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[Continued from "Bed for Four (Part 1)."]

The Brit and I chatted for a bit.  She asked if, perhaps, she could get another guy to join us, if I could host.  She had been in my place, she knew very well that I had it to myself that night.  I said I could host but I didn’t want to guarantee sex with just anyone.  She assured me the guy she had in mind was cute, that he had a big cock, and that he was a good fuck.

Mrs. Vet and her date took off.  They had been making out like teenagers and needed to continue their fun in a less public place.  That left the Vet, the Brit, and me to our own devices.

We went across the street to get some pizza.  While waiting for the food, we saw the acquaintance who had spoken at the Make-Out Room.  The Vet and I talked to her while the Brit met the new guy out front.  I had told the Vet some inside information about the acquaintance before we left my place.  I had not made it clear that the information was inside information, but I still didn’t think the Vet would tell the subject of said information that he knew the information.  Out of my earshot, though, that is exactly what the Vet did.

I was embarrassed that I looked like a gossip, especially considering the information I had was, according to the acquaintance, not accurate.  It was interesting to know that there were most definitely two sides to the story, and chances are the “truth” was somewhere in between.

We got our pizza and our foursome gathered on the sidewalk.  The Brit was right, the guy was cute.  The four of us stopped at a liquor store for provisions – vodka and soda for me, and gin and tonic for the Brit and the Irish.  The guy the Brit had join us was Irish.  Two people with sexy accents for sexy times?  Yes, please.

After some pizza and drinks the four of us made our way to my bedroom.  Then, because we all knew why we were there, we were naked and our bodies were writhing about each other.

It was a good combination of people for a foursome.  The Brit and I are both of curvy figure. Both the Vet and the Irish both had nice thick cocks.  It’s always good when there aren’t huge discrepancies amongst the naked bodies.  I had a foursome that I would not qualify as a success, partially because the guys’ cocks were of vastly different size.  I spent a lot of time in that threesome avoiding the guy with the tiny cock because I didn’t want it in me.

Not so with the Vet and the Irish.  They both had lovely cocks that I wanted in my pussy and in my mouth.  With the aid of the boxes of condoms I keep on either side of the bed, there was penis-in-vagina fucking.  There was cock sucking.  There was pussy licking.  There was watching.  The Vet likes to watch. 

When I’m in a fuck mood I can be pretty rough and like it pretty rough.  Both the Vet and the Irish throttled me whilst fucking me.  I like the feeling of getting my pussy pounded while feeling a bit lightheaded.  The Vet is often surprised he can be as rough with me as he can, but I can take a lot.

And because I can take a lot I sometimes forget that not everyone can – or wants to.  I’m a biter.  I like to bite as hard as I like to be bitten.  When I’m in the bitey mood it really is rather difficult to get me not to bite.  I left both the Brit and the Vet with bite-induced bruises.  The Brit has since told the Vet that she’d like to have another group situation so long as I promise not to bite.

Along with biting I also swallow.  I was lucky enough to get to swallow two loads of come – one from each of the gentlemen – that night.

Generally, my mouth was pretty busy.  I licked the Brit’s pussy.  I don’t get to lick enough pussy in my life.  I need to do something about that.

My mouth also found its way to the Vet’s ass when he was fucking the Brit.  That’s one of my specialties in group situations:  licking man ass while his cock is otherwise engaged.

The Brit and the Irish left, leaving the Vet and I to fuck once more before falling asleep.  The Vet left in the morning, but not until after taking Isis out.  He’s quite the gentleman.

I swear.  True story.

[Continued from "Thailand, Revisited, Reworked (Part 2)."]

I’m not sure when I had to report to work the first time, but I know I had some time to meet up with my friend, Darren.  I had met Darren the summer before.  He was an Melbournian tram driver who had moved to Bangkok and started a restaurant.  When I first met him I challenged his qualifications for restaurant-running and he had assured me that he was no more qualified than the next guy who loved food.

I fell in love.  Darren was charming and generous and fun.  He was also fabulously gay.  His Australian accent wasn’t too annoying; he didn’t call everyone “mate” and he didn’t sound like a guy from an Australian tourist board commercial.  The Ex and I had enjoyed Darren’s company – and his restaurant – on many occasions.

So when I arrived in Bangkok in the summer of 2001 I went to Darren’s restaurant soon after settling into my new home.  His restaurant called, I kid you not, Eat Me, was also his home.  Architecturally, the building was cool.  It was poured concrete with modern, square lines.  It had black-paned, swing out windows and French doors that opened out to a balcony that took up the entire front of the building’s second floor.

On the balcony there was outdoor furniture where it was pleasant to sit at night, provided mosquitoes didn’t like you too much.  My ankles seemed to be irresistible to the particular species of mosquito that flew around Eat Me, but I still sat on that balcony night after night.  It was nice, especially after the restaurant closed and Darren sat with us, drinking limoncello, or chocolate vodka – which he made by mixing melted chocolate with vodka – or any number of mixed drinks.  Oftentimes the mosquito population wasn’t quite as annoying when I was full of booze and there were geckos on the building’s walls, barking and eating.

Darren greeted me heartily.  It was that second summer in Thailand that Darren and I became very close.  Soon, we began going to gyms together.  Gyms, plural, because we’d purchase day passes at gyms all over the city.  We’d check in, go to our separate locker rooms to change, work out together, and then go to our separate locker rooms.  In my locker room I’d usually get naked so I could sit and relax in the sauna.  I love saunas.  Darren would similarly get naked and go to the sauna, but he didn’t just relax.  We didn’t talk details, but I got the very distinct impression that he more often than not hooked up with random strangers in the locker room.  We both left the gyms very refreshed.

With letting Darren know I was in town out of the way, I met up with another friend, Mickey.  I had also met Mickey the summer before.  He was an American law school student who was in the same study abroad program.  Actually, he had practiced law for years, and was returning for an LL.M. with an international law concentration.  After the summer program in 2000, Mickey completed his LL.M. at Golden Gate University School of Law, where Jesús happened to be getting his law degree.  A Master of Laws takes only one school year so after he finished up his schooling in San Francisco, he returned to Bangkok.

By the time I arrived in Bangkok, Mickey was well-ensconced in an apartment with his boyfriend, a Thai man-boy many years Mickey’s junior.  He was many years my junior and Mickey was significantly older than I.  Mickey was so old he had worked as an extra on early episodes of “Happy Days” which began the year after I was born.

On the second day I was in Bangkok I visited Mickey at his apartment, which was in a high rise.  I met his boyfriend, who seemed to do little more than sit around the apartment.  He was happy to meet me because I was someone other than Mickey.  The boyfriend had moved from his little town to Bangkok to be with Mickey and had few, if any, friends in the city, which was understandably huge and scary to him.

I was itching to go out and so was the boyfriend.  We’ll call him Ait.  Thais tend to have long names that they shorten to very easy to pronounce nicknames.  Their nicknames can change throughout their lives and they can have multiple nicknames at any given time, depending on their relationships.  A parent could call someone one name and her friends could call her something completely different.  This name fluidity doesn’t seem to make Thais uncomfortable; it would me.

So the day I met Ait, we went out to a club.  We drank.  We danced.  We drank.  We drank.  And then we ended up back in my new apartment fucking.

I had promised the Ex many, many times that I would not fuck anyone when I was in Bangkok without him.  It was my second night in the city and I was fucking my friend’s boyfriend.  My friend, who was silly in love with his boyfriend.

I felt pretty shitty.  But not nearly as shitty as I felt when Ait asked me if all foreign women’s pussies were as big as mine.  Thais are not known for their tact.  Actually, it’s just that they don’t think saying out loud what is obvious is tacky like us Westerners.  I was nice enough not to say that the reason my pussy felt so big was because it was a pussy, not Mickey’s ass, and because his dick was small.

I figured it was inevitable that I’d fuck when I was in Bangkok without my husband looking over my shoulder so it was a good thing I got that first fuck out of the way on my second day in the country.

That left me the rest of the summer for fucking.  And a few other things.

[To be continued.]

I swear.  True story.

[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

.

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.]

[Continued from "Jade's Vacation (Part 3)."]

“We were fucking and I guess he wasn’t done … I might need to go take care of that now,” she continued as she noticed how the whole bed was visible from where Teal was standing.

“Call him out again, Jade, ” Teal teased.

“Jason, come here for a moment,” Jade asked as she saw him peeking around the doorway at the two women.

“It’s ok, Jason, we know your cock is hard and just want to see it up close,” Teal tormented with a wicked grin on her full, kissable lips.

Jason shivered and then let the towel fall to the floor. He slipped his fingers around the thick shaft of his cock and walked toward the two women as they both swallowed the plum of his prick with their eyes.

Jade and Jason went back inside the suite and began an instant replay of their earlier events. Teal was standing by the railing and could see Jade begin sucking Jason’s huge, hard cock again. She reached between her tan thighs and began rubbing the button of her lady place as she watched Jade’s mouth working Jason’s cock.

Jade watched in the mirror as Teal shivered outside the glass door. Watching a woman finger fuck herself while that woman watched her suck her husband’s cock was almost more than she should stand. She felt the honey dripping from her cunt as she sucked … as she watched Teal’s tan tits jiggle up and down from the motion of her arm and fingers.

Jason reached behind Jade and lifted her shapely fuckable ass up over his hungry mouth. The instant his tongue entered her smooth shaved slot, she gushed some of her swelling orgasm. The nectar drizzled down over his chin and onto his tan chest.

“Oh fuck,” Teal moaned as she watched the liquid soak onto his skin. “I want to suck that cunt so fucking bad,” she moaned out loud as she fingered deeper into her wetness. She moaned and shivered and pressed her nude tits against the glass of the suite. She panted with lust as she watched the round fuckable curve of Jade’s ass swaying over Jason’s mouth.

Jason could feel Jade’s intensity, her need. He could see Teal against the glass and wanted to service both of the women … but more than anything he wanted to see his hot wife with another woman.

As Jason moved a bit to the side where Teal could see his face, he motioned to her and pointed at the smooth nudity of Jade’s seeping slot. Teal didn’t need more of an offer. She slipped through the open doorway and knelt behind Jade’s smooth, round ass. Jason put his fingers into Jade’s cunt and offered them to Teal. She sucked them like four hard cocks and panted for more. Jason reached inside Jade again and gathered more of her honey and offered it again. This time Teal smeared the slick wetness on her jutting nipples and perked forward for Jason to suck the honey off of them.

Teal moaned softly as Jason sucked her tits, mouthing them gently but hungrily. Jade turned slightly and watched out of the corner of her eye as she kept sucking Jason’s throbbing prick. Jade was so turned on watching Jason suck the woman, watching him reach between her own trembling legs, watching him pull out his wet fingers and then reach down to her sucking lips and offer the sloshing wetness.

“Oh fuck me, Jason,” Jade moaned as she glutted on his fingers and slurped her pussy’s sauce from each of them. She was ready. Teal was ready. Jason was more than ready.

Jason moved over on the bed and Teal splayed her sexy thighs wide under the eyes of Jade. She began finger fucking herself again and reached for Jade to straddle her mouth. Jade didn’t wait any longer and swooped her naked bare cunt down over Teal’s mouth and slowly felt Teal open her lips and begin her tempting tongue lashing.

[To be continued.]

[Forgive my lack of enthusiasm, but this is the second time I've posted this.  The WordPress shitheads disappeared it.]

This looks like fun.  I wouldn’t mind being either one of the ladies with her tasty bits all exposed and ready for fun, or a person in the room with toys and lube so I can play with the tasty bits.  Maybe some gags, too, so the room doesn’t get too loud.  However, it would be interesting to hear ‘em all come at once ….

I swear.  True (lame) story.

Feeling kind of blah lately.  Not to worry, I’m still horny.

[Continued from "The Day of Fuck (Cock No. 4)."]

In 24 hours I fucked four different guys, individually.  Three of them I fucked in my neighbor’s apartment.  I told a friend this and she freaked out.  She said that if she found out someone else had fucked on her bed she would be livid.  Clearly, I don’t share this sentiment.  I don’t care who fucks on my bed.  I don’t like finding hair, used condoms, and other evidence, but that’s because I find that rude – clean up after yourselves, people.

I cleaned up after myself.  My neighbors have no reason to suspect I did anything in their bedroom, much less their bed.  I removed from the premises any used condoms.  I washed all the bedding and remade the bed.  They’re none the wiser.  And she wouldn’t mind anyway.  She likes hearing the stories of my exploits.  He would probably be pissed.

Three of the four cocks were Geminis.  I, too, am a Gemini.  I get along well with Geminis, obviously.

The Day of Fuck began and ended with the ‘Mate.  The ‘Mate, who is quite understanding of my need for a lot of cock.

My pussy took some time time to recover from the Day of Fuck, which really is a shame, as I had gotten used to daily fucks.  It was also a shame that I had to keep my pants on when I had a threesome with a lovely couple from Washington, D.C., the following Sunday.  The three of us still had fun, as there was one cock and one pussy and three mouths available for action, but it would have been a whole different threesome if my pussy were available.

The threesome was a shit ton of fun.  The guy of the couple had originally contacted me through OkCupid.  He said he and his girlfriend were to be in San Francisco and they’d like to spend an evening with a local lady.  Great.  I like fucking tourists.  I’m like a fuck ambassador.  A fuck welcoming committee of one?  Anyway, we agreed to meet at Rye.  There, we each had a drink and chit-chatted.

He had a thick Italian accent, she was a redhead.  They had gone to Alcatraz that day, which was unusually sunny and nice.  She had a severe sunburn on her chest to prove it.  After a round of drinks we stopped in a liquor store for a bottle of wine and then we went to Shalimar.  Shalimar has some good fucking food.  And it’s cheap.  We polished off the wine and the food and then walked to their hotel.

Hotel Vertigo is hip.  Their room was cozy but very smartly decorated; the bases of the bedside lamps were horse heads.  We chatted some more.  And then I’m not sure how things got started, but they did.

I went down on her while he watched.  Her clit liked my tongue’s ministrations, and she soon came.  She had a nice, squeezable, juicy ass that I grabbed while I lapped at her clit.

Then I watched them fuck.  While they were fucking I pulled her hair a bit.  She seemed to like it.  I checked in with her; she seemed to really like it.  Then I slapped her face.  I checked in with her again; I didn’t want to go too far.  She liked getting slapped on the face while his cock was pounding her pussy.  Oooh, fun!  Slapping a girl’s face is up pretty high on my list of sexy/dirty things to do.

She and I sucked his cock.  Mostly her.  It was her who said intact cocks are like puzzles.  I was pretty much directing the action.  I told them I wanted him to come on her face.  She looked very happy at that prospect.  While she sucked his cock some more my tongue once again found its way to her pussy.  I really need more pussy in my life because they are fun to lick.

He came on her face.  I missed the money shot because my face was in her pussy, but she looked lovely with come on her face moments later when I came up for air.  She had come, he had come, I wasn’t going to come, so our night was over.

They offered me taxi fare but I opted for the bus.  It was a lovely warm night and I ended up walking a lot farther than I anticipated in pursuit of a bus that was running that late.  No matter, I made it home safely.

My pussy soon recovered and I was back to the vigorous fucking I like so much.  The hard fucking that my pussy needs.

I swear.  True story.

I met TT through America On Line.  You kids may not remember, back in the early 1990s when the people who had internet access had very slow dial-up modems that utilized their land line phone lines.  The modem called a certain phone number, from which internet access was gained.  Oftentimes the certain phone number was long distance, for which the phone company charged by the minute.  But even if the number called was not long distance, AOL charged by the minute for the privilege of using their service.

Consequently, I spent a lot of money on AOL.  I used AOL not for any academic purpose, but to chat online.  As with most things online, there were a lot of men and very few women so I felt like a hot commodity.  I liked the attention, even if I did have to pay for it.

Many of the men with whom I chatted were not local; some were.  One local, TT, began to woo me hard.  He told me he had a girlfriend so in my naivete I thought that meant he was safe, that he didn’t want to hit on me because his romantic needs were being fulfilled.  I had never heard of relationships that were openly anything other than monogamous.  I had certainly heard of cheating, but I had also heard that straight men and women could be friends.

TT told me he loved the beach in general and sunbathing in particular.  I was (and am) very pale and prone to burning and freckling, though I did like the feeling of the sun on my skin.  So, armed with a very high SPF sunscreen and with orders that TT bring a beach umbrella, we planned to go to the beach.

TT picked me up in his Mustang.  It was packed with beach gear.  He drove us from Pasadena to a beach, the name or location of which I do not recall.  The drive took over an hour.  Over an hour of TT’s driving, to which I was just then being introduced.  I didn’t know at the time, but TT had some vision problems that affected his ability to drive completely safely.  What was obvious on that drive to the beach was that TT was easily distracted – that day by the fresh, 21-year-0ld, bisexual, loud, sex-talking, smart ass that was me back then.

He was so easily distracted during our drive that his Mustang often veered out of our lane, much to the honking panic of other drivers on the freeway.  TT, however, didn’t understand why I was so worried.  After all, he’d not actually hit any other cars.  I found it hard to believe he was sober.

Once at the beach he doted on me.  He helped me apply sunscreen; he set up the beach umbrella so I was mostly in the shade; he provided me with snacks and drinks.  It was a lovely time at the beach.  We left the beach when it started to get cold.  We drove back to Pasadena.  We were both having fun and didn’t want the day to end so we decided to go out to dinner.

TT was one of those early adopters; he had the latest of technology, including a car phone (cause it was a car phone, not a cell phone) back in the early 1990s.  When we were within range, on the way to the restaurant, he called his girlfriend.  From what I could hear from his end of the conversation everything was fine; we were going to dinner.  And I thought everything was fine until a very pissed off-looking woman approached our table.  TT introduced us but she had nothing to say to me.  TT handed her a set of keys and she left.

Well, that was odd.  He said she had forgotten her set of keys to her place and she was tired and that I shouldn’t take her behavior personally.  Fine, I wouldn’t.  We finished our dinner and then he drove me home.

I was single at the time and hadn’t been physically affectionate with anyone for quite some time so when he offered to cuddle with me as I fell asleep I was grateful rather than suspicious.  Well, I was dumb – naive – enough to think the cuddle session was just as platonic to him as it was to me.  However, when I felt his erection poke my butt I knew that wasn’t the case.  Maybe his girlfriend had reason to be upset, only not at me.

We continued to be friends despite his inappropriate boner.

[To be continued ….]

I swear.  True story.