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February 17, 2005
I have not yet met the guy who can match the intensity of my need/desire (so tangled, those things are) for the sex. I’m not exactly boasting here – this is a problem in my life, which I suspect also has something to do with what I’ve got happening above my shoulders. I have discovered that generally, a guy who thinks he is always ready to fuck will probably be game to satisfy me about 80% of the time I want it. So, the trick here is to add another guy with the same 80% potential (or two, even) and then I have a better chance of getting worn out.
Except.
The problem is that the more I fuck and get fucked, the more I want it. I mean this in the sense of the day-to-day effect on my libido, but I also mean that within a fuck session, the more I get or have the possibility to get, the goddamn greedier I become.
This means we kind of get back to the original problem: girl meets boy, boy brags of prowess, girl wears out boy, boy doesn’t know what the fuck just happened.
Last night I walked into Jefferson’s orgy with a mission: to fuck, and be fucked. Gracie was to meet me there, so although I was making eyes at Tevin, a very sexy young black man (dreads and a first time sex party-goer? I’m so there) and Todd was raring to go as soon as he got there, I decided to keep my clothes on until Gracie arrived, as it would be her first sex party, and she had yet to meet significant friends of mine, like Jefferson.
Of course I couldn’t completely behave myself. Jefferson and I decided that Tevin was a very dirty boy and perhaps needed some assistance getting clean. We took him (and our glasses of bourbon) into the bathroom, stripped him, stuck him in the shower and gave him a good scrub down. My pants got a little wet from the spray of the shower, so I had to take them off. I collected them from the floor of the bathroom a few hours later. When Gracie arrived, I introduced her to Jefferson, who was loathe to take his hands off the hot boy to greet her.
I made the round of introductions with Gracie and then took both Todd and Tevin by their hands and lead them into the back bedroom. It wasn’t long before I was on my knees, sucking both their cocks at once. I’ve discovered that this is a handy method for ascertaining the level of bi-ness and chemistry between two dudes (plus I really like cock). Sure, looking up at them over my glasses is hot, but it also serves the purpose of seeing how they were getting along. They were getting along just fine.
I could have taken a second here to be enthused about the potential for the lifting of my no boy-on-boy action black cloud, but I was too busy slobbering all over myself and a pair of glorious cocks.
It wasn’t long before Todd and I were trying to figure out the best way to not break Jefferson’s futon, that sweet spot where the whole thing wouldn’t fold in half or collapse entirely. Once that was settled, Todd got right to fucking the bejesus out of me while Tevin made out with me. After I had my first orgasm of the evening, Todd asked “How about we change positions?” and I had a better idea: “How about we change boys and positions?” I spun around, and got on my knees so Tevin could fuck me from behind while I got a face full of Todd’s cock. Tevin fucked me hard, and I moaned my orgasm into Todd’s cock. Tevin fucked me right through my orgasm and slid me down onto my stomach so he could fuck me and suck Todd’s cock, which is a hot image that is now burned onto my playlist of masturbation-worthy images.
After I got the boys good and panting and they needed a break from me (I’m ruthless, I’m fucking telling you), I flopped down on my back and looked up at several hard cocks around me and had a bright idea: “I want you to come on me.” This “you” was meant to include Todd and Tevin, but ended up also including Thomas and some other guy. Gracie decided that this was an opportune moment to go down on me. I just didn’t know where to look – down at the pretty girl between my legs, or up at the hard cocks aimed at me. It wasn’t long before I felt four hot loads of come rain down on me. I lay there grinning like a fool as I felt the come dripping off of me. The spell was broken when Gracie announced that she had come in her hair and would like to take a shower.
On the way to the bathroom, I was stopped by Thomas. I’ve never had relations with him, though he has been the recipient of my alcohol-fueled vitriol on several occasions (which in some ways is like having sex with me). He has however fucked Jane, my former roommate Darren, Nadia, Jefferson, my ex-boyfriend Jake and probably Todd. Right. Anyway, as I steered my come-slathered self towards the shower, he said, “Hey, sorry I came on you without saying hello.” I laughed and told him, “I said hello and waved when I saw you come into the room, but I was on my knees with two cocks in my mouth.” We then joked about this being the closest we’ve come to fucking – we both came, but no touching.
In the cab on the way back to Gracie’s, our doppelgangers called to report that they were performing home surgery – “We’ve got gloves and a fresh razor, and we got naked because we didn’t want to get blood on our clothes!” I shot right back at them with, “Gracie and I are on our way home from an orgy!”
When I hung up, Gracie grinned at me, “Just your basic Tuesday night.” We laughed for about ten minutes.
Posted by Dacia at February 17, 2005 02:56 AM
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