Screwball Love: A Virgin...

"I got to their place around 4:00 pm. I was so nervous the night before I barely slept. I had been keyed up for over a week. The anticipation was agonizing. When we met, they tried to put me at ease. It could have been a conversation at a church social. We talked about their dog. They showed me their garden. I saw a guitar, so we talked about music. Rowena then cooked us a nice dinner of chicken and rice as we kept chatting. After dessert, they took me upstairs and showed me my bed for the night....and some marijuana growing in their attic. I was never certain, as we talked, about what might happen next. I went with the flow. No one mentioned sex."

"Oh dear," Kate interjected, "no mention of sex? How boring," she added mockingly. "When did the fun stuff begin?"

I started to talk again. Kate stopped. She reached over and unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. She gave my bulge a little squeeze and then sat back against the couch.

"OK, big boy, continue," she directed.

"We cleaned up the dinner dishes and headed into the living room. Ben lit a fire. We gathered around it. I got hopeful. The fire made it feel more erotic. Ben took a joint out of his pocket, and boy was I glad to get in some tokes. The dope took effect quickly. I got the buzz on, and we all got giggly. Rowena whispered something in Ben's ear, and he nodded. Rowena got up and brought back a photo album. She told me it would help me understand their sexuality. The mention of the word sex set off alarm bells in my head. Oh my God, I was so excited. I felt I was going to get real lucky that night. The first few pictures were tame....G-rated stuff. But it began heating up. There were some Playboy-like pics featuring Rowena in lingerie or half-naked. Then came the Penthouse/Hustler stuff: Rowena nude, spread open, playing with herself, and pictures of Ben with a hard-on and of the two of them sucking and fucking each other and a few of Rowena with another woman. Rowena played with me. She asked me if I liked their photo album. Only a blind man might have said no. I squeaked out a yes. They then conferred together. Rowena left the room. I could feel my heart thumping. Ben turned down the lights. He spread a comforter down on the rug before the fireplace. He sat down on it, and motioned me to join him. I don't know if I had ever been so excited in my life. Kate, I can't really describe it now. I felt in such a strange frame of mind. I had no reason to fantasize anymore. Reality for the first time in my life was better than fantasy."

I took a last gulp of my wine. Kate reached over and began unbuttoning my shirt. I helped her with the buttons to speed it up. She tugged down on my jeans at the waist. I pulled them off. My cock strained up against my boxers like a tent pole. We said nothing to each other. I continued my account.

"Rowena returned with a tape player and music. She began dancing and stripping to 'Saturday Night Fever' music. Every time she took off something, she made us take off something. She took her time. It was incredibly erotic...far beyond what I fantasized. It was like "Penthouse" magazine come to life. After dancing for fifteen minutes, she still had on her bra and g-string panties while we were down to our boxers. She took forever to remove her bra. I was pulsing with excitement."

"Wait a moment," Kate interrupted.

She removed her bra and began playing with her nipples, looking at me very slyly. We each knew what was happening now. We were playing our own game, and it was in the fourth quarter. We were each trying to out-tease the other, me with my words and Kate with her flesh, her body. Kate had small bosoms; she was very flat. She had been teased about her flatness as a young teenager and was still somewhat embarrassed by them. But now she was exposing them to me as if she had dream bosoms: not large, but beautiful, firm, sexy bosoms. She teased each nipple to full ripeness, looking down in admiration at their responsiveness.

"You are a beautiful woman," I whispered to her. Then it was my turn to tease again. I started speaking slowly.

"Rowena lit up each of her tits.....perking up each of her nipples, making them tight and taut."

Kate wet her finger in her mouth and began circling each nipple, as if taking a wet finger around a champagne glass to make it hum. I didn't say anything. I just watched and began almost unconsciously playing with my own nipples.

"It's too bad," Kate taunted me, "that you you don't have nipples like mine.... very sensitive."

She pinched each nipple a bit between her thumb and finger.

"When I play with them it sends a charge right down to my clit. My left one is a little more sensitive than my right one. It's the one I squeeze when I masturbate."

She began pinching and squeezing her left nipple and let one finger of her right hand slide up and down her pussy, bisecting it perfectly. When her face began to tighten some into a grimace of pleasure, she stopped and covered each bosom with a hand.

"You can continue now," she advised.

I did continue, somewhat haltingly, my recall a bit distracted.

"Rowena was now down to just her g-string. She began a lap dance, gyrating in front of me, turning around, bending over and wiggling her ass at me. She toyed with the g-string, giving me peeks at her pussy and bare ass, then covering it up."

Kate turned around on the couch. "Did she do it like this?" Kate pulled her own panties down, and wiggled her ass at me, and pulled her panties back up.

"Yes," I moaned out. "Then she began dancing wildly for me, her body writhing and undulating. Staring right at me, two or three feet away, she pulled her g-string up and down to flash her pussy some more at me. She pulled back and began dancing up a storm again, tossing her hair all around."

"Then she stopped and approached me slowly. She straddled my body, right over my cock. She lowered herself, until she was hovering her pussy inches from my cock, jauntily bouncing up and down a bit. Then she stood back up, straddling my head, and removed her g-string and tossed it away with a flourish."

Silently, Kate pulled off her own panties for me and flung them on the floor. The moment almost overwhelmed me. She was stripping away every image I had of her. I loved it. She was stripping away my image of her as prudish, as a woman who had become, after we married and after we had a baby, almost as puritanical as her own mother. She looked instead like the woman who first tempted the innocence out of me, who made me strip away my own sexual shyness and insecurity, a child of the Sixties and not the 1870s.

While I was thinking about her soul, she was daring me to eat her pussy...stroking it, spreading it open for me, making it wetter. My mind flooded over with memories. I still loved her. I loved her intelligence, her sensitivity, her sense of humor, her antic disposition...and the way we fucked every night, sometimes twice, when we first began dating. But the thought of my latent love for her made me feel uncomfortable. I hid it. I turned my attention back to sex. The erotic tension between us was so hot, so intense, neither of us could smile, neither of us could talk. She looked at me with some softness, some tenderness. It was beautiful. I felt the deep generosity of her gift of pussy. I wanted to say, "I love you," but I didn't. I just whispered, "Thank you."

I stood up before Kate and removed all my clothes. I had a skin hunger to hold her, to feel her touch, to feel her softness against me..... She saw that look in my eyes and distracted me back to my story.

"Go on with your story, Jim. I want to hear about you sucking cock."

These words started rolling in my mind the documentary film of my memories with Ben and Rowena that I had replayed so many times. I was back in erotic storytelling mode.

"Rowena told us to remove our last bit of clothes. They both looked at me. They wanted me to go first. I loved it. I felt highly sexual. I could feel their eyes on me....their desire to see my big cock. I did my own little striptease. I slipped my underpants off slowly. My cock popped out. I thrust my body up off the floor, flaunting my cock. They kept checking it out, and I was showing it off at every angle, posing my erection for their view like some bodybuilder his muscles. They were all smiles. It was strange. I felt like a teenage boy and a man at the same time. The teenage boy in me was showing my cock off. The man in me was the guy looking at a naked woman who would give him a fuck for the first time in his life. Ben then got naked. I looked at his cock. Oh my god, it felt so good, so natural: two cocks in exultation... and mine was bigger. I stared at his cock in joy, not guilt. It was as if Rowena had us all ready to dance around the maypole. I embraced my Swedish ancestry. It felt to me like we were having some midsummer pagan fertility rite--a celebration of cocks and cunt. Ben began stroking his cock. I did the same. We each showed off. We each stared. Both of us were exhibitionists and voyeurs. What fun! I had never felt more free in my life."

"Rowena cued up another tape....'Can't Get Enough of Your Love' by Bad Company. She began dancing for us, right in front of us, on the ground, rolling around, spreading open her legs, parting her pussy open for us and playing with herself. We were each masturbating as we watched. My mind tripped on thinking about guys watching sports on tv in homes across the nation and thinking they were having fun. My mind tripped on me thinking I was somewhere secret where no one ever expected me to be. My mind tripped on my mother's reaction if she knew what I was doing. My mind tripped on me losing the stigma of my virginity...on me feeling and fucking a pussy for the first time. My mind tripped on me having a "crush" on Rowena. When this song stopped, she uttered words I'll never forget. 'Now guys, it's your turn to play for me.'"

Kate looked at me in quiet, beautiful fascination. We were as naked and exposed to each other as I had been before Ben and Rowena. It was the first time in our lives I felt that we had ever been so openly, honestly naked with each other. While talking to Kate, I kept playing with my cock. In tandem, she started playing with herself, strumming her pussy and then slipping and sliding a finger in and out of her cunt. The two of us sat before each other, nude and open, revealing ourselves to each other in ways we had never done before. We were turning each other on with no embarrassment, no hesitation. We were showing each other what made us feel good. We were getting in such passionate heat exciting each other. It was more beautiful than any confession I had ever made of any secret. The joy of this feeling intensified my desires. I could see the temptation rise just as high in Kate. My mind started tripping on my love for her. But she averted her eyes.

"So, Jim, how'd you guys play together?"

"Ben was the first to grab my cock," I continued. "I then grabbed his. We fooled around some. Then I had to try him in my mouth. I began sucking and licking. In our correspondence, they wanted my assurance that I could be bi. I wanted to end their doubt....and I truly wanted to do unto another cock what I loved done unto mine."

Kate leaned forward. She moved slowly. She opened her lips. She took my cock inside her mouth and sucked lightly. I quivered.

"Did you do it like this?" she inquired.

"No," I told her. "I used my tongue more at first, giving it long licks from bottom to top."

Kate began giving my cock long licks from bottom to top.

"Then I swirled the tip of my tongue under the rim of his head before I began sucking his head, holding his cock at the base with one hand and caressing his balls with the other."

Kate swirled her tongue around me, sucked me, and caressed my balls.

"I began squeezing the head of his cock through my thumb and forefinger."

I showed Kate the motion, and she repeated it on me. She kept doing to my cock whatever I described I had done to Ben's. We kept playing this game. I became the producer, director, script writer and the male lead in my own x-rated movie on the art of cocksucking. I started embellishing the act, adding things I never did with Ben but that I wanted Kate to do to me.

"Sometimes I grabbed his cock between thumb and forefinger and pumped him quickly. Sometimes I just stroked him up the underside of his cock with a fingertip. I had his cock dancing at my touch."

Kate followed the script perfectly. She and I were driving me crazy. I was giving myself the best cocksucking I had ever received. And my cock was behaving itself wonderfully: it felt no strain to come. It had that wonderful "I can last forever" feel. But I wanted more buzz in it. I held Kate's head in my hands, ruffling up her hair.

"Hold tight," I said. I began fucking her mouth until I got the hum going in my cock. Then I slowed down and began feeding my cock to Kate in little suck-size pieces until the humming in my cock turned into a strong buzz.

"Oh my god, Kate, this feels so good. You are unbelievable tonight."

I pulled down my foreskin all the way on my uncircumcised cock and showed Kate the Achilles heel of a man's cock.....the place to deliver the coup de grace.....to bring it to its knees.....

"Well," I explained, "when I had Ben's cock pulsing and dancing, I went in for the kill. I stabbed at this little spot with the tip of my tongue and then played that little flap of skin with my pinky fingertip like a bow across violin strings, stroking downwards not across, legato speed."

Kate stabbed the spot with her tongue. She began playing it beautifully, lightly stroking the crease of skin with fingertip. I took this pleasuring for as long as I could stand it, right to the verge. When I felt one more stroke would tip me over, I pulled away. Kate had me ready to pop like a shaken up bottle of champagne, and she was getting off on it as well.

Kate looked at me, licking her lips, like the proverbial cat with feathers in its mouth. "So," she asked, eyeing me with an Eve-checking out-Adam-after-eating-the-apple-look, "did you like your adventure into cocksucking?"

"You know, Kate," I responded, "it was fun to play with his cock and suck it. It was very easy. I had been playing with my own cock for years. I knew what to do. I took him slowly, gently, caressing his balls as I licked and tongued him, gripping him ever more firmly as I apple-bobbed my head up and down on his cock, stopping every once and while to do the ice cream cone slurping swirl. I kept glancing at Rowena as I did this to Ben. She was taking herself with a small vibrator. Jesus Christ, did I ever feel lucky. I kept thinking no one who knew me would ever believe what I was doing. I had trouble believing it. But it was not a perfect fantasy."

"Why not?"

"Two words: premature ejaculation. As I played with Ben's cock, Rowena started giving my cock her attention, pumping it some. In my sexual naivete, I had not masturbated to climax in a week or ten days, thinking for some reason that that would be better for the sex. She had her hands on me for about 30 seconds before I came, spurting uncontrollably."

"Oh you poor boy," Kate giggled.

"No, I was very lucky. This led to my favorite moment of the night. Rowena captured some of my cum in her hands and then massaged me with it. Oh god, it was exquisite torture. She had me writhing in agony as she kept milking and massaging my cock. I couldn't contain myself. I started groaning and laughing at the same time. The two of them broke into laughter with me. Then Rowena did something beautiful. She put her arms around me, hugged me and gave me a kiss. Then they both embraced me, sandwiching me between them. It was beautiful solace. They loved it that I was so excited by Rowena."

Kate drew close to me on the couch and gave me a hug and stayed curled up next to me on my side of the couch. She reached down and grabbed my balls and began caressing them lightly, sometimes playing with my cock as well. Her caress of my balls felt like such beautiful encouragement to me.... and acceptance...and comfort.

"What happened next?"

"Oh the pleasures of youth. I was so excited, I rebounded fast. My cock started growing again in minutes. They saw it rise and suggested we go into their bedroom. A waterbed with dark maroon satin sheets took up most of the room. We dove in, with me in the middle. They both started playing with my cock. I let them go at it. It was amazing. I had barely ever had one pair of hands, one mouth on my cock, and now I had two. They played me beautifully, taking me up, time and again, to the verge of orgasm, then stopping. They called it 'torture' and it was."

"Now that sounds wonderful," Kate said "I always wanted you more submissive to me."

"Kate, I always dreamed of you taking me that way, but.... I guess I was too naive, too shy to ask. We never talked about such stuff. Oh, well...."

In truth, as I spoke, I thought to myself that Kate had never been keen on playing with my cock in foreplay whether it be hand our mouth. Manually, she was never that smooth, and orally, she did nothing special. Her pussy always felt so much better, so I preferred to spend as much time in there as possible. I also liked giving more than receiving. But tonight was amazing--a wonderful reciprocity between give and take. I wanted this night with Kate to go on forever. I felt like a male Scherherazade. I suspected that when my story ended, I would be alone again, driving home to my apartment. I kept talking, enhancing some details.

"They played with me for what seemed like hours. I kept mostly still, as if my hands and wrists had been tied down."

Kate shushed me. She began going down on me beautifully again, taking me with the legato rhythms of Rodrigo's "Concierto de Aranjuez." She took me back up to the verge with her mouth, and then let me coast down, lightly stroking me, and then she brought me back up. Oh my god, this swelling and cresting could have continued forever, never stopping, like the waves of an ocean. But I had more to say.

"Finally, Rowena put me out of my misery. She brought me to the verge with her mouth and then began pumping me quickly. When I began shooting, she just held me like a fire hose, my cock spraying its juices everywhere. I think some of my cum could have hit the ceiling. I had been masturbating for years, and I gave myself some pretty good orgasms, but this was probably the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. Cum covered all three of us. I thought I wanted something to wipe myself off. Then we just began rubbing the cum into ourselves and into each other like sun tan oil. It felt good, like some rite of communion."

I had Kate so mesmerized, she stopped sucking on my cock. She just held on to it softly as I kept whispering to her.

"Rowena and Ben began kissing each other. Their kisses grew more passionate. I moved over to the side of the bed and they began making love. I loved watching them do it. They did it like a dance. Ben went down on Rowena for a long time. She kept rubbing her fingers through his hair.... looking over at me. She whispered for me to squeeze her nipple. I did....again and again and again. She soon tremored and shook in orgasmic pleasure. I had never seen or felt a woman orgasm before. It was so beautiful. It made Rowena look even prettier. Ben then entered her missionary style. Rowena stuck her legs straight up in the air. She had long legs. Ben knelt before her and took her holding onto each leg. It was glorious. I just focused on Rowena's face. Her breath quickened, her face tightened. She stopped breathing, and her face turned a deep red, with her mouth widening into an O, and then she exploded, crying out, her legs kicking into the air, her back arching up in triumph and then collapsing. It was glorious. When it was over, I felt like applauding. Ben pulled out still hard. Rowena went for his cock first. I followed. The two of us together made him cum. I did the swallowing. Rowena kissed me in thanks, wanting to taste her husband's cum on my lips. We all talked for a while, recovering. Ben left the room to smoke a cigarette, and Rowena gave me a beautiful, long kiss I loved that kiss. It was a little private secret between us. We started playing together, just the two of us. It got me up again. We might have been doing 69, with Rowena on top, when Ben came back into the room. He was content to watch. Rowena mounted me cowgirl style. She rode me beautifully for a long time, leaving me drained for the night."