Where it happened: pub - car - elevator - living and bed room
Langauge: english
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
A GOOD SLEEPING BUDDY IS HARD TO FIND…
The History of j.’s and our fucking…
I met J. at a party to which she and her airline stewardess room mates had invited any number of people from the restaurant. On leaving, she had pressed my hand in the kind of significant way that made it imperative for me to give this fox a call. Jean was a French-Polish hybrid from Quebec and was just a touch stocky around the waist, a turn on for me, and had the prettiest face. As the hostess for an international airline she and I never talked about the other people we were sleeping with all around the world. The fact that we generally only spent a day or two, or rather a nite a month together meant that neither of us would tire of each other, but I was evidently pretty much her only N.Y. guy. If, while on a date, we happened to run into one or the other acquaintance we gave the friendliest of hellos, but I guessed, yet never asked, whether she had been in bed with some of these other nice fellows, nice fellows they all were, Jean said that that no one had ever hurt her, and who would hurt such a fairly simple universally generous being. It was friendly sexy sex we had. I recall the first time I took her home, to a walk up apartment in a Brownstone on the Upper Westside. As she ascended in front of me, I slipped my hand under her skirt and between her thighs, feeling her panties become moist at the crotch, so much that she had an orgasm by the time we reached the top landing. When I dipped my finger into her vagina and smelled it before licking it, she returned the favor for the tip of my cock. Had anyone else ever felt her up that way walking upstairs? She smiled. Because of the utter convenience and lack of responsibility for those one or two nites a month, I took Jean pretty much for granted as she may have me yet without treating each other with the kind of indifference that taking for granted implies. It was J. with whom I went to see “Deep Throat”, and even though long bouts of delicious mutual oral sex was part of our repertoire – quite often we would fall asleep with each other’s sex in our mouths and wake up our heads entangled between each other’s legs – the mechanical, piston like nature of “Deep Throat” nearly turned us off sex for the night. I did not ask her who else she was sleeping with, and she did not ask me, except the one time that I had used her apartment, for a passionate one week affair with Monica Vitti, nor her name of course, especially since she was French. Monica had gotten her period in the middle of the last night and we had neglected to put on fresh sheets or have the mattress cleaned. Fucking other people in Jean’s bed turned out to be a no no. It occurs to me to wonder why I had even taken Monica to Jean’s apartment, it must have been because we were so hot for each other that we couldn’t wait, and then it had become the place we would make love at. Oh yes, I had an apartment by the beach, and I think Monica, who was more Catherine Deneuve than Vitti, had an inconvenient room mate, she was in N.Y. for only half a year. So this event must have transpired when Jean’s and my convenience was of some year’s standing. The fact that I was passionate about this beautiful French girl whose every pore poured sensuousness did not make matters easier.
J.’s story of her and Diane’s first threesome…
One day to my surprise Jean described to me a threesome she and her close friend Diane had had with Paul, a big Lincolnesque looking fellow I knew and liked, he was a great Chess player and beat me most of the time,e and who, according to C. who had fucked him once when he needed commiseration he was distraught, had an unusually large male organ. J. did not describe his organ to me, nor did I ask for verification of C.’s claim about its unusual size. The threesome appeared to have been initiated by Diane, but Paul had taken it that one step further and had gotten the two lovelies to touch each other’s genitals. If I was to believe J., she and Di had looked at each other in some surprise that nite, wondering whether they, two entirely heterosexual hedonists, maybe just maybe might be lesbians. I assured J. that even if she were bi, which I doubted, I certainly had no objection. As a matter of fact, if I were a woman, I would only make love to women, for the infinite pleasure of it. On a little reflection, everyone had slept with everyone at some point during those days.
One night both J. and Di and I went to have dinner at The Restaurant, or maybe we happened to meet there. After an hour or so, finding the action at the restaurant too slow for our liking, we decided to go across the street to The Bar, which had a younger crowd, kids who spent their summers on Fire Island. As we entered The Bar, J. took me aside and told me that she had told Di that she was giving me to her for the night. Without thinking through all the implications of being an object of consignment, but evidently with the recollection of what J. had told me about her threesome with Paul – not in the front of consciousness but within an accessible region – and with M. having initiated me into some of the delicious possibilities of threesomes with one man and two women not all that long ago – {A German couple some years back had initiated an initially reluctant me into a threesome with two men making love to one woman} I replied: “What about a threesome?” To which J. replied by giving my crotch a pleasant, instantly arousing caress and then keeping her hand cupped there. It was to be assumed that Di had expressed her desire for me. I myself had longed for Di since the day I had met her at J.’s party. However, Di had gotten married to an Englishman, now she was divorced looking none the worse for the Englishman; and who ever has since they are generally so effete no wonder English women are always in unsatisfied heat,slightly slutty slinky very dark-haired and sinuous as ever; Di was an extremely sexual being. As a matter of fact, one night, at the restaurant, in J’s presence, she had kissed me. Her lips had an incredible tissue softness about them, the idea of that softness wrapping itself around my cock was an idea that nearly made me have an orgasm all by itself; and I was not someone who had a particular yen for “cock in mouth”, many women did, best as I could for reasons of power over the man. So it was the softness of those lips I longed for, and there. It would be exquisite.
J., myself and Di got our drink, turned around, leaned against the bar and looked at the action at the tables and on the small dance floor. I put my left hand around Di’s waist, her hip instantly pressing against mine, and whispered into her ear: “I want to do everything with you.” Whereupon Di gave the inside of my left ear such a quick sexy lick, I nearly had an orgasm: I had not had the faintest that the inside of the ear can be a source of erotic pleasure. Until that moment I had thought “in your ear” was merely a proverbial expression for some other object to which the particle “in” should be prefixed. This was going to be an utterly delicious evening. I to slipped my had from Di’s waist and started to caress her behind, which responded nicely, and then slipped my hand under her short skirt and caressed her behind, slipped my finger into the crack and started to caress first her anus and then, as she spread her legs a bit, the crotch of her silky panties, sopping wet, the sign, the invariable indication that a slippery and silky heaven wanted and awaited you. I began to diddle her clit with the middle finger of my left hand, first above the panties, and then, slipping the panties to the side, her clit and labia itself, probing, diddling as though my middle finger was a vibrator. Diane’s right hip was as though trying to fuse itself to mine. Reaching under her skirt with her left hand she grabbed the forearm of the hand that was diddling her, her hand became like a vise on the forearm of the hand of mine that was diddling her as she moaned as she came. “Oh my god.”
Looking at the pleasure suffusing her face, a wonderful long delicious come like that was as close to heaven as you get. Did anyone else notice? Not that I could tell. Di was someone I looked forward to going to the movies with and and petting and petting and petting as we watched erotic flicks. J. might be a lovely sleeping buddy, but she did not know what she was doing by consigning me to her friend Di for what she assumed was just one evening. Di and I might not fall in love, but we could devour each other’s sexuality to the heights. Catnip was not the word. Neither of us could wait.
“Let’s go,” I said as I also gave Jeannette’s bottom one last pat. That’s right, while doing Di, I had been caressing J.’s under her skirt as well, but comparatively speaking with little concentration.
The Ride in the Firebird…
My Firebird, by happenstance, was parked nearly in front of The Bar, parallel to the curb, facing downtown on the one-way Avenue. I asked J. to slip in first, from the driver’s side, and then Di so that she would sit between J. and me. After starting the engine I placed Di’s left hand on my pants, where she immediately started to undo its zipper; and asked J. to place her hand on mine as I placed mine between Di’s wide open thighs, saying “Di, touch Jeannette, too,” so that J. and I were petting Di with such competitive vigor that all three of us suddenly laughed. Di had fingers from two different hands in her vagina at one and the same time and her hips were responding to the stimulation. This made for tricky driving down Second Avenue for the mile and a half until we got to the underground garage of the apartment building, the hot stewardesses lair, where Di and three of her fellow globalists lived on the 20th Floor penthouse.
The Elevator
Inside the elevator Di pulled me into one corner and pressed me against her and lifted her legs and straddled my thighs, and I stuck my penis instantly through the right side of her panties into her vagina, her hips locking expertly around my nearly vertical cock. J., now no longer a participant or recipient of any kind of pleasure or attention, near instantly started to masturbate during the ride to Di’s 20th floor penthouse, cheer leading all the way; Di, happily, piping up: “Oh look, J.’s got her hand under her skirt and is diddling herself.”
The elevator door opened, but Di and I were like two dogs that could not be separated, so J. just kept pushing the open button repeatedly, until this procedure set off an alarm after several minutes, and Di and I rapidly disengaged,tumbling out into the lobby. We all laughed.
The Penthouse
We made the kind of discombulate exit from the elevator that was to be expected under the circumstance, it is called falling as a couple out of an embrace in an elevator into the floor outside –
Di scrambled for the key to the front door of her apartment – that is called “tumbling into the apartment.” As a matter of fact, with everyone so heady, and impatient we were like little children we were nearly hopping up and down with impatience since it took Di some time before she could find her keys and manage to put them into their respective locks, the more so because I was feeling her up from behind as well while she was fiddling with the keys. Falling out of the elevator falling into the apartment right into a heap, falling falling falling, I diving for Di’s crotch while she dove for my cock and I ripped one of the legs of her panties off and my mouth lunged for her vagina, ringed so I noticed by the most discrete oval of slinky black pubic hair, very nice, it was a plus when you did not have to contend with a Brillo pad or a jungle. I loved a ring of delicate pubic hair. My tongue began to lap Di like a dog that has not been to the water for weeks, sucked at her clit like a baby that has not been to the breast for days on end, flick licked her anus around the world, stuck two fingers of my right hand into her vagina and the middle finger of the same hand proceeded to probe her nicely relaxed anus, while she yelped and thrust her hips into me as she, too, sucked my cock, no that is not the word for the soft wrap that exerted wrapped itself so completely around my cock it felt, no I as a whole felt, wrapped in newborn safety, the promise of lips for once fulfilled, I was not that much of an aficionado of having my cock sucked, I by far preferred to lick and lolly a vagina, for hours at a time, a rarity since a clit, normally, could only take that much stimulation before the woman would indicate that you should pause in your pleasuring.
All the while Di and I were thus engaged on the living room floor, Jean had taken off her skirt and was sitting spread-legged, within arms reach, dressed only in a half open shirt and sexy cotton panties, masturbating, her mouth wide open, a dazed look on her face. Diane and I came nearly at the same time, my cock subjected to such sensuous soft massage sucking by such sensuous softness evacuated a screaming painfully huge wad in several explosive painfully intense contractions – it was one of my most intense comes ever, and it lasted, and while I came my tongue licked double if not triple time, my fingers from both hands jabbed into Diane’s cunt, the second finger on my right hand like a slowly moving piston in her willing anus that had now relaxed completely and accommodated a finger from each hand. I knew what rump my cock would pleasure next.
Then we fell back and regarded each other in our semi-dishabilie on the floor. We looked ridiculous of course, like something thrown up by a storm on a beach. I pulled J. towards us, spreading her legs so that her panties were in my face, and her head near my crotch, and proceeded to kiss and lick her through her panties, then I kissed Di with J’s cunt juice on my mouth, doing so a few times until I was satisfied that the taste was not distasteful to Di. Then I gently pushed Di’s head in the direction of J’s crotch, then into the crotch. First somewhat tentatively Di touched J’s vagina and gave it a few tentative licks, but with my urging her head forward started to kiss Jean, really lick her, and then grab J.’s bottom and press it to her face, while J. was doing the exact same thing below, so that now I was left alone… until I decided to place Di entirely on top of J. With J. licking Di from a supine position from below and Di’s bottom stuck into the air while she was licked J’s cunt inside here wide open spread thighs, I decided to penetrate Di from behind, who was bending forward from a kneeling position. Holding her with one hand on th inside of each hip, I went into Di’s vagina from behind, and, judging by the passionate response, seemed to hit a sweet spot, and J., too, got a few licks in when I extracted my cock and, feeling her go for it, pumped it as deeply into her mouth as though her mouth were a vagina, and since I had had my first come of the night just a short while ago, I knew that I could give Di the ride of her life. Using both hands to hold her to me by the inside of her thighs, I pumped into Di’s behind and pumped into Di’s relaxed wide open behind who, realizing whence it had just come, gave a shudder of joy as she came for a long long time.
After a surcease, Di and I went just at each other, entirely ignoring the more and more once again frantically masturbating J. Di and I knew something about each other it seemed, that we were addicts of sex pure. It was beyond being man and woman. We wanted to extract every ounce of pleasure from pure sexuality. I licked her clit and licked it and every wrinkle of her labia imprinted itself on my memory as my fingers explored the inside of her vagina that seemed the texture of silk, she finessed her soft tissues around my cock as though it was a pulsating silk purse. We explored pure sexuality to its, to our limits until our nerves turned painful and we were forced to stop by the sheer excess of pleasure. This was one threesome that would become a two-some between two pure sex buddies, a true transfer to another level.
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