And then there’s the time you’re fucking one girl in the missionary position, while another girl strokes generous amounts of coconut oil onto your dangling testicles and around the rim of your sphincter.
Some aspects of domination do not come naturally to me. So much of my sexuality has been about putting my partner at ease and making sure they are deeply comfortable, emotionally and physically. Because if they feel safe and at ease, they’ll be able to more fully relax and enjoy themselves, right? Right? Well, mostly. Until you start venturing into the deeper waters of BDSM play.
For instance, I’ve always thought that heterosexual 69 should be done with the woman on top, which allows the woman to control the depth and speed of the fellatio. Additionally, if the guy is on top he runs the risk of suffocating his partner when his ballsack settles over her nose while her mouth is already quite full.
For the past several months, I have been involved with a partner who has been eager to learn to deep throat. As there is a significant BDSM aspect to our relationship, the “learning” has been fairly aggressive at times. We started with hanging her head off the edge of the bed (which helps straighten the bend between her mouth and throat) while I fucked her mouth somewhat aggressively. From this position I played with pushing my cock farther into her mouth, seeing how deep I could go before engaging her gag reflex, challenging her to hold her breath, and sometimes fucking her mouth with more force and speed. Her progress from week to week has been a very pleasant surprise. It didn’t take long before I was able to push into her throat on a regular basis and she proved herself capable of swallowing my cock in more conventional positions, such as kneeling in bed.
As we were tumbling about in bed recently, she ended up reclined while I knelt at her head. I dangled my cock within reach of her mouth, expecting a friendly little lick or kiss on the head. Instead she sucked my cock fully into her mouth and I seized the moment to advance her training. I pulled her arms straight down her sides and pinned them to the bed with my hands while I straddled her head and pushed my cock deeper into her mouth. Instantly her arms began to struggle in my grip and her hips twisted side to side looking for escape. I lowered myself until my belly was pinning her chest to the bed and fucked her throat deeply. When her desperation reached new levels, I lifted up and allowed her to take thirsty gasps of air. After the briefest of respites, I pushed in again and took her throat roughly. We repeated this over and over, me fucking her mouth and throat roughly and her frantic heaving breaths. Occasionally, she managed to wrench her arm free and would push at my torso trying to dislodge me. When I would relent and allow her a brief bit of air, her hand would fly to her face to wipe away tears and drool. I quickly forbid that, pinned her arms again, and wiped my cock across her face multiple times until she was slick and wet. And then I forced myself into her mouth again, and again, and again. I quickly learned her panic “flight response” started several seconds before she actually needed air, and I could distract her and prolong the experience by giving her orders before I would pull back and let her breathe. Commanding her to grasp my ass with her hands and pull me in deeper was an especially inspired moment, as it forced her to take my cock a little deeper and a little longer before I finally acceded to her panic and let her draw in air again.
We’ve done this several times now, and it has become a favorite part of our routine. If we do it multiple times in an evening, I can feel when her throat gets a little swollen and is harder to push into. Her voice develops a rasp for several hours afterwards, which amuses both of us. “I’ve finally gotten that Tallulah Bankhead bourbon-and-cigarettes voice that I’ve always wanted,” she says with a big smile. And when we are separated and she is feeling my absence particularly sharply, she will complain, “My throat is so very empty.”
A similar story could be told about fucking. Despite its reputation as a vanilla mainstay, I’ve always been quite partial to the missionary position. It puts the female partner in a very comfortable posture, there’s ample eye contact, kissing can happen, as well as breast play, clit play… what’s not to like? Don’t get me wrong, I mix it up a lot, but missionary is a very reliable part of my repertoire.
Once again, “as we were tumbling about in bed recently”, I found myself straddling the girl while she was face down on the bed, arms and legs straight. I started with the intention of sliding my cock against the crease of her ass, teasing her a bit. This is perhaps the time to mention that this is my first partner with a particularly small (but absolutely exquisite!) ass. I soon found that my cock was getting quite damp from the sliding back and forth, because her cunt with surprisingly accessible and exposed. Straddling her ass and thighs, I sank my cock into her waiting pussy. The opportunities presented by this position were revealed in very short order. I spread my fingers wide and braced my palms against the back of her rib cage, locking her in place and making her helpless. Any effort she made to twist and writhe away only served to drive my cock into her deeper. I played with depth, teasing her with the head of my cock just barely sliding in and out of her while she whimpers in need. When I drove in deep and hard, the head of my cock pushed against her g-spot in a way the makes her exceedingly happy. Once again, this position has become a featured part of our toolkit now.
So more lesson from my on-going journeys into BDSM. Using my body to pin down and trap my partner. Forcing myself on them (in an entirely consensual way!). Appreciating the pleasures to be found in discomfort.
Back in December, my primary partner asked me what I would like for my birthday (in January). I’m pretty shameless about buying myself whatever toys catch my eye, so I always struggle with answering these kinds of questions. I laughing said something about how “a drug-fueled fuck fest is the gift that keeps on giving, and giving, and giving”. And promptly forgot all about it.
On the weekend of my birthday, the aforementioned girlfriend and I traveled to central Oregon to traipse about in the snow, and had a perfectly lovely time. As we prepared for the return trip on Sunday (the anniversary of my birth), I began to get some small hints that something was up. She said small things like, “I’d like to get home by the early afternoon” without offering any reason, and “Let’s not stop to eat there on the way home; you might not want a full belly.” Curious, but completely vague. I enjoy surprises, so I didn’t pry.
We got home, went for a run and showered. Knowing full well that something was in the works, I asked how I should dress post shower. “Comfortably sexy. I don’t think we’re going out.” Of course, one has brief thoughts of fantasies that are far too improbable for reality, but I quickly settled down to earth. “Hmm, maybe she’s asked B over to give me a massage. That would be lovely.” Then the girl tells me if I wanted to indulge in any recreational pharmaceuticals, now would be the right time. *gulp* I’m enough of a control freak that taking a mind-altering substance without knowing exactly what was in the works for the evening took a considerable leap of faith. But I leapt in an ecstatic fashion. And somewhat nervously waited for the other shoe to drop.
About thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang and I nearly jumped out of my skin. She smiled and said, “You should go answer that.” Heart thumping, I went to the door to find… a woman I’ve been seeing lately! And behind her… was the other woman I’ve recently become involved with! They came in bearing pizza boxes, homemade cupcakes, and absolutely mischievous grins. My mind quickly bounced back and forth, “This can’t be what I think it is! Oh my stars, I think it is! No, it can’t! Oh shit, I think it is!”
Some background, for context: “Splendor” has been my partner for a good long while, and knows both of the others socially, but has never err, umm, “gone there” with either. “Cheer” I have known for a long time, but the relationship has only recently escalated to a significantly new level. And “Mirth” is someone I’ve been involved with off and on a couple of times, currently “on” and hopefully done with the “off” problems. Cheer and Mirth had met briefly at a couple of parties, but that was about the extent of their experience with each other. I found out after the fact that about a week ago Mirth asked Splendor what plans were in store for my birthday, and my quote was relayed to her. Bless her heart, she took the idea and ran with it, contacting Cheer and coordinating the event. Such balls!
Back to the narrative. The girls got a bite to eat while I fidgeted in an anxious fashion, trying to figure out if I was already deeply hallucinating. After a short time, someone suggested that perhaps it was time to find a more comfortable space to lounge. A brief bit of scurrying for armfuls of pillows and blankets and we were soon ensconced in a very cozy nest. Soon enough, clothes were shed, copious amounts of oil were applied to all available flesh and things got decidedly warmer!
I can only pretend to relay the roughest of outlines of what followed; my head was swimming in an ocean of awe, appreciation and astonishment. For a brief time I lay passively and accepted the oily petting and stroking of six hands and many kisses, sometimes from multiple people at once. But I’m really not built for passivity and soon started orchestrating matters. Splendor was placed in the middle and received ample attentions from all of us, with one person leading the main event and the other two assisting in whatever clever ways they could find. And then another person took the lead. And then I took the lead. After we had thoroughly given Splendor all she could possibly handle, we rotated Mirth into the middle and repeated the process. We took a brief break to soak in the hot tub, but swiftly returned for a second act. We repeated the same routine with Cheer, and then I got the finale session in the middle.
Each girl is so completely different in her wants, needs, preferences; I began each session by telling some story about that girl’s kinks (Your kink is okay!), amusing little stories about our early experiences, anything to break the ice and set the stage for what that girl might especially enjoy. And for fuck’s sake, did they rise to the occasion! Every one of them dove into the action with all due vigor and enthusiasm, as though they were long-term lovers. I tried to quietly check in with each of them at various times, just to make sure it was all good and everyone was in their happy place. Each time I was met with a big damn grin and firm instructions to quit worrying so much. I did my best to comply.
The night was such a long series of amazing things, and everything flowed so easily, so naturally, so comfortably, that it’s hard for me to lock down a precise sequence. However, some specific moments remain etched in my brain: The way Mirth lay directly under Cheer and held her down spread eagled to be used and abused. The way Cheer curled up against Splendor in a fawning, adoring, submissive fashion after receiving a series of exquisite bites on her torso that left bruises visible for days. The way Mirth presented herself face down, ass up so that I could make her squirt profoundly, multiple times, to the delight of our audience.
But more than anything, I will long remember and cherish the feeling of love and adoration that filled the space. Everyone was so incredibly loving, open, giving, accepting, supportive… I was just awestruck. And when I remind myself that this was the first time any of them had ever interacted with the others in anything resembling a sexual context, I hardly know how to respond. I am blessed beyond measure.
The following day was a flurry of glowing messages and photos of spectacular love bites. One of the girls said, “I went into it thinking I was doing it for you. I came out of it knowing I did it for me.” I find both ends of that so beautiful, it makes me tear up. That any or all of them would consider doing such a thing for me is an honor I can barely comprehend. That it became such a beautiful, shared, mutual experience for all three of them just fills my heart with joy and love.
The bravery and openness of these women completely awes me. I fail to see how I have earned it, but they assure me I have. I’m going to bust my ass trying to live up to the person they think I am.
After a suitable break of resting, photos, a snack, a little napping, I wondered if she was ready for round two. She was flat on her back, resting with eyes closed, not quite asleep but not far from it. Very gently, I started brushing my fingers against her wet, sticky lips. She let that continue for several strokes before a big smile came across her face and her eyes fluttered open. I murmured softly against her ear. “I got cheated last time; I didn’t get to suck your pussy! Can you help me out?” Her grin grew larger and she nodded her head enthusiastically. “Give me some room to work.”, I said with a wicked smile.
She rolled to the side of the blanket and let me lie flat on my back. She rose up to her knees, and straddled my shoulders and face, one thigh on each side. I rolled my arms under her legs and wrapped around her thighs, holding her wide open and pulling her forward to my mouth. Her cunt was still wet and messy from the previous fucking, so I wasted no time on subtlety. I buried my face in her folds, sliding side to side so that my nose rutted against her clit. With a broad, flat tongue, I drew firm strokes straight up the middle, dipping into her slit and ending with a firm slurp of her lit. Over and over, until her thighs clamped rigidly against my ears and she commanded me to “Suck!” Obedient, I locked my lips around her clit hood and sucked tightly as her thighs trembled though a long, messy orgasm. I finally backed off a bit; giving her just the tiniest bit of space to recover, and then started stroking lightly with a sharp, pointed tongue, high on the shaft of her clit, just enough to keep her on the edge. Her breathing settled slightly and after a moment or two, her hips started rolling forward and back, trying to shift my tongue’s pressure back to the head of her clit. Suddenly, she stiffened and froze. “There’s someone down there!” she hissed, pointing with her chin to the trail below. I pulled my face back from her pussy just enough to grin up at her, “Well, you better be quiet then!”, and promptly started sucking in earnest. She groaned out a muted little, “fuck” and braced her palms against my scalp as I sucked furiously until her thighs went rigid and her nails dug into my scalp. I held suction on her clit, stretching out her orgasm as long as I could until she pushed back from my face saying “Okay, okay, okay, I can’t take that any more!”
I smiley hugely and said, “On your hands and knees, then.” Her eyes grew larger and she dropped to all fours, facing the waterfall and the path below. I knelt behind her and nudged her knees farther apart. I pressed between her shoulder blades until her chest was crushed against the mexican blanket and her ass was jutting up in the air. Inching forward, I pushed my cock past her tight lips and sank deep into her. She exhaled a sharp, muted, “Oh!” as her eyes followed the hikers around the waterfall, making sure they didn’t look up suddenly. I knew I didn’t have long, as this position drove her out of her mind.
I grabbed her hips and plunged forward repeatedly, my balls swaying back and forth, bumping her clit. I looked down her back, over her shoulders, at the kids clambering over boulders around the basin of the falls. Feeling the sun on my back, I pulled her ass cheeks apart and settled just that tiniest bit deeper into her pussy. Reaching forward, I plunged my fingers into her hair close to the scalp and pulled back. Her head reared back and her hips pressed back against me that much harder, while I continued thrusting into her. The walls of her pussy began to spasm and I couldn’t hold it any longer. One more time, I thrust as deeply as I could and felt the head of my cock throb and pulse, filling her with a surge of hot jism. She panted and whimper, feeling me stretch her out and press tightly forward. Panting, I fell forward and pressed her flat. I laid against her back, listening to our panting slow and watching the mist from the waterfall.
It only took a half hour of hiking on the trail before we found the waterfall, almost twice as tall as Niagara and with nary a soul in sight. We scrambled up a series of rock slides until we reached a clearing atop a large boulder, with an amazing view of the waterfall and well-hidden from the hiking trail below. We were already sweaty from the hike, so we didn’t need any encouragement to strip down and cool off. A couple of mexican blankets were laid atop the curly moss, backpacks were set aside and clothes were peeled off, all in record time.
At first, we just lazed in peace, cooling off in the faint breeze, enjoying the dappled sunlight filtering through the tree canopy, listening to the cascading roar of the waterfall. I shifted position and rolled on my side. Sliding down a bit, I lowered my mouth over my partner’s nipple, giving a long, languorous suck. Her nipple stiffened in my mouth and I sucked harder, pulling at it until I heard her breath catch and a slight moan escape from her mouth. I started dragging my teeth along her areola, while I used my free hand to start stroking her other nipple.
Now I had her undivided attention. She rolled on her side to face me, pulling one nipple from my mouth and pushing the other towards my face. She cocked her leg, opening her thighs and inviting my fingers to play, pet and stroke. I brushed my fingers through the small thatch of hair on her mons and then dragged my fingers across her labia. I pressed her lips together with my thumb and index finger and rolled them against each other, trapping the root of her clitoris against the gentle pressure. She’s an impatient lover, and pushed her hips forward, seeking more intense stimulation. I slipped my fingers between her lips, gathering a little moisture from the hungry mouth of her pussy and dragging it over her clit until it was slippery and stiff. Her panting reached a pitch and she groaned out a small orgasm while I sucked and stroked.
When she couldn’t take any more, she placed a palm against my chest and pushed me onto my back. She rolled onto her knees and her mouth engulfed my cock in one motion. Her hair cascading down, brushing my hips as she bobbed her head up and down on my shaft. Her nose buried into my pubes as she took my cock as deep into her mouth as she dared. I reached my hand over and grabbed a handful of her ass cheek, squeezing, mauling. When I pressed her cheeks apart just right, I could hear a wet, slick noise as her pussy lips parted and came back together.
Her impatience won out again (as it always does) and she pulled her mouth off my cock with a wet, slurping noise. I rolled out of the way and let her lie back on the blankets, knees parted and lifted in the air. I knelt between her knees and she grabbed my shaft in her hand and guided it towards her wet cleft. Leaning forward, I sank into her. With the first push, I buried the head of my cock inside her. I pulled back to gather some moist and sank another inch deeper, then pulled back again and sank deeper still. Finally I got seated all the way inside her, our pubic bones pressed together and her thighs clenched against my hips. I rocked back on my heels, pulling almost all the way out, then lurched forward again, setting up long, slow, full strokes in and out. She whimpered a bit in frustration, wanting the hard, fast fucking that would give her the immediate gratification of an orgasm. I grinned and ignored her cries. A slow, deep fucking wouldn’t give her the immediate release she craved, but the eventual climax would be all the grander for the waiting and anticipation. I kept the pace, pausing occasionally to dip my head and suck hungrily and nibble lightly at her nipple until she winced. She lolled her head back sharply, looking behind her at the cascading water of the falls as her cunt started grasping at the shaft of my prick. I looked over her shoulder at the waterfall and increased my pace, driving into her until she stiffed and fell into a rolling wave of orgasms. I pressed harder and faster until I felt my own orgasm boiling up from my scrotum. My balls slapped loudly against her ass until I finally fell forward, filling her pussy with my cum. I held that pose for several seconds, breathing heavily, feeling my cock throb and surge, squeezing out the last few drops.