0 comments/ 118069 views/ 2 favorites XXX Movies Ch. 1 By: MathGirl When I got to his bathroom, John had already lit candles and was in that huge bathtub with bubbles up to his neck. On the tile shelf by the tub he had laid out our 'picnic' from the deli; sandwiches, pickles, potato salad, potato chips. A Coke for me and some kind of yuck beer for himself. There was even a snifter of Grand Marnier for dessert. As I took off my robe and stepped into the tub, I thought about how natural it seemed to be naked with John, even that long pussy-exposed step down into the tub. I felt none of the embarrassment or shyness that would have probably been the death of me a week before. John has seen every square inch of me, even places I've never seen. Touched me everywhere, too. I'll bet he's kissed more than half of me. He sure seems to like what he sees, feels, and kisses, so there's nothing to be shy about. He's never even said anything about that darned mole on my tummy. We had a wonderful time eating in the tub, and I decided pastrami and swiss on dark rye might have taken over from sausage and pepperoni pizza as my absolutely favorite food. Well ........ lobster, steak, prime rib, and blueberry pie are right up there. Oh, barbequed ribs, too. And Dryer's Grand Pecan Praline Ice Cream. Oh, Heath Bars. Semen is kind of good, too. By the time I had eaten all my sandwich, half of John's, most of the potato salad, all the chips, my dill pickle and half of John's, and about a quart of Coke I was feeling full and satisfied. I could even feel a little bulge in my tummy. We used towels for napkins and just let the crumbs and juices fall into the water. It was messy and lots of fun. I felt a little guilty about getting all the towels dirty and dropping crumbs in the tub, but John said that's just one of the nice things about staying in a hotel, and that they got well paid for cleaning up after us. It had been a long, eventful, wonderful day, and I was feeling a little sleepy, but I had plans to give and receive lots of loving before I even considered going to sleep. John piled the wrappers, plates, and cups from our 'picnic' to one side of the shelf and gave me a sip of his Grand Marnier. I'm getting to really like this stuff. When adults drink alcohol, I don't understand why they don't always drink things that taste good, like Grand Marnier or creme de menthe. I hate the taste of beer, Wild Turkey is awful, and I'm not crazy about the sips of wine I take at dinner just to please John. That Stoli-stuff he drinks doesn't even taste, it just burns. I guess they must be adults-only things, like coffee and the IRS, whatever that is.. There are some adult things I can really appreciate, though. I'm being kissed in a very adult way, there's a very adult penis poking me in my tummy, and the feeling this is causing in my pussy sure isn't juvenile. Little girls nipples don't get big and hard like mine are getting, either. I would absolutely love to be put on that shelf and have my pussy kissed, and little girls don't think thoughts like that. If he doesn't do it pretty soon, I'm going to ask him to. Beer isn't too bad when I taste it on John's lips. We had a long, lovely kiss, and then we each leaned back on our ends of the big tub and relaxed. After a few minutes of this, I just couldn't wait any longer. I picked up a big towel from the stack on the floor, folded it double, and put it on the shelf. I guess this wasn't very subtle, but I knew what I wanted. John laughed and took the hint. He asked if I would like to sit on the shelf, to have my pussy kissed, and wasn't I getting just the least bit spoiled? I said that the answer was yes to all three questions and got up on the shelf with my legs down in the sudsy water. While John was putting a towel around my shoulders so I wouldn't get cold, I told him I knew I was being a spoiled brat, but that he had made me that way and I took no responsibility for it. He laughed and spread my legs while I giggled and raised my knees. With one foot on the shelf beside me, the other foot on John's shoulder, and my knees wide, I was really spread open. He said he never had a camera when he really needed one, and I leaned forward to pulled his head to where I wanted it. I whispered that I would be glad to let him take all the pictures he wanted of my pussy, but right now it needed kissing. I think I realized for the first time what my mom meant when she used the term 'brazen hussy.' That was me. John definitely wanted me to be a lady in public, but I could be as brazen and hussified as I wanted when we were alone. Acting like that seemed natural for me, and after only a few days of practice. I loved being John's 'lady' (although I knew I needed a lot of experience and practice at that), but when we were alone together I wanted sex, sex, sex. It was by far the most significant and wonderful thing that had ever happened to me, and I loved it. I loved being in love, being loved in return, and SEX. I think I love the giving as much as the getting. Welllllll, maybe not quite as much. I like sucking John's penis, but not as much as I like him kissing my pussy. A week ago I'd never even been really kissed. Three days ago I was a virgin. I guess math isn't the only thing I have a natural aptitude for. Going over seems to come very naturally to me. Oh, Lover, I feel like I have about a hundred orgasms built up inside me, just waiting for you to let them out! The first touch of John's warm, wet tongue between my inner lips was like magic. It changed me instantly from a giggly, playful girl into a woman who took her pleasure very seriously. He parted my inner lips with his tongue, then he sucked them in and out between his lips a few times. It felt lovely. By the time his tongue entered my vagina, my lips were well spread and I could feel my juices flowing and my entrance open in anticipation. My legs were quivering, and he asked if I was cold. I told him I wasn't at all cold, just anxious. He asked what I was so anxious for, and I told him if he licked my button a little bit, I'd show him. I guess he wanted to find out, because he started gently licking it. I could feel that big clitoris of mine swell before he even touched it. He pushed the covering back with the tip of his tongue, and I found myself already about ninety percent of the way to a climax and rapidly reaching for the other ten percent. I groaned, 'Oh, John, make me coomme!' and I was startled at how loud it was in that big tiled bathroom. It kind of echoed. I grabbed his hair with both hands and held his mouth to me as his tongue found that ultrasensitive spot on the side of my button. As I flew to the peak of my climax, he kept his tongue right there, licking very rapidly. I came so hard I yelled and squealed at my peak, and the sounds echoed. As I was coming down, all I could say was, 'oooff.' I told John that I'd be a basket case if he did any more, so he helped me slide back down into the tub. He held and kissed me until I had recovered. Maybe I've had too many orgasms today. That one really knocked me out. I asked John if he thought I'd overdone the orgasms, and he said that maybe it was the opposite. Maybe I hadn't had enough. That made me giggle. I asked John to get up on the shelf so I could suck him, and he said we should save it for later, when we went to bed. I told him I wanted a nice warm penis in my mouth, and I didn't intend to make him come, just give him pleasure. I found it kind of awkward, kneeling sideways in the tub, but I finally got fairly comfortable. I knelt there between his parted legs and made love to him, slowly and lovingly. I soon had big, warm Herman throbbing and his slippery stuff was really flowing. John seemed to like it a lot when I pushed his knees wide apart and sucked one of his testicles into my mouth and ran my tongue around it. He liked it so much that I did the other one, being very careful not to hurt him. I think I'm getting pretty good at giving my lover pleasure. I hope he gets half as much pleasure from our lovemaking as I do. I wonder if I could get them both in my mouth at the same time. Probably not, and I might hurt him if I tried. When the slippery stuff started to get sticky, I decided I'd better quit before he went over. He told me that I was getting very good at teasing him and keeping him close to coming. He warned me, though, that if I let him go just the tiniest bit too far, there was no turning back. Once he started to come, he had to continue until he was finished. I've got a lot more to learn about him, but I've never studied anything that was so much fun. I think I'd better quit, before I accidentally make him come. I have other plans for Herman, and they don't include him coming in my mouth. At least not right now. I held Herman's tip in my mouth and milked him, and I got the inside of my mouth nicely coated with a mixture of slippery and sticky stuff. John slid back down into the tub, and he kissed me before I even had a chance to wipe off my gooey lips. He didn't seem to mind. We washed and played with each other until I started to get cold, then I got dried and my nipples kissed, just the way I had learned to like it. I went to my bathroom to put on my robe and apply some Vaseline to my pussy. I wanted Miss Kitty to be ready for whatever 'punishment' big, warm Herman wanted to give her. We had been making love so much that I was always just a little bit raw, right at my entrance. When we were out in public that little irritation kept me reminded of what we had been doing and what we would soon be doing again. I liked that. I think I'm going to be a little sore for as long as John and I are together. I hope so. The Vaseline seemed to sooth the raw places and keep me ready to do it again without getting any sorer. I brushed my hair into shape, put little dabs of White Shoulders behind my ears, and went to join my lover in bed. John wasn't in bed, though. He was out in the living room or whatever you call it in a hotel. He was sitting on the couch, sipping Grand Marnier, and flipping through the channels on the TV. I joined him on the couch and got a nice kiss. I was pleased to find that he had brushed his teeth, and I couldn't taste beer on him anymore. As he channel surfed, it looked like the usual stuff. He quickly passed through a channel that looked like it was showing naked people, and I asked him to go back to it. He laughed and said it was pornography, and I was too young. I said I was old enough to do it, so I thought I was old enough to watch it. Besides, I'd seen that porno VCR tape of Dad's. He found the porno channel, and ........ well, what they showed on there made the porno video of Dad's that I'd sneaked a peek at seem pretty tame. There was no attempt to make any kind of story, it was just a bunch of short segments showing different people having sex in different ways. I was absolutely fascinated. As we watched, I wanted John and me to be doing the same things, but I also didn't want to miss anything. I would ask John a question, and as soon as he answered, I would have another one. He seemed to think most of my questions were kind of funny, but he didn't ridicule my ignorance. He had told me the difference between ignorance and stupidity and that I was definitely not stupid. I was very serious about my questions. D: Is this on regular TV, or is it just in San Francisco? We sure don't get this stuff at home. J: No (laughing). San Francisco's very liberal, but I don't think this sort of thing would be broadcast even here. They have something like this in some big hotels, but you have to ask for it. I didn't ask, so I guess they forgot to turn it off after the last guest in this room. I'm sure it's a closed circuit thing with video tapes, shown only in the hotel. I've never seen real hard-core porn like this in a hotel, though. It must be something new. I still think you're too young to be watching this stuff. D: Hah! You won't think I'm too young when I get you to bed. Was there really someone there with a video camera there taking those pictures? J: From the looks of it, there was more than one. Probably a lighting guy and a director, too. Maybe a few people just standing around, watching. Maybe a grandstand and they sold tickets. (laughing) D: How can they do that? I mean make love with people watching. J: I don't know, Sweetie. I guess they just get used to it. I wouldn't call if 'making love,' though. In this case it's just fucking and sucking with no love involved. D: Do those people get paid for ...... what they're doing? J: I'm sure they do. I don't think they would do that without getting paid for it. D: If they get paid to do it, isn't that like ........ prostitution? J. Ummmmm...... Yeah, I guess it is. I never thought about it that way. D: John, do people get ..... you know ..... turned on by watching movies like this? J: As far as I know, that's the only reason anyone would watch them. It sure isn't for the plot, the dialogue or the acting. The costumes aren't much either. (That made me giggle) D: Is that why they make them? To turn people on? J: No, Sweetie, the people who make these movies and act in them do it purely for the money. You will learn that if there is something that people are willing to spend money for, there is someone who will do it for that money. I think you'll find that it's called 'capitalism.' D: The men seem to have awfully big penises. Wow, look at the one on that guy! I'm sure glad Herman isn't that big. If he was any bigger than he is, I don't think he'd ever go into me. I know I wouldn't be able to get my mouth around him, and I love to do that. J: (Laughing again) I think having a big dick is the main reason these guys are hired for the films. We guys with average sized penises always say that size has nothing to do with pleasing a woman. (That gave me the giggles) D: Darling, when that guy's penis is inside her, the lips of that woman's pussy are really spread out. When Herman is in me, I can't see it, but when I feel with my finger it seems like even my outer lips are stretched like rubber bands and wrapped tightly around him. Will I get bigger like that? You know, get stretched out? J: Baby, you have the smallest vulva I've ever seen. I mean the part of you from top of your cleft down past the entrance to your vagina isn't more than two inches. You're really tiny down there, and I doubt you will ever get very much bigger. Well, maybe a little when you have babies. When my penis is in you, everything gets stretched and even your little lips become wrapped around me. There isn't anything extra to spread out, because everything you have is holding Herman. I wish I could find the words to tell you how good that feels to me. You have a beautifully large clitoris, and you get stretched so much that it rides right down against my penis when we make love. I think that's one of the reasons you seem to be able to get to an orgasm so easily. You're really built for orgasms, but the main reason is that you're basically a very lewd woman. (He laughed) D: (Giggling) I think I have so many orgasms because I love you so much and you're such a wonderful lover. If I'm a lewd woman, it's because you must want me that way. After all, you taught me everything I know. J: You seem to have a wonderful natural talent for being lewd when I want you to be and a lady at other times. You may have a tiny pussy, but we've managed to get your vagina stretched out to where it takes my penis perfectly. I can't imagine a pussy that looks, tastes, and feels any better than yours. It's a pussy that's custom fitted to my penis, and it's wonderful. I'm a very lucky man. You and Miss Kitty have come a long ways in just a few days. I love you, you know. (He shut me up for a little while with a lovely, long kiss with lots of tongue. My favorite kind.) D: Are those women really having climaxes? They sure sound and act like they are. J: I don't know, Baby. I have an idea that's mostly faked. I think moaning and groaning is the main part of the script for the girls. In this one, I think the sound was added later, and they didn't do a very good job. Some of the moans come when her mouth's closed. D: Well, the guys sure do have orgasms! Why do they always have to do it all over the girls' faces? I mean, I didn't mind it the time I got it in the face and hair. In fact it was kind of sexy. But that was an accident and it was just one gusher. Besides, it was my own fault. In these movies, though, they do it all the time, on purpose, and seem to want to get the maximum amount possible all over her face. Do the women really like it, or are they just acting? They get it in their hair, eyes, and even up their noses. I think it's kind of gross. No! I didn't mean for you to shut it off. I want to watch. J: (Laughing) Let's see .... I'm sure the women just consider it a part of the job and act like they enjoy having someone ejaculate all over their faces. I won't go into the psychological aspect of it, but some men get stimulated by seeing women sexually humiliated. They also like to watch women having sex. Those facial cumshots satisfy both wants. D: Don't other kinds of people watch this stuff? J: Oh, sure. Just everyday people with no particular hangups who happen to like it. I don't think there's anything wrong with pornography, and it's probably perfectly healthy. Just as long as a person doesn't get carried away with it, confuse it with real life, and it doesn't involve children. As a psychologist and marriage counselor, I've even suggested that certain couples try watching it together. It can be a way to liven up a dull marriage, something to masturbate to, or watch some of it just for fun. Like we're doing. D: Well, we aren't married and our sex life sure isn't dull. It really is kind of fun to watch, though, isn't it? Oh, yuckk! I sure don't think that's fun to watch, those two women. Oh, God, now they're kissing each other's pussy. Do you think they really like that? J: I suppose they're doing it for the camera, and because someone is paying them to pretend they like it. Lots of women really do that, though. Do you know about lesbians? D: Yeah. Some of my friends think our gym teacher is that way. They call her a dike, or something like that. One of the women was holding a plastic bullet-shaped thing, about eight inches long. What's that thing? J: (Laughing) That's called a vibrator, Diane. Ever heard of them? D: No. What does it do? J: Um ... it vibrates. Most women think it feels really good on the clitoris or in the vagina. It's used for masturbation or just for fun. It's what's called a sex toy. Would you like to try one? D: Oh, I don't think so. I've got you, Darling, and I can't imagine some plastic thing giving me pleasure like my Herman can. John, that man has his finger up ......... well ........ in that lady's ......... er, bottom. Oh, my God! Are they doing what I think they're doing? J: (Laughing) If you think he's fucking her in the ass, yeah, you're right. D: Why? Did he make a mistake and get the wrong place? Why doesn't she make him stop? It must really hurt. J: (More laughter) No, it's not a mistake. It's called anal intercourse, and some women like it. Homosexual men make love that way, you know. I guess it doesn't hurt if the person is on the receiving end is willing, used to it, and well lubricated. Would you like to try it? D: No way! I think it would really hurt. Besides, it's gross and disgusting. We don't have to do that, do we? XXX Movies Ch. 1 J: No, Sweetheart. Remember the deal we made when we decided to become lovers? We would never, ever do anything both of us didn't want to do. D: (Giggling) Well, that's a relief! John, Darling, this is very educational, but I'd rather be doing our own pornographic stuff. Can we leave the lamp on beside the bed? I want to watch in the mirror while we make love, and the candles don't give enough light I'm relieved that I don't have to do it in my ........... bottom. Herman is much too big to ever fit in there. Isn't he? ________________________________________ Diane's experiences continued in 'XXX MOVIES - Part 2' at Literotica.com Comments always welcome. Votes are nice, too. Everyone in the story over eighteen, of course XXX Movies Ch. 2 (Continued from 'XXX MOVIES - Part 1) I had been in an almost constant state of sexual arousal for a week, but watching those porno movies had really gotten me turned on. I'd had enough of watching someone else do it, and I wanted some for myself. As I slid over onto John's lap, he used the remote to turn off the TV. I put my arms around his neck, we kissed, and his hand slid inside my robe to find my nipples just waiting for his touch. Then he stood me up in front of him, opened my robe, and I let it fall to the floor. He dipped his fingertip in the Grand Marnier and spread the liqueur over one nipple It felt both cool and warm at the same time; tingly on that sensitive area. Then John circled the tipof his tongue around that swollen nipple and finally sucked it into his mouth. It felt wonderful Then he dipped his finger again and gave the same treatment to the other nipple. By the time he had gotten all the Grand Marnier off me, both my nipples had been kissed, licked, and sucked until they tingled and stuck out like little red berries. I could also feel my pussy getting wet. It felt wonderful. John stood, took me into his arms, and we shared a deep, lovely kiss, with Herman insistently poking me in the tummy. I put my hand between us to untie the belt of his robe, and reached up to slide it off his shoulders so we were standing there naked, kissing. He picked me up like I was weightless, carried me to the bedroom, and stood me up while he pulled the covers down. Herman was sticking straight out from his body and looked very inviting and eager. When John took me into his arms again, we kissed, and I used my hand to put Herman pointing up, between our stomachs. He was hot and doing a lot of throbbing, so I rubbed my tummy against him to encourage him. Ohhhh, I can hardly wait to get that hot, hard penis inside me. I hope John doesn't do that forestuff and make me wait too long. We lay down, and our bodies naturally got into the position I had come to love so much: On our sides with our heads on the same pillow, lips and tongues together, arms around each other, legs intertwined, and big, warm Herman rubbing against my tummy. I sure didn't need any foreplay, but John spent a long time kissing me, making love to my breasts with his lips, stroking my inner thighs, and finally kissing down my stomach to my mound. John's tongue found my sensitive clitoris, and he licked me until I was almost to go over. Oh, I love this, but I wish he would stop teasing me and give me what I want. He knows what I want. I loved all that kissing and petting, but what I was really wanting was to have big, warm Herman inside my pussy. It was all wonderful, but everything he did just made me want him inside me that much more. If foreplay is supposed to arouse me to want sexual intercourse, it sure works! Not that I needed any arousing. I wanted him in me before he ever started, and now I'm going to go crazy if I don't get it right now! It feels like my pussy is really gushing. Miss Kitty knows what she wants, and is she ever ready! I think I might come before he gets all the way into me. I need to be fucked, right now! John finally got between my legs, and I spread my knees wide and high to welcome him. I reached down to guide big, warm Herman, and I was quickly getting my entrance stretched. John entered me really slowly, going in a little, pulling back, going in a little more, pulling back. He was making me wait, teasing me, and I loved it. When I could finally feel John's pubic bone against mine and Herman's tip poking my cervix, I was just about to come. He held his penis very still, though, so I never actually went over, although the feel of him throbbing and jerking inside me kept me right on the brink. Then I pulled him down to me for a deep kiss, and that was all it took to get me over. I had a tight little orgasm that made me tingle all over with pleasure. There was no yelling, scratching, or any of that, and I don't think John would have even known I'd had a climax if I hadn't pulled his hair a little and moaned into his mouth. John whispered, 'Did you just come, Sweetie?' I said, 'Oh, yes, Lover. It was a sweet, gentle one. The kind that just make me want more.' He got back up onto his hands and started moving big, warm Herman slowly in and out of me. He kept this up for a long, wonderful time. Every time I opened my eyes to look up at him, I found him looking down at me. I finally asked him what he was looking at, and he said he loved to watch the expressions on my face while we made love. He thought the looks on my face left no doubt as to what was happening to the rest of my body. For some reason this was very erotic to me, and I suddenly was close to another orgasm. It's amazing. I don't know why, but when we're making love, something like kissing orJohn telling me about the expressions on my face can almost make me go over. The more experience I get, the more questions I have. It's all wonderful. I put my arms around John's neck and pulled myself up to him for a kiss. Then I reached my legs up and wrapped them around his waist and pulled the rest of my body up. John was on his hands and knees, and I was hanging from him, not touching the bed at all. This really turned me on, and I started rocking back and forth while hanging there, causing his penis to move back and forth inside me. John pushed forward to meet me when I moved, and that made Herman go nice and deep into me. Herman's shaft was sliding along my clitoris with every stroke, and my climax came over me very suddenly. As that orgasmic dam inside me burst, I used my strong legs to thrust my pussy hard up against him, fucking myself with that big, hard penis in my vagina. I had a short, very hard climax, and I could hear myself yelp at my peak and moan loudly as I slowly came down. Mmmmmmmmmm When I had come down a little, I lost all the strength that had kept me hanging from John, and I just let go and flopped back down onto the bed with an ummmpf. Unfortunately, this caused my vagina to lose Herman. Maybe that was best, though, because if he had stayed in my pussy John would have had a real climax and he would have been finished for the night. As it was, I felt something wet and warm on my stomach and looked down just in time to see John's penis give a big upwards jerk and a long, thick, white gusher of semen shot out of his little slit and down onto me. The first part of the stream landed all the way up between my breasts, and the rest left a trail down below my belly button. Wow! That's the most erotic thing I've ever seen. I didn't know it would spurt that far. I've felt him gusher in my mouth, but I've never seen it. Herman jerked again, and another gusher left a trail from my right breast down to my hip bone. I could feel some of it running down my side. This was such a turn on for me that I almost had another orgasm without even being touched. Almost. After a smaller gusher and some dribbling on my tummy, Herman was through, and I put my hand down to guide him back into my wide open pussy. He was definitely smaller and not as hard, but after a few strokes he was big, warm and wonderful inside me again. I had no experience with having semen all over me, so I just did what seemed natural: I scooped some up with two fingers and sucked them clean. Really thick. Sweeter than it was this afternoon. The sweetest I've ever tasted. Must be from the Grand Marnier he was drinking. No, I don't think so. How could something he drank affect the taste of his semen? I pulled John down to me for a kiss, and he seemed to be as hungry for it as I was. He didn't even seem to mind that my lips were cummy and that I had semen all over the front of me. He lowered himself onto me, moved around, and smeared it all over the front of both of us, our mouths never parting. That was a really big turn on for me, and I nearly went over again. Wow! Things like watching John gush semen on me or rubbing it all over us can almost bring me to a climax. Even a kiss when I'm close can put me over. Just something he says. There's a lot more to orgasms than just what's happening to my button and pussy. The more sex we have, the more I find out I don't know. Boy, do I ever love learning! John turned us on our sides with my leg under his waist. We shared long, deep kisses while big, warm Herman moved slowly and wonderfully in and out of me. After a lovely long time of gentle stroking in and out, kissing, and murmuring, John pulled Herman out of me and got to his knees. He told me to get on my hands and knees. I remembered seeing women on the porno movies doing that, so I did as I was told and got onto my hands and knees. I thought of the way dogs do it. Unfortunately, moving like that somehow forced the air out of my vagina and there several short, loud, awful farting sounds. Brrrrrrrt brrrrt brrrrrrrt John took my hips with his hands and lifted my back end to suit him, then he plunged Herman into me. I guess my vagina had filled with air again, because John's penis going into me caused another long, loud, wet noise as the air was forced out of me. I was embarrassed, and I giggled, but John laughed and said that 'pussy farts' were just a part of lovemaking. Pussy farts. That really sounds gross! It feels kind of good in a sexy way when it happens, though. I guess it's nothing to be embarrassed about, but I sure wish it didn't sound so awful. After John had my hips positioned the way he wanted them, he put one arm under my waist to hold my back end high. He used the other hand to push down between my shoulder blades and told me to lower my front end. I went down to my elbows, but he wanted me down further, so I ended up with only my face, breasts, and knees touching the bed. I had to get rid of the pillow and lay with my cheek on the matress. I felt kind of embarrassed being in that position with my ..... uh .... my anus on display. I also missed being able to watch John as we made love, but I got a nice side view in the mirror. I watched John slide big, warm Herman into me, and he went deep. In that position, the tip of his penis was going to places inside me that had never been touched before. When I felt stretched almost to the breaking point, John slowly kept pushing even deeper. Oh, my God! If he goes any deeper something's going to break. This is scary. I'm afraid he's really going to hurt me. Ohhhhhhh, it feels wondderfuullll! I was in a panic, and I cried out for John to be careful, he was going to hurt me. He responded this by taking my hips in his hands and pulling me up and back while he plunged his penis into me. I felt a brief stab of pain and I had the feeling that something kind of give way deep inside me, like what happened when John popped my cherry, but a lot farther up. It felt like something went crunch. Then John was lifting my back end completely off the bed and starting fucking me hard and deep. I guess whatever had happened up in there made more room for Herman, because he was slamming into me with long, hard, deep strokes, but it didn't hurt anymore and I loved it. Every time he went full-length into me, my pussy was being stretched and battered, and I it was wonderful! Our bodies went smack, smack, smack as they came together, and I loved it, loved it, loved it. I had my arms out and my hands braced against the headboard of the bed so I could push back when John thrust forward and make sure I got rammed hard. It also kept me from getting my head banged into the headboard. I was just on the verge of the biggest orgasm anyone had ever had when he lowered my hips and started moving more slowly. I had been so close to a real monster climax that I sort of stayed close to the edge. After John had stroked slowly in and out of me for a while, I was able to back away from the brink of that huge climax that never quite happened. I was just drifting along in the wonderful bliss of being made love to. After being in that position for a while I decided it wasn't so embarrassing after all, and it gradually seemed to be perfectly natural and wonderful. It would have been even better if we had been able to kiss. John pulled his penis out of me and slid it back and forth in the crack of my behind several times. At first it felt weird, then it felt kind of good, then I definitely liked it. By the time he put Herman back where he belonged I had a well lubricated crack. I felt John's finger feeling around my ...... umm .... my anus, and I clenched it tight. I didn't want him putting his finger up in there. When he took his finger away, I let it relax, and. the next thing I knew, he had a fingertip up ..... up my....... well, up my ass. I clenched tight, and he told me very sternly to relax my anus. I guess I had become accustomed to obeying him immediately, because I actually did relax it. I yelled, 'Oh, John, don't .............................. Ohhhhh,' and I had the full length of what seemed to be a huge finger all the way up in my rectum, and no amount of anus clenching was going to remove it. He held his finger there and started fucking me again, and the pleasure of that sort of took my mind off of that finger .... back there. He whispered several times for me to relax the muscle, and I really tried. At first, every time I tried to relax my muscle it felt like I was going to .....have an accident, so I clenched. I knew I wasn't, though, so I kept trying to relax. Finally I got the hang of it, and I found that, as long as my anus was relaxed, having his finger in my rectum wasn't uncomfortable. John moved his finger around in there a little, and I actually started to feel some pleasure. He pulled his finger out a little, then put it back all the way in, and I sort of liked that. Then he would slowly pull the finger almost all the way out, then slide it back in. It got to feel pretty good. Then he would pull the finger out as he slid Herman deep into my pussy and slide the finger in as he pulled his penis back. He never pulled his finger out all the way, just slid it back and forth. The regular finger in-Herman out, Herman in-finger out started feeling very good. He slowly increased the speed, and I felt the beginnings of an orgasm building from what his penis was doing in my vagina. Much to my surprise, I was getting the same feelings from my ... um....... behind. Oh, my God! It's like I'm being ........ well, like I'm being fucked twice! If he keeps this up, I'm going to go over. I wonder which one is going to push me over, Herman or finger, pussy or .......... bottom. John started fucking me harder and faster and sliding his finger in and out in rhythm with the strokes of his penis. I heard him moan, 'Ohhhh, Baby, I'm going to come.' Then he started slamming his penis into me, keeping his finger stroking at the same time. This was enough to burst the dam inside me. Boy did it ever burst! It shattered, blew up, disintegrated, exploded. My brain was getting waves of orgasm from my vagina and my behind at the same time, and I just lost all control. I heard myself scream as the full force of my climax hit me. Not just a little yelp, either. Eeeeooooowwwwww I was experiencing the incredible ecstacy of an orgasm, but I screamed like I was being murdered. Then my teeth clenched, those red and yellow lights flashed inside my eyes, huge bells rang in my head BONG BONG BONG, both feet started cramping, and I pushed back with my hands as hard as I could to keep from being driven right through the wall by the force of John's thrusts. I could hear myself grunt every time John slammed into me, and I sort of shrieked between grunts. I was at a height of an orgasm and at a peak where I had never been before. It just went on, and on, and on. There was no coming down from my peak. My overloaded mind only had one thought: I'm going to die, and I don't care. I just want this to go on forever. I'll die in ecstacy. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Then everything was black and silent. ________________________________________ Diane's next new experience? Read 'Three O'clock in the Morning' by MathGirl at Literotica.com Comments always welcome. Votes are nice, too. Everyone in the story over eighteen, of course.