I Want Candy

It was our first night at Dark Odyssey Spring Fire. It had been a long day: an enjoyable but tiring ride down, a series of fun icebreaker social events, and a nice meal with friends. I had been sick the week before, a nasty bout of bronchitis, so I was thinking that I would turn in on the early side, get a good night’s sleep, and be ready to face the rest of the weekend of debauchery fresh as a daisy.

C and I were going to take one last wander around the play spaces and then head up to our hotel room. In the main socializing space, we ran into some friends. They weren’t ready to call it a night, and we followed them back into the Sex-o-rama. I was still thinking I’d just watch the beginning of whatever was going to happen, and then head up to bed. I lay down on this divine red sex lounger. It’s designed to be an ideal shape on which to have sex, but it’s also just darn comfortable. I lay there dreamily listening to my friends begin to fuck. I could have dozed off happily. But C was tapping my shoulder. “Candy and Serge are here,” he whispered excitedly.

Candy had emailed C earlier in the week. She had liked his profile, and sent him a flirty message. He and I checked her out together, and liked what we saw. A curvy punk rock goddess with pink and purple hair. Yummy! They had emailed and then talked on the phone, and it turned out her Daddy Serge was of interest to me too. We were all longing to meet in person, and had sensibly set up a lunch date for the next day. But suddenly there we were, the four of us, in the Sex-o-rama.

Candy, delicious bad girl that she is, likes punishment. Serge handed C a Wartenberg Wheel, and he ran it up and down Candy’s bare legs. She whimpered with pleasure. As C slowly moved the wheel up to Candy’s stunning bare tits, Serge produced yet another wheel and handed it to me. Serge kissed and soothed Candy, while C and I went to town with the double wheel action. Serge urged us on and advised as to where to run the wheels for maximum sensation, and throughout, Serge and I were sending sizzling looks to each other across Candy’s body. We ran the wheels along the underside of her knee, the delicate skin of her inner thigh, and, as we grew more daring with her, around the outside of her pussy lips. It was an easy transition to pull aside her panties, and for C to slip his skillful fingers into her eager pussy. I continued to torment her with the wheel, moving up to her breasts, where I paused to suck and tease her straining nipples. This path was bringing me closer and closer to Serge, who was still positioned at Candy’s head. Candy was making fantastic noises, as she wallowed in the pleasure mingled with pain. My pussy was wet with the powerful joy of it. I abandoned Candy to C’s ministrations and I threw myself against Serge.

We were so hot for each other—it was electric. Playing with Candy together had revved us both up to a very high level. We kissed viciously, biting at each other. I wriggled out of my top and he attacked my tits. I pushed them against him, stuffing his mouth. We wrestled our way to a nearby couch and he pushed me down on it, ripping off my stockings and panties. He grabbed my thighs with strong hands, and pushed them up and open. My wet pussy was spread before him, and again he attacked. His tongue went mercilessly for my clit. At first I didn’t think I could bear it. I breathed deeply and bucked back against him, forcing myself to ride out the torturous pleasure. Suddenly C had pushed Candy into exactly the same position next to me. Her legs were up in the air, her head back against the couch, her gorgeous tits heaving, C’s mouth buried in her cunt. I wish we had a picture of that moment: synchronized pussy eating. Candy and I were both screaming with pleasure. We grabbed each other’s hands, ran our fingers over each other’s bodies, seeking a place to brace ourselves against each other to better take the thrilling onslaught of tongues and lips. I came first, screaming and shaking, slamming my cunt against Serge’s relentless mouth. Candy followed right after, and we howled together, tangled on the couch.

Then I wanted Serge’s cock in my mouth. We rapidly switched places, and I licked and sucked him, still buzzing with the energy that the four of us were generating. I took him deep into my throat and then he was the one crying out. “I want to fuck you,” he insisted, pulling me up. He lay back on that sweet red lounger, so perfectly constructed for me to climb on top of his cock and ride him. I rocked back and forth, squeezing my pussy muscles tight, grinding him into the lounger. Candy had positioned herself behind me, and was urging me on and playing with my ass. I was a naked cowgirl, tits flying as I rode him and rode him, until he came screaming.

Candy and C helped me up off of Serge; my legs had turned to jelly. We all looked at each other, panting and smiling. Serge laughed. “And we were trying to be all polite and shit, meeting for lunch.” We all laughed and laughed at that. And we did have a very nice lunch the next day.

Published in: on April 29, 2007 at 11:06 pm  Comments (12)  

Keep the Fires Burning

C and I attended Dark Odyssey Spring Fire, and had an amazing time. I will write about my many adventures there soon. But tonight I feel like writing about my night alone with the glorious Selina Fire and her wonderful Martin.

The evening had been off to a lousy start. I was supposed to meet up with a friend while Selina and Martin had dinner with some of their friends. We were all going to meet up later to go dancing, and then see what happened next. My friend stood me up, so I wound up killing far too much time on a solo bar crawl through the East Village, getting drunker and more pissed off as I progressed. I was ready to cut my losses and go home, but somehow I knew that Selina and Martin would be worth the wait.

They swept me away in a cab, as I teetered on a street corner outside yet another bar—my heroes. They promised to make it all better. Inside the cozy apartment filled with books and art, Martin asked if he could massage my feet. My feet are very sensitive, and touching them is a privilege to be earned. Rescuing me that night was sufficient. I allowed him to slip off my girlish knee high socks, followed by black stockings. He rubbed my bare feet with slow but strong movements. I relaxed back onto Selina’s bed.

Selina ran her hand along my neckline and down over my breasts. She encountered my highly structured black camisole; designed to make my tits looks fabulous, but built like an Amazon’s breastplate. (Ok, for any classics buffs in my readership, don’t worry, it does allow for TWO breasts.) “This needs to come off,” she said. Martin agreed emphatically. They both helped me remove it, and my large breasts swung free. My skirt and underwear came off next, and I lay completely naked between them. Selina took one of my nipples in her mouth, and Martin took the other one. The last of my self-possession dissolved, and I gave myself over to them completely.

Martin had already talked to me about how much he wanted to eat my pussy. It was something that I’d had several days to contemplate and imagine. Just as he was poised to begin, Selina dove in, and got their first. She started hungrily, licking and sucking. She used tongue and mouth with fingers in a delicious combination that brought me quickly to my first orgasm of the night. Then she made way for Martin, and he began his approach as he had with my feet, slow but strong. Selina returned to my tits, sucking them, as Martin’s tongue explored deeper into my cunt. I reveled in that decadent, languorous feeling that comes over me when my pussy is expertly eaten. As I drifted dreamily through the waves of pleasure, Martin brought me back with rigorous, deep finger-fucking. I love that contrast, from the slow warmth of a tongue to the quick thrust of fingers, and quickly reached another orgasm.

Martin and I focused our attention on Selina. He turned her over and fucked her from behind while I watched and played with her tits. I love to watch a couple who know each other’s bodies really well fuck; to try to decode the short-hand signals, developed over time, with which they guide each other to greater pleasure. Ever generous, Martin released Selina and turned her over to me. I knelt on a pillow, making myself comfortable by the edge of the bed, and began to explore her clit, ever so delicately, with my tongue, while my fingers made their way into her slick pussy. I increased the pressure of my fingers inside her, and sat back a little to take in the image of Martin cradling her, surrounded by her glorious long hair. I felt her cunt muscles responding to my touch, pulling at my fingers longingly. With my thumb on her clit, I fucked her harder with two fingers. Martin stroked her face as she concentrated on the sensations and climaxed.

I crawled back into the middle, and chatted drowsily, slowly stroking Selina. Martin brought us orange juice. They wanted to me to stay the night, and it was very tempting, hopefully next time. I needed to be home to do things in the morning, so I pried myself up and back into my crumpled clothes. Martin walked me to the subway, accompanying me down to the platform and waiting with me for my train. He kissed me sweetly, and we murmured about what a wonderful time we’d had, and that we hoped it would happen again soon.

Don’t worry, it did.

Published in: on April 17, 2007 at 11:05 pm  Leave a Comment