Random Rim Jobs

[Continued from "Jade's Vacation (Part 4)."]

At first Jade was just taking. She was on her hands and knees with Teal licking between her thighs. She felt Teal’s fingers on her hard nipples and she felt her squeezing her tits, too. Jade loved having her tits kneaded and having her pussy licked at the same time; the combination always made her gush quickly. Now with a woman doing it, she couldn’t even breathe. She gasped and groaned as her pussy sprinkled gold. She was in a lust frenzy as she panted for her orgasm to overflow.

“AAAAAHHHHH,” she howled as Teal pushed a dainty fingertip into her snug anal accordion. She bucked wildly as the fingertip found its way inside her opening and began throbbing to the same tempo her cunt was getting tongue fucked.

The orgasm was so wet Teal nearly drowned as she guzzled hungrily. She flattened her tongue out and pressed Jade’s clit firmly as she vibrated her mouth on the heated button. More come gushed from Jade and she dipped her head down and buried her screams into Teal’s parted slot.

Teal’s clit was engorged; it was protruding and thick like one of Jade’s nipples. Jade began sucking it, nursing it, mouthing it, like it was a little cock. Bobbing her head up and down and feverishly licking and lapping and reaching inside Teal’s fuck tunnel, Jade gathered more of her come and reached deep to feel the cushion of Teal’s aching G spot.

As Jade polished the cushion inside Teal, she felt the convulsion coming in her body. Teal was writhing wildly now, squirming and nearly bouncing Jade off of the top of her. Jade grinned wickedly as she watched in the mirror. She saw the effect she was having on Teal by using her pussy this way, saw Jason’s hard meat being pumped by his strong hands, and saw her own come soaking Teal’s face and tits.

“AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW DAMN. FUCK, I LOVE TO COME!” she growled wickedly as if the virgin Jade had just been posessed by some cock- and cunt-hungry demon.

Jason grinned at that sound and rose up behind Jade and pressed his aching cock into the snug wetness of her simmering cunt. He felt Teal begin to lap his balls and tease his asshole too as she guzzled the frothing jizz from Jade.

As his load spewed inside Jade, Teal released her last orgasm into Jade’s hungry mouth. Jade delved Teal’s ass with her tongue and lapped every drop of the woman’s cum from her thighs. She released more of her own honey onto Jason’s prick and into Teal’s lips. She shivered and ached as she felt them both begin to subside from their aggressive actions.

As she glanced at her two spent lovers, Jade felt the tingling ache between her legs begin to burn like fire. She knew she needed more.  She wanted more.  She had to have more

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As Jade stepped out onto the balcony she quickly looked down below for the other couple. To her pleasure they were there sitting nude and inviting. Jade reached into her frothing slit and gathered some of her blended sauce and let it drizzle down from her fingers onto the man’s nude cock below.

As he looked up and smiled, the woman leaned over and licked it off of his perking cock. Jade smiled as she saw the woman motion for her to join them.

“I will be back in a couple hours, guys,” she chirped as she slipped through the doorway toward the stairs.

“Teal, Jason loves to have his ass played with when you are sucking his cock,” she advised as she watched the puzzled look appear on Jason’s face. “And Jason, if you come in Teal anywhere … don’t let her clean up.  I will get it when I get back,” she continued as she cupped her fingers over her seeping slot to keep the rest of her treasured gathering inside until the other couple had a chance to sample it.

[That's the end.  This Jade chick seems pretty fun.]

And the winner is: @boxspring.  He got a prize that I hope he enjoys.  Several other people guessed correctly as well, but he was first.  I withheld the correct answers and posted daily clues because I was having fun with y’all’s guesses.  I’m most confused by the guess that the substance in the bowl was a condom; I’ll have Shaye explain it to me in person.

I swear.  True story.

It’s a contest to identify the pictured substance.  Winner gets a special photo.

Rules:

1. First one to get the complete correct answer wins.
2. Contestants enter by making their guesses via commenting to this post.
3. I will post as a comment one clue per day for each day there is not a winner.
4. Contestants are encouraged to enter as many guesses as they’d like, with only one guess per comment.  Only the first guess in each comment will be considered.
5. Winner will be announced on Saturday, March 13, 2010.

[Continued from "I'm Merely a Tool Here for Your Pleasure, Part 1."]

With his hand guiding me I eventually got all of my fingers into her pussy.  Then the tough part, the base of my thumb, went in.  Pussies feel so fucking wonderful enveloping my hand.  We gave her time to get used to my hand, then he grabbed my wrist and we fist fucked her pussy, hard.  She was screaming.  He and I were grunting with our effort, because though it was my hand in her cunt she was being fucked with the force of both him and me.

I was amazed that she could take such a pounding.  But she was taking it.  And it looked fucking hot.  My right hand was fucking her while I supported myself on my left elbow so I could have a view of my hand going into, and out of, and into, and out of her pussy.

She was still screaming.  We were still pounding.  And then she squirted.  A lot.  All over my face.  It was fucking great.

We were all exhausted.  He let her out of her bondage and she sat at the head of the bed below an open window and smoked a cigarette.  He went to his desk.  I sat at the foot of the bed.  We chatted.  At least he and I chatted; she smoked her cigarette.

Then it was time for round two.  Cool.  She was no longer bound to the bed so there were even more ways for the three of us to become entangled – without his cock going into my pussy, of course.  I licked his ass while he fucked her.  I licked her pussy while he fingered me.  I sucked his cock while she sat on his face.  It was all fun.

I had the most fun, however, when he was fucking her.  She was on her hands and knees.  He was on his knees pounding her from behind.  My head was below them.  I licked her clit while his cock was sliding in and out of her cunt.  While I was down there I also licked the shaft of his cock.  I sucked on his balls, because that’s just fun.  My mouth was all over their parts while he fucked her.  Then he came – on my face.

Yes!  I love come on my face and that night I got both girl come and boy come all over it.  I was a very happy girl.  I left in a sex daze.  I walked home as the sun was coming up.

A few weeks later they again requested my presence.  On the second visit I fell off the bed.  Theirs was the highest bed I’ve ever encountered.  It came up to my waist when I stood next to it.  I had to make a running start to get on it.  So falling off the bed was rather a big deal.  Luckily, there was a wall for me to hit before my body impacted the floor.  I came away with multiple bruises.

He showed me how to find a man’s prostate.  Well, he didn’t really show me so much as let me know by moaning when I located his.  That was fun, but overall the second visit wasn’t nearly as hot as the first.  I think they requested my presence a few more times but I was never available and I’ve not seen them since.

A friend, however, has seen them.  Based on my description of the couple (which I’ve not included here), my friend picked them out at a local sex club.  San Francisco is such a small city.

On neither one of the visits did she ever say a word to me.

I swear.  True story.

My date began when he picked me up at my place.  I did not have him come in.  After all, there’s no reason any date needs to meet my ex-husband or the ex-husband’s girlfriend.

We drove to the Richmond, a neighborhood to which I’d been before but with which I’m not overly familiar.  One of the things for which the Richmond is infamous is the inability to find parking, so after a couple of circles my date found parking several blocks from Tommy’s, our dinner and drinks destination for the evening.

During the walk a woman inquired as to the location of a street.  My date, being familiar with the neighborhood, was able to direct her appropriately.  After getting directions the woman went on her way, walking rather quickly ahead of us.  My date and I continued to walk and talk until our attention was grabbed by the woman, up ahead … lying in the street.  She was several feet from us and we didn’t bother quickening our pace because surely she would get up before we reached her.

Only she didn’t get up.  So we quickened our pace and my date helped her up.  We hadn’t noticed when she asked directions, but she was clearly intoxicated.  Clearly.  She kept saying she was fine.  She was so not fine.  The contents of her purse had spilled onto the street.  A lens each of her regular and sun glasses had popped out of the frames, both of which she was grasping tightly in her left hand.  My date and I picked up the lenses and dropped them into her purse.

My focus was on getting her out of the street.  She kept insisting she didn’t need any help, but we knew she definitely did.  While getting up she dropped her purse again.  And again.  Books and other stuff kept spilling out.  My date got her to the sidewalk.  I got everything in her purse.  Her phone was ringing in her pocket.  She finally let go of her glasses, which I put in her purse, so she could answer her phone.

When we left her she was standing – albeit not completely upright – on the sidewalk talking on her phone.  Her purse with its contents properly inside was over her shoulder.  We walked away quickly, fearing we’d be drafted into helping her find her way to her destination, holding her up, or otherwise.  We looked back to see she was still upright and eventually my date saw her duck into a doorway.  We went to Tommy’s.

Tommy’s has very good margaritas, for sure.  But the restaurant has barely changed since it opened in 1965.  At least that’s the way it seems.  The waiters are, for the most part, older than dirt.  They’re surly.  And gimpy.  The salad, which comes with every dinner, is iceberg lettuce, two slices of radish, and a few strands of jack cheese covered with salsa and topped with a few sprigs of curly parsley.  Dinner was ok.  Margaritas were yummy.

We went back to his place.  We drank wine out of silver wine glasses.  Well, not glasses, as they were silver.  Silver goblets.  I pointed out that at least they don’t break.  He pointed out that they do break, just not like wine glasses.  Instead the stems break.  Well, at least one can feel important drinking out of a goblet so heavy and ren faire-esque.

From his couch we could see his bed in his bedroom.  Noticeably absent was a headboard.  Wha?  One of the reasons I was interested in this guy was because he was into rope bondage.  Isn’t a headboard a very basic foundation of tying people up?  Hmmm.

So we made our way to his bed.  I had been craving a proper fucking since my sad very-quickie.  Actually, I had been craving a proper fisting.  Despite my love of getting fisted I still don’t really look at potential sex partners’ hands.  Maybe I should start.

I should also start having my lube of choice with me on dates.  My date, unfortunately, had only a KY brand of lube.  Their lubes are perfectly serviceable, but tend to get tacky and don’t last all that long.  They’re made for old fashioned vaginal intercourse, which we didn’t have at all that night.

Instead – though I certainly don’t think of what we did as a consolation to intercourse – his big, thick hand fisted me.  Twice.  If you don’t own a pussy that’s been fisted perhaps you won’t get this, but there is something about the initial pain of getting the widest part of the hand in – at the base of the thumb – and then the realization and settling in of a whole hand inside my pussy that I fucking love.  Love it!

And I love getting what I can only describe as punch-fucked.  I whole hand in my cunt absolutely going as hard as it possibly can given the limited space is fucking wonderful.  Sometimes – and I did that night – I ask that the fist be pulled all the way out of my cunt and forced back in, fast and hard.  Hard.

I ask for it to be harder.  I can’t be quiet.  “Fuck me.  Fuck me.  Fuck me … harder.  Harder.  HARDER.”

He was fucking perfect.  He fucked me hard with his whole hand.  And he told me he wanted me to scream.  Given permission to scream even louder?  Yes, thankyouverymuch.  You want to hear me scream.  HEAR ME FUCKING SCREAM.

And I came.  And it was fucking great.

He said I was a squirter.  Uh, no, I’m not.  I’m not a squirter at all.  I’ve been squirted upon, and it’s a beautiful and glorious thing, but I most certainly am not a squirter.  I wish.

I sucked his cock.  He came in my mouth.  Thank you.  Thank you very much for letting me taste your come.  I want to taste all the come.  The clean and the dirty.  The smooth and the lumpy.  The bitter and the sweet.  All of it.  [Yes, I am aware that little sequence was really fucking cheesy, cliche, and lame.]

Then he was nice enough to fist me again.  Really, quite nice.  Again he told me he wanted to make me scream.  He did.  I came fucking good and fucking hard.  I reached down and my thighs were all wet.  Very wet.  Not in an artificial lube way, nor in a natural lube way.  In a wet-like-water way.  Only not like water.  Slightly more viscous than water.  Very slightly.

I am not a squirter.  I am, however, a gusher. It’s thin and it’s wet and it’s gorgeous.  And it happens when a big fucking hand is pounding the shit out of my cunt.  I love that I can take it that hard.

Which of course makes me think of that engagement ring in my pussy ….

I swear.  True story.

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

Meg, in her own words:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m done. For now.