Still Standing

“Can I tie up your hands?” C asked, having just completed a lovely tie on my tits. “Sure,” I said, shivering with pleasure as Serge attacked my tits. He sucked and pawed with a hungry intensity, and I gave my tits to him with delighted abandon. C rapidly bound my hands behind my back. He’s getting very good at this.

Then he did something different. He lay down on the floor and slid between my legs, spreading them, helping me to a wide, strong stance (oy, can I use that phrase?) My opened pussy was directly above him. He stroked a lubed finger over my pussy lips, gently working it inside me. Having lubed me up, he pulled out his finger, and shocked me with the thrill of cold metal. He held my favorite toy, the metal vibrator, and ran its chilly hardness along my hot cunt.

Serge pulled my hair, tilting my head back, and kissed me roughly. My legs wobbled.

C pushed the cold, vibrating metal right into me. From his unique vantage point on the floor, he could watch every movement of the vibrator pushing through my fleshy folds and into the place where my greedy cunt pulled it in.

Serge continued to control my upper body by pulling my hair, alternately ravaging my tits then my mouth. My hands bound behind me, C pulled down on the rope with his free hand, making it even harder for me to move. My legs shook uncontrollably, as I rocked against the vibrator with my hips, the only part of my body I could still maneuver. So maddeningly near to some kind of release.

I’ve never managed to orgasm standing up, but I got exquisitely close. Perhaps next time.

Sorry for the posting lag… I’m entering a new phase of my creative life, a big time of transition, and something always has to suffer. But thank you so much for the continued linking and traffic, and I’ll do my best to make up for the silence.

Published in: on September 29, 2007 at 11:40 pm  Comments (4)  

PDAs (Not about Crackberries!)

I’m talking about Public Displays of Affection (love this wikipedia entry!). Call me old-fashioned in my acronym usage.

[Disclaimer: I am a user of a Palm Treo, which I have named, ambivalently, “The Device.” And I lust after iPhones. Go electronic helpers!]

Readers of this blog will know I’m no stranger to doing naughty things in public places. I once had an adventure in a parking lot in Nashville, TN, which was not one of my finest hours, but I may write about it some day. Despite this evidence and my exhibitionist nature, I usually keep my public sex to pre-approved locations such as sex play parties and alternative sexuality conferences. I often have to discourage C from groping me on the subway platform, because sometimes it just doesn’t feel like the right place. This week, however, I was loving my PDAs.

Tuesday night C and I caught a public screening of Audacia Ray’s The Bi Apple. It is so rare to have the experience of watching a porn movie in public these days. I was wishing I had a raincoat and a chair that leaned all the way back, because, friends, this movie is HOT! I had another idea, however. I unzipped my jeans, grabbed C’s hand, and thrust it against my crotch. His experienced fingers quickly found my clit, and with a quick glance at me to make sure I really meant it, he began to rub through my cotton underwear. He didn’t have a lot of room to maneuver, but he got it just right. I was aware of the other people sitting around us, though fortunately no one was too close, and since a friend of mine was hosting the screening I didn’t want to make a spectacle. I started this, and I wanted to finish it, so I had no choice but to be quiet, which, surprise surprise, is very difficult for me. Clenching my thighs around C’s fingers and my lips and teeth together, I pushed back against his fingers in small, subtle movements. The tightness of my jeans, C’s delicious fingers, and the texture of my panties helped bring me quickly to bursting, and of course the movie was providing full frontal stimulus. I clenched the handles of my movie seat, writhed against C’s fingers, and tried to keep my head and shoulders still. A thrilled shout was fighting its way up my throat, but I held it down, dominating myself into submission. Silently, I rode the wave of pleasure, bucking against C’s fingers, and then nodded to him that he could remove them. I sat in my pleasantly damp panties, feeling the waves of warmth radiate up my body from my pussy, and watched the rest of the movie with a smile on my face.

Thursday night I was at my favorite monthly public gathering of perverts at a downtown bar. Lots of new people, especially some folks that I had met at a nude beach a few weeks back, and I was thoroughly enjoying re-making their acquaintance in clothes over cocktails. A certain very naughty naked boy, who loves to be naked in public and somehow always manages to be so, joined my circle of new friends. He knows my secret from past play adventures, and reached right for my nipples. It was late, I’d had a lot to drink, and it felt really good. I leaned back on the bar and gave him free reign. He pulled, squeezed, and pinched, and I squealed (as quietly as I could) with delight. My new friend Pete asked if he could join. We had been getting increasingly physical with each other over the course of the evening, arms around waists, hips pressed against each other, hands moving to asses… I was enjoying the direction very much, so, with an effort to regain consciousness under the onslaught of my naked friend’s attention, I told him yes, yes you may join in. My naked friend, always a generous play partner, made room and offered Pete one of my tits. My tits were clothed, by the way, in a black wife beater style tank top over a very thin and silky bra. The rough texture of the fabric of the top over the barely there-ness of the bra (with its magical support – yes, GS has found a new bra that she loves!), combined with the different, but intense fingering of the two sets of hands on my nipples, was sending me into GS la-la-land. My eyelids fluttered furiously; I clutched the bar tightly with my outstretched arms; and the volume of cries was far beyond what was appropriate for a public space. At one point, I forced myself to look up and asked directly if the bartender was ok with this scenario. She was down at the other end of the bar chatting away with friends, so I was convinced that we could continue. But continue to what? I can ride the pleasure of having my tits played with for a very long time without needing anything else. It makes my pussy so wet, and the continued tit-illation without actual touching of my pussy is positively, deliciously, achingly exciting. Can I have a genital orgasm from tit stimulation alone? I’m convinced I can, but it hasn’t quite happened yet. My naked friend even posed the question, and I think he took my answer that I believed it was possible as a challenge. What a fun experiment it will be! As for Pete, I think you will be hearing more about him.

Published in: on July 28, 2007 at 2:46 pm  Comments (7)  

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  

Slutting in the Suburbs

It was December 2004. C and I had been together in New York for two years, and we were beginning to dip our toes into the kink and swing scenes. We’d had all kinds of adventures on the West Coast, but that world in New York was new for us. A savvy, kinky couple that we were getting to know—I’ll call them Allison and Larry—invited us to a party at their friend’s place in Jersey. She’s an artist, laid-back, gorgeous, and sensual, with sleek black hair and the breasts of a goddess. He appears very buttoned up, like he just left the office (which he usually has), a perfect foil to his bohemian partner. Allison told us that there probably wouldn’t be sex at the party, but that there would definitely be S&M scenes. “There might be some piercing,” she warned us. That was something I hadn’t seen before, so it was with a nervous thrill that we approached the unassuming two-story house tucked away on a quiet street with a church at one end and a school at the other.

The door was answered by a young man wearing the frilliest dress I had ever seen. The skirt stood out at an extreme angle over multiple layers of lacy petticoats, barely touching her knees, and the short-sleeved bodice was decorated with more lace and a spotless apron that followed the skirt on its journey over the petticoats. A starched maid’s cap sat upon her bewigged head. As she led us up the stairs to the second floor apartment, wobbling on her four-inch heels, she confided that she had been in training, and that this was her first night serving as a “Sissy Maid.” This term was new to me. I would continue to learn about Sissy Maids throughout the night.

We were greeted by the Hostess: a blonde venus with delicious curves, pierced nipples, and wearing nothing but a pair of silver boy-shorts. Allison turned to us and whispered, “Maybe it is THAT kind of party.” But our Hostess was engaged in a much more complex activity. She was just applying the final medical bandages to complete the mummification of her boyfriend. She was being aided in this project by a petite, muscular nude man, who, we were informed, was a doctor and knew what he was doing. They had rigged up an elaborate system through which the mummy could urinate, and there were many enjoyable moments throughout the evening when the party’s attention turned to the mummy who tried to please us with a demo, though usually the pressure and the accompanying teasing made him pee-shy.

The Sissy Maids brought us drinks. There were two in training to an expert Sissy Maid, and the three of them kept everyone at the party happy and well lubricated. The Hostess had made little cardboard signs explaining that the Sissy Maids were there to serve the guests, and that if they pleased us, we could, if we chose, reach under their little frills and give their genitals—which were nicely packaged in ribbons and tied up with a bow and a bell—a tug or two as a reward.

More people arrived. Sections of the living room were claimed for S&M play. A leather-clad man politely asked the Hostess if he could use the dining table for a scene. He began to entwine a nude, longhaired woman in elaborate rope bondage. Allison asked us if we wanted to play, and produced the couple’s toy bag. C announced that he would like to try being flogged by Allison. She grabbed a selection of floggers, and the three of us went into a back bedroom. Allison made C strip and lean over the edge of the bed with his exposed ass in the air. She took one of the softer floggers and began to hit him with it, gingerly, conscious that he was new to this kind of play. I stood to the side and watched. It was thrilling to watch this beautiful woman take control of my boyfriend. I moved to the bed, facing him, stroking his face and kissing him, as she continued to flog with growing power. C took his flogging stalwartly, with only an occasional yelp, and was rewarded with a lingering kiss from Allison.

C and I were ready for a little rest after our inaugural S&M adventure, so we sat down on the couch in the living room, were served drinks by a Sissy Maid, and chatted with the mummy. The Hostess had changed into a less revealing but equally sexy outfit, and was lounging in a chair with her legs up on an ottoman and a martini glass in hand. “This is the life,” she said. “My submissive is taken care of,” she gestured to the mummy, “and I have Sissy Maids to take care of my guests, make me martinis, and clean-up.” I could see her point.

I had already seen and experienced enough exciting new things for the party to be considered a successful night out, but I wanted something more. C had found new friends—in fact I was thrilled to see him alternately talking intently and making out with this very cute, thin, bespectacled man—but I still felt like a voyeur when I wanted to be a participant. Just then, two warm hands began massaging my neck and shoulders. It was Larry, whom I had barely seen since we’d arrived. I wasn’t sure what I thought of him. I really liked Allison, and found her very attractive, but though I was also attracted to Larry, I couldn’t figure him out. First of all, he was way too politically conservative for me. We’d been out as couples a few times, but I didn’t feel like I’d had an actual conversation with him. I was afraid to get into a political argument with him (my brother is a Republican and we keep family peace by avoiding dinner table politics). But there he was rubbing my neck, shoulders, hair… in a quite beguiling manner. I allowed myself to lean back against him and take the ride. His hands found my tits, and as readers of this new little blog know, there was no going back. He circled my nipples with the tips of his fingers, with increasingly aggressive pressure, and I began to moan. I lifted my arms for him to remove my shirt, and then he unhooked my bra. He repeated his circles on my bare nipples, first licking his fingers to provide a touch of lubrication. He was very pleased with the results of his efforts, and took my hand to lead me to the bedroom. On the way I noted that C was happy with his new friends, and heard a quick negotiation between Allison and the Hostess about the rules for sex at the party. Allison grabbed a towel from the bathroom and followed Larry and I to the bedroom. She spread the towel on the bed as Larry and I quickly removed the rest of our clothing.

Larry has a gorgeous cock. Allison whispered encouragement to us, as he climbed on top of me and pushed that lovely cock all the way into my ready cunt. Allison leaned over and kissed me, as Larry found his rhythm, moving in and out of me with increasing intensity. He fucked me like that for a good long time, while Allison kissed and caressed both of us. My joyous noises filled the room, and we began to attract an audience. We switched things up, so that Larry was lying down, and Allison and I were helping him to masturbate. She showed me that he loved a tit in his mouth while he stroked his cock, so we each obliged, alternating, pressing one of her round breasts into his mouth, then one of mine. Her tits are beautifully shaped, full and soft. She continued her sexy patter of naughty talk, encouraging him as he sucked and stroked. Larry came with a huge grown as I smothered him with my tits. Allison and I kissed triumphantly across his spent body.

I climbed off the bed and went in search of C. He was in the bathroom with a small crowd. He was standing at the toilet and a stunning Domme had her hands around his lower belly. She was trying to hold in his piss. It wasn’t working very well, but everyone was laughing and having a good time, as different men volunteered for her to try it on them. I went back to the bedroom and joined Larry and Allison for some cuddle action. Other people began to wander in, the pee-holding experiment having come to a messy end. I slipped away from my friends to meet C with a kiss as he entered the room with the thin, pretty boy in glasses. The three of us sat on an edge of the bed to compare notes on our adventures. C’s fingers found their way to my pussy, and as I lay back on the bed, he showed the pretty boy the places to stroke and prod me for the best results. Frankly, I was a little tired from the thorough fucking I’d had by Larry, but there was something so fun about lying there as C gave his new friend a guided tour of my pussy, occasionally stopping to kiss him. They were joined by another male friend of mine, who was invited to join the tour. The three men all had their fingers on, in, and around my pussy. Larry looked over and pouted at me. “So much for after-care,” he grumbled. I felt a twinge of guilt at abandoning him, but, Allison gave him her full attention, and I had nothing to worry about. The atmosphere in the crowded room was light and jovial, everyone in a loopy, getting-tired, nearing-the-end-of-a-great-night mood. Someone teased me about fucking Larry, I wasn’t quite sure who, still occupied with my three guys. “That’s the most conservative thing I’ve ever had in my pussy,” I announced from my prone position to a room of knowing laughter.

Published in: on February 16, 2007 at 1:11 am  Comments (1)  

The Sexiest Basement in Brooklyn

SPAM, the queer sex party in a basement in Brooklyn, got a lot of attention back in 2002 when TimeOut New York covered it, and the curious flocked. I attended much later, after the crowds had died down, many scared off by its fabulous queerness or queer fabulousness. One of the best things about SPAM is the mandatory clothes check down to your underwear. A clothes check is the rule for a sex party on the West Coast, but seems to be the exception in NYC. The number of parties I’ve been to where people stand around in their work clothes, cocktail in hand, as if they are mingling at a company-sponsored mixer… it’s just not conducive to getting to getting it on. Remove some clothing right away and it propels you, mind and body, into a different state. A ready-to-fuck-a-stranger (-or-two) state.

I went with my boyfriend C and with L, a woman that C had been seeing from time to time, and whom I was getting to know as a friend. L was a regular at SPAM. She’d even met her boyfriend there. He couldn’t join us that evening, so we were three… at least to begin. L looked great. She has a very sexy, compact but curvy body and was wearing a silky short slip. I was feeling a little bit shy, between the new surroundings and my uncertainty of where I stood with L. C found the three of us a place to sit, placing me in the middle.

C took the lead, pulling up my camisole to suck on one of my tits. L asked if she could take the other one in her mouth. As I’ve mentioned before, that is one of my favorite things, a mouth on each tit. I agreed enthusiastically, my shyness melting away as her lips closed on my nipple. I leaned back and let the sensation of the two wet mouths lapping at my sensitive nipples wash over me.

We were outgrowing our perch on the couch, and decided to move to an empty bed across the room so we could get comfortable. I lay back between them, and L asked if she could eat my pussy. I smiled and nodded, so L and C shared the job of sliding down my panties, and L began to tease my clit with her tongue. Then she changed to a more aggressive course and fastened her mouth to my clit, creating exquisite suction. C continued to devote his mouth’s attention to my tits. The sensations were intense and delicious, and I was drifting towards an orgasm. Perhaps I closed my eyes for a moment. I gradually realized that we’d attracted quite a crowd. The bed was completely surrounded by men in various states of undress, their eyes fastened on us.

I must admit I felt a frisson of panic at the mob of men hungrily watching our threesome. But I was there for the full SPAM experience, so I relaxed and gave myself over to entertaining the crowd with my writhing and moaning. I do love an audience. I’m not exactly sure what happened next, but I realized that L and C were on the bed next to me ravishing each other, and I had no idea who was eating my pussy. It was strange, but thrilling. And, since the new mouth was doing an excellent job, who was I to complain. As I attempted to lift my head to learn the identity of my new cunnilingual friend, I was boisterously attacked by a sweet but aggressive kisser. This man with thick curly hair and muscular arms wanted to devour my face, my mouth, my tongue, perhaps even my teeth. I gave up on learning the identity of the man down below, and focused on the deliciously eager ministrations of the one at face level. There was something so joyous and fun about his boyish enthusiasm for kissing. He was even pulling focus from the kind soul who toiled away between my legs. I reached out and grabbed his curls, pulling him away from my mouth for a moment so that I could see his face. It was a very nice face. I said hello, and we exchanged a few pleasantries before we dove back into the delicious make-out scene. My hand found his hard cock, and I stroked it slowly while we kissed.

I honestly don’t know how many of the men in the crowd tasted my pussy that night. I was vaguely aware of changes in textures, techniques, and styles down below, but up above the curly-haired kissing monster had my full attention. At one point a young, thin African man came up to politely ask for his share of kisses, and the curly-haired man removed his tongue from my mouth and asked if he could take the opportunity to have a go at my pussy. I knew I liked his tongue very much, so I agreed at once. I kissed and cuddled with the young African man, who whispered compliments to me in a lilting accent. The curly-haired man turned his attention to my pussy with a renewed show of the boisterous enthusiasm he’d had for my mouth. His aggressive licking and tonguing of my cunt brought me rapidly to the orgasm I’d been too over-stimulated to relax and allow. I politely asked my attentive crowd to give me a minute to catch my breath, and I sat up on the bed to survey the scene, snuggling the young African man and the curly-haired man to my sides. C and L had found their way to a chair near the bed, and were pleasantly occupying themselves. And, as I’d hoped and dreamed from my vantage point at the bottom of the puppy pile, members of my crowd of admirers were also attending to each other. Cocks were being sucked and assholes lubed and fucked. I love to watch men fuck each other. It’s one of my greatest pleasures. I lay there, enjoyed the humming feeling of my much-sucked pussy, gave occasional kisses to the two men at my sides, and watched the proceedings with delight.

Published in: on January 20, 2007 at 4:50 pm  Comments (3)  

Best Chanukah Present Ever

Let’s talk about fat girl sex. Not in the abstract, but about a fat girl who’s having lots of amazing sex and wants to share her stories with the world. That’s all I want to say as introduction at this time. I thought I’d start by telling you about the amazing weekend I had two weeks ago… what can only be described as the Best Chanukah Present Ever!

We sat in the living room rationally discussing how to begin; all three flushed with desire, but determined to get it right. We decided to start by restraining my arms with our under-the-bed restraints attached to big leather cuffs. I took off my clothes quickly and without much ceremony, since, as K pointed out, it would be difficult to remove them once I was restrained. Then I lay in the middle of the bed and stretched out my arms, exposing my naked curves to my two playmates. C attached one cuff to a restraint, while K got the other. My legs were free, but my arms were immobilized.

K has been a dear friend of my boyfriend C for a long time, since before we met. There has been something simmering between K and me for a long time, but we never had time to explore it, being on opposite coasts and visits being short and busy. In September, we finally went for it, and the three of us had a delicious shared adventure. I’ll write about that one some other time. K decided to visit C and me for a long weekend in mid-December.

Having two people suck on my breasts at once is one of my favorite experiences. I’ve been lucky to experience it many times, but this time was exceptional. My arms pulled apart, my double-D breasts splayed out, fully available. Once you touch my incredibly sensitive nipples, there is no going back. I go from 0 to 60 instantly. C and K each took one erect nipple in their mouth. The two sets of lips, the two tongues, the two mouths, each working… The image of the two sexy shaved heads with mouths pressed against my big, fleshy breasts… an image hot enough to make me come on the visual alone. I arched my back to shove my fat tits deeper into their hungry mouths. Moans were already rising up from my guts, and my clit was throbbing. I pushed out my pelvis, begging for attention to my pussy.

Two hands from two different men obliged. C went right for my special spot right above my clit on the slope of my fleshy mound; he knows my body so well, knew exactly what I was demanding. K, the new adventurer, plunged his fingers deep into my cunt, applying strong pressure to my g-spot. The combination is so delicious… the familiar touch that knows exactly what to do working my clit, the bold new fingers exploring my hungry pussy. I had my first orgasm of the night right then and there. C and K shared a look of satisfaction as I writhed beneath them. They were off to a great start.

Both men undressed and put on their black leather cock rings. I’m a big fan of cock rings. Not only do they assist with longer, fuller erections, but the cock ring itself can add to the experience by the way it rubs my clit when I’m being fucked.

Ever the generous host, C offered K the first fuck. I strained at my cuffs, longing to reach out and touch K as he climbed on top of me. K found my wet opening and pushed inside my tight pussy. “You’re on fire,” he whispered. I just smiled and lifted my legs, which he grabbed and held between his arms, fucking me deeper. “So dirty,” he purred, “such a dirty girl.”

C stood beside the bed, eagerly watching, reaching out to stroke my leg, then K’s back, then my hair. I love watching my boyfriend watching me getting fucked by another man. His naughty, delighted smile made me even wetter. He positioned himself so that I could take his straining cock in my cuffed hand. As K thrusted more and more energetically into my pussy, I summoned enough concentration from my fuck-addled brain to send a message to my hand to stroke C’s cock. It’s always a little dangerous for me to attempt such a thing while I’m being so thoroughly fucked, I can’t always maintain proper motor skills. But I had to reward that naughty smile. And the very thought of taking care of two cocks at once added to my own pleasure, as K fucked me harder and harder.

K offered to switch places with C. So deliciously naughty to be tag-teamed in this way. I reminded C to put on a condom, “for sharing purposes,” I teased. K jumped off and C climbed on, plunging his cock into the snug, slick warmth of my cunt. Again I struggled at my restraints, reaching for my lovely boyfriend, but then releasing into the strange freedom of bondage. K helped C to lift my legs higher. He pulled away the pillows that were keeping me from adjusting to a better position, flatter on the bed. Teamwork. The three of us smiled at each other, so much fun. I love sex that is playful and funny. K urged us on as I used the muscles deep inside me to clench my boyfriend’s cock, pulling him deeper inside me, and bringing him to orgasm.

C rolled off me and lay at my side, while K moved around to my other side. They released the restraints holding my cuffs, but left on the cuffs. Both men snuggled against my curves, K stroking his semi-erect cock right back to attention. C found my Hitachi magic wand on the bedside table, and tormented my stimulated nipples with it, while his fingers gently stroked around my red-hot clit. I giggled and rolled away as the magic wand tickled me, pressing myself against K for rescue. But K was not about to let me off that easily. He pushed me onto my back, grabbed my legs, and plunged back into my cunt with renewed ferocity. “Such a dirty girl,” he groaned, “now you are going to get it.” He grabbed the loose cuffs that were still around my wrists, and pulled my arms up above my head. He was working hard; a drop of his warm sweat hit my tits. He rubbed the sweat over my tits, mingling it with my own wet warmth, teasing my straining nipples. I tried to say something to him to express my pleasure, but it came out as a distorted moan. The muscles of my mouth were giving up; my body was completely focused on that place inside where K’s cock pushed again and again, harder and harder. “She’s gone pre-verbal,” K managed to say to C, before he joined me in that state, a primal beast. He clawed at my tits and gnashed his teeth as I screamed my pleasure, and he came fiercely, growling. His body shook on top of me; he buried his face between my tits. I stroked K, and reached out to C, who joined us again on the bed for some delicious three-way cuddling.

I giggled, as I nestled comfortably between the two men. “Happy Chanukah,” I said.

Published in: on December 30, 2006 at 9:37 pm  Comments (2)