My first time, part two

My first big cock: The average erect penis is from 4.7 to 6.3 inches and that's been my experience. It all matters in how you use it, guys. A man with a big cock can be fabulous if he is a skilled lover. On the other hand, I've had some average men who were among my best because of the same abilities.

My first experience with size was mixed at best. A fraternity brother had led me to the basement during a party and we fucked. I was still lying, miniskirt hiked up, there trying to catch my breath when another shape appeared, unzipped his pants and displayed the biggest cock I'd yet seen.

He climbed on and pushed in. Between pussy juice and the cum in me I was thankfully well lubed. It still hurt for several minutes, then felt better, then really good. After he was done, I saw a line of guys waiting their turn, grabbed my clothes and ran out.

My first anal sex: I know you guys have been waiting for this. Lots of men had wanted to take me in the ass but I held off until I was married. I didn't have many "firsts" I could offer my husband, but this was a big one.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass," I said during a lovemaking session. He got out KY and put me on my knees.

First he entered by pussy and fucked me slow and sweet. I felt his finger slide into my anus, syncopating with his cock moving in and out of my pussy. Then two fingers. Finally, he pulled out and rested the head of his penis against my perineum, then slowly entered me. "Am I hurting you?" he asked. "No," I said, although it was uncomfortable as he fucked me.

I didn't come from this but it was still thrilling, especially thinking of what my uptight family would think of their little cheerleader honor student getting it up the ass. "You're a very naughty girl, Linda," my husband panted, instinctively understanding. He had a violent orgasm and I felt him shooting in me. He stayed there until he went flaccid and we showered together.

My first public sex: This is a tough one. The summer I lost my virginity, I cheated on my sweet boyfriend with a bad boy from high school on whom I'd had a crush. One night we drove into the country and he fucked me on the hood of his muscle car.

It was wildly erotic to be outside, the breeze running across my legs, my moans and screams out there wafting into the woods. But nobody was there. He said he would never get the dents removed from his hood.

The first "official" time was when I was having an affair with one of my professors — common then, but a fireable offense in our neo-Puritan age.

Believe me, I was not being taken advantage of. Anyway, it was winter and the sun had set early. I went down on him and sucked his cock a long time. Then I sat on his desk and he fucked me. After, I saw that a crowd had gathered at a window of a nearby building and had seen the whole thing. They applauded. I smiled and curtsied. My lover was mortified and always closed the blinds after that.

The voyeur

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Guest post: Walk on the wild side

EDITOR'S NOTE: Male and female readers tell me their stories. Often they don't want them shared. When they do, and I think readers might enjoy them, I put them on the site. So, here's one from a guy. Enjoy, and keep the letters coming. All I ask is that they be true, not fantasies. — Linda Sue


I don't look kinky. I look a guy who would never do such things. That's my secret, and that's my appeal. It doesn't hurt that I'm over six feet tall, have an in-shape body and dress like the successful Wallstreeter that I am. I'm in my late 30's but look much younger (everyone says it but it really is true.) I've never had issues finding sexual partners - be it women or men. My numbers skew heavily in favor of women (100+) and only a handful of men (5). I have had a hard time finding female partners as willing as I am to push the boundaries; the few bi/gay men I've experienced seemed more than comfortable with my propensity for kink. (Please note - there are plenty of women I've been with that challenge this statement - I am speaking generally of course.)

Using that logic - I expect you are wondering why I haven't had more experiences with men? Sexuality is a tricky concept and mine is no exception. I basically identify as a straight man. I love women - love the female form in every way - love fucking and sucking every conceivable part of a woman. My male partners have always just satisfied a curiosity or fulfilled a sexual experience - never crossing into the realm of emotional that can arise with women.

Living in NYC - I tend to mainly play with women there, leaving the road for my same sex dalliances. I like the discreet nature of the road for this and there is the added benefit it is just so much easier to find a male partner willing to engage in casual sex. For guys curious - I'd recommend manhunt or grindr; google it - very easy and very effective. As men are an occasional thing for me - I'm very picky: I like a tall, masculine, athletic man. This last trip I found out that being hung doesn't hurt as well.

This brings us to MLK weekend and my trip to DC. I had begun chatting with a guy online via manhunt and arranged a late drink at a local gay bar in DC on Friday night. The bar was trendy and mid 30s. We had a few martinis and quickly figured out we were attracted to each other. He was late 20's - dark hair, 6 feet +, swimmers build, and very good looking. He seemed like me but only gay identified - he had a good job and seem very interested in the fact I had limited experience with men. A little disclaimer - my same-sex prior to DC consisted mainly of oral interactions or with me topping. I've never really been too interested into topping or bottoming but my only real opposition to it was risk of disease and the potential exposing position of it. We discussed only playing safely but he also assured me he did not have any STDs.

After three martinis he suggested we go back to his apartment instead of my hotel room. His reason were simple - it was closer and cabs weren't readily available. I gladly accepted his invitation. His apartment was a few blocks away - very nice and well appointed. He quickly showed me he latest health test and that put my mind at rest. As I figure most women or men reading this haven't witnessed a gay hook-up - the time from entry into the room to fully naked is pretty quick - less than few minutes. I'm not into kissing men but after we got naked we began exploring each others body.

He took the more dominant position and licked his way down my body. I have to say - I enjoyed playing the more passive role as he pushed me back into the bed and played with my nipples and cock. I was rock hard by the time he actually took me into his mouth. This was clearly the first stop for him, not the end destination... after teasing me a bit he pushed my legs back and dove into my ass with his tongue. I've never had a guy do this to me before but it definitely will not be the last time. He introduced a few fingers into my ass and slowly opened me up along with his tongue. It felt good but I was also hesitant in the direction this hook up was heading.

I suggested a more equitable position and took his cock in his mouth. Sucking cock is an interesting experience - I suggest all guys should try it a few times. I'm not great at it but I can get the job done. I should practice more but again its not my main interest. That being said - I don't like being mediocre at it. I'm not sure if I was terrible or he saw an opportunity but he clearly didn't want me to get him off with my mouth. As he pulled me off his dick he told me he wanted to take my ass.

We proceed to have yet another conversation about safety but unbelievably I heard myself agreeing as long as he used a condom, lube and would stop immediately upon my request. This might be a good time to describe his dick - over 7 inches, pretty thick and cut. I'm not sure why I decided my first time would be with a monster dick like this but I did. He went back between my legs and went quickly to the job of opening me up with his fingers. It wasn't long before he started putting on a condom and lubing my ass. I was on my back having a minor mental freak-out about what was to come all the while he was slowly stroking my very erect cock. As he moved off my cock - he slowly placed the head of his cock into me. Did it hurt? Every single 7 inches. It took about 5 minutes for him to get fully into me. Then he just stayed in me - I was still on my back on the bed and he was standing with my legs splayed. We stayed this way for awhile - he was playing with my dick and letting my get used to that full filling one gets with a cock in your ass.

At this point I need to share two observations - the most astonishing one for me was that I was still hard and the second one being I was actually getting used to his dick being inside me. Then the fucking started slowly at first... Over the next 15 minutes or so it got pretty intense but very enlightening. I learned to take his cock, I learned to manipulate my ass so I could squeeze his cock as it came in, and I found myself legitimately enjoying getting fucked. After we really got into the business of fucking - he came fairly quickly. He returned the favor by going down on me -- it wasn't long before I blew a thick load down his throat. I wanted to go again but it was really late and he didn't seem "up" for round two. A bit disappointing on that front but we had had a lot to drink and it was pushing 3am.

I hope you liked my story. I'm still straight, still kinky, but maybe just bit more open minded. Will I do it again? Who am I kidding - I'm sure I will. I think next time would be more fun with a bi couple.

Losing my other cherry

I didn't have many "firsts" that I could give my ex-husband, but I did save my anal cherry for him.

It wasn't a conscious thing -- I had been horny and open to most anything since college, and seemed to have an amazing ability to get myself in sexual trouble ("sexual sin," my evangelical sister, Amber, would put it). Early on, men loved fucking me from behind -- my ass was a magnet for guys, and they would tell me how sexy it looked to fuck me from behind, seeing my long back spread into my hips, and back then I also had longer red hair flopping around. I let a few men finger me in the ass and it felt good, especially the friction along the sensitive skin of my perineum. But I was a little tight girl, and I was afraid to let them fuck me there. If they tried, I would pull forward and change the position. A couple begged, but I was afraid of the pain.

My first husband was if nothing else a gentleman and a gentle, caring lover. He also had a nice, average cock -- nothing monstrous or scary. That definitely helped his cause here. For whatever reason, after I turned 30, I began to think more and more about anal sex. One long Sunday afternoon was spent in bed, fucking, sucking and him giving me exquisite cunnilingus. After a brief nap, we were at it again. Did I tell you I was wearing a white garter belt and sheer white stockings? He was fucking me missionary style and I looked up at him.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass," I said.

His face was like that of a man who had just won the lottery, but I could see he was trying to be cool about it. He got the KY out of the bedside table drawer and I got on my hands and knees. I felt his cock push back in my pussy, and my mini-orgasm contractions began almost immediately. He fucked me awhile this way, gently, rhythmically, then breaking into a hard, fast fucking ("Don't come yet," I gasped) before slowing down again.

I heard the plastic pop on the KY and felt the cool gel around the sensitive edge of my ass. He fucked me slowly and slipped a finger inside my anus. It felt good, as usual. I was very aroused, but also apprehensive. The next feeling was fuller: he has put two fingers inside and was finger-fucking my virgin ass. It felt very odd and arousing to process the sensation of his cock in my pussy and this thickness in my anus. My pussy flooded with new lubrication, mixing with the sperm I already had inside me. He pushed my shoulders down and I put my head on the sheets, my hands in front of me to steady myself.

"Does that hurt?" he asked.

"No."

His fingers went away and he pulled out. A few seconds later, the head of his cock was rubbing against my perineum. It felt great and he didn't give me time to change my mind. He pushed into my well-lubed anus. This was new. Different from the feeling of cock-in-pussy. It wasn't quite as intense physically, except for the feeling of being very filled up. Now he felt huge and even though he was fucking me slowly and the rubbing against my perineum was very, very nice...this sharp pain overtook me.

"Hurting," I managed as he pushed me forward and pulled me back with his strokes and his hands steady on my hips. But I knew he was a gentleman, so I added, "Don't stop." I had no pain when I lost my pussy cherry -- I was an athletic girl -- so this was new and I had nothing to compare it.

I tilted my pelvis and it hurt less. I thought about what a taboo I was breaking considering my repressed upbringing and almost came from the mental turn-on alone. Pain and pleasure. "Fuck me in the ass," I half groaned, half screamed. And he did, until he screamed and ejaculated inside me.

How long did he last? To me it was about twenty minutes -- he claimed it was about five. I hurt for days afterward. But we were back at it soon (pun intended), and I learned how to angle myself to handle it. He grew to love it, not only because he loved my ass, but because he got into the taboo turn-on thing, as well. And he was always good never to try to fuck my pussy after he had been inside my ass. Anal sex was never my favorite, but I do love it in its special way, especially when it brings out my inner submissive. I've had big guys try to fuck me in the ass, but they can rarely get far inside. My ex -- he could do deep and it got to where it felt great, and I loved feeling semen leak out of my ass. So forbidden. Linda Sue, you bad bad bad girl.

How I spent my day (getting) off

It was a wonderfully exhausting couple of days, starting with a day off Monday.

My new married man, David, came over and fucked me on the floor just a few steps inside the door. He likes to take me and be masterful, which as you know, appeals to a certain submissive side (when I want it). Kisses and caresses and a steady but sure push on my waist down to the throw rug, where my jeans and panties came off. He was in a suit and just pulled down his pants enough as he mounted me and fucked me hard, his tie sometimes lashing against my face. My ass was hard against the rug and the floor, so I felt every thrust deep in my pussy.

I wrapped my legs against him and fucked him back, doing a little circular motion with my hips, feeling my orgasm starting with little contractions. Then he slung my ankles over his shoulders and really rammed into me, his balls slamming against my bare ass. I could tell he was so into my loud responsiveness...encouraging him with "fuck me" and "David!" and "fuck me hard" and various calling on my higher power. He came with a loud moan and fell on top of me.

For all you size junkies, he's average, nicely thick, good cock head. It allows us to do things, if you get my drift. About an hour later, he had me face down on the bed. "I want you to fuck me in the ass," I said. We were completely naked by that point (his knees were still red from fucking me on the floor!). With some KY help, he easily slipped inside. His wife Linda had never let him fuck her in the ass, and he came almost immediately. I made him stay there, half-erect, as I just felt that nice cock in my forbidden zone and all the juices slipping out of my anus and pussy. I'm also a sheet clencher when fucked from behind, which turns guys on. But it just comes...pun intended...naturally. No artifice there.

I also learned his Linda won't play dress-up. I'll remedy that next time. At least with this affair he won't risk calling out the wrong name when he's back home fucking wifey.

That night, Chad came by. The fun was just beginning.

The goodbye fuck

I love juggling multiple lovers, especially when they don't know about each other. It's thrilling. The ultimate fuck you to my sexually repressed upbringing.

So I've got the Lieutenant. And I've got Wendy. Young and strong, fuck me all night. And this dear woman who is so needy for real physical loving. I had a brief fling with an older woman years ago -- it weirded me out because it was clear she was a lesbian looking for a young wife. In Wendy's case, I am the power player. My late-night fear: She might fall in love with me.

Wendy is discovering kink. The other night she came over after being fucked twice. Her married lover had snuck away for a quickie after work. And her husband -- perhaps sensing something new in the sexual time-space continuum -- had also banged her. I had her sit on my face while I tongue-fucked her, tasting the mingled semen of both men. Then I had her come down so I could French kiss her with the delightful concoction. Both fucks had been fast and graceless, but she loved tasting the results from my mouth. We both came violently in a long bout of love-making.

What I really want to talk about is the "goodbye fuck." I think this is exclusively a female phenomenon, but I'd be interested in what readers think.

By "goodbye fuck," I mean when a woman chooses to sleep with a male colleague who is about to move to a new job or assignment in another location. I've done this a couple of times, and the delight comes from a couple of sources. First, you can sexually sample a guy you've had your eye on, but for whatever reason never bedded him. Second, it's a guaranteed one-night stand -- he's leaving -- and yet it's safe, knowable, controllable.

(ADDENDUM: Let me explain more about what I mean when I say "female phenomenon." Guys will generally fuck anything, anytime. Women generally control whether it happens -- and usually it doesn't; think of all the girls and women you wanted to fuck and never had a chance. So to me, in most cases, only the woman has the power of the sexual landscape to bestow a real "goodbye fuck" on a lucky guy. Maybe some incredibly charismatic men can do the same, but I am a little skeptical. Even these guys would have already fucked the woman, if they were attracted and had the sexual power to get what they wanted.)

I gave one goodbye fuck to a professor in graduate school just after I graduated. I knew he had his eye on me and that he liked redheads -- his wife was one. I came by his office, said goodbye and he gave me a hug. We lingered in each other's arms. He kissed me, lightly at first -- and then when I didn't resist, he slipped his tongue between my teeth. We went back to my apartment and fucked twice that afternoon before he had to go home. Quite a thick cock for such a slender, short geeky guy. The next day I left town to begin my training in Virginia.

Another goodbye fuck was with an older male colleague, who was leaving for an overseas posting. We had a drink with some of the gang and he walked me to the Metro station. There we embraced and I kissed him. We had quite a little PDA going that continued into a hotel room and an all-night romp. I let him fuck me in the ass, too. Next day, gone. I know both guys loved it because they were thinking exactly what I was: No strings.

I think about this knowing the LT will be gone soon. He's got to punch his ticket in Afghanistan if he's going to keep rising, and he's eager to get out there. It's that leaving vibe that has his girlfriend eager to get married. Sigh. I can't give him the classic goodbye fuck because we're already screwing several times a week. But I'll give him a farewell he won't forget.

Complications

I wish I could give you boys (and curious girls) a porno style ending to the Wendy saga, but real life doesn't work out that way.

After I brought her off, we went in my bedroom and I held her. She really seemed to love that. It's something many men just can't bring themselves to do. At some point, I took her hand and placed it on my breast while I kissed her. Then I put her hand down between my legs. My pussy was sopping wet, and she started to gently finger me while we kissed. I was shaking with arousal, stroking her hair, trying to ease her head in the direction of my crotch.

Suddenly, she jumps up and runs to the bathroom, barely shutting the door. I hear her throwing up, then the flushing of the toilet. We'd each had about one bottle of red wine between us. When she came back out, she looked green around the gills and staggered out to the living room. By the time I got there, she was dressing.

"I just can't, Linda," she said. "It's just not me. We can't ever do this again."

"Okay." I felt pussy juice running down my thigh. In a few minutes, the door closed and Wendy was gone. Another lover who will deny something ever happened between us. Sigh...I loved bringing her off and giving her some sensual lovemaking. She seemed like she needed it. I went back to bed, used my imagination and got myself off. Definitely not as much fun when you're flying solo. But I had Wendy's wonderful scent still on my face.

The next morning my headache was added to by a call from my sister, Amber.

"Justin raped me last night," she said. I wanted to say, How long has it been since you've fucked your husband? But I didn't. I just responded sympathetically and waited.

"He made me do things," Amber said. "He sodomized me!"

My headache was going away in a hurry. There's always been a bit of the voyeur in me. Did he fuck her in the ass or just make her suck him off -- with Amber one wouldn't know. Until she said, "I can barely walk. I don't know if I should go to the doctor..."

I asked her if she was bleeding. She said no. Ah, that neighborhood of Sodom.

"I think you'll be fine," I said. "But you and Justin need to get counseling."

"I've asked him to talk to Pastor Bob."

Great. Pastor Bob sounds like the name of a pedophile hiding inside a judgmental little prick who would tell Justin sex is only justified for making babies, but I'm a cynic. I asked where she was, and she said at home. Where was Justin? In the next room.

"Maybe you need to take (I named my nephews) and go be with mom and dad until things call down."

"I don't want to do that," Amber said. "I just don't know why he's always after me for, you know... It makes me feel so dirty. I just don't want to...I just don't know why he can't keep his hands off me, act like an adult and not an animal?"

I think: Well, maybe because he's a normal horny guy and you're a beautiful young woman -- definitely prettier than me, and with big boobs. It's not that I'm totally unsympathetic -- Justin's dick would definitely hurt getting sis's anal cherry.

Then, "When he...you know...as he was finishing with me...when he..."

"When he came?"

"When he came," she said. "When he came, he called our your name. He screamed and called out your name!"

Be careful what you wish for

I ran into an old friend from my twenties. I'll call her Kerry to protect the innocent. As with many people, Kerry just sees me as Linda with the dull government job. We were pretty well-lubricated (with booze, ye dirty minds) when she opened up about the breakup of her marriage a few years back.

I first knew her when she was married to...let's call him Dave. They owned a nice gallery in Georgetown (Kerry is from money) and were a fun couple to hang out with. Kerry has perfectly straight blond hair, a killer figure and knows just how to dress to be sexy without being slutty. Dave was chiseled handsome, the perfect product of an Ivy. I was never particularly attracted to him. But Kerry tells me now that he really wanted to fuck me. He asked if she would invite me to join them in a threesome.

Kerry had never done anything like that before, and automatically said no. She also seems like a woman who would have absolutely no interest in another female -- her loss. Anyway, I feigned shock and sympathy -- all the while thinking about what an fun tryst it would have been. I knew them through a combination dry spell and flings with Bad Men. I could have used a little loving.

Still, Dave kept pestering her. But she countered with a threesome involving two men. Dave backed away from that, but confessed that he had a fantasy to see another man fuck his pretty blond wife. At this point, I am thinking this sounds like one of those delicious stories on the Kristen Archives, but I just sipped my martini and listened. Kerry let it drop, but obviously it was like dropping crumbs in front of birds for Dave. He kept bringing it up. Finally, she decided to call his bluff. And she warned him, he might not like it. "I would just have died to watch him make love to another woman."

I think by this time their marriage was starting to get shaky anyway -- why do people get married in their twenties when they don't even know who the hell they are yet? An older man had been putting the moves on Kerry for some time. So one night she took him to a bar and popped the question. And not being a damned fool, he said, oh, yes! I wish I could have gotten lots of gory details, but alas, she was mostly ladylike. She did aver that it was the best fucking of her young life, and they did "everything" -- including things that she had never done for Dave. After the man left, they had a huge fight, him accusing her of being a slut, etc. Guys can be so stupid when they underestimate how unbalanced sexual power is.

Sadly, she didn't sound hot reliving the story, so I kept it low-key. I did tell her I had been a couple of threesomes and would highly recommend it. She smiled and said she's think about it.

The secret life of men

The poll to your right tells me that more men than will admit it have gotten it on with other men. As for women, it's hard to tell -- I suspect most readers here are male, so the poll may be weighted against girl-on-girl confessions. I've loved my few female experiences, but in the end...and everywhere else...I gotta have cock.

Apparently the same has been true for some of my male readers. Interesting, too, is how many of these liaisons were unplanned. There's a little guilt or regret shown, but mostly they liked it. Mikey liked it. (Mikey will eat anything).

My sense is there's a much deeper, primal taboo inside most men about homosexuality than there is with women. We're natural touchers, and more than once in my life a friendly hug with a female has evolved into caresses that were first comforting, then sexual, then kisses, perhaps tentative...let me try this out...and then...Linda likes it.

Men are different. Now, some are gay of course, and a few are bi, but I'm especially interested in the guys who are straight but either by happenstance or walking on the wild side ended up with a cock in their mouth. I know how wonderful every blowjob is for me. I remember my first vividly. How is it the first time for the average suburban straight guy who never thought he'd have a dick sliding between his lips? (For being so "hard," they're so wonderfully soft, aren't they?). And when that first rush of sperm comes out...I swallowed as fast as I could, surprised at the taste and smell and force of his ejaculation (he was 17, after all). Did you? And did you drive back home to wifey with a mouth full of sperm, or semen running out your anus, feeling flush with accomplishment and guilt?

I'm getting aroused just writing this.

I was dating a man who said he'd be open to a threesome with another guy. We got very hot talking about it, and he was obviously aroused when I said I wanted to see the two of them play together. Alas, he chickened out. Which is a shame, because I wanted to see his first time.

I try to resist that last leaving-town temptation

I've loved your kinky stories -- they've given me some hot masturbation material as I have endured celibacy with work taking me from Paris to Berlin, Brussels and, well, I'd better not say.

So you want to know about Justin? Oh, yes, sleeping with my "hood" brother-in-law, after his years of hitting on me. It was one of the most irresponsible things I've ever done, so of course I couldn't eventually resist it. I can be completely straight and narrow on everything but sex.

I spent the days after my going-away party letting my little pussy readjust, and my mind wander back to fond memories. (Read about them here, here here and here). I am packing and thinking, it's good to be getting out of town. Good to be getting away from the inevitable tryst that will blow up my life -- and the playtime with Justin is a very good candidate. C-4 explosive.

So I am slowly saying goodbye to my Seattle condo (where so much good sex has happened), hoping Justin doesn't "drop by" and partly hoping he does. That is Bad Linda talking. As usual, Bad Linda prevails.

I'm already asleep when there's a banging as the door. Justin looms through the fisheye. All I have on is a T-shirt, but I open the door. He comes in with an angry stride -- he and Amber have had a fight. He's at his most macho, masculine, strangely attractive this way -- at least in small doses. So I let him grab me up and start kissing me, while rubbing my bush and pussy that are exposed by the raised T-Shirt. I feel his big cock expanding down the left leg of his jeans.

Back in the bedroom, he just wants to fuck me, but I lay him down and undress him as he complains about my sister. He's not complaining by the time I have him naked and start stroking his cock. It stands up straight and grandly in the ambient light, like some monument to the gods of fucking. But as I start to kiss and lick, I can smell pussy. Not mine.

"Did you fuck her tonight?"

"Mmmm-hmmmm."

So here it is -- my sister's pussy scent and dried pussy juice on my lover's penis. In the abstract, it's strange and compelling. In the flesh before me, it's primal. I am a bad, sick girl, my good-girl voice says. But I am fascinated and turned on. I imagine Amber: the brunette to my red hair, the sister with big boobs, but not my fine legs. Her scent is strong like mine, but somehow different, too. I inhale and run my nose and tongue around his crotch. I make him tell me how he fucks her and I slowly suck his cock. He is blue-collar and inarticulate, but I stop sucking if he stops talking. Amber is a pure missionary girl -- won't even ride him. If she comes, he can't tell. He always has to initiate sex. I stop and make him give me the primal stuff. How it feels. Does she wrap her legs or keep them wide? "She says I'm too big for her..." I go back to worshipping this cock. Soon I let him just enjoy it and am madly sucking and jerking the shaft when he comes. He shoots strongly into the back of my mouth. No wonder they have four kids -- after fucking her, he still has enough semen left to nearly choke me.

We spent the next hour fucking -- he has a wonderful recovery time. And it is surprisingly tender. I let him fuck me in all sorts of positions -- my pussy is very ready to be fucked again. I let him fuck me in the ass, finally. He can get about half the way in. I have a strong orgasm myself. And then I steer him toward the door. He can't stay here tonight. He needs to get back to being a husband. And I am leaving myself. And this big, tall, macho guy cries as I hold him. Then he's gone and the locking of the door sounds unusually loud in the cool night.

My going-away party, Part IV

By this time I am starting to lose my bearings, all I have is a riot of sensations -- my clit aches for need of an orgasm, my pussy has that high-voltage quiver of being repeatedly fucked, my face is covered with another woman's pussy juice -- mingled with a man's semen -- my legs are noodly and shaky, come running out of me is tickling my anus, and the room reeks of sex. Nobody speaks. After the woman's orgasm, the only voice is mine, moaning, begging to come.

Hands untie me, while other hands gently caress my belly and thighs. Mouths suck on my nipples, getting me worked up all over again -- one of the mouths is topped by a scratchy mustache. The other mouth must be the woman -- her hair falls on me -- and she sucks hard. I groan loudly, whisper, "that feels so good." They turn me over and rearrange me. It's all very gentle and silent, and now I am on my knees, my ass high in the air, my arms resting on a pillow.

I expect another dick in me from behind. Instead, the bed leans in a little and a body is in front of me. Now I have hands free to explore. It's a man's body, with hairy legs and a flat belly and a fat, short cock. I let my hands roam and feel it encased in soft foreskin. I just barely brush my hands across it. Time for somebody else to get played. I kiss, lick and bite the tops of his thighs, run my tongue in circles around his belly button. With one hand, I reach up and pinch his nipples. I hear him start to breathe heavily.

I approach his cock slowly. First, I cup his balls in my hands and lick them. Some men want it rough with their balls sucked. But you never know. It can be painful for most guys, so I take it easy. They are tight and close to his dick, with soft skin and little hair. He's clearly enjoying this way too much. So I start lightly licking his cock. It's almost like an artillery round in shape -- of it feels that way: I am still blindfolded. But the skin is so soft. I flick my tongue up and down and in circles. He lets out a baritone moan.

Now I pull down the foreskin and inhale the man smell. I jerk him off gently while kissing his belly. My ass is still invitingly in the air, and this is brought home to me when suddenly the other side of the mattress is depressed and I feel a man positioning himself behind me. I try to lick and please my uncut man, running my tongue around his exposed head, but my pussy is having pre-quake jitters in anticipation of what's to come.

Any woman who tells you every cock feels the same (except for the really big boys) isn't paying attention. Each is delightfully different. And now I feel that distinct, sweet pain of the big head of Chris's cock pushing into my vagina. Even though I've already been opened up by a monster and am gushing pussy juice and come, his head still gets my attention. Selfish bitch that I am, I ram myself against him, letting it fill me up, and let out a pre-orgasm scream.

But he's having none of it. His strong hands firmly grip my hips and he won't really fuck me. God! He stays inside, then slowly withdraws, then oh-so-slowly slides back in. All the while, he keeps control. I am breathless. But I keep working on the fat little cock before me. It slides into my mouth and I gently suck while cupping and caressing his balls. Next I move my head up and down a few times, just to get things started. This is going to be fun...

Then a big rope of semen explodes into the back of my throat and the man screams a profanity and grabs my head. I am swallowing as fast as I can as two, three, four big ejaculations fly into my mouth. It tastes like very salty, pungent pea soup. Haven't swallowed so much in awhile -- he must be young. I ease up the pressure and manage his orgasm, so it feels good, not to painfully intense, and he's soon just moaning and stroking my hair. His cock collapses and I lick up the rest of his come from his pubic hair. The taste of come stays in my mouth, keeps my throat sticky, and I can feel the thick semen on its way into my stomach.

Now Chris really starts to fuck me. Piston, whatever fucking analogy you want this is it. He does the move where he angles his hips as he fucks, letting his cock touch different areas inside me. Incredible feeling. It doesn't take long before I am seeing colors at the edges of my eyes and my feet are burning. My pussy gives some powerful contractions and then the first orgasm just annihilates me. He just keeps fucking. I have buried my head in the belly of my uncut friend and I am screaming and moaning, whimpering unintelligible fuck talk. Yes, I claw the sheets... A finger slips into my anus, finger-fucking me with KY while Chris's dick is fucking my pussy. He's done this before, in preparation to taking my ass. This time, though, he's so aroused that all he can do is suddenly pull out of my pussy and slide into my anus before he comes. I am filled up with cock and semen and he collapses on me. We're all in a heap, gasping and moaning.

Everybody had another turn, at least. I can't tell you how many times I was fucked or in how many positions. I rode the heavy-set man and came again. Chris gave me a sweet missionary fuck, my legs wrapped around his waist and hips. The woman and I sixty-nined, and I just got to the plateau and couldn't get off, but she came again. Then, above my face, I felt a cock slide into her and I licked it and her as she was fucked. Later, I sucked the semen out of her. The first guy, the skinny one with the impossibly large cock, gave me a hell of a shafting from behind -- really rough this time, hard to adjust my pelvis to take all of him -- but I had another shattering orgasm. The only rule was that I couldn't take off the blindfold.

It seemed as if we had taken a pause. I was lying there, as well-fucked as a woman could be. After awhile, my nose itched and I thought, what the hell. I took off the blindfold. The room was empty. Nobody but me and the semen-stained sheets.

A single red rose was on the pillow next to me. I could barely walk the next day.

Losing my (other) virginity

When I was in my twenties, many men tried to fuck me in the ass. This usually happened in the heat of a passionate, headboard-banging doggie-style fucking. He might start fingering my anus, and then I would feel him pull out and put his cockhead right on the tip of my virgin asshole. I just couldn't do it. I would always say no, then slide forward so he couldn't do it.

Don't get me wrong, I loved it when a more prepared and sophisticated lover would whip out the KY or Astroglide and finger my anus while he licked me or fucked me. He might reach around and do it while I rode him. A couple were dexterous enough have one finger in my anus, another caressing my perineum and a cock inside me. The orgasms were always very intense. My perineum is very sensitive and I love it when a man touches me there. But, still, I was afraid of anal intercourse.

Maybe some of this was my repressed upbringing, but I had always been turned on by breaking those boundaries. I think one element was that I had taken some large cocks, starting with the drunken football player who fucked me at the frat house way back in college. Some of these monsters had made me feel like I was being split open, at first, but usually my pussy relaxed and accommodated them quite nicely, and I loved that filled up feeling. But I knew my anus was not built to expand that way. And I always wanted pleasure, not pain.

I finally crossed the threshold with my future (and later ex) husband. Like the best of my lovers, he was very playful, uninhibited, always horny, inventive and, at just the right times, gentle. He also had what seemed to me a perfect cock: about average length, but with a nicely thick shaft and a beautiful head. It's still the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. At work and at home, I could fantasize about that cock in my ass. We did a lot of buildup, with fingering and rimming. He was on fire from the moment I said, "I want you to fuck me in the ass."

He did his usual long, magical foreplay...lots of kissing, holding, caressing, leg licking...cunnilingus. I had already had one orgasm. I fucked him on top, and he fucked me missionary, then with my legs up under his arms. Finally, I was on my knees, my ass high in the air, my head down on the mattress. He told me how beautiful I looked as he slowly fucked my pussy from behind. He opened the KY and fingered my ass, then slipped in one finger. He finger fucked my anus as he cock-fucked my pussy. He told me what an amazing feeling it was to feel both going in and out. (And he had been very careful to trim his fingernails; hint to you gentlemen). Then he started fucking me with two fingers. It felt good.

Then I felt his cock on my anus and he gently slid it in. It had been well slathered with KY, too. Wow...I could feel it. A very different feeling from a cock in my pussy. I adjusted my pelvis and back, and it felt better. He was all the way in and started to very gently fuck me. I liked it. Liked the fullness, the sense of ultimate surrender. Then it just really started to hurt, and as turned on as I was, I moaned "hurting..." and he pulled out. As I say, he was a gentleman. A hood might have just taken me and fucked me anyway. Would I have liked that or not? Anyway, that was my first time.

About a week later he was fucking me hard from behind, fingering my ass with one KY'd finger -- though he often did this. He was moaning himself, I was screaming...and suddenly I felt his cock slide right into my anus as he came. I couldn't feel him shooting inside me the same way I can when a man comes in my pussy. But it felt very forbidden and nasty and I came again myself. As he often did, he stayed hard and just gently fucked my ass for a few minutes. It felt great. My anal virginity was gone, semen was in my anus and I could hear and feel it sloppily running out as he fucked me.

New horizons were ahead.

Thoughts about that ideal lover

As the poll indicates, most people want a lover with experience...but not too much. I've been discussing this with some of my male and female colleagues.

There is that group that wants a virgin they can teach how to fuck. One male friend actually got that and it seemed to work out well for him. "She kept telling me, 'teach me how...'," he said. So she enthusiastically learned how to suck cock and swallow. She asked him to fuck her in the ass. A number of women friends talked about the older men who taught them the moves -- even if they weren't virgins, they were very inexperienced -- and they were eternally grateful. One man told me how he was initiated by a woman 10 years his senior. Of course the danger is that the virgin won't ultimately like sex. And, she just doesn't have the moves of someone who has had several lovers. This is what I don't get about the "stay a virgin until you're married" thing -- how do you know you will be sexually compatible. My sister and her husband fall into this camp.

The very experienced carry ghosts and baggage with them. I had girlfriends tell me that they loved the skill of their experienced lovers, but they couldn't bear to think about how the men had acquired it. That green-eyed monster of jealousy.

For the ones who get off with their long-time spouse and partner - you're lucky (if you're being honest). I like variety and edge and change. I was a cute young thing as a virgin, but I was probably a lousy lay. (Once a boyfriend told me he got off just by looking at me as he fucked me -- he meant it as a compliment). It was only with multiple lovers, different moves, men (and a couple of women, yay!) who would challenge me and push me out of my comfort zones, that I became who I am. But I don't think I have filled a phone book, not by a long-shot.

The joy of a younger man

It's been awhile since I had a chance to talk with my friend Kathleen, so we caught up over wine this weekend. As you'll recall, Kathleen got involved with the young stud I had a steamy affair with last year. I introduced them in a wild evening that culminated with the three of us in bed.

Kathleen is a pretty brunette in her forties and had been in a loveless, sexless marriage for a long time. She also wasn't all that sexually experienced, but she was curious and had a spark in her eye. She and Mike the Stud took to each other and it gave me the chance to make an easy exit. I had been concerned that he would kick her to the curb and hurt her. So far that hasn't happened. So here's the debrief, in Kathleen words, paraphrased and direct-quoted by me.

"The biggest change for me is the frequency of sex. My ex-husband might get drunk and climb on top of me once or twice a year, hump me for two minutes and fall asleep. Mike is voracious. He spends a lot of time at my place, and it's not unusual to be fucked three times in a night, on a work night. And we're not talking about two minutes. He has great control and fucks me for a long time. We do every conceivable position -- stuff I had never tried before -- but, as you know Linda, he loves doggie...

"He's the first man I ever did anal with. It was out of the question with my ex, and before him I had only two boyfriends, one in college and one when I was starting out at work. Neither tried it. Mike likes to fuck me in the ass. He's got a big cock -- you remember -- but I really love the way he fills me up. I've had three children and don't know if that makes a difference. I could barely feel my ex. Mike, oh, I feel Mike. It took me some time to learn how to relax and go with it in my ass. He can't get it all the way in, but it doesn't hurt.

"He likes it rough, likes to play tie-up and stuff like that. I can slow him down. Sometimes I just push against his belly to slow him down, and sometimes I squeeze his balls to get his attention. I'm not going to let the balance swing too far. But he can also give me just a great regular fuck. I'd never had anything like it. I've learned to be a good cocksucker, and oh god does he come. It's taken me time to learn to swallow it. Thick, smelly, nasty! I had next to no experience in that. He loves my breasts, loves to have me sit on his belly and dangle them in front of his face while he sucks my nipples hard for what seems like an hour. It drives me absolutely nuts. To have this handsome young man find me attractive is a huge ego boost.

"He still talks about you sometimes. He loves the way you could come in multiple orgasms. I'm not that way. I heat up slow -- I've made him learn to be patient with cunnilingus and with me riding him -- and then I have a big orgasm. But I've also learned to do a lot of moaning and stuff for him as he fucks me after I've come. Don't get me wrong, it still feels great...I'm just not going to have another orgasm that night. But it feels great...

"He's taught me kink. There was the time in the bar where he made me go down on him while you watched. He likes public sex. He's fucked me in an alley once with people walking by on the street not twenty feet away. When we go out he likes it if I dress provocatively, showing off my breasts. He likes it when men notice me, and I do, too. Sometimes he ties me up and puts on a blindfold and we play games. He says he wants to bring in some friends and blindfold me and go from there. I'm not sure I'm ready for that...yet."

Women and doggy: my take

Me wonders if some men are voting in the poll, considering that doggie is the winning position so far. Most of the woman I know prefer missionary for lovemaking, and on top when the want to come (I'm fortunate in being able to come in virtually every position).

One of my early lovers initiated me into doggy. He was very athletic and into all sorts of positions -- he had a kama sutra book in his bookshelf. It was all new for me, being a college girl whose early lovers mostly wanted to hop on top and come as fast as they could.

Doggie provoked some mixed emotions. It felt very different. He was average size, and could really get in there when he fucked me from behind. It obviously felt great for him, because he would come pretty quickly once we switched. I liked trying something new, and I loved it the first time I looked back and saw his face: he was so happy and into it. I realized he got off seeing my back and ass, seeing his cock disappear into me, and, he said, it was a very tight feeling. I didn't like not being able to see his face.

Since then, I have been fucked doggie by most of my major lovers. I learned to find the position, with my head down and ass high, that made it work best. One well-hung guy fucked me with my legs inside his legs, if you can visualize that. That way he could fuck me with abandon without hurting me. Skilled lovers would fuck me with their cock coming in at different angles as they rotated their hips -- major turn-on. I love being bent over a piece of furniture, or even just head down standing there, while the right-height man fucks me standing up, my dress still on. Eventually I lost my anal cherry, too.

I learned to be aroused by the primal nature of it, not seeing him, being taken from behind...if a relationship was getting old, I will confess to fantasizing about another man while the current boyfriend fucked me that way. And some of my post powerful orgasms have "come" from being taken this way.

But my favorite all-time position? Probably not. But I'd love some comments from women (or men)...

Mary Beth tells all about call girls and powerful men

Mary Beth came over last night for wine, Thai food and a long talk about our favorite subject, sex. As you know, Mary Beth turned a chance encounter in college into an entrepreneurial gold mine. She was a coed hooker. We talked about many things sexual, but I wanted her specifically to weigh in on the troubles of New York Gov. Eliot Spitzer, or, as the Daily Show dubbed him, the Luv Guv.

Linda Sue: So did you ever fuck a governor?

Mary Beth: No, but I did pick up a few high-powered clients over time. Remember, most of the time I worked for myself. I tried to be very careful, using referrals from one man to the next. I was very discreet and never greedy. I did work for an agency for a few months, which was also interesting. Anyway, I had a city councilman, a couple of members – ha! – of the state Legislature. There were some very rich businessmen, at least one of whom was later on the cover of BusinessWeek.

LS: Which one surprised you the most?

MB: Without a doubt, it was when I fucked the president of the university. Fortunately, he didn’t know I was a student.

LS: How were they different from your other johns?

MB: They tended to be paranoid, very careful. A couple had bodyguards that stayed outside, but most tried to be as anonymous as possible. They were all Type As, very intense, very bossy. A few were nice men, but most were kind of cold and selfish, almost like I wasn’t there. But they liked me. They liked the idea of fucking this sweet young thing. One liked me to dress up like a school girl, another loved me in a tennis skirt. They pretty much were into the same things as other men, but that also means they could get pretty intense and rough as they worked out whatever stresses or issues they had in their lives. They liked it that I would do what their wives wouldn’t, blowjobs, anal, different positions…that I really seemed to liked sex and came.

LS: Ever fake an orgasm?

MB: No. I love to come. I did learn to tailor my responses, at least a little. If they got turned on by a screamer and scratcher, I could do that. When I really come, I usually don’t scream.

LS: I can barely contain myself, so it’s a good thing I don’t have kids. Any kinky stuff?

MB: The college president was into light bondage and a blindfold. That was about the most. I wouldn’t go for anything heavy duty or scary. Remember, I vetted them in advance.

LS: Did you think less of them for going to you, or think about their wives.

MB: I didn’t think less of them. Remember, I was a kid and pretty selfish in some ways. I did this because I could rebel, I loved sex, but I especially loved the money. I never think badly of a customer. I didn’t think about the wives. I figured, hey, you can’t satisfy your husband, so not my problem. The hubris of a cute 20-year-old, what can I say? Now that I am married and have children, I am more ambivalent about this. I think men in general will stray, and it’s how you decide to deal with it. Having said that, it would really hurt me if my husband, C****, did it, whether it was with a hooker or a girlfriend. Now I do think I probably kept some marriages together by giving the men an outlet. But I can really see both sides. But there’s a reason it’s the oldest profession.

LS: You said you worked for an agency. I never knew that.

MB: Yeah, that was an adventure. It was very high-class and safe. I had a driver who was a former cop. Got a good cut of the money, which was very good. But it also produced the scariest episode, which probably caused me to get out of it for good.

LS: Let’s tell that story another day…How about a refill?

Why Linda Sue loves doggy

What is it about men and doggie-style? My new lover is no different. He loves to take me from behind, especially to finish our love-making that way. Often he does it after he's brought me off in another position -- but then he wants me on my knees, my ass high, my head down low.

I've never known a man who wasn't wildly attracted to the position. It started with my very first lover. Some of my long-lasting athletes -- the ones who can even withstand my killer pelvis oscillation that makes lesser men lose it -- these guys come quickly once they're fucking me from behind. I've asked men about it. They love seeing a woman's ass, they say. They love seeing her head down, the length of her back, her ass so inviting. I also think there's something about the savage vulnerability and anonymity about the position.

For me, that cuts two ways. I can get into those two things, too, in the right mood. Sometimes, while my real lover pounds into me, I fantasize that a beautiful man I saw on the street is fucking me, or I am being taken by a man who I've been attracted to. Sometimes I have other fantasies. But it can get scary. And it's less intimate. I love to fuck face-to-face and hold each other for dear life.

I do appreciate a man who knows how to fuck doggie. Yes, there's a time to drive right in and rut like animals. Oh, but I love a man who takes his time...caresses my ass and the backs of my thighs. He eases his cock into me, especially if it's thick. He slowly enters me and lets me adjust to him. But he knows when to surprise me too...after those teasing short strokes, he drives it in with such force that my head is forced forward into the mattress.

He fucks me with variety and creativity. I've had lovers who had this magical move of swiveling their hips so their cock enters from slightly different angles, feels like it's hitting parts of my pussy that aren't really stimulated when it's just thrusting straight in and out. I'm a sheet-grabber and a screamer for the right lover. He knows how long to go...to long and it can get uncomfortable. He keeps varying the rhythm and the pace, the depth. I feel his large, warm strong hands on my ass, my back, my legs. I can tell how into me he is. He talks dirty and so do I, urging him on. My pussy contracts joyfully.

He comes violently. This position, done right, never lets a man be the strong, silent (boring) type. I love to make men scream. I feel his come spurt heavily inside me. He falls forward and I do, too, and we lie there.

Of course, a cock in that position always wants to go an inch higher. But that's a story for another day.

That cute supermom was a coed hooker

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LA Story: the night I learned to f-u-c-k

The average hetereosexual man doesn't know what it's like to be fucked. Just parse the words slowly: g-e-t f-u-c-k-e-d. Even the words convey some of the vulnerability, uncertainty and, honestly, powerlessness a woman can feel when she is on the receiving end of a penis attached to this larger, stronger creature who is suddenly inside her, a part of her, and yet not equally physically vulnerable.

And women don't know what it's like to fuck someone: to have that power, that tool that can give so much pleasure, that is the source of such independent power, iconography -- an amoral, unstoppable will of it own!! -- and yet insecurity (is it big enough? can I keep this erection?).

Once when I was visiting my lover Ron in Los Angeles, I made a detour to a wonderful shop called the Pleasure Chest, in one of the Russian sections near Hollywood. It was the kind of place a woman could shop unmolested by creeps. I bought some items. I had a plan.

At his place, we went through some hot preliminaries, but I soon took charge. I put him in a hot tub and lovingly bathed him, soaping his cock and rubbing it with a face cloth, washing his balls and anus. Once he was dry, I put him in bed and blindfolded him.

First, I kissed and tongued his entire front, from his ears and neck to his toes, then worked my way up each leg. His beautiful cock looked almost painfully erect, but I cruelly only gave it passing attention, a light kiss here, a brief slip into my warm, wet mouth. Then I made him turn over and get on his knees.

"Bend your head down and raise your ass, baby," I commanded, remembering all the times men had told me the same thing. I caressed the insides of his thighs, his balls and hips, ran my hands strongly up and down his back. Then the KY was on my finger and I eased it into his anus. It was very tight and warm inside. I finger fucked him with one hand as I used the other to tease his balls and cock. Then I slipped in two fingers and he winced, then moaned.

It took me a minute to navigate the contraption. No talking. Just lie there, baby. Soon I had a cock. I would be gentle; it was only a six-inch strap-on, as thick as my first boyfriend's real dick. I lay it at the edge of his anus and he instinctively lurched forward, but I grabbed his hips and made him stay.

(Let me add right now that Ron is one of the most macho guys I've been with: athlete, former Marine vet of Gulf War I, and as a sports writer was always around the heavy duty male culture. He's a big guy, too. But he was willing to play, so...)

Suddenly I was seized by a primal lust and I drove my "cock" straight in. I don't think I was too rough, just going steady and slow but without stopping. I wanted to fuck this man. I was going to fuck this man, and even an atomic bomb going off out the window wouldn't stop me. Then I was in to the hilt and he groaned loudly, "Linda, you're fucking me!"

Indeed I was. I played this way for some time, entranced by being on the other end of the cock, as it were. I imagined so many times I had been fucked and how the boys and men just seemed to lose themselves to the stronger, insatiable will of the penis. True, I didn't have that urge to come, but I had great imagination. I thrust in and out, holding tightly to his ass, aroused by the sight of his body below me. As I fucked him, I tightened and eased my legs and hips, did some kegels, and had my own baby orgasms.

When I was done, I left the dildo in his ass and came around underneath, sucking his cock while I held the toy in one hand and fucked his ass. He lasted about 30 seconds before giving me two huge spurts of semen, then more. I swallowed as fast as I could -- I was on my back -- so I didn't drown in all the tasty man-goo. We both collapsed in a heap of sweaty flesh, the sounds of LA seeping in the windows, my store-bought dick still hard and ready on the bed.

Saturday night special

It happened, and my feelings are so mixed. I went on a bad-girl hunt to look over the edge. I can’t say I won’t do it again. But for now I have to step back for a little while and collect myself.

It was Saturday night, balmy-cool, with the breeze spinning the leaves in the streets. Friday night I had taken a breather, much to Mike’s frustration. I went out with my girlfriends, Jennifer and Kathleen. I talked about my situation in an elliptical way. More about that later.

On Saturday night, I met Mike for drinks at a bar halfway between my condo and his apartment. I had on a knit top, short jacket, short skirt, boots. I looked great. As I was leaving my building, this guy coming in with his wife couldn’t take his eyes off me. Bet that complicated his life that night. I drank a couple of martinis while Mike stroked my thigh and seemed to catalog all the men watching me. Outside the bedroom, he can be witty, wise, able to converse about so much. He can be an old soul for a young man. This night we were both nervous. Then he took me back to his apartment. I was already damp in anticipation, while the sensible me, the one who has built a career, was thinking this was insane.

The apartment was empty, and I wondered how it would go down. Mike was so horny from my outfit that he just bent me over a sofa back, ripped off my panties – yes, ripped – and worked his cock into me. I looked out the window at the city lights and started moaning. I could feel him rotating his hips, fucking me from this angle and that. It felt great. Every man who had seen me that night had wanted to do that. We both knew this and it was such a turn on. He stopped as I really started to shake and whimper.

A blindfold. He took me in his bedroom and put a blindfold on me. He sat me on the edge of the bed and gently undressed me. He caressed my face and I felt the tip of his big cock head on my lips. I licked and teased it, then took his full length, expecting any moment the violent face-fucking he had given me before. The room was silent. But he pulled out and caressed my thighs and breasts and face. I felt the cock at my lips again and opened my mouth, reached up and caressed it.

It was different. Shorter, but nice, thick, with a pronounced helmet of a head and tight, large balls. A nice package. Josh. I heard Mike’s voice stage-managing, telling me how I wasn’t better than them, just a dirty slut who wanted them. I moaned in agreement as I worked over Josh’s cock. He came very quickly and I swallowed every drop. This may not have been the plan. Mike berated poor Josh’s staying power. Then I was pushed back on the bed, flipped over, my ass raised up and my head pushed down. I knew what was coming, and I was a good rag doll. As he moved from my cunt, as he calls it, to my anus, I just tried to relax. He pushes, I tense, he thrusts deeper, I try to get past my pain and fear. Then I was in that zone again, where that deep orgasm was just ripped out of me.

Again, he left me alone on the bed, moaning and teary. I had forgotten all about Josh, but he climbed in beside me and held me and stroked me. He got hard again…the benefit of youth…and I opened my legs and guided him inside me. He looks so so young. It’s flattering to have him attracted to me, and also odd-feeling. He acquitted himself better, gave me a good fucking, and I ended up riding him and coming again, then feeling him explode inside me. I had semen coming out of every orifice, and it was probably only an hour into our night.

Sorry…no DP action. And I couldn’t get anything going between the boys. Mike seems particularly homophobic. We did many combinations, tho…me doggy sucking one and being fucked by the other…sitting on Josh’s face while I sucked Mike dry. I think I finally wore them both out and by morning, their orgasms were producing little baby spurts of semen.

Oh, I felt sexy and used and worshipped and taken. I came and was pleasured. So amazing to feel the differences between the two men, and the sameness. Skin on skin, hands all over me, wrapping my legs and I get pumped… It was also strange and risky, both beneath me in the workplace and who knows where it will lead. Maybe a little anti-climactic after my wild week before? I don’t know. This has no future. I’m not sorry I did it. But it also feels strange. Is that the residue of my good-girl, overachieving upbringing?