Pale Blue

I like Asian girls, I really do but sometimes their personality and cultural upbringing can be a pain when it comes to matters of sex. Case in point, Lia.

First off, she was quite cute when I met her, no doubt about it, and in fact she actually looked younger then I thought she would. I hadn't seen her picture before we met though we did exchange a few emails to set up our rendezvous. My impression based on a couple of "old enough to" phrases in her messages, implying to my mind that she was in her late 20's or maybe even early 30's. From her emails it also seemed to me that she was rather skittish, so that I was kind of half expecting she wouldn't show up.

We had arranged to meet after work in Santana Row, a big outdoor mall area in San Jose. There is a chess area where there are a bunch of chess tables set up and a giant chessboard on the ground with pieces which come up to your knees. There's hardly anybody ever there playing the game despite the fairly good traffic of shoppers around, so it was a good public area in which to meet without having to deal with the close quarters and lack of privacy of most cafes.

I was hanging around reading a magazine when she came up and kind of looked around without approaching me, though she clearly thought I was the guy. I smiled at her and asked her if she was Lia, got a bob of her head in return, and I invited her to take a seat. The first thing you noticed about her was that she was impeccably dressed, as so many of those Asian girls usually are, perfectly attired for the warm and pleasant, slightly breezy afternoon.

On her shoulders was a little pale blue jacket, more of a short shirt really, over a white blouse. Her bare, milky legs were entirely uncovered by a perfectly matched pale blue mini leading down to equally pale blue open toed, slip on shoes which she tended to dangle from her foot while she sat cross legged and talked to me.

She looked to be in her early 20's, shoulder length straight hair, surprisingly brown for an Asian girl, round pale face, about 5'6" or 5'7", generous breasts for her frame, toenails painted a dark red, and mostly those sexy white thighs seductively emerging out of that pale blue skirt. When she was sitting down I made a point of peeking up her skirt and spied a glimpse of white panties before she demurely crossed her legs. I was tempted to start spreading her things right there and then and bending her over one of the chess tables. That would have been fun.

She sat down and kind of avoided my eyes, and I could see she was incredibly shy. I smiled and asked politely if she had ever done this kind of thing, and she shook her head. You could see she didn't know what to say and was kind of flustered by the situation. I was naturally curious about how this shy girl had gotten up the courage to agree to meet me so I questioned her about this. She admitted that she was turned on by the ad, that particular one painted a rather sexy picture of what I wanted to do, and answered it without really thinking that anything would come of it. Getting all this out of her was kind of like pulling teeth, since she would not volunteer anything and had to be coaxed to give short and seemingly begrudging answers.

She was so shy and demure that I was seriously thinking of just telling her she was not exactly what I was looking for - usually I like girls who are at least a little bit debauched, or shortly willing to become so. That's not what I was getting from her. Two things stopped me from throwing her back to reach maturity in the large pond of casual Internet sex. First I was afraid that if I rejected her she'd take it really hard because she seemed kind of fragile. She also seemed to be warming up a bit to me, responding to my attempts to be amusing about sex, not to mention after me grinning like a madman at her for ten minutes while trying to be charming. Second, she was so damned cute that I really wanted to put my face between those thighs and run my hands and tongue all over what I was sure was her beautifully round, smooth and milky ass. She was just too delicious to throw back.

After we had been talking for about half an hour, actually, after I had been talking and she being mostly monosyllabic, I finally asked her if she was sure she wanted to come home with me, have me bend her over, lift her skirt, and fondle her. This seemed to appeal to her since she averted her eyes, smiled, and rather quietly said yes.

I'll skip the tedious logistics of how we got to my place, except to note that she drove a little blue Honda Civic, just a little too dark blue to be perfectly coordinated with her outfit.

We get home and things start off quite nicely. After she comes out of the bathroom and I take off her little blue jacket, making sure to fondle her boobs through that white blouse and a lacy white bra underneath. I take her to the bedroom and have her shoes off and on her knees with rump up, pulling up her skirt and feeling her through the white panties.

I can feel her the heat of her crotch and incipient wetness through her white panties. I move aside the panties and slip my fingers in, past a shock of unruly wiry black hair on her very Asian pussy. She closes her eyes and starts to moan a bit as I finger her, moving her pelvis a bit into my fingers. You just can't look at that brown pussy framed against the back of those white thighs without wanting to taste it, and down I go for some serious licking. She tastes a bit tangy from the piss she just took, but clean and deliciously musky. My dick gets hard and begins straining against my pants in no time.

Eventually I pull down her panties and her ass is everything you could desire - smooth white, with a brown crack and a tiny sphincter that's just begging to be licked. I go down on her some more, licking all around while fingering her pussy with my thumb. Lovely.

Eventually I pull back and it is truly a magnificent sight, she on the bed with her butt up in the air, the pale blue skirt pushed up, panties around her knees and a wet dark-haired pussy exposed to the warm afternoon air. It's a genuine Asian porn shot, but without the blurred genitals.

I come over to her other end and tell her to unzip me. She complies and my dick springs forth. I tell her to suck me.

So here's the first problem. This is clearly a girl who does not know how to suck cock. She's awfully tentative, and when she takes me in her mouth I can barely feel her lips around my cock. She licks around on the shaft not knowing where the sensitive spots are, and in general being entirely too tentative. I know she's 20 years old, and not a virgin, but clearly she has never really done much oral sex. I tell her to suck harder and pump her head a bit, but she's still incredibly tentative.

Well OK, she's still a fine looking and rather willing, if tentative fuck toy, so off we go for a little doggy style. Tight pussy, tighter ass as I push my spit lubricated thumb in while I pump my cock into her. I alternate fucking her and licking her for a while, again detesting the rubber flavor of the condoms which masks her lovely musk, eventually flip her over and do some holy missionary work. She seems to be enjoying herself, but its hard to tell, she's just sort of laying there.

In fact that could be the whole theme of the session, her just laying there, not saying much, every once in a while moaning but not giving me any feedback. No move left, no harder, no lick there, no ouch, you're pinching me. She doesn't change position unless I move her, in fact, she does nothing unless I prompt her. I might as well be fucking one of those life dolls, which I'm sure is fine in and of itself, but frankly I like a little more life in my fuck toys.

That's the problem. She's so passive that it gets to be tedious screwing her. Don't get me wrong, I was getting off, but afterwords it seems like it was way too much work and I felt I had all the fun and she was not really there. I'm not totally insensitive to these things and I don't think it was that she was repulsed by me or anything like that. Sexual self delusion can mask those kind of things but I'm reasonably sure that wasn't it. I just think that her personality, and perhaps her sexual experience - and here is where the Asian culture thing comes in - was just so passive that she didn't know any better and she thought that's what you did. Just lay there and let the guy do whatever he wanted. Now, a passive sex toy can be just fine if you're reasonably sure that the sex toy is getting some pleasure out of it, but in this case it was really, really hard to tell what she was about.

Eventually I gave her a vibrator and offered her my dick in her mouth. She kind of half heartedly stuck it in and out of her pussy and masturbated with it while trying to suck me, but it was like she could not coordinate the two sensations and was not getting anywhere with either. I asked if she was enjoying herself, and she nodded, but frankly I could not tell if she was being sincere or just too polite to say anything.

Well, at that point I kind of gave up trying to be solicitous and decided to get selfish and concentrate on my own pleasure. I had her totally naked by now and she was still a very hot looking and tasting girl and I was going to take advantage and get off with gusto. I flipped her over on her side, slipped on a condom (a Kimono in honor of her heritage) and proceeded to fuck her from behind while feeling her surprisingly generous boobs. After a while I fingered and licked her ass and eventually came with my face buried in her crevices.

She was smiling at me but clearly wanted no contact with the cum, not that I can blame her, you know how it is with us guys, and we kind of flopped on the bed for a while with me admiring her body and she distractedly handling my dick. I asked her if she wanted anything, if she wanted to cum in some way and she said no. Still totally passive. Eventually she did ask for some water, and after she drank it just kind of evolved through some unspoken agreement that it was time for her to leave. I watched her get dressed, not meeting my eyes, but with a kind of half smile on her face, and I saw her off at the door in my robe. She looked like she wanted to be out of there by then.

I still don't know if she didn't like me or if she was just too shy and inexperienced and passive and kind of overwhelmed by the experience, clearly the first time she ever hooked up through the Net. She gave nothing back, either as a lover or even in casual conversation. Just a passive doll, utterly deformable for sexual purposes but also utterly lifeless.

So it was a weird encounter, physically satisfying for me, but leaving a strange taste in my mouth. Not exactly bad sex that you run into every now and then, but hardly a fully satisfying experience. Too bad, because physically Lia was absolutely delicious, but her personality seemed to be just not there. I wonder, what will she be like in 20 years?

The Economy

Susan, a friend of mine, works for a local software firm and every once in a while, when things are slow at her office she and I chat online. Ordinarily I'm no big fan of online chat, finding it terribly slow and generally annoying, but she and I are old friends and have fun ranting at each other on sundry topics and exchanging sexual banter in the most shameless fashion. For her sake I hope nobody is recording our chats at her workplace because she could get into terrible trouble with her HR.

Anyway, we were bantering back and forth, with Susan telling me that she had done her work, sent off her software to QA and didn't really have anything to do at the moment. Oh yes, she also said she was feeling horny, a feeling our chatter apparently did nothing to satisfy. Quite the opposite in fact.

Susan is happily hooked up with a boyfriend these days, but we briefly used to work at the same company back in our careers and had a brief and physically satisfying fling at the time. It's been a long time since we fooled around, but I had fond memories of her compact, slightly stocky body and enthusiastic approach to fucking.

Before her rather colorful admission of her state of arousal ("I could pull the Orient Express!") Susan and I were discussing the state of the economy. I had been out to lunch not too long ago at the Vallco shopping center which had a decent smorgasbord type sushi restaurant (Mahalo Valhalla anybody?). While there I took the opportunity to pop into the local JC Penny's to pick up a couple pairs of jeans. Walking through the mall and into the store I couldn't help but notice that the place was deserted, which pretty much confirmed my dismal assessment of the post-Holiday economy.

The upshot of all this was that the empty mall was on my mind when Susan made her salacious admission of extreme horniness. I shot back that I'd be happy to bogey her caboose, and that given the state of the economy we could do it undisturbed in the middle of the Vallco mall. Susan shot back that she'd always wanted to have sex at the mall, since it was after all her natural environment - she's one of those girls who just loves to shop recreation ally.

This was when the egg of a wicked idea germinated in my own horny brain. I told Susan that if she was game I would make her wish come true. Naturally she mocked me, but I had a plan and told her that if work was slow she should split and meet me at Vallco in a half an hour, which was around 3:30 in the afternoon.

Susan is a compact, slightly stocky woman in her early 40's, about 5'5 or so, with dirty blond hair just beginning to show some silver. She's got a big bust, curvy hips and a rounded tummy in between, but she's solid rather then fat since she does a lot of walking and visits the gym regularly. Her car pulled into the parking lot just as I was getting out of mine and even as we hugged hello she wanted to know just what the hell I was up to and that I was no doubt thinking with my penis again so it was probably going to be good. I assured her it was and told her my plan.

The other day, I said, when I was buying my jeans at the JC Penny store I used the dressing rooms to check the fit. (I know my measurements, but that really means nothing when it comes to pants since they do tend to vary wildly in size and cut no matter what it says on the label.) What I noticed was that when I was there in the afternoon after lunch the place was deserted. The clerks were off doing their endless clothes folding and there were no customers anywhere around, no doubt due to the sucky economy. The dressing rooms in the men's department were deserted and completely private.

The plan, as I explained it to Susan, was to infiltrate the JC Penny's dressing room and do whatever nasty thing we could get away with without getting caught. Naturally when Susan heard the idea she was all for it and pinched my ass painfully in anticipation.

In truth, there was little risk. Couples go in there all the time to advise each other on their sartorial choices, there are no cameras, nor any customers, and the clerks were not likely to bother us. But the idea of fucking in the middle of the day in JC Penny's was just too good to pass up.

So in we go, and sure enough, the mall is virtually deserted. As we make our way into JC Penny's we note a few customers, mostly women, probably housewives, doing some desultory shopping, frequently with some kid in tow. We go to the second floor and the men's section, and find no clerks in the immediate vicinity. There's a mom and, inexplicably, some teenage kid (shouldn't he be in school?) over by the sports clothing section, but otherwise the place is pretty deserted. So far so good.

I grab a pair of pants and a shirt, just to make it look good, and Susan and I just walk right into the dressing room. Nobody there. We head for a booth in the back of the room, lock the door and silently laugh as we immediately throw our jackets on a hook and start groping for our clothing.

Susan is in a nice pair of slacks and a purple blouse, and I make a beeline for her trouser front, and she in turn starts unbuckling my belt as we mash our lips together and do that tongue thing. She wins the unbuckling race and down she goes on her knees, liberates my dick from my underwear, and takes it in her lips, starting to suck it like a trooper. I dig my hands into her hair and enjoy the warmth of her mouth as she works her magic, squatting before me with her pants undone. We both put the full length mirror to good use as we admire her fine work in progress for a bit.

It doesn't take long for me to really, really want to lick her, so I raise her up, bend her generous ass over the little bench and peel her pants and underwear (sensible, full cut, tan) down her thighs. I go to my knees and bury my head in her pussy from behind, my tongue tasting her incredibly warm and wet cunt, inhaling her strong scent. She bends her knees and pushes against my head, contracting her pussy and ass while I lick her. Very hot. Her strong scent brings back some fond memories of our long ago sex sessions, particularly one nice episode we enjoyed outdoors in the woods one weekend. Smell memory is the best.

This all just begs for a fuck and I stand up and start fumbling for a condom. She turns around and starts sucking again, this time with a hand between her thighs, fingers working. After I rip open the damn thing, she turns around again and guides me into her very warm and very wet pussy. We fuck.

All the time while we are doing this we're trying to be very quiet, minimize the squishing and the ball slapping Sounds and listen for anybody coming in. And damn them, wouldn't you know it somebody does come in. Now, this isn't a Penthouse letter so, no, it's not some hot 20 year old babe who finds us and decides to join in. It's the teenage kid and his mother in to try on some pants or something, with the mom extolling the virtues of that particular cut and the kid being totally resigned to his shopping fate. Must be some new form of parental mall punishment, maybe for skipping school or something.

Now the last thing we want is to be busted by some hysterical mom and hustled out by mall cops to some holding room until the real cops arrive. Especially before we were finished, damn it.

Fortunately we were in one of the far booths and the two of them were messing about in the front of the dressing room. The doors of the booths don't touch the floor, leaving about a foot high space through which you could see stuff. In our case it would be a couple of bare legs with pants bunched up on top of sneakers, all arrayed in a rather suspicious pattern. But nobody would see us unless they came back our way and actually looked, and it didn't seem as if the two of them were inclined to head our way. As soon as I heard them entering I stopped pumping Susan's tight little pussy and we both froze, she looking at me over my shoulder as we both listened. I was worried as much about being spotted as about being smelled at that point, since the musky odor of sex and rubbers filled my nostrils and I was sure that it was noticeable outside our booth.

After a few long seconds, when it was clear we were not in immediate danger I slowly started thrusting into Susan, as much trying to maintain my erection as to get off. We smiled at each other, she still looking at me over her shoulder and I tried to go slow and not make any rhythmic squishy noises in her wet pussy.

Eventually after hearing more movement and conversation out there I pulled out of Susan's pussy just because between the squishing noises and Susan's choked back moans it was getting harder and harder to keep quiet. We both pulled our pants up and sat on the little bench, but without quite giving up on our desire. Susan took hold of my now bare dick with her hand, and I reciprocated by moving my fingers toward her pussy. For a few minutes we frigged each other while silently laughing and exchanging significant looks and tongue wiggles.

Eventually I was too excited and decided to grab my own dick to do what had to be done, and Susan's hand went down to her own clit. My fingers still in her I started to jack myself off as she jilled away at herself. After a few minutes the mom and teenager left and we had the room all to ourselves again, so I decided that it was time to cum. I pumped harder and when it was time I let Susan know what was about to happen. She was off the bench like a shot and her lips in front of my dick and I shot a big wad right into her mouth and over her lips. She sucked it all up in the most delightful fashion while continuing her fingering. While I pumped my dick into her mouth she went for it and within a couple of minutes she came too, moaning way too loudly, good thing there was nobody there anymore, smearing my cum over her face, burying her face in my crotch hair.

By then we'd been there for the better part of a half an hour so I was worried somebody would come in and check on us. So as soon as the afterglow faded and I got in another quick lick on her ass and pussy from behind as she was pulling up her pants, I hurried us out of there. We emerged from the dressing room, Susan's face still pretty red from her exertions. After we got about half way to the escalator I noticed that we'd forgotten to bring out the pants and shirt I brought in, which would have made us look totally guilty if anybody was monitoring those kind of things. Fortunately as we were walking out the mom and kid were buying their merchandise and occupying the clerk's attention (an older lady with almost a beehive hair style and a nice body), and nobody so much as glanced at us.

We made a beeline for the door and when we came out into the fresh air we both burst out into laughing and a bunch of "Wow! that was wild!" expressions of incredulity that we had gotten away with it.

So that's the story of how the bad economy got me laid, which is why I'd like to extend a big thank you to President Bush and the Republican Party for making this fornication possible.

The Suckfest

I was invited to a small sex party recently. The email came out of the blue from one of my past playmates, Sarah. She said she and a girlfriend were going to be in the area and wanted to entertain a few guys while they were here. The plan was to invite a couple of guys they already knew, me being one of them. Since they wanted some variety they also were going to post an ad online to see if they could round up a few more likely subjects on short notice.

Ordinarily I'm not really that much into these group affairs, preferring more one-on-one diversions, maybe the occasional threesome if I like the people involved. Any more then that and I find the whole thing distracting. I've certainly been to my share of sex parties and have generally had a good time, but mostly because I usually go with a partner. I can then focus on happily molesting my escorting lover while enjoying the general horny ambiance.

It wasn't long into my relatively brief sex-party phase back in my late 20's when I discovered that watching people fuck in real life is not nearly as exciting as it may appear from watching porn. Even bad porn is mostly lively action whereas in real life there's all that starting, stopping, squirming, and standing about waiting for something to happen. It's not that involving, especially if you're not the one doing it. In real life the lighting and the viewing angles are seldom as good as what you find in porn, and on top of all that, I find it remarkable how awkward non-porn people can look while screwing.

Which is not to say that such gatherings can't be fun. If you have a good friendly group well lubricated with alcohol and intent on an erotic time such gatherings can be worthwhile. It can be fun to play with a variety of women in one night without having to undress more then once, and to do it in front of an admiring (one hopes) crowd.

On the other hand I've been to sex parties where people mostly just stand around drinking cocktails and quaffing chips and salsa, and occasionally some couple will go off to a dark spot to screw by themselves, and that's it. It's like a particularly boring suburban backyard barbecue party, except with a mattress padded back room, lot's of bare boobs, and naked people in the hot tub.

The gang bang is another variation which doesn't really do much for me either. Typically some girl convinces her boyfriend or husband to set up a gang bang for her, and a bunch of guys converge on some motel room to screw her silly. I have been invited to a few of those but after attending a couple of them I quit going altogether. The male female ratio is ridiculous and frankly I don't find being around a bunch of average looking guys jerking off all night that interesting. Given that the girl has to divide her attention between all those guys you hardly ever get to do anything interesting with her for any length of time anyway. Frankly the miasma of all those guys squirting about is also not all that inviting either.

But Sarah invited me, and I recalled our last encounter fondly, and there were going to be two of them and maybe not that many guys, and I haven't had much time to play around lately so I said yes.

Sarah lives on the East Coast and travels to the Bay Area on business occasionally. She was staying in a Livermore hotel for a few days and was going to hook up with a local girlfriend. For whatever salacious reason the two of them decided to host a little private gangbang one evening during Sarah's brief visit. She still had my email and invited me, saying she wanted some friendly guy faces there to make sure nothing weird went down with any of the other guys. She also extravagantly flattered my ass (literally) so how could I say no? The idea was to place an ad, see who responded, and service them during the course of the evening in the best swinger tradition.

On the appointed day I mailed her during the day asking if the meet was still on. She said yes, and that it looked like there were going to be three other girls helping out, and she wanted to limit the number of guys to about 10. The girl guy ratio was looking better to me so I was inclined to go, even though it would be a long drive to Livermore during the tail end of rush hour on a weekday evening.

They ran their ad during that afternoon, saying that several girls wanted to do a gang bang that evening and asking guys to respond post haste. Sure enough they got a bunch of responses, and pulled their ad after a couple of hours. A few of the guys thought this was a fake ad, since how often do you see girl groups asking for a gang bang posse? Hardly ever happens, but in this case it was actually true. After some online vetting they sent off invites to 12 guys or so. Going by my own experience in putting together group events I predicted that 80% of them would flake, which under the circumstances was fine with me.

So with all this in mind I set off for Livermore on a wet weekday afternoon. The event was held in one of those chain business hotels that dot the landscape all over the place. I arrived at around 8PM, parked, walked through the nearly empty parking area under the hotel, got on the elevator and went up to the room without seeing a soul.

I knocked on the door and it opened, seemingly by itself, since at first I could not see anybody by the door. As I entered I realized why. Sarah was hiding behind the door, mostly because she was dressed in nothing other then some slutty lingerie, boobs hanging out and bare behind framed in a garter belt and stockings. I was reasonably early, and as I walked in I saw Sarah, another woman vigorously sucking some naked guy and another man in the process of taking off his shoes in front of a third girl.

I gave Sarah a peck on the cheek and ran my hand down her body, making sure to give a good feel to her boobs and thoroughly exploring her crotch as we said hi. After the usual "nice to see you" small talk I found out that one of the girls had bailed out on us, so it was just the three of them to work over however many guys show up out of the 12 invites.

So who were our willing beauties? First there was Sarah herself. She was a woman in her late 50's, stout without being fat, about 5'8", with big boobs, a plush body, dirty blond hair down to the nape of her neck, makeup around her eyes and some pink lipstick on her thin lips. She was one of those gregarious, ordinary looking women who you would never take for the sort to do a gang bang. She herself said that she looks like "an aging decrepit secretary", though the decrepit part is undeserved self mockery. She was a solid woman, with a body showing the inevitable signs of her age, well padded with a bit of a belly, but with solid muscles under her generous curves. She was dressed in standard slutwear, a half cup bra which supported her large round breasts invitingly in your face, a pair of dark stockings held up by a black garter belt, and some sort of diaphanous teddy draped over her shoulders, which didn't look like it could survive any sort of serious grappling intact. I fucked her a couple of times in the past when she was here for some sort of work related education stints for her company and found her to be enthusiastic, funny, quite uninhibited, and not at all self conscious about her body. I sort of suspect that she was regularly getting more action then most of the skinny ass women half her age.

Sarah introduced me to the two other girls. First there was Mary, a little younger then her friend Sarah, a dark skinned middle aged woman of some undetermined exotic ancestry, with a medium, not particularly in-shape figure, somewhat saggy breasts with big brown nipples, and a discolored patch on one of her legs, which looked kind of skinny for her body. She had a wide face with a wide nose, brown eyes, black hair cut short with a hint of curl to it, no makeup that I could spot. She had a smooth chocolate brown ass, starting to sag a bit, with some stretch marks, but quite nice all the same, with a very dark crack also framed by a pair of stockings. No garter belt, but she did wear a bustier, which didn't really boost her boobs much but held in her belly.

My first impression was that Mary was not too comfortable with her body and a bit shy. This was soon confirmed when a bit later into the proceedings she told us in a voice filled with shock and awe that she had never done anything like this. I guess Sarah organized this little outing not just for her own pleasure but to some extent for her friend's benefit as well.

Finally, there was Monica, though surely this was not her real name. As it turned out she was to be the whirlwind center of the orgy, a true slut in the best sense of the word. Monica was in her mid-30's, with a trim figure, nice size C breasts, about 5'9" or so, taller in her fuck-me high heels. She had black hair reaching to her shoulders, most certainly dyed that color, a pretty narrow face, dark red lipstick, and a bit too much black makeup around the crinkly eyes which I swear were filled with lust the whole evening.

Monica was dressed all in black - black stockings, black high-heel shoes, black corset, some sort of black lacy quarter glove things covering her forearms. She was obviously the most striking thing in the room and knew it. When I walked in she was on her knees in front of one of the guys vigorously sucking him off. She paused, glanced in my direction, met my eyes while smiling with his cock still in her mouth, and waved hi. Then she went right back to bobbing her head back and forth on his erection. That's the kind of girl she was.

So the stage is set, we have our three beauties, bouncy and happy Sarah, shy Mary and lustful Monica. Sarah had barely started to unzip my pants when there was another knock on the door. She went off to open it and another guy came in. They trickled in over the next half hour and I was proved spectacularly wrong. Although it was kind of hard to keep track of them in the midst of the action later we determined that ten of them, out of 12 invited, had actually showed up. That pretty much blew away my 80% rule. I guess the draw of several girls hosting a gang bang is far more powerful then the usual group attendance flakiness.

They were a motley group, several white guys, two Hispanic looking men, one of whom was very short, not what you'd call attractive and with a tiny penis. Frankly I don't know why they invited him. There was a professional and quite attractive looking young Indian or Pakistani guy who could have been a student or more likely an imported Silicon Valley geek. There was also an Asian kid who I swear didn't look old enough to drink let alone attend an orgy but was easily the cutest thing in the room. Put some stockings and a wig on him and I'd fuck his tight smooth ass in a minute, that's how cute he was. And I say that as a flaming heterosexual. Never said a word the whole time he was there, either. They were a pretty respectful group on the whole and nobody was in the least obnoxious, all being very solicitous of the girls and generally quiet and not particularly gregarious.

As the guys drifted in the girls went to work. Before you knew it all of them were on their knees sucking one or two cocks. Sarah gave up opening the door and the other guys politely ushered in the new arrivals. The girls were very fair, sucking one guy for a while, then switching. Monica was like some demented slutty hummingbird, hungrily devouring one cock, looking at the guys in the eye and after a few minutes switching to another one.

There I was, mildly aroused, laying back on one of the two beds in the small room, watching the action with my dick in Sarah's small mouth. Eventually she got distracted by somebody feeling up her ass and sticking another dick in her face. I stroked for a bit watching the action, and eventually Monica decided to switch cocks and came over to me. She ran her well manicured hands over my thighs and with a big lustful smile and salacious eye contact slipped my semi hard dick in her mouth. I must say she really got into her work, working my glans firmly with her lips and tongue until I was quite hard. The other guys, those who were not being sucked by Sarah or Mary, were all watching Monica. I even caught Sarah and Mary stealing glances at her around the dicks in their mouths. She was just a sexual magnet, not just because she looked good but because she was so intensely into that whole cock-sucking lust thing.

Here is where the problem with these group gatherings lies. I was quite enjoying Monica's ministrations, maybe even enjoying being watched a bit, but before you know it Monica decided that it was time to switch dicks and give equal time to one of the other guys. It was actually a nice thing to do, I noted that she was very fair and gave her lips to everybody. Yes, she obviously liked the variety of dicks but throughout the evening I noticed she said nice things to all the guys ("mmmm, tastes good!", "ooooh, that's a nice one!", "you're a shy one but I can tell you like this"), and spread herself around to everybody more or less equally. Not only a slut but a mature and considerate one.

All very well and nice but unfortunately that never allowed you to just lay back and enjoy her for more then a few relatively brief moments. I certainly would have liked to have her linger over me for a longer time, but there were just too many guys and ultimately, selfish bastard that I am, I never got a very satisfying amount of attention from any of the girls. I suppose that from their point of view that was not an issue since they were getting what they wanted, namely multiple guys paying lot's of attention to them.

Over the course of the evening I got sucked by each girl, felt up Sarah some more, and fingerfucked Mary as she alternated between sucking me and another guy, seemingly in shock at being in the middle of an orgy for the first time in her middle-aged life. We asked her later in the evening if she enjoyed herself and with a big grin she said yes and that she still didn't believe she was involved in something like this.

The evening progressed, and after about an hour of the girls moving from guy to guy and the guys beating off while watching them I was starting to get a bit bored. They were having a good time, but here I was, watching more then doing much beyond halfheartedly pulling at my dick. Apparently I was not the only one. A couple of the guys left after about an hour without having come. After about 90 minutes we were down to six guys, the others having decided that it was not worth staying around and not get enough time with the girls.

By that point Monica wanted to get fucked, so she got on all fours on the bed and asked who wanted to be first. One of the tall trim middle-aged guys with an erection which I half suspected was chemical in nature stepped up and started to fuck her after donning the de-rigour condom. Everybody watched, the other girls sitting on guys laps while fingering their dicks. After a while Monica wanted to switch position, so she lay on her back and the guy kept fucking her, while another one went up to her head and she eagerly took his dick between her lips. This went on for a while until Monica said she had to stop and go to the bathroom. Off she went and everybody exchanged grins around the room with Sarah commenting with some envy I think, "My, what a nasty girl!".

Monica came back, the girls started to suck some more cock, mine among them, but I was starting to think about leaving. Another guy got dressed and decided to leave and the momentum of the party changed. Within a few minutes it looked like things would be winding down. The girls looked tired, Monica even mentioned that her jaw was starting to hurt, which was understandable considering that she was doing twice as much sucking as the other girls put together. We were down to 4 guys and it just wouldn't do to leave without some sperm being spilled. I must confess I don't know if any of the other guys who left ever came, but I certainly hadn't and I did not want to leave without some explosive satisfaction. Leave it to Monica to come to the rescue.

Just as I was thinking of the best way to get off under the circumstances one of the other guys mentioned he wanted to come and lo and behold, Monica offered her face. She got on the bed on all fours. One of the guys got behind her with the intention of fucking her, but he had trouble staying hard with the condom so he would up masturbating while fingering her. Two guys got in front of her and started to beat off over her face. I was sitting in a chair watching and playing with myself, with Sarah licking my balls while stealing glances at the action. The two guys alternated beating off and sticking our dicks in Monica's mouth to her evident pleasure until they had their inevitable happy ending with each of them shooting over her face, with her laughing and smearing the cum over her cheeks with her hand. This got me pretty hot and I pushed myself over the edge, at the last minute getting up and adding my own load to her wet and smiling visage.

That was pretty much the end of the action. The girls were obviously tired and the guys were ready to leave. After cleaning up I lingered for a few minutes, while Sarah, extrovert that she is, struck up a conversation with one of the other guys who said he had nowhere to be. I sat for a minute or two listening to them talking about their past swinger experiences with the two other girls lounging about on the beds drinking bottled water. I finally told them that I had a long drive and said my goodbyes. Sarah escorted me to the door, gave me a peck on the cheek and a squeeze of my crotch. I kissed her big boobs, said goodbye and left.

On the whole this experience pretty much reconfirmed my previous gang-bang experiences. Too much time sitting around watching a bunch of other guys in various states of sexual excitement, from boredom to furious masturbatory frenzy. A brief release at the end but no real quality time with the women. On the whole, I much prefer a more intimate experience with somebody who wants the same and has the time to enjoy it.

Chasing Beaver

"Ward, that's the second time today you came in through the back door!" - June Cleaver, recently aired episode of Leave it to Beaver

White

She had on a white shirt, pale blue jeans and sandals. She had freckles on her cheeks, below narrow eyes without any makeup. Shoulder length hair, cut ala Betty Page, small gold earrings. We met at a cafe across the street from De Anza college. It was late afternoon on a Friday, with a few students hanging about, studying, reading, socializing. Here and there some business types were busy talking business or tapping away at their PDAs.

I had been sitting outside, dividing my attention between a stray section of the New York Times somebody had left laying about and the cute college girls passing by. She walked up and looked around before spotting me, saying hi and heading off to grab something to drink. She was in her early thirties, with a self assured voice and no indication of being nervous. Tall, wide hips, small breasts, glowing pink skin, toenails painted a pale pink. Her purse was a battered and bulging orange backpack.

After she came back with her mystery drink - a mocha to judge by the smell - she sat down, smiled at me and said

"Well."

I smiled back and said replied "Well yourself." We made small talk and it was clear that she was somewhat curious about me so eventually I cut to the chase and asked her flat out if there was anything she wanted to know about me. She paused and considered, then asked me what kind of women I liked. It was a rather open question, and I sensed that replying "a women like you" would not be the right thing to say. So I answered honestly. I said that I have been with all kinds of women, though probably not nearly as many as she might imagine, and that I prefer women who are comfortable with their sexuality, usually ones with some experience under their belt, as it were, women in their 30's or older who know what they want and how to grasp their pleasure.

"Are you that kind of woman?" I asked

"I think so" she replied "at least I'd like to think so."

I watched her as we talked, checking out her body, not very subtly I'm afraid. She was a little plump, but in a pleasing way, with one of those bodies that is more pear shaped then not, but not in an extreme way. Curvy, soft. Quite appealing really. I liked her face it was narrow, a small head with features perhaps a bit too delicate for her body. The corners of her eyes had many crow's feet which were more pronounced because there was sunlight near us and she was not wearing sunglasses and squinting a bit. Dark eyes and that fetching Betty Page cut framing her face. She asked me a few more questions, drinking her mocha.

She had a precise way of speaking with confidence that made me think of the geek girls I know. Out of curiosity I asked what kind of work she did. "Doesn't that go against the spirit of your ad?" My ad specified I was looking for a stranger. I said I was just curious because she sounded like certain types of women I knew, but she did not have to tell me if she didn't want to. She asked what type? I smiled and said the geek type, no disrespect intended. She laughed and said she was in the biosciences, and asked me what I did for a living. I told her and we chatted a bit more about inconsequential professionalisms.

Eventually, when I saw her drink was getting low I finally asked if she wanted to proceed with our erotic rendezvous.

"Sure", brightly.

We talked logistics and got up to leave. She asked, and I directed her to the toilet with a raised eyebrow. She grinned and I followed her, but there was a line so we stood there for a while reading the flyer's on the bulletin board and used the facilities separately.

I got home first, tossed some laundry out of the way and put away some literary clutter which seems to accumulate on flat surfaces like dust in my house, and a few minutes later she was at the door. I invited her in and took her hand pulling her inside. She paused to look around then looked at me smiling, and I could see a faint trace of nervousness in her eyes, maybe even a bit of shyness.

I looked in her eyes and reached for the top button of her white shirt, starting to unbutton her top right there in the hallway. I pulled her shirt apart and out of her pants revealing a sensible white bra with a fringe of lace. Her chest had freckles to match the ones on her cheeks. Small bosom, with nipples already hardening as I pulled down her shirt. I ran my hands over her bra, feeling her nipples getting harder as she pushed her chest against my hands.

I reached around to unhook her bra, drawing her close and pushing my body against her. She responded back with pressure of her own and I inhaled her clean, slightly coffee flavored scent as I kissed her neck and pulled the bra off. I dropped it on the floor and reached down to her jeans, tight over her curvy and rather white belly. Her body was quite pale, in contrast to a little more lively color of her face. I looked at her smiling as I undid her pants, pulling down the zipper and slowly peeling them off her hips as she grasped my shoulders.

I pulled her close again and pulled her jeans lower, running my hands across her ample buttocks, slipping them under her pale pink panties to feel the cool skin of her ass. I pulled the pants down below her hips as we embraced running my hands lower over her ass until I could feel the heat of her pussy, running my fingers from behind over her crotch over the outside of her panties. I stepped back an moved my hand to the front and felt her up through the panties, feeling her heat and the faintest hint of wetness soaking through the cotton. At this point I was getting hard and she started feeling me back through my pants. Without any prompting she knelt, pants still around her knees, panties half pulled down from my groping, and started undoing my belt.

I leaned back against the wall and she pulled my underwear down liberating my cock. I put my hand down and grasped it, pumping it once as her lips closed around it. She started sucking me slowly with her eyes closed, and I noticed she was moving her hips with the rhythm of her mouth, as I grasped her hair and guided her head up and down.

After a few minutes of this I really wanted to see her bare ass and feel her pussy around my cock. I pulled her head away, stepped back and pulled her up by her hand. She stumbled over her pants, down around her knees, and we laughed. She stepped out of them after fumbling a bit with her sandals and I finally got a good look at her figure under her clothes, clad just in her pink underwear. Strong white thighs, solid calves, a smooth belly, very white skin with the occasional pale mole here and there.

I took her by the hand and led her into my bedroom and had her kneel on the bed, her ass facing me, her face to the window. I pulled down her panties low on her thighs, exposing her ass and the dark delights of her crack. I felt her up, feeling her wetness, running my fingers over her ass which puckered obligingly at my touch. A quick lick with my tongue of her dark haired pussy. Definitely the sharp smell of her coffee drink, but fortunately not yet too strong - I don't care for that. I fumbled with the condom wrapper. Why, oh why do they make the damn things so hard to open, always with the teeth. I slipped on the rubber and slipped my dick into her. By now she had her head down in the sheets and ass up ready for me, gasping as I entered her.

I fucked her for a while, with her moving back against me with ever increasing urgency. I could tell she was getting more excited and would cum soon as my balls slapped her clit, so I kept at it. Sure enough she moaned loudly and I could feel her cunt contracting as I pounded her over the edge. It was good timing because by then my dick was starting to feel the lack of friction which is always such a problem with condoms. I pressed myself inside her for a bit while she recovered, then pulled out and disposed of the condom. I fingered her which provoked a few more moans, then finally I knelt down and took my pleasure of her pussy, smelling of rubber, and caffeine and faintly of piss. I licked her, trying not to be too hard on her clit, stroking my tongue up and down, licking her wetness. Eventually I licked up and tasted her ass, which puckered obligingly. I slipped a finger into her and buried my face in her ass, enjoying the view from between her ample ass cheeks.

After tongue fucking her a bit I turned her around and she collapsed on the bed on her back, stretching her legs. I lay on top of her and asked if she wanted some more fucking as I moved my body against her soft front, enjoying the feel of her belly and thighs against my skin. She said yes.

Back for another condom - I was still hard from the licking and a few pumps with my hand had me ready for more. I slipped on the rubber and spread her thighs and entered her, bucking her slowly with my face in her neck and hair. At some point we kissed and there was a lot of tongue action as I fucked her and she clutched at my back. After a while we fell apart, sweaty and languid in the fading outside light. We lay there for a while, me playing with her breasts and running my hands across her body, talking about how good that felt for both of us and laughing. After a few minutes of this I was getting excited again and told her that I wanted to come licking her. We got into a 69 position and she started sucking me, both of us commiserating about the rubber taste in our crotches.

I buried my face in her crotch and after licking her pussy and ass for a while moved my hand down and started seriously pumping my cock. The result was inevitable, and I shot a big wad all over her chest with her laughing and running her fingers through it, and rubbing it on her nipples. We collapsed back on the bed again.

By now it was starting to get cool, so we drew the covers over us and she came up against me and lay in the crook of my shoulder until we warmed up. I got around to asking her if she had ever done this before. She teased me by saying that no, she was not a virgin. "You know what I mean" I said "answering an ad and fucking a total stranger". Apparently there was that one time in her early twenties when she had gotten drunk at a wedding shower and wound up going home with some guy from the bar where they were celebrating, but no, never through the personals. Other then that it was boyfriends, or at least more then casual acquaintances.

The obvious question was why now, why respond to my ad. I liked her answer. She said she wanted an adventure.

We chatted some more about things we liked and our sexual past, and the relative merits of chocolate vs. strawberry sundaes. I got her some water to drink and had her suck my cock as she went to the bathroom. We fooled around some more with one of my vibrators and my fingers in her ass. She was tight and not ready for dick or thick dildo, more clit centric then ass centric. She came again, and so did I, though not as much as the first time, and in her mouth at her request.

We both took a shower, soaping each other up, and then it was time for her to leave. She scooped up her clothes from the corridor, put them on as I watched sitting in my robe and smiling. I could sense that her mind was already elsewhere, thinking about wherever she was going back to. I didn't see any rings on her fingers so I don't believe she was married, and I never ask about private lives, though surprisingly many women volunteer quite a bit about themselves.

I gave her lots of tongue and a good grope as we parted and she grabbed my ass and gave it right back to me.

Long Weekend

I have not kept up with this blog for a while, mostly because of workload and travel. I haven't had time to pursue either the writing or the lovers, but I have free time now and look forward to meeting some exciting bundles of erotic energy.

Which is not to say that I've been celibate. Far from it. I've had some great fun with my lover M who keeps me very satisfied most weeks. Not long ago we took a long weekend off together. M's friends have a house in the Gold Country, that area of Northern California where gold was discovered in the early 1800's. They graciously lent it to us and we went there to relax for a few days.

It's a beautiful area, though rather touristy in spots and on the weekends overrun with people like us who flee the Bay Area for some hills and trees. The only consolation is that it makes for good food, because this influx of relatively affluent city dwellers supports some nice restaurants in places like Grass Valley and Nevada City.

But that was not high on our agenda. We both mostly wanted to get away and do not much of anything for a few days. The house was perfect for that sort of thing, located at the end of a driveway, offset from the road and totally private, screened from the neighbors by woods. We could hang around naked jumping in and out of the hot tub whenever our whim took us, or more to the point, coupling leisurely all over the house and yard.

For example, there was a steep staircase to the bedrooms on the second floor, so whenever we went up there M went in front of me and I took the opportunity to enjoy her cute butt visually and orally. It became a standard joke that she wouldn't go upstairs without flashing me, or me licking her from clit to sphincter and back again. A few times we inverted the routine and I got to feel her tongue all over my behind. It always took an inordinately long time to go up those stairs.

Our routine was pretty simple. We'd wake up late, having sex in bed until we got hungry. Then we'd make something simple for breakfast, frequently featuring a bottle of champagne, and then lay out in the sun naked among the woods reading or napping, every once in a while jumping in the tub or having more sex. Whenever one of us got tired of reading, or just got horny, we'd start masturbating, or I'd go over to lick her pussy, or she'd come over and start sucking me, or I'd fuck her from behind while she flipped through People magazine. Great way to pass the time and make rude comments about celebrities.

In the afternoon we'd either nap some more or drive to nearby trails and go for a walk, not passing up opportunities for sex in the woods of course (not recommended in mosquito territory!). On the way back we'd stop at the store and get some food, or we'd visit one of the restaurants and have a good meal with some good wine. Then back to the house and more sex, and napping, and reading, and mindless TV watching, and late night soaking in the tub whose powerful jets provided sterling service to M's pussy.

It was four glorious days of rest, relaxation, and fornication. We brought all sorts of toys with us and used them in all sorts of orifices. We had vibrators and butt plugs and several anal toys which we used on both of us to most pleasing effect. At one point we stuck a double headed dildo in both our butts and facing each other masturbated to climax. Very hot to feel your partners ass contractions transmitted through the dildo then cumming all over her very wet pussy.

It was a very satisfying way to spend time, unencumbered with the chores of every day living, reveling in our sensuality at leisure. As usual those kind of interludes are never long enough.

Sport

I had a farm in Africa.... no wait, wrong story.

I had a date in Sunnyvale at the foot of Borders. Not quite as full of promise as the farm in Africa, but the outlook improves when one takes into account the fact that it was a fuck date. In fact, that was exactly what she called it when we talked on the phone.

She had answered my ad, seen my picture, the usual drill. I sent her my phone number sight unseen - that is, without seeing her photo - and she called me last Friday afternoon. We arranged to meet in a bookstore in Sunnyvale, not too far from where she lived. This Borders is in a small strip mall near Mathilda and El Camino, one of those upscale Silicon Valley urban professional places with a couple of middling quality chain eateries, some stores, and the inevitable Starbucks. The whole thing fronts a large apartment complex, build over what used to be beautiful cherry orchard land. She suggested the meeting place. I suggested we rendezvous in the sex book section, planning to take her elsewhere to talk.

I was there a bit early and went in to browse around taking refuge from the cooling weather. There were intermittent clouds in the sky and a cold wind was blowing making me glad I had a warm jacket on. Unseasonable for May. I meandered into the sex section and started idly looking around at all the sex manuals, the erotica, the histories, the scholarly works.

She was late, but eventually I heard a voice say "Are you Perseus?" Putting away the copy of A History of Orgies I had been thumbing through I looked up to see what fate had thrown my way this time.

She was about 5'5", dirty blond/brown hair cascading to her shoulders, with a curvy figure, well proportioned, maybe in her late 20's. Her face was fairly plain, with a prominent nose, somewhat round and a little plump, well framed by her thick head of somewhat unkempt hair. She was wearing faded jeans which hugged her hips tightly, inviting you to caress her curves. Her clunky big heel boots added a couple of inches to her height, and over her well proportioned bosom she wore an odd sort of blouse. Odd because it had weird flared sleeves, like something you'd see at a Renaissance Fair though in some modern abstract brown and white pattern. She was clutching a battered leather jacket and was looking at me with an almost disconcerting direct gaze.

I returned her look and swept my eyes up and down her figure making no attempt at being subtle before acknowledging that yes, I was in fact the one she was here to meet. She asked what I was reading and I said that I was mostly just browsing and asked if she read any erotica. She said, carelessly, "Not much" and I wondered, perhaps unkindly, if she read much at all.

"So where do you live?" she asked directly, and I thought I detected some impatience in her manner. I told her, and making a guess that she was fairly sure about what she wanted I asked if she wanted to come over right now. I guessed right. She was not interested in any preliminaries beyond our short talk on the phone and a quick in-person appraisal. She said "I'll follow you in my car" and just like that we were on our way out of the store.

Most women I meet like this prefer to sit down and have a conversation before jumping into bed. It gives them a chance to make sure I'm not some creep or a Republican. But she didn't seem to require that. She was out for a Friday night fuck and apparently found me physically acceptable enough and wasn't interested in any time-wasting chit-chat.

We got home and after I parked I had to wait while she drove around trying to find a parking space out on the street. It seems everybody was at home tonight instead of out about town. Maybe it's the economy.

We went upstairs and I showed her around. She went to the bathroom while I headed to the bedroom to take off my shoes and turn on the lights. She came out and as she walked in the door of the bedroom she was already pulling off her blouse and saying "Let's get started". Fast operator indeed.

As I watched she tossed off her boots and wiggled out of her tight jeans, and dropped her nondescript white bra. Her breasts were full and round, a bit droopy, and I guessed she liked to go braless more then was good for her. At this point she was wearing fairly functional white cotton panties and her socks, also white, looking quite fetching. Her belly had some fat on it, making it round and soft, but not unpleasant. She had a couple of dark moles on her body, just above and to the left of her navel. Her thighs were sturdy and soft looking, framing her cotton-clad crotch where a few stray dark hairs spilled out of her panties.

Before I could react she bounded right on top of the bed, got on all fours and trust her butt in my direction, wiggling around and spreading her legs as she got on her elbows and knees. Well, thinks I, it's quite obvious what she wants. I then noticed her tattoo, one of those abstract patterns on the small of her back, reasonably large, peeking in pale blue from beneath her panties.

So I came up behind her and started running my hand over her butt and crotch as she wiggled against me. I sat down next to her and started to pull down her panties while caressing her and inhaling her musky smell. I complimented her on the tattoo and she said "Thanks!" while continuing to enjoy my caressing hands. I pulled the panties down her thighs to her knees- she had to bring her legs together - and slipped myself off the bed to place my lips on her pussy. I started to lick her feeling her get more and more wet, running my tongue up and down her crack, occasionally ranging up to her butt. She was fragrant, obviously not having taken a shower before she met me, but not in any way unpleasant, just a good sexy crotch smell. She was into it, and I could feel her tense up every time I ran my tongue over her clit. At some point I pushed her on her belly and took off her panties throwing them to the floor by the bed. Afterward I lifted her to her knees again and went back to licking her this time throwing in a finger in her pussy and pressing gently on her asshole whenever my tongue wasn't occupied there.

After a few minutes, she sits up and announces "I want some cock!", turning around and reaching for my zipper. I stood up and allowed her to release my cock from my jeans, letting her take it in her mouth. I was quite hard and her mouth felt good, although she was more interested in her own pleasure then mine, licking it and sucking it while obviously enjoying the taste and sensation. I enjoyed the sight of her tongue on me and stroked myself as I rubbed my cock on her face a few times while her tongue went for my balls.

After a bit I told her to turn around and that I was going to fuck her, and she did, eagerly it seemed to me, and was back on all fours presenting her glistening dark haired pussy and her tattoo for our mutual pleasure. I fumbled around for a condom, ripping the package with my teeth - you just can't ever get it done with wet fingers - slipped it on and slipped my dick in her pussy. She was fairly tight, but also very wet so the going was easy and I fucked her as I grasped her rounded hips in my hands, pulling her toward me with every thrust. Eventually I put my thumb on her asshole and begun pressing down while I went into her.

She begun moaning louder and louder, and somewhere along the line I realized she was a screamer. As we got more and more into it, her moans got louder and louder, until I was sure the whole neighborhood knew I was doing a heroic job of fucking somebody. Either that or rhythmically strangling a parrot. Never mind, it was pretty hot, and I was enjoying it. Not so much the sensation in my dick, sadly the condom deadens much of the feeling, but the whole ambiance, especially since by this time I was slipping my thumb into her asshole and feeling her anus contract with every thrust. This seemed to make her gasp even louder as with every stroke I also finger fucked her ass, pausing now and again to add a little lubrication from my mouth.

We went at it for a while until I got tired of bending my knees to fuck her since her ass was slightly below my crotch level, at which point I put her down on the bed without leaving her pussy and laid both of us on our sides my front to her back. I ran my hand up and down her body feeling her tits and hard nipples, caressing down her soft belly, feeling her pussy, moist and wrapped around my dick. She threw her arm up over her head and I could smell her underarm scent, a bit acrid but very human and full of hormones, all mingled with the perfumy smell of her shampoo as my face brushed against her hair.

I fucked her, she kept moaning and yelping, until eventually she put her hand down to her crotch and begun to finger her clit, eyes closed and concentrating fiercely. I thought she would come, tensing as she was, but apparently it was difficult with my dick pumping her, so eventually I slipped out and went down on her again. She opened her eyes to see what I was doing and I grasped her hand and put it on her clit while I moved my mouth to her pussy. She had her thighs on my shoulders and I was licking her pussy and her ass as she fingered herself, until at some point she removed her finger and I flicked her clit with my tongue, the taste of rubber from the condom mingling with her juices, stroking my dick occasionally, until she came, yelling loudly and closing her thighs over my ears.

As soon as she unclenched her thighs I turned her around and started to lick her again, in a 69 position on our sides, her crotch around my head while my right hand stroked my dick. After a minute or two she came to herself and started sucking my dicks between my hand strokes, until in due course I came all over her face. She closed her lips but rubbed my cum all over her face with my dick, very hot facial indeed, until eventually she changed her mind and took me in her mouth sucking the last of my cum from me while I stuck my tongue in her pussy and my nose in her ass.

After I came and she stopped sucking me she laughed with pleasure while I collapsed in a heap, feeling her sweat on my chest and belly. After a moment of laying there she sat up with a very self satisfied expression on her face and exclaimed "That was fun!". Then before I could react she got up off the bed and headed for the bathroom. I heard the water running and a moment later she emerged, face clean and started to gather up her clothes. This surprised me, since I figured we could hang out and play some more later into the evening. But no, apparently it was not to be.

She started putting on her clothes grinning but not quite meeting my eyes, apparently in a hurry to leave. I asked if she enjoyed herself, and she said yes, but said she had to leave, without offering any explanation. I got up and put on a robe while she finished dressing and she started off for the door. I gave her a grope and said she was a good fuck, as she certainly was, and that made her smile and say "I needed that". Then she ran out the door with a hurried "Bye!" and a wave, exhibiting no interest in post-coital conversation.

The whole experience took probably no more then a half an hour from the time she came in the door to the time she came and went. It was clear to me that I had been thoroughly used, though certainly in a good way. She was just after a quick fuck and had no interest in the situation beyond that. A perfect sport fuck from her point of view. I didn't mind in the least. Frankly it's refreshing to see confident girl who can do that without agonizing about the situation.

Eventually I sent her a quick email teasing her about her hurried exit and she wrote back today, kind of apologizing and saying she had to be somewhere else. "Maybe we can do it again sometime" she wrote, but it didn't sound particularly sincere, and frankly that didn't bother me at all.

Enema Addict

This was some years ago, when I was a young and not quite so experienced lad.

I placed an ad in Metro and an older woman responded. I remember that the ad headline was "Enema Erotica", but I don't recall the rest of the text. The gist was that I was looking for a woman interested in that particular aspect of anal fun, mostly because I was seeking to expand my own sexual repertoire at the time.

Her thing was definitely enemas. She had a major enema fetish, and when we talked on the phone she told me that she gave herself one just before she called because my ad turned her on so.

We met in a diner which I recall was quite far from where I lived. After we talked a little she agreed to come back to my place, and followed me home in a fairly old brown station wagon.

In those days my place was a small studio located on the second floor of an apartment complex. I had told her to wear a skirt and no underwear, and I made her walk ahead of me up the stairwell the way I like to do. As she did I lifted her skirt and felt her up, enjoying the sight and the warm feel of her crotch and ass. She was in her late 40's or early 50's, I never did find out which, with wide hips and somewhat flat buttocks, heavy breasts, stout thighs, not in the best of shape. But she was very uninhibited, straightforward about what she liked, and willing to follow my direction, all of which turned me on.

When we got upstairs I made her undress and parade around the room before me, wearing only her strappy, low heeled shoes. I had her bend over, felt her pussy, fingered her ass and generally enjoyed her, touching her wherever I wanted on her body. Eventually she was on her knees before me - I still was dressed - and she said she really wanted me to give her an enema. We both knew very well where the evening was headed.

She brought her own bag, which was rather larger then the one I had (and still have in some closet or other). She was very specific, and asked me to tie her up, give her the enema and insert a butt plug. Well, that sounds fun, thinks I, so I proceeded to bend her over the bed and tie her arms behind her back with a white belt from a martial arts uniform. It was the only soft rope I had handy. As I said, I was young and not yet well prepared.

I turned on the TV in front of her face and popped in some non-descript porn tape, the kind of thing where the women had big hair and the man crew cuts and everybody's body is a little too perfect to be real. I spread her ass cheeks which were propped up on a pillow below her belly and enjoyed myself with her ass for some minutes, looking at it, fingering it, licking it. Then I filled her up from her large black bag and proceeded to talk dirty to her while spanking her. She really knew exactly what she wanted and I did my best to give it to her.

When I was done filling her up with water she asked me to insert a dildo in her ass and told me she brought her own. I reached into her bag, and got out this huge penis shaped butt plug. It was at least 9" long and at least 3"-4" around, and naive young lad that I was, I couldn't possibly envision it in her ass. Imagine my amazement when not only did she take it all - me talking dirty and spanking her all the while - but showed not the slightest bit of discomfort as I plugged her up.

So there she is, face down, her hands tied up, with a half gallon of warm water and a huge dildo up her butt, me playing with her pussy which was quite wet, and her moaning with pleasure. By that time my dick was pretty hard and she told me that she was getting a bit stiff (heh! me too) and could I please untie her. I really wanted to fuck her by then, so I ask her if she wants to expel the dildo and the enema, but no, she lies on her back and spreads her legs - still plugged up - and asks me to do her. After a bit of fumbling with the condom, in I go and off we go for a bit of a ride.

She was well padded, and her pussy was very loose - a well used older woman - but the idea of her butt full of water and a dildo really turned me on. I felt around her ass as we fucked and she wasn't letting any water out. After a while I pulled out because we both wanted to get off and it was difficult with the rubber and her generously proportioned pussy. So we disengage, she takes out a big Magic Wand vibrator from her bag and I grabbed my dick and started licking her pussy. She vibrated, I jerked/licked and we both came, me first, then her. The water and dildo were still inside her throughout this and I remember watching her tense up as she came. I had my finger in her pussy at that point feeling the spasms and the vibrator and the dildo in her ass. It was very exciting.

After lying around for a while feeling each other up, I told her I wanted to see her expel the enema. I bent her over the toilet and slowly pulled out the dildo (still amazed that it could actually disappear up her butt) slapping her ass every time a drop of water came out. I then had her sit on the toilet, stuck my dick in her mouth, told her to spread her legs and let go. She did, and it took a few minutes, coming in spasms as she flexed her sphincter, all the while grimacing with pleasure sucking on my dick, licking my balls, and holding on to my ass with her hands. It was hot watching her face by my crotch and hearing the water come out.

Eventually we went back to the bed and had another nice slow fuck. I made a point of feeling and looking at her generously proportioned body while we were doing it, thoroughly enjoying every minute. She obviously liked it too. Without trying to be vain, I got the impression that as a horny young guy ready to cater to her enema tastes I was quite a treat for her.

As she was leaving she said that the only thing she didn't care for was the video. She wished that it had been an enema porn flick she was watching as she was tied up and her ass filled up.

I still remember her well, and occasionally jack off remembering her ass and that scene. We did not meet again. Just as well, because she smoked like a chimney and I did not care for that. I could taste the nicotine on her lips and smell it on her clothes. But I liked her ass, feeling it, tasting it, sticking that dildo in her after the enema, and I really liked having her as my anal sex toy for the evening.

War, Sex, and Hierodules

The history of the Iraq war will be written by historians. Kind of a silly tautology, but bear with me. I think because it will be historians writing it America will come off looking much worse then if, say, journalists or accountants were writing that history. And the reason for this is the looting of Iraq's museums and the burning of its libraries. America will sleep with the barbarians on historian's book shelves, right there with those who burned the library at Alexandria, right there with those who blew up the Parthenon. This cannot be undone.

The artifacts from this planet's cradle of civilization cannot be replaced. The lives lost are individual tragedies, they are lost potential in vast number. But life is tenacious and soon they will be replaced by the oldest form of unskilled labor.

The sketchy records we have of Sumerian civilization, the mother or all civilizations, has much to say about sex and fertility. Apparently there was little modesty about the act in Sumerian culture. They had the same problems as we did, though perhaps slightly different approaches. For example, it seems that masturbation alone or with a partner was a popular technique for enhancing potency. They had anal sex, both male and female and aside from the pleasure aspects it was also used as a method of birth control, certainly by the hierodules, the temple prostitutes.

The famous temple prostitutes came in two flavors, as it were. There were the priestesses who were professional worshipers of the fertility goddess. They enacted symbolic and quite sexual "marriages" with male worshipers. Then there were also ordinary women who prostituted themselves at least once in their lives in the temple as part of their religion. Apparently men did this also.

The main goddess of the Sumerians was Inanna, a goddess of war, death, and of course fertility. She was a very sexual and sexy deity. In fact, one of the oldest extant written texts tells the very racy story of The Courtship of Inanna and Dumuzi, full of lines like "plow my vulva" and "he smoothed my black boat with cream". I rather like that one. There's actually a whole modern book devoted to Inanna. There's also Sex and Eroticism in Mesopotamian Literature.

All this was circa 2000 BCE, but by about 1600 BCE the region was giving raise to the first written legal codes, like The Code of the Nesilim, c. 1650-1500 BCE. They recognized certain practicalities of sexual wandering:

191. If a free man picks up now this woman, now that one, now in this country, then in that country, there shall be no punishment if they came together sexually willingly.

Works for me.

On the other hand there were some rather interesting items regarding farm animals:

187. If a man have intercourse with a cow, it is a capital crime, he shall die. They shall lead him to the king's hall. But the king may kill him, the king may grant him his life. But he shall not approach the king.

So cows are right out. So are pigs or dogs it would seem:

199. If anyone have intercourse with a pig or a dog, he shall die. If a man have intercourse with a horse or a mule, there is no punishment. But he shall not approach the king, and shall not become a priest. If an ox spring upon a man for intercourse, the ox shall die but the man shall not die. One sheep shall be fetched as a substitute for the man, and they shall kill it. If a pig spring upon a man for intercourse, there is no punishment. If any man have intercourse with a foreign woman and pick up this one, now that one, there is no punishment.

So horses and mules seem to be OK. The rule seems to be that if you eat it you don't want anybody to "smooth it with cream" first. On the other hand, nothing wrong with a little cum in your food.

The beastie crowd is still alive and well of course, with perhaps the most interesting story in that area being that of Bodil Joensen. Girls do have that thing with adoring horses, don't they? Personally I never really saw the attraction. Also the thought that some of these animals may not be entirely willing participants makes the whole thing even less appealing to me.

Bouncy

My choice of name for her should become obvious in the course of this story. It all begun a few days before with a rather funny ad I read on one of the local personals sites. I hesitate to reproduce it here because it was pretty specific and I want to preserve Bouncy's anonymity. Suffice it to say that the ad was amusing, but it was also rather out of date, having been placed more then a month and a half ago. However, since she was reasonably local and I liked the ad I sent off a friendly note telling her so.

Much to my surprise I actually got a reply. Typically women get so many emails from such ads that the odds of guys ever actually hearing back are pretty low. Consequently I never have any great expectations after occasionally sending off such emails. Though I must say, now that I look back on it, I actually have received replies in a significant minority of cases when I've done it. Maybe I should keep some statistics on this.

In any event, I heard back from Bouncy and after we corresponded a couple of times and after she saw the requisite picture of me, she agreed to meet me. It turns out that Bouncy was a student at a local community college. She suggested we meet on campus after one of her classes, and so we arranged to find each other in front of the Student Union.

When I got there what I found was a bouncy 20 year old, all of five foot three or so, jet black hair to her shoulders, jet black eyebrows over eyes with dark makeup and a compact yet nicely curvy figure. She was neither thin nor overweight, just compact and feminine, everything in round proportion, with nice breasts set off by her dark sweater and black pants hugging round hips. When I walked up and asked if she was Bouncy she was furiously stuffing papers and books into her bulging backpack. A keychain dangled from the pack and one of those small stuffed toys which no matter how "cute" they are always make me think of Voodoo dolls plucked from some parallel dimension whose inhabitants are all soft, round and brightly colored.

I sat down next to her and she immediately launched into an account of her last class (Literature), the personality of her teacher ( no sense of humor), the fashion choices of her classmates ( unflattering of their bellies) and the cuteness factor of the mostly "ethnic" guys in her class (generally "yucky and immature"). This was just after I said hello and barely a word more. She was one of those girls who just love to talk about anything that comes into their minds, with no regulator between brain and mouth. I sat there in quiet amusement listening to her blathering on, wondering if she was really the 20 years old that she said she was in her ad.

When she paused to take in air, and let me tell you it took a while, I finally got a chance to ask her to tell me about herself. In short order she confirmed that yes, she had indeed turned 20 some three months earlier, that she worked part time in a clothing store while going to school, that her parents were living in the Central Valley, and that she was living with a bunch of roommates in a big house on the Peninsula, whose personalities she proceeded to dissemble upon at some length. The only thing required to keep her going was the occasional nod, a smile, and the infrequent interjection of "Really?" or "That's interesting", or "She didn't!". Some 20 minutes later the amusement factor was wearing thin and I had enough. Entertaining though she was I did want to get into her panties after all. She was physically awfully cute and I knew I would have fun with her.

I interrupted her stream of consciousness ramblings as politely as I could, not that she would notice otherwise, and told her I thought she was cute and that, seeing as it was getting dark, I'd like to invite her to my place to continue the conversation. I could see her hesitate to mull things over, the first time in our long conversation, and in fact the last time in our brief acquaintance. Although we had exchanged email and I was pretty straightforward about what I wanted out of our encounter I don't think she quite came to terms with it until this moment. After a pause she asked me "You're not going to tie me up and strangle me or something are you?". I laughed and said that if I wanted to do that I would not leave an email trail a mile wide pointing back to me, and besides I wouldn't waste my time on reluctant girls when there was such an abundance of horny and willing maidens all about.

She said that I didn't seem like the type anyway, though I don't really know how she could judge that considering I said maybe 20 words so far in our relationship, and that I was "kind of cute", especially since she liked older guys and all. Kind of a left-tit-to-the-face compliment, but hey, I'll take what I can get.

She asked where I lived and after I told her she said she was going to call her roommate to let them know where she was going just in case, and that they probably would think she was a slut, but that she didn't care about their opinion anyway considering the kind of guys they slept with...

I cut her off again and asked her to get her car and follow me since I had sincere doubts about her ability to concentrate on the directions for more then a microsecond. I was genuinely afraid a shiny object on the way might distract her and she'd be lost. This being a written medium I should hasten to add that I meant that in the most amused and bemused way possible.

Long story short, she managed to follow me to my place in a bettered looking Toyota, and I led her inside. As she was walking ahead of me I got a good look at her ass, encased in a tight pair of black pants which showed off her roundness. She had one of those bubble butts, prominent but not disproportionate, an absolutely tight sweet sight as it strode in front of me. We got inside and she started looking around, her attention fluttering from one thing to another as if she was a hummingbird going from blossom to blossom, but without the concentration. She hit the restroom, and after she came out I told her to come over to the couch and let me take a look at her figure.

I sat down and had her turn around in front of me, feeling her through her pants. That slowed down her stream of consciousness commentary a bit as she got into feeling my hands all over her crotch and I sensed a bit of shyness come into her attitude, at least it seemed so to me. It didn't last long, as I bent her over the couch with her enthusiastic participation and pulled down her pants over her butt. She was wearing pale pink cotton panties and started joking about good thing that she had put on a clean pair today as she wiggled her ass while I felt her up again from behind.

I pulled them down and revealed that marvelous bubble butt of hers, small and yes, I would even call it perky, perfectly smooth and pale as much as the rest of her, a total contrast to her raven locks. Her pubic hair was as dark as the hair on her head and she had a fairly hairy bush which reached up her ass crack with find dark hairs around her little brown starfish. By this time she was getting a bit wet and I encouraged her to tense her pussy and ass as I fingered her crack. I brought my nose close to her crotch from behind and inhaled her scent, musky, and a bit acrid. I suspect she drank coffee which may have accounted for her hyper state to some extent. I buried my face in her pussy and started tonguing her, causing her to emit little moans every time my tongue passed over her clit.

I gave her a good tonguing, and as I was doing so she was obviously enjoying herself. When I went to lick her ass she initially pulled away a bit, but I grabbed her hips and brought her back to my face and let my tongue roam. At this point she giggled and when I asked why she said she'd never had anybody lick her ass. I asked if she liked it and as she was saying it tickled a bit but was good I stuck my thumb in her pussy slithering it across her clit on the way. The goal was to get her to associate pleasure with butt play, something I was quite successful at judging by her sounds and wiggles.

I asked if she had ever done anal, and she said not really but she had played with some small dildos. I worked a finger up her ass and she was very tight, really much too tight for my dick.

After a bit, my penis was calling for some attention so I sat down on the couch and pulled open my zipper. She stepped out of her pants and panties which had been around her ankles up to this point. She pulled off her sweater showing a pale white bra cradling small but full breasts - small because she was relatively tiny, but perfectly formed proportional ripe globes with wide nipples. She took the bra off, leaving her only in a pair of white athletic socks, and moved her face to my dick. She fished it out of my pants and underwear and noticed I was uncircumcised.

It turns out she had never played with an uncut dick so she started looking at it and playing with it, which pleased me just fine. I pulled back my foreskin and told her to suck it, which she proceeded to do, saying I tasted salty. While her head was busy in my crotch I marveled at her jet black hair, and her smooth white skin. She would make a great Goth. I noticed the fine dark hairs on her arms as she placed them on my thighs to grasp my dick. Odd, the things you notice and think about when getting head.

She went at me for a while until I was ready to fuck her, at which point I grabbed a condom and told her to get on my lap. She was so small and light that bouncing her on my lap was very easy and after she eased herself on top of me it was no trouble at all to grab her butt and maneuver her up and down - bouncy Bouncy. Being so relatively small her pussy was nice and tight, but I could not go all the way in without hurting her, so I had to be careful not to bounce her too hard on the down stroke.

As we went at it I became aware of her earrings, some sort of an abstract curved design which kept bouncing into my face as she leaned against my neck. We paused while she took them off, she already off on a monologue about where she got them and her other earrings and why these were not her favorite. I resumed bouncing her again in hopes of quieting her, which in due course I succeeded in doing, except for the sound of her heavy breathing.

After a little while I needed to pee because she was up and down on my bladder and by then my arms were getting a bit tired. We broke up and I headed for the bathroom leaving her laying back on the couch in a faint sheen of sweat feeling around her pussy with her hand.

After I came back I found her in front of my bookshelf, moving around looking at all my books and moving around peering at the usual clutter which tends to assemble in various spots around the house. As she was gazing at this and that, starting up another monologue I knelt behind her and started licking her again from behind. We wound up on the floor, she on top again, doing 69 for a while until she asked for something to drink. We got up and headed for the kitchen where I poured her a drink, but teasing her and not giving it to her before making her suck my dick for a while. She laughed and went at it with some enthusiasm, looking tiny, curvacious and adorable on her knees like that. After she complained that the floor was hurting the knees I pulled her up handed her a glass and said I wanted to fuck her some more.

I grabbed her by the hand and headed for the bedroom where I had more condoms. When we got there she started the same old routine flitting all about looking at things and making comments before winding up in front of the mirror preening herself and sticking her tits out as she examined herself. I stoked myself up and bent her over in front of the mirror and proceeded to crouch behind her as I fucked her. It was a bit awkward since she was shorter then me, but the sight of her in the mirror and the butt below me at my crotch was glorious.

She kept looking at herself as I fucked her, alternately moaning and getting into it, alternately examining us in the mirror and making comments on how we looked, the color of the carpet, quality of the light, the pictures on the wall. It was a bit distracting. After a bit, tiring of the position, I picked her up trying to stay inside her with the intention of carrying her to the bed. It didn't work and my dick slipped out of her, making both of us laugh hard, but I did pick her up and sling her into bed before falling at her crotch to devour her some more. Very tasty indeed. She got hornier and hornier and I sensed that she would come if I kept this up, so I obliged her and worked my tongue until she did, squeezing my head with her firm milky thighs.

She collapsed in the bed and I wiggled up beside her running my hands over her body and her curvaceous breasts as she breathed heavily and lay there in a sheen of sweat, her black hair totally disheveled and matted to her face. Quite a sight. All too soon though she revived and resumed her monologue, talking about how this was one of her better orgasms, how she usually comes pretty small when fucking, how sex can be awkward, and how her ex-boyfriend always came too soon, and so on.

I let her go on for a while, nodding and smiling, but eventually the sight and feel of her body reminded me that I really wanted to cum. Just as she was about to get up and start gazing out the window I told her in a joking manner that I was not finished with her yet and to suck my dick some more. She did, complaining with some justification about the rubber taste left by the condom. I started pumping myself with my hand into her mouth. Eventually I turned her around licked some more front and back while jacking off, until I was ready to cum. My tongue was in her pussy and my nose in her ass as I came, mostly on the sheets as she apparently didn't really want any of it on herself.

I lay back ready to relax, but she had all sorts of energy in her and wouldn't keep quiet. She was squirming and talking about this and that again, starting with the protein content of cum.

Don't get me wrong, as critical as I may sound about her non stop talking and flitting about, she was amusing enough to watch, a little fireball of self centered energy with a very sexy body and little inhibition. Ultimately though she was just exhausting.

After a bit, feeling a desperate desire for some peace and quiet I managed to herd her into the living room and into her clothes. At one point I actually put on her bra while she talked and talked, appearing entirely happy and content, making silly jokes, talking about herself and her friends and seemingly everything under the sun which revolved around her. In due course I managed to shoo her out the door with a vague promise of more email and possible future meetings.

Bouncy was a lot of fun, but you wouldn't want to deal with her after a long day of work. Her body was gorgeous, her butt absolutely delicious and perfectly formed. Even though she had turned 20 you could still see the teenager in her with her preoccupation with fashion, her girlfriends and her self centered view of the world. As much as I liked diving into her crotch I'm not sure I'm prepared to deal with her sparkling personality yet again, at least not without administering a monster dose of Ritalin. Maybe I'm just getting old and find young pussy too exhausting, horrible thought that it might be. On the other hand it wasn't her pussy which was exhausting, it was more her brain which wore me out. And I'm OK with that.