(…continued from Getting Into It)
[I was at a local swingers club, determined to put my fantasies about being with a man to the test. My friend Ginger had gone to get drinks for us after showing me the pack of men waiting, undressed, for us in the back room. As I waited for her, I continued dreaming about what the experience might be like. To get a better sense, read the previous instalment. ]
Intimate Sandwich
I was sandwiched between my two men, devouring the one while the other pressed his shaft against my bottom and along the intimate canal in the center… “Mmmmnnnhh…” I focused on the sensation of that thick pole between my cheeks, trying to visualize it moving up and down, the head emerging at the top and then disappearing again… it only made me slobber and swallow Jim’s erection with greater zeal and passion…
All this sexual energy had me so hard and anxious in the front and yet utterly virginal and nervous in the back.
I wanted to be taken as a woman, and my heart was racing and I was praying to just come and have relief from the overwhelming erotic pleasure and confusion that I wasn’t sure I could stand much longer.
But there was no relief…
Are You Ready?
Jim soon guided me down towards the bed, sitting on one end with my head in his lap. I was almost in the fetal position, lying on my right side, with my left hand wrapped around his shaft, which was resting against my cheek. “Are you ready?” he whispered to me, as I felt Alex climb slowly between my legs, gently opening my knees, then straightening my left leg and placing the heel on his shoulder.
My heartbeat quickened still.
I swallowed and a barely audible “uh-huh” emerged.
It was almost a whimper, but it was done…
I’d given myself to them…
I wasn’t really sure, and much too confused to know anything, but I had been thinking about it for so long and no matter the guilt or reservations or resolutions in the past to stop, the thoughts always came back, and always made me so excited…
And these were the right guys… (I made them up myself!)
Take Me, I’m Yours
Jim caressed my neck and touched my hair as Alex started in. I felt the cold of lots of slippery gel around my opening. My right leg, slightly bent, was still on the bed, my left leg was pointing straight up to the ceiling, my black stiletto resting on Alex’s strong, tanned shoulder, my entry wide open and accessible.
He slowly pushed forward, and they both scrutinized my face for any discomfort. I was worried about the pain myself, but I was soothed so much by Jim’s attention and so utterly turned on as I thought of beautiful Alex entering me that my body welcomed him easily.
I could feel the cool sensation of his cock in a cocoon of cold lube inside me. He moved slowly at first, in and out, and I held onto Jim for dear life.
Defiantly Plundered
It took a few minutes, but once I got used to the sensation, I got my sexual moxy back. Alex, being the wonderful lover he is, was perfectly in tune with my body and sensed my increasing comfort, followed quickly by enthusiasm. He started to thrust harder and sharper, watching my response… “Oh, c’mon baby!” I implored. He rammed forcefully into me, again, and again, shaking my whole body each time… I stroked Jim to Alex’s beat, looking Alex defiantly in the eye as he split me in two…
Mercifully, finally, I’m a woman!
“Oooooohhhh! FUCK ME!!” I screamed, urgently.
“Are you insane?” Ginger scolded me as she returned with our drinks.
Reality Check
“Did I say that out loud?” I responded, bewildered, and flushed. I crossed my legs to disguise the unnatural line of my skirt. “I was thinking about how it could be, should be.”
“Y’mean the first time, Virgin Mary?”
“This better have vodka in it, babe!”
“Oh don’t worry, you’re the only virgin at this table,” she chortled.
“Not in my dreams, hon. Not in my dreams.” I smiled.
(…to be continued…)
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