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The End of Innocence
An Erotic Memoir
by Daniel L (dhl@sysun.com)
***
This is a story for people who are basically voyeurs.
They like to read about real people doing real things.
While there is plenty of lust in this tale, there are
other emotions here also. Not necessarily those you
might expect. (MF, bi, voy)
***
The events described occurred in 1978. In no way do I
endorse this kind of behavior now; the risks are simply
too great. Indeed, people should be a great deal more
careful than we were, AIDS or no AIDS. In spite of
this, I have no regrets about my role. I was young,
horny, and stupid, as were my companions.
Prologue
Call me Daniel. In the late summer of 1978, at the age
of 24, I was what could be fairly described as a
"reformed computer geek." I only realize this now,
looking back at pictures of myself at the time. An only
son of fairly strict but loving parents in a large
Southern state, I had found myself well employed after
high school and never attended college.
In fact, I was only moving out of my parent's house
about the same time that most of my peers were
graduating from four years of college. Though not a
physically a virgin, in some very real sense I was an
emotional one. Deep within me I knew this, and I was
getting tired of it.
As to my appearance, my face and body wasn't
unattractive, but I was a bit too short and a bit too
thin to be the kind of "hunk" girls like to invite home
from the bars. But I had had a few invitations, and
enjoyed them all. Still, I was inexperienced compared
to my friend Jerry, who never seemed to lack for
companionship, even though I never saw him seek it.
Jerry was actually the friend of a close friend with
whom I was living at the time. Of average size and not
notable for classic good looks, he was nonetheless a
very attractive person to large numbers of both women
and men. I asked several girls we both knew what it was
that made him that way, and the answers varied from
"the way he moves" to "his eyes" or his "sexy voice" or
"easygoing manner." Indeed he was a friendly and quiet
person who was very easy to be around and be intimate
with.
That summer, I had money and an itch to travel. Jerry
had time (being temporarily between jobs) but no money.
For some reason I thought it might be fun to drive down
to Key West, Florida, and proposed to Jerry that if I
financed the trip in toto and provided the car, if he
wanted he could come along if he would provide the
tent, cook, clean, and drive at least half the time. Of
course he agreed, and in a few days we jammed what we
thought we might need into my tiny car and took off
south with no plan except to go there and see what
happened.
I won't bore you with the details of the trip, or the
first few days, except what is important to the last
four nights we were there. We did find a campsite and
set up our little blue and white three-man tent in a
public campground.
Most of our days were spent getting a tan on the small
beach and snorkeling around amongst the colorful sea
creatures; and our nights cruising amongst the colorful
night creatures on Duvall street. Sex, drugs, and
kinkiness were ubiquitous in the Key West of the 1970's
after dark, but we were only interested spectators,
until Jerry's (and my) increasing horniness led us into
an adult "bookstore" on the 5th night of our stay. And
so the story begins...
I
Let your hair fall all around you
offer up your best defense
this is the end
of the innocence
--Don Hendley, "The End of the Innocence"
The store was sleazy, as these things almost always
are. There were a few books there, but the front part
was taken up by a wall of magazines, and in the back,
taking up most of the store and accessible thru a set
of saloon-type doors, was a "mini-movie arcade." It
wasn't my first time in such a place, maybe my third.
The magazines had names like "Hard Candy", "Ass
Fuckers", and "All Anal." The pictures on the covers
illustrated in full color what the titles proclaimed.
"All Anal," Jerry said, in an approving tone of voice,
in front of a magazine of that name that depicted two
men penetrating the rear of one women, who was lewdly
straddling one while the other squatted and inserted
his cock into her ass. Her expression was intense, but
hard to describe.
We didn't buy anything (I suppose the choice was mine,
since I had the money), but wandered past the
proprietor (who was reading a detective novel), back
through the saloon doors to see what was there. What
were there about twenty small dark booths, each with a
curtain in front and a small projector into which one
fed a quarter to view about two minutes of a soundless
"loop" of people having sex.
While it was technically accurate to say they were "25
cent" movies, if you wanted to see a whole one you'd
have to feed in quarter after quarter. Each booth
catered to a different specialty or combination. A
small sign on each one said things like "boy/girl" or
"1 boy/2 girls."
There were a few occupied, most empty. We stood around
while I waited for Jerry to decide to either leave or
pick a booth. I didn't have but a few quarters, neither
did he.
Behind us the doors squeaked, and we turned to behold
what we least expected: A pair of smooth tanned legs,
leading up to a pair of cutoff jeans and a t-shirt; all
on a sandy-haired girl with a hint of a freckle or two
and a round face that probably wouldn't be featured in
Playboy but that was pleasing to look at nonetheless.
She was probably over 18, still I'd have ID'd her if I
was running the place; but the proprietor was in a good
part of his novel and obviously paid no attention. Her
body looked over 18: about 5'2", very well proportioned
without being overly endowed.
The round face smiled, and the mouth beneath the cute
little nose said:
"Hi."
"Hi," we replied, trying to be completely cool. "I'm
looking for something in particular!" she said, as if
we worked there. She did seem totally cool and
unembarrassed to be alone, female and young in such a
place.
We paused just a second before Jerry asked,
"What is it?" as if he worked there.
"Two guys," she replied, matter-of-factly.
(I am sure I am remembering this just like it happened,
word for word. I am not making it up. I promise.)
Now, your ordinary horny guys would not have hesitated
to reply something along the lines of "Well here we
are!" but I wisely kept my mouth shut, and Jerry was
far too worldly and laid back to have been so crass. We
both knew she really meant that's the kind of visual
entertainment she was seeking.
"Let's have a look," he did say.
And we together toured the outsides of the variously
dimly-lit booths, looking at the small signs. But there
was no "boy/boy", despite Key West's reputation (well
deserved) of boasting a high percentage of homosexual
men. I suppose gays had their own bookstores, since
straight men are often highly offended (threatened) by
male/male sex.
"Well, there are two boy/boy/girl ones," he finally
said to her, "if you want you can try one and we'll try
the other, and if we see the two guys getting friendly
we'll call you over."
"Ok," she smiled, clearly liking that we were not
uncool.
And we went to one, and she to another, out of sight.
I know now how Jerry was such a master at picking up,
or rather being picked up by, women. Did we both want
into this girl's pants? Of course! We were young (me 24
Jerry 23), horny, and in an adult bookstore. She was
rather attractive in both looks and personality. But
rather than "make a move", Jerry conveyed to her:
friendliness, a sense of being able to be trusted, and
yet by his body language and tone of voice and general
calmness a kind of experience that promised sweet
things if she was so inclined. If she wasn't, no big
deal. I just stood by and smiled and hoped my new tan
and 7-day-old beard made me look less geeky than I
felt.
We watched our loop for a quarter or three. The two
young actors took the young lady soundlessly by mouth,
pussy, and ass in several combinations -- but stayed
strictly away from one another. It was hot to watch,
and I of course became rock hard in my pants, as I'm
sure Jerry did too, but we did not comment on it.
As the third quarter ran out and the screen clicked
off, our companion seeker came up to our booth. Jerry
noticed and asked, "Any luck?"
"Nope," she replied. "It was pretty good, but the two
guys just concentrated on the girl."
"Same here," Jerry said.
There was a short pause. Nothing was said, but I had
the feeling that in some subtle way cards were being
laid on the table. She was letting us know she might be
interested in spending some time with us. After all,
she could have just walked away, but instead she stood
there for a second or two. I didn't know how to pick up
the cards, but Jerry did. More boldly than she or I
could have imagined.
"Would you like to see two guys for real?" he asked. It
was a casually asked question, as if he'd asked her if
she'd like to see our car. But of course the import was
anything but casual. I expected her to walk, and was
feeling embarrassed at his faux pas. My opinion of
Jerry's coolness took a plunge.
But she didn't walk. Silence: and she looked at Jerry,
and he looked right back at her -- serious eye contact.
Then she looked at me, and I just gave her a little
smile and looked right back at her too. Its
speculation, but I think that behind those female eyes
was a battle pitting the organ between her ears against
the organ between her legs. The battle was short.
The lower half won.
"Where?" she asked.
"With us," he replied, even and calm as could be.
She looked from one to the other again.
"Ok," she said. Maybe she thought we were gay and
willing to be exhibitionists for her benefit. Or simply
that we knew a place where a gay movie could be found.
In any case, I was amazed, truly amazed.
"Let's get out of here then," Jerry said, and together
we walked back through the saloon doors, past the
magazines, and into the fresh warm midnight air.
We had about five blocks to walk to the parking lot
where my little blue car was, and we used the time to
get acquainted. I asked her if she lived here, and she
explained that she and a female friend lived in Central
Florida, and had driven down here for two weeks before
returning to school in Tallahassee. Her friend had
found a man last night, and wanted privacy, so she was
temporarily "persona non grata" (in her words) back at
the hotel room.
So she was out on her own, and feeling a little
reckless. "So you wound up at a peep show?" asked Jerry
playfully.
"Why the fuck not?" she replied and for some reason we
all broke up laughing just at the way she said it. I
could feel the awkwardness of the situation starting to
fade away. It was nice to hear her use a word like
"fuck", with a sweet smile on her face.
She said her name was Laura, and we told her ours.
Still, during the silent moments of the walk, I
wondered what the hell Jerry meant "for real" when I
was the only other guy he knew on the island. But there
was no good opportunity to ask without queering the
deal, so to speak.
Back at the car, we climbed in cheerfully, and Jerry
pulled the bag of marijuana (universally known as "pot"
amongst my circle) and offered her a share of our pipe.
"Ah, why the fuck not?" again in her slightly deep (for
a girl) voice, and laughter all around again. Jerry
stuffed the bowl and lit up, and we passed it around as
I backed out and drove aimlessly around the small
island for a half hour or more, as we slowly did
justice to the contents of the pipe, and in so doing,
altered our mood considerably. "We're staying in a tent
at one of the campgrounds, want to go there?" my
somewhat mellowed self asked the light-brown-haired
pixie in the smoke-filled back seat.
"Where else?" came the reply, and there was a bit of
giggling, maybe not only by her, my memory is a bit
hazy at this point.
(For those impatiently waiting for the "good parts",
don't worry they're coming, and coming soon. You'll get
all you want, I think, and maybe then some).
In the last silence of the drive, I tried to face what
I thought was coming. Whenever I'm confronted with some
choice, if I have time I think ahead to what's going to
happen and ask myself "Will you do this?" I wait for
the answer from my heart, and if it's "No, I'm not"
that's it, I don't do it -- I don't really care what
others think. If the answer is "Yes, I will" then I go
ahead and no looking back.
Jerry had invited her to be with us on a promise that
we would engage in some kind of sex act for her. I had
never even considered sex with Jerry or any other man,
even though the thought didn't repel me. Horny as I
was, my libido really was directed only towards
females. But I remember someone saying "sex is really
just giving and receiving pleasure", and it was a
statement I would like to believe but had never really
tested.
Would he suck my cock? Want me to suck his? Fondle each
other? If it felt good, so what? I was far from home,
high, and horny. I trusted Jerry to do nothing I didn't
allow. If I didn't like it I could always just forget
it happened. And if we didn't come through, would she
leave, or worse, go off with Jerry and leave me out of
it?
So would I do it? Yes, I would.
No looking back.
We pulled up to the tent, and as it was after one in
the morning the place seemed pretty deserted, with all
tent occupants either asleep or away. I was glad we had
pitched ours as far from others as was possible, still,
our nearest neighbors were some fifteen feet away.
It wasn't hard to see by the moon, and we piled out and
offered Laura anything she might like to eat or drink.
She declined but needed to pee, and we pointed her
towards the light over the concrete campground
bathroom/shower, a short walk down the path. Off she
went, ourselves rather crassly failing to escort her,
and Jerry asked me:
"Are you up for this?"
"Yeah, sure," I replied.
"It's OK if you're not," he said, and I appreciated his
offering me an out.
"Didn't we promise?" I asked, and he grinned.
"Let's get ready then."
And we crept into the tent.
Jerry pulled out a candle, and mounted it on the tiny
table/box at the head of our fairly small 3-man tent.
He then pulled off his t-shirt. I pulled off mine and
then expressed concern that if we stripped Laura might
freak if she came back and saw us.
We decided to just leave our cutoffs on. I then
retrieved our stash and we loaded the pipe again. By
that time Laura stuck her head in to the tent, saw us,
and let out a giggle. "Hey" cried Jerry in mock offense
at her implied slight of our physiques. She then just
whistled lowly, grinned, and asked if she could join
us.
"Why sure," I said and offered up the pipe. I needed
the relaxation the pot would give me. We lit and slowly
passed the pipe again, each drawing in as much as
possible and holding it, not knowing but not dreading
what might lay ahead of us this night.
As the last was smoked, we sat in silence, then Jerry
leaned over and unsnapped the snap button on my cutoff
jeans. It was the moment of truth, but I had already
decided in the car. He looked at me, and I leaned back
and looked right back with no words but consent in my
eyes.
He slowly unzipped the zipper, and I raised my hips as
he slipped off my pants. If Laura had somehow
misunderstood anything that had transpired before now,
she would speak up and we would stop (and probably be
embarrassed). But she just sat there, only three feet
from me. Watching with interest but saying nothing.
I was now clad only in my briefs. My cock was there
very visibly, not really hard but not really soft
either. For those that are interested in such things,
my member is about 6 1/2 inches long from tip to root
fully erect, is circumcised, and is neither thick nor
thin for it's length.
I heard a little shuffle and saw Laura reposition
herself for a better view. She was still fully clothed,
but her face was starting to look a bit excited. I
didn't know if she would join us, but I hoped so. Jerry
meanwhile very slowly and deliberately took his index
finger and stroked it gently over my still covered
cock.
Laura and I both watched this, and though it felt good
my cock did not start immediately to get harder. But
Jerry seemed intent on getting me to rise while still
concealed so he could reveal me, I suppose, in full
glory. Laura watched, and silence reigned; a foggy
silence, as we all three were floating on our pot-
induced high as well as a growing sexual arousal.
I did a mental trick to produce the expected rise. I
closed my eyes and remembered a scene from the few
minutes of loops we had watched earlier. I thought of
one of the men who had pressed his cock up inside the
ass of the supine girl while she was riding her other
lover.
I imagined the feel of his cock rubbing the other cock
through the thin wall of skin between her vagina and
rectum. Soon, the touch of Jerry's finger felt better,
and I could feel the exquisite pleasure of the blood
filling my cock. I opened my eyes as I felt his hand
leave me, and his fingers loop under the elastic band
of the underwear. I raised my ass again, and my last
remnant of modesty was pulled off.
"Ooooo," I heard Laura moan softly, "Yeah."
Her approval was crucial for me at this stage. Any
doubt about her participation, at least as an onlooker,
would have caused the tension to break disastrously for
me.
Jerry took my cock in his warm hand and lifted it high,
waving it around a bit playfully. Fully hard.
There comes a time with all new sexual partners, where
a line is crossed and you sense all are committed to
carry through with inhibitions left behind. This was
that moment now, and since no one showed any objection
to the proceedings, we all three were able to shed that
last bit of reservation that stood between us and
indulgence in pure lust.
I felt no modesty at all, in fact, I wanted more
pleasure. He knowingly obliged me by stopping the
waving and manually fondling me in a very expert way.
His hand worked slowly up and down my turgid member,
hardening it further and sending sexual thrills up my
spine. Good hand work is rare, and I had never
experienced any before now. That he was a guy and not a
girl, I just didn't care at the moment. I closed my
eyes, leaned my head back, and soaked up the pleasure.
I loved the thought of Laura watching and hopefully
enjoying, in fact, that was an essential element in my
comfort. Had it been Jerry alone, I probably would
never have even considered this activity. Jerry
shifted, I could feel it, but he kept stroking; God,
yes, it was good I remember thinking, but what was he
doing?. "Yes" I heard Laura's excited whisper, "Yes do
it."
Snap. The sound of a button popping. I opened my eyes,
to see her still fully clothed, but her hand was at her
crotch area and I was sure she had unsnapped her
cutoffs. Yes: I could see in the candlelight her right
hand working its way down between her legs, spreading
the zipper. I felt a surge of even greater lust as she
crossed her little barrier. My cock stood inside his
hand, very large it seemed and red, and the head was
flared and purple. A drop of pre-cum had already
dribbled out and down to the edge of the flange, and
another had formed in the tip. I was ready for about
anything at this point - sex hormones fully in control
of my actions.
He was holding me steady now, not moving his hand. I
remember like it was yesterday. He bent his head down
until it was inches from my cockhead. He was going to
suck me. I didn't recoil. I lay still and watched.
Laura was riveted, her eyes on the same scene as mine,
her only motion a gentle circling of her finger down
below.
He looked up at her.
"You like this?" he asked.
"Yes" came the quick breathy answer.
His tongue extended and gently plucked the precum from
my tip. He was teasing me, teasing us both.
"Are you sure?"
"Oh yeah."
"What do you want now?"
"I want you to suck him."
"Suck him how?"
"Suck his dickhead into your mouth, oh, yeah." She
sounded more excited than I had ever seen a woman in my
life. I didn't even know girls could be voyeurs, I
thought that was a man-only thing. So he did. His lips
curled over the wet purple head of my cock, making it
disappear into his mouth.
If this were fiction, I'd tell you of the incredible
burst of pleasure this brought, but in fact the touch
of his lips and tongue were a great deal more gentle
than his hand, and the pleasure while sweet was not
nearly as intense. Still, it was far better than any
other mouth I had ever felt. The several girls that had
treated me thus far in my 24 years were rank amateurs
next to Jerry's technique. This couldn't possibly be
even near his first time doing this.
He sucked, and I could feel him gently licking me too.
The sight was incredible, with his head bobbing slowly
up and down on my cock now glistening with his spittle
in the candlelight. This was not lost on our observer,
who sighed several times as she pleasured herself. My
eyes traveled from his mouth to her finger, and back
again. Jerry and I were both conscious of putting on a
show, and to enhance the effect a little I moaned and
begged him to suck me more.
He responded by stopping his mouth work, and returning
to his hand masturbation on my now very slick shaft.
The increase in pleasure was intense, and I moaned for
real.
"Jack me," I moaned, and he immediately went back to
sucking. I realized I now had some control over his
ministrations on me, albeit in reverse. He really knew
what he was doing; he was a gourmet of sexual delight.
Not only his physical technique, but his giving of
control to me for his pleasuring of me.
I didn't want to come too soon. I wanted the show, and
the pleasure, to last. But every cycle of sucking,
licking, then masturbation brought me a step closer. I
closed my eyes; I could think of nothing but the
sensations on my cock. I was lost in a world of Jerry's
mouth and hands.
I don't know how long it lasted, have no idea. We were
all excited and the sound of uneven breathing filled
the tent. The drugs tend to alter your time perception,
making everything seem to go in wonderful slow motion.
But, eventually the feeling of inevitable release crept
up my loins, and I moaned out loud that I was close.
"Make him cum," I heard her say, softly and pleadingly.
He did, with his hand. He stroked me again and again,
and when I knew he wasn't going to stop till I came all
over myself, I just let it go. In the last delicious
pause before the eruption, I heard a soft feminine
moan.
The orgasm started in my cock and radiated to the tips
of my toes and to the top of my head. I stiffened,
raised up my ass, and squirted several jets of white
cum into the air, falling all over my stomach and legs,
Jerry's hand, and my cock. Rivulets ran out the tip,
over his fingers, and into my pubic hair.
"Oh shit. God damn. God damn." I heard Laura say in a
choked kind of voice. "Oh fuck I want to cum too."
This followed by silence for a short period. I didn't
really see anything. I think I heard her moan and
thrash about a little. I seem to remember staring up at
the top of the tent and waiting for my breathing to
return to something like normal.
Things briefly settled down a bit. I could breathe
again, and I heard the ragged breathing of Laura. She
had cum! And we had brought her off with our show. I
remember these thoughts with pleasure in the aftermath,
then a feeling that I didn't like: the knowledge that
Jerry hadn't cum, and maybe Laura and Jerry would now
get it on without me.
I looked up, and Jerry was looking at Laura. His left
hand was pretty white with streaks of my cum, and as he
looked at her and she at him, he slowly and seductively
began licking my cum off his own hand. I would have
been shocked had I not just had an intense orgasm.
"Oooo," again from her, and she appreciated this sexy
move. I just lay there, recovering, feeling the hot cum
I had shot on myself beginning to get just a little
cooler.
"I want some too" she said, and he moved his hand to
her to offer some of my cum, thinking that's what she
wanted.
"No, I need someone inside me, I want to join you. Will
you let me?"
"Sure." He replied simply.
She looked over at me, only a few feet away, laying
naked and sort of messy and dazed, and asked, "Is it
alright?"
I didn't know exactly what she meant at first, until I
realized she must have thought we were gay lovers. She
wasn't sure Jerry would be interested in her, or if I
would be jealous if he was.
"Go right ahead," I managed to say, and indeed at that
moment I didn't really care, except that I wanted to
stay with them. Neither seemed to have the slightest
interest in gaining privacy by excluding me, however.
I wiped some cum off me as best I could with my
discarded t-shirt, the only rag I could reach. As I
did, Laura swiftly stripped off her top, revealing a
pair of nice firm and rather pointy tits, with nipples
either peaked with excitement or just naturally long.
In a jiffy came off the little cutoff jeans, leaving
only a pair of panties quite obviously soaked in the
middle. All this would have been very exciting had I
not just cum, as it was I simply watched with interest.
"Lie down," she said, peeling off the panties. He did,
slipping off his pants as rapidly as possible. Out
bobbed his cock, of average size, about the size of
mine or a little longer, and well proportioned. He was
very aroused.
She moved eagerly to straddle him, not wasting a moment
or a motion in her heat to couple with the only
available male organ in condition to satisfy her at the
moment. I was certainly out of the action for a while,
but I was beginning to enjoy the sight of her smooth
legs spread over his waist, and her hand going
underneath to take hold of his hard, sensitive cock and
place it next to her pussy. She was too hot to hesitate
with preliminaries, and so was he, so she simply
impaled herself without further ado.
Atop him, she just paused and sat there, as if she
wanted to savor the feel of it for a few moments before
increasing the pleasure. I looked up to her eyes to see
them staring straight ahead, in sort of a glazed
condition. Her breasts seemed swollen and the nipples
were crinkled and pointed. (I was a little amazed at
the heat she was in -- my orgasm had cooled my desire,
at least temporarily, but hers had only seemed to fire
her up more. I suppose that's one of the differences
between the sexuality of men and women; at least, some
women.)
As she sat there, he placed his hands on her hips, then
moved them up her back and pulled her towards him,
until her nipples came down to where his mouth could
reach them. I could see his lips close over her entire
left areola (I was laying to the left of them) as he
sucked, licked, and nibbled causing a deep moan from
her. After a short suck on one, he switched to the
other, and the effect this time was to start her hips
moving.
Once the sweet friction began, both seemed to lose
interest in the nipple sucking, as his head settled
back down and she pulled up erect above him. Her hips
rose and fell in a steady rhythm. She paid no attention
to me, but then again she wasn't the least bit shy
about coupling in my presence. Earlier both had been
teasing and talking as he pleasured me, but the time
for talk was gone; the only thing that mattered to
either of them was the effort to rub genitals together
until the pleasure became unbearable and they exploded.
I had never actually seen people doing live sex before,
only in porno movies. Once I saw the real thing right
next to me, I could feel my so-recently spent member
starting to pleasurably fill again. I knew then I was
probably destined to be a voyeur for life.
She humped him steadily, neither fast nor slow. Her
eyes were closed, but neither Jerry nor Laura had the
energy to make much noise except for heavy breathing. I
could see clearly from only two feet away the point of
coupling between them, and it was very, very wet with
her juices. Her ample patch of light-brown pubic hair
was stained mostly dark with wetness, as were her
thighs and his hairy belly.
The pole of his cock shown greasily in the candlelight
as she lifted off it, only to slide back down again
making it disappear inside her. The process made a wet
and very sexy sound that filled the tent in the
otherwise silent night. I quickly and happily became
fully hard. I stroked myself, then shifted a little
over and on a whim rubbed my cock on her thigh as she
humped up and down on him. She didn't even seem to
notice the contact.
Soon she began to moan, then leaned back and screwed up
her features as the pleasure peaked. Her rhythm changed
from long strokes to short quick hunches as she
obviously endured a powerful set of orgasmic
contractions.
Finally with a gasp she fell forward on her hands, and
opened her eyes and looked down at him. He was still
fully hard inside her. And his need must have been
urgent, because even as she paused and rested for a bit
I could see his hips moving to maintain some friction.
Eventually she too started moving again, then stopped
and held still. He seemed to squirm and let out a long
"ahhhhhhh." Suddenly it hit me that she was probably
tightening her vaginal muscles on him, stroking and
sucking on him without even moving. The effect was
electric, as he started to hump up to her harder. I got
even stiffer.
It didn't take but a few moments before he groaned,
flung his head back and his hips up, and quite
obviously shot spurt after spurt of long-held cum deep
inside her. She just held still and looked down into
his face. As he eventually relaxed, she fell gently
forward on him. They kissed, and I felt a little twinge
of jealousy at being left out. As she lay there, I
stroked my hard cock along her leg once again. She
looked back down at me and smiled.
"Ooooo, another hard one. I have to do something about
that," she murmured, reaching back and taking me in her
hand. Then she rose up, and positioned her knees over
on my side of Jerry's prone and languid body, and said,
"Come on baby, doggy me."
Man, I thought, talk about insatiable. For me, now, the
concept was more than just a word. This was
unbelievable.
Her gorgeous ass was raised in my direction, and I
didn't need a second invitation. I got up on my knees
behind her, and guided my cock up between her legs. Her
whole crotch area was, to put in mildly, a sloppy mess.
Her own copious juices plus white steaks of Jerry's
sperm covered her glistening pink labia, and ran in a
few little rivulets down her thighs. I didn't care, I
just put my cock up there and slid it in.
The feel was hot and wet, but the area was so
lubricated and stretched that it felt almost like
putting your dick in a tub of melted butter. I couldn't
feel much inside her, only the outer rim of her vagina.
But the whole scene was so nasty and sexy, and the
thought of swirling my cock around in a mixture of his
and her cum so enflaming, that I remember almost
shuddering in lust.
It didn't help that as I reached the point where my
balls pressed up against her clit area, cum bubbled out
all around my cock and ran down both our thighs; and a
fabulous wave of hot musky sex smells wafted up my
chest from her ass to my nostrils.
I started humping, with long steady stokes. The feel
was still not there but I kept it up. The movement in
the wetness made sloppy sloshing sounds, and I could
hear the wet slap of my loins on her ass cheeks. Slosh,
slosh, slosh; in a steady beat. The feeling came back
into my cock and started to slowly build. I looked down
briefly and saw Jerry, lying underneath us, casually
and tenderly caressing her hair.
"Oh fuck!" I heard myself say. Slosh, slosh, slosh... I
looked down at her face, turned to the right. I could
see the profile, in the candlelight, of a woman
receiving pleasure.
The arousal in me began to increase rapidly, filling me
with the thick sweet feel of unbridled lust. Slosh,
slosh, slosh...I felt something underneath me, moving,
and realized it was her hand, her fingers circling her
clit and flicking it close to where my balls met her
flesh in the instrokes. Over and over... it was
starting to feel really, really good. Sweet sliding
pleasure.
Slosh, slosh, slosh... and then she said distinctly,
"Fuck me harder."
I obeyed instantly, as a good lover should.
Slosh, slosh, slosh... I pumped my cock into her at a
faster pace, increasing my own pleasure. I didn't want
to increase it too much, because I wanted to be sure
she came before I did. I could still feel her finger
working away down there.
"Oh, fuck, fuck me, fuck me harder!" she panted.
Sloshsloshslosh... I fucked her fast and hard; oddly
the faster pace diminished the feel of pleasure on my
cock, rather than increasing it. If this seems contrary
to the laws of sex, be assured there are none. But she
moaned somewhat frantically, as it had the opposite
effect on her. "FUCKMEHARDER! Oh, harder! HARDER! Oh,
oh," she was almost chanting, her voice rising in pitch
on almost every word.
At last she groaned really hard and started hunching
her ass back at me in the same rhythm I saw when she
came on Jerry. I grabbed her hips and held my throbbing
cock deep and still inside her, hoping to feel the
pulsations of her cum.
Of course, you can't really do that, as the
contractions are subtle and the male organ is a blunt
instrument when it comes to subtle feelings. But still
it is so enjoyable to feel her body quiver and shake
and know that she feels you inside her as she cums
hard.
When the shaking stopped, my stroking started again at
my favorite pace... Slosh, slosh, slosh; slowly but
steadily. The full feeling returned and built in a
delicious spiral.
There wasn't any reason to hold back, so I just let it
go. She patiently stayed in place for me, even though
she stopped moving, as the lovely feelings peaked and
my cock stiffened and let loose several spurts of hot
white sperm into her belly; mixing a delicious cocktail
of juices from all three of us in her well-used love
tunnel. I rode again the peak of joy, having nothing in
my mind but the feeling of the liquid flowing out of me
and into her.
Then it was over. We both stayed coupled for a minute
or two, both gasping a bit for breath and not even
wanting to move. But of course my twice-drained cock
wilted, it's job well done, and after I felt it slide
out of it's own accord there was no reason not to just
fall down on the air mattress in total but satisfied
exhaustion. As I hit the sack I felt, rather than saw,
her collapse also, right on top of Jerry who had
patiently just lain there as we fucked above him.
"Damn that was good," I heard her murmur, and Jerry
answered "Amen." Breathing gradually returned to
normal, and some languid efforts were made to rearrange
our sweating naked bodies to a more comfortable
configuration, particularly with Laura crawling off
Jerry.
I had a powerful urge to pee, and reluctantly pulled on
a pair of boxers and walked (staggered?) out of the
tent and down to the communal bathroom. Looking down at
my spent cock as I pissed, and feeling the slick
wetness of her lingering on it, I felt a sense of pride
and pleasure at what it and I had done tonight.
Returning, I noticed the candle still burning, but
Jerry and Laura rearranged into a spoon, with Jerry on
the right and Laura glued behind him, her loins pressed
to his ass. The inside of our little tent reeked,
absolutely reeked, of sweat and sperm and musky sex. I
blew out the candle, slipped off the boxers and pressed
my body up close behind her, with my cock pressed
nicely into her ass crack.
She at first made no move, but then her hand reached
back and caressed the side of my hip just enough to let
me know I was right where she wanted me to be.
The last thing I remember of that night was the feel of
her wet sweaty smooth back against my chest.
Part
II
Come on, take another little piece of my heart now,
baby you know you got it, if it makes you feel good.
-- Janis Joplin, "Another Piece of my Heart"
I awoke slowly, opening my eyes to the now familiar
haze of blue and white sunlight that filtered through
our tent walls. I was lying on my left side, facing the
outer wall of the tent, on the side where the morning
sun struck it. It was brighter than usual, probably
because it was later in the morning than usual. I had
no idea what time it might be, and didn't care.
The familiar sounds of birds outside, and other campers
doing things and talking, filtered into my ears along
with a new sound: gentle snoring. It was the snoring
that reminded me that I wasn't alone.
Hazily I remembered the night before, and felt that
languid sense of delicious relaxation you sometimes get
when you've slept soundly. I lay there for a while just
taking it all in, before being unable to resist turning
over and seeing what was on the other side.
What was there was the nude body of a young girl whose
name I knew was Laura, but that's nearly all I knew
about her. She lay only a foot away from me, in the
middle of our cramped tent space, on her side and
facing Jerry who lay sleeping on his side facing the
far wall. They were no longer touching in the spoon
from last night, but were about a foot apart. I was the
first one up, and I took advantage of that to just look
and think and savor the situation as best I could.
Her face was away from me and I couldn't see it, being
partially hidden in a tangle of blondish brown hair.
She looked blonder than I remembered last night. Her
body was tanned but not darkly, and the outline of the
two-piece suit she wore on the beach was evident on her
back and around her hips. Except for the tiny blonde
hairs that could only be seen if you looked very
closely, her body was smoothly shaped, rising over the
beautiful mounds of her ass to taper off into two
perfect legs and two pretty feet with white soles. It
was a sight to make your heart soar, and it almost made
me sigh out loud.
Too many woman believe themselves to be ugly or just
ordinary if they don't qualify as the perfect
centerfold model. Laura probably didn't think of
herself as exceptionally attractive. But this isn't
true -- I've tried to tell so many women I know how
beautiful and sexy they really are, even without being
perfect, but the words somehow can't even begin to
convey the full truth of it. The female body is a poem
to a heterosexual man, and in the words of the
philosopher whose name I can't remember, it "proves the
existence of God."
As I observed the proof that lay so near to me, I
watched the rise and fall of her chest, and became
aware that it synchronized perfectly to the sounds of
the snoring. It was her and not Jerry. For some reason,
which I will try to explain in a moment, this was a
profound revelation to me. I had not known before this
that girls were even capable of snoring -- the sound
was so rude that I had thought these angelic creatures
incapable of it.
You see, in order for the ordinary reader to understand
what I was feeling then, I need to explain that I had
grown up as an only child somewhat isolated from the
real world. My mother was a strictly correct lady, who
taught me by her example and her words that the world
of women was one of stern but gentle beings standing
high on alabaster pedestals, striving always for a
state of moral perfection. (True, she once admitted,
might be a few bad apples that had fallen from their
lofty perches, but in doing so they had fallen from the
community of real women and were to be avoided by any
decent person).
Yes, she said as she explained the "birds and bees" to
me in junior high school, women do have sex; but no
woman enjoys it for itself, only to reproduce the
species or sometimes to please the animal appetites of
the man she loves. Sex is simply too dirty and too
crude to be actually enjoyed by any woman worthy of a
decent man's attention. Any woman who shows an interest
is a fallen one, pretending, in a game of manipulation
to gain advantage of you, probably for money.
My later experiences had cast some doubt on this bleak
view of human sexuality. I didn't really believe it,
but had never had the experiences necessary to break
it's cold, clammy grip on my subconscious. Heretofore
my sexual encounters had been mostly with fairly
passive partners, or in a few cases disagreeable ones.
How could I be sure those who seemed to enjoy it
weren't pretending?
So why was her gentle snoring such a revelation?
Because in some simple way in made her a human being.
Not an alabaster-pedestalled angel, nor a fallen woman
in league with the devil -- but simply a human just
like Jerry and I. Only someone as inexperienced with
women as me could have needed such an odd trigger to
discover such an obvious truth.
So I lay and watched and absorbed these thoughts until
the snoring faded and she stirred as if beginning to
awaken. A fact about me is that I am almost always
horny in the morning, and studying the naked form of
the sleeping Laura hadn't done anything to diminish
that tendency. Indeed, my well-used member had
recovered it's verve from the exertions of the night
before, and already was semi-erect. Her ass crack was
inviting, and I snuggled up fully against her just as I
had just before falling asleep, being careful to fit my
warm cock along the valley between her cheeks.
For a minute or two she didn't react and I thought she
was still asleep, so I just selfishly enjoyed the feel
of her body as my cock finished becoming fully erect
trapped in it's fleshy female straightjacket.
The first motion from her that indicated she was awake
was a pressing of her ass tighter against my loins. A
lovely positive response to my mood, or maybe just a
assertion of hers, but certainly she was not
pretending. My heart started pounding more quickly in
my chest.
I responded to her response my pressing even tighter
against her. My cock was now very tightly trapped, but
the sensation was pleasure not pain. We lay that way
for a few moments, then without moving any other part
of her body she began gently working her hips up and
down in a small motion, rubbing my hard cock and
sending sensations of delight all through me. The
desire and arousal that had been mostly below my waist
now began to spread through my whole body.
Then suddenly she shifted away from me and out of
contact, sliding over about a foot to the prone form of
Jerry and spooning herself against him as she had been
the night before. I was surprised and disappointed, and
it spoke to my secret insecurities that I thought she
might be choosing him over me.
But she wasn't -- her hand reached back and touched me,
and with a pulling motion she signified she wanted me
back in position. I slid over and sandwiched her
against him, a position she obviously loved to be in.
She was the meat and we were the bread, and it was a
delightfully tight squeeze.
I had again placed my cock in it's former position, and
again she rubbed back against me. My face was in her
hair, and I took advantage of that position to shower
some kisses on the back of her neck, before I saw some
motion and looked up to see her arm snaking over
Jerry's waist and down towards his private parts. I
couldn't see, but I knew from the slight flexing of her
arm muscles that she was holding and caressing his cock
to a state of hardness, while waking him up as sweetly
as possible at the same time.
We lay like that, almost motionless, for some languid
minutes. But the lack of apparent motion belied what
was going on, for we were three fully awake and aroused
sexual partners, subtly stimulating each other's
genitals in preparation for more strenuous action.
Eventually, she stopped stroking him, satisfied by the
feel of it that stage of her mission was successfully
accomplished. She then pressed her rear strongly
against me, pushing me back a bit, then pulled away to
get a little separation. Into the gap she placed her
hand on my hard, hot cock and guided it not between her
cheeks but into the tiny triangle of space between the
lips of her pussy and her closed upper thighs. I fit
there snugly, with the top of my cock flush against her
labia, and the tip poking all the way through to the
other side, probably making it appear to someone
looking from her front that she had a short thick
stubby little cock right under her pubic patch.
Now she could get some direct stimulation too, and I
proceeded to give it to her, sawing my cock slowly and
gently back and forth, being sure to keep the top ridge
rubbing against her labia. I could feel the heat, and
the wetness beginning to seep out there. I kissed her
shoulders and neck some more, for good measure. I liked
being so near to her I could smell the milky scent of
her skin and the traces of shampoo on her hair.
No words had been spoken throughout all this, we had
communicated by feel and instinct alone. But to carry
out her desires fully, she needed to give Jerry some
instruction:
"Turn over," she whispered to him. (We could all hear
the noises of other people around us outside the tent
going about daily activities, and none of us wanted to
attract attention with any obvious sexual sounds, so we
kept as quiet as we could).
He did, and was face to face with her. I could see the
smile on his face as he turned. As they looked at one
another's eyes (I wished selfishly that I was able to
look at her face) she moved her hand down and again
began fondling his cock. But this time, she pulled him
forward towards the spot where I was located, and urged
his hard long dick up underneath mine and into the
little love nest formed by her closed thighs.
He didn't resist, and I soon felt his velvet hardness
sliding along the underside of mine. He pressed as
close as he could, and his cock tip protruded until it
nuzzled up against my ball sack. It was not an
unpleasant sensation. My own tip rested in the meeting
place of his pubic hair and hers.
So we lay for another few moments, bathing in the
lustful sensations Laura's sexual creativity had made
for us. Until I kissed her neck again, and began to
gently move my cock back and forth. This time, my
genitals were sandwiched between his and hers, just
like her body was sandwiched between Jerry and I. I was
the motion man, neither of the others moved. I felt
like I was fucking them both simultaneously, and the
thought sent a wicked thrill through my whole body.
The only other movement was Jerry's, as he brought his
hand up to her chest and began to pinch and fondle her
nipples. Obviously, she had sensitive breasts, because
shortly this action along with my cock rubbing on her
pussy lips pulled a whispered moan of lust and approval
from deep in her throat.
We kept it up for a while, but she had other ideas. We
were just passively letting her be the director, and
she was doing an excellent job.
Her next instruction to Jerry was a whispered: "Let me
suck you."
He pulled his cock from it's warm nest under mine, and
slid up towards the head of the tent until his loins
aligned with her face. From behind her I turned my head
up to see her take his red cock with the velvet purple
head and insert it between her lips. He sighed, and I
could hear a wet suckling sound as she started a motion
of her lips and tongue. She sucked strongly for a
minute or two, only pausing to take the cock from her
mouth and whisper to me:
"Put yours inside me."
From our position, this was in fact easier said than
done. I could only think of two possibilities --
folding both her legs upward into a sitting position
and coming in from the bottom; or turning her torso
slightly, scissoring her kegs, and putting it in from
the side. I chose the former, hoping for a deeper
penetration.
She complied easily as I withdrew my cock, noticing the
wetness that covered the top of it, and moved her legs
for her. I then laid down back into position behind
her, and maneuvered my cockhead up to her labia. I
teasingly rubbed it back and forth on her lips a few
times, then inserted it into it's favorite place. There
was nothing difficult about the penetration, and I
slowly slid it as far as I could, until again the
roundness of her ass seated firmly into the indention
of my loins.
There was nothing to do now but, quite frankly, to fuck
and suck until our orgasms exploded within us. She had
the problem of keeping up concentration on him as I
fucked her, and we all were apparently determined to
try and keep as quiet as possible. Nevertheless, from
within the tent the quiet subtle sounds of sex were
unmistakable: The wet suckling of her mouth on his
cock, and her pussy on mine. The breathing was regular
but getting heavier.
I just lay there and humped steadily, as minutes passed
and the sounds kept delighting my ears. The sugary
pleasure on my cock kept building, and I wondered if
I'd be able to hold out long enough for her to cum
before I did -- always a goal of mine.
The answer was soon in coming, as I heard the suckling
stop and a series of small grunts come from her, which
she obviously was trying to keep under control. Her
body shook, and the now familiar hunches of her loins
started coming in waves. The view I had from behind of
her cumming was grand, and I paused in my stroking to
enjoy it. (Laura was, by far, the most easily orgasmic
woman I had ever met.
Most women, before her and after her, take much more
work and time than she did to achieve release. I
suppose it's an anatomic, or maybe a mental thing.) The
hunches and quivering stopped, and she let out a
pathetically satisfied sigh. I resumed pumping, unable
to control my wayward loins. She too resumed her
sucking, generously giving him pleasure even after hers
had passed for the moment.
It wasn't long before I reached the point of no return.
I just pushed in as far as I could, and managed a
whispered "I'm cumming" before the juice spurted out of
me and into her steamy tunnel. I'm not going to try to
describe the orgasm -- you either have experienced some
like it, or you are too young to be reading this.
Suffice it to say it stiffened my muscles for a few
seconds, flooded my mind with a wave of ecstasy, then
died away as I relaxed gasping a little for breath.
I lay there, and she lay there -- only one more to go.
I once again heard the suckling, which seemed louder
now and more determined. Shortly, he whispered:
"Here it comes," and this was followed by a cessation
of noise. Her sucking stopped, and so did his
breathing.
I knew at that moment his hot salty sperm was pulsing
into her mouth.
After maybe ten seconds, Jerry let out a loud
exhalation of breath.
Followed by some ragged breathing as he began coming
down.
We all lay still for a minute or two. Breathing all
around returned to normal. And from the stillness she
whispered:
"Damn that was beautiful."
*
After that, we all slowly dragged ourselves up, put on
some clothes, took a really very badly needed shower,
and sat down for a breakfast of Jerry's fixing. It was
about noon, on the first full day of our being
together.
Real life intruded, and things needed to be done. Laura
had to find a pay phone and call Molly, her traveling
companion, to let her know she was alive and well. The
plan had been for Laura to be absent to give Molly and
Pedro, her new-found beau, some time to make love.
Eventually, after midnight, Laura was to return to the
room to sleep.
Having not returned, Molly was left to wonder whether
Laura's luck had been good, or worry that it had been
very, very bad. Laura said when she returned that she
had assured Molly that her luck had been unbelievably
good, which brought a smile from us. Molly and Pedro
offered to meet us at the beach, and of course we
agreed.
We met later that afternoon. Molly was a dark-haired
and rather stoutly built girl, about Laura's age and
with an attractive shape that probably wouldn't last as
she got older. Her face was not nearly as nice as
Laura's, but I don't believe in judging people by their
appearance. What did strike me was that Molly was quite
hairy, in opposition to Laura's shaven smoothness.
One could see the curls of black pubic hair peeking
from around the edges of Molly's one-piece suit, a
defect she must have know about but didn't care to
correct. Her underarms were unshaven also. Pedro was a
bit of a surprise. I expected a tall dark Latin lover
type, but he was small and somewhat thin. He was dark
and Latino, however, and spoke English in a way that
let you know immediately it wasn't his native language.
After these descriptions, you may be thinking that
later on all five of us are going to get it on in an
orgy later in this story. Forget it. Don't you remember
I told you up front this wasn't a made-up erotic
fantasy? Not that that kind of thing couldn't happen,
but it's pretty rare in the real world. In fact, the
thought never really crossed our minds, but joking on
the drive over to the beach Jerry had asked why Laura
had passed on a threesome with Molly and Pedro only to
find us.
Laura smiled, but told us Molly was the possessive
type, so much so that she didn't want Laura to even be
around Pedro very much. In the phone call, Molly had
seemed a little relieved that Laura had found a
companion elsewhere and wouldn't be any competition for
her.
However, we all got along quite well. The public beach
at Key West is not really what you'd expect: a long
wide strip of perfect white sand bordering a crystal
blue sea. The sea is crystal blue and beautiful all
right, but the beach was (I don't know if it has
changed) narrow, yellow-brown, and partially covered
with seaweed. We saw more than one tourist family drive
up, look around, and depart disappointed and
complaining.
But the real beauty is just beneath the water, and
Jerry and I had nearly burned backs from all the
snorkeling we had done all week looking at the
fantastic array of coral and sea life. Laura and Molly
didn't know this, and we loaned them our gear and let
them paddle around fascinated. Pedro didn't seem to
care much. He wasn't very talkative.
I was, at that time, a devoted amateur photographer,
and had brought both my 35mm Minoltas with an array of
lenses to document our trip. I wanted badly to document
Laura, but she was exceedingly camera-shy, and I was
too much of a gentleman to force it. I did sneak one
candid shot of her, under one of the concrete sunshades
they have there, looking out at the ocean. But it's a
distant shot, and you see her face only in profile.
Still, I have it to this day.
Molly and Pedro weren't shy, and posed for me. It's
from this picture that I wrote my descriptions above.
Without that picture I'd never really remember what
they looked like. They do play a minor role in this
tale, however, which is why I introduced them to you.
The day passed pleasantly. I do remember sitting on the
beach with Jerry, looking at some dolphins play out in
the ocean, when I noticed Molly and Laura talking
together under the sunshade about twenty feet away. I
couldn't make out the words, except for a rather loud
"Really?!?" from Molly, and she looked over at us. I
imagine Laura had told her of the true nature of our
companionship.
Molly had brought a large bag of essentials for Laura,
at her request. Laura said was just being her generous
self, giving Molly and Pedro the full use of the their
room even though she was paying for part of it. Of
course, Laura asked us if she could keep on hanging out
with us. Ah, why the fuck not? we replied. That silly
little phrase was becoming something of a battle cry. I
was amazed and thrilled she would want to move in with
us, in that tiny tent, giving up a comfortable hotel
room.
Later, I sat and talked with Laura as Jerry and Molly
paddled about over the shallow reef (we only had two
sets of masks and snorkels). Laura was, as I guessed, a
student at Florida State, but I would have never
guessed her major: mathematics. Here was no airhead
looking for a husband. Her ambition? To go into
astronomy when she graduated. You should know about me,
that I am attracted emotionally to intelligent women. I
admit, I was feeling an attraction to her; an
attraction that given our circumstances might turn out
to be troublesome.
Talk turned to sex, and she explained the outlines of
her history to me. She had entered college a virgin and
a confirmed "good girl", having learned at her mother's
knee that was the only acceptable way to be. I could
relate to that. But once she did let go a little and
discovered how "wonderful" (her word) it really was,
she regretted having started so late, as she said. She
had just recently turned 21.
She now considered herself an adventurer, determined on
a philosophy of liberation, and seeking to find the
boundaries of her sexuality. She didn't have a
boyfriend, and didn't want to be tied down by anyone at
this point. I returned the favor and told her about
myself. In particular, I made it clear that Jerry and I
were nothing but friends, and that in fact I had never
even had any bisexual leanings that I knew of.
She then confessed the obvious, that the scene of two
men having sex had been a secret fantasy of her even
while a virgin, and it "always got her off." She didn't
know why. Still, having some free time due to Molly's
involvement, she had wandered into the movie arcade
last night on a whim to satisfy her curiosity about how
it might really look. Her seeming casualness had been
just a cover for the nervousness she really felt being
there.
I told her I thought she might have been lucky that we
turned out to be the nice guys we really were.
She admitted going with us was stupid. She said she was
tempted by Jerry's offer, but would have declined out
of common sense except the movie had gotten her horny
and that made the offer "irresistible." I knew the
feeling, and wondered aloud if, since males were often
guilty of "thinking with their dicks" if girls also had
a similar problem. She allowed that sometimes, she did.
"So what now?" I asked when the conversation flagged.
She looked at me with an expression impossible to
adequately describe, and said, "There are a lot of
combinations three people can get into."
"Yes," I replied. And she said, "I want to try them
all."
*
We wound up the day on the dock at sunset, watching the
crowd watch the fiery sun descend into the Gulf of
Mexico. I really can't remember any particular moment
when I have felt more alive than right then. None of
the three of us did much talking, we just sat and
sipped our beers and took it all in. I had already
photographed this scene several times earlier and
hadn't bothered to bring the camera now, but I wished I
had so I could defy Laura's camera shyness and
immortalize her glowing in the last light of the
setting sun.
There amongst the tourist families with their kids, the
Caribbean musicians making steel-jacketed rhythms, and
the smells of the street vendors' food, I found myself
unable to stop thinking about sex. The events of the
last night and morning had, rather than burn me out,
just whetted an appetite for more. I remembered the
look of Laura as she rode Jerry, and the way she
hunched her loins when she came.
The feel of both his lips and her pussy on me, and the
languid motions as we all shifted positions to change
or increase our mutual pleasure. The remembrance
stirred me greatly and made my cock down below long to
be touched. As the last deep blues of the sunset turned
to blackness, the question arose as to what we wanted
to do next. I wasn't interested in much of anything
except returning to our love nest and resuming our
tryst, but I didn't say that. Jerry did.
"Well, we could always just go back to the camp and
hang out."
"I second that proposal. Especially the hanging out,"
Laura replied with a smile at her own little joke.
"Third, and carried," I said, very happy that my co-
conspirators were, despite their casualness about it
all day, just as eager as I was. It's not often you're
lucky enough to get three people together with such
compatible personalities and mutual interests as we
were then. Sexual experimentation was our main
interest, the rest of the day was basically just to
pass time and recharge our batteries. We all three were
laid back enough for the threesome to hang together
without tension, at least for a little while. But my
own few twinges of insecurity and jealousy and
gradually increasing attraction towards Laura (but not
Jerry) let me know that this kind of arrangement was
way too unstable to do anything but collapse if given
time.
"Might as well get started early. I feel real
energetic," said Laura as we walked to the car, she
being nothing if not honest. I wondered what exactly
was on her mind, or in her plans, but didn't ask.
We piled in my little car again, Laura in the back, and
I headed the four or so miles across the island to our
campground. We didn't do any smoking, but after about a
mile I noticed a tanned feminine arm snaking it's way
between the two bucket seats and towards Jerry's
crotch. The fingers undid his zipper, and fished
inside. He said nothing, nor made any move, he just sat
and watched.
I kept glancing between the road and Jerry, seeing the
fingers kneading and caressing inside the zipper.
Pretty soon they brought forth their prize: a fully
erect male penis. Laura pulled it out from inside his
shorts, pointed it straight up, and proceeded to stroke
and fondled it slowly but effectively. Jerry made no
particular motion or sound in response, but it was
obvious he was enjoying the delicious feelings.
I got hard too, and felt my own cock just to rearrange
it to be more comfortable in my pants. I got a real
charge out of the wantonness of it, and felt no
jealousy towards his luck at being the passenger rather
than the driver. Luckily, though, it wasn't a long
drive. I pulled up near the tent, and Laura released
her prize.
He tucked it back in somehow, and we wasted no time
getting into our tent. We were early this time, but the
tents around us seemed deserted, probably our neighbors
were out doing something. I only gave it passing
thought, because in fact we all were too horny to care.
Apparently, my companions had been thinking lusty
thoughts throughout the day as I had.
As Laura zipped up the door and pulled the flaps down
for privacy, I lit the candle, and Jerry lit the pipe.
We passed it slowly, sitting in a tight circle with
knees touching, inhaling deeply, not speaking much but
all savoring the anticipation of the sensual delights
to come. As the drugs mellowed us out, removing what
few inhibitions we might have had left, I had the
revelation that anticipation is a form of foreplay --
not be rushed but enjoyed like every part of sex.
When the pot was gone, the fondling started. Jerry and
I were already hard and ready, and probably Laura was
wet. But we took our time, as t-shirts were removed
baring torsos. Hands reached to caress breasts and
finger nipples -- not all just Laura's. As I leaned
over to take her left nipple into my mouth, she was
playing with Jerry's nipples as he slid closer to her
to make it easier to reach both of them.
After a good solid licking and sucking, I moved up to
lick her ear. This made her quiver a bit, and she
turned to kiss me. We exchanged tongues lustfully,
swirling deeply in each others' mouth.
She broke the kiss and turned to Jerry, and they kissed
equally lustily. I could see the movement inside their
cheeks as their tongues intertwined. I reached over and
tweaked her pointy nipples as they kissed. When they
separated, Laura placed a hand under each of our chins,
and pushed us together. She wanted us to kiss.
Jerry leaned, and I just was too mellow to care. Our
lips met, and his tongue slid inside my mouth. I kissed
him back, and could hear Laura murmur her approval. I
told myself I was doing it for her. But it wasn't
repulsive, kissing him, it just wasn't nearly as
exciting as kissing a woman was to me.
Following our kiss, the general consensus was that we
should all be naked. Bottoms were peeled off, as were
underwear. Seconds later, our clothes lay in a pile,
and we three were as naked as the day we were born. It
felt liberating to be that way, not only because my
long-hard cock could finally bob free, but also because
it was hot in that tent -- it hadn't had a chance to
cool off much from the heat of the day. A sheen of
sweat had already started to form on us, and it made
our skins seem a bit shiny in the candlelight.
We paused in the action to take in the scene. All three
of us were voyeurs, so we just looked each other's
naked bodies over. Laura took it a step further,
spreading her knees wider to give us a view of her
treasures. It was only fair, as by nature our genitals
were fully in view but hers were hidden unless revealed
by her actions.
Her labia were puffed out and glistening wet, and she
emphasized this by holding her lips apart and running a
finger through her slit, gathering juice on her
fingertip. She offered the wet digit to my lips, and I
licked and then sucked her whole finger like it was a
miniature cock. Always considerate and generous, she
withdrew the finger, lubed it up again, and offered it
to Jerry. He too gave it a good sucking before she
eventually withdrew it.
It's a fact of every threesome in the real world, that
there are awkward moments, and one came on us now. No
one was really sure what the others wanted in the way
of a configuration, although everyone wanted to do
something sexy. After a few moments, Jerry came though
in his role of prodder, inviting Laura to take control.
"Any special requests?" He asked her.
She didn't answer quickly, and seem to ponder before
saying "You won't be mad if I tell will you?"
"Of course not," I said, not really knowing.
"Well, if you don't want to, say so, but I really want
to see two guys really fucking."
"You mean up the ass?" Jerry asked. She nodded yes.
We really didn't respond, so she continued:
"It's OK if you don't, I know you guys really aren't
gay or anything."
Tension, a stranger since early last night, rose
slightly. Jerry looked at me and could tell I wasn't
real keen on this proposal, so he let me off the hook
by asking:
"How about if we try a little 69?"
"Oooo that would be nice!" replied Laura, and they
looked at me.
The tension melted away.
"Sure, why not?" I said.
"Why don't you lay down here on your side, sweetie?"
she suggested. I lay down, my cock still very hard and
longing for attention. Without instruction, Jerry moved
over and lay down on his side in front of me. His face
was in front of my cock, and my cock was in front of
his face.
I could feel his hand take me, and he slid over a
little closer. I reached forward and took his cock,
holding it by the base. It was the first time in my
life I had ever touched another man's genitals. Like
mine, it was warm, hard, yet velvety smooth. I felt him
pull me and I shifted forward towards his face, then
felt the gentle warmth as his mouth enclosed my most
sensitive body part.
I was the moment of truth. I felt within me a kind of
quiet surrender, then extending my tongue I swirled it
around the head of his cock. It tasted salty and felt
smooth and warm. I licked around the head a bit, then
curling my lips over my teeth I inserted him in my
mouth. I was a strange feeling but not unpleasant. I
was just giving, and receiving, pleasure.
It would be a lie to say that either his sucking of my
cock or my sucking of his was a huge thrill. Like last
night, the actual feel of his oral attentions was
pleasant, but too soft to be truly thrilling. And my
attentions to him were too new, and I was too
inexperienced, to have the kind of confidence it takes
to just lose yourself in it. Still, I gave the kind of
blowjob I like to get, all lips and tongue, alternating
between deep sucking and external licking. I felt not
the slightest twinge of shame or guilt, a little to my
surprise.
Behind me was Laura, watching with interest. I couldn't
see what she was doing, but I felt her hand touch my
back and side, and begin caressing me tenderly.
"This is so beautiful" she said, "Thank you, thank
you." That word again: beautiful. She used it this
morning. I had thought of sex as many things, including
fun, nasty, forbidden, delightful, sensuous, naughty;
but never beautiful. It was another new concept to me:
sex might be more than a wicked forbidden thrill.
But now was not a time for concepts. The feeling down
below was sweet, but I knew it would be a long time
before it could build to the kind of intensity that
would cause me to cum. Still I lapped and licked and
sucked on my friend's organ of pleasure. I knew Laura
was watching, and I wanted to please her so I put on a
little show by taking him out of my mouth, and looking
up at her, then licking all around the head. This made
her murmur "mmmmmmm."
"Can I get in on this?" she asked, out of the blue.
Jerry kept on sucking me, so I took advantage of his
silence to assert myself for the first time since our
little couplings began, what, only last night?. Anyway,
I knew what I wanted.
"How about if you get in here between Jerry and me, and
you eat him while I eat you?" I suggested.
"Oh yes, sounds grand to me," was her reply.
I shifted myself back to make way for her. Jerry
removed me from his mouth and we all tried shifting
around to accommodate what I think is called a daisy-
chain. The idea was for Jerry to suck me, me to suck
Laura, and Laura to suck Jerry all in a circle. A kind
of three-way sixty-nine. It sounds sexy but it is hard
to get into position for.
Jerry and I formed a V shape, with his head at the
point of the V, next to my cock. Between the arms of
the V Laura tried to fit in facing both of us, making a
triangle. But it was awkward to get her pussy where I
could reach it comfortably while at the same time she
could reach his cock. We struggled so much that we'd
have laughed over it had we been less horny.
Funny how sex is such a serious business once the
genitals get sufficiently enflamed. I solved it by
suggesting she turn around. That placed her in a more
natural position to get to him, and she could raise her
upper leg to give me access to her pussy.
After a bit of shuffling and adjusting, we got where we
could give and receive pleasure without straining. Her
ass was more or less in my face. I rested my cheek on
her lower thigh, and inhaled the powerful musky aroma
of a fully aroused female. There must be some scent
that women excrete that attracts men -- I know it
attracts me. I love eating pussy more that any sex act
except actually cumming inside a woman. I never pass up
an opportunity, which is why I had suggested this form
of coupling.
Of course, she was extremely wet. I kissed around on
her thighs by way of a little teasing, then began
licking my way towards her slit. She wanted me, because
she shifted slightly towards me. I as got close, I felt
the sweet warmth of Jerry's mouth close over my cock
again. I welcomed it as my tongue made it's first long
swipe up her slit. It was still a bit awkward compared
to licking a woman on her back, but this was only a
minor in convince.
The indescribable lustiness of her taste filled both my
tongue and my nostrils, making me want to dive deep in
and never come out. I am not being immodest when I say
I am very good at pleasing a woman with my mouth. I
knew enough even back then to understand that every
woman is different, and you have to begin by
experimenting to find where her sweet spots are. I
licked her labia, and inserted my tongue into her hole.
All the while, Jerry was doing his licking and sucking
thing.
Fortunately, he was not masturbating me with his hand,
as he had done last night, else I might have been
unable to prevent cumming sooner than I wanted to.
Laura had a prominent clitoris. Many women have hidden
ones, but hers was easy to find and projected somewhat
from the top of her slit. (This may have been the
reason for her easily achieved orgasms, but I don't
know for sure). I didn't know how sensitive she was, so
I licked around it, then gently on it. Then a little
harder, waiting to feel a reaction from her. When she
pressed forward, not pulled away, I knew I was at the
right spot with approximately the right pressure.
I didn't stay there, preferring to leave and lick
elsewhere, then return. The same teasing that Jerry was
doing to me, varying the pressure and style of his
sucking and licking.
The tent once again was filled with the gentle sounds
of sex in progress, this time the wet sucking sounds of
three people giving head to one another. The taste, the
feel, the sounds, the smells -- all wonderful, all
delightful, all -- beautiful. Three soul mates lost in
a world of the other's bodies.
We sucked, licked, tongued, kissed. Over and over. I
began to insert my finger into her vagina, to increase
the pleasure for her. I put it as deep as possible, and
begin finger-fucking as I licked. She moaned around
Jerry's cock. Everyone knew that by concentrating on
one spot, he or she could bring on an orgasm, but we
all wanted to prolong the pleasure and not end it,
until the urge because unbearable.
One time as I flicked her clit, she stopped sucking and
said "Right there! Don't stop!"
I licked it again and again, this time knowing she was
close. Soon her sucking of Jerry stopped, and she
moaned a little high-pitched moan that signified her
cumming was soon to be. Her body seemed to stiffen, and
her hips thrust forward. I could feel the tiniest
little flutter deep inside her on my fingertip. She
stayed stiff for what seemed forever, maybe fifteen
seconds.
Then she exhaled and relaxed suddenly. I removed my
finger and inserted my tongue into her hole to see if
she tasted different. Not really, but very, very strong
and delicious.
As I lay there, Jerry resumed sucking. I don't think
she was doing him at the time, as she was still
recovering. I let him, but simply lay there myself
looking at her enchanting pussy in the dim light, the
wetness shining on her thighs and the curly wet matted
hair mixing with the still dry upper parts of her pubic
patch. The lewdness and delightful nastiness of the
situation filled my mind, and I reveled in it.
Suddenly, I was hit by something that has rarely
happened to me, before or since. Unexpectedly, a wave
of pleasure shot up my spine and my hips seemed to push
forward on their own. My body was like on remote
control; it stiffened and I began to cum in Jerry's
mouth. I hadn't felt it coming, yet it was powerful and
joyous. I had no choice but to give in and feel jet
after jet of cum pulse out of my cock.
I relaxed after a few seconds (it only *feels* like
minutes!). He had taken it all in his mouth. I'd have
warned him if I'd known, but I didn't hear any
complaints. Instead we all lay in our little heap
without speaking for a few minutes.
We untangled shortly, and Laura asked me if I had cum.
I said yes of course, for it was true. But I knew Jerry
hadn't, so once again I figured he would have her to
himself for a bit. Why was I always cumming first? I
thought I was pretty good at holding it, but it wasn't
turning out to be all that true.
"I'll gladly take care of you sweetie," was what I
heard her say, as she shifted position on the mattress.
"Come fuck me." He got up, and I could see she had
aligned herself straight on the mattress and on her
back. Again, I was to be a spectator, so I got out of
the way over to the side of the tent they weren't on,
and just lay there on my side.
For some reason, I guess my intense state of horniness
all throughout the day, I wasn't as drained as usual,
even though the orgasm had been pretty intense (which
ones aren't?). I again felt a pang as he got down on
his knees between her spread legs, his hard red cock
jutting out proudly, well sucked and covered still with
a sheen of spit. I suppressed the pang of jealousy,
though, by determining to just watch and enjoy it as
best I could, hoping again for sloppy seconds if such
were available.
He moved his cock down to her in a smooth sensual
motion, bending his whole body down. He then took the
hard tool and starting rubbing it up and down her wet
slit.
"Fuck!" he simply said, looking into her eyes.
"Fuck me," she replied, looking back.
At that word, he shoved his hips forward, sheathing
himself in one smooth stroke. His cock vanished inside
her, and his pubic hair pressed forward till it mingled
with hers. He held his upper body up with his arms, and
looked down at her from directly above. She moaned as
he slid in as far as he would go. Her moan made my soft
cock jump.
They held still for a few moments, looking into each
other's eyes. Another pang as I saw this, but still my
cock was starting to rise again, so soon after it's
late emission. I touched it and encouraged it: if I was
going to have to watch them make it, I wanted to be
aroused enough to enjoy it as a voyeur.
Soon he began moving, pulling his cock out very far,
until only the tip was lodged in her, then smoothly
sliding it all the way back again. Holding it in her,
then repeating the delicious process. I could see the
pleasure light in both their eyes as the rubbing sent
sparks through their aroused bodies.
She soon began a gentle heaving back at him, matching
her pelvic thrusts to his. As she did this, he dropped
down off his arms so that their chests flattened
against one another, and her pointed nipples pressed
against his. She moaned and her arms went around him,
then her legs shifted up and locked around behind his
hips.
She held him tight, and this brought a short pause in
the action. He stopped thrusting and they both lay
still. Her hips were curved upwards in a way that
looked incredibly sexy to me. I could look underneath
them and see his loins locked with hers so very
tightly. He had to be deep inside her and feeling
magnificent.
Soon he couldn't help but begin moving again. This
time, only his ass moved. Every other part of him and
her held perfectly still, her arms and legs still
wrapped around him, his face buried in her loose tangle
of hair. But his ass kept pushing in and out. It was
very sexy...and I felt my cock rise to it's full
extent, although it was rather desensitized compared to
normal. But I was glad to have it, and I played with
myself, in order to maximize my pleasure in watching.
It was OK, after all; she had played with herself twice
now as Jerry and I did sex acts in front of her. Now
they in a sense were doing it for me, or at least I
liked to think of it that way.
I enjoyed seeing his ass move. It actually looked both
cute and sexy. I even liked the look of his ass cheeks
and crack as he fucked her. But I wanted to see more,
so I turned around to get a better view of their point
of coupling. They ignored my motions and continued to
hump, as I crawled down to see underneath their rear
ends.
Ah! I could see his shaft pulling out, all covered with
shiny juice, and then push back in, then pull back out
again. Her vaginal walls seemed to puff out, and pull
in with him, as if they wanted to maintain the maximum
contact no matter what he did. I had seen this in
several porno movies, but never were those nearly as --
I searched for the word -- as exciting as this.
As their breathing became heavier, and his motions
became a little more insistent, I realized that was the
wrong word. Yes, it was exciting, but the word I really
wanted was... beautiful.
It *was* beautiful. It was an act of love. Two people
sharing the most intimate parts of their bodies,
willingly, with others whom they choose. Rubbing areas
of incredible sensitivity together until the pleasure
of it becomes unbearable and peaks in a wave of
fantastic ecstasy. Pressed together as tightly as
possible. What could be more lovely, more beautiful?
Why was this considered so dirty, so wrong?
I had had these kinds of thoughts many times before,
but only in theory. But now, in the most intense test
possible, I really felt it deep within my soul. I felt
the jealousy wash away, and I feeling of tenderness
replace it. Was this how Laura had felt as she caressed
us earlier, thanking us profoundly for providing such a
"beautiful" sight for her? I don't know, but I felt a
change take place within me. I crawled back up to have
my face near theirs, perhaps to caress and encourage
them.
As I reached there, I looked at both him and her. Both
faces were those of people in extreme pleasure. I know
I looked that way when I was doing it too. Forget the
faked moaning and expressions of the porno magazines
and movies. Real people are often quiet, and often
their faces are fairly neutral as they absorb the gut-
wrenching joys of sex. But the very blankness of the
stares, or the tightly shut eyes and opened mouths,
indicate that in their minds the world has shrunk down
to the meeting of two pairs of genitals -- nothing else
matters or even exists. In that little world is the
most we will ever know of ecstasy in this life.
I thought these thoughts, until suddenly I saw his face
rise up, and I could hear him groan. Held tightly still
by her, his hips made one final inward thrust, looking
almost like he wanted his whole lower body to go inside
her. Then he simply held still and stopped breathing.
At that moment, his cock was spurting out the cum his
body had made for him today deep into Laura.
"Yes give it to me," I heard her whisper.
At last he exhaled violently, and gently dropped his
head back beside hers, into her hair.
In the silence that followed, there was no motion. Only
the sound of crickets outside the tent, and the muffled
sounds of other people in other tents carrying on their
lives. I thought I should do something, so after a few
minutes I reached over and caressed his back as he lay
over her, and her hair as it flowed all around her
face, and told them both how beautiful their act of
love had been.
She smiled at me, and he rolled off her onto the
opposite side from the one I was on.
Gradually, of course, they revived. I don't know if she
came in that last sequence, but I didn't see any
evidence of it. So if not then that for the first time
would leave her and I the ones with the most elapsed
time between our last orgasms. I can't imagine why my
mind was doing that kind of calculation as if it
mattered, but I remember thinking those thoughts.
Eventually, we all sat up (it was impossible to stand
in the tent), and started talking in dribs and drabs.
Not really about sex, but first about trivial things,
like the sea life and weather. I fished out the stash
of pot, and the pipe was produced and lit and slowly
and casually it made the rounds between us. As the drug
took effect, conversation turned deeper (or, at ,least,
it seemed to), and we discussed one another's lives. I
can't really remember the details of our talk, I just
remember feeling so bonded with these two, so
comfortable.
There we were, two friends who had just become, shall
we say, incredibly intimate; and a stranger who was now
a friend to us both. All smoking a controlled substance
while seated in a tiny circle knee-to-knee, buck naked
in every detail. Does it get any better than this?
We talked and talked. As we did, the pot wore off
gradually and time passed. But it became evident that
we were not done with our exercises for the night,
because talk turned inevitably to sex. It was sort of
like a game of "twenty questions" except far more
disorganized. But details of our experiences, likes,
and dislikes were shared by all. As we learned more
about each other, the conversation was explicit.
My reaction was to feel my cock becoming erect again. I
didn't really care, so what? Laura and Jerry noticed,
but didn't really do anything, and before long Jerry
was in a like condition. We were swollen, but not
really rock hard, having both already experienced two
orgasms this day plus two last night.
Laura had an idea. (Didn't she always?) Digging in her
large bag of necessities put together by her and Molly
earlier in the day, she retrieved a deck of playing
cards. She explained she'd once played a game with a
guy where both would draw a card, and the low card had
to do whatever the high card wanted. As a sexual warm-
up, it was a real ice-breaker.
Here we didn't need to break ice but the game might be
fun anyway. I'm good at making up games, so I on the
spot made up a three-way version of the rules. All
three would draw cards, and the high card would give an
order to the low card to do to the middle card. In case
of a tie, the two that tied would draw again. The game
was over when we wanted it to be. Everyone was a
winner.
Before we started we finished another pipe. Probably
because of that, the details of the card "game" are a
bit, ah, confused in my mind, so I'm more or less
guessing as to the actual sequence of events here, but
I assure you the general gist is right.
During the first few draws, we took it slowly. The
"orders" were pretty mild, kisses, ear licks, and toe
sucks were among them. I remember being told to suck
Laura's big toe, then later when I won over Jerry I
made him to the same to her. Giggles followed both
performances. Later she lost and had to suck our toes.
She was a good sport and dove right to it. But of
course, as the game went on things got more serious, as
first Jerry, then I licked and sucked Laura's nipples
on orders from the other. This was followed by a round
of nipple-sucking by myself to both partners, and Jerry
to me. Having my nipples sucked and licked was a
strange and unique sensation, sort of sharp but not
overly exciting.
The first serious sexual order was by Jerry to Laura
for her to suck my cock for thirty seconds. She bent
over and did it without any hesitation, and this really
got me very hard. I won and Jerry lost the next draw,
and I ordered him to lick her pussy. As she leaned back
and he leaned in, the level of arousal increased
another notch. I lost the next (I think) and Laura had
me suck Jerry. I already had earlier, so it was no
problem now. His cock stiffened in my mouth in the half
minute or so that I licked him.
I wanted to lose and be ordered to lick her, but the
next time I lost and Jerry won, I was ordered to insert
my finger in her pussy instead. I did, and felt how wet
she was. She looked into my eyes as I fingered her, and
this thrilled me more that all the sex play that had
preceded it. This order started a round of fingering.
I ordered Laura to finger Jerry's cock then jack him.
She protested that was two orders so I just told her to
finger him, which she did. Then, when she won and I
lost, she asked us if we had any lubricant. I didn't,
but Jerry had brought along a tube of KY, so he said
yes. She ordered me to get the lube and use it on my
finger, then put it up Jerry's ass. I looked at him,
and he just crawled over to his bag in the corner and
fished out the tube and handed it to me.
That was enough answer to my unspoken question, as was
his assuming a position on his knees with his ass to
me. I thought all this looked more than just willing on
his part, so I spurted some in his crack and some on my
finger, and probed for the opening. It wasn't hard to
find, and as I was probing Laura put her face up close
so she could see the penetration.
I had never put my finger in anyone's rear, but I had
had a few rectal exams so I knew it was possible and
didn't really hurt. It turned me on to see how eager
she was to see it, so I pressed inward with my index
finger, and although his ass resisted a little I slid
it on inside. The inside of his rectum felt warm and
smooth, and I could feel the muscles trying to expel
me. But I worked the finger in and out a bit, causing
what sounded like a little growl to come not from his
throat but hers.
After a while, no longer than we had spent on any other
order, I pulled out the finger. We went back to the
game, but some kind of barrier was broken. Next, by
luck or what, I was ordered to do Laura. She didn't
protest, but just bent over like Jerry had. I lubed up
my finger again and put lots of KY on her asshole -- I
feared hurting her. I was glad my fingernails were cut
short.
Funny I didn't really worry about Jerry as much when I
did him. But indeed after very slowly pressing inward I
found my fingertip inside her ass too. I pushed it in
so slowly, ready to quit if she made a single cross
sound, but instead she murmured approval. So I ended up
moving the finger around and up inside her too. Her
rectum felt exactly like Jerry's, except a bit tighter.
Sure enough, you guessed it, after another round or two
it was my turn. I had no fear, but bent over and
offered them my ass willingly. It felt kind of
thrilling to be a little submissive and do it. I
waited, then felt the cold KY on my ass, followed by
Laura's fingertip pressing at my entrance. I willed my
ass to relax, and it did enough to let her in. She
pressed in so far I could feel her knuckle pop past my
ass ring before an involuntary contracting of my rectal
muscles tried to force the invader out.
She didn't get forced out but pushed in deeper. The
feeling to me was surprisingly intense, as my muscles
pushed as if taking a shit, but the result was a high
ringing kind of pleasure radiating out all over my
loins. I wondered if the others had felt this way too.
It was very sensual -- I hadn't known so many sex
nerves were located in my ass.
She withdrew and we tried to play a few more hands but
we ended the game by mutual consent with me on my back
and Laura under orders from Jerry licking my cock while
on her knees. Without orders, she bent my legs up,
squirted some more KY on my ass, and inserted a finger
again. Then she went back to sucking me. This time the
feeling was incredible, and I remember begging her not
to stop.
Jerry moved behind her, and inserted his hard cock in
her pussy. She stopped sucking just long enough to tell
him to fuck her, then returned her attention to me.
We were now linked in another combination. I had my
eyes closed to concentrate on the pleasure, but I could
feel in her motion a gentle rocking that was the effect
of Jerry's thrusts behind her. This went on for a bit,
then she stopped sucking and asked him to put his
finger up in her ass. Silence for a few seconds,
followed by a moan from Laura.
"I never knew it could feel so gooood," she whispered.
The motion resumed. I knew he had a finger in her ass.
She had her index finger in mine. I had nothing to do
but lay back and enjoy it, so that's what I did.
The feeling grew and grew, but as I neared the point
where I felt like I could cum, her attention to me
began to get erratic. Her finger stayed in my rear but
stopped moving, and her oral work slowed and then
stopped. Even as far gone as I was I thought that this
might be a good thing, because it's never entirely safe
to have a sensitive and important body part inside the
mouth of anyone who's having an orgasm.
And orgasm she did, very strongly it seemed. She moaned
and gasped, and rocked her body. Jerry must have
noticed her cumming but kept on thrusting (unlike me
who likes to stop as my partner cums). I opened my eyes
and watched. The look on her face was intense -- it
reminded me of the look of the girl on the magazine who
had both holes stuffed.
I had been pretty near, and my cock longed for
attention so it could resume it's climb to orgasm. She
held still for a half a minute or so, and while Jerry
had slowed his motion he still was putting it to her.
Gamely, she recovered a bit and again took my cock in
her mouth. Her finger was pulled from my ass, but the
sucking was harder now, and I could feel her tongue
swirling around my cockhead. She also began to move her
hand up and down my cock as if she was masturbating me
as she sucked. That did it.
The feelings of pleasure peaked, and I rolled over the
top of the joy curve. I did manage to warn her by
saying "here it comes", but she didn't do anything
except keep on sucking. As the first spurt came from my
cock, she stopped and just held it there, in her mouth.
I spurted a few more times, and then quit. The truth
was, I just didn't have much cum left to give her.
The orgasm was nice, but it was the kind of one you
have when you're pretty drained. As good as it feels,
there's a kind of warning in it that tells you that
after this, it's quitting time.
And indeed my cock shrank pretty rapidly as I came
down. She kissed it once and let it go. Jerry was still
fucking, but I was too exhausted to even really care. I
lay passively there as he pulled out, put her down on
her back. and then mounted her from the side. I believe
that in that position she reached down and began to
work her clit as he continued to move in and out.
Several minutes later, both began to buck and thrash,
and mutual moans and groans indicated they got their
final cums too, seemingly at about the same time.
Surely it was long after midnight as we all fell asleep
in a heap of tangled sweaty flesh.
Part
III
"Do men or women have the stronger sex drive?" I once
asked a girlfriend of mine.
"Women," she replied, "But they hide it more."
"Why do they hide it?" I asked.
"Because if you knew how strong it really was, you'd be
scared."
-- The Author
I slept more fitfully than you'd think, given the
exhaustion that our midnight excesses had induced in
me. As a result, I was the last to awaken to another
bright semi-tropical morning. The birds sang again
outside our thin little blue-and-white shelter.
Inside, I was aware of motion, but instead of sex it
was just Laura balancing on her butt, pulling on some
pants. Jerry was nowhere to be seen. I just lay there,
torn between a slight disappointment and an equal
measure of relief that no sexual activity seemed to be
on the agenda for the second morning of our
togetherness. In truth, physically I was feeling a bit
burned out.
Laura, dressed in shorts and t-shirt, looked down at me
and noticed my eyes open. She offered me a quick kiss
on the lips, and said she needed to get cleaned up. It
was a need I felt also, and asked her to wait. She
replied in the affirmative and, unzipping the door,
crawled out to where Jerry was apparently working
towards fixing breakfast. I moved quickly, and soon we
were all together for eggs, sausage, bacon, and cheese
grits. Everyone had a hearty appetite.
Following breakfast, we all grabbed towels and a change
of clothes, and trooped as a threesome to the
bathhouse. It was an interesting journey, because our
neighbors were all home at their campsites. I suspected
the closest ones to our tent, one a couple and another
consisting of three guys, had heard our nocturnal
noises and knew what was going on. And indeed we got
some looks.
The men especially looking Laura over, as I noticed out
of the corner of my eyes. I didn't feel the slightest
bit ashamed, in fact, I was proud to be known as the
lover of my two companions. My soul felt very alive as
we walked down the pathway, and even more so as I moved
my bowels, and then took a long lazy shower. I hadn't
known before just how much joy a human can receive from
his or her body, but now every physical act seemed a
connection to an animal nature I had been too busy, or
too inhibited, to notice.
Feeling clean and happy, we again all piled into my car
to venture forth into another day.
A day which passed much as the last had, with the three
of us along with Molly and Pedro playing tourist. I
don't remember the details, I think we toured a
lighthouse, spent a great deal of time at the beach,
and later ate a fine meal at a restaurant whose name I
now can't remember. The amazing thing, which I didn't
think about at the time, was the easy camaraderie
between the three of us (Molly and Pedro apart). The
fact that we were still almost strangers, and had
engaged in very intimate acts that might make some
people uncomfortable the day after, never seemingly
entered our minds.
As the night came on, we found ourselves (all five of
us) riding around in Molly's car. As we passed one of
the many strip clubs, Molly wanted to go in and satisfy
her curiosity, having never been in one before. We all
agreed, and so found ourselves seated at a table in a
fairly small and fairly empty room, watching a girl
about our age perform topless on a small stage in front
of about six admiring men. They were all down close to
the stage, and a band of empty tables separated them
from us, seated as we were rather further back.
The girl was attractive, but no more than average in
the breast area. She gyrated to the music, but the look
on her face said clearly she'd rather be somewhere
else. Her admirers apparently were too dense to notice
this, or just didn't care, as they encouraged her and
one or two even reached up to push folded money into
her g-string.
We munched on nachos and sipped beer, and I reflected
that while this appeared to be sexual, in fact it was a
financial transaction. The men simply paid for the
show, and she was interested only in the money, and
just did whatever it took to keep it coming her way. I
didn't then and don't now see what the attraction is to
either party in this, but of the two the female side
seems slightly more sensible.
It would be different if the girl truly enjoyed
exhibiting herself and found that a turn-on, and I
suppose a few indeed do. But I suspect the general run
of strippers are just actresses, some better and some
worse. Following the dance, there was a pause and she
walked down off the stage and proceeded to tour the
tables that had occupants, obviously soliciting
contributions. When she came to us I handed her a few
dollars, rather foolishly I suppose, but I felt some
sympathy for her plight. I don't think either of our
two female companions approved of my donation.
The next girl was much sexier. She was both pretty and
well-endowed, enough so that Laura asked aloud if we
thought they were all natural. No one did. Still, her
act had more verve and vigor, and she seemed to be more
into it. The men whooped and stuffed more dollars.
Gradually, too, more tables began to be filled as more
patrons came in. Most were men, but there were some
couples also. What could other women find appealing
here, unless they were bi or lesbian?
I guessed they were just with their boyfriends. As the
act went on, Laura whispered in my ear the question of
whether this made me hot. I whispered back the truth,
which was not much. She also asked Jerry and I didn't
hear what he replied but I think it was along the same
lines as my answer.
Pedro, on the other hand, seemed transfixed. This was
impossible not to notice, and it seemed to make Molly
uncomfortable. So she soon suggested we leave, which we
did. But once back in the car, the two of them sat
closer together and from the back seat we observed arms
crossing the median between the two front seats, aiming
rather lower than higher. When we got back to where my
car had been left, we excused ourselves and let the two
now hot lovers ride off to their urgently desired fate.
For ourselves, Laura said she wanted to dance. So we
set off in search of a dance club, which was not hard
to find down on Duvall street.
Before leaving the car for the short walk, we fortified
ourselves with another pipe of pot. Jerry also rolled a
joint and put it in his shirt pocket, in case of need
later. I should remind the reader that such drug use
was common at that time in that place. Police were
seldom seen and the attitude seemed to be "no harm, no
foul." We never felt in danger of arrest, nor did we
feel we were even getting away with anything. People of
all sexes and many ages could be seen openly smoking
any hour of the night.
We squeezed our way in through a narrow oak door into a
smallish smoky room absolutely crammed with a wide
variety of strange and interesting looking people.
There was a tiny dance floor, and intensely loud music,
but Laura wasted no time inviting us to dance in any
space we could jam ourselves into.
Now is the time to confess: I don't dance. I just
don't. I think it has to do with a lack of confidence
due to being ridiculed the first few times I tried when
very young. At any rate, I just don't get the rhythm
right, am embarrassed, and won't do it. So, Jerry and
Laura (both excellent dancers) took to the floor while
I sat (or stood, until I could miraculously grab a tiny
table) and watched.
This was one of those times when I wished I could
dance. They seemed to be having a great time, and I
couldn't clear my head once again of the silly jealous
thoughts that Jerry was making points while I looked
geeky. Those damned insecurities again!
They did take breaks, and together we drank some,
talked (rather, yelled into each other's ears), and
Jerry even pulled out the joint and we passed it around
betwixt the three of us. We weren't the only ones --
most of the smoke in the room wasn't tobacco smoke.
Laura and Jerry also danced with others, of both sexes,
and with some whose gender was hard to determine.
Everyone was packed closely, and in the corners one
could make out various interesting public displays of
affection. All-in-all it was a sensual atmosphere.
While I enjoyed the exotic people-watching, I was ready
to leave any time. But my companions danced and danced
a good chunk of the night away.
We eventually left, I have no idea what time. I was of
course beginning to feel the tendrils of horniness
creep through my loins, anticipating what delights
might lay before us. I was hoping both were in my mood
also. Laura was positively bouncy, a state I had not
seen her in. As I drove us homeward bound (a 10 minute
ride at worst), she proceeded to prove she was more
ready for adventure that we had yet seen.
Sitting in the back, but in fact leaning forward so her
head was almost between ours (have I mentioned how
small my car was?), she began licking Jerry's ear. She
didn't do it demurely -- she did it lewdly, with broad
strokes of her tongue. This caused Jerry to turn his
head, whereupon she glued her mouth to his in a hot
tongue-dueling kiss.
Damn, once again I was the driver. But she didn't let
that stop her.
Turning to watch the road (difficult, as what I wanted
to do was watch them) I felt a warm tongue on my ear.
Yes, it was dear sweet Laura sharing her attentions,
and the thrill of it was electrifying. If you want to
get me going, my ears are a very good place to start.
At the first red light, she took advantage to kiss me,
and I returned it fully.
My cock now hardened completely, and I had to move it
in my pants to make it comfortable. As the drive went
on, she went from me to Jerry and back to me, kissing,
licking, and feeling our ears, mouths, necks --
anything she could reach. I'd never seen a woman more
obviously hot to trot. If dancing could do that, well,
I vowed to take lessons as soon as possible!
We passed a little shopping center, and she broke her
seductive activates to ask that I stop. I did, and she
left the car to enter a small drugstore that was still
open. She returned having bought a bottle of clear
liquid. At the car, she stopped while climbing in to
kiss Jerry fairly wildly. The clerk inside watched us
wonderingly, perhaps enviously. "What did you get?"
asked Jerry.
"Baby oil," she replied.
"What for?" he asked with a smile.
"You'll see," was all she said.
I drove a bit faster.
In a repeat of last night's arrival, we wasted little
time getting from the car to the tent, Laura swinging
her white plastic bag with the baby oil in it. I had no
idea what I was in for. But I was excited nonetheless.
By the standards of erotic stories, what we were going
to do this night is fairly average, but by the
standards of real life (at least, my life) it was and
is pretty extraordinary.
We slowed down once inside, and followed our ritual. A
candle and pipe were lit and shared, and clothes began
to be unceremoniously removed. Few words were spoken,
but kisses and caresses did the talking for us. Two
hard, red, horny cocks stood at attention, and two
pointy-nippled tits and a wet pussy signaled their
owner was of the same mood as the owners of the cocks.
"I'm going to try something," Laura said to us both,
between kisses. "I've never done it but I've always
wanted to. Tonight is the night, I'm determined to
try."
She caressed our cocks lovingly, one in each hand.
"I want you both inside me, at the same time," she
said.
Jerry smiled, and I replied "Just tell us how you want
us."
"Both of you just lay down together beside each other
right now." We both did as she asked, laying ourselves
down laterally in the center of the small tent, heads
to the top where the candle sat on it's tiny table, and
feet to the door. Laura arranged us so that our bodies
touched together at our sides, and our cocks were at
the same general level. She then straddled our legs,
and bent her face to our erect members.
There were no more words, just a gentle licking and
sucking as she alternated between Jerry and I. She
seemed in no rush, and would hold each cock up high and
inspect it, then lick it, then turn to the other. We
both put our hands under our heads and watched her play
with us. Gradually, the licks turned to sucks as she
took us inside her mouth one at a time. She seemed in
some way to be comparing us to make a decision, but in
fact we were (are) remarkably similar in that area of
anatomy. Jerry was maybe a little longer, I a little
thicker, both circumcised.
"Dan, baby, I want you inside my pussy," she said to
me. "Move please," and she moved Jerry over and placed
me more in the center of the tent space. She then knee-
walked up my body until her loins straddled mine.
Taking my hard, longing cock in her hand, wet with her
saliva, she pressed it up to her labia and gently
lowered herself onto me.
I felt the warm smooth velvet folds wash over my
cockhead, and even though the view was so great I
closed my eyes briefly as a wave of exquisite sexual
pleasure rolled through my body. The warm wet mouth
between her legs moved downward, increasing my pleasure
and hers, until I was fairly sheathed all the way
inwards, and our pubic hairs met and intertwined
together.
Stop, now, reader, and remember the pleasure that comes
from the initial coupling of two bodies. Are you
touching your cock, or your clit now as you remember?
Feels good doesn't it? But the pleasure you feel
touching yourself isn't as sweet, as sharp, as lovely
and honeyed as the feel of a hard horny cock sliding
into a warm clinging wet pussy. It's so good it's
really impossible to fully remember or even describe.
We held still, both savoring the feel of it. She leaned
downward, and pressed her chest to mine, her nipples
boring pleasingly into me. She kissed me briefly, and
then rose up to give instructions to Jerry (whom I had
all but forgotten was there):
"Jerry, hon, get out the baby oil and massage us both
please." He did as she wanted, pouring the cool oil on
her back and legs and running his hands all over her,
kneading and caressing, making her and me too shine
obscenely in the candlelight. She lay still, and so did
I, with my cock buried deep within her. It took some
effort not to move, but I didn't.
"Now, Jerry. I want you to put your cock in my ass.
Please go slow, I'm a virgin. But I want you in there
more than anything."
What could I do but lay there and wait, as she did? She
lay over me; our chests glued together, her face to the
left side of my head. I could smell her hair and skin,
the lovely scent of a woman. I moved my hands up to her
sides and caressed her gently there.
Jerry spent some time moving down below us, and I
really couldn't see much of what he was doing. I did
feel the cool wash of baby oil flow down over my hot
cock and balls, and between my legs, as he liberally
applied it to her ass crack. I could feel her move
slightly as he kneaded something back there. Then he
appeared above us as he got into position, his legs and
feet to the outside of ours, in sort of a squat.
It was about to happen. I felt her body tense, then
relax as if by her willpower. I looked up at him, but
his eyes were down, looking at the task at hand. I
wondered if he was experienced at anal sex -- I wasn't.
His face had an expression of intense concentration, as
I felt her pussy muscles move and her body tense again.
"Ok?" he asked,
"Ok, don't stop," she replied, next to my ear. A moment
later, she let out a low moaning sound, and I felt the
presence of his cock where we were joined, as a sort of
subtle pressure. I guessed he was pushing his cock in
slowly. The movement paused, then started again. More
pressure, and she groaned louder this time. "Are you
alright?" he asked.
"Yes, go slow," she breathed next to me.
He pressed in again, and this time I felt the tip of
his cock press against mine fully at the base. She
groaned again, loudly this time. "Oh, god, YES" she
said. "Yes, yes, YES!"
I was sure the neighbors could hear her now, but we did
not care. Her muscles began a rippling motion that I
could feel distinctly. I didn't move my cock, but I
could feel the turmoil she was in. I thought back to
the finger in my ass, and could only imagine the
unbelievable intensity of a cock going in there.
"Oh, GOD, further in. Yes, fuck it slow."
She was really moaning quite a bit. I was beginning to
feel wild with the need to move, but I held it. I could
now distinctly feel Jerry's cock sliding ever so slowly
into her, rubbing its base along my base through the
very thin skin between.
"Wait, wait, WAIT!" she suddenly gasped, and he
stopped. We all lay there not moving. Her breathing was
hard. Ours probably was too. "Go ahead," she finally
said. It felt like she was tensing up when she told him
to stop, and she had lain there in an effort to get her
ass muscles to relax again. I could feel every motion
of her body as it was pressed tightly to mine.
He pushed in further, and I could feel her pussy tense,
relax, tense again, and relax again. She both moaned
and made some little high-pitched keening sound I can't
describe. He pushed on in relentlessly now, nearing his
goal. My own cock felt so good I was concerned I would
cum before he could even get his all the way into her.
Eventually, he was in her up to the balls. In fact, his
balls rested very near mine as we were both in as deep
as possible. We didn't move, letting her get accustomed
to it, both afraid we might hurt her. She was silent
for a little bit, then:
"God, jesus, mother, fuck, oh god yes, yes, yes, fuck
it."
"It feels like I'm shitting. Oh god."
"Fuck it. Fuck my ass."
She seemed outside herself on some wild sexual ride.
I'm sure she was. We were too. But I had my feeling a
little under control, and felt I could in fact move my
cock without instantly cumming. "Go ahead, fuck me
Jerry, fuck my ass, fuck it slow." He did, moving back
so slowly and smoothly, then pushing forwards. On his
first back stroke, he stopped, and moved around, and I
felt another cascade of baby oil. He was lubing up his
cock with it again, before pressing it back in. The in
stroke was easier due to the oil, and I felt him rub
deliciously against me.
I had to move too. I started to hump slowly against
her, but my movement was very limited as their weight
was on me. I could hear myself groan at the pleasure.
My groan mingled with the sounds coming from Laura,
seemingly from deep inside her as she moaned. "Yes, yes
both of you fuck me. Fuck me," she implored in a
strained voice. I moved in a limited way, but Jerry
made long strokes in and out as he had freedom of
movement. We all panted like tired dogs as our legs
tangled together and our loins began to move in
disorganized lust. "It's so good, so good" she
whispered.
"Oh, fuck yes," I heard him say. She echoed these
words. I groaned and muttered obscenities too.
I moved by instinct, unable to stop. The feel of his
cock rubbing on mine, while I was in the hot tight
confines of her pussy, was just beyond the power of
words to tell it. We all ground and humped together,
all making quite a lot of noise. It was a wonder the
police weren't called on us.
Suddenly, she tensed up powerfully, and just outright
screamed. I know it could have been heard all over the
campground. Her hips moved spasmodically, and I knew
she was coming. Jerry just kept on pumping, his face a
sweaty mask of pleasure. He really could hardly have
stopped if he'd wanted to. In only a couple more stokes
into her now still and supine body, he stiffened and
gritted his teeth, and thrust his loins powerfully
forwards. I could actually feel his cock swell and
throb as he obviously poured out his cum into her
bowels.
I should have cum then, but I didn't. I was still hard
as Jerry slumped down over her, his cock still inside
her. Neither moved. I wanted to but again held still.
My throbbing cock wanted but little to cause it to
spurt, but it just lay there and soaked in her juices.
Gradually, the pressure against me lessened, and I knew
this was because he was shrinking. Shortly, he rose up,
and deliberately and slowly pulled his cock from her.
It made a popping sound as it left her ass, followed
somewhat disconcertingly by a series of gaseous farts.
He sat back on the mattress at our feet, but I was in
need of an orgasm, and beyond being shy about it. I
starting moving again, under her. She didn't respond
much, just laying there.
After a bit, she moved, and turned her head and
languidly asked me to keep on fucking her and never,
never to stop. She also helped by pulling her knees up
to present a better target for me. I heard Jerry say he
needed to clean up, and I could smell the faint but
distinct odor of feces among the sex scents in the
confined tent air. He moved about slowly, obviously
pulling on some garment, and unzipped the tent flap and
walked out. Laura and I didn't even slow down.
I needed to cum in the worst way, and if you don't
know, having a woman on top of me is my favorite
position. I accordingly wrapped my arms around her
back, held her tight, and did most of the work even
though usually it's the other way around in that
position. Soon I felt the change in pleasure level that
signals orgasm is soon to follow. In short order, I
could hold it no longer and didn't try: I felt my hips
thrust instinctively, and I groaned into her ear as my
cock squirted its load deep into her. She just murmured
in acceptance of my liquid gift, and licked my ear as
the spurts began to subside.
"Oh, you stopped," she whispered in mock
disappointment. We just lay glued together, exchanging
a kiss or two but otherwise not moving. Soon my
shrinking cock slipped out from her very sloppy crotch.
Jerry returned, and she sat up and said:
"Oh that was just fucking unbelievable. I can't believe
I waited this long to try it. I want it again!"
Jerry and I looked at each other, and said "Well, wait
a little bit, Ok?"
She laughed and replied "Not long I hope. Here, let's
get that pipe out again, or do you want me to roll a
joint?"
She was fully revived.
"I want to get even kinkier," she said.
*
For the sequence of events that occurred next, I can
only plead temporary insanity for all of us. This is
the first time in this tale that I'm tempted to gloss
over the details. But: in for a dime, in for a dollar;
I'm not going to gloss. We did it, so you are going to
get the full treatment.
"We need a little pick-me-up," she said after Jerry and
I failed to react with much enthusiasm to her vivacity.
I don't know where she got it, the time had to be in
the wee hours. I've noticed that in terms of endurance,
many women put men to shame. Here was a clear case of
it. She fished in her purse, and found a little vial of
white powder.
Cocaine.
I had never done anything like coke, but I had already
tried so many new things I didn't shrink from this one.
She had a tiny little dipper that she could fit down
into the vial, and she used it to fish up little bits
of the stuff and inhale it up her nose.
"Want some?" she asked.
We answered by moving near her. Jerry dipped and
sniffed. The thing was passed to me, and I just did it.
It was simple to do. She took it from me, and did some
more, then Jerry, then I again. I expected some kind of
feeling from it, but nothing happened right away. She
put the vial away, and took to caressing us. Kisses
were exchanged, and as she kissed me deeply, I began to
feel a rush from the drug. Nothing overpowering, just a
speed-up of energy. She turned to Jerry, bent over, and
took his cock into her mouth. It was semi-hard as she
did so, and as she sucked it visibly rose to a nice
firm stiffness. I watched and felt myself stirring, but
with little visible effect yet.
She took her mouth from him, and came to me.
"C'mon guys, I need some help here."
She sucked me, and it felt good, But I had just cum
very powerfully less than thirty minutes ago, and over
the last few days had been far more active than usual
for me. My cock rose, but slowly, and not to its full
pride. She asked Jerry for help, and he took me and
licked and jacked me with his hand. This didn't really
help the situation. She watched and the sight added to
her already raging hormones.
"I'll get him up" she said, and bid me to kneel on my
hands and knees.
I did, wondering what would happen.
I was shocked to find her face pressed to my ass crack,
and her tongue licking up and down it. I thought that
at least I had fantasized about every possible
perversion, even if I hadn't seen it, but this was
something entirely new to me at that time. I felt her
small hand on my cock, as her tongue actually started
to concentrate on my asshole.
The very thought sent a wicked thrill all through me.
Combined with the effects of the cocaine, and the feel
of her hand, my member quickly pumped blood to become
fully erect. I felt the course of arousal pulse
powerfully inside me. The very delay, and sudden onset
of it, made it stronger than most anything I'd ever
felt.
My body came fully back to life, every nerve aware, as
she tried to, incredibly, force her tongue into my ass.
This sent a tingle all over my loins, and reflexively
without thinking I tried to relax my rectum to let her
in. For the first time during sex, I wasn't thinking
about anything at all except the feelings.
It's hard to really force a soft tongue into a virgin
ass, and she didn't succeed. But the nastiness of the
effort fired all three of us to a new level.
Not to be outdone, as she pulled back and I felt the
cool air invade my saliva-filled ass crack, Jerry took
her place and did the same thing to me. "Tongue-fuck
his ass" I heard her say, in anything but a normal tone
of voice.
He tried, hard. His tongue was stronger, and I felt a
wicked tingle as he wiggled it inward. I relaxed and he
pushed, but only gained a minimal entry. Still I
groaned with the feeling. Laura spat on her hand, and
began again to masturbate me.
"That got him up!" she exclaimed.
This continued for a bit, then Laura asked "Do me
please, please?" She turned and raised her ass, and
Jerry left me. I looked up, and he positioned himself
behind her and began to lick in her ass crack. As I got
off my knees to get a closer look, he stopped moving up
and down and concentrated on her anus. She reached back
and spread her cheeks open for him, and I could see his
face press closer in an effort to get his tongue in
her. She moaned as he worked. I have no idea how much
if any he succeeded.
By this time, we had dropped virtually all inhibitions.
We were in a frenzy, to tell the truth, a controlled
frenzy but one in which we wanted somehow to do the
nasty, wicked things that had crept in the back of our
minds but we hadn't dared to acknowledge. There are
excuses: the drugs, the sex that had preceded this, our
youth, and the general indulgence of the AIDS-less
decade of the seventies. I only record what happened.
Jerry eventually pulled away, and I took his place. I
didn't even think about it once, forget twice. I licked
lasciviously up and down her crotch, gathering the
copious juices down below on my tongue and beard. When
my tongue passed her asshole I could sense the change
of taste. It didn't seem revolting, so I too began to
lick and probe there.
Her moan encouraged me, and I wildly tried to push my
tongue inside her. We were like animals. Jerry kissed
and licked her back, sides, neck and arms as I did my
thing. I couldn't get my tongue in her ass -- I don't
know how all these heroines in these porn stories I
have read since manage to do it so easily. It was very
tight back there, even after she had taken Jerry's cock
earlier in the night. But I knew from my own
experiences it felt good for her as I tried.
Not getting anywhere, I eventually stopped. When I did,
she told Jerry, "Bend over."
He did, and she got up and just attacked his ass with
her mouth. She kissed all over it, then started to work
on his asshole. He had a lot of hair in his ass crack,
but she didn't seem to care. Again she spat on her hand
and reached under and started to jack his cock. I
kissed and licked all over her ears, neck, and back as
she concentrated on him. She stopped after a fairly
short time, then licked her finger and started to
insert it into his ass. He wasn't the only one with an
anal obsession. She finger-fucked him briefly, and then
he turned his head to the side I was on and asked,
"Will you fuck me?"
"Sure," I replied, all thoughts of the inhibitions of
the last few nights long gone. Was there anything I
wouldn't do? "Oh yeah!" Laura exclaimed, her cherished
voyeur fantasy about to come true. But she was too hot
to just be a spectator. "Fuck me in the pussy while he
fucks you in the ass," she suggested to Jerry.
They said not another word as they arranged their
bodies with him over her, and he bent his hard
throbbing cock to her swollen labia. I watched as he
pushed in and she moaned. They lay for only as second
or two, then he put his hands under her thighs and bent
her upwards. The purpose of this was so he could rise
up on his own knees while keeping deep inside her. It
looked to me to be so practiced a move that he had done
it before, and for the same reason. Probably so.
I meanwhile knew what was required of me, and I crawled
around searching for the lost bottle of baby oil, which
had been discarded in the general mess. Our little
candle had about guttered out, and it was getting dark
in there, but I found it by feel under some clothes,
just about the time I was contemplating looking for the
KY instead.
I knew if I thought about anything I might hesitate, so
I just crawled into position, and squatted behind them.
Jerry had spread his legs, and the sight of their
position was lewd and nasty in the extreme. I put the
head of the baby oil bottle up to his ass and poured
some on it, and then put some on my hand and worked it
all over my cock. I then used my finger to probe for
his asshole, which was not really visible in the
gathering darkness. I found it and pressed it,
surprised to feel it give easily and my finger pop
right in.
I took my cock with the other hand and guided it right
to where my finger was, then withdrew the finger and
put the cockhead right up where it left. I saw Laura
twist her upper body around so she could try to see
what I was doing, but I don't think she got a good
view. I pressed forward with my hips, and my cock met
some resistance but it quickly gave way, and easier
than I ever thought my cockhead slipped up into an
asshole. I had dreamed many times about doing women
this way, but it didn't matter to me then that it was a
man, and even a friend of mine. It felt really good.
"Fuck me," he encouraged.
Now that the head was in, the hard part was over. All I
had to do was press forward, and I did. His ass was the
tightest thing I'd ever been in, but the resistance
only heightened the sensations as I felt his ring go
down my cock as I sank in ever deeper. He was not a
virgin, I remember vaguely thinking.
Once in all the way, my balls pressed against his ass,
I felt the powerful need to fuck, so I started
withdrawing and then stroking inwards. He muttered not
a sound of protest, so I just pushed out and in without
regard for anything but my own body's needs.
As I humped, he started moving too, and I remembered he
was inside Laura and in a sense I was fucking her
through him. We just did that for a while, no one
talking but everyone panting and moaning. Jerry was
getting the best/worst of it, with a cock massaging his
prostate and a pussy squeezing his cock. No wonder he
was the first to cum.
"Awwww god, Awwwww god," he started repeating. I'd
never heard him so distraught. I just kept up my
rhythm. Laura put her hands on his hips and said:
"Squirt me baby, cum in it, juice my split."
"Aggggg," he moaned has he pushed forward. I felt his
ass tighten ferociously on me as he came. I held on as
he thrashed some. Laura moaned too. Eventually, after a
half a minute or so, he stopped moving and moaning.
I pulled out, my cock still very hard. It would not be
truthful to say that the result was a pleasing smell,
or that my cock was totally clean. Jerry pulled off
Laura, and sat back with a dazed look on his face.
Laura sat up too, and grabbed the baby oil and searched
in her purse and extracted a Kleenex or two. She then
doused my cock with the oil, and rubbed it clean with
the tissues.
She had not cum.
She lay back down, bent her legs way up in the air,
exposing her bottom, and said to me rather fiercely,
"Fuck my ass."
I bent down to it, moving forward cock in hard. She
still had the oil bottle, and poured it down on her own
ass, and worked her finger into her asshole to
lubricate it.
When I got close to her, she took my cockhead and
placed it up to her anus. To do this, she had to bend
up so much that her feet were practically on my
shoulders. The light was almost gone, but I could see
the sheen of sweat on our bodies.
I pressed in, slowly and gently, unlike I had with
Jerry. Even in my sexual frenzy I didn't want to hurt
her. She didn't protest at all, and I pressed with more
force. Suddenly, my cock popped into her. "Ahhhh," She
moaned "I just love it when your cock forces my ass." I
pressed in deeper, my cock practically on fire. If
possible, she was tighter than Jerry had been. But her
ass felt the same inside -- a tight, tight ring
followed my smooth velvety walls.
Eventually I stopped when there was no more of me to
push inside. My loins pressed tightly to hers. There
was a slight pleasure pause, and I gathered my strength
to start stroking. I felt my cum was not far off. She
used the time to stretch her hand down to her pussy,
and start working her fingers over her clit. I was
clear neither of us had much intention of doing
anything other than cumming as soon as the feeling took
us.
After only about thirty seconds (I guess) of steady
stroking, she came first. Her finger was a blur as she
moaned in a higher and higher pitch until she started
hunching up against me. I held on, then starting
fucking again, but this time the feel was too much for
me and my body did it's thing, forcing my hips forward
and stiffening as my cock pulsed and throbbed out every
last drop of my remaining juice into her ass, to mingle
with Jerry's cum already in there.
I gasped and reeled, falling forward on her. She
reached up and caressed my back as I lay there, feeling
my cock rapidly shrinking. Soon, without any motion
from me, it was forced back out of her ass by the
motion of her muscles. I kissed her gently, and rolled
aside. Incredibly, she wanted more.
"Jerry baby give me some head" she called. But he
wasn't there.
Neither of us had noticed him leave -- that's how far
gone we had been. So, gamely, I bent down to it. I
crawled between her legs and began to lick and probe
her pussy. As soon as I touched her hard clit she made
it clear she didn't want to be teased.
"Right there, and don't stop."
I did my duty, and that's about what it felt like at
that point. All arousal had been forced out of me, and
I was tired now. But she had a need and I responded,
licking her clit like a kitten laps up milk. Not
sparing the force, figuring if it's too much she'll
tell me. This went on for a while. I remember feeling a
straining of my neck muscles as I licked, but I kept it
up with a sense of determination to please her.
As she began to respond with a tensing of her body and
little motions of her hips -- sure signs a woman is
getting close -- Jerry appeared again at the tent door.
"Jesus" he said, coming inside, not figuring on the sex
still going on after all we had already done.
He hadn't even finishing zipping up the flap before she
arched her back and started rubbing furiously against
my face. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned, and her body did some
rapid spasms. I didn't stop licking, waiting for her to
tell me. She flopped down, then arched again and cried
out louder. I held to her hips as she hunched against
my face. She arched powerfully, strongly, only her neck
and feet seemed to be touching the floor. After a
moment of this, she fell back down gasping for breath.
My cum-covered face was left high but not dry as she
fell away from it.
I tiredly lay down where I was, resting my head on her
stomach. She lay still. It was over.
Gradually, we came to our senses. Jerry already had,
and was laid out in a sleeping position. I looked
around and could see the faint light of dawn on the
sunward side of the tent. Laura just looked up at the
ceiling, and then in a gesture I still don't
understand, she put her hands over her face and she
clearly but softly "Oh my god, Oh my god."
Was she transported by pleasure? Or suddenly ashamed of
the excesses we had just forced ourselves into? I don't
know. At any rate I climbed up beside her and don't
remember anything else until afternoon of the new day,
when we awoke.
Part
IV
Only in fiction does the piper not have to be paid.
Fortunately for us the bill was a lot smaller this time
than it could have been.
We did awaken, and pull on clothes, and slowly arise
and do our morning things (although it was past
lunchtime).
The piper announced himself unpleasantly to me as I did
my morning piss, with a burning sensation as I
urinated. When we got back for something to eat, which
Jerry was somewhat lazily preparing as was his duty, I
mentioned it to him out of Laura's earshot. He had,
after all, been an orderly in a hospital and was
thinking of becoming a male nurse.
He told me most likely I had a urinary tract infection
(UTI for short). We'd best be seeing a doctor if we
could find one for some antibiotics. He said he had no
symptoms, and asked me if I'd washed off after our anal
sex last night. Of course I hadn't, and so I was too
blame for my fix, he said. Later, Laura was not as shy
as me.
"Does it burn when you pee?" she asked Jerry.
"Nope" he said, "But Dan there has the same problem."
I felt a stupid kind of kinship with her, somehow.
Jerry found a public health clinic on the island, by
looking in the yellow pages at the public payphone, and
we went there. All we got was a prescription for some
pills to take for a week, and advice to drink water and
urinate after sex. I suppose they had seen everything
at least twice at that clinic.
Later on during the day, we just hung around the
campground. Laura and I felt pretty shitty, and I
seemed to be running a little fever. Soon Molly drove
up, sans Pedro. She was not in a good mood, and poured
out her troubles to her friend Laura.
I was not a party to the conversation, and didn't hear
it in detail, but I do remember words like "Dickhead",
"Prick", "Asshole", and "Shit-heel," played a prominent
role. Apparently, from what I could figure, Pedro was
history and lucky not to have been terminated with
extreme prejudice. I didn't then and don't now know the
details.
But the inevitable upshot of all these changes was the
Laura decided to return to her and Molly's hotel room
for the next night, the last night here for Jerry and
me. For me, it was sad but just as well, I felt
somewhat out of the action anyway. But I'd liked to
have spent more time with her, just talking.
In fact, what I really would have liked was one last
time to make love to her one on one. We had had some
incredible sex, but I missed the sensation of just
slowly enjoying the feelings in intimate contact with
her and her alone. But it was not to be.
Later, we fixed some simple supper and they ate with
us, and then after darkness fell, Molly and Laura drove
off to the hotel. I didn't feel like doing anything in
particular, so I got out the fuel oil lantern, lit it,
and read. Once in a while I stopped to consider how
very different this night was from the three that
preceded it.
I went to bed, and tried to sleep, but in fact I slept
fitfully. I think -- no I'm sure -- I missed Laura.
Jerry was friendly but a non-factor in all of this. He
didn't talk about her or seem to miss her at all. I
think for him it was just a fun and interesting three-
night stand. I was glad he didn't seem interested in
continuing any activity with me.
*
The next morning we packed and started to drive off,
but I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye. I
searched the usual places, the beach, the parking lot
by Duvall street, and the hotel. Not finding them, I
drove around the island searching. Jerry was perplexed
but patient. I finally spotted Molly's green Gremlin
(no kiddin') at a Burger King.
They were inside, sitting at a booth eating a whopper
with fries. We went in to say goodbye. Laura was glad
to see us, and both stood to give us hugs. Laura and I
exchanged addresses -- I gave her my phone number, she
said she didn't know what hers would be till she got
back this semester. They invited us to eat with them
but Jerry said "we better be going" and I didn't argue.
When Laura hugged Jerry, she kissed him on the mouth,
lingering there beyond what was merely friendly. Then,
turning to me, she hugged me tight in a full body hug,
and kissed me on the lips. I felt her tongue go inside
my open mouth, and I returned the favor, right there in
the middle of the tourist families with their kids at
the Burger King at lunchtime.
The kiss lasted longer than you'd think, till we both
heard Molly say "whoa." We broke apart, she returned to
her seat and I and Jerry to the door to leave. The
tourist parents tried not to stare, but they were
looking curiously at us to be sure, like the campground
neighbors had. As we walked out, I turned for one last
look. She turned and waved, and I waved back.
It was the last I ever saw of her.
On the way home, I only remember lots of sleeping and
waking and driving. I think Jerry did most of the
driving part. I kept dozing and remembering the feel
and smell and taste of her. We drove straight through,
in time for me to get some sleep before Monday and
work.
That morning as I walked in, our secretary/bookkeeper
noticed my tan, and asked if I had had a good time.
"Yes indeed," I replied.
She said, "I like the beard. It makes you look much
older."
Epilogue
Since you've read this far, you must be as interested
in the story and the characters as in the sex. So, I'll
wrap up the loose ends for you.
When I turned over my rolls of film for development, I
had them make three copies. One for me, one for Jerry,
and the other I sent to the address Laura had given me,
with a note asking her to write back. Sadly, I never
heard anything from her. I waited, and contemplated
ways to get in touch over and over, but never really
did anything about it.
Where is she now? Alive or dead, nearly twenty years
later? I have no clue. I imagine that she's older,
married, with children, and would prefer to forget
those youthful indiscretions; except maybe in the
solitary moments of a quiet life when the dark sweet
joys of memory dance again.
Jerry? He moved away from our town a year after our
trip, and eventually became an LPN. I heard later he
found the man of his dreams and settled down somewhere
in the Bay area of California. He was the first, and
last man I ever have had sexual contact with.
As for myself, the beard seemed to work wonders. More
and better women seemed miraculously to be attracted to
me, and some five interesting years later (there are a
few more good stories there) I met the woman who
eventually became my wife. I'm married, with two kids,
and two cats, living right now in suburbia, hoping to
move out into the country sometime soon.
Of course, it wasn't the beard; it was the emotional
and sexual maturity I had been kickstarted into, with
the help of Laura and Jerry. Still, I have that same
beard to this day, kept trimmed about to the length it
was upon my return, differing only in the gray hairs
now making their appearance.
End
I'd love for you to write me, the author, at
dhl@sysun.com. (Particularly interested in what women
think of this writing.)
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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