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I think I’m addicted to his cock.  I don’t like his personality at all. I think he is an asshole, but that penis of his is like a drug.

02/26/2005 - COCOA AND CUNNILINGUS. (Long Version) Freshman year of college I felt I was forced to join a few extra-curricular social groups during the school orientation, and one of those groups was a nature group. I always enjoyed hiking and river rafting and all that and this group was small and mostly female, so it felt safe and inviting.

One weekend we had scheduled a snow sledding thing but the weekend was canceled last minute due to the weather being too nice so not enough snow.

Cheryl was a lot like myself in that she too felt obligated to be in some of these groups so many times we would sneak away or bail out of events to go do something more fun like going to a movie or hanging out.

This night Cheryl had planned to go with us to the cabins for the weekend and when it canceled the night before she asked if she could hang out with me and we would drink wine and watch some movies.

I was always up for what I guess today would be a Netflix and chill scenario, so I agreed. Freshmen were required to stay in dorms on campus and rarely they were living alone in a dorm room. My roommate left a few weeks after starting so I had this entire time to myself, and it was great!

Cherly came over at 6:30 PM in a heavy coat wearing something like pajamas underneath. Cheryl was that kind of girl who looked kind of goth with the pale skin, black hair, and heavy dark makeup, however she dressed more conservatively, almost preppy. Her pajamas had a care bear on it that was half rotten like a zombie, but designed like a child’s pajama set, but that was Cheryl.

We drank a few bottles of wine and then I pulled out the Grey Goose. I went through a vodka phase in college, what can I say? As usual we had a bit too much.

She brought “The Village” and “Resident Evil: Apocalypse”. We watched Resident Evil and then started in on the Village when we were pretty tipsy. The movie was rather boring when you are half-drunk, so we started talking about our sex lives.

Mine was rather non-existent at that time and Cheryl kept saying how she wanted to try all kinds of new things. She talked a little about BDSM and how her last boyfriend was into clamps and candle wax. She broke up with him when he wanted a three-way with her best friend.

We were sitting on an old loveseat with our legs intertwined over each other’s due to the size of the small couch. Cheryl gulped down the last bit of vodka straight from the bottle and sat straight up looking at me. I must have given her a weird look because she tilted her head at me and then pulled me up to a sitting position like hers.

She pulled off her pajama top, “Vodka makes me hot, does it make you feel hot?” She asked me slurring a bit.

I shook my head and replied with a plain, “Nope.”

Her breasts were smaller and very perky. Her tan areolas were about the size of a quarter and her nipples were about as big around as a dime and they stood out quite a bit and almost faced upwards. Her skin was tan and smooth, and she was sitting there topless just looking at me with a grin.

I took off my shirt. “There now you don’t have to feel so alone.” I said smiling and taking her beauty in.

“I wanted to try this for weeks.” Cheryl said quickly and leaned in on me with a firm kiss and pulled back just as fast. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. Vodka!” she yelped ashamed and embarrassed.

I leaned back and kissed her softly on the lips and she reciprocated by opening her mouth and in seconds we were kissing deeply with tongues while “The Village” played in the background making it less awkward.

In seconds my hands were wrapped around her neck and her hands were on my breasts. We made out hard for a while then Cheryl stopped abruptly and told me that we don’t have to do this if I didn’t want to.

I grabbed ahold of the soft, and loose waistband of her pajama bottoms and yanked them off of her. She had a full well-groomed black bush. She was not ready for that to happen and pulled her legs up on the loveseat in a squatting position giggling. She jumped forward and grabbed the sweatpants I was wearing but I had them tied pretty tightly and couldn’t get them off. We laughed as I stood up and pulled the string at the top and they dropped to the floor. I wiggled out of my panties and stood there posing for her. She giggled again and stood up too.

She pushed down to the loveseat and dropped to the floor in front of me leaning into my lap. She was rubbing my legs up and down which gave me goosebumps and I smiled looking into her magical dark eyes.

“I have never done this before.” She said shyly.

“Me neither.” I said. At that moment she parted my legs and looked at it like how an explorer looks at a temple before they run in to explore. Her eyes were wide and a little bit of her tongue was sticking out as she assessed my womanly bits.

She cupped her hand around my mound and pressed into it massaging me. I leaned down and we began kissing as she started stroking my pussy. It was weird at first, she was like a nervous boy losing his virginity. Looking back it makes me laugh because she had the same parts I had. Maybe it was the drinking and the tension.

I scooted forward to give her some space to work with. In a few minutes her head moved forward and I felt her lips kiss my clit. Like a soft little peck like kiss. She did this a few times and then used her tongue. One or two pokes of her tongue and then she was full-on licking me.

The soft, warm touch of her mouth on my pussy made my body  jerk a few times and I clenched my ass and they stopped. She put two fingers in me and moved them around a little bit. She was basically making out with my vagina and I was quite as a mouse. I didn’t make a sound. I was drunk and nervous and had so many thoughts running through my head. Mostly about how good this felt, and that I hoped we will still be friends after this.

Soon the familiar tightening of my pussy came in waves and I knew I was about to have an orgasm. I pushed her head back and kissed her deeply as I rubbed my clit with her fingers still inside me. I came really hard at that moment. I moaned and grinded on her fingers as I came. My body spasmed again and laid back panting. Cheryl pulled her fingers out of me and we awkwardly laughed.

After a very short moment to recover I said, “My turn” and rolled off the loveseat. She was looking at me with bedroom eyes and so I pulled her over to my bed and pushed her down on her back. I practically pounced on her and made out with her for a few more minutes.

I started kissing her neck, working down her shoulder and then her beautiful nipples. She grabbed my head and laughed. I think she was a bit ticklish!

I placed soft kissed downward and kissed her cute “outtie” belly button. She shuddered and cackled. Yep She was ticklish!

When I reached her abdomen she was already letting out a soft moan and she pulled her legs back and bent her knees. Her pubes were thick and her pussy was small. She had these little pedal like lips that barely stuck out from her. I parted her and her clit jumped. She had a wonderfully round clit that was clearly visible. She shuddered. She was cumming.

I licked my fingers and put them on her clit gently stroking her. She shook violently and moaned loudly. I haven’t even kissed her beautiful flower yet.

I leaned down and put her clit between my lips and gently sucked it like a little penis. She lurched again and put her fingers in my hair. “Yessssss!” She quietly screamed bringing her knees to each side of my head, essentially locking me to her.

I pushed my tongue out and it licked up and down on her. She tasted sweet with a slight saltiness that I enjoyed very much.

I started to put two fingers into her and she pushed my hand out and said, “One at a time.” I nodded and proceeded to put my pointer finger in her and finger fuck her while sucking on her clit. Occasionally licking around it.

She came again. She cried out, “Oh god! Oh god!” and then scooted back toward the head board away from me. I looked up at her and watched her convulse three or four times in ecstasy grasping my bed sheets in a death grip.

She looked at me with her eyes wide as saucers.  I smiled and enthusiastically belted out  “I’m sorry. Vodka!”  We both laughed. I pulled myself up next to her and I held her next to me and we just laid there quietly listening to the end of the movie and then each other breathing as we fell asleep.

The next day I woke up to her getting out of bed. She started putting on her pajamas.

“Good Morning!” I said cheerfully.

She smiled warmly at me and said, “It is! It was a good evening too!”

She walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek and said she was leaving to go shower. She put on her coat and we said goodbye as she left.

I felt weird. Like maybe she regretted what we did. A few hours later she asked me to go to lunch with her and I did. We were friends for many years after that.  We still talk on occasion.

Picture above is NOT him, just a very close representation.   02/22/2020 - Old Man Rivera I went to the casino tonight. Met a guy and we hit it off really well. He was tall dark and handsome. He was very well dressed and had black hair. The thing was he was 72.  He didn’t look that old. I mean he looked mature, but not ancient. He was in the high roller lounge and I was there. They have free drinks and free snacks and I had gone there for a break between playing some games of Pai Gow poker and some other things. He was drinking an old fashioned and noticed when I ordered the same and told me I had fantastic taste. I just smiled and said that I was so glad he noticed. He told me I was hard not to notice and invited me to sit with him.  He was old school smooth!

We sat and talked for a bit and I was floored with how charming and involved he was in our conversation. He clearly was the product of another time where men were real men. After a while he asked me if I wanted to get a bottle of scotch and go to his room and talk more. I love bourbon but I am not much of a scotch drinker. Then when he bought a $300 dollar bottle of scotch I felt obligated. For the record, the scotch was actually really good. I wish I could remember the name. We went up to his room, I’m not stupid. I knew what was probably going to happen. Maybe he did want to just talk? Maybe he was just a lonely guy looking for a lonely girl to have a conversation with? After an hour of high-quality conversation he asked me if I had ever thought about making love to an older man. I said that I had no issue with that, after all life is about connections and experiences. He smiled at me and lifted his glass to me and winked. He took a sip and sat the glass down and asked me to sit with him on the bed. I stood up and kicked off my heels. At this point I could not resist him. It’s not about age, looks, or wealth that makes a man truly irresistible, it is how they carry themselves, how they speak to you, and the kind of energy they give off. He dripped with confidence but not arrogance. I truly believe that is the magic key to getting almost anyone. I sat down and he said something to be in Spanish and even though I took a few years of Spanish in school I was tipsy and languages are not my thing, but it sounded so sexy. I kissed him. I did. I initiated this entire thing. I had no control at this point. He kissed me with great passion and self-control.  He tenderly touched my face and pulled away and looked into my eyes. He said to me, “You do not have to do this.” I said, “I know.” and I kissed him again. We basically made out. But it wasn’t like high school making out. He was fully preparing me for what was going to happen next. He was being thorough about it too. If there was ever a person in the world to teach guys about foreplay it has to be this guy. He turned me around so I was siting on the edge of the bed and gently unzipped the back of my dress. He kissed my neck while he did so. I was already ready for him at this point, but he took his time. He acted like he was savoring everything he was doing. I stood up with my back toward him as my dress fell to the floor into a small heap. In nothing but my black bra and black lace panties. I kept my back toward him and slowly crossed my arms around me and unhooked my brad and let that fall too. He gently rubbed my shoulder and my back, and then I slowly turned around. He leaned back to look at me. His eyes sparkled like diamonds and the look he had could only be appreciation. Not like thankful but like how someone may look at the most amazing sunset they have ever seen. I was so wet at this point I would have dripped down my leg if wasn’t for the lace panties.

I undressed him. He wore very nice clothes. He had on silk boxers and something long and thick slightly poking out from them. I dropped to my knees and pulled his manhood out from his boxers and it was a bit bigger than I like but how things were going on in my vagina I knew I could handle anything.   I put him in my mouth slowly and gently. He was so patient with me I wanted to take it slow with him as well. We connected and primal intuition dictated how we were going to do this. I was down there on him for only a few minutes and he gently pulled my face up and kissed me again. At this point I almost cried. Yes. Cried. I don’t know why. I have never had that kind of feeling before. I wasn’t sad but something in me broke. For that split second where I usually feel cold and empty It was warm and tingly. He laid me on the bed and kissed me from lips to my belly button. He stroked my mound and I think using a finger he slid it over my clit. He tested my wetness and I think he realized I was more than ready. He put on a condom. I always use condoms but he had his own.. SUCH CLASS! He lifted my leg over his head to get in the proper form and gently lifting my hips he positioned me. Again I wanted to cry. Everything he was doing to me was solely for my benefit. For my pleasure. This was VERY strange and new to me. We didn’t talk to much. Occasionally he would ask if “this ok?” “Feel good?” I would nod and whimper, “Yes..” He slid into me with no resistance. He raised his eyebrows in a smile and put his fingers in the air and said, “hey!” like in in a celebratory way. He smiled and winked at me. Then he slowly and smoothly started moving back and forth. I could feel him entirely. It is rare that I have a lot sensation inside my vagina but I swear I could tell you what was where in there. He would take a long stroke and then a few slower shorter ones. They seemed deliberate and he mixed it up every once in a while. I had my first orgasm not long after he started and I wanted to hold it back. My breathing got heavy, my nipples got hard and my chest started turning red. He said, “ssst ssst, Hey relax.. Let it go.”

And I did.. Over and over…

He didn’t get freaky. We never changed positions, which was rare for me. I didn’t even care, it was magical!

He came and said something in Spanish but it wasn’t loud it was just as a smooth as anything else he said to me that night. We were both covered in sweat, and he was still inside me, he leaned down and kissed me deeply again. Then VERY slowly pulled out of me.  He removed the condom and laid down next to me.

He spent the next twenty minutes or so saying soft and kind things to me. Softly rubbing my neck, shoulder, and my breast. Kissing me with soft quick pecks as well. He said some things that made me laugh and smile.

He asked me if I wanted to stay the night or he would call me a ride home. At this point my mind started to panic and I told him I had to go to work early the next day. That was a lie, I don’t work on Sundays, but I started getting that subtle cramping in my tummy, the kind I get before I start to ugly cry.

I dressed quickly and looking back now I think maybe he mistook my emotions as regret but he was very lovely and sweet. He helped me zip my dress and I kissed him on the cheek and told him how much I enjoyed our night.

I left. No numbers exchanged. No promise of another meeting. I took off and ran to my car and cried until I could calm down enough to drive home. I was perfectly sober at that point so I can’t blame the scotch. But I still do.

4/22/2006 – My first MMF threesome.

That week I was in the middle of writing a college paper and it was being a pain in the ass, so I decided to go out with a guy I knew. Let’s call him “Dave”.  We were not dating but we did hang out a lot. The previous week we messed around but did not have intercourse. We went to a local hangout where college students seemed to gather. It was not unusual to see everyone you knew there, and it was familiar and felt safe. A really hot guy approached me and started a conversation. I figured out his game the minute he approached me. He was charming, funny and all that fake crap. Let us call him “Sam”.  Guys think they can read a book about seducing women and act like we don’t know about it but understand that we do play along sometimes. Dave might have been a little jealous, but I think he found more humorous than anything. So after a load of drinks it came to surprise when I slammed my empty glass down and said, “Well boys…  Wanna go fuck?” I swear Sam cheered and Dave just eyed me suspiciously. Dave drove me to the bar and knew where I lived, so I jumped in Sam’s Rubicon and we headed to the student apartments, parked and went inside. I think Dave was about to leave when I grabbed him by the front of his pants and kissed him. Sam eyed us and grinned. I grabbed Sam’s wrist and guided them both into the bathroom. There was not a single conversation at this point. I pointed at the bed and said firmly, “Strip!” and went into my bathroom to pee. I can’t have good sex with a full bladder. So I stripped down, peed, and spritzed myself with something that covered the bar smell. I walked out of the bathroom and tried not to laugh. Two guys in their underwear standing uncomfortably in each corner of the room. I shook my head and pointed to the bed and commanded them to lay down next to each other. Dave jumped on the bed happily, but it was clear Sam may have read a book on seduction, but I don’t think he read anything on what to do if it works. He looked so uncomfortable. I pulled their underwear off and grasped each of their cocks in each hand. They were two very differently sized and shaped men. This was going to be very interesting. Sam was what you could consider a “Grower” and Dave was just hard almost every time I saw him. I leaned over and put Sam in my mouth. His cock was longer, slender and had a larger head. A real mushroom shape.  Dave was thick and basically shaped like a cock size baseball bat. Both were circumcised, and I have no real preference when it comes to that. Dave was in my left hand and as I stroked him, I had Sam in my mouth while I cradled his balls with my right hand. The only thing going through my head at this point was planning how to spread this out over two guys. I had never done this before but I doubt the guys ever knew this. I was kind of proud of myself on how I handled this.

I switched over to Dave pushing him as far down my throat as possible while stroking Sam.  Since Dave was always ready I didn’t have to spend much time on him. I jumped up and squatted over Dave. He groaned as I slipped him into my wet pussy. I could feel his cock stretching the walls of my vagina and he gave me that warm fullness that I just love. I beckoned Sam to stand up and started blowing him while riding Dave. If I am going to have a threesome I am going to be in absolute fucking control. Every aspect will be controlled by me.