0 comments/ 60600 views/ 0 favorites My Introduction By: jamiesecret I was just a girl cruising the Internet for her master. Well I wasn't a girl at all; I was a guy in drag… I advertised on the Internet as a novice TV looking for a master. I got much more than I ever bargained for. I have been cross-dressing since puberty. My friends and I lived near a college, and one day we found a pair of panties on the ground near a dormitory. My friends tossed them around and made up stories about how they got there. The stories they made up had my young mind on fire with fantasies. Later that evening, I returned to where we had left the panties, I pretended to walk along and I casually picked them up and put them in my pocket. I was terrified that someone would see me touching a woman's panties. When I got home I was overwhelmed by the desire to examine them. When I pulled them out I realized that they had a distinct smell to them. As I touched them I was overwhelmed by how soft and smooth they were. I was overwhelmed by the desire to feel what a girl felt when she was wearing panties. I undressed and slowly pulled the panties upward… As I stood there wearing the panties I looked into the mirror, my little penis got hard as I stared at my self in the mirror. The panties were a silky yellow nylon, and they felt incredible. I started touching my cock through the silk and I felt a strange sensation. I lay down on the bed and kept touching myself; a weird feeling was coming over me. I had never felt this way before, as I touched myself, I thought that I might pee myself. I didn't care if I would pee; I just wanted to keep doing this. I suddenly let loose with what I would soon realize was my first orgasm! I had always liked girls; I was completely humiliated to realize that I had my first orgasm dressed like one. As I reflected on this situation, I wondered what it would be like if someone caught me dressed like this. What would my friends do if they found me all dressed like a girl, getting off on it? Perhaps they would just see me as a slut needing what a slut needs. Perhaps they would make me be like a girl, holding me down, pushing their cocks in my mouth… I had a lot of fantasies like this. I began trying to steal girls' underwear. Once when I was staying the night at a friend's house, I idly looked in his hamper. Right on top I found his sisters underwear. But it was different than anything I had seen before. Most girls our age wore white cotton briefs and bras. My friends' sister however, was older by five or six years. What I found in the hamper were definitely sex clothes. I found a black bra and bikini panties, along with a garter belt and stockings! I decided to steal the panties, but I just had to put all the clothes on. I was shaking from excitement and fear. My friends' sister was a tall athletic woman, and her clothing fit me snugly as they went on. I smoothed the stockings up my legs first, followed by the garter belt. Then came the panties, I thought I would pass out as I pulled them up. As I put on the brassiere, I looked in the mirror; once again I was extremely excited to see a slutty girl. I took some socks out of the hamper to complete the transformation. I don't know how much time transpired, but suddenly someone was hammering on the door! "C'mon dumbass I need to go"! Shouted my friend. Oh my God, I was caught, I realized that I was standing in my friends' bathroom in woman's underwear. I freaked out as I tried to pull everything off at once. The panties were fouling everything up by being on the outside. I yelled to my friend to hang on, as I tried to get my clothes on. My friend must have heard my struggles, as I tried to switch my clothes he said, "what are you doing jerking off"? I finally finished dressing and opened the door. Luckily, he did have to go bad and didn't notice my mortification. I did notice his sisters' underwear hanging out of the hamper though. As my friend pissed, I realized that I wasn't wearing my underwear at all, I was still wearing panties! In my haste to unhook the garter belt, I had left the panties on! My friend finished and joined me in the hall, teasing me about my red face, certain that I had been jerking off. I was freaking out in my head wondering where my underwear had gone. I decided I would wait an hour to go back to the bathroom. After an hour I went and retrieved my underwear. I changed very quickly so that my friend would not come looking for me. I was afraid he would see the small lump that his sisters' panties made in my pocket… I was very careful for a long while after this. My brother knew I dressed but didn't ever bring the subject up. One day he got a baby-sitting job down the street. I was sitting home when he called me to come over. When I got there, he told me he wanted to show me something after the kids went to bed. He called me from the upstairs several minutes later. When I got upstairs, he motioned me into the master bedroom. He had been snooping and found a whole collection of marital aids in the underwear drawer of the kids mother. He pulled one big rubber cock out and said, "this is what you want, right up the ass". I just stared; a he had never made reference to this before. I was stunned, but he had a big grin on his face, and I realized that he was joking with me. I held up a bra to myself and said, "yeah, I want to be your sex slave". We busted out laughing and put the stuff away. Two weeks later my brother was again baby-sitting for the same family; He told me to stop by if I was bored. When I got there another friend of his was already sitting on the couch. We watched a movie for awhile, until I said I needed to pee. I went upstairs and decided to detour to the bedroom. I went right for the under wear drawer. As I stuffed a pair of panties in my pants I heard the door open… "PUT THOSE BACK RIGHT NOW"!! Said a voice. It was my brother and his friend standing at the door. I almost peed my pants. My brother and his friend were laughing their asses off at me. I got really pissed and left to walk home, my brothers' friend decided to come with me. As I walked I began to cry, I told my friend that no one knew about this, and he was nice about it and said that he wouldn't tell anyone. I had not heard a word until a week later, when my brothers' friend called me on the phone. He was baby-sitting (different house) and told me to stop by. When I got there I found out that he wasn't baby-sitting, he was house-sitting. He had me in and started asking me questions about my sexual fantasies. He told me to answer all of his questions if I wanted him to keep my secret. After he questioned me for awhile, he told me that he wanted to see me dressed as a hooker. He told me to go up to the bedroom and find some clothes to wear. I was shaking as I climbed the stairs. When I reached the bedroom I found the dresser of the couple who owned the house. I opened the dresser and was dismayed to find that the fat woman that lived here had ugly underwear. My new friend came up behind me and was angry to find me still dressed as a boy. He told me that I had better get some girl clothes on fast. I whined because the fat woman's didn't turn me on' clothes, He told me he didn't care because this was about him! He told me to be ready in five minutes. I was very scared but I quickly put some clothes on. My friend returned, coming up behind me and rubbing his crotch on my ass. He had an erection and was rubbing it on my ass. He asked me what I would do to keep my secret safe. I told him that I would be his sex slave and asked him what he wanted me to do. He turned me around and told me to undress him. As I helped him with his clothes I could feel his cock rubbing against me As I pulled my new masters pants off, he grabbed me lightly by the neck, forcing me to my knees. He told me that a good slave needs to suck cock on her knees. He held me down and told me to start sucking his dick. I started licking his dick, but found that I didn't like the taste of his cock. I told him that I didn't like this and wanted to go home. He slapped me lightly and said that it was time to get on the bed or else. He told me to get on the bed and grab the headboard with my hands. When I had done this he got on top of my chest and straddled me. He started slapping me with his erect cock. He told me to say that I loved being a hooker, and that I wanted to suck cock. He told me to beg for his cock. He then started feeding me his cock. He told me to suck it down to the root. I kept gagging but he kept pushing it into my mouth. He would pull it out and slap it on my face, then continue to fuck my mouth. He started to push faster and grabbed my head in his hands, starting to fuck my mouth harder He then told me to take one hand and grab his balls. He pulled his cock out and started yanking it furiously. He told me, "lick my balls slave". His hand was hitting my face on every downstroke, as I licked his balls. He slid forward and suddenly his ass was on my mouth. He said, "lick it bitch". His ass came down and was cutting off my air; couldn't push him off because I had no leverage. So I started licking his ass. I only licked for a minute when he slid back and slammed his cock back in my mouth. He continued to jerk off as I sucked the head into my mouth. Suddenly he pulled out and started shooting his jizz all over my face! He covered my face with cream and blinded me in the process. He was shaking with his orgasm, and started laughing saying, "you are one ugly whore". He told me that he wanted to see me shoot, and that he wouldn't let me go until I had. He told me that I had one minute to jerk off or he would fuck my ass. I tried hard to jerk off, but my eyes were burning and I was nervous so I couldn't get off. He told me that I would have to get off like a girl, while I was being fucked. He told me to grab the headboard again. He took some of the fat womans nylons and tied my hands to the corners. After that he got a rag and wiped my eyes. He told me he wanted me to see again. He took the rag covered in semen and pushed it in my mouth. He told me he would be right back. When my brothers friend came back in the room I saw he was holding some things in his arms. He told me to close my eyes. When he told me to open my eyes, I saw that he had a polaroid camera in his hands. My new master laughed as he took the first picture. He told me to look at him or the next picture would be me with the dogs cock in my mouth. He next took a bottle of lotion and squirted it on my stomach area, and took a picture. He told me to pull my legs back up to the headboard. My master then took a big handful of lotion and put it all over my cock and ass. As my master began to work the lotion into my ass, I popped a fresh boner. Soon he was pushing his finger into my ass. He told me I really was a girl, because I got off by being fucked. He pulled the gag out of my mouth, and told me to beg him to fuck me. He began fucking me with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. I had never felt anything like this, I was shaking with humiliation, fear, and lust. As I started to orgasm, my master took his hand off my cock and grabbed the camera. He shot two pictures of my own jizz hitting me in the face as his finger fucked me. It looked like I was coming from the finger fucking only! My master told me it was lucky he wasn't a faggot or he would have fucked my ass with his cock. He then told me he was going to leave me tied up for the couple that owned the house. My master returned a few minutes later, and untied me. He told me that if I ever said a word, he would show every one the pictures he took. He told me that if he ever wanted me again that I would do whatever he said. I lived in fear of him for several years, though he never made me do anything again. My Introduction Well here it goes. I have thought about this for some time, but now I have decided to just go ahead and go for it. After reading stories here at Literotica for many years, I have decided to submit my own. But my stories are different from many of the others read here. The difference is that mine are real. I started exploring my sexuality at a young age. I have done many things, and have always been open about them all. Now I am going to be open with all the people here. But, sadly, my first several years can't be written about because of the rules here, but everything after I turned 18 will be written , about here. On a happy note though, I don't think the censors here will mind my giving a brief description of myself and a short recounting of my early experiences. I am 25 years old. From Nashville Tennessee. I am bisexual, but, sorry guys, I prefer women. No need to worry though we can still have some fun together. I have long been into group sex. It is something I tried young, and still enjoy to this day. Some may call me a slut, but I have no regrets. I have had sex with many, many, many people. Don't think to ask me of a number, I can't count that high. I enjoyed nearly every encounter I have had, and I am looking to have many more. I first realized how great it felt to touch myself when I was quite young. It was also about that time that I first noticed I was attracted to both men and women, but due to my very strict Southern, Christian upbringing I ignored part of that for some time. I enjoyed my fingers for several years until I first had sex with my first of two boyfriends. He was terrible. I was frightened (which is a fact you will find odd when you read my later stories). And even if I could recount the story to you here, I wouldn't. It wasn't any good, and it isn't worth telling. But there were a few moments of pleasure in there that has gotten me on the way to where I am now. I kept that boyfriend around for a few more months. We practiced a lot together and we got better together. But I wanted something more. Something better. So I cheated on him with another guy at my school. He was older, more experienced, better. Most importantly, he was open to experimentation. He showed me things and taught me things I wouldn't have learned with my boyfriend. It was with him that I first was able to experiment with another woman. It was also with him that I was first with two men at the same time. Soon enough I had done just about everything in the sexual world that there is to be done. Men, women, groups of every size. I loved it all. There was one thing that I hadn't yet gotten to experience. A married couple. It was about this time that I started meeting people online. Mostly women, but occasionally men as well. One day a woman in her early 30's messaged me. We talked for a while and we agreed to meet. It was at a local coffee shop that she told me real reason why she messaged me. She and her husband enjoyed sharing young women. Since a man and a woman at the same time was nothing new for me, and I was intrigued by the idea of being shared with a couple like that, I quickly said yes. For several years after that I used the internet to find people to have sex with. Mostly couples. I found the internet is best because I can meet people that I wouldn't know in my regular life. This was very important when I was in school and still living with my parents. If they had known what I was up to, they would have been none too pleased. And If the other kids at my school had known what I was doing, then I would have had a terrible reputation. So I had two boyfriends when I was in school. The first one was too religious. He enjoyed sex with me, but wasn't adventurous. My second one was slightly more open, but not enough for me. He enjoyed two women at once, but refused to share me with another man. This didn't make me too happy. But I kept him around for a while for appearances sake. When I was a junior he was a senior, and when he graduated I finally broke up with him. That was the last time I had a boyfriend. Since then I have had a couple girlfriends, but none has been permanent, and none have lasted too long. I do hope you will enjoy my stories. Since my stories can't be about me before I turned 18, I think my first story will be about how I celebrated my 18th birthday. Stay tuned and feel free to write me and tell me what you think of my adventures. Love you all, Christine My Introduction into Bisexuality Having worked as a rep in the hair care products industry for a couple of years you might imagine that I've met and seen a number of interesting people. I found salon owners to be, for the most part, pretty bright and some very charismatic. One particular customer of mine was a couple who owned a top rate full service salon in Lansing. As a customer of mine for just a couple of months my responsibility was to give their entire staff a clinic, a demonstration or our entire product line. I did so one hot summer evening after their shop had closed. As I was giving the informal demo, cocktails and munchies flowed before, during and after (that I had provided) to help create a most comfortable selling situation. (That would be the norm in this industry). After the meeting, probably 11ish, the owners invited me to their home, along with another employee of theirs, for an even more 'informal' and 'intimate demonstration', as it was put to me. The thoughts of spending time with a very attractive couple and a woman who I had flirted with on a couple of occasions got my attention immediately. The owners, Frank and Liz were, as I said very attractive. Both in their mid to late forties. Liz, about 5'8 very curvy top and bottom, red/brown hair and blue eyes. Frank wasn't tall but in shape and was probably what most women considered sexy. Elaine, their head stylist, was very tall, dark hair and eyes, long legs, runway model type, but with an ass that curved out in a way that said, cum bend me over and fuck me... As we were about to depart for their home, Elaine got a call and begged out, disappointingly. Liz, standing next to me, gave my arm a firm squeeze and asked, if I would still join them for some fun, as she put it. Doing so with a wink that had my mind going into many directions. Following the two of them in my car we arrived at their large and beautiful home and went directly to a tastefully decorated den with a wet bar and a couple of comfortable couches. Frank making small talk about business and pouring drinks, Liz sitting very close to me on the couch while talking about how she had wished that Elaine could have come along to join us. While talking with her hands would brush my arm or thigh while making a point. I found this all to be a very precise and provocative program in the works and was enjoying it very much. Little did I know how provocative it was soon to be. While I've been with several older woman before, (I think I was 22 or 3 at this time within this job stint) my mind was whirling at what was going on here, and how Frank seemed right at ease with how his wife was flirting with me. He had also made a couple of comments to me about how 'hot' Liz looked tonight(earlier at the shop) and asked if I had thought the same. My response was a restrained affirmation. I wasn't ignorant to the fact that this could all be a stage for some very interesting adult activity. After more small talk about some of their employees and some serious sexual innuendo, I can't remember exactly how we got to the next interesting chapter. We were talking about my previous job as a Rep for a dress manufacturer and how I had to 'hire' a model to accompany me to the local show down at Cobo Hall to model the line for that season, all day during my sales appointments at my booth. Liz jumped into that and said that she had modeled for a rep in the industry much the same way years back but it was a lingerie line. I mentioned how she must have been a big hit for her rep, with the voluptuous figure she had, as well as a great 'come hither' look about her. We all laughed as the drinks we're still being poured... This is where my memory of detail gets a little foggy for a moment but then will kick right in...Sitting on the couch talking to Frank about his wife, who had left the room for something or another, he was telling me some very intimate details of how she great she was at fellating him (I distinctly remember him using that word) and how she was able to take his ample cock all the way down her throat without a problem and loved doing so. Now at this point I did realize he had a lot to drink and the vibrato had to be talking. I remember making some kind of positive 'guy thing' to say and told him how much I envied him... At that point, almost on cue, Liz walked back into the den. She looked sooooo fucking hot! She had changed into a red sheer baby doll top, red sheer thong with nude thigh hi's and red heels. Nothing more. The lace across the bottom of the baby doll came to just above her stockings showing her alabaster white thighs and just covering, what appeared to be, her shaved pussy. The room went silent when she entered. After pulling my tongue from my lap and back into my mouth, I glanced at Frank only to see a smirk and a nod as he was looking at his very sexy and bold wife. It was her voice that broke the awkward silence, So Jeff, do you think I'd still be a big hit in the lingerie modeling department?' I found out quickly that was rhetorical as Frank spoke out, 'Why don't you show him, Liz'. At that she walks slowly over to the middle of the couch where I'm sitting, aside from the chair that Frank was sitting in, and stops in front of me. Her hands on her hips with a sultry look in her eyes. I'm looking at her large brown nipples, back up to her dazed blue eyes then down again to see, through her sheer thong, that her pussy is almost completely shaved except for a little reddish tuft of hair just above her luscious slit. Looking down and admiring her shapely thighs and calf's to her very sexy red heels my cock was jumping within my pants, big time. Without saying a word, she sits on my lap, legs together and across mine, wraps both arms around my neck and plants hers lips onto mine. I willingly open my greedy mouth and seek out her tongue, my hands moving across her shapely figure with abandon, my brain too into the scene to even think about what Frank might be thinking. My one hand on her sexy ass as another is grouping her tits, teasing her nipples. Her tongue sliding in and out of my mouth, like a piston, which, remembering at the time, was rather different in a hot frenchkiss. I'm sucking on her tongue as she shifts around so that she's straddling my hips with her stockinged thighs. The only noise in the room was that of heavy breathing and wet kissing and licking as I've move to suck on the one breast that she has in her hand, offering it to me like a gift, to play and tease at my choosing. Then back and forth I move my face between each nipple, both of my hands kneading them while alternating sucking them both under her sheer gown. Her hands had then found there way into my crotch, grabbing, squeezing and groping the huge bulge that has formed in my slacks. Reaching up to grab the back of her head I pull her face and lips back on to mine wanting to paint her tonsils with my deft tongue. My body was on fire!!! At this point my shirt is flying off and her hands are unbuckling my pants as our lips are still locked. My one hand around her neck, the other between her thighs, fingering her soaking wet pussy lips and erect clit. Finally she's freed my throbbing cock from its confines. I can remember the cool air of the room on my hard, hot cock and within a second she slides down in a kneeling position before me, her face in my lap looking up at me with a devilish grin, her tongue sticking out and began licking the underside of my velvet mushroom head. Licking and swirling over and around my engorged almost purple colored head. Using her hands to stroke my thick shaft as her tongue moved in a way to insert itself into my slit and dig for my salty pre cum treat she wants and needs to taste. As her one hand reaches below to squeeze and pull on my sac her mouth then opens wide to surround my wide head in its entirety, filling her cheeks with hard man flesh. Ahhhhhh, I exhale as I'm watching every move of her face, lips and mouth. Her talented lips and mouth dive down further as Liz trys to take my entire unit in one swallow, half choking for a moment, then with perseverance, her oral channel opens to allow her lips to meet the base of my rod, her lips against my cropped pubic hairs, my hard, thick cock completely within the depths of her throat. Then out of what seemed like another world I look up and hear Frank moan with pleasure, as unknown to me at the moment, sitting in another chair off to the side of the room completely naked and stroking his cock. I completely forgot he was there for the moment, really didn't think about his presence at the time. I was too startled to comprehend the situation at first. He's watching his wife suck my cock while playing with his off in the corner. Liz noticing my distraction, reached up to run her hand across my chest as if to say don't worry, just get into it, and then increases her sucking and stroking of my cock to a point that has my mind on nothing else. I then reach down to grab her thick auburn mane and move her head as I please up and down my shaft. She looks up with half a smile curled from the ends of her mouth and tongue licking along side my pole and I push her head down further so that her lips are sucking and pulling on my hairless scrotum. Licking and teasing my bloated balls with my hand firmly moving her face from side to side across them. I can see that this form of control I've displayed has her excited in that her one hand is now between her thighs, her fingers moving frantically back and forth across her clit. I can hear her breathing heavy and jerking her hips in a grinding motion as I pull her head back on top of my shaft and force it down her throat. Her fingers now moving in and out of her flowing cunt at rapid pace as move my hips and controlling hands in unison with my cock, in and out of her mouth. She begins to tremble as my cock pistons in and out of her mouth, looking up at me for a moment then closing her eyes she let's out a yelp, then another, her fingers frantically moving around her clit, her mouth never leaving my thick meat. She's cumming while sucking my cock! I'm erotically intoxicated and in awe of this. It's happening too fast, Frank's in the corner still moaning and stroking his long cock, Liz sucking my cock and fingering herself to a mind blowing orgasm.... Still stroking my cock with one hand, face on my thigh, breathing heavily, she looks up and reaches for me to pull her upon my lap, and as she straddles my hips, cock brushing her engorged pussy lips, she wraps her arms around me and sucks my lips into her mouth with a purpose. I can taste my precum on her lips, while reaching around to squeeze her sexy ass cheeks firmly. I'm thinking I want this woman's pussy riding my cock. But noooooo, she has other plans. With my cock as hard as nails and balls ready to explode she pulls from our lip lock to kneel back on the floor and pulls me by my legs so that I slide into the middle of the floor, on my back. I'm thinking that she wants to ride my stiff flesh. Standing up and over me she is the tower of erotica. Hair messed in a devilish sexy way, eyes glossed over and smirk on her face. She states that it's my turn to please her, and with that she steps forward with heels astride my shoulders and then kneels down upon my face, her red flamed pussy still puffed from her direct finger stimulation inches from my lips. She reaches for the back of my head and pulls it toward her center and says 'Your turn to eat me, Jeff'.... With that I reach around her sexy, curvy hips and grab her soft globes and pull her dripping wet center closer to my hungry face. I begin licking her swollen pink labia and sucking her erect clit like a man possessed. As a conesouir of cunnilingus I alternate licking and sucking and try to sense a feel of what her body responds to, what satisfies her immediate wanton needs. You should know that in this time in my life oral sex was what got me to my most satisfying erotic highs, both giving and receiving. Darting my tongue in and out of her flowing wet pussy has my cock rock hard, getting into part of what really turns me on. Hearing her moan with pleasure and voice encouragement I could hardly notice that the lower half of my body was suddenly cool, as my pants had been slid completely off and a warm, moist pressure applied to my erect and venerable muscle. Not being able to see or even move to notice where or how the source of my immediate pleasure was coming from. Interrupting, momentarily, my concentration on Liz's juicy pussy my thoughts were all over..."Did Elaine return to make a surprise entrance and begin sucking or straddling my hard thick cock for her entertainment? When did she get here? My God! does that feel sinsational!!...... Then, in just as quick a moment as the first thoughts raced thru my narrow (at the moment) erotic mind, the perverse thoughts and visuals of Frank being the source of my sudden fulfilling erotic pleasure filled my brain. Yes, That had to be it! It was Frank, who had been planning this all along with Liz's help and, I'm sure, slutty pleasure, to take me into they're cave of dark debauchery. I must admit that the thoughts of a 3some came to me the moment Liz winked at me back at the shop and thoughts of a mmf did pass, ever so briefly, through my head. Although I don't know why as this would be the first time I've been in such a situation. But all of this passed thru my head in milliseconds as I continued feeding the hunger and passion at the tip of my tongue. Liz was hot and nasty, sensing that I had felt Frank's oral assault on my throbbing cock, and started to taunt me by telling me that I was her toy and to keep 'eating my cunt' as she put it while telling her husband to 'suck his hard cock, Frank, take him hot and deep!' The entire scene was almost surreal to me. I absolutely loved this incredibly hot, mature woman's shaved pussy being pushed and pulled into my hungry mouth while having the 'nasty' feeling going thru my head as my cock was being expertly 'fellated' by a man! How wonderful and erotically deviant to be a part of this debauchery. I had died and gone to hell for this moment, selling my 'good catholic soul' for this night of undeniable hedonistic pleasure. With Liz commanding my talented tongue and lips for her pleasure and me at this point grinding my hips and stiff manmeat into Frank's willing mouth the room was spinning with eroticism. With all in a constant motion of euphoria, Liz lifts her wet, raw pussy from my face and moves aside so that I get my first look at her husband's head and attached mouth working his orals skills on my hard cock. Between looking at and feeling him take me deep and all of the way down his throat and looking up at Liz watching him with glazed eyes, I was so close to coming. But Liz had other plans. As she moved to join Frank in licking my balls and stroking my rod into his mouth. My euphoria rose to a new highest level. The feeling of two experienced mouths, tongues and sets of lips devouring my tool was an erotic scene for the ages. In my most creative sexual imagination this was never a dream until now, and I'm living it. I loved the entire raw, sexual and nastiest elements of the whole thing and didn't want it to stop! How to be wanted and pleased by these two sexually attractive people and joining them within our own deep and dark world of deviant sexual pleasure was beyond words. Liz looked so fucking hot, kneeling on all fours, her profile facing me as I could see her round derriere sticking up and her full tits flowing from her chest while licking, sucking and feeding my cock to her husband in now just her red heels and thigh hi's. Her husband willingly mouthing my manhood while stroking his own, longer version, looking, I remember, very hot in a nasty, forbidden way to me. My mind was reeling when she moves his head aside and with her hand not leaving the base of my pole, moves her stockinged thighs astride my hips, her moist bare pussy lips poised just above my cock and looks at Frank as he stands up beside her with his shaft pointed at her face. Liz grabs it and strokes him while sliding mine deep into her wet tunnel. What a sight! My own porn movie with me as one of the stars of this hedonistic show! I reach up to play with her full tits and finger her nipples as she lets go of Frank to bend down to plant her lips on mine. Feeling her hips grind against my groin with her tongue down my throat I can feel her(?) hand squeezing my full balls. Ummmm, my passion was in over drive. Up and down she slid her opening over my rock hard muscle. After what seemed like just moments she pulls her lips from mine and we both look to the side to hear and see where Frank is kneeling next to our heads. His long, hard cock in his hand only inches from our faces. Seeing another man's cock in a way that was totally new to me. Not only different in that it was hard and excited, different from all of the 'soft' men I had seen throughout my life in the health clubs and in school locker rooms. This was me in an incredibly sexually excited state and at this point all I saw was more opportunity for sexual pleasure. Looking up at Liz, a smirk on her face, she had sensed my slight hesitation in our actions and took his cock in her hand and pulled him between our faces and began to lick along the shaft pushing it down into onto my willing lips to lick as well. At that point Frank lets out a long grown of pleasure and grabs the back of my head and turns it so that the velvet mushroom head is now directly pointed at my lips. Liz backs her mouth off and guides her husband as I open wide to pull his member into my mouth, a man's hard cock into my mouth for the first time in my life! With all caution to the wind, I suck and allow his cock to penetrate my mouth. Liz now kneels up with her pussy still pumping my cock and while watching this young stud suck her husband's long cock. What a sight it must have been. A true bisexual scene in creation for the first time in this young man's life. My head turned and now ambitiously using my oral talents in a new and darkly erotic way. My head was spinning with pleasure as I was going thru all of the different things in my mind, such as.... How un-masculine this very macho guy must look with a cock in his mouth, how hot my loins were that I'd do anything to continue this erotic high, and even more to the point, how incredibly dark and nasty it felt to be the in the center of all of this debauchery in one way and another. I wanted to feel this new and exciting way to satisfy my oral cravings and being able to do so with a hot sensual and sexual woman sucking my cock to it's limits with her talented pussy. The room was filled with the sounds of sexual rage and the aroma of sweat and sexual juices. I was sucking, or more likely, being fucked, for all it was worth. My tongue familiar with what would make me feel pleasure and duplicating that as best I could. Now, my hand was stroking him into my mouth, licking along it's side and sucking him as deep as I could without gaging. My neurotic erotic brain was focused on how this wonderful, nasty feeling was overwhelming all of my straightforward upbringing and not caring for the moment how it looked or seemed. I wanted pleasure and was having all of it in all of this. Liz looked so hot as I caught her eyes in that now familiar fog of delirium. Her shapely torso and bouncing breasts looking every bit the slut I wanted taking my cock at the moment. My balls were ready to explode and I knew it was just a matter of time. I also knew that when I do cum they, Liz and Frank, could lose some of their power of suggestion as to what they wanted from me. I knew that right now I'd participate in almost any form of crude, erotic debauchery to keep this high..Thinking that, I didn't want to come for hours... My Introduction into Bisexuality Hearing Liz's encouragement to 'suck him deeper, Jeff' and hearing Frank begin to groan with pleasure that only another man might know, I could tell things were about to blow. My own balls, surprising to me, lasting much longer that usual (alcohol induced, I'm sure) were rumbling beneath her talented vaginal maneuvers and were ready to explode. I'm stroking his cock in and out when Liz reached down to pull him out and bending down, joined me in my orally obsessive actions. Taking her husband's long cock deep between her wanton lips. Deeper within her throat than I and that left me to reach for and suck on his shaved balls while she worked his hard flesh. Still astride my hips and bouncing her pussy up and down my meat, milking it for the release that was soon to cum. I could feel Frank's nads expand in between my lips as I sucked one than another into my mouth feeling this strange, new sensation against my tongue. My own balls couldn't take this high any longer. That's when Frank began to shake, his cock held steady between his wife's lips, then pulling her mouth off his rod and running her lips along side. Frank grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face to the head of his long cock and pushed the tip to my lips. Liz backed away and concentrated on fucking my cock for all it was worth, humping me in a frenzy knowing what was about to come. His cock was no sooner entering my open, sucking mouth, than he started to roar with the sound of trumpets and jerked his hips forward sending his Hard, Long Cock deeper into my throat spilling his warm salty seed into my mouth. Causing my own cock to bounce up and pump my stream of cum deep into Liz's hot wet slit. Releasing all of this excitement that had built up over the last hour. I started to choke slightly on the new and unusual fluids streaming into my mouth, his pumping continued, in and out until he had spent his load into and onto me. My own orgasm had my head spinning. Liz after seeing her husband explode completely, reached down and pulled him from my lips to taste for herself the passion she helped create and then after swallowing what she had sought, moved to kiss me hard, and with her snake like tongue, fucked my mouth to complete this truly bisexual cycle. My Introduction to Adam I had never done anything like this before. I had fantasized about it many times, but I never seemed to meet any guy that lived up to my fantasies. Until Adam. I was meeting friends at an upscale club, so I was dressed in a suit. I decided to eat at a restaurant before meeting them and Adam was my waiter. When he came to ask me for my order, he practically melted on the floor. He lisped slightly. He was tall and lean, had dark hair and eyes. And he seriously came on to me all through my dinner. Never in my life had I felt anything for another guy, but something about the way Adam looked and talked, and his eyes. Without thinking, I went for it. I told him I was meeting friends later, but that I'd rather do something else. When he asked what, I asked him what he liked to do. He said he usually hung out at his apartment. I said, "That sounds nice." He excused himself from my table and went into the back. He came back out a short time later and told me he had taken off the rest of the evening. I asked for the check. Soon we were in his spacious, classy apartment. He fixed us drinks, then went into his bedroom to change. I sat down on a black leather couch. He came back in wearing jeans and a black long sleeved shirt, which showed off his nice chest and his toned arms. He reached for his drink and sat down next to me and took a sip of the bourbon, staring at me. I was doing alright until then. I wanted to run out the door I was so nervous. either that, or fuck this guy's brains out. I decided to be honest. "Adam?" I began, "I've always wanted to do this, but I never have before." He looked startled, maybe a little pissed. He sat back. But he didn't stop looking at me. So I plowed ahead. "I have fantasized until the fantasy isn't enough any more. Look at me, I'm shaking," I showed him my hand which was making the ice rattle against the crystal glass I was holding. "And I never met, I mean, I never looked at a guy and found him, well, attractive, you know? Attractive enough to want to do anything... with.." This wasn't going well, to judge by the look on his face. "He's thinking straight guy fooling around," I thought. I looked back into his handsome face, into his dark eyes - and decided to be completely honest. I reached out with my free hand and touched his face, stroking my thumb across his cheek and sliding my fingers into his hair. "I'm very attracted to you, and I can tell you are to me. I want you. I want to...." What? "...I want to do everything with you, here - now, that I've always wanted to do, but was too afraid of....before." I dove into my drink and gulped. His eyes softened, but never left mine. "The way you acted in the restaurant made me think you were..." he hesitated. Before he could go on, I moved my hand to the back of his head and pulled him into my mouth, kissing him deeply, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He reacted by pulling me into him and leaning into me, passionately. Our mouths locked, our chests touching. I leaned back into the sofa and shifted so he could be more on top of me. He sat down his drink and put both his hands on me and we kissed again, making out. He undid the buttons of my shirt and slid his hands all over my chest, then leaned down to lick and suck my nipples, while his hands moved farther down and undid my pants and reached for my cock, which was straining against my underwear. He released it from its prison and began to slowly stroke it with his soft hand, while he continued to kiss and lick my chest, my stomach, my neck. I had both hands on top of his head, my fingers twined into his hair. I leaned forward to kiss the top of his head. Suddenly, I felt his warm, wet mouth surround my erection. I involuntarily gasped, which turned into a deep sigh, as he began to give me the best blow job I had ever had. His lips and tounge sent me through the ceiling. His hand caressed my balls as his head moved up and down my shaft, going deeper and deeper. No woman had ever taken all of my cock in their mouth. Adam was doing it. I gently shifted around until I was in a semi-lying position on the sofa with Adam between my legs, making love to me with his mouth. I realized I was still holding my drink! I leaned back to put it on an end table and that's when I saw the jar of lube sitting behind a lamp. I exchanged the glass for the jar and looked down at beautiful Adam, who was passionately sucking and licking my cock, which was now so hard it throbbed. I couldn't believe I was getting a blowjob from a guy, but it felt so right. I was already close to cumming, but I wanted this to last. I wanted to completely surrender to him, to live out every fantasy. I reached down and pulled him up slightly then bent to kiss him. He moved up, but kept a hand around my prick jacking it with the same intensity his mouth had just been pleasuring me. I undid the buttons of his shirt as we kissed, and opened the fly of his jeans. The head of his penis was flat against his stomach being held by the elastic of his bikinis, which I found extremely sexy, and which made me become aware of how good a hand-job I was getting. I noticed a large clear drop of precum oozing from the tip of his cock and I wanted desperitely to taste it. But there was something I wanted even more. I kissed him deeply once more, then lifted the jar of lube and removed the cap, then handed it to him. "I want you to screw me," I said breathlessly as I began furiously taking off my pants. "I want to make love all night long." He was looking at me strangely again as he held the jar in one hand and continued to stroke my shaft with the other. "I usually am a bottom," he said simply. "Then tonight will be different for us both, won't it?" I smiled. I finished removing my pants and spread my legs, putting my left foot on the floor and hooking my right over the sofa back. I reached forward around his arms and pushed down on his jeans and underwear. He was still rock-hard and the drop of precum had began to drip. I grabbed his hand and moved it and my boner upwards. He looked down and watched fascinated as our throbbing heads touched and I made his hand rub his precum all over my cock. I took my hand off of his and with the tip of my finger mixed my own precum with the glaze of his then lifted my finger to my mouth and licked it off seductively, closing my eyes. "Adam. Fuck me. Do I have to beg you?" I didn't. He removed his jeans and underwear, shrugged off his shirt, and dipped his middle and ring fingers into the lube. He nestled down between my legs and started sucking me again. I shifted my hips lower and pulled my knees higher. I felt the cold slippery glob of lube as he smeared it against my sensitive hole. His fingers gently rimmed me, then pressed into me. He continued to suck and lick my cock as he pressed more and more lube into my ass. He then sat the jar on the floor and slid two fingers deep into me. I was so ready for him I pulled my knees even higher and spread my legs as far apart as I could. He added another finger into my ass and began gliding them in and out. I reached down and grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart, moaning his name over and over. He got into a kneeling position between my legs and gently removed his fingers from my slippery hole. He reached down and greased his cock slowly, looking down at it. I looked at it too. It was very large, larger than my 7 inches, circumsized and about 2 inches across. I couldn't wait to have it inside me. While masturbating, I had used dildos and vibrators many times, so I knew it wouldn't hurt. I was mesmerized by Adam's body, his face and now his beautiful cock. I could barely breathe. "Oh, god, Adam, screw me," I pleaded. I had never felt so vulnerable, so open, so submissive. And I had never been so sexually excited. My whole body was tense and rigid. My legs wide open like some kind of slutty whore, my cock steely hard against my abs, my hands clawing my ass open, waiting to get fucked by this cute, soft-spoken stud. I suddenly realized that he was nervous. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of me and kissed him passionately. He responded then. I felt his knees shifting as we kissed and tongued each other. Suddenly, I felt his hot head press against my asshole. I wrapped my legs around his back and my arms around his shoulders. He gently moved his hips forward. I felt his hardness push slowly into me, opening my lubed ass. It felt so good, I became faint with lust. He had about half of his head in, then slowly withdrew, only to push forward again, this time more urgently, then withdrew and pressed forward, going farther only a fraction of an inch each time. My thoughts raced. We were kissing each other, I was erect. I had my legs wrapped around the back of this guy and he was fucking me, fucking me, fucking me. Adam's cock was now gliding in and out of my asshole. He was moving a little faster now and began to go deeper and deeper inside me. I began to move against him when he thrust. He moaned into my mouth as we kissed. "Yes," I breathed, "Oh, you are so good. I want you all the way inside me. Yes, Adam, yes. Screw me. You feel so good." He pumped into me deeper and deeper until I felt his balls against my ass. Then he maneuvered a little more inside me, then shoved forward all the way and stayed there, not moving. I realized I had him buried in my ass. The thought of his naked, lubed cock inside me almost sent me over the edge. I wanted this man to ravage me now. I wanted him to pound that huge cock into my ass again and again. Then I wanted him to climax and pump everything in his balls into my ass. We were kissing and I was whispering into his ear, talking dirty, telling him how he was ruining my ass, and how reamed out I felt. I sucked on his neck and licked his lips and pulled his hips hard against me, grinding my ass into his crotch, begging him to fuck me. He began to stroke it to me, withdrawing all the way, then plunging in to the hilt. Then he stopped. He withdrew all the way. My ass felt completely empty. I felt it gaping. "Where have you been hiding?" He asked, breathing hard. "This is fantastic." He smiled and slowly moved to enter me again. "Do I feel good?" I asked, "You like fucking me? Let me get my legs up so you can get as deep inside me as you can. Then I want you to cum inside me. Deep. I want that Adam. I want you to cum in me." He moved his arms and put his hands on the underside of my knees, then put all his weight on them. My ass was wide open to him. My cock had oozed a puddle of precum onto my belly and was ragingly hard. His cock was poised at the entrance to my hole. He dove into me with incredible force. Pounding his hips into my wasted, slippery ass. He fucked me for 10 more minutes like this. I could feel the heat of friction from his engorged cock ramming in and out of me. He was driving me crazy. I had never felt anything this intense, this amazing before. Adam suddenly stopped and pressed his whole length into me. He threw his head back and shoved hard into me. I felt his cock began to pulse and realized he was ejaculating deep inside of me. I reached down and fondled his balls and he shouted with pleasure at the sensation. "Jesus Christ! Oh Jesus Christ!" he yelled as his cum pumped into my ass. It seemed to take forever for his orgasm to subside. When his cock stopped throbbing in my ass, he opened his eyes. He was sweating and his breath was hard and ragged. I felt the tension leave his shoulders and hips. He gently started stoking his softening cock back and forth inside me. I could feel his cum lubricating us. I reached up and kissed him deeply once again, whispering he was a fantastic lover, a stud. I called him a god, and my hands wandered all over his shoulders, neck and back, squeezed his ass cheeks. He withdrew his semi-hard penis from my ass and collapsed against my chest, smiling. "That was the best fuck I have ever had," he panted. "I never came so hard in my entire life!" I stroked his hair and hugged him to my chest as I felt a flood of his semen leak out of me. "I bet you say that to all the guys," I laughed. Later, Adam took me to bed. We spent the night fucking and sucking and at dawn, I said goodbye. But not before giving him my phone number. My Introduction to BDSM I'd gone to Paddles, a bondage club in New York City, originally for no other reason then to try and remove the dreams I'd been having as of late. I'm not sure exactly what started the dreams but some erotic literature I had received at my apartment had definitely brought them to the forefront of my mind. The dream was a recurring one and, nightly, at least it seemed that way, intensified. At first the dreams was vague, unfocused and generally disorienting. I would awaken in the morning feeling less refreshed then before I went to bed. I could sense myself as a victim of some other person, but not see the person nor sense what they did to me. Gradually, and agonizingly slowly, the dream came in to focus. I'd seen what I was bound to after about a week of nearly sleepless nights. Three days after that my captor, for lack of a better word, came into focus. After nearly two weeks I could not only clearly see the dream but remember it with absolute clarity. Now, all of this took place when I was in college, so let me give you a little background on me at that time. I wasn't much different in college then I am now, at least physically, I am only slightly heavier than I was back then. Of course back then I was also running 10 miles a day, riding my bike everywhere even to Weight Watchers 12 miles in 1 direction, rowing every day of the week except Sunday and working out 7 days a week. I am not a small guy, never was. I am 6' tall and, in college, was 175 pounds with washboard abs that came from doing 150 to 200 inverted, read that as hanging upside down, sit-ups a day. I also did military style pushups with a clap between each one and one-handed pushups that I alternated hands every time. All of this working out gave me a body, not to mention an attitude, that fairly screamed, "Don't fuck with me!" Hell, I was even a bouncer for exotic dancers and went to with them to various clubs. Noone messed with them with me around. So, what was a guy like me doing having erotic dreams of being restrained and whipped by anybody? In my dream I was restrained facing what I would later know to be called a St. Andrew's cross with a leather clad woman whipping my naked body. This dream was so real that I moved in my sleep when the whip landed on my skin in my dream. It seemed that it was not a dream, but reality to me at the time. Do dreams all you to smell the sweat on your skin, to feel your perspiration dripping off of you and hear it hit the concrete floor—a floor that felt ice cold under your feet? Do they allow you to hear the woman in the dream whisper into your ear as she squeezes your balls tightly unto the point of severe pain? Can you smell a woman's most private perfume waft into your nostrils? Do you flare your nostrils to get a better whiff of a scent in a dream? Somehow all of this happened in a dream. A dream that had been haunting me for a while. What was I to do? Ignore it? See a psychologist? Or maybe a dominatrix? Commit myself to the insane asylum down the road? Drink it away? Maybe dope it away? I did have a friend who sold marijuana after all. It took many weeks of me thinking about what to do to make a decision and it probably would have been much longer if the Fates had not chosen to intervene. You see, I lived above my landlord and landlady. He was a crotchety old fuck who somehow managed to marry himself an angel of grace fallen from heaven. Both were in their seventies and generally left me alone—except to bring me my mail from a shared mailbox. I'd asked them to simply dispose of all the X-rated stuff I neither wanted nor desired to read. On this day though the old bastard brought me one that, I figured, he didn't want to read himself. As it turned out it was a bondage fetish magazine. Not only did it contain stories and ads for clothing, of an exotic nature, and toys but it also contained ads of both a personal nature and for clubs for those who lived this lifestyle. Paddles is the ad that caught my eye. To this day I am not sure what about that ad drew me to it but it was as if it had some enchantment on it and I could not resist. So, on one particular third Saturday of the month, I found myself down at this club not knowing what to expect of anyone there, myself included. The particular day of the month I went down was reserved for their monthly slave auction—fake money, real consequences. Third Saturday every month a local Mistress or Master would bring those slaves on stage to be auctioned, show them off, show how they responded to commands and offer them up for bids. I was approached by the bartendress and ordered a soda. Here I was in jeans and a t-shirt not knowing what to do when she, the bartendress, a goddess in skintight black leather that was a rather scant covering for her private parts, asks me if I was going to be in the auction. Well, what would you do? Probably the same thing I did—ask where to sign up. She passed me a sheet of paper that asked things like sexual preference, did I prefer to play in groups or alone, was I a top or a bottom and what were my limits? Dumbfounded I had to ask her for clarification of the last two. After each was explained to me I put down that I am straight, like groups but one on one is fun too, that I was a bottom (after all I didn't bring any toys to play with) and that I would be open to just about anything. It was that last statement that really got me in trouble. I got $25,000 in fake, pink colored cash when I paid to get in that night, but obviously people just keep accumulating it because the bids went much, much higher. In fact, as the auction progressed they seemed to escalate. And here I was, somehow, the absolute last slave to be put up for auction that night. The Mistress in charge of the auction got the audience in a frenzy by telling them I was a virgin! I'd had sex so I figured she had gotten something wrong. What she actually meant was that I was a newcomer to the BDSM scene and auction night. As the bidding progressed she had me slowly remove more and more clothes until finally I was naked, on all fours with my back to the audience and licking and kissing her black, patent leather, thigh high, stiletto heeled boots. The bidding finally concluded after a bid of 1.5 million dollars which was put together by a consortium of women. That group loaned me out to the bartendress I met when I entered. What I did not know at this point, among many other things, was that the bartendress had a reputation as a very rough Mistress. So, as if she were reading my mind, my dreams, my nightmares Mistress restrained me facing a St. Andrew's cross fully naked. It was then that she pulled out a stainless steel flogger. It gleamed even in the low lighting of the club. My eyes grew wide as I saw her take a few practice swings in mid-air. There was nothing I could do, I got myself into this and I had too much pride to use my safe word. Suddenly, she decided to blindfold me. Even more suddenly it seemed her falls began to land on my bare, and rather vulnerable, ass. The first shot felt as if an entire beehive was stinging me simultaneously—and it was only the first of 50 promised shots. The shots started slow but progressed rapidly to less time between them. Being a martial artist myself I am capable of removing my mind from my body and that is exactly what I did. After 50 shots, really hard shots, bleeding profusely, the blood running down my legs and ass (that was too black and blue to say the least), I surprised Mistress. When she removed the blindfold I said, "Feel free to start anytime Mistress." I thought she'd be furious thinking I insulted her but instead, she said, to the gathered crowd, "I like him, anyone else like him?" She was amazingly gentle after all she'd put me through and massage my buttocks at the same time she brought me off by stroking my rampant cock with her other hand. She reveled in showing the audience the extreme amount of cum that was in her hand after she finished with me. She then pushed it into my face to make me eat it. The crowd roared with approval as I swallowed my own rather large volume of cum. I think they neither expected a "virgin" like me to do so and half expected me to run out the door when she did this. Such was my first night serving as a slave that no matter which Mistress I was with, or what they did to me, I was not repulsed but rather fell deeper into a lifestyle that scared me in my dreams. It seemed my dreams knew me better than I knew myself. Shortly after my first experience in New York City I came to serve 1 Mistress for the next 6 months or so, but that is another story. My Introduction to Bisex One day I answered an ad in the local Swing paper. I got an answer with a telephone number. I called. I heard the most delightful English accent. We set up a date at her home. She asked if I minded if her husband would be there. I thought that was real cool, a man who allows his wife to bring her lovers into their home to fuck -WOW! But then, Europeans always were more open minded about sex than Americans. She met me at the door dressed in a tight fitting terry cloth tank top. It hugged the curves of her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were standing out hard. Her skirt was a button-down-front with all the buttons unbuttoned all the way up to the dark V between her thighs. As soon as the door was closed behind us we locked our lips together in a passionate, deep tonguing kiss. My hands cupped her breasts then pulled the tank top down exposing them completely. I leaned over to pay homage to them as my right hand found its way into the hairs on her belly -- then down to her pantiless mound. My finger found her slit. She was wet with anticipation. When Mike entered the room we were locked together in another deep tonguing kiss. My hands were wrapped around her buttocks and we were dry fucking like teenagers. I must admit I felt some apprehension but he calmly asked what I would like to drink. DRINK HELL. I JUST WANTED TO FUCK HIS WIFE! I replied "Just a little Scotch with water." I really didn't want anything that might interfere with my fucking this woman. He went to the kitchen and returned with drinks for all of us. After a few sips he suggested that "we" go to the back bedroom. I assumed that "we" meant Louisa and me. I stopped by the bathroom and took a leak on the way. When I got there she was standing before a full length mirror. I could see her naked front and her beautiful ass at the same time. My cock was bursting to get out of my undershorts. I wanted to kiss her, kneel before her and suck her pussy, and fuck her standing up right there on the spot all at the same time. She recognized my frustration and led me to the side of her bed. She sat down and took my cock in her wet mouth and started sucking. I nearly died. I had not had my cock sucked in years! It was a masterful control that prevented me from cumming immediately. I stood it as long as I could then I gently pushed her back on the bed. She spread her legs for me. I knelt before her on the floor and started sucking and tongue fucking her pussy. After a while I slipped up on the bed and laying on my side with my head between her legs I continued sucking her pussy. Then I became aware that my cock was being swallowed by a very knowledgeable cocksucker. I could see Louisa's face so I knew it had to be her husband, Mike. After a few minutes he moved around to the other side of the bed and started feeding his cock to his wife. I continued fucking her with my mouth and tongue as I watched his cock gliding in and out of her mouth. She had such an angelic expression on her face -- like she was in pure heaven, and suddenly, I got an inexplicable urge to join her. I rolled her legs up and tucked her knees under her chin. Her beautiful hairy pussy was standing high and vulnerable. I just had to lean over and kiss it one more time, then I pressed my cock head into the folds of her slippery, wet slit and with one movement I drove my hard 7 inches of fuck meat all the way to the hilt in her belly. I didn't pull back and fuck her in and out, we held our pelvises together and just ground them from side to side. I leaned over and tentatively licked the saliva at the corner of her lips. It had the taste of fuck. It was very sexy. I realized it was the taste of her husband's cock. He continued to fuck her mouth very slowly then he pulled back. I locked my open mouth on hers and for the next several minutes it was like a tongue battle. Her mouth was filled with the taste of his cock and mine was filled with the taste of her pussy, and each of us were trying to lick all the taste of sex from the other's mouth. Then, I felt Mike's cock head gently rubbing the side of my cheek. Without a hesitation I turned toward him, opened my mouth and felt his smooth cock head enter. After a few moments I began to realize what was happening. My cock was buried to the hilt in a woman's belly and her husband's cock was fucking my mouth and I honestly could not tell which was giving me the most pleasure. I knew at that moment what I had been missing out on all those years and that a whole new world of sexual pleasures had just been opened up for me. I would never turn down an opportunity to suck a man's cock again. For an unknown period of time I was lost in the euphoria of deep tonguing kissing and alternately sucking Mike's cock and fucking at the other end at the same time. Then I caught a rapid movement out of the corner of my eye. We both turned toward him with our mouths open like hungry birds in a nest. The first volley of his cum hit the corner of my mouth. He moved in closer. The second went directly into Louisa's mouth. I licked the glob on my lips then together we closed in on his still spurting cum hole licking and sucking furiously to get that last morsel of his sweetness. Then he moved away and our tongues played together transferring his cum from one mouth to the other. The sexual excitement became so intense we both started pounding and grinding our pelvises together uncontrollably and we came together in the HOTTEST fuck of my entire life. We fucked together over a period of several years. Our favorite ending at each session found me on my back with Louisa on top 69ing each other. Mike would straddle my head and fuck her then he would pull out. I would tongue fuck her a little then when I laid my head back down, he would use my mouth as an alternate pussy. To this day, I like to think of my mouth as my "pussy." He would cum in her and give me his cum coated cock to suck clean and she would spin around and sit down on my cock and ride me off. It is absolutely impossible for me to say which of these two happenings was the most pleasurable for me. Nothing can compare to the incredible feel of "sloppy seconds" a tight pussy that has just been filled with another man's cum, nor the feel of a man's still hard cock, coated with the combined taste of male and female cums mixed together. With that kind of stimulation it didn't take long for her to get me off. She would then "walk" up my body leaving a trail of cum from my belly to my chin. She would plant her dripping pussy lips directly on my open mouth and ride herself off again. I have never before nor since, had the taste and the smell of fuck so deeply penetrated into my skin and my being. It was ABSOLUTE HEAVEN!