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!
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!
Sex and the Academic 