Then  we did some more making out and she started saying stuff like, “I want to see you naked, you would look so good naked,” and then she said something that implied she wanted to eat me out.  And I’m sure I would have let her but I was still bleeding.  And all this time we weren’t just screwing around, we were also talking about how we felt about each other and what the hell Erica was going to do about Juree–still loving her and all.  Christmas we went to Chris’s sister’s house.  Just being in a room with Erica makse me hot an I can’t stand having to hide it from everyone.  The day after Christmas were were at Chris’s and stayed in bed until 4pm.  We did it again but I told her to be gentle and that I might bleed.  She said she didn’t care.  The night before we had gone into the kitchen to get something to eat and were screwing around for a while w/one of us sitting on the counter.  Then the lights went out (we did it, not nature) and were were on the kitchen floor.  Erica is so proud of herself that she can completely control her mind and body and can stop in the middle of sex at any time.  So she was biting my neck and that sort of hurts but also feels good at he same time so I was moaning/squeaking/breathing heavy which gets Erica off to know that she can get  me that excited.  Then she stopped and told me I was lucky she stopped herself because she was close to being out of control.  And then she started again, only lower so marks couldn’t be seen by anyone who didn’t see me with my shirt off.  And she was sucking so hard for so long I had to finally stop her.  She freaked out because she had gotten out of control and hurt me.  But I told her it was alright.  An that’s when she wanted to know how I felt about her.  But I honestly have no idea except for physical need-want-lust.  What bothered me the most though was no matter what she couldn’t stop thinking about Juree.  After we had sex, right after, she talked about Jeree and how far she got her hand up her.  I was trying to be understanding but by Monday I told her I wanted her talking about me.  But still, I’m just too nice, I give so much.  I told her I wanted to take care of her.  She told me she could feel herself falling in love with me.  So I asked her what would she do if I loved her.  Who knows, I might.  I asked if there was anything I could do to make her come to me rather than beg Juree to have her back.  She said no.  At that moment I would have done anything.  But now the time is lost.  She left Tuesday night saying she’d miss me.  And perhaps she has.  But she still has Amy and could get Juree and I have no one but myself, once again, to rely upon.  Things will never be like they were here, Christmas Vacation 1989 in Los Angeles, California.  The time, feeling, freedom, is all lost.  If Juree rejects her, Erica will come to me and I know I should say no, for her to be by herself for a while, but I’ll probably give in.  Because I’m weak, subservient.  Juree either was or is down here and she was supposed to call me but she didn’t.  Erica said I would do the same to Juree that I did to her.  I most likely would have.  But she didn’t call, maybe all for the better.  Things happen the way they do to reach a certain good place.  Erica called Juree when she was down here and Juree said that she and Amy had ha sex.  Erica was pissed but I think she had no right to be.  Erica was buying presents for Juree an not for anyone else basically.  I can understand, Juree being her first love an all, me being a useless fling.  My position in life.  But she did make me feel good about myself.  Telling me I’m beautiful, not fat, a good person, and she liked the way I walked.  She made me feel lovable.  Who knows how things will be when I get back.  I still want to have an honest talk amongst the four of us.  But the four of us have never been alone together and I would have to set up the meeting w/o the others knowing about it because they wouldn’t agree to it.  The bruise from Erica’s incessant sucking is still apparent 5 days later.  Pain is pleasure–scratching, biting, pounding.  No handcuffs–shit.   More sexual exploration later.  She knows where the ol’ clitoris is (she should, she has one) and made my legs twitch.  I said I only had sex w/a guy once but I wonder if she thought I meant all sex.  I just meant coitus.  Not finger and mouth–let’s count–4 different people finger an one mouth.  I’m quite the experienced little ho-bag (5 now), maybe I am a tease.  No, ’cause I’ve only said no to coitus twice and that’s all I’ve refused.  Not twice, three times–Jason Bornstein, Robbie, and Mike.  No one else has wanted to with me.  Except suddenly I’m popular with the girls.  What about guys, don’t they have eyes?  Erica said everyone at [our high school] save four people thinks I’m sexy.  Curtis, Eric Fodge, Justin Fisher, and someone else.  Boy, I wish these people who think I’m so sexy would act upon it.  She said that I’m very sexy.  If I remember correctly, she said this right after she had made me writhe all over the bed in ecstasy.  Maybe I am sexy, yay!  I told her I don’t fake things and I never act.  She asked if I would fake an orgasm for her and I said nope.  But mostly because I wouldn’t know how.  I don’t even know if I had one or not.  Is the leg twitching orgasm?  Who knows.  I wish I knew how things were going to be when I get back.  I guess I can wait though.  We’re going back to Melrose tomorrow for me to spend the rest of my money.  Tomorrow night I’m leaving again for home.  My mother suggested I move down here and live with DJ.  We would be great roommates.  I have no idea at all what I’m doing New Year’s Eve.  I’m getting home and then what?  Call Amy’s house to talk to either or both Amy and/or Erica.  Try to get the four of us together but Juree’s 21 and will want to go to some drinking party.  I just don’t know what to do.  What if everyone hates me?  What if Juree hates me for sleeping with Erica and Amy hates me for sleeping with Erica and Erica hates me for sleeping with Erica?  Oh God what to do?  Just wait be patient

some nights

some nights we regress

feel a snarl grow deep in our gut

prowl dark alleys for easy prey

clench teeth and bite lips to blood

we regress

to primeval roots

to a driving lust

to a frothing anger

even the animals around us

fear us

some nights

By Real Faucher

from:  Notebook/Cuaderno:  A Literary Journal, Volume 5, Number 2, 1989.


[Meg, guest writer of “Meg and TD” is back with another juicy story and hot photos that can only be seen here.  Enjoy.  –SSF]

I ran across some pictures and was reminded I never told you the story that put my nipple clamp love into overdrive.  It just might change your mind about them.  I know I’ve told you about the boss. There are many stories of us fucking in the rolling bookshelves that would be great scripts for any boss/employee-type porn, but this isn’t a story about that.

However, this was more momentous than getting fucked back in the bookshelves where we could’ve been caught so very easily, with the noise I make I’m surprised we never were.  This happened after his wife found a string of texts that were very explicit and after she had decided she wanted to fuck me too. I can’t remember if we’d all fucked together yet or not at the point of this event.

Regardless, I was in the habit of carrying around my clamps in my purse at the time … and wearing short skirts to work. As a matter of fact, that particular day I had on the same skirt I’ve seen your face under. The boss knew I had the clamps with me. (I’m sure I told him, knowing the horny little slut I was being.) Both of our desks could be viewed by any passersby who cared to look in so he took me back to the bookshelves and he put the clamps on me. He told me I couldn’t take them off until he said so. Him telling me what to do turned me on even more.

They don’t really hurt so much when you first put them on so I bounced back to my desk pain free. Our desks were about 3 feet from each other. I’m sure he was asking me about them, if they hurt, etc., when a co-worker who was always especially fond of my outfits and antics came back to chit chat. (It was a Friday and we were all killing time till time to go.) He mentioned how he liked my get-up and I murmured a thank you of some sort because by this time those little fuckers on my nipples were all I could think of. Mostly because they were starting to hurt, but having someone else in there made them all the naughtier, I felt like he could see right through me. And the boss had this grin on his face that only I knew what from. He could see me squirming and knew I was going to explode. So, of course, he kept the co-worker back there longer than I would’ve liked. Watching me squirm was half the fun.

I’ve never had a hard time with pain and have found that I actually enjoy it. That’s been the source of my fascination with bdsm. I haven’t dipped too much into it besides in my head, with this couple, and with the porn I favor. It excites me and I think I’d love to have someone abuse me in all those ways but really only in my imagination is where all of that is usually played out. There was some point, in night two, you had my legs spread more than they should have been able to be spread and it was making my hamstrings burn and hurt and you were fucking me hard. That moment reminded me of the nipple clamps and that mix of pain and pleasure is something I keep chasing. I wanted you to spread them more, make it hurt more and fuck me harder. I felt like a ragdoll then. I loved it.

DSC07195So the boss was watching me squirm. I tried to hang out in the conversation, but I couldn’t. I turned back around to my machine and pretended to be working. I was trying to apply pressure to my throbbing nipples to relieve them some; I desperately wanted to wait and let the boss take the clamps off. I’d think there was no way I could wait longer, then I’d wait longer. All the while, they were sitting about about 5 feet behind me. My squirms had to be apparent. And I was horny which makes me not sit like a lady and not care. So I waited longer. I don’t even remember what they were yakking about–I’m sure some tv show or football or other boy shit.

My entire body was on fire at that point. I couldn’t stand it any longer. So I went back and took them off. Holy shit, the feelings that rushed through my body at that moment were amazing. And all of it was pulsating from my nipples through the rest of me. Needless to say, my tiny panties were soaked through. So I trotted back out with a look on my face that said to the boss, “Get him the fuck out of here and get back here.”

The co-worker was gone in minutes. The boss took me back to the bookshelves. I had my tits out before I could think and told him to suck them. If you can somehow come from your nipples with nothing touching your pussy then I did then. My entire body went limp. And he sucked and sucked then went to the other one and did the same. He had to hold me up. My nipples had not brought me that much pleasure in years. It was fantastic. My body was on fire and tingly from head to toe. All over. I wanted my tits sucked forever right then.

After he did that, I dropped to my knees and sucked him off–I wanted a dick in my mouth and I didn’t really care if that’s what he wanted or not. He, of course, didn’t mind. I sucked him until he shot his load in my mouth and then I sucked him dry, licking it all up. My body was still humming, my eyes half rolled in the back of my head but I was coherent enough by this point and it was close enough to quitting time that we just bolted.

(That night we were to all three go out. I was very naughty that night; I’m pretty sure strangers may have inadvertently seen my slutty little vagina that night. I had on a short skirt, platform wedges and had taken my panties off and put them in my purse early on in the night. Squatting down to look at something with my knees spread wide gave many quite the view. We were at some hipster art gallery with naked girls on suspended rings, so I fit the scene nicely I’m sure.)

But I’m not done with our Friday afternoon antics. So we walked out to our cars, which were in full view of our office on the 12th floor, if anyone was looking down our way. Once we were there we realized he never spanked me during all of this. He liked to spank me and I’m very fond of that, so it was surprising that it never happened.

However, we couldn’t much do it there, we were too much on display. We found an open stairwell. It was dirty and stinky and didn’t have doors or anything, just open. We went down a flight until we were in the middle of the floors and I put my hands against the cold dirty concrete, sightly bent over. He flipped my skirt up and spanked my ass hard. It echoed in the stairwell, my screams did too. We would’ve been heard easily if anyone was in earshot.

He continued to spank me. He slapped my ass harder than he ever had before and probably harder than I’d ever received. It fucking hurt and I loved it. I knew my skin had to be red as hell; it was on fire. It was wearing me out, all of the endorphins that were being released, mixed with pleasure and combined with the dirty sluttiness of being spanked in a dirty stairwell. And my nipples were still throbbing. I was loud as I wanted to be because I didn’t give a shit, so he hit me harder because he was getting off on the echo and my noises.

We finally calmed down and I took my hot, red, bare ass and rubbed it up against his hard dick through his jeans; they were scratching my worn-out ass and that felt fucking awesome too. We regained some composure and walked back to our cars and went our separate ways to get ready for the evening. I never came (vaginally) during the whole afternoon. But that night, in my living room, with my ass high in the air I was fucked in the ass by a rather large dildo being administered by his wife while he watched, and I came and came.

And now I’m horny as fuck and I want you to ream my ass.

My face smelled like balls.

The other night Pedro, one of the guys from “International Day, and Night,” called to invite me to a party.  He kept saying that it was a private party.  I assumed he meant I wasn’t to bring a bunch of my rowdy friends since the party was taking place at a friend’s apartment, but I asked to make sure.

He told me there would only be six to eight people at the “party” but that he really wanted me to be there.  I’m no dummy so I told him that if his idea of a party was to have me fuck everyone there that I wasn’t going to go unless he was willing to name a price.  That was a joke?

OF COURSE he assured me that that was not the case.  It was just that the neighbors were very sensitive to noise so they didn’t want anything too loud or too late.  Pedro told me that we’d more likely than not start out there with a few drinks and then go out dancing.

It was a Friday night, I had nothing else to do, and I figured it was good for me to get out of my Mission comfort zone every once in a while, so I showered and got dolled up a bit.

I took a cab to the designated party pad.  The “party” consisted of Pedro, me, and one other guy, our host.  A much less cool chick would have been at least a tad perturbed.  As I’m extra cool, I was not.

The three of us sat in the living room, where there was a bottle of Jose Cuervo, a salt shaker, and a small platter of lime wedges.  We each had a shot.  I pointed out to our host that the limes should have been cut much thinner for our purposes of taking shots of cheap tequila.

Our host, Alberto, pointed out that he didn’t know to what size he was supposed to cut the limes since he wasn’t Mexican–tequila being a Mexican beverage.  Alberto told me he was from Lima.  That’s in Peru, folks.

We each had another tequila shot, and then I got a phone call from a friend with whom I had to talk.  I walked down the hall of the Edwardian [After doing some research I may or may not be naming this style of architecture correctly.] apartment, past at least one bedroom and to the kitchen.  It was a nice apartment that was clean and didn’t look like a stereotypical bachelor pad at all.  After ending my phone call I rejoined Pedro and Alberto in the living room.

The tequila, another shot of which I probably had, was definitely doing it’s job, because I really don’t know how the three of us ended up in the bedroom which was adjacent to the living room.  The bedroom was large–there was a queen bed, a love seat, at least a couple of pieces of dresser-like furniture, and plenty of room to walk around.

Only I didn’t notice such things at the time because the the three of us were quite busy.  Of course I had fucked Pedro before (on two separate occasions), so I knew I liked him.  And Alberto had soft, hairless skin, a tight body, and a hard cock–yum!  We were having a whole lot of fun.

It seemed as though the next time I looked up there was a third guy there.  Huh?  I was having so much fun that I was happy there was someone else to join us.  I don’t recall ever seeing this third guy, Esteban (whose name I didn’t learn until much later, of course), with his clothes on–I swear the first time I actually noticed him he was already naked with a hard cock (this is NOT a complaint).

We happily welcomed Esteban, who was Alberto’s roommate.  At the time I remember thinking, and possibly saying, that it was only fair that he join us considering it was his place in which we were having our “party.”

There was a lot of cock sucking–per usual, I wanted ALL  of them in my mouth.  We didn’t try putting more than one at a time in my mouth, I think only because none of us thought of it.

A cock went in my ass.  It felt really good, only I hadn’t properly prepared for such an eventuality and I had to use the facilities soon thereafter.  As this was an Edwardian (I think) abode, finding the bathroom wasn’t the easiest of activities for me in my intoxicated state.

This type of place is long and skinny.  All of the major rooms, including the living room, any bedrooms, and the kitchen, were to the right of the hallway that ran the length of the place.  The bathroom was to the left.

Only bathroom, singular, isn’t quite correct.  This kind of place, which is very common in San Francisco, had split bathrooms.  Well, a split bathroom.  The bathtub and sink were in one room off the hall, and the toilet was in another room off the hall.  At the time I was drunk and had just been pounded in my ass and my mouth (at least) so my sense of direction wasn’t at its optimum.

I recall looking in the bath/sink room at least a couple of times because I was sure I just hadn’t looked hard enough for the toilet.  And it seemed as though the other doors off the left side of the hall were so far away from that room as to not be plumbingly associated.  Finally, I found the toilet and took care of business.

Afterward, I went back to the bedroom where the four of us continued our various permutations of fun.  I recall being on my back on the bed with one cock in my pussy and one in my mouth when I requested that all of them come on me at once.  I made it clear that I wanted to lie there whilst they all shot their wads on my face and tits.

But that wasn’t to be.  Eventually Pedro left.  At the time, though, I didn’t notice until he’d been absent for some time.

Alberto and I really seemed to like fucking each other.  Whenever we were alone on the bed we once again launched into making out, and his cock going into my mouth, which eventually lead to him fucking my pussy, again.  While we fucked I gazed upon his pretty, sweet face.

Alberto was on his back while I mounted him.  I slid my pussy over his cock.  Without preamble I felt Esteban’s cock pushing into my ass.  I remember holding still so Esteban’s cock could work its way into my ass.  And then I had a cock in my pussy and another cock in my ass at the same time and it was fucking glorious.  It felt so good.

I’m not sure how long the three of us were able to keep it up, but I do know it felt FANTASTIC and I will do it again, hopefully soon.

The three of us fucked some more, in various ways, and eventually one of us came. It was Esteban–he came all over my face after I insisted I wanted it.  Alberto and I really seemed to not want to stop fucking, or I was just drunkenly and hornily assumptive.  He and I fucked some more.  That sweet face; that smooth skin.

Then I realized I needed to get back home to my animals.  While I dressed we chatted.  I learned that Esteban was 25, Alberto was 23, and that though they were both from Lima they had met in San Francisco at a private English-language school.  I got Esteban’s phone number and then they called a cab for me.

Esteban has since made it clear he wants to fuck me again.  I want to fuck him too, but also Alberto.

I swear.  True story.

Some of y’all have just never encountered a casual sex “relationship” and don’t know how to conduct yourselves.  Or you just did it wrong.  I’m here to help, my lovelies.

  • Spending the night is optional.  Whether to actually sleep with your host after you’ve “slept” together is a mutual decision.  If she invites you and you want to stay, do so with morning sex in mind.  If she does not offer, don’t fall asleep considering yourself invited–that’s overstaying your welcome, and the morning will definitely be an uncomfortable mess of awkwardness.  If you ask and she says no–for whatever reason–be gracious and leave, thanking her for a fun fuck on the way out.  Should she request your presence in her sleeping chamber, but you don’t want to stay, it is fine to thank her and leave–no need for lame-ass excuses.
  • If things are uncomfortable beyond repair, get the fuck out.  No need to explain yourself beyond, “I’ve got to go.”  A woman will assume she’s done something wrong, but better to avoid a fight–or some other encounter that ensures mutual bad feelings–than to have an argument reminiscent of an “If you really cared about me … ” discussion.
  • Keep in contact with her.  A phone call, email, text, tweet, Facebook message, Craig’s List post, or smoke signal letting her know you had a great time is just nice.  She may have postulated that you had a good time when you shot your wad on her face, but it’s still nice to hear/read that the person whose asshole you licked enjoyed it.  Be specific in stating what you enjoyed.  For example, a text that reads, “Good fuck” may or may not be sufficient.  Try, “My favorite part was seeing your ass bouncing on my cock” and see if she doesn’t invite you back for more.

Yep, more to come ….

I swear.  True Story.

Made a complete fool of myself with 26yo last night.  The sex is so fucking good that I get loopy and gooshy.  Last night I said something along the lines of, “We clearly have a special connection and it needs to be acknowledged.”  To which I got crickets.  And then he made it clear that no such special connection exists.  Ouch.

Even if there is no “special connection” there’s more than he acknowledges.

We were on the couch making out and he told me our photo shoot was his first threesome (which I guess I had known but didn’t fully realize) and then went on to thank me further, I think because I’m willing to do such things with him.  But then he got quiet in a way that appeared to be thinking about something he’s not saying.  I could certainly be reading too much into it, but there was something.

Then we went upstairs.  Of course I wanted to suck his cock.  I rubbed my pussy on on his leg and my tits on his cock.  It was quite hot.

26yo’s very generous in bed and loves playing with my pussy–until he comes.  Once he’s come he’s done.  I have now fully grasped this.  We had gone upstairs in order for him to use gloves on me.

But rubbing my tits on his cock and pussy on his leg made him come–hard.  I think it kind of surprised him.

I had come all over my chest and he had come on his crotch area.  We lay there for a while with just the sheet over us and the sheet got soaked through with the come he had on him.  I must’ve rubbed the soaked-through sheet sticking to his skin for a couple of minutes.  I could feel the texture of the wet sheet and knowing it was come made it feel even better.

That would’ve been a time to get at my wet pussy but no such luck.

But I did get to thinking that our relationship, such as it is, is perfect for both of us–we can and do fuck other people and we’re genuinely happy for the other to meet new people.  We can be completely honest and nasty and dirty about what we want sexually.  We still talk like regular people, with an emphasis on sex, of course.

Why the fuck was I trying to push it into some sort of mold or place a label on it?  Silly.  I’m done doing anything other than enjoying him.  It does no good to think about when it might end because then I don’t enjoy the present as much.  And I want to enjoy every bit of him.

I like his feet, his skin, his hair, his smell, his cute little naked body, his beautiful face, his poufy booty, the way he touches me, how much he’s into my tits, that he likes to do to my pussy the things I’ve always wanted done to it, his cock, the way he fucks me.  The way his cock pushes past my palate and fills up my throat.

I swear.  True story.

This, with minimal editing, is Meg’s first-person, next-day, recounting of one of the best nights anyone has ever had.  I’m assuming, ’cause I certainly have never experienced anything like this.  Nor have I ever heard (or read) anyone quite so effusive.  Makes me want to fuck both Meg and TD–separately, and together.  And y’all can thank Meg for the HOT photos as well.  Both the post and the photos are Random Rim Jobs exclusives so don’t think you’ll get this fun elsewhere.

Meg, in her own words:

Yesterday was fantastic. Even Starbucks was nice. It was a break from my routine and I’m not used to that.

He came by my house.  I don’t know why, but I like that he’s seen my house. From my house we went to Starbucks to put a sandwich in my belly and to find a hotel closer to my house, which was a sweet gesture. He’s much sweeter than he’d care to admit.

Then we went to the river.  Honestly, that may have been what really tipped the scales.  We just relaxed in the shade with the wind blowing. We talked some, I stared at those eyes some–I can see them in my head just thinking about them–but mostly we sat and relaxed. I don’t know why but I feel really comfortable around him; even the first night when I was nervous, I wasn’t uncomfortable.

We left the river, he dropped me off at home, and he went to go navigate traffic, get lost, and eventually find his hotel. I went to be Mom for a few hours. The hotel had a 24-hour hot tub so after getting dinner set at home, I packed my suit and headed out. The drive down wasn’t bad and the hotel was nice.

I found his room, 711, and knocked. He had a nice big bed so I straddled him while we chit-chatted about what we were going to do that night. That somehow led to me sitting on his face. It was still early evening with light coming through the window so I could see his eyes looking at me. If I could have focused for longer than a few seconds I would’ve just stared at those eyes. But focusing on anything becomes impossible when his mouth is busy on my box.

Somehow he ended up naked while I still had my clothes on–sans the blue panties m2of course–which was opposite of the night before. He pounded my pussy fantastically. I have bruises on my elbows and knees from that. I’m sure I came, as I’ve come so much in the past two days it’s hard to keep up. Oh wait! I know I did because he told me I did one of his favorite things–I got girl come all over his dick.

At one point I came from just his balls slapping my clit, which has never happened before. I love that feeling–balls slapping me while getting pounded and the sound of it–and it’s even better when it provides an orgasm in the process. Win.

We went down to the hot tub and relaxed and chatted. Which was nice. I don’t know why he’s so easy for me to be around but he’s the first boy in a while whose company I’ve enjoyed for more than a bang. After a bit we went to his room, changed and went down the road for some food. But no drinks, which was nice. And again, rare. Of late, it’s uncommon for me to hang out with a boy without drinking, either to ease the tension or make me actually want to fuck him.

Then we went to this weird little gas station where we got Sugar Free Red Bull (the 55b56d50df46d09368bc22d236a1a0df.image.272x550GIANT kind) and he got me a little present–a C-3PO Pez dispenser. I know this gift may sound silly but he knows I like that shit. He’s really fucking sweet, even though he’ll totally deny it. [He can’t now. –SSF] He sat close and pulled me near and kiss me randomly, all of which I like a lot and made me feel even more comfortable around him, which all lead to last night’s explosion.

It’s his fault the night became centered on me. I don’t even know how things started other than us getting naked. But I do remember him doing something to my sweet little box and telling me about something he’d read about squirting. I tried to tell him something I’d read about it being a myth. It’s really hard to talk when there’s someone doing what he was doing down there though.

Around this time the “witch” noise, as he described it, came out. I’d never heard myself do it before but found myself going there multiple times last night and found that it was a bit of a warning as to what was to come.

I didn’t make him pull away when I got really sensitive down there, which he said most girls do. I’m normally one of those girls, but not with him. I didn’t make him pull back, I just let him keep going. The boy really fucking knows what he’s doing down there. Really. And I know this will swell his head, but I don’t care, he’s fucking good.

I’m sure I’d had numerous orgasms–well into double digits–as he started to tell me about this thing he’d read and doing whatever it told him to do. I could feel what he was talking about and could almost feel myself spilling over but didn’t at first. After this first attempt he completely pounded my ass. m5

Fuckdamn, that was a good ass pounding. My ass bone is still wonderfully sore it was so good. It was a very aggressive ass reaming, which is something I really needed. Apparently he did too because he sure gave it his all.

We recuperated from that, I tweeted about it, and at some point very shortly after he tried the squirting thing again. And then things went into a blurry euphoria. I remember feeling something intense as he seemed to be pulling away. Or maybe I “sprayed” on him and that caught him off guard and he pulled back. Either way, I then became completely possessed.

I couldn’t control myself and I had the most intense orgasm, unlike any other–it was like it was coming from the inside and permeating through my clit. It was euphoric and fantastic. He laid there and watched the show. I don’t know how long that intensity went on–probably around 10 minutes.  I got really dry right after that (which he took care of with his magical mouth) but then for at least the next hour I was still having an orgasm or orgasms.

The slightest move or laugh, or if he’d tweet about something, or anything or nothing, and it’d go again–not as intense as it was at first but it was sustaining and that was intense all in itself. He fucked me during this time, which is all a blur, but I do remember that it felt fucking amazing.

After he fucked me I had to pee. Actually, I felt like I was going to pee all over him while he was fucking me. He had my ass up in the air but I was on my back and his dick was hitting my bladder or something around there. I swear to god I had a fucking orgasm when I went to pee. Fucking crazy.

The bedspread was soaked, I’m sure we were too, my girl come soaked everything. I was in a solid stupor for some time. For a while I was still having little tremors and my whole body was shaking from the inside, my pussy was like its own vibrator.

I have never, ever, never, felt anything so intense or have ever been so comfortable with anyone, sexually, to let myself go like that. I’m glad we refrained from drinking so that we could both fully experience the moment. Or moments, rather.

The only thing missing was that I really, really, really, wanted him to come all over me. I wanted to feel him come inside me, in my mouth. God, I wanted to taste him so damn bad. But I could hardly think or move or focus so I never got back to focusing on him before I passed out snuggled up next to him. So it’s really his fault that I wasn’t coherent enough to do him justice last night–he started the madness.

I felt like I was on drugs or drunk or something. Complete euphoria. I was laughing and almost crying at some points. I was curled up in a ball, sprawled out, whimpering, moaning–I honestly don’t even know what all I was doing. I fell off the bed at one point, which was funny as hell. Regardless, I always felt comfortable and free to let it out and no pressure, which is why it was all able to happen.

And it wasn’t like I had to rub myself in the least–I didn’t. If my hand was down there, I was just holding it there, kinda like I do after you have an orgasm, just putting pressure on my clit. That’s the only thing I’d do and I did that out of pure instinct.

The orgasm, or whatever you want to call it, was coming from the inside, from exactly where he’d said was the spot to make all this happen. It’s funny I was trying to tell him this was all a myth minutes before I went into convulsions.

He wanted me to call you at the beginning of this but I could hardly talk. He talked to me and I tried to talk back, but random words in no particular order ended up coming out. I don’t know if he turns all girls into bumbling messes, but he turned me into one.

About the squirting: I thought I knew my self/body better than that–I would have NEVER thought any of that would be possible. Fuck, my pussy is getting all worked up again just thinking about it. I kid you not. I want his fingers inside of me, and him near me. Even though my entire body is sore and feels so blissfully used, my little box wants more. What the hell?


Also, I’ve never said, “What the fuck?!” so many times in my life. It was like I was just along for a ride my body was taking. Fucking intense. I know this is long and rambling but I don’t want to forget anything that’s not already blurry and if too much time passes I’m worried I’ll forget the details. I want documentation, so you’re getting a tome all about the most amazing night of pleasure I’ve ever had.

I know TD’s going to get a big head but he deserves it for this one. This was different. I was sober and not expecting anything like that. So, my sweet little TD, job well done. Very well done.

Of course I had to leave in the wee hours, around 4:00 or 5:00 am, which I hated. I really wanted to wake up next to him and have great morning sex, but duty called and I needed to be home when the little one woke. One of these days I’ll wake up next to him and we’ll have a good morning fuck.

TD has requested an orgasm count. I’m going to try. Well over 10 before the squirting ever started. The most I have EVER come at one time was when I was masturbating.  Somehow I came back-to-back around 20 times, or I stopped counting at 20. If I could possibly pick out all the details from last night and count accurately it would be well over 20. The hour I was coming was full of big orgasms and little tremors, but it was just one giant orgasm anyway. I know it sounds crazy and honestly, I really think this is undershooting it, but I’m going with 30+. Although I know it had to be more than that.

And there were so many different ones! I’ve never had such variety of orgasms in one night. Pretty sure the majority of the bedspread was soaked at one point. [This is one of the reasons hotel bedspreads immediately go on the floor.  Though Meg juice is welcome on my spread any time.  –SSF] And I’d soak his face and mouth and chin and he’d bring it to my mouth–I’d never tasted myself so much before. I loved licking myself off of his prickly face. I seriously could go on and on, but I’ll spare you the gushing (ha, pun totally intended).

In conclusion, he’s really fucking sweet, his mouth is beyond talented and we went to the river together. I’d really like to cuddle up on the riverside with him again. That was really nice. And again, unexpected. This whole thing was unexpected really. Dammit, I’m gushing. Ok, that’s it.

I’m done. For now.m4

I placed an ad on Craig’s List under w4mw Casual Encounters with the headline, “Teach Me How to Fuck Your Guy’s Ass.”  My intent was to find mw couples who were already engaging in pegging so they would have the equipment, and so she could show me, via both demonstration and instruction, how to fuck ass properly.

I wanted a woman to teach me because she assumably had the same problem I feared–not being able to feel the phallus used in the harness.  I did not want to get the equipment myself and fuck some guy’s ass without any lessons for fear that I’d hurt him (any more than he desired–which is NOT to say ass fucking should hurt; it should not).

I got many responses, as per usual with CL.  A LOT of the respondents clearly were instituting the gunshot approach by responding to every listing that had been placed by a woman (or a “woman” bot).  These sex hunters shoot their email buckshot far and wide without concern for their sexy prey.  My ad was very specific, yet I had a number of responses from men who’d never been pegged and who didn’t have partners.  Also, several responses from guys who wanted to fuck my ass.  I dig getting my ass fucked, but that wasn’t going to help me learn how to fuck properly with a strap-on.  Besides, I had been been the anally receptive partner countless times; it was my turn to top, dammit.

Through email exchanges I settled on one couple I could tell was experienced in the fine art of pegging.  S&E live in the next neighborhood, Bernal Heights, so we decided to meet at a local dive bar, the 3300 Club.  They are in their mid-30s and she and I have the same first name, so we already had at least two things in common–names and the desire to fuck her husband in the ass. We chatted over drinks, and then I went to the bathroom.

Always when meeting couples for the first time I go to the bathroom to give them the opportunity to talk about me.  And check out my ass (duh).  I think it’s polite to afford them time to determine whether they’re both attracted to me and whether they want to share their bed with me.  I was hoping to be a guest in S&E’s sex life, so other than my participation, everything was up to them.  We had already established our ground rules via email–E’s cock would not be entering my pussy–but otherwise anything was game provided we all wanted things to go forward.

I returned from the bathroom and S very sweetly told me, “We like you” with a big dumb grin on her face.  So cute!  What a nice ego boost to be told a couple finds me so interesting and sexy and fun that they both want to have their way with me.

Some weeks later I walked to their house for the big event.  We had drinks and played with their dogs (not like that, you sick fucks).  Eventually we went to their bedroom (the dogs were locked away in the garage).  I was very nervous about strapping on and fucking him.  They showed me their toys and S put on the harness to show me it wasn’t intimidating at all.


S with a cock wasn’t the least bit scary; actually, she was sexy as hell. She strutted around the bedroom showing off her big dick.  I wanted to know how she fucked with it.  Somehow, instead of demonstrating by fucking E’s ass, her cock found its way into my pussy.

It was a new sensation for me–having a woman with smooth skin and soft flesh pounding away at me with her cock.  While she was fucking me from behind, my mouth found its way to E’s prick.  Because of this experience I now know that one of my all-time favorite things is getting my pussy pounded from behind whilst my mouth is full of cock.

One of the great things about being fucked with a dildo is that it’s always hard.  E shot his load–which I happily gobbled down–and was enjoying the after glow, all while S continued banging away at my cunt.  Eventually she tired of working her hips to fuck me.  Then the three of us did various things that three horny people do together until we were all exhausted.

We did not, however, ever get around to me fucking his ass.  We had a great time, and I was definitely not disappointed in any way as I stumbled home, drunk on both drink and sex.

We got together a second time, and once again we got distracted from our main goal when when E’s cock went in my mouth and S’s cock went in my cunt.  I think I’d choose that “position” if I had to fuck just one way for the rest of my life, though I’m glad I don’t have to make such a harrowing choice.

I was beginning to think I was never going to get a chance to fuck man ass.  I lamented my fate to Mr. Zip, a friend with whom I speak about my sexual adventures at least once a week.  Mr. Zip has no interest in getting pegged so he didn’t even volunteer to help me out of my woeful situation.

I was considering placing another CL ad with a similar headline until I got another email from S&E requesting my presence at their place.

I walked there a third time.  S was wearing a floor-length, high-necked night gown that would have been matronly but for the fact that it was constructed of extremely sheer cotton.  She looked so at-ease and sexy in the gown that I was immediately put on sex alert.  Being able see her tits at attention as soon as I walked in the front door made me realize that night would not be like the previous two we had spent together.  I was very much distracted by being able to see S’s body beneath the gown.  S sensed this, I’m sure, because she soon went into the bedroom–removing her nightie on the way.

E and I followed her into the bedroom.  This time I made it clear that I was not going to pass up my opportunity to fuck his ass; that I would be distracted neither by a hard cock in my mouth nor my twat.  S helped me into the harness and assumed the role of Sexy Professor of Ass Fuck.  She was an excellent instructor.

E got on his hands and knees.  S pulled out the lube.  She lubed up her fingers and loosened up his ass as she told me what he he liked.  She talked about him as if he were merely an object, which was very fucking hot.  I watched her lubed fingers slide into and out of his ass.  She assured me his ass was clean and ready to be fucked.  Eventually, I got behind him and slid my lubed cock into his ass VERY slowly.

E made it obvious he was enjoying himself, which I appreciated.  I tentatively slid my cock into his ass as I got used to the feeling and sight of pushing into him.  It felt so fucking hot to slowly slip into his pretty little ass.

And then I wanted to fuck. The harness was well-placed and I just wanted to pound his ass, hard.  Harder.  I grabbed onto his hips and pulled his ass toward me.  I thrusted, the pressure growing each time I jammed my cock into his asshole.  S, and any comments she may have been making, faded into the background because I was fucking.

I was making guttural noises–fuck sounds–as I pounded his ass.  His cock was so hard.  I reached around so I could stroke it but he told S that he couldn’t handle that much stimulation.  Only I could barely understand what was going on so she had to push my hand away.  He pushed back into my cock as I thrust into him.  I grabbed onto his shoulders so I could pull his whole body onto my cock; so I could fuck him even more ferociously.

Every time I checked in with him to make sure he was excited by what was going on he grunted in approval.  I lost track of S and it was just me and my cock and E.  Eventually E turned over–so I could fuck him face-to-face.

With us facing each other I needed to be gentler, but any thrill lost from savagely fucking his ass was made up for by seeing his face–as I continued to thrust into him.  He looked so pretty.  I looked into his eyes and I knew how men must feel when they’re fucking women.  The look of utter surrender and pleasure on his face was wonderful.

I continued to slide the dildo into his ass until I was becoming too distracted by his hard cock.  Looking down at the erection that I was causing was fucking hot.  I was sorry that it was too much for him to let me bob my head down and suck it at that point.  Eventually I began to hear S talking; I hadn’t realized she had been cheering us on all along.

Finally, I pulled out and lie next to him.  We were both panting.  I took the harness off and S took it and the dildo it contained away.  I asked E if he would give me an assessment of how I’d done, but he wasn’t ready just yet; he was still processing.

I think I did a good fucking job (pun intended).

I swear.  True story.

It’s come to my attention that I left y’all hanging.  I’m sorry I didn’t help you blow your collective wad.

I still don’t know E’s assessment of my skills, as I’ve not seen S and E again.  We’ve exchanged emails and they’ve assured me that they dig my scene, but that they’re busy with the boring life stuff.