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)  

Sunday Brunch

A lazy Sunday, one of my favorite things. Not that we didn’t have plenty to do. We are crazy busy people. But, for the moment, no place that we had to be, no one expecting us, no one calling…heaven.

I sleep naked. Since I hadn’t gotten out of bed yet, I was still naked. My lover/boyfriend/life-partner C worked his way slowly down my body until I could feel his warm breath against my clit. He grabbed my thighs, roughly, and dove into my pussy with his tongue. He fucked me with his tongue and I pushed against him, pulling him deeper into me. Then he pulled back, the initial passionate attack giving way to leisurely, teasing movements of his clever tongue. Waves of warmth rolled up my body from the tide of his tongue lapping at my pussy. I have to be very comfortable and relaxed to have an orgasm from oral sex. Many have licked my pussy, and sent me into all kinds of blissful places, but it takes C’s tongue to make me cum. The soothing, warm bath-like portion of the pussy eating ended, and then he was on a mission. The long leisurely licks transformed into strong, directed stroking, alternating with sucking. My clit is too sensitive for a direct attack, but C knows exactly where to go. He planted his tongue along the subtle ridge that rises above my clit and concentrated all of his attention there. I was helpless under this fierce onslaught of determined tonguing. I writhed and bucked, pushing against his mouth, my body begging for the release of orgasm. It came at last… I screamed with pleasure as my body shook and spasmed. He granted me a few more of the long, slow licks, and the warmth again suffused my quivering frame.

As I lay there, blissing out, I felt a hunger for his cock growing in me. We don’t usually bother with a “you eat mine, I eat yours” reciprocity, but there I was licking my lips for it. I rolled over and maneuvered my head between his thighs. I stroked his thighs with my fingers, moving slowly inward, but not quite arriving. I licked the soft, vulnerable skin in the creases of his thighs, feeling him tense with anticipation. Then I leaned in and let my hot breath play over his cock, watching it twitch. I love that unconscious, animal instinct twitch of an excited cock when the excitement ramps up a notch. Charmed by that twitch, I took a long slow lick. One of the joys of sucking my lover’s cock is that intimate proximity of not just my mouth, but my eyes, my nose… all senses focused on this part of him that gives us both such pleasure. He has lovely round fleshy balls, so soft and sensitive to touch, and a thick, spread-my-lips-wide throatful of cock. I focused on the tip, holding it just inside my mouth, rubbing my tongue against a spot just below his opening that makes him moan. I alternated the tonguing with swift sucking smacks, still paying all my attention to the tip. From this position, I could still look up the length of his body and watch his face, as the sensations inhabited it. His eyes were half closed, his mouth making a silent “oh,” that soon grew into a full-throated groan. We play a lot with exchanges of power in our fucking, and right then, I was in complete control. I controlled his bliss, his desire, his longing; and could give him what I wanted to give him when I wanted to give it. And right then, I was hungry for his cock. I took it fully into my mouth, down into my throat.

I’ve learned a lot about deep-throating from some of my favorite bloggers. A tip of the hat, or should I say flick of the tongue, to Chelsea Girl, for this advice. I won’t claim to be an expert at it yet, but it’s one of those things I’m really enjoying practicing.

I pulled back, took a deep breath, and plunged down again, feeling his hardness pushing against my throat. I came up gasping for air, delighting in the deep groan he had just emitted. The thick lubricating saliva was flowing. My hand took over the base of his cock, stroking, as my mouth returned attention to the tip. The pressure of my firm, wet hand, combined with my relentless tonguing of the delicate spot below the tip was bringing him closer and closer. Again, I enjoyed the view along the deliciously familiar terrain of his body. Sure a man loves to come in a woman’s mouth, but for my love, there’s a better place still. I slid up his body and lodged his throbbing cock firmly between my fat tits. I rocked back and forth, fucking him with my tits, his cock still slick with my saliva, moving rapidly in and out. I leaned down and caught the tip with my tongue as it moved through my cleavage, again and again. “Yes, baby, right now, cum on my tits,” I urged. “Cum all over my big fat tits.” He splashed my soft white breasts and small pink nipples with warm milkiness. I sat back onto my knees, cradling my spattered tits, and slowly licked up a stream of his cum.

Published in: on March 23, 2007 at 12:16 am  Comments (1)