differences. She also had a large sexual appetite but was not as open about it, and also a bit more nervous to entertain said appetite. But despite hesitation when sober, Carol rarely was able to disguise this appetite when drunk.
By about halfway through the night the professor, Carol and I were inseparable. Discrete touching of hips and intense eye contact, with physical rubbing when we moved to make room for someone to pass in the crowded pub. I started to get pretty wet at this point. Although Carol and I were far from innocent in pursuing him, we were honestly a bit surprised–but none the less incredible turned on–by the degree to which he was pursuing us. The subtle touching and flirtatious conversation continued although got progressively less discrete as the bar closed and we walked to a friend’s house for the after party.
To be continued…
Our First Threesome, Pt. 3
I’ve had a lot of trouble sitting down to write the denouement of our first threesome. The problem is a literary one: it’s hard to mix the descriptive and the erotic. Because to be honest, if I was to just sit down and describe everything the three of us did in bed together, it would start to sound a little bit like a list. Blowjob, missionary, from behind, oral while taking it from behind, anal, more from behind, more oral, double penetration, yadda yadda yadda. A mere list of sex acts isn’t very hot. And yet, to make it hot would require some literary finesse. What do we include, what do we leave out? It’s already taken two entries to get up to the actual sex, I feel like I could write five more on the next two hours! I don’t have the energy, or the skill.
And since this happened awhile ago, my memory blurs. So, I think it is most honest, and hopefully still somewhat hot, to simply describe a few images that remain more or less indelible. These are roughly in order, but with large gaps between.
1. Chris was the second man to ever penetrate Alison, after me. It was almost anticlimatic, at first, as I held her head in my lap and he slid into her. Then, she turned over and got on all fours, and he started to fuck her hard from behind. Really hard. Boring sex writing and Craig’s List ads always refer to “pounding” someone, but in in this case, if you forget those connotations and consider anew what it means to pound into someone, you might get the idea. Each thrust seemed to smash into her ass, reverberating through her whole body. Does it look like this when I fuck her, I wondered?
2. As you can tell, Chris had a bit of a dom side. He told Alison, while he fucked her from behind, to take my cock into her mouth. She did, and he forced her further onto me.
3. Chris knelt on the bed, and Alison laid on her back with mouth upwards, reaching her tongue out to his balls. I crawled over her, and took his cock into my mouth. It had been awhile since I had a man in my mouth, and I had forgotten how foreign it feels. You get so accustumed to your own penis, how it feels in your hand. The new one felt fragile, and at first I simply licked up and down the shaft. Growing more confident, I sucked his cock in as far as I could, closing my lips around the shaft as tightly as I could manage. I felt his hand on the back of my head pushing me down further.
4. Chris was going to come soon, so Alison stepped off him, took his cock into her mouth, and swallowed him as he came.
5. Alison and Chris both knelt in front of me again, and took turns.
6. Only once did I take control. I got Chris to lie down on the bed, and told Alison to get on top of him. She did, letting her breasts dangle tremuously over his face. I knelt behind her, and grasped his cock, positioning it against her, and she sunk down on him.
We’d been warming up her asshole for awhile, so I was able to kneel behind her, lube myself up, and push my cock into her ass. Double penetration had been one of the things we’d wanted to try, and here we were.
Verdict? Two thumbs way up. Chris mostly laid there enjoying the view and the rocking, while I fucked Alison’s ass for all it was worth–I wish there was a more gentile way to say it. She was making noises I had never heard before, pressing herself against Chris’s body while wracked by orgasms. Not to brag or anything.
6. Finally, Chris knelt above both of us, stroking himself. I think he was expecting Alison to swallow him again, but she stroked his thigh and told him to come on her breasts. I laid beside her, looking up as Chris hastened to comply. With a groan, he spurted on her breasts while she squeezed them together.
That’s all! This took place over about two hours, as I recall, including at the end where we all dozed off entangled on the bed. Afterwards, we got dressed, and drove back home before the roommate came home.
Next up: Alison has been working on the story of another threesome she had. To my great regret I wasn’t there, as it was in grad school, and it involved a professor and her best (female) friend. It’s hot, I promise!
A Moving Story
This story took place a few years ago, when Alison and I were driving across the country. We were moving, from one coast to another, and being poor graduate students at the time, we were driving ourselves across in a Uhaul truck. We found ourselves one evening driving through New Mexico. We should have stopped earlier, but we had gotten off to a late start that morning, and were trying desperately to make it to Texas that night. So it was late, and dark.
I occasionally find myself overcome by fits of horniness on long car trips. I’m not sure where it comes from–you’re in a car with someone all day long, and you are stressed, full of tension, stiff, and generally grumpy. And out of nowhere, I want to ravish them. I look over at Alison in the seat next to me, and I just want to own her body, right that moment. Maybe that’s the turnon–I really want to have her, or even just touch her, and yet we are separated by the gulf of the gear shift, strapped into our respective seats and wary of the prying eyes of truck drivers. Hmm. Bondage, exhibitionism, restrained lust…maybe this does make sense!
A fit such as this overcame us on the eastern edge of New Mexico, somewhere past Tucumcarie. The Uhaul only made things worse. It was a big truck, and there was literally a three-foot gap between us. I could touch her if I stretched my arm out, but only barely. But touch we did.
Then, I heard the click of a seatbelt releasing, and looked over to see Alison releasing herself from her bonds. She had a look in her eyes, and with a smile she kneeled down in the gap between the seats. Suddenly, the gap was useful.
As I kept both hands on the wheel, she slowly unzipped my jeans and drew my cock out of my boxer briefs. As I looked out at the beautiful New Mexico horizon, spotted with sagebrush and purple clouds, I felt her tongue slowly move down the shaft of my penis.
I felt intriguingly trapped. Alison has told me before the story of the first time her teenage boyfriend fingered her. He was driving her to the beach, and he just reached over into the passenger seat and plunged his hands between her legs, and up her skirt. Given that he was older, and a bit of an brute, I thought that this sounded unpleasant, but she said it was incredibly sexy to be trapped in the seat, with her boyfriends fingers exploring her pussy for the first time. (Side note: is it perverted to be attracted to the sixteen year old version of your partner? I mean, she was underage…then. But so was I, at the time, but now I’m older, and so is she, so…epistemological breakdown!)
So now I particularly understood. Trucks were driving by, and in my imagination the drivers were all staring down at her bobbing head, and in my shyness I wanted to pull away and cover myself. But I was trapped by the seatbelt, and by the road. And so I had no choice but to let Alison take over.
And so, I came in her mouth, and she swallowed, wiped her face off, and settled back into her own seat, buckling herself in.
My turn to wait until she was driving.
Don’t worry, the final installment of Our First Threesome is coming soon! As is Alison’s story of a threesome she had in graduate school with her best friend and a member of the faculty. Yes, you read that right!
Our First Threesome, Pt. 2
Chris lived in an apartment in a posh suburb. The place was painstakingly decorated with very luxurious trappings. As he put it, after a year in Iraq, he had no patience with living simply! He poured us wine, and we chatted uncomfortably while we waited for his roommate to leave.
Then, we were alone. We retired to his sofa, which was positioned adjacent to a large window. Looking out, it occurred to me that it was quite easy to see in. Mental note. Alison sat between us, and we each took another nervous sip of wine. It was clearly time to start something.
Chris, the expert, began us. He began us with a horrible, hacknyed line that made me laugh inside, but I don’t blame him–how exactly does one start a pre-arranged, sober threesome? Taking a sip of wine, he told us that “one of the best things about a nice merlot is how it tastes on someone else’s lips.” I smirked, but Alison gamely replied, “well, I guess I should see if you’re right!” He cupped her head in his hand, and leaned in for a kiss.
And we were off! I put my arm around her shoulders, and watched as they kissed each other, inches from my own face. Chris put his hand on Alison’s knee, and I did the same. She broke off kissing him, and swiveled around to kiss me. Chris watched us as intently as I had watched them, and out of the corner of my eye I watched his hand drifting up, her black dress creeping further up against her pale thighs. Alison leaned back a little bit into the couch and spread her legs apart more. Soon his hand disappeared under her her skirt, and she moaned into my lips.
Alison turned back to Chris and they kissed again, while I took my turn with her legs, stroking them and letting my fingers glide upwards, trailling my fingertips across her panties. I could practically feel her crotch throbbing. Meanwhile, Alison was getting busy rubbing her hands up and down Chris’s chest, and soon began working on his belt, and then the zipper to his trousers. Chris was working her tanktop off of her, and she responded by wiggling herself out of her skirt. We two guys were still completely dressed, but Alison, between us, was down to black bra, black panties, and black high heels.
It was at this point that I felt extremely out-of-body. Not in a bad sense. But I was having a little trouble being lost in the moment. All I could think was, my god, my girlfriend is about to reach in and take a hold of a strange man’s cock, right in front of me! Then I made the mistake of looking out the window at the street. Nobody was there, but I realized that everything we were doing in the brightly lit living was on display. Was that hot? I wasn’t sure yet. Maybe.
I felt movement next to me, and looked over to see Alison sliding down on to the floor, on her knees. Chris’s cock was out, and it was indeed very beautiful. More slender than mine, with a pronounced upturn at the end. As she slid down on to her knees, her hand was grasping his cock. Positioned, she flipped her long hair our of her face, looked intently at me, and went down. Chris groaned.
I slid over next to him on the couch, and Alison reached out with her hand to fumble with my pants. I unzipped and took my own cock out, and with her right hand, she began to stroke me up and down while sucking on him. Then she switched, licking me while rubbing him with her left hand. It was now that the out-of-body feeling subsided in favor of a very pleasureable, “my god, I am totally in a porn movie sensation.” Two guys sitting there with their cocks out, a beautiful women in her underwear working on them both, one by one.
Chris stood up, and I did too. Standing next to each other, our cocks were now almost touching. Alison, still on her knees, ran her tongue over both of us, pushing them together. She grasped the two as if their one, and tried for a moment to squeeze them both into her mouth. Unsuccessfully, but soooooo hot. Then, in a slightly suprising moment, Christ also got down on his knees, and suddenly took me into his mouth. I stared down at their two heads pressed together, as they playfully fought to get my cock into their mouthes. How did I get to be this lucky?
At this point our visibility in front of the window became acutely obvious, and Chris suggested we move upstairs. Alison went first, still only in her underwear, and Chris followed her, playfully swatting her lovely ass as she pranced up the stairs in her high heels. He lead us into his bedroom, which was mostly taken up by a large beautiful wooden bed, candles flickering on every surface.
Stayed tune for Part 3: Actual sex begins!
Our First Threesome, Pt. 1
First of all, apologies that these entries are running heavily tilted towards being written by me (George). The point of this blog is for us to be reminiscing together about past experiences, and hopefully to explore our two different (but highly compatible!) approaches to sex and sexuality in th econtext of a committed, lifelong, open relationship. But Alison is crazy busy right now, and I’ve got a lot of free time at the moment. What can you do.
Anyways, I think it would be nice to relate the story of our very first threesome. There is obviously so much background to our relationship that is crucial to these stories, and would in many ways heighten the eroticism. Hopefully over time, these details will fill themselves in. One thing you should know about the following story is that it was our very first time sleeping with an extra person. It was also Alison’s first time having penetrative sex with a man other than me. And finally, it was the first time I was with another man in a very long time!
We’d started with an ad on Craig’s List: I don’t remember the actual text, but it was something along the lines of “couple looking to explore, open to just about anything.” Our newly-inaugurated anonymous hotmail account was flooded with responses from men, some of whom we corresponded with a bit. One older gentleman offered to pay us $150 to sleep with him, which, to be honest, was tempting both for the money and the illicitness! But one email stuck out at us. It was from a guy about our age, who had just returned home from Iraq. To prove it, he’d sent us a picture of himself in uniform, holding a large gun. This is exactly what were looking for, frankly. Half the fun of meeting strangers for sex is the chance to meet people you’d never meet otherwise in your day to day life. We’re both latte-sipping members of the coastal elite, and neither of really knew any members of the military, let alone someone who had been in Iraq.
Plus, he was hot. His face was not his strong point, rough and cragged with protuding teeth. But in addition to the picture with the gun was another he’d taken himself with his arm stretched out. His body was smooth and clean-shaven, his muscles glistening in the flash. His cock lolled insolently out of a patch of red pubic hair. Clever move, that. Every time a guy sends you a picture of his penis, it’s always erect. Sometimes, when a cock is large, and perfect, and beautiful, that can work. But an erect penis shows every imperfection. You can see if it bends weirdly, or has a kink. Misshaven hairs are pushed into relief. Penises of the smaller variety show their inusfficiency. Any irregularity is pushed into utmost clarity by the rush of blood.
Not that you want a fully limp dick either. Nobody likes a limp dick. So our military friend sent us the perfect picture: stiffened, thick, but not fully erect. His cock was engorged with the promise of sex, but also implying there was more work to be done.
We wrote back, and then talked on the phone. Alison did the talking–I’m rather shy–and he seemed to be pleasantly surprised that she was in charge. We agreed to meet a hip wine bar nearby, promising that there would be no sex, just talking about what we would like to do.
I tell you, we were nervous. It seems silly now, but I managed to convince myself that our man was actually kids playing a joke. I was sure that we would show up at the bar and there would be some sort of Punk’d camera crew waiting to embarrass us.
Luckily, this was not the case. Our man–he’s clearly going to need a name, so let’s call him…Chris–turned out to be quite nice. Nervous himself, and with a goofy face. But he also had broad shoulders, and when he looked at Alison he would occasionally lick his lips unconsciously. He asked us what we wanted to do, and we hemmed and hawed. The focus, we explained, was to be on Alison. We wanted this initial experience to be about her, for the most part. Beyond that, we were open to just about anything. No anal for her, though, unless it was coming from me–we’d only recently started having anal sex, and her poor little asshole was nervous at the though of anybody else messing with it. And although both Chris and I were bi, this was a somewhat complicated issue for me at the time, and it wasn’t the right moment for me to be exploring that. Which was fine by him, I think–he’s in the military, and I could tell that his sexuality was…complicated. So, emphasis on pleasing Alison, whatever else happens is just bonus.
All bases covered, we set a date for the following week. We’d meet at his apartment. We’d bring a bottle of wine. And then, we’d all fuck.
Tune in later for Part 2!
Country Sex
Alison’s post reminds me of other good times she and I have had in cars. Come to think of it, I think we’ve only had sex in a car once. We’ve certainly fooled around in cars–I have lost count of the number of blowjobs she has given me while I drive her home from the airport after a long trip, don’t tell the highway patrol!–I’m having trouble remembering another time actual intercourse was involved. Hmm. We should do more of that!
Anyways, this story is not going to be incredibly hot, but it is rather sweet to reminisce about it. It was when we were still in college. It was at the end of the school year, and in preparation for moving out of my dorm room, I had folded down the back seats of my little hatchback, leaving a nice big empty space in my car. We’d been dating about a year at this point, and on that night we were talking about places where it would be fun to have sex. Near us was a large rural area where there were farms, orchards, state parks, and the like. I remembered one particular road that crested a small ridge, with a lovely view of the countryside. I was pretty sure it would be completely empty late at night, so we trundled off in my car to fool around.
It sounds romantic to fuck in such a location, but to be honest, it was a little perfunctory! I think I had an image in my mind of frolicking together in a meadow, but it was cold, so we just clambered onto the folded down back seats. Alison hiked her dress up, I scootched my pants down, one condom later, we were up and going. The windows quickly fogged up (how teenaged were we!) The bottom of the car was scratchy on my knees, and I imagine even more scratchy to Alison’s poor ass. I can’t say it was the most erotic situation we’ve ever been in. Luckily, I was young, so I had no trouble coming quickly. We hitched ourselves back together, clambered back up, and drove quickly back to campus.
A Stranger, a Car
We stopped the car.
We’d just met an hour before. I’d posted an ad on Craig’s list: my boyfriend is out of town, and I need to someone to give me a good, hard fuck. No strings attached, as they say. Dozens of men had responded, and I had a good time exchanging dirty emails and pictures with them. There was the teacher at an exclusive private high school. The businessman in town for the weekend. The lonely low-level administrator at a giant corporation. And then there was this man, who’d sent me pictures of himself lolling on a beach in Europe, and also fucking a bony little woman with a shaved pussy. I wondered who she was, but if he was up for some fun, so was I.
We had a beer or two, and made out some while leaning against my car. It was cold though, and like a wimp he asked if we could get in the car and go somewhere. Neither of us wanted to go to our apartments–I have roommates, god knows what he has at home–so I drove us to a dark parking lot. I crawled over into the passenger seat, fully clothed, and started to rub myself up and down on the erect cock hidden beneath his trousers. I was wearing a skirt, so it was just my panty-covered pussy gripping his crotch. It drove him crazy.
I took off my tank-top, leaving my bra on for the moment. Sliding down into the well of the passenger seat, I unbuckled his pants, and took out his cock. It was not bad, a little smaller than George’s, but nothing to sneeze at, and nicely proportioned. He was uncircumcised–come to think of it, I think he was my first uncut man! How about that.
His cock was hard, and I took it into my mouth, running my hands up and down the erect shaft. He reached around and unclipped my bra, and I let it fall free. My breasts are one of my favorite things about my body–I tend to be very body conscious, but everyone says my tits are to die for. So, why not work them some? I let his cock trail between them, as I moved up and down on it.
But, now time for the fucking I was advertising for. I took off my skirt and stepped out of my panties as best as I could, while he undressed as well, and put on a condom. No worries about the cold now! I clambered up unto of him in the passenger seat where he was still sitting. A little positioning, and I let myself sink down onto his cock. It feels good, but then I lean back against the dashboard and it feels even better. His hands are all over my tits, and I get that rush that comes from knowing a man finds you painfully hot.
Time to move to the backseat. As pleasant as being on top is, I tend to be on the submissive side when sex gets going, and I like nothing more than being fucked hard, especially from behind. Experience teaches me that a guy rarely takes the initiative to do so, so I get on my hands and knees, push my ass towards him, and tell him to fuck me from behind. He grabs me and pulls my ass onto his cock.
We go at it awhile, and he flips me over to fuck me just plain missionary. It’s nice and all, but you know, when a girl tells you to fuck her doggystyle, what kind of guy stops?! I want him deeper in me, so I put my legs up on his shoulder while he hammers away. Still not quite there, so I push my feet up on the ceiling of the card, trying to spread myself as wide as possible, tilting my pelvis up so that his cock thrusts even deeper. (Who says being submissive isn’t work!)
We fuck like this for awhile, and then I decide that it is time for him to cum, and that I want him to cum in my mouth. I tell him this, and he happily pulls out–to be honest, he was kind of running out of steam. I lean over his body, and start to cheerfully suck away, running my hand and mouth up and down his cock. He grabs my hair, which to be honest I kind of like, and finally gushes into my mouth.
It was hot. Never saw him again. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, or a bad fuck, but there’s a lot of guys out there in the world.
Looking for a Blowjob
I just had an incredibly successful Craig’s List experience. It was a Friday night, and I was horny. There is a long backstory here that I don’t want to get into right now, but what you need to know is that Alison is not here right now, and that I have been trying unsuccessfully to meet women or couples on Craig’s List for sex for a long time. I haven’t been in to meeting men recently (another story for another time), but this week, I got horny enough to give it a try.
So I posted an ad. “Straight man wants a blowjob,” it read, which is half true. I did want a blowjob.
I got a bunch of responses. Some had pictures, of which some were hot and some laughable. Some were conversational, some monosyllabic. One escort service wrote me. One guy sent me a picture of the glory hole he had constructed in his backyard pool shed. “Come over and watch some Str8 porn while getting your cock sucked!” he said.
But one guy seemed pretty normal and lowkey. Plus, hot. He promised me an “awesome blowjob” that would “start by licking your balls” and then a “wet bj to completion.” Okay, I could go for that.
With some extra encouragement from Alison, and my in-town friend Caroline, I wrote him back, and we set up a date. 8:00 on Friday, come “freshly showered.” The location was walking distance from my apartment. Easy enough. I gave Alison and Caroline all of the information, and told Caroline to call the police if I didn’t text her by 9:00 pm.
I showed up at the apartment, nervous out of my mind. I’m always like this with someone for the first time. I was with Allie when we first started dating, and I was with the various people Allie and I have met for group sex. What can you do.
The guy ended up being a shortish but very muscular Asian man, a bit older than promised, but not unattractive. He was nervous too, but he led me into his clean-as-a-whistle bedroom, and told me to take my shirt off. Be patient with me, I told him, this is my first time.
He had the lights turned down so low I could barely see his face, and he was playing Pat Methany quietly on the stereo. I laid back on the bed, and he took his own shirt off and began caressing me. First rubbing my shoulders, then slowly working his way across my chest, tweaking my nipples gently. I felt slightly ashamed of my body, as I always do with gay men. I’m in shape, but I’m not exactly buffed and toned. I don’t have the skill or patience to deal with my chest hair, and my WASPy self will never have a tan. But whatever, it was dark, and that’s why I’m not actually gay.
His hands, still roaming everywhere, he began to occasionally dip his fingers underneath the waistband of my jeans, brushing against my public hair and the tip of my cock. Not to be too narcissistic, but there are few things hotter than the place where low-slung jeans gives way to just a hint of dark curly hair and bare skin, even if it is my own waist! I stared in fascination as he trailed his fingers down my belly and under the waistband again, fully grasping my cock for the first time underneath my jeans. Finally he stood up and carefully took off my jeans and underwear, and stripped down to underwear himself. “Lay down,” he said, and I rather nervously did so.
He again began massaging me, this time nibbling my chest, circling my nipples with his tongue. He slowly worked his way down my chest, following the strip of dark hair down from my belly button, then nosing around my thighs as he crouched over my crotch. His hand began to brush my cock, which was beginning to stir a little bit.
He then pressed my thighs apart, and with a saliva-laden tongue began swirling around my balls, which I had just shaved earlier that day. I will say, the man knew what he was doing. Sometimes in these sorts of crazy situations I have trouble getting hard, so I just laid back, tried to relax, and enjoy the attention. Briefly, he came up for air to ask if I was enjoying myself. “Yes!” I replied meekly.
Back down he went again, and this time I could feel that breath of hot air that comes right before someone’s mouth engulfs your cock. Beautiful. Again, he knew what he was doing. He slurped his way all the down, and for the first time I involuntarily thrust up into his mouth, and he grunted. He wasn’t using his hands yet, just trying to swallow as much of me as he could. My cock is a little above average but nothing huge, but I’ve never been with anyone who could get the whole thing in their mouth. This guy had no problem, and soon I could feel his nose buried in my pubic hair.
Soon, he began using his hands, and after quickly glancing at the block, I realized we’d been at this for almost half an hour. Yikes! Time to cum. I started concentrating on orgasm, and he increased his pace as well. Soon, he started jerking me off in earnest, and soon after that, I felt that familiar rising sensation in my groin. “I’m going to cum!” I whispered hoarsely, as my breathing got increasingly labored.
He bobbed his head up and down even faster, and I felt myself let go. I didn’t even really feel myself cum in his mouth, which for me is always the sign of a good blowjob: just one seamless rush of good feeling, where you can concentrate solely on the pleasure and not worry about where you are cumming or what’s going on. He swallowed it all easily.
Afterwards, he had one final trick. He told me to relax, went to the bathroom, and came out with a hot towel that he draped over my limp cock. I have to say, neat trick! Ladies and gentlemen, you want to something nice for the man you just sucked off, a hot towel feels wonderful.
A brief hug goodbye, and I made it outside just in time to text Caroline that I was alive and not dismembered in a dumpster. Later that night, after having told Allie everything, I jerked off once more, to the memory of it.
