5 Aug 2012
7 Apr 2012
Guelphs and Ghibililines
There is a common sentiment that is usually attributed quite uniformly to men: "Bros before hos."
It took me several years to figure out that women do not share a similar sentiment.
Now I know these are generalisations, and it is not difficult to find counterexamples: I have carried on extended affairs with several married women, for example, and fucked a number of women who were in committed--or seemingly committed--relationships; and I've known a few women who would never consider sleeping with, or even going out for coffee with, a man who was involved with another woman. But these are exceptions.
And in my experience, women account for the smallest fraction of counterexamples.
It has always amused me that men, who largely define their manhood in terms of their ability and willingness to do battle with other men, are the ones most willing to choose cooperation over head-to-head competition when it comes to sex. Of course, it's not hard to imagine that this is precisely how this choice might have evolved. If you had two cavemen who were willing to fight and kill in order to mate with one woman, then the least riskiest strategy is cooperation: let the bigger, stronger, faster, George-Clooney-lookalike caveman have her, and when he's done, then you take your turn. Bros before hos!
But not women. Women know they are always in competition with other women, and they decided long ago that that meant war. For cavewomen, who were the chosen rather than the choosers, and were also probably less willing or able to fight and/or kill their competition, the optimal strategy was likely quite different: before the selection was made, win the attraction game; and once the selection was made, if you were the chosen one, do everything in your power to hold onto your caveman, and if you were not the chosen one, do everything you can to seduce the caveman away from your competition. It's interesting to note that in all cases, there is significant upside to keeping your enemies close, that is, befriending your competition. There is also significant upside to being at least partially slutty, and being willing to fuck your friend's caveman.
It's also true that in our male-dominated world, it has only been fairly recent that women have had significant opportunity to distinguish themselves from one another in ways other than their physical attributes, particularly those related to mating. These days we men might prefer women with degrees in astrophysics, but evolutionarily speaking it was hips and tits that attracted our attention the most throughout our history. A willingness to put out, not advanced degrees, differentiated women.
As Schopenhauer said,
For example, it explains why Corinne fucked me, not just in my car at the end of her driveway, but two years later when we were attending college together. Corinne and Catherine were sisters, and no doubt loved each other, so Corinne would not have fucked Catherine's high school sweetheart without a reason--and I did not give her a reason. Corinne simply offered. She may have anticipated that fucking me would make her feel good, or would have somehow benefitted her in some other intangible or unanticipated way, but that seems insufficient to overcome the moral implications of fucking your sister's high school sweetheart. And yet Corinne spread her legs for me four times, each time committing morally reprehensible acts that her sister could have never forgiven either one of us for. Corinne wasn't even deterred by the possibility that she could have gotten pregnant!
And then there was Val. Kristin had grown up with Teri and Val--Kristin even called Teri's and Val's parents "mom" and "dad" because her own parents were for shit--and yet within several hours of meeting me for the first time, Val fucked me three times while Kristin laid passed out nearby. Sure, we had all been drinking, but that does not change the fact that Val decided she wanted to fuck me and followed through on it--three times--after saying, "We shouldn't be doing this, promise me you won't ever tell Kristin." If Kristin had not caught us, would Val have fucked me again? No doubt.
But for me the perfect example was Kimberly. At some point--probably after the first time I fucked her--she decided to make sure I knew she was competing for me.
About two weeks after that fateful party, I was heading into the dorm's common area kitchen to heat up some food before class. Kimberly was in there, leaning over the sink washing some dishes from her lunch. "Hey," I said, "how are you? I haven't seen you in a few days." I couldn't take my eyes off of her ass.
"I'm okay, I only have morning classes today, so I've got the afternoon off," she said. "Where's Kristin?"
"Napping, then she has work," I replied. Her ass looked so good in shorts.
"Well, if you want to drop by after she leaves, I'll be home..." As her words trailed off she grabbed her dishes and left.
Over the years the kitchen was an incredibly good source of casual pussy.
I heated my food, ate, washed the container and fork, and went back to my room. Kristin was still napping, so I didn't need to lie about where I was going while saying goodbye. I grabbed my backpack and left. I walked through the lobby, went out the back, and then walked all the way to the end of the wing where Kimberly's room was. Seeing nobody, I quickly slipped between some bushes and the building, completely obscured from view, went around the corner and stepped up onto the porch outside Kimberly's room. Her door was open. I went in and locked it behind me.
She was laying on her bed, still wearing the khaki shorts and a light yellow tank top that showed off her sensational curves. She had rolled onto her side when she heard me enter. I tossed my backpack on her desk and sat down beside her. Like previously, she got straight to business, grabbing me and pulling my mouth to her's and giving me all of her tongue. Within seconds we were both naked.
"I can't resist your ass, you know," I told her. "Your ass is my Achilles heel."
"I'll remember that every time I want to fuck you," she said. She rolled over and pushed her ass back against me. I grabbed her hips, pulled her ass toward my face, and sunk my teeth into her left cheek. Her gasps and cries of pain filling the room, it didn't take me long to decorate her entire ass with bite marks. Then I pulled her cheeks apart, parted her thighs slightly and buried my tongue in her cunt, working it in and out of her a few dozen times. I sat up, pulled her ass up until she was on her knees with her face buried in the sheets, and began eating her pussy. I'd never eaten her pussy before. Her swollen vulva was lightly covered with soft, light brown hair, and her soft, slick labia parted easily as my tongue pushed deep into her warm, loose cunt. She felt wonderful and tasted delicious, but the best part was hearing her moan and feeling her body writhe.
"Fuck me," she almost begged, but I said "Not yet," firmly enough that she understood that my appetite for eating her pussy would not be so easily satisfied. I alternated between thrusting my tongue into her cunt, and licking the entire length of her vulva backward and forward until I heard and felt her pleasure building. Then I grabbed her hood and clit between my lips and sucked on them for several minutes as she squirmed and squealed. Suddenly she pushed back, hard, against my face, trying to grind against my mouth as she cried out. I continued sucking and licking her clit until she finished cumming. Finally she pushed my head away. "Jeezus. That was fucking nice. Now fuck me! Hard."
I sat up and pushed my throbbing cock into her from behind. There are times I have too little stamina in this position, and times I have too much, but every time I fucked Kimberly from behind, I could fuck her for as long and hard as I wanted. I think it was because, despite being so small, her pussy was extremely loose and deep. For most women, my cock is a bit too long, but it's usually only a problem in certain positions, that is, those that permit the deepest penetration. Women as short and petite as Kimberly can almost never take me in any position without my cock slamming into their cervix. But Kimberly could take all I could give her, and in any position. And the more I gave her, and the harder I gave it to her, the more she loved it and begged for more.
By the time she came a second time, my knees were starting to give. I exploded inside her, and then collapsed on top of her, crushing her into the mattress. We were both breathing heavily, my cock throbbing and still dribbling inside her. We laid there quietly for several minutes until she broke the silence. "You know you can fuck me any time you want, anywhere you want, Kristin or not, right?" It was more a statement than a question.
"Of course," I said, though until that moment I had not been as certain as my response implied. "Um...why?"
"Because I want you to fuck me more. I want you to fuck me a lot more. And I was wondering what I have to do to get you to do that."
"That's easy," I laughed. "You just had to ask. I can do that."
"Are you sure? Because I want you to fuck me more than you fuck her. Or at least I want you to want to fuck me more than you want to fuck her. Can you do that?" She looked straight at me, making sure I understood that she was serious.
"I can," I said, "but what are you getting at? Do you want me to dump her?"
"No," she said with conviction. "Look, Kristin is my friend, and I don't want to take you from her. But I do want you, and I do want you to fuck me. A lot. I want you to desire me so much that you have to act on it. I want to be the centre of your desire and attention."
"You realise I'm still going to desire and fuck her, right?" I pointed out.
"Of course," she said. "She's your girlfriend."
"And you realise I'm still going to enjoy fucking her, right?" She had to understand that I actually really liked fucking Kristin.
"I know. I'm not worried about it. You might enjoy fucking her, but I'll make sure you love fucking me. I'll make sure you desire me more than you desire her. You'll want to fuck me all day, every day. You'll want to fuck me even when you're fucking her."
I smiled. "Well, it's working. I already want to fuck you more."
"When does Kristin get back from work?"
"She's off at eleven." I knew where this was going.
"Good," she smiled, "then get to it. And don't stop fucking me until eleven."
It took me several years to figure out that women do not share a similar sentiment.
Now I know these are generalisations, and it is not difficult to find counterexamples: I have carried on extended affairs with several married women, for example, and fucked a number of women who were in committed--or seemingly committed--relationships; and I've known a few women who would never consider sleeping with, or even going out for coffee with, a man who was involved with another woman. But these are exceptions.
And in my experience, women account for the smallest fraction of counterexamples.
It has always amused me that men, who largely define their manhood in terms of their ability and willingness to do battle with other men, are the ones most willing to choose cooperation over head-to-head competition when it comes to sex. Of course, it's not hard to imagine that this is precisely how this choice might have evolved. If you had two cavemen who were willing to fight and kill in order to mate with one woman, then the least riskiest strategy is cooperation: let the bigger, stronger, faster, George-Clooney-lookalike caveman have her, and when he's done, then you take your turn. Bros before hos!
But not women. Women know they are always in competition with other women, and they decided long ago that that meant war. For cavewomen, who were the chosen rather than the choosers, and were also probably less willing or able to fight and/or kill their competition, the optimal strategy was likely quite different: before the selection was made, win the attraction game; and once the selection was made, if you were the chosen one, do everything in your power to hold onto your caveman, and if you were not the chosen one, do everything you can to seduce the caveman away from your competition. It's interesting to note that in all cases, there is significant upside to keeping your enemies close, that is, befriending your competition. There is also significant upside to being at least partially slutty, and being willing to fuck your friend's caveman.
It's also true that in our male-dominated world, it has only been fairly recent that women have had significant opportunity to distinguish themselves from one another in ways other than their physical attributes, particularly those related to mating. These days we men might prefer women with degrees in astrophysics, but evolutionarily speaking it was hips and tits that attracted our attention the most throughout our history. A willingness to put out, not advanced degrees, differentiated women.
As Schopenhauer said,
Men are by nature indifferent to one another; but women are by nature enemies. The reason is no doubt that the odium figulinuum which with men does not go beyond the bounds of the particular guild with women embraces the whole sex—they are all engaged in the same trade. Even when they simply pass in the street they look at one another like Guelphs and Ghibililines: and when two women exchange compliments it sounds much more ludicrous then when two men do so. The reason for this may be that with women all differences in rank are far more precarious than they are with men, and can be altered or abolished much more quickly, whereas with men a hundred different considerations are involved. Because women are all in the same profession (competitors for the attentions of men), they all stand much closer to one another than men do, and consequently strive to emphasize differences in rank.This is surely not a post-feminist view of women, and is not offered up as such; rather, it probably reflects the situation women were in for most of human history after branching off from Homo erectus about 200,000 years ago. And if so, it could explain a few things.
For example, it explains why Corinne fucked me, not just in my car at the end of her driveway, but two years later when we were attending college together. Corinne and Catherine were sisters, and no doubt loved each other, so Corinne would not have fucked Catherine's high school sweetheart without a reason--and I did not give her a reason. Corinne simply offered. She may have anticipated that fucking me would make her feel good, or would have somehow benefitted her in some other intangible or unanticipated way, but that seems insufficient to overcome the moral implications of fucking your sister's high school sweetheart. And yet Corinne spread her legs for me four times, each time committing morally reprehensible acts that her sister could have never forgiven either one of us for. Corinne wasn't even deterred by the possibility that she could have gotten pregnant!
And then there was Val. Kristin had grown up with Teri and Val--Kristin even called Teri's and Val's parents "mom" and "dad" because her own parents were for shit--and yet within several hours of meeting me for the first time, Val fucked me three times while Kristin laid passed out nearby. Sure, we had all been drinking, but that does not change the fact that Val decided she wanted to fuck me and followed through on it--three times--after saying, "We shouldn't be doing this, promise me you won't ever tell Kristin." If Kristin had not caught us, would Val have fucked me again? No doubt.
~~C~C~~
But for me the perfect example was Kimberly. At some point--probably after the first time I fucked her--she decided to make sure I knew she was competing for me.
About two weeks after that fateful party, I was heading into the dorm's common area kitchen to heat up some food before class. Kimberly was in there, leaning over the sink washing some dishes from her lunch. "Hey," I said, "how are you? I haven't seen you in a few days." I couldn't take my eyes off of her ass.
"I'm okay, I only have morning classes today, so I've got the afternoon off," she said. "Where's Kristin?"
"Napping, then she has work," I replied. Her ass looked so good in shorts.
"Well, if you want to drop by after she leaves, I'll be home..." As her words trailed off she grabbed her dishes and left.
Over the years the kitchen was an incredibly good source of casual pussy.
I heated my food, ate, washed the container and fork, and went back to my room. Kristin was still napping, so I didn't need to lie about where I was going while saying goodbye. I grabbed my backpack and left. I walked through the lobby, went out the back, and then walked all the way to the end of the wing where Kimberly's room was. Seeing nobody, I quickly slipped between some bushes and the building, completely obscured from view, went around the corner and stepped up onto the porch outside Kimberly's room. Her door was open. I went in and locked it behind me.
She was laying on her bed, still wearing the khaki shorts and a light yellow tank top that showed off her sensational curves. She had rolled onto her side when she heard me enter. I tossed my backpack on her desk and sat down beside her. Like previously, she got straight to business, grabbing me and pulling my mouth to her's and giving me all of her tongue. Within seconds we were both naked.
"I can't resist your ass, you know," I told her. "Your ass is my Achilles heel."
"I'll remember that every time I want to fuck you," she said. She rolled over and pushed her ass back against me. I grabbed her hips, pulled her ass toward my face, and sunk my teeth into her left cheek. Her gasps and cries of pain filling the room, it didn't take me long to decorate her entire ass with bite marks. Then I pulled her cheeks apart, parted her thighs slightly and buried my tongue in her cunt, working it in and out of her a few dozen times. I sat up, pulled her ass up until she was on her knees with her face buried in the sheets, and began eating her pussy. I'd never eaten her pussy before. Her swollen vulva was lightly covered with soft, light brown hair, and her soft, slick labia parted easily as my tongue pushed deep into her warm, loose cunt. She felt wonderful and tasted delicious, but the best part was hearing her moan and feeling her body writhe.
"Fuck me," she almost begged, but I said "Not yet," firmly enough that she understood that my appetite for eating her pussy would not be so easily satisfied. I alternated between thrusting my tongue into her cunt, and licking the entire length of her vulva backward and forward until I heard and felt her pleasure building. Then I grabbed her hood and clit between my lips and sucked on them for several minutes as she squirmed and squealed. Suddenly she pushed back, hard, against my face, trying to grind against my mouth as she cried out. I continued sucking and licking her clit until she finished cumming. Finally she pushed my head away. "Jeezus. That was fucking nice. Now fuck me! Hard."
I sat up and pushed my throbbing cock into her from behind. There are times I have too little stamina in this position, and times I have too much, but every time I fucked Kimberly from behind, I could fuck her for as long and hard as I wanted. I think it was because, despite being so small, her pussy was extremely loose and deep. For most women, my cock is a bit too long, but it's usually only a problem in certain positions, that is, those that permit the deepest penetration. Women as short and petite as Kimberly can almost never take me in any position without my cock slamming into their cervix. But Kimberly could take all I could give her, and in any position. And the more I gave her, and the harder I gave it to her, the more she loved it and begged for more.
By the time she came a second time, my knees were starting to give. I exploded inside her, and then collapsed on top of her, crushing her into the mattress. We were both breathing heavily, my cock throbbing and still dribbling inside her. We laid there quietly for several minutes until she broke the silence. "You know you can fuck me any time you want, anywhere you want, Kristin or not, right?" It was more a statement than a question.
"Of course," I said, though until that moment I had not been as certain as my response implied. "Um...why?"
"Because I want you to fuck me more. I want you to fuck me a lot more. And I was wondering what I have to do to get you to do that."
"That's easy," I laughed. "You just had to ask. I can do that."
"Are you sure? Because I want you to fuck me more than you fuck her. Or at least I want you to want to fuck me more than you want to fuck her. Can you do that?" She looked straight at me, making sure I understood that she was serious.
"I can," I said, "but what are you getting at? Do you want me to dump her?"
"No," she said with conviction. "Look, Kristin is my friend, and I don't want to take you from her. But I do want you, and I do want you to fuck me. A lot. I want you to desire me so much that you have to act on it. I want to be the centre of your desire and attention."
"You realise I'm still going to desire and fuck her, right?" I pointed out.
"Of course," she said. "She's your girlfriend."
"And you realise I'm still going to enjoy fucking her, right?" She had to understand that I actually really liked fucking Kristin.
"I know. I'm not worried about it. You might enjoy fucking her, but I'll make sure you love fucking me. I'll make sure you desire me more than you desire her. You'll want to fuck me all day, every day. You'll want to fuck me even when you're fucking her."
I smiled. "Well, it's working. I already want to fuck you more."
"When does Kristin get back from work?"
"She's off at eleven." I knew where this was going.
"Good," she smiled, "then get to it. And don't stop fucking me until eleven."
18 Feb 2012
Fucking Catherine Corinne
I met my high school sweetheart Catherine in level five, when I was eleven. My family had just moved from the city to the country, so I ended up changing schools a month or two before the end of the school year. Catherine was the first girl I spotted when I was taken into my new class: she had a pretty face with dimples, long blonde hair, very blue eyes, and a wonderful--though shy--smile.
And, even then, at age 12, she had curves and a large pair of tits. In fact, she had the biggest tits in the class, not only that year but for a few years to come. I wanted to play with those tits from the moment I saw her.
We became boyfriend/girlfriend about a year later, and, with the exception of our second year of high school, we were together right up until a few weeks before we graduated.
And, eventually, I did get to play with those tits. I got to play with those tits quite a bit. And, as I thought, they were fucking spectacular: big and firm, and with small, soft nipples that responded perfectly to my fingertips and my tongue. And, to my surprise, Catherine loved having her nipples nibbled on.
And that's where the problem was: a good Catholic girl, over the years Catherine slowly let our blossoming sex life progress, but always only to a point...a point just shy of my cock penetrating her pussy.
It started, in fact, with me stroking her tits in the back seat of my car. Then she gave me full access, first with my hands, then with my mouth. When that got old, and I let her know in no uncertain terms that I wanted more, hands started finding their way into pants. Soon I was making her moan with my fingers, and then she started working her way up to giving me handjobs. At that point, I argued, it was time for us to consummate our many years together. I wanted her virginity. And I wanted to fuck her.
But she was a little too devoted to Jesus. Sure, she said, she wanted to fuck me, and she thought nothing would be more romantic than the two of us giving each other our virginity (she didn't know that I had given mine to Victoria a couple of years earlier) but she was convinced it was a sin that she would burn in Hell for later.
But, she said, she was pretty sure she could safely blow me while avoiding the fire and brimstone.
When I finished scratching my head, and wondering about the logic behind her thinking, I decided I could live with blowjobs while continuing my campaign to gain entry into her pussy.
It turned out, she learned very quickly to give great head. After she got past the surprise of having my cum explode into her mouth the first time, she always--always--swallowed, and by the third time she blew me, she had learned to deep throat me. After a couple of Friday and Saturday nights in the back seat, she was blowing me like a pro. And she really enjoyed it. She said so many times.
But Jesus--the Jesus who was just fine with her taking my cock all the way down her throat until a huge load of my cum exploded down her esophagus but was just waiting for my cock to push through her labia so that he could send her to Hell for eternity--continued to stand between me and Catherine's Holy Grail.
Eventually one Friday night my frustration turned into an argument, followed by a very long phone call that went late into the night. Somewhere around 1AM I drove to her house, parked way down at the end of the driveway, and walked up to her house. I tapped on her window, and she slid it open long enough to tell me to go away. I told her I was going to go sit in my car at the end of the driveway, and if she would like to talk about it, she could sneak out and join me.
Catherine's sister, Corinne, had heard me tapping at the window, and went into Catherine's room to find out what was going on. They talked for about fifteen minutes: Corinne took my side, telling Catherine that her reason for not fucking me was silly, and suggested Catherine start fucking me before someone else did, but Catherine didn't budge. Finally, Corinne told Catherine she should at least sneak out, meet me, and tell me to go home. Catherine refused, and told Corinne she should do it if she was so concerned about me.
And that's how Catherine's sister Corinne ended up in my car at 1:30AM one Friday night wearing nothing but a robe, panties and slippers.
Corinne related her entire conversation with Catherine to me, and ended by saying, "I told her if she didn't fuck you someone else would. And I told her that if I were her I would fuck you."
I looked at her, and said, "Really?"
"Of course," she said. "Who wouldn't?"
We both suddenly realised where we were, and the significant moral boundary we were in danger of crossing. After a solid minute of quiet contemplation, I decided to let her make the next move.
She did.
She slowly tugged the belt around her waist and pulled her robe open just enough that I could see her right breast and hip. I reached over and pulled her robe open the rest of the way. Corinne looked a lot like Catherine--face, dimples, hair, eyes, height, curves--but Corinne's tits were smaller. But I'm a hips and ass man, and Corinne had Catherine's hips and ass. And besides, smaller tits can be just as sexy as bigger tits--and Corinne's tits were all sorts of sexy.
Corinne climbed into the back seat, and then I joined her. She laid back, her robe falling open to reveal the body I now wanted more than Catherine's, and I ran my hands up her legs and thighs to her hips. She lifted her ass off the seat, and I slid her panties down and off. She pulled her knees up and then opened them to give me complete access. I leaned down and began kissing her soft, blonde hair, then slide my tongue between her labia and into her cunt. She tasted delicious. I could feel with my tongue that she was very tight, and only slightly wet, but she grabbed my head, closed her eyes, and began moaning as I licked and sucked her labia and clit. It did not take me long to bring her to a quiet, but intense, orgasm.
I continued licking her labia for several minutes until she calmed down, then I sat up and unbuttoned my jean and took them off. My cock was rock hard and throbbing, and I noticed Corinne staring at it. "You've got a big cock," she said. "Bigger than my boyfriend's. I'm not sure I can do this."
"Don't worry, it'll fit, and I'll be very gentle," I said, moving between her spread legs. She smiled as she grabbed my cock and guided the tip between her wet, hairy lips. As I worked it slowly into her cunt, she used her hand to make sure I didn't penetrate her too quickly. When I was half-way in, I laid down on her, she wrapped her legs around me, and we began fucking. At first it was a little unpleasant for her, but after a few minutes she relaxed and began to enjoy it more. I fucked her very slowly, not only trying to be gentle but also wanting it to last longer. But Corinne was was too tight, and I was way too worked up, for it to last long. After about five minutes I gushed inside her.
"Damn," I said. "I was hoping that would have lasted longer."
She smiled at me. "That's okay, let's do it again."
I love sloppy seconds.
We sat up, kissing and touching and making out until I started to get hard again. I squeezed her small but sexy tits, and rubbed and pinched her small, but rubbery, nipples. She leaned back, inviting me to kiss and suck on them, and I eagerly obliged. When she responded, I sucked harder, then began nibbling. Like her sister, Corinne loved having her nipples nibbled, so I gradually increased the intensity until I was pretty much biting them. She loved it.
She leaned down, took my cock into her mouth and sucked me for a few minutes. Then she sat up, straddled me, and worked herself down onto my cock. This time it lasted much longer, and Corinne touched herself as she fucked me as slowly as she could. After she came, and her back and legs started to tire, I laid her on her back and fucked her slowly and gently until I came inside her again. Then I collapsed on her for several minutes before she decided she should return to the house.
We kissed goodnight, silently agreeing never to tell another soul of our immoral transgression.
Many years later, when I ran across Corinne's photo on her company's web site, I wondered for a brief moment if she had ever told Catherine about what we had done. And I wondered if Jesus would see to it that we would both burn in Hell for eternity.
Either way, I don't care. Fucking Catherine Corinne was totally worth it.
17 Feb 2012
Fucking Wenona
I met Wenona a couple of months after I broke up with Janni. Wenona was my friend Erika's roommate for a while before Erika moved out and, in an odd twist, became roommates with Janni. I met Wenona one night when she and Erika were out getting coffee--in the same coffee shop where a few weeks later I would meet Lina. Wenona was blonde, of average height, and rather skinny, but she had an amazing pair of tits, quite a nice ass, beautiful blue eyes, and a great smile. I could also tell she had a dark side, which meant we had some things in common. We hit it off immediately: we sat and talked for three hours that night, and by the time we parted, had agreed to go out dancing the following Friday night.
The next day Erika confirmed for me that Wenona as as interested in me as I was in her. But, Erika cautioned, Wenona was involved in a love triangle with two of their other roommates--a particularly uncomfortable situation that a few months later would cause Erika to move into an apartment with Janni--and Wenona was as much the problem as the other two roommates. "There are no innocents," she said.
I knew Wenona was close to graduating, and would be moving away after that, so I was pretty sure there was not a lot of potential for a long-term relationship, but I was certain there was sufficient chemistry and attraction for a short-term relationship. "That's okay," I told Erika, "I like damaged women who have a dark side and very definite moral flaws. Besides, I don't want to marry her, I just want to hang out with her and fuck her a few dozen times before she graduates." Nevertheless, I considered myself forewarned.
The the next day I had flowers delivered to Wenona in the lab she worked in, telling her how much I was looking forward to Friday night. However, things changed: I awoke Friday morning to the news that a friend had died the previous night in his sleep. Stan was my age, and had recently married another friend of mine, a single mom with a young daughter Stan had adopted when they married.
There is no pain like that caused by the death of someone so amazing and so young.
Devastated by the news, I decided to drive out to the ocean and spend the day sitting in the sand and listening to the waves. On the way out of town, I stopped to see Erika and Wenona and tell them what had happened, and that instead of going dancing that night I was going to the ocean.
To my surprise, Wenona asked if I'd like some company. I said yes.
It was a great decision. We spent the entire afternoon and evening at the ocean, and it turned out Wenona was the perfect companion: she knew almost instinctively when I wanted to just sit and think, quietly, and she knew when I wanted to talk; and when I wanted to talk, she just let me talk and she listened and empathised. Afterwards, I knew I still didn't have any answers, but I felt a little better despite not having any answers. We drove home in complete silence.
As we neared town, she asked if I'd like some company that night. I said yes, and she suggested I drop her off at her place so she could get her car. She grabbed her Honda and followed me across town. When we got to my place, she grabbed an overnight bag from the boot and followed me into my apartment.
You've got to love a woman who keeps an overnight bag in the boot of her car.
When we got inside, she headed straight to the bedroom, set down her overnight bag, and began taking off all of her clothes. A little surprised, I just stood there and watched in disbelief, until she walked over to me and began helping me out of my clothes. "We're covered in sand, we need to shower. And then I'm going to take you to bed and fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until you forget all about today...even if tomorrow morning you wake up and remember it all again."
I looked at her and suddenly realised this was not a woman I was going to be able to fuck a few dozen times and be okay when we parted ways. Even though I knew any relationship we might develop would have a very definite expiration date, I now realised that when it was over I was going to hurt. This sexy, skinny blonde with perfect tits and amazing ass and gorgeous blue eyes and wonderful smile was going to hurt me. Badly. And there was nothing I could do about it. I had to follow it through to the painful end.
We got into the shower, washed all of the sand from our hair and between our toes, and then got into bed. And then, just as she had promised, Wenona climbed on top of me, guided my cock into her tight, wet pussy, and proceeded to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me until I forgot all about that day.
The next morning I got up early, went and got us coffee and muffins, and brought them back. When we were done eating breakfast, she set her coffee down, climbed on top of me once again, and stroked my cock with her vulva until I was throbbing. Then she slid down on me, pulled her T-shirt off, and rode me until I exploded inside her again. Afterward, she pulled off and straddled me, kissing me while our cum drained out of her cunt and formed a wet spot on my abdomen. Then she led me to the shower, where we fucked again, first me fucking her standing up from behind, then her turning around so that I could fuck her face to face with her leg wrapped around my waist and her perfect tits rubbing against my chest. I didn't care that we wasted an hour's worth of water in the process.
The fact was, I didn't want her to leave. I was already dreading the break-up I knew was coming, and i knew her leaving that morning was going to be the first painful indication of things to come.
As she was leaving, I stopped her at the front door. I still wasn't ready for her to go yet. For the second time in my life, I fucked a woman up against a door. And then she left. Afterward I cried.
I tried to convince myself that the tears were for Stan. But I knew better. I was mourning more than his death.
There is no pain like that caused by the death of someone--or something--so amazing and so young.
The next day Erika confirmed for me that Wenona as as interested in me as I was in her. But, Erika cautioned, Wenona was involved in a love triangle with two of their other roommates--a particularly uncomfortable situation that a few months later would cause Erika to move into an apartment with Janni--and Wenona was as much the problem as the other two roommates. "There are no innocents," she said.
I knew Wenona was close to graduating, and would be moving away after that, so I was pretty sure there was not a lot of potential for a long-term relationship, but I was certain there was sufficient chemistry and attraction for a short-term relationship. "That's okay," I told Erika, "I like damaged women who have a dark side and very definite moral flaws. Besides, I don't want to marry her, I just want to hang out with her and fuck her a few dozen times before she graduates." Nevertheless, I considered myself forewarned.
The the next day I had flowers delivered to Wenona in the lab she worked in, telling her how much I was looking forward to Friday night. However, things changed: I awoke Friday morning to the news that a friend had died the previous night in his sleep. Stan was my age, and had recently married another friend of mine, a single mom with a young daughter Stan had adopted when they married.
There is no pain like that caused by the death of someone so amazing and so young.
Devastated by the news, I decided to drive out to the ocean and spend the day sitting in the sand and listening to the waves. On the way out of town, I stopped to see Erika and Wenona and tell them what had happened, and that instead of going dancing that night I was going to the ocean.
To my surprise, Wenona asked if I'd like some company. I said yes.
It was a great decision. We spent the entire afternoon and evening at the ocean, and it turned out Wenona was the perfect companion: she knew almost instinctively when I wanted to just sit and think, quietly, and she knew when I wanted to talk; and when I wanted to talk, she just let me talk and she listened and empathised. Afterwards, I knew I still didn't have any answers, but I felt a little better despite not having any answers. We drove home in complete silence.
As we neared town, she asked if I'd like some company that night. I said yes, and she suggested I drop her off at her place so she could get her car. She grabbed her Honda and followed me across town. When we got to my place, she grabbed an overnight bag from the boot and followed me into my apartment.
You've got to love a woman who keeps an overnight bag in the boot of her car.
When we got inside, she headed straight to the bedroom, set down her overnight bag, and began taking off all of her clothes. A little surprised, I just stood there and watched in disbelief, until she walked over to me and began helping me out of my clothes. "We're covered in sand, we need to shower. And then I'm going to take you to bed and fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until you forget all about today...even if tomorrow morning you wake up and remember it all again."
I looked at her and suddenly realised this was not a woman I was going to be able to fuck a few dozen times and be okay when we parted ways. Even though I knew any relationship we might develop would have a very definite expiration date, I now realised that when it was over I was going to hurt. This sexy, skinny blonde with perfect tits and amazing ass and gorgeous blue eyes and wonderful smile was going to hurt me. Badly. And there was nothing I could do about it. I had to follow it through to the painful end.
We got into the shower, washed all of the sand from our hair and between our toes, and then got into bed. And then, just as she had promised, Wenona climbed on top of me, guided my cock into her tight, wet pussy, and proceeded to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me until I forgot all about that day.
The next morning I got up early, went and got us coffee and muffins, and brought them back. When we were done eating breakfast, she set her coffee down, climbed on top of me once again, and stroked my cock with her vulva until I was throbbing. Then she slid down on me, pulled her T-shirt off, and rode me until I exploded inside her again. Afterward, she pulled off and straddled me, kissing me while our cum drained out of her cunt and formed a wet spot on my abdomen. Then she led me to the shower, where we fucked again, first me fucking her standing up from behind, then her turning around so that I could fuck her face to face with her leg wrapped around my waist and her perfect tits rubbing against my chest. I didn't care that we wasted an hour's worth of water in the process.
The fact was, I didn't want her to leave. I was already dreading the break-up I knew was coming, and i knew her leaving that morning was going to be the first painful indication of things to come.
As she was leaving, I stopped her at the front door. I still wasn't ready for her to go yet. For the second time in my life, I fucked a woman up against a door. And then she left. Afterward I cried.
I tried to convince myself that the tears were for Stan. But I knew better. I was mourning more than his death.
There is no pain like that caused by the death of someone--or something--so amazing and so young.
16 Feb 2012
15 Feb 2012
Fucking Lina
I met Lina in a coffee shop. She was Asian--and born in Asia--but ethnically only half Asian, a mix that was rather unique but resembled somewhat, but definitely not completely, Puerto Rican or Filipino. But with more Asian features. She had a distinct and beautiful face, a bit angled, and despite being tall and thin, with rather small hips, she had a great ass. The first thought that entered my mind when I first saw her was: I want to sink my teeth so deep into her ass that she would need sutures to stop the bleeding.
We were together most of seventeen years, and never once did I get bored biting, pinching or slapping her ass. Even after she pushed out our two kids, her ass was spectacular. Actually, pushing out two kids improved her ass because it widened her hips.
But as spectacular as her ass was, her pussy was even more spectacular. And pushing out two kids improved her pussy as well. I loved burying my tongue and cock in her pussy.
Lina was nineteen when we met, and I was about ten years her senior. I was fucking Wenona at the time--and really enjoying fucking Wenona at the time--but I knew Wenona was little more than a one night stand that had simply not ended yet. I had given it six weeks, and, as it turned out, that was not too far off. When Wenona and I finally split, I started spending more time with Lina. And not long after that, one Friday night after hanging out at the bar listening to a band, I took Lina home, pulled her jeans and panties down to her knees, and buried my teeth in her ass.
And about ten minutes later, I rolled her over and buried my tongue in her pussy.
Lina had the wettest, tastiest cunt I'd ever had the pleasure to slide my tongue into. By a long shot. Her juices literally dripped from her pussy, and had this thick, slick consistency that made eating her absolute heaven. So it's no surprise that that first time--like so many times afterward--I licked and sucked her pussy until she literally begged me to stop. What is a surprise is that I did actually stop when she begged me to. What I remember most is wanting to keep licking her until...I don't know...probably until my tongue fell off. In any case, when she had cum three or four times, and her clit had probably reached its limit for the time being, she begged me to stop.
So I pulled my tongue out of her juicy, delicious cunt and thrust my hard, throbbing cock into her...and buried it all the way to the hilt with the first thrust. It turned out Lina also had the loosest, sloppiest cunt I'd ever thrust my cock into. By a long shot. Her thick, slick juices that literally dripped from her pussy? They made fucking her absolute heaven as well. Even at nineteen, before kids, her cunt was so soft and loose and sloppy that I could fuck her for hours without cumming. Never once in all the years we were together, and all the times I fucked her, did I have to work my cock into her pussy. I could always just bury it all the way with the first thrust. And fucking her pretty much always felt like heaven. It was soft and wet and warm and juicy and slick. Lina always left a huge wet spot.
[I know most men love tight pussy. They're idiots. Tight pussy makes a man cum fast. And who the FUCK wants to minimise the time they spend fucking a woman? It makes no sense.]
We spent most of the entire weekend fucking. By the time Lina went home on Monday morning I had fucked her thirteen times, and she could barely walk due to the cramps in her feet from curling her toes every time she came. In fact, we were both as sore as hell: every muscle in our bodies ached. It was great sex. It was fucking great sex.
There is a lot more to fucking a woman than just physics, though, and over the years those other things eventually took their toll. But even when the emotional aspects of our relationship were for shit--even when we were separated and living apart, or living together but emotionally just going through the motions--I pretty much always loved fucking Lina.
We were together most of seventeen years, and never once did I get bored biting, pinching or slapping her ass. Even after she pushed out our two kids, her ass was spectacular. Actually, pushing out two kids improved her ass because it widened her hips.
But as spectacular as her ass was, her pussy was even more spectacular. And pushing out two kids improved her pussy as well. I loved burying my tongue and cock in her pussy.
Lina was nineteen when we met, and I was about ten years her senior. I was fucking Wenona at the time--and really enjoying fucking Wenona at the time--but I knew Wenona was little more than a one night stand that had simply not ended yet. I had given it six weeks, and, as it turned out, that was not too far off. When Wenona and I finally split, I started spending more time with Lina. And not long after that, one Friday night after hanging out at the bar listening to a band, I took Lina home, pulled her jeans and panties down to her knees, and buried my teeth in her ass.
And about ten minutes later, I rolled her over and buried my tongue in her pussy.
Lina had the wettest, tastiest cunt I'd ever had the pleasure to slide my tongue into. By a long shot. Her juices literally dripped from her pussy, and had this thick, slick consistency that made eating her absolute heaven. So it's no surprise that that first time--like so many times afterward--I licked and sucked her pussy until she literally begged me to stop. What is a surprise is that I did actually stop when she begged me to. What I remember most is wanting to keep licking her until...I don't know...probably until my tongue fell off. In any case, when she had cum three or four times, and her clit had probably reached its limit for the time being, she begged me to stop.
So I pulled my tongue out of her juicy, delicious cunt and thrust my hard, throbbing cock into her...and buried it all the way to the hilt with the first thrust. It turned out Lina also had the loosest, sloppiest cunt I'd ever thrust my cock into. By a long shot. Her thick, slick juices that literally dripped from her pussy? They made fucking her absolute heaven as well. Even at nineteen, before kids, her cunt was so soft and loose and sloppy that I could fuck her for hours without cumming. Never once in all the years we were together, and all the times I fucked her, did I have to work my cock into her pussy. I could always just bury it all the way with the first thrust. And fucking her pretty much always felt like heaven. It was soft and wet and warm and juicy and slick. Lina always left a huge wet spot.
[I know most men love tight pussy. They're idiots. Tight pussy makes a man cum fast. And who the FUCK wants to minimise the time they spend fucking a woman? It makes no sense.]
We spent most of the entire weekend fucking. By the time Lina went home on Monday morning I had fucked her thirteen times, and she could barely walk due to the cramps in her feet from curling her toes every time she came. In fact, we were both as sore as hell: every muscle in our bodies ached. It was great sex. It was fucking great sex.
There is a lot more to fucking a woman than just physics, though, and over the years those other things eventually took their toll. But even when the emotional aspects of our relationship were for shit--even when we were separated and living apart, or living together but emotionally just going through the motions--I pretty much always loved fucking Lina.
13 Feb 2012
16 Jan 2012
Tania for Two
For quite some time now, Tania and I have talked about expanding our fucking to include...others. Another guy. Another woman. A couple. Several other guys. But Tania had only been with two guys, and was not sure how well she would adapt to fucking anyone other than me, so it seemed like a good first step was to see how she adapted to fucking another guy. Of course, fucking a random stranger was totally out of the question, so I suggested she fuck a close friend, Steve. Smart, good looking and buff, Steve is a fair bit younger than Tania--young enough to still be a virgin. He was a perfect choice.
So a few weeks before Christmas Tania and Steve got a hotel for an afternoon and fucked. Twice. By all accounts it was good, though both of them were obviously nervous beforehand. Their friendship and familiarity--as well as their commitment to go through with it even though it felt a bit uncomfortable--carried the day and delivered the end result: Steve lost his virginity with a smart, sexy Asian babe with a great ass and even better personality who, frankly, is an incredible fuck as well; Tania added a third notch to her bedpost; and I had the pleasure not only of giving a great guy one of the greatest gifts a guy can get, but also of intensifying how I feel about Tania, both as a sexual being and as a sexual partner. I know that to a large extent she did it because I asked her to, but she also did it because she wanted to, and both contributed to my intensified feelings toward her. Afterward, she and Steve met me for coffee, we had a very comfortable chat that let everyone know everything was good, and then Steve left. And Tania and I went to the hotel and fucked like crazy.
In the days and weeks that followed, Tania and I discussed the two of them getting together again, but as she and Steve talked about it, it became clear he was game for a threesome, at least at some point. Still wanting to fuck Steve, and now also thinking about the possibility that Steve and I might one day join forces to give her the night of her life, Tania decided she and he would fuck away one more afternoon before revisiting the threesome discussion more seriously. That second afternoon almost materialised last week, but timing got in the way and they postponed for another day.
Yesterday, though, as we were walking to the store, Tania was talking about Steve when I suddenly asked, "What's he doing tonight?" I knew we could easily get away for the night, and it was worth a shot. Besides, I figured he and I could take turns fucking Tania, even if he was not completely comfortable yet with anything more. It turned out he had the night off from work, and that he was up for getting together despite his nervousness. So, on the spur of the moment, we reserved a hotel and met him there.
It was supposed to be a family unit with two bedrooms, but ended up being a small, one-bedroom with a queen-sized bed (for mom and dad) and two tiny beds (for the kids). We all laughed, but it probably helped break the ice. I knew it was going to work out just fine.
I was wrong. It worked out spectacularly.
After we got settled, I took a long shower to give Steve and Tania sufficient time to start fucking in privacy before I came back into the room. By the time I towelled off and returned, Tania was on her back, with her legs pulled all the way up and wrapped around Steve's back, and he was pounding her as hard as he could. They both noticed me enter the room, and paid a little attention to me, but without consequence. For the next few hours, Steve and I took turns fucking the hell out of Tania until all three of us were exhausted and hungry. We got dressed and went to dinner.
When we returned, I thought Steve and I would each take another turn between Tania's legs, but it was extremely late and we all felt suddenly tired. We hung out, and then decided to sleep. Steve laid down on one of the small beds, but Tania and I insisted he join us on the big bed, Tania in the middle. We set an alarm and tried to sleep, but none of us slept very well, instead drifting in and our until close to 6:30AM. At that point, we woke up and could not fall back asleep.
I knew Tania wanted to fuck us both again, but I also knew she would not take the initiative without me saying something. I also knew that any nervousness had vanished the night before, and that all three of us being in bed presented the best and most natural chance for a threesome. Since we were all checking out cells at the time for messages, I discreetly texted Tania and told her what I wanted her to do.
She set her cell down, rolled over on her left side, and started kissing Steve while pushing her ass backwards toward me. I slide her shorts and panties off, and started fingering her pussy as she kissed Steve and began stroking his cock, which was immediately rock hard. I slid down toward the bottom of the bed, and began licking her pussy and then sliding my tongue in and out of her cock. After a few minutes, the sounds of their kissing disappeared, replaced by the sounds of her sucking his cock. From between her legs I could see her eagerly sucking his uncircumcised cock. I thought she'd give up after a minute--so far prefers penetration to sucking cock or having her pussy licked--but she actually kept at it for quite some time. She must have been incredibly horny.
Finally, I handed Steve the condoms, and as he put one on, I pulled her back onto her side, rolled her over to face me, and guided her legs open as she and I kissed. Steve slid his cock into her cunt from behind, and started fucking her, gently at first but much harder as time went on. She alternated between kissing him and kissing me, and he and I both used our hands and mouths on her. Finally, I told her to get on her hands and knees so that she could suck my cock while he fucked her from behind. It was the first time she had two cocks inside her at the same time. She fucking loved it.
She stopped sucking me a few minutes before Steve came. She had just laid down on her side again, and she was kissing me as he fucked her from behind. He pulled out, went to the bathroom to ditch the condom and quickly wash his cock off, and then returned. I had just slid my cock deep inside Tania's cunt, and was fucking her deep and slow when he laid down beside her and stared kissing her. She again alternated between kissing him and kissing me while I fucked her, and he and I squeezed her tits and pinched and sucked her nipples. By the time I was ready to cum, she had stroked his cock hard again, and he was ready to take over. I desperately wanted to cum inside her cunt, but I didn't want to interrupt or even ruin a perfect thing. I pulled out at the last moment, exploded into my hand, and ran to the bathroom to clean up. He immediately took over.
When I came out, Tania was on her back, Steve was between her thighs, and she was fingering herself something fierce. She came first, then he came a few minutes later. When he went to the bathroom, I pulled out my cock and Tania sucked it, hungrily. But I knew it was going to be fifteen or twenty minutes before I was ready to go again, so I pulled it from her mouth, started getting dressed and suggested we go get breakfast. Besides, I knew Tania and I would get home around noon, and we'd have plenty of time for me to fuck the hell out of her again before she had to head off to work.
After getting home--and fucking in the bathroom with Tania leaning against the sink with one foot up on the counter and me fucking her from below and behind--we talked about it, and exchanged some text messages with Steve.
Yes, we all loved every minute of it. Yes, the threesome that morning had been far better than taking turns the night before. And yes, we couldn't wait to do it again.
"I fucked two guys at the same time," Tania said to me, a huge grin on her face. "I had two cocks in me at the same time and I fucking loved it." She almost sounded as though she were more proud of herself than I was.
Almost.
I fucking love that woman. And I fucking love fucking that woman.
So a few weeks before Christmas Tania and Steve got a hotel for an afternoon and fucked. Twice. By all accounts it was good, though both of them were obviously nervous beforehand. Their friendship and familiarity--as well as their commitment to go through with it even though it felt a bit uncomfortable--carried the day and delivered the end result: Steve lost his virginity with a smart, sexy Asian babe with a great ass and even better personality who, frankly, is an incredible fuck as well; Tania added a third notch to her bedpost; and I had the pleasure not only of giving a great guy one of the greatest gifts a guy can get, but also of intensifying how I feel about Tania, both as a sexual being and as a sexual partner. I know that to a large extent she did it because I asked her to, but she also did it because she wanted to, and both contributed to my intensified feelings toward her. Afterward, she and Steve met me for coffee, we had a very comfortable chat that let everyone know everything was good, and then Steve left. And Tania and I went to the hotel and fucked like crazy.
In the days and weeks that followed, Tania and I discussed the two of them getting together again, but as she and Steve talked about it, it became clear he was game for a threesome, at least at some point. Still wanting to fuck Steve, and now also thinking about the possibility that Steve and I might one day join forces to give her the night of her life, Tania decided she and he would fuck away one more afternoon before revisiting the threesome discussion more seriously. That second afternoon almost materialised last week, but timing got in the way and they postponed for another day.
Yesterday, though, as we were walking to the store, Tania was talking about Steve when I suddenly asked, "What's he doing tonight?" I knew we could easily get away for the night, and it was worth a shot. Besides, I figured he and I could take turns fucking Tania, even if he was not completely comfortable yet with anything more. It turned out he had the night off from work, and that he was up for getting together despite his nervousness. So, on the spur of the moment, we reserved a hotel and met him there.
It was supposed to be a family unit with two bedrooms, but ended up being a small, one-bedroom with a queen-sized bed (for mom and dad) and two tiny beds (for the kids). We all laughed, but it probably helped break the ice. I knew it was going to work out just fine.
I was wrong. It worked out spectacularly.
After we got settled, I took a long shower to give Steve and Tania sufficient time to start fucking in privacy before I came back into the room. By the time I towelled off and returned, Tania was on her back, with her legs pulled all the way up and wrapped around Steve's back, and he was pounding her as hard as he could. They both noticed me enter the room, and paid a little attention to me, but without consequence. For the next few hours, Steve and I took turns fucking the hell out of Tania until all three of us were exhausted and hungry. We got dressed and went to dinner.
When we returned, I thought Steve and I would each take another turn between Tania's legs, but it was extremely late and we all felt suddenly tired. We hung out, and then decided to sleep. Steve laid down on one of the small beds, but Tania and I insisted he join us on the big bed, Tania in the middle. We set an alarm and tried to sleep, but none of us slept very well, instead drifting in and our until close to 6:30AM. At that point, we woke up and could not fall back asleep.
I knew Tania wanted to fuck us both again, but I also knew she would not take the initiative without me saying something. I also knew that any nervousness had vanished the night before, and that all three of us being in bed presented the best and most natural chance for a threesome. Since we were all checking out cells at the time for messages, I discreetly texted Tania and told her what I wanted her to do.
She set her cell down, rolled over on her left side, and started kissing Steve while pushing her ass backwards toward me. I slide her shorts and panties off, and started fingering her pussy as she kissed Steve and began stroking his cock, which was immediately rock hard. I slid down toward the bottom of the bed, and began licking her pussy and then sliding my tongue in and out of her cock. After a few minutes, the sounds of their kissing disappeared, replaced by the sounds of her sucking his cock. From between her legs I could see her eagerly sucking his uncircumcised cock. I thought she'd give up after a minute--so far prefers penetration to sucking cock or having her pussy licked--but she actually kept at it for quite some time. She must have been incredibly horny.
Finally, I handed Steve the condoms, and as he put one on, I pulled her back onto her side, rolled her over to face me, and guided her legs open as she and I kissed. Steve slid his cock into her cunt from behind, and started fucking her, gently at first but much harder as time went on. She alternated between kissing him and kissing me, and he and I both used our hands and mouths on her. Finally, I told her to get on her hands and knees so that she could suck my cock while he fucked her from behind. It was the first time she had two cocks inside her at the same time. She fucking loved it.
She stopped sucking me a few minutes before Steve came. She had just laid down on her side again, and she was kissing me as he fucked her from behind. He pulled out, went to the bathroom to ditch the condom and quickly wash his cock off, and then returned. I had just slid my cock deep inside Tania's cunt, and was fucking her deep and slow when he laid down beside her and stared kissing her. She again alternated between kissing him and kissing me while I fucked her, and he and I squeezed her tits and pinched and sucked her nipples. By the time I was ready to cum, she had stroked his cock hard again, and he was ready to take over. I desperately wanted to cum inside her cunt, but I didn't want to interrupt or even ruin a perfect thing. I pulled out at the last moment, exploded into my hand, and ran to the bathroom to clean up. He immediately took over.
When I came out, Tania was on her back, Steve was between her thighs, and she was fingering herself something fierce. She came first, then he came a few minutes later. When he went to the bathroom, I pulled out my cock and Tania sucked it, hungrily. But I knew it was going to be fifteen or twenty minutes before I was ready to go again, so I pulled it from her mouth, started getting dressed and suggested we go get breakfast. Besides, I knew Tania and I would get home around noon, and we'd have plenty of time for me to fuck the hell out of her again before she had to head off to work.
After getting home--and fucking in the bathroom with Tania leaning against the sink with one foot up on the counter and me fucking her from below and behind--we talked about it, and exchanged some text messages with Steve.
Yes, we all loved every minute of it. Yes, the threesome that morning had been far better than taking turns the night before. And yes, we couldn't wait to do it again.
"I fucked two guys at the same time," Tania said to me, a huge grin on her face. "I had two cocks in me at the same time and I fucking loved it." She almost sounded as though she were more proud of herself than I was.
Almost.
I fucking love that woman. And I fucking love fucking that woman.
2 Jan 2012
Magic Eight Ball Says...
Chris almost certainly had the cutest personality of any woman I've ever known. No matter what was going down, she could always find the cutest response to it. This was especially true when she was high, which as I recall was most of the time, or at least when she was hosting a party in her dorm suite, which was, again, most of the time. She was always carrying around a Magic Eight Ball, and any time someone would ask her something, she'd hold the Magic Eight Ball over her head, shake it while repeating the question, and then read the answer out loud. Her cute personality was endearing and somehow delicious.
She was also really cute looking, and had a nice pair of tits, but her body...well, she was thick around the waist, which ruined what would have been an otherwise nice body. Nevertheless, despite the lack of an hourglass shape, she had a bit of a sexiness to her, and when her cuteness was factored in, there was not one guy in the dorms who didn't want to fuck her silly.
One Friday night she and a few others were hosting a multi-suite party spanning three suites and two floors. It seemed like literally everyone in the dorms was there, and of course Kristin and I went, though Kristin got there long before I did because I was working late. It ended up being a really strange night.
When I arrived, I saw Kimberly downstairs with a beer in her hand walking into her suite, where the music was playing. I said hi, and followed her in, thinking that she was going back into the party. She wasn't. "We need more salt for the margaritas we're making upstairs," she said. She went to her cupboard, grabbed the salt, and turned around. She was short and incredibly petite, with a great smile, and medium tits that, because of her size, appeared to be much larger than they actually were. She was wearing a tiny pair of tan shorts, and a brown halter top, and sticking out of both a bit.
"Are you just getting here?" She was a bit drunk, which would have been a good thing except that she and Kristin were pretty good friends. She was also probably the most submissive woman I've ever known. Dangerously submissive, the kind of submissiveness that begs to be taken advantage of. But she was definitely off limits. Definitely.
"Yeah, I just got off work," I said. "The party upstairs?"
"Yeah," she said, "but it's getting a bit boring. Everyone's high, and just sitting around talking now." Her shorts were a little too short, and she wasn't wearing a bra. I had to remind myself that she and Kristin were friends.
She was also really cute looking, and had a nice pair of tits, but her body...well, she was thick around the waist, which ruined what would have been an otherwise nice body. Nevertheless, despite the lack of an hourglass shape, she had a bit of a sexiness to her, and when her cuteness was factored in, there was not one guy in the dorms who didn't want to fuck her silly.
One Friday night she and a few others were hosting a multi-suite party spanning three suites and two floors. It seemed like literally everyone in the dorms was there, and of course Kristin and I went, though Kristin got there long before I did because I was working late. It ended up being a really strange night.
When I arrived, I saw Kimberly downstairs with a beer in her hand walking into her suite, where the music was playing. I said hi, and followed her in, thinking that she was going back into the party. She wasn't. "We need more salt for the margaritas we're making upstairs," she said. She went to her cupboard, grabbed the salt, and turned around. She was short and incredibly petite, with a great smile, and medium tits that, because of her size, appeared to be much larger than they actually were. She was wearing a tiny pair of tan shorts, and a brown halter top, and sticking out of both a bit.
"Are you just getting here?" She was a bit drunk, which would have been a good thing except that she and Kristin were pretty good friends. She was also probably the most submissive woman I've ever known. Dangerously submissive, the kind of submissiveness that begs to be taken advantage of. But she was definitely off limits. Definitely.
"Yeah, I just got off work," I said. "The party upstairs?"
"Yeah," she said, "but it's getting a bit boring. Everyone's high, and just sitting around talking now." Her shorts were a little too short, and she wasn't wearing a bra. I had to remind myself that she and Kristin were friends.
But if she and Kristin were friends, there wouldn't be any upside to her telling Kristin what we were about to do. I walked over and took the beer from her, and drained it. "You look hot tonight," I said. I set down the beer, grabbed her around the waist, and kissed her. She kissed me back. She set the salt down next to the beer without looking, and I picked her up and carried her to her bed.
"Lock the door," she said. I got up and went to the door, flipped the lock and returned. She was naked. Her tits weren't as nice as I'd imagined; I'd thought they'd have been firm enough not to hang off to the side as much as they did, and she had big areolas and small nipples. But I wasn't interested in her tits, I was interested in what lay underneath the small patch of hair between her thighs. She spread her legs invitingly.
I pulled off my shirt and dropped my pants and joined her. We kissed for a bit, until my cock got hard, and then she pushed my briefs off with her feet. She was surprisingly loose and deep for such a small woman, I had not expected her to take me all the way to the hilt so easily. We fucked for about twenty minutes, then I lifted her up as I stood, set her ass down on her desk, and fucked her standing up until I came inside her. I continued thrusting in and out of her while we kissed some more, wanting to drain every last drop of cum into her, then pulled out. My cum gushed out of her gaping cunt onto the floor.
We got dressed, and I volunteered to clean up the mess so that she could return to the party several minutes before I showed up. I didn't want Kristin to see us coming in together.
When I got upstairs and went into Chris' suite, Kimberly was in the other room, on the other side of the bathroom--there were two rooms to a suite, separated by a bathroom--and Kristin was in Chris' room, drinking a beer and smoking a bowl in the front of the room. I smiled at her to let her know I was there, then went in search of a beer. Chris was sitting on the ice chest. "Hey. Can I grab a beer?"
She held the Magic Eight Ball in the air and shook it. "CAN I GET A BEER?" I said, loudly. She lowered it and we looked. "Magic Eight Ball says...it is decidedly so." She stood, I opened the ice chest, and grabbed a Kirin. She sat back down, I sat next to her, and we talked and drank.
After a while I went into the bathroom to take a leak, and afterward went into the other room to see who was in there. Kimberly poured me a margarita, and we chatted for a bit. When my glass was empty, she filled it again, and I left through the bathroom.
The stall door opened. "Oh! You startled me!" Chris said. She had forgotten to lock both doors when she came in to pee. She grabbed my margarita and drained it.
"I was drinking that!" I said, laughing.
She gave me a long look, as if she were contemplating something. "I'm not going to fuck you, you know." That came out of nowhere.
"That's not what I was going to ask." I was confused, but let it go. "But even if I had, wouldn't you have had to ask the Magic Eight Ball?"
She looked at me again for several seconds, then suddenly held up the Magic Eight Ball. "Should I fuck him?" she asked, shaking the ball. When she lowered it, we both read the answer simultaneously: "My sources say no." It was settled. But I wondered what she would have done had the answer been, say, "Signs point to yes."
"Wait," she said. "What were you going to ask?"
Realising half of a Magic Eight Ball's answers were in the affirmative, and that Chris might actually act on an affirmative answer, I took a chance. "Can I eat your pussy?" It was an honest question.
Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened in surprise, but after a few seconds she slowly raised her hand and started shaking. "Can he eat my pussy?" she repeated. "Magic Eight Ball says..."
We both looked: "Yes."
She lowered her hand and we stared at each other. After an uncomfortably long time, she suddenly asked: "Here?"
I lowered myself to my knees, and ran my hands up her legs, pushing her skirt over her hips. She was wearing incredibly plain, white panties, a real turn-off for me, but so be it. The Magic Eight Ball had spoken. I pulled them off and didn't give them a second thought. She leaned back against the sink, lifted her right leg and hooked it over my shoulder, and I sunk my tongue in her cunt.
She had a fairly thick triangle of brown hair covering her mons, but not nearly as much covering her vulva, and her labia parted easily allowing my tongue full access. I alternated between penetrating her cunt, licking her labia, and pulling her clit and hood between my lips and sucking on them. She came hard and fast, lasting just long enough to get me thoroughly aroused.
I picked up her panties, stood and handed them to her. "Thanks." I said. I wanted to tell her she should consider always wearing nice panties, just in case, but refrained.
She could see how aroused I was. My pants were bulging. "I bet you wish the Magic Eight Ball had let you fuck me," she said, smiling.
"Maybe next time," I replied. I grabbed my glass, and then stopped. "Give me the Magic Eight Ball," I said. She handed it to me, and I held it aloft and gave it a good shake. We looked: "As I see it, yes."
"What was the question?" she asked.
I smiled. "Magic Eight Ball says we need more salt." I grabbed my glass and went to find Kimberly.
1 Jan 2012
Fucking in the New Year
Over the (new) years I've probably gotten laid about two dozen times on New Year's Day, with about a dozen different women. And that's how it was going to be tonight, until I realised I'd never been in the middle of the act when the new year arrived. I decided to change that tonight.
At 11:37 Tania slipped into the bedroom and I followed a few minutes later. She was lying on the bed in a slinky, light dress with little yellow flowers that shows off her perfect tits and at times doesn't quite cover her hips. I closed the door, and joined her on the bed. The lights were off, but it was not pitch dark; the curtains and window were open, letting in plenty of light and most of the sounds from the neighbourhood and beyond. Tania looked hot in the moonlight.
Tania is pretty much my ideal woman: tall, smart and Asian, with a kick-ass body and and smoking hot ass. When we fuck, I wish I could bend my back enough to be able to kiss, lick and bite her ass as much as I do her tits. Instead, I settle for mauling her perfect tits as much as she permits, and biting the shit out of other parts of her body, often while marking up her ass with my fingernails. Tania's incredible body is matched by an amazingly sweet and honest personality. The combination is really something.
Tania is also half my age. Fucking much younger women--even half my age--has been an extremely common occurrence for me over the years, so I know it has downsides, and I have experienced most of them myself. But with Tania all of the potential downsides either never materialise, or else when they do, they don't bother her or me. For example, while we grew up in different decades, our formative years shaped by different music, movies, and even cultures, we always seem to find common ground where we can connect. We have both made a commitment to make the effort, and that sustains us.
We kissed for a few minutes, and I squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples for quite some time before we stripped each other. I ran my hands all over her tits and abdomen, and then started fingering her. She sometimes takes a few minutes to warm up and get wet, but not tonight. She is extremely tight, and it sometimes takes some work getting my finger or cock inside her, but once penetrated, she gets extremely wet and viscous, and stays that way for the duration, even when we fuck non-stop for several hours. That's important, because I'm rather above-average in size, and way above average in stamina--I very routinely go for well over an hour before being brought to orgasm, and can often fuck indefinitely until I decide I want to cum.
But that's not what happened tonight. As the new year approached, I moved between her legs, grabbed my cock in my right hand and guided the tip between her wet labia. I thrust inside, getting about half-way, pulled out and thrust again. My cock now buried all the way to the hilt in her warm, wet cunt, we started fucking around the time we heard people outside chanting, "Ten...Nine...Eight..." She wrapped her legs around me, reached her right hand down between us to stroke her clit, and we fucked like crazy. Within moments the fireworks started going off--not in the bedroom but outside--and we saw the lights reflecting off of each other's faces and heard voices coming in through the window admiring the show.
It felt great, and hearing all of the people outside almost made it seem as though we were being watched. As the fireworks finished in an intense crescendo around 12:15 we both came. Hard.
Looks like 2011 ended and 2012 began with a fantasticfuck bang.
At 11:37 Tania slipped into the bedroom and I followed a few minutes later. She was lying on the bed in a slinky, light dress with little yellow flowers that shows off her perfect tits and at times doesn't quite cover her hips. I closed the door, and joined her on the bed. The lights were off, but it was not pitch dark; the curtains and window were open, letting in plenty of light and most of the sounds from the neighbourhood and beyond. Tania looked hot in the moonlight.
Tania is pretty much my ideal woman: tall, smart and Asian, with a kick-ass body and and smoking hot ass. When we fuck, I wish I could bend my back enough to be able to kiss, lick and bite her ass as much as I do her tits. Instead, I settle for mauling her perfect tits as much as she permits, and biting the shit out of other parts of her body, often while marking up her ass with my fingernails. Tania's incredible body is matched by an amazingly sweet and honest personality. The combination is really something.
Tania is also half my age. Fucking much younger women--even half my age--has been an extremely common occurrence for me over the years, so I know it has downsides, and I have experienced most of them myself. But with Tania all of the potential downsides either never materialise, or else when they do, they don't bother her or me. For example, while we grew up in different decades, our formative years shaped by different music, movies, and even cultures, we always seem to find common ground where we can connect. We have both made a commitment to make the effort, and that sustains us.
We kissed for a few minutes, and I squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples for quite some time before we stripped each other. I ran my hands all over her tits and abdomen, and then started fingering her. She sometimes takes a few minutes to warm up and get wet, but not tonight. She is extremely tight, and it sometimes takes some work getting my finger or cock inside her, but once penetrated, she gets extremely wet and viscous, and stays that way for the duration, even when we fuck non-stop for several hours. That's important, because I'm rather above-average in size, and way above average in stamina--I very routinely go for well over an hour before being brought to orgasm, and can often fuck indefinitely until I decide I want to cum.
But that's not what happened tonight. As the new year approached, I moved between her legs, grabbed my cock in my right hand and guided the tip between her wet labia. I thrust inside, getting about half-way, pulled out and thrust again. My cock now buried all the way to the hilt in her warm, wet cunt, we started fucking around the time we heard people outside chanting, "Ten...Nine...Eight..." She wrapped her legs around me, reached her right hand down between us to stroke her clit, and we fucked like crazy. Within moments the fireworks started going off--not in the bedroom but outside--and we saw the lights reflecting off of each other's faces and heard voices coming in through the window admiring the show.
It felt great, and hearing all of the people outside almost made it seem as though we were being watched. As the fireworks finished in an intense crescendo around 12:15 we both came. Hard.
Looks like 2011 ended and 2012 began with a fantastic
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