Another Sex Blog

I had a “poll” post on AFF as follows (with the number of votes as of July 3, 2006 11:30 p.m. for each option):

TMI?
Yesterday I was part of a gang-bang. Wanna know more?

YES! Gimmee details! (76)
Ok, I’m curious, but just the basics, please. (12)
ALL I want to know is how many guys were involved. (0)
You’ve already given enough information, thanks. (4)
Ewwww!!!! Gross!! No! (2)

That was posted at 7:32 p.m . on July 2nd.

Here’s tonight’s post –

Actually, I was planning on just posting whatever it was that came out of my brain through my fingers. I didn’t know if it would be detailed or not. Or, even what qualifies as “detailed.” I really just wanted to tell someone (uh… lots of someones) about what had happened, but was too lazy to write a full fledged post about it quite yet.

Disclaimer: Some details have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.

For those who wanted the bare bones version: Nine (I think… I’m not sure) men and me. Hotel suite. Yes, condoms used for vaginal and anal protection. Generous use of lube. Extraordinarily nice, above average in looks, respectful, and gracious group of men who do this semi-regularly. I had a blast! (heehee, I crack myself up… that will make more sense if you read the detailed version.)

Detailed version:

I was guided into the room naked with my hands loosely bound behind my back, not blindfolded but unable to see clearly — no contacts and no glasses.

I was pushed, gently to my knees and there was a cock in front of my face waiting for me to suck it. I did, greedily, and then was offered another and another and another… There were nine men in attendance (I think), but I don’t know how many cocks I sucked in succession. I think I gave some handjobs at the same time…. or maybe that was later.

I had had a few drinks before the main event started, but I was completely aware of what was happening when it was happening. Remembering it, though… I’m not sure what happened when. Or how. Or how many times. Or simultaneously or separately.

The cuffs on my wrists were released. I was on my hands and knees with a cock in my mouth and another fucking me from behind.

For quite a long time I was riding on one man, giving blowjobs to a series of different men, and different men — 3, I think — fucked me in the ass. All three holes filled at once. The man beneath me joked that he was getting the best deal since he was getting to be inside me for the longest continuous amount of time.

Occasionally flashes from cameras went off. The one who had arranged this for me gave directions, sometimes followed, sometimes not. He demonstrated how I like to be fucked hard and handled roughly, but the others treated me much more gently. Maybe it was the shy and young librarian personality — which wasn’t an act. That IS how I act, especially around strangers. Their “dirty” talk was perfect — I remember in particular one guy saying that I was such a cute, pretty little cumslut. What a contrast in words. It was absolutely perfect.

Then the finale. My open mouth was filled with cum. One cock after another depositing a load. I can’t swear that the participants followed instructions, but they were asked to refrain from ejaculating for four days prior to that evening. Heavy loads for me to collect. And swirl with my tongue. And gargle. Which made me laugh and smile. And when the last of the cum filled my mouth, I swallowed it down.

Everything is on film. Or, digitally recorded anyway. But, “on film” sounds better. THAT really turned me on. Knowing it was all being captured for later visual retrieval.

Someone gave me Altoid Sours afterward which I immediately spit out with a “Yuck! Those are disgusting!” I guess having just swallowed a mouthful of cum made that seem like a very funny comment.

Someone had brought a DVD of another recent gangbang this group of men had participated in and they started playing it. Everyone standing around naked or half-dressed and having a great time. Slowly the men were leaving, but I didn’t entirely notice because I once more had three cocks near my face. Honestly, I’m not sure what happened then. I was fucked and fed more cum. I was tired.

I ended the night curled up spooning with one of the men. The one who had arranged all of this.

I wouldn’t say it was one of the most erotic or sexually exciting experience I’ve had, but it was one of the most fun and the most thrilling. It *is* something I’d like to try again. Especially with the same group of guys… my 2nd date rule is currently ONLY for guys from Adult FriendFinder. These guys were from elsewhere. What I’d really like is to try this again while bound. And I’d reassure these guys that I really DO like a bit more rough handling.

I received a few digital snapshots of events today. I got more turned on seeing those and thinking back on the experience than I did during the actual event. I suspected that would happen. That’s not a complaint at all, btw. Memories last a long time and I can’t wait to see the DVD.

I really need to get into better shape, too. I DID have a bit of trouble walking the next day, but much more today!

It’s weird to be reporting on a date (as I refer to the meetings I’ve had with people from Adult FriendFinder) knowing that said date is going to be reading this blog later. I actually told him I’d be blogging about tonight and he didn’t seem to have a problem with it. He said he was curious to find out how he rated.

So, this guy… I need to come up with a moniker for him. I am so not creative that way. Uhmmm…. ok, I’m going to call him Cx, which makes sense to me, but likely doesn’t to anyone else.

I responded to him originally because he has an incredibly awesome profile. And his photos indicated a great body. Which I’m particularly particular about. Not to spoil the ending, but it turns out he’s much hotter in real life.

Took us a while and a few mixups before we found a time to meet. Nice neutral public place. And the first time I’ve met someone sans alcohol. We chatted. He asked me a bit about my experiences on here which I started to tell him about. Then he asked if I found it hard to talk about. Oddly, I had forgotten to be embarrassed at all until he said that. Then I was. My headline, or whatever it’s called, on my profile is “blushing slut.” Or something similar to that. I don’t know if I blush or not, but I often feel like I’m blushing when I talk about sex. No, when I talk about sex and my own personal experiences, I mean. Not about the topic in general. Then somehow it was clear that it was time to go back to his place which was nearby.

He had a guest staying at his apartment who was there in the front room on the couch. I think he was watching tv, but I’m not sure. We went straight into Cx’s room. I felt kind of awkward. I mean, it was obvious what I was there for. What we were both there for, but it’s the beginning that’s difficult. IMO. I’m kind of wondering now as I write this if I remember everything the same way that Cx remembers it. Note that I don’t imply that either one of us remembers it more correctly than the other. But, that’s a whole ‘nother philosophical discussion. I don’t know nearly enough about quantum physics to get into that.

So, I kissed him. And we kissed and groped a bit. He asked me what I wanted. I don’t know if he was just used to asking girls that or if he was trying to get me to SAY what I wanted… which was to be used. To do whatever he wanted. To be told what to do. But really, that only occurred to me now. That he might have wanted me to say all of that out loud. Doh! Look, when you’re getting very turned on, sometimes obvious conclusions escape your attention. So, thankfully, he asked if I wanted to be TOLD what to do. Yes. I could say yes to that.

He told me to get on my knees. That alone got my clit throbbing. “Get on your knees.” That is a beautiful directive right there. He took off his jeans. He was hard already and I put his cock into my mouth. Not only did he have a gorgeous body and a cute face, he had a fabulous cock, too. The ideal size, in my humble opinion. Ah, but we don’t want to go into the details of that, do we? No, then I’d go off on a tangent about cock variations and personal preferences. Save that for another time when I need blogging material.

He had me lay on my back on the bed. He fucked my face. My mouth. I deep-throated him as much as I could. I love when having my throat stuffed with a cock, my eyes start to water. Seems like a goofy thing to enjoy, but I do. He wanted to fuck me. Well, he asked if I wanted him to fuck me, which we all know means HE wanted to. I wasn’t ready yet. I was enjoying tasting him. Eventually, though I did want him inside of me. Or, shall I say inside other parts of me.

Doggie style. There really should be another phrase for that. I’m sure there is and I’m just not remembering it right now. La la la… or as the cool kids say, yadda yadda yadda. He told me he was going to fuck my ass. Honestly, I don’t remember *exactly* what he said, but the gist was between asking me and telling me. And calling me a slut. And fucking me deep from behind. Which all together made me cum.

He wanted me kneeling on the floor. And… I couldn’t do it. I know, poor readers, you’re getting into the story and then I go and ruin it with reality. Ouch. It hurt! Now, I *have* had anal sex before. I’ve also NOT had it before. In other words, what happened tonight has happened before. Sure, I’m all ready and then NOOOO I’m not. Other times, I’m ready and no problem whatsoever. I have no clue what the difference is between those different times. No, it’s not size. I mean, sometimes it has been, but not always. I’m positive. I just don’t know. Let me give this guy extra extra praise for first, stopping when I was clearly in pain, then for trying again. Yes, for trying again. Good idea. But, no, it didn’t work. So, mostly I thank him for stopping — again — AND for not at ALL making me feel badly about it. I mean, how not cool is it for me to say yes to something and literally at the last second say no. Not nice. But he was cool.

Back to fucking me from behind. Deeply. Getting me immensely aroused again. I was afraid he was going to cum while he was inside me — uhm, just as a reassuring aside, yes, we were using protection — so I reminded him that I *really* wanted him to cum in my mouth. Now, here’s the kicker…

He asked me if I wanted to suck off his friend in the other room. Other guys have asked me similar questions before. And you know what? When I’ve said yes, they backed out of it. Which, made sense to me. I mean, group sex is great, but not if the other participants weren’t expecting to be involved. Don’t particularly want to be involved. Feel pressured to be involved. So, once again, I said yes.

Cx jumped up to go tell his friend to get ready for me. Actually, I’m not at all sure what he said to him. I think I said something about not making him join in if he didn’t want to. Or maybe I only thought that. Not sure. His friend seemed to think is was a great idea though. Yippee!

No, really. That’s what I was thinking. “Yippee! Cool! Fun!” I’m soooo weird.

Moving into the front room/common area. I’m naked. Oh, except I still had my socks on come to think of it. That’s such a dorky guy thing, right? But, they WERE cute socks. Multi shades of brown stripes knee highs. Anyway.

Lights are all on. I know there’s the theory that guys don’t care what you look like naked as long as you’re naked. And at the time I was way too psyched to worry about it. But, now I am, of course. Eck. Sooo… sucking Cx while CxFriend gets naked. Is it just me or does CxFriend look like a C++ object name? Yeah, I thought so.

CxFriend seems to be concerned that he’s not yet hard enough. Cx tells him not to worry that I’ll get him hard. Which of course I’m happy to do. Actually, I absolutely love that. I “absolutely love” lots of things, don’t I? I LOVE feeling a guy get hard and larger and more and more and more in my mouth. It’s much more tactile than feeling it in my hands. CxFriend in my mouth. CxFriend on his knees. Me on my knees bent over. Cx fucks me from behind. YES!

I was going to write a blog about how I would love to work my way through the Purity Test list. Well, already, I get one marked off! I’m ahead of schedule.

Seriously. It was awesome. Fast forward to each of them came in my mouth. And they both came A LOT.

All in all quite a delightful evening. And I got home in time to go to bed at a decent hour, too!

Even though this is another novel length post from me, I’m positive there is stuff I had intended to say that I’ve forgotten, so let this serve as a warning that I may refer again to this post and this evening again. Or maybe not.

The problem with meeting at a caffeine oriented rather than an alcohol oriented establishment is that now I’m not nearly as tired as I should be for this time of night. Damn.