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I'm pulling this from another part of the story, out of sequence for the narrative, but reading it over, I think that you will like it Before Sylvia went to Berkeley, she got herself all promiscuous with a capital'' P''. In this little piece, she is having sex with her friend and lover Judy Chavez, and they visit at the home of two black musicians, much older than they are. Sylvia decides this is the time to test her powers!
''Al, you know what I like? I like your cock when it has something tasty on it.."
"Like what, baby?"
But he knew.
" I would love to taste some pussy on it. I'm a dirty, slutty girl. I like pussy juice all over it."
"How about if I slide my cock way up in you, and you get it all juicy?"
"Fuck yeah, Al, that sounds nice. I don't want to start fucking you real hard yet"
Now I was teasing Judy.
"Judy, do you want to see me suck it all fucking shiny with Sylvia's special juice all over it?"
"Get his balls, too, baby, Sometimes they get all sticky with it..."
"Okay, watch..."
I got on my back, and Al popped it right home. It felt so good. I had to remind myself that we weren't quite at the fucking part of the night yet.
With Al, I was pretty sure I had a lover who wouldn't splooge all over the place too fucking soon, Yeah, he was the man for that.
He felt so good I wasn't coming yet, but I was wet enough to float two or three battleships.
He pulled out: super hard, black and shiny, right in front of my face. What was I to do? What would any woman who was not 100 percent gay do? You could write your script, but I was thinking up ways to turn him on. Al finally got it in my mouth, and I made such a goofy show of an attempt at a blow job. I was having a blast. His cock tasted good, but all that talk about "taste" was kind of for show anyway. Just acting so slutty was so much fun. I looked over at Judy and her eyes were half-closed and she was rubbing her pussy and Jimmy was slowly backing off, wondering when he could get a piece of me.
"Al, I want it in my ass, lover. Put your cock up my ass. I want to taste that, too."
Judy gave me a little sideways "Are you crazy?" look, but I knew what I wanted.
I spread my cheeks with both hands, my body was turned away from Al, and my ass was pointed (can you make a point with your ass?), anyway, my ass was facing him.
"Do you like to see it go in? So you like to see your cock stretch me all out and slide in/"
"Yeah, baby, I.."
"Put it in my ass, Al, c'mon, put it in there. Just put it right there, baby, right against me...ummmmmm..Do you like to see that? just put it in a little, and I'll push back, okay?"
Al made some kind of a****l noise.
"Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah, daddy, you are so deep in my ass...Okay, six pumps, daddy, six..and then you need to pull out, otherwise, we are just going to do this ass fuck. ..I don't want that right now....just get my ass stuff all over your dick...."
Judy was chasing her pussy cat so hard now, eyes closed, starting to huff and puff. Jimmy had his eyes all over us, calmly stroking his big, semi-hard cock.
Al pulled out. I made a show of getting his cock, now covered by my puss and ass, back in my mouth.
"I'm going to move like this so you can watch me, watch me suck it, daddy. ' It didn't taste so good with him and me all over it, but I was in my performance thing now.
Slurpy, spitty. sloppy, up and down and all around. I made sure I got my face shiny and sticky.
"Al, I hate it when girls do blowjobs, but they don't get you here. Lift your legs, baby..."
"You can't see, I'm back here with your ass, honey..what in the world should I do now?" like I had an IQ of 55.
"What should I do now?"
if you read about my music teacher, you know I've been trained to be a performer since I was a little girl. I learned to give all my emotion to the audience, either through my voice or with violin, guitar or piano, and at the same time, maintain complete control and balance within myself. Does that sound impossible? That's what artists do all the time, or, as my mom put it:
That's what artists DO..."
All this performance sex with Al was starting to drive me nuts. I wanted to stop acting, and just be in the fuck, whatever, but, if you're like me, it's not just a matter of words. There's a whole lot of changing sets, costumes and moving furniture for me for that to be simple.
I hadn't been too involved with sex with Al, in a way, though a fly on the wall, if asked, would have said "She was involved. I've got big fly eyes and I saw it."
"Al, I had my first real sexual experience when I was thirteen. I ate this boy's ass out and jacked him off with Vaseline jelly. I had never seen a boy come before. He shot halfway across the room or it seemed that way then. I could not believe what I saw with my own eyes. It made me crazy. I went over, knelt naked on the wood floor (I think it was his parent's bedroom) licked up his sperm, all sexy and nasty, getting it all over me and licking it off. I had a lot in my mouth. I walked back to him, all nakey, my pussy hair so red. I wiped his cum all over my pussy. I kissed him on his mouth, real hard. He had to open, and my tongue went in, with sperm all over it. I grabbed his head so he wouldn't wiggle away, and I kissed him and kissed him that fucking spermy, cummy kiss.
He didn't know whether to shit or go blind."
Al was laughing.
"We can do anything you like, baby, anything. I got nothin' on my calendar till next Thursday. You can have as much or as little or any fucking way you want. Do you want to be the boss of me? You sixteen-year-old white girl, me, Black man, almost forty? Do you want to boss me around? Oh, baby, there ain't nothin' hotter than that, and I pity the fool who doesn't know it. What you were doing with my ass was so sweet, you sure don't have to stop..."
His words turned me around. Now I wanted to do anything to please him.
My jaw and mouth were getting a little tired.
"Al, I'm going to keep going this way, Al, is that okay? "
"Tell me, baby, what do you mean?"
Whoops, I was going to have to be a performer again, I knew what Al wanted in that way, he was like a lot of other boys and men, he wanted a running verbal description along with the sex. Why do they love that so much? I've had sex with a lot of girls and women, and me talking about everything I do, as I do it, is hardly ever a big thing, but for guys, wow, it's like five extra stars for them.
Most of the time, it's fun and sexy to do, if the guy is not a total idiot, which Al, most certainly was not.
Al liked it, I was going to do it, even though my mouth was going to be between his butt cheeks for a while
"Al, can I please lick your ass and balls? Please? I know how to make you feel good."
That was not performance just a true statement.
Sometimes with sex, I get a really deep, lusty feeling. The first time this happened to me I was about fifteen. It was after the thing with my mom, when I started fucking everyone in sight.
This feeling didn't happen all the time, not at all. But sometimes, I would be kissing a boy, just kissing, well, maybe a little more, but whatever I was doing, it wasn't that wild. Then, I would get this feeling that started someplace in my body, in my uterus? Someplace deep inside me, and then it would go up my spine to my head and then like a current through my whole body. You might say it was a sex feeling, but I know what those are. I've been getting myself off on sex feelings for my whole life. This was a sex feeling, no mistake about that, but it was so intense, different than anything I'd ever known.
I wasn't that far past being a little girl, just a few years.
Now the feeling was, while just kissing this boy, kissing him with a little bit of tongue: I wanted to get fucked. I got a clear picture in my head. I wanted a man to bend me over and fuck me, fuck me from behind. Fuck me like he wasn't going to stop. Fuck me so he knocked the breath out of me. Fucked me so he made me squeal. The boy I was kissing would do if he could get all the wrinkles out of his dick. I was happy to do that if he had a problem. It wasn't as if I had to be in love or anything like that. I didn't wait to ask him if he was going to use a rubber. I just looked for a place where he could do me without both of us getting arrested. I would tell him exactly what I wanted, and he would get all my clothes off, bend me over.. all this happened in my head as our tongues were bumping in this sweet little teenage kiss. Sometimes I went with the feeling until I got myself fucked. Other times, I let myself get all wiggly and wet and didn't tell the boy anything. But I sure let my fingers do the walking when I got home!
Now, here I was with Al, and my friends, just as naked as I could get myself, and I had the feeling again. Hot like honey and warm butter.
"Al, I'm going to do your ass, and a handjob too. I'm a lover, daddy. it'll be great..."
I was only sixteen, but I had just told my lover that I was, a lover, too, so I took my time and showed him. I wanted to get my man turned on. I loved to get him to the point where he was doing all that sexy moaning and groaning. I loved to hear that. It was such a fucking turn-on for me. When I knew that somebody, maybe a special somebody who I liked, like Al, when I could get them to that ecstatic corner of their universe I felt great like I could make anybody do anything.
That lusty feeling was all through me now. It was like standing next to a freight train going past you at ninety miles an hour while standing three feet away. Blood rushing in my ears, my heart pounding, breathing loud enough so you could hear me.
I jacked him off while I ate his ass. Those two things seem to go together like cheddar cheese and dill pickles. We found some Vaseline, I coated his cock with it, and off we went.
When he came, he made a little puddle on the floor. I got on my belly and wiggled over there, through the puddle with my whole body. I turned around, and since Al was watching, I made a big deal of licking it off the floor, crawling back, and kissing the cum right back into his mouth, just like I had told him I had done when I was twelve or thirteen years old. Of course, that made me a dirty little girl in his mind, and his cock, which had been a little droopy, got as hard as Chinese astrophysics.
Oooooh, he liked that, I could tell. He came a lot, so I had his sperm all over me, and I KNOW he loved that. It's funny what guys, especially guys, will see that gets them going when I don't feel anything physically at all. But every other way, I was overflowing.
My dad used to play a Bessie Smith song about somebody overflowing the pot. As in a load of sperm overflowing her container. She wasn't too subtle about her double meaning songs. Rachel learned every chord and lyric, and she would sing it for us when she was three and four years old. When she was little, she could not get enough Bessie, Fat Waller, and James P. Johnson, My dad introduced her personally to Johnnie J. Johnson, a not-so-big man who played piano and did the arranging of some of Chuck Berry's earliest rock and roll masterpieces. I learned the phrase "One monkey don't stop the show" from him. He had had a similar experience of being a small man who loved Fats Waller and Willie "The Lion" Smith.
Rachel would have volcanic temper tantrums. The tenths that those guys hit with their huge left hands were beyond her reach. After listening to the recording one time through, she knew exactly where she needed to place the fingers of her tiny left hand. It was impossible. She could play every subtlety of their most challenging pieces with her tiny hands, except for the parts that gave that music all of its sweet funk, drive, and life. When she reached that point, and she did every day, she threw her music, anything on the rack, anything in the bench, dishes, glassware, knives, and forks. She punched me if I was around, but I was bigger than Rachel and faster and could hit her before she got to me. Most of the time. She beat up her poor little piano till it was firewood. but dad would not let her use the big one until she got her emotions under control. This took a long time. The piano was all she cared about.
Al may have been forty, but that didn't stop his cock from snapping right back to attention. I especially love really hard cocks, Guys are always worried about size, but I don't care about the size too much, my pussy takes care of that, but super hard? Oh shit, that feels so good. Al was so hard that when I tried to push his cock down, it wouldn't go. It was just on my face, black and hard and proud.
The crazy lust feeling that I was talking about. I think it was starting to affect all of us. We had been talking about how all of us were going to dom Jimmy and use him as our slave and piss bitch. I still wanted that. , but after I had done the ass thing and cum eating thing with Al, I wanted somebody to "Fill me up till they overflowed the pot", just like Bessie told us when Rachel and I were four and five years old.
I wanted to feel a hard cock in me before too many more minutes had passed...
Al was ready. I told him how I was feeling and he got behind me, hugged me so I could feel his hard cock right on the crack of my ass. That made me have thoughts about riding his dick. I don't know why I had the rodeo on my mind today, I was deathly afraid of horses, and not interested in any of that, but right now I felt like a rider in the chute on her bronco, waiting for the horn to blow so I could get my ride going. Sometimes, I get the craziest thoughts on sex...does that happen to any woman but me? Al broke into my thoughts about a bucking bronco ride. He kissed my shoulder and my neck, right exactly on the "fuck me right now" spot and nuzzled it and kissed it and sucked and licked and moved his tongue around. I didn't know if I wanted to rip his clothes or mine off first.
"You want your ass fucked, don't you?"
I didn't say anything. I pushed my bottom back against him with a little more force.
Al: "Yeah, sugar, but have you ever seen Jimmy with a garter belt, black sheer stockings, panties, and heels? Nice mascara? His hair all done so nice You like girls, yes?"
"Oh, yeah, Al. what fucking planet are you on?"
"Do they have to be a butch a certain way, or femme a certain way?
"No, I like both, It just depends on who it is."
"Jimmy likes to be a girl, he loves to be so femme, and whoever is the dom, man or woman; he likes that person to take the male role..."
"And?"
" I want you and Judy to make Jimmy suck your dicks."
I thought about it.
"It sounds like fun, Al"
"Come around here, dear, and suck my cock. Suck it before I bury it in your ass."
I real, visibly excited now. I usually kept my cool pretty well, but today, I was just cravin' it, and everyone could see and I didn't give a hoot.
Judy: "Is Al going to fuck your ass?"
"I hope so..."
"Oh shit, I love that, I fucking love to see that".
"You like that, don't you, Judy?"
"Oh god yeah, His dick stretching your asshole way out, pumping in and out, you getting all fuck-ass crazy with it like you do..."
"Will you suck his cock?"
"I will if you and Jimmy don't push me out of the fucking way."
"Al is gonna get me back there, but you and Jimmy are welcome to do whatever you want. Eat my pussy while he does my ass...I love that.
"Eat your ass?"
"After he comes? mmmmmmmmmmmmmm It sounds so sweet Judy, I don't usually talk like this, but right now, I am just burning to get my ass fucked, maybe my puss, too. Don't keep me waiting, Al. this woman wants it."
I'm not one of those women who are good at doing several things or people at the same time. so, if you are creating a picture in your head of me, and you want to imagine little red-haired Sylvia getting fucked by one guy and blowing another at the same time? Not me, Not really. I've done that and a lot more crazy kinds of stuff like that. I've been in enough threesomes and four and more, but I still prefer one sex activity at a time. Having a boy and his dick in my mouth is plenty for me to organize my mind around. when I'm blowing one boy and I've got another hammering my ass or pussy, another person, a whole different set of rhythms..it's too distracting."
"I'm not saying I will never do it again.. Today, with the three of them, I was sixteen, so horny and fucking excited, in love with all three of them, I didn't have enough pussies and assholes to give them. Have you ever found yourself in that situation?"
I had gone from being cool and emotionally on top of everything, especially all this fucking sex, but, even for me, this was a lot. The intensity just grew and grew. I hate that feeling in sex when I start to lose my grip, it's so scary to be that way, and so totally fucking hot to want every part of everybody in the room to stimulate my senses one way or another Al just set my ass on fire.
I fucked both of them, in my pussy and up my ass. They didn't come, and even though I rode both of their cocks for about thirty minutes, I didn't, either.
I was starting to puff and wheeze.
Judy:
"Get in the tub, bitch, get in the fucking bathtub. You need a nice warm bath.."
Of course, I knew what she meant. She had peed on me before, but pee was my kink, not hers, and I always had to ask. Not today. Today I was going to drink some piss. I loved that idea. Maybe they would put me through some stuff, make me do some stuff, some dirty stuff, maybe even some slave stuff...we thought Jimmie was going to be the slave today, but maybe I was the lucky one.
The whole house stunk of sex. Judy got my hands behind me:
"I said, get your ass in there! NOW!
''Al, you know what I like? I like your cock when it has something tasty on it.."
"Like what, baby?"
But he knew.
" I would love to taste some pussy on it. I'm a dirty, slutty girl. I like pussy juice all over it."
"How about if I slide my cock way up in you, and you get it all juicy?"
"Fuck yeah, Al, that sounds nice. I don't want to start fucking you real hard yet"
Now I was teasing Judy.
"Judy, do you want to see me suck it all fucking shiny with Sylvia's special juice all over it?"
"Get his balls, too, baby, Sometimes they get all sticky with it..."
"Okay, watch..."
I got on my back, and Al popped it right home. It felt so good. I had to remind myself that we weren't quite at the fucking part of the night yet.
With Al, I was pretty sure I had a lover who wouldn't splooge all over the place too fucking soon, Yeah, he was the man for that.
He felt so good I wasn't coming yet, but I was wet enough to float two or three battleships.
He pulled out: super hard, black and shiny, right in front of my face. What was I to do? What would any woman who was not 100 percent gay do? You could write your script, but I was thinking up ways to turn him on. Al finally got it in my mouth, and I made such a goofy show of an attempt at a blow job. I was having a blast. His cock tasted good, but all that talk about "taste" was kind of for show anyway. Just acting so slutty was so much fun. I looked over at Judy and her eyes were half-closed and she was rubbing her pussy and Jimmy was slowly backing off, wondering when he could get a piece of me.
"Al, I want it in my ass, lover. Put your cock up my ass. I want to taste that, too."
Judy gave me a little sideways "Are you crazy?" look, but I knew what I wanted.
I spread my cheeks with both hands, my body was turned away from Al, and my ass was pointed (can you make a point with your ass?), anyway, my ass was facing him.
"Do you like to see it go in? So you like to see your cock stretch me all out and slide in/"
"Yeah, baby, I.."
"Put it in my ass, Al, c'mon, put it in there. Just put it right there, baby, right against me...ummmmmm..Do you like to see that? just put it in a little, and I'll push back, okay?"
Al made some kind of a****l noise.
"Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah, daddy, you are so deep in my ass...Okay, six pumps, daddy, six..and then you need to pull out, otherwise, we are just going to do this ass fuck. ..I don't want that right now....just get my ass stuff all over your dick...."
Judy was chasing her pussy cat so hard now, eyes closed, starting to huff and puff. Jimmy had his eyes all over us, calmly stroking his big, semi-hard cock.
Al pulled out. I made a show of getting his cock, now covered by my puss and ass, back in my mouth.
"I'm going to move like this so you can watch me, watch me suck it, daddy. ' It didn't taste so good with him and me all over it, but I was in my performance thing now.
Slurpy, spitty. sloppy, up and down and all around. I made sure I got my face shiny and sticky.
"Al, I hate it when girls do blowjobs, but they don't get you here. Lift your legs, baby..."
"You can't see, I'm back here with your ass, honey..what in the world should I do now?" like I had an IQ of 55.
"What should I do now?"
if you read about my music teacher, you know I've been trained to be a performer since I was a little girl. I learned to give all my emotion to the audience, either through my voice or with violin, guitar or piano, and at the same time, maintain complete control and balance within myself. Does that sound impossible? That's what artists do all the time, or, as my mom put it:
That's what artists DO..."
All this performance sex with Al was starting to drive me nuts. I wanted to stop acting, and just be in the fuck, whatever, but, if you're like me, it's not just a matter of words. There's a whole lot of changing sets, costumes and moving furniture for me for that to be simple.
I hadn't been too involved with sex with Al, in a way, though a fly on the wall, if asked, would have said "She was involved. I've got big fly eyes and I saw it."
"Al, I had my first real sexual experience when I was thirteen. I ate this boy's ass out and jacked him off with Vaseline jelly. I had never seen a boy come before. He shot halfway across the room or it seemed that way then. I could not believe what I saw with my own eyes. It made me crazy. I went over, knelt naked on the wood floor (I think it was his parent's bedroom) licked up his sperm, all sexy and nasty, getting it all over me and licking it off. I had a lot in my mouth. I walked back to him, all nakey, my pussy hair so red. I wiped his cum all over my pussy. I kissed him on his mouth, real hard. He had to open, and my tongue went in, with sperm all over it. I grabbed his head so he wouldn't wiggle away, and I kissed him and kissed him that fucking spermy, cummy kiss.
He didn't know whether to shit or go blind."
Al was laughing.
"We can do anything you like, baby, anything. I got nothin' on my calendar till next Thursday. You can have as much or as little or any fucking way you want. Do you want to be the boss of me? You sixteen-year-old white girl, me, Black man, almost forty? Do you want to boss me around? Oh, baby, there ain't nothin' hotter than that, and I pity the fool who doesn't know it. What you were doing with my ass was so sweet, you sure don't have to stop..."
His words turned me around. Now I wanted to do anything to please him.
My jaw and mouth were getting a little tired.
"Al, I'm going to keep going this way, Al, is that okay? "
"Tell me, baby, what do you mean?"
Whoops, I was going to have to be a performer again, I knew what Al wanted in that way, he was like a lot of other boys and men, he wanted a running verbal description along with the sex. Why do they love that so much? I've had sex with a lot of girls and women, and me talking about everything I do, as I do it, is hardly ever a big thing, but for guys, wow, it's like five extra stars for them.
Most of the time, it's fun and sexy to do, if the guy is not a total idiot, which Al, most certainly was not.
Al liked it, I was going to do it, even though my mouth was going to be between his butt cheeks for a while
"Al, can I please lick your ass and balls? Please? I know how to make you feel good."
That was not performance just a true statement.
Sometimes with sex, I get a really deep, lusty feeling. The first time this happened to me I was about fifteen. It was after the thing with my mom, when I started fucking everyone in sight.
This feeling didn't happen all the time, not at all. But sometimes, I would be kissing a boy, just kissing, well, maybe a little more, but whatever I was doing, it wasn't that wild. Then, I would get this feeling that started someplace in my body, in my uterus? Someplace deep inside me, and then it would go up my spine to my head and then like a current through my whole body. You might say it was a sex feeling, but I know what those are. I've been getting myself off on sex feelings for my whole life. This was a sex feeling, no mistake about that, but it was so intense, different than anything I'd ever known.
I wasn't that far past being a little girl, just a few years.
Now the feeling was, while just kissing this boy, kissing him with a little bit of tongue: I wanted to get fucked. I got a clear picture in my head. I wanted a man to bend me over and fuck me, fuck me from behind. Fuck me like he wasn't going to stop. Fuck me so he knocked the breath out of me. Fucked me so he made me squeal. The boy I was kissing would do if he could get all the wrinkles out of his dick. I was happy to do that if he had a problem. It wasn't as if I had to be in love or anything like that. I didn't wait to ask him if he was going to use a rubber. I just looked for a place where he could do me without both of us getting arrested. I would tell him exactly what I wanted, and he would get all my clothes off, bend me over.. all this happened in my head as our tongues were bumping in this sweet little teenage kiss. Sometimes I went with the feeling until I got myself fucked. Other times, I let myself get all wiggly and wet and didn't tell the boy anything. But I sure let my fingers do the walking when I got home!
Now, here I was with Al, and my friends, just as naked as I could get myself, and I had the feeling again. Hot like honey and warm butter.
"Al, I'm going to do your ass, and a handjob too. I'm a lover, daddy. it'll be great..."
I was only sixteen, but I had just told my lover that I was, a lover, too, so I took my time and showed him. I wanted to get my man turned on. I loved to get him to the point where he was doing all that sexy moaning and groaning. I loved to hear that. It was such a fucking turn-on for me. When I knew that somebody, maybe a special somebody who I liked, like Al, when I could get them to that ecstatic corner of their universe I felt great like I could make anybody do anything.
That lusty feeling was all through me now. It was like standing next to a freight train going past you at ninety miles an hour while standing three feet away. Blood rushing in my ears, my heart pounding, breathing loud enough so you could hear me.
I jacked him off while I ate his ass. Those two things seem to go together like cheddar cheese and dill pickles. We found some Vaseline, I coated his cock with it, and off we went.
When he came, he made a little puddle on the floor. I got on my belly and wiggled over there, through the puddle with my whole body. I turned around, and since Al was watching, I made a big deal of licking it off the floor, crawling back, and kissing the cum right back into his mouth, just like I had told him I had done when I was twelve or thirteen years old. Of course, that made me a dirty little girl in his mind, and his cock, which had been a little droopy, got as hard as Chinese astrophysics.
Oooooh, he liked that, I could tell. He came a lot, so I had his sperm all over me, and I KNOW he loved that. It's funny what guys, especially guys, will see that gets them going when I don't feel anything physically at all. But every other way, I was overflowing.
My dad used to play a Bessie Smith song about somebody overflowing the pot. As in a load of sperm overflowing her container. She wasn't too subtle about her double meaning songs. Rachel learned every chord and lyric, and she would sing it for us when she was three and four years old. When she was little, she could not get enough Bessie, Fat Waller, and James P. Johnson, My dad introduced her personally to Johnnie J. Johnson, a not-so-big man who played piano and did the arranging of some of Chuck Berry's earliest rock and roll masterpieces. I learned the phrase "One monkey don't stop the show" from him. He had had a similar experience of being a small man who loved Fats Waller and Willie "The Lion" Smith.
Rachel would have volcanic temper tantrums. The tenths that those guys hit with their huge left hands were beyond her reach. After listening to the recording one time through, she knew exactly where she needed to place the fingers of her tiny left hand. It was impossible. She could play every subtlety of their most challenging pieces with her tiny hands, except for the parts that gave that music all of its sweet funk, drive, and life. When she reached that point, and she did every day, she threw her music, anything on the rack, anything in the bench, dishes, glassware, knives, and forks. She punched me if I was around, but I was bigger than Rachel and faster and could hit her before she got to me. Most of the time. She beat up her poor little piano till it was firewood. but dad would not let her use the big one until she got her emotions under control. This took a long time. The piano was all she cared about.
Al may have been forty, but that didn't stop his cock from snapping right back to attention. I especially love really hard cocks, Guys are always worried about size, but I don't care about the size too much, my pussy takes care of that, but super hard? Oh shit, that feels so good. Al was so hard that when I tried to push his cock down, it wouldn't go. It was just on my face, black and hard and proud.
The crazy lust feeling that I was talking about. I think it was starting to affect all of us. We had been talking about how all of us were going to dom Jimmy and use him as our slave and piss bitch. I still wanted that. , but after I had done the ass thing and cum eating thing with Al, I wanted somebody to "Fill me up till they overflowed the pot", just like Bessie told us when Rachel and I were four and five years old.
I wanted to feel a hard cock in me before too many more minutes had passed...
Al was ready. I told him how I was feeling and he got behind me, hugged me so I could feel his hard cock right on the crack of my ass. That made me have thoughts about riding his dick. I don't know why I had the rodeo on my mind today, I was deathly afraid of horses, and not interested in any of that, but right now I felt like a rider in the chute on her bronco, waiting for the horn to blow so I could get my ride going. Sometimes, I get the craziest thoughts on sex...does that happen to any woman but me? Al broke into my thoughts about a bucking bronco ride. He kissed my shoulder and my neck, right exactly on the "fuck me right now" spot and nuzzled it and kissed it and sucked and licked and moved his tongue around. I didn't know if I wanted to rip his clothes or mine off first.
"You want your ass fucked, don't you?"
I didn't say anything. I pushed my bottom back against him with a little more force.
Al: "Yeah, sugar, but have you ever seen Jimmy with a garter belt, black sheer stockings, panties, and heels? Nice mascara? His hair all done so nice You like girls, yes?"
"Oh, yeah, Al. what fucking planet are you on?"
"Do they have to be a butch a certain way, or femme a certain way?
"No, I like both, It just depends on who it is."
"Jimmy likes to be a girl, he loves to be so femme, and whoever is the dom, man or woman; he likes that person to take the male role..."
"And?"
" I want you and Judy to make Jimmy suck your dicks."
I thought about it.
"It sounds like fun, Al"
"Come around here, dear, and suck my cock. Suck it before I bury it in your ass."
I real, visibly excited now. I usually kept my cool pretty well, but today, I was just cravin' it, and everyone could see and I didn't give a hoot.
Judy: "Is Al going to fuck your ass?"
"I hope so..."
"Oh shit, I love that, I fucking love to see that".
"You like that, don't you, Judy?"
"Oh god yeah, His dick stretching your asshole way out, pumping in and out, you getting all fuck-ass crazy with it like you do..."
"Will you suck his cock?"
"I will if you and Jimmy don't push me out of the fucking way."
"Al is gonna get me back there, but you and Jimmy are welcome to do whatever you want. Eat my pussy while he does my ass...I love that.
"Eat your ass?"
"After he comes? mmmmmmmmmmmmmm It sounds so sweet Judy, I don't usually talk like this, but right now, I am just burning to get my ass fucked, maybe my puss, too. Don't keep me waiting, Al. this woman wants it."
I'm not one of those women who are good at doing several things or people at the same time. so, if you are creating a picture in your head of me, and you want to imagine little red-haired Sylvia getting fucked by one guy and blowing another at the same time? Not me, Not really. I've done that and a lot more crazy kinds of stuff like that. I've been in enough threesomes and four and more, but I still prefer one sex activity at a time. Having a boy and his dick in my mouth is plenty for me to organize my mind around. when I'm blowing one boy and I've got another hammering my ass or pussy, another person, a whole different set of rhythms..it's too distracting."
"I'm not saying I will never do it again.. Today, with the three of them, I was sixteen, so horny and fucking excited, in love with all three of them, I didn't have enough pussies and assholes to give them. Have you ever found yourself in that situation?"
I had gone from being cool and emotionally on top of everything, especially all this fucking sex, but, even for me, this was a lot. The intensity just grew and grew. I hate that feeling in sex when I start to lose my grip, it's so scary to be that way, and so totally fucking hot to want every part of everybody in the room to stimulate my senses one way or another Al just set my ass on fire.
I fucked both of them, in my pussy and up my ass. They didn't come, and even though I rode both of their cocks for about thirty minutes, I didn't, either.
I was starting to puff and wheeze.
Judy:
"Get in the tub, bitch, get in the fucking bathtub. You need a nice warm bath.."
Of course, I knew what she meant. She had peed on me before, but pee was my kink, not hers, and I always had to ask. Not today. Today I was going to drink some piss. I loved that idea. Maybe they would put me through some stuff, make me do some stuff, some dirty stuff, maybe even some slave stuff...we thought Jimmie was going to be the slave today, but maybe I was the lucky one.
The whole house stunk of sex. Judy got my hands behind me:
"I said, get your ass in there! NOW!
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