I had an NN fan send me a dream of his recently where he imagined watching me masturbate in my bedroom while I read a different story he’d written. He then dreamed he slipped into my room, took off his clothes and we fucked. Mmm delicious!

But at the end, he stopped the dream before he came! Damn! I was expecting this great huge hot gushing surge of semen filling up my cunt, all slippery and delicious and squirting out and running down his pounding cock (At the end of this dream fuck, I was on top). But he stopped short and never finished the dream!

Listen guys, if you’re gonna fuck me, be sure to leave your calling card and dump that load of cum inside me. I’m not gonna get pregnant, and frankly, I like knowing that when I fuck a guy (or a girl for that matter), that they at least had fun.

I’ve had some people here apparently take offense at my attitudes about sex in my blogs. I’ve been called a slut, a cum slut (is there any other kind? Coffee slut?) a whore, and a lot more nasty names that I don’t think really apply to my philosophy about sex.

I was raised in a very open atmosphere when it came to sex. My mother and step father were very open about their sexuality. I remember hearing them have sex in the next bedroom, and the next morning we’d talk about it. They would explain what it was, why it was so loud and what they did. It sounded so good I couldn’t wait to do it myself. I became sexually precocious at the age of 13 and began masturbating heavily. I began experimenting with both boys and girls. My step father and I developed a remarkable sexual relationship, and although we kept it a secret at the time, I still cherish it to this day. We still have sex whenever he comes to visit.

I believe sex is a wonderful gift, that it should be practiced, and practiced often. And I do mean practiced. How can you get better if you don’t practice doing it. I practice on my next door neighbor and he practices on me. He has told me that sex with his girlfriend has improved exponentially since we’ve been having two or three weekly sex sessions. We try new things, learn about each other’s bodies and find out what it takes to drive each other over the edge.

I intend to continue having as much sex as my schedule and the availability of my sex partners allows. When I set out to achieve one orgasm a day, I think I was aiming too low. One orgasm is easily attainable as long as the Double A batteries hold out. It’s also a little selfish. What I’d really like to do is challenge myself to giving SOMEONE ELSE an orgasm each day. Doesn’t have to be everyone I know each day (Whew, I know a lot of people! That’d be a full time job!) But I should be able to make at least one person cum on a daily basis (as well as myself, of course).

So am I a slut, a whore? Maybe in some people’s eyes. But I just want to enjoy the sexual freedom I’ve given myself as much as possible for as long as possible, with as many different people as possible in the mix as well.

Haven’t blogged here in a while but someone asked me to explain the strange Status Update I posted here this morning. It said, “Just woke up full of cum. I love Alex’s parties.”

Yeah, it got a little crazy there last nite. My neighbor Alex who shares the duplex I live in had another one of his monumental parties. He invited me and said I could bring some of my friends if I wanted. So I did.

Jen and Leah, two of our craziest Solstice partiers answered my call, as did Andrea my roommate from college and ZuZu the massage artist. (Sounds weird, I know, but she makes it work.) We are all very bi (Andrea and I had sex together all through junior and senior year in our college apartment. Jen, Leah and I demonstrated a cunnilingus triad at last year’s solstice, and ZuZu taught me tantric orgasms.)

So we figured we’d be the evening’s entertainment for Alex and his guy friends.

We were.

It was a usual Alex party – lots of beer, wine and loud music. Guys all over us, being macho and hitting on us. We were pretty cool until midnight, when we decided the party needed a little perking up.

Andrea suggested a strip tease, but we thought that was kind of lame. We’d just be like common strippers at some frat party. I suggested we do a sex show but the others thought that was a little extreme. (C’mon guys??) So we settled on being naked hostesses. We went into the kitchen, stripped, then each of us grabbed a platter of munchies and began casually mingling with the crowd. “Cheetos, anyone?’

The guys were surprised, but loved it. I felt lots of pats on my tushie as I mingled with Alex’s friends. It was a blast being naked at a party – kind of like one of those dreams you have where you’re naked and everyone else has clothes on and you can’t find yours.

Andrea, who was a bit more looped than the rest of us due to some tequila and the lack of smaller shot glasses climbed up on Alex’s big dining table and started dancing. She had two potato chips and was using them like a burlesque queen to cover her tits and pussy, but since she only had two, something was always showing. It was hysterical.

I started doing lap dances, which inspired a lap dance competition, and by then, all the guys were into it, dancing with us. One guy took out his cock for Leah and she jumped on it, giving him a standing blowjob. Then more dicks came out and pretty soon five girls were being passed around to about twenty guys. We didn’t even discreetly slip into the bedrooms when standing blowjobs led to reclining blowjobs which led to doggie blowjobs then doggie sex then doubles sex and finally a really awesome hour-long fuck fest.

I honestly don’t know how many guys came in me – after the first or second visitor it’s so sloppy wet you really can’t tell if it’s left over from the previous guy or from a new sperm donor. All I know is I had some monumental orgasms.

The girls got together too. At one point Leah and Jen were 69ing on the living room couch, with a herd of admiring onlookers around them jerking off. I made out standing in the kitchen with Andrea for a while, which brought back fond memories of college.

The orgy ended gradually. We stayed naked the rest of the night. Some of the guys were naked too, and we’d casually hook up and fuck a guy if he wanted to. ZuZu gave “massage jobs” – hand jobs with lots of massage oil. Andrea gave cunnilingus lessons.

So this morning I woke up at about 10 with a bit of a headache and Andrea next to me, and the biggest puddle of wet cum underneath my butt, which had apparently leaked out of my pussy while I slept. But after a shower, a douche (there was a LOT of jizz up there!) and some aspirin, I felt human enough to go down to the coffee shop with Andrea and start writing this blog.

As I said, I LOVE Alex’s parties!

I have my very own NN fuck buddy! Thanks, NN for making it possible. Nutsfullajizz pm’d me and it turns out we live in the same town! After writing back and forth for a while we decided to meet up. His real name is Stefan.

We agreed to meet at a local Irish bar for drinks and dinner. When I got there, I immediately recognized Stefan sitting at the bar. He’s mid-30’s like me, about 5’10”, athletic looking and cute. Thinning brown hair which may be a bit of a problem but not bad. We sat side by side in a booth and ordered drinks.

Dinner went well. I think I had the fish and tried to behave myself, but you know me. I wanted to shake things up a bit so after the waitress took away our plates, I reached over and squeezed Stefan’s crotch. He was surprised and gave me this “What the fuck are you doing we’re in a restaurant for Christ’s sake” look. I grinned and pulled down his zipper.

“You’re gonna get us kicked outa here,” he said nervously.

“So what,” I said. “We’re leaving anyway.”

“At least do this,” Stefan said and pulled his napkin over his lap. My hand was by now slipping into his pant and searching for his cock. It’s fun to have a fuck buddy!

I found it and pulled it out of his pants and began squeezing it. Stefan sat there smiling and sipping his scotch. I don’t think anybody saw us but it didn’t matter to me anyway. He was starting to get a little hard when he said, “Maybe we should take this back to my place and see where it goes.”

That was just the que I was waiting for. We paid our check and left. He drove. He was barely out of the parking lot when I went after his cock again. I had it out and he grinned as he drove. He moved the electric seat back and gave me room to start sucking him. His cock tasted great. It wasn’t hard yet but getting there.

He was erect by the time we got to his apartment. We parked and went inside.

He has a nice place, clean, not too big. I looked around for evidence of a girlfriend but saw none. Stefan asked if I wanted a glass of wine, which I agreed to. I had to pee so I excused myself to his bathroom.

I heaved a big sigh of relief at not seeing any girly stuff in the bathroom. Girls have a thing about “leaving” something in their boyfriend’s apartment, like they’re putting down their scent, pissing in all the corners to claim their turf.

So I was sitting there peeing thinking I now have a fuck buddy and decided what the fuck again! I slipped my skirt off over my boots, took off my blouse and bra and exited the bathroom naked except for my black knee-high patent leather boots.

I waltzed into the kitchen and stood there as Stefan took me all in. I think Stef was pleasantly surprised. He looked it, anyway.

“Wine ready?” I asked nonchalantly.

“Are you in a hurry or something?” he asked, handing me a glass of chardonnay (which I hate by the way.)

“No,” I said, taking the glass and having a sip, just to be polite. “I just prefer to be naked, that’s all. It is called Newbie NUDES isn’t it.” I smiled. “So am I the only one here getting naked?”

Stefan started taking off his tie (He came straight from work. He’s a lawyer. Oh well.)

I let him do his shirt buttons and I immediately started working on his belt and pants. Soon he and I were sitting on bar stools together, drinking wine, me wearing just boots and him in just his black socks with his rather tempting cock draped over the edge of the stool.

We had a lovely chat. I found out he was married once. No kids. He works in the city and commutes every day. He went to boarding school and has family in Minneapolis.

But we weren’t going to chat all night. There was way too much that lay ahead. I asked him what kind of sex he liked, and he surprised me by saying he was actually bisexual, like me. That made me feel more comfortable still. We also share a love of masturbation, oral sex, and light bondage, although his ex wasn’t into it really. He confessed he’d really like to be tied up sometime and have a woman fuck him with a strap-on. Of course, I volunteered immediately.

“So,” I asked, “did you like your blowjob in the car?”

“Sure,” Stefan said. “You’re a great little cock sucker.

“Want to do it some more?”

“Only if I can suck your pussy first.”

He led me to the bedroom and his queen sized bed. I fell on the bed onto my back and didn’t even take off the boots. He ate my pussy and proved to be a supremely talented licker. He didn’t stop until I had my first orgasm in his mouth.

Then he moved up and fucked me, cumming rather quickly I thought. But he really blasted me with cum. I could feel it making my cunt sloppy wet. By the way, I happen to really like the word “cunt.” It describes the whole of the female sex apparatus quite succinctly I think.

We rested for a while and I was delighted to see he was recovering nicely. After about 20 minutes he was almost ready again.

At that point, I reached for the wine bottle on the bedside table. Holding it between my legs, I slipped the neck of the bottle up my pussy and reclined back, filling my cunt with chardonnay. It was cold, and the hard bottle felt good against my clit.

“Care for a little wine and cum cocktail?” I asked innocently. “It’s in a really nice glass.”

Stef pulled out the bottle and sank his face between my legs, slurping the wine and what must have been a lot of semen as well from my pussy. The feeling was sensational.

The next time we fucked that night, Stef lasted a lot longer and I came again, this time before he did. Twice is nice! His cum load wasn’t so big this time. I must be emptying out Mr. Nuts fulla jizz.

We managed it a third time too but I thing it was one too many because Stef wasn’t cumming no matter what we tried. He pounded me doggie style for what must have been an hour until we were both tired. Finally I said, “Move it up a hole.”

“What?” he asked.

I slipped my fingers in my cunt and rubbed the slippery wet juice over my asshole. “Fuck me in the ass,” I said. “It’s tighter.”

Stefan pressed his hard cock against my asshole and I felt the head slip in. He eased the rest of it in me slowly until he started to rock in and out, moaning with pleasure. I started masturbating, just to turn him on even more. That and I really like masturbating during anal sex.

I started cumming. I could feel it welling up in me and I started to make my silly high pitched whine that says I am no longer in control of my body and let it do any goddam thing it wants to. This must have worked for Stefan because I heard him moan and start humping my ass hard. He came, but I couldn’t tell. Poor guy must have had no jizz left in him at all.

We went to sleep around 3 and he took me back to the restaurant to pick up my car. We’re going to meet up every week if we can. Whoo Hoo! That’s one orgasm taken care of!

My roommate Susan and I love to masturbate, and when we do, we often do it on the couch in our living room. This couch has seen more than its share of sex, between me and Susan either alone or with each other, with groups of our lesbian friends and even some of my boyfriends, like our neighbor Alex. This sofa has seen so many pussies and so much cum we now refer to it as “The Cum Couch.”

The Cum Couch sits in our living room facing the TV and the front door and it is perfect for sex. It’s a kind of floral print, an ivory, beige and gray pattern which doesn’t show stains. It’s big and cushiony and has really soft, fluffy arms and back. It’s very comfortable for any kind of sex, in any position.

Let me give you an example. I got home from a job early one afternoon last week and nobody was home. I was horny and bored so after taking off my clothes (which is the first thing we always do whenever we get home), I turned on some music videos, sat on the Cum Couch, and started playing with my pussy.

For some reason my pussy felt extra tingly to the touch that day, and I decided to get serious about an orgasm. I went to the bedroom and got Susan’s favorite rabbit vibe. I lubed it up and started pushing it in my pussy, slowly. It’s an extra wide one, and it stretched me a little when I pushed it in.

The vibe felt really good. It has little vibrating bunny ears that stimulate your clit, and the shaft moves as it vibrates in your pussy. It doesn’t take too long for that kind of double motion to get me off.

So I’m pumping it and rolling it around in my pussy. I’d been at it for like, ten minutes, legs spread wide, moaning with pleasure, the vibe merrily buzzing away on my clit, and the front door opens! It’s Alex! The neighbor from upstairs! And he’s just walked into my apartment! He’s got a full view of me on the Cum Couch pounding a vibrator up my pussy. He’s just as surprised as me and mumbles something about “Heard you come home,” and “Just wanted to borrow...” something, something. I couldn’t quite make it out. He excused himself and started backing quickly out the door.

“You don’t have to go,” I shouted before he got the door shut. I knew he was shocked to see me naked and masturbating, but I also noticed his eyes had never left my crotch. I figured he might be interested in some afternoon fun.

“What?” he said, poking his head back inside the door.

I continued massaging my clit with the vibe and said, “What did you want to borrow?”

“A corkscrew,” Alex said. He finally took his eyes off my vibrating pussy and looked up at me.

“Sure,” I said. “But I’m almost done here. Wanna help me finish?”

Alex grinned because he knows how horny I am. He stepped back into the apartment.”

“What would you like me to, uh, do?” Alex asked. He sounded a little coy.

“You could either take over the vibe,” I suggested, “or find something nice to put in my ass.” I said it in my most innocent little girl voice.

Alex closed the door and came over to the sofa. He took the vibe and started massaging it around in my pussy. For some reason, it always feels nicer when somebody else is moving it. I was loving it!

I was pretty sure Alex was growing in his pants. I watched his eyes taking in my naked body as his hand manipulated the vibrator. I was getting hotter and hotter, leaning my head back in ecstasy on the arm of the Cum Couch and moaning a little.

“I’m sorry I don’t have anything nice to put in your ass,” Alex apologized.

“How about… a finger,” I suggested between short breaths. I was really getting close.

Alex obliges and I feel his middle finger gently slide up my ass. The feeling is phenomenal! Between the vibe going round and round, and the little bunny ears sending crazy pleasure up my pussy, and Alex’s fuckfinger divinely stretching my asshole, I cum in an explosion.

After a half minute of writhing and moaning and cumming on the Cum Couch, I finally settle down. Alex is still kneeling there looking at me with a big smile. “Glad I could help!” he said dryly.

Alex stood up and I saw the lump of an erect cock going down the leg of his pants. I felt guilty for having an obviously amazing orgasm and forgetting all about him.

“Look! You’ve got wood” I said, pointing out the obvious.

“I know.”

“So…do ya, do ya wanna do something with it?”

Alex said despondently, “I guess I’m going to have to, since you’re all done. Want to watch?”

I felt so sorry for him. I was pretty sure I wasn’t completely fucked out and immediately decided to help. “Oh come on, I said comfortingly. “Stick it in.” I spread my legs.

Alex was out of his pants and into my pussy in a flash. His cock was hard and only just a little smaller than the vibe. I massaged my clit with two fingers while he banged away in my pussy because I knew from past experience that masturbating while he fucked me made him crazy hot.

Sure enough, he came in a few minutes, a hard, wet, squirting orgasm that started with a couple shots in my pussy. Then he pulled his cock out of me and shot cum on my tits, my stomach and on the upholstery of the Cum Couch. Thank God for floral patterns.

He helped me clean up, then left, forgetting entirely about the cork screw he wanted to borrow. Funny, he came for a cork screw and ended up getting a cock screw! LOL.

I went back to the sofa and closed my eyes, listened to the videos, enjoyed my pussy still throbbing in a little orgasm afterglow. And then it happens again. The door opens! This time it’s Susan, arms full of grocery bags.

“Don’t you look comfortable,” Susan said. She kicked the door shut and walked straight into the kitchen.

“I’m all shagged out,” I said. “Alex came over and we had sex.”

“Was it good?” Susan asked. I heard cupboards and refrigerator doors opening and closing.

“Great!” I said. “I borrowed your bunny.”

“I thought you said you had sex?” Susan asked.

“We did. I let Alex fuck me after he masturbated me with bunny.”

Susan appeared back in the living room. She was stepping out of her jeans. Her top was already on the floor. In two steps, Susan was as naked as I was. I watched the little patch of hair between her legs walk to the Cum Couch and sit down. “That’s a switch,” she said. “I always thought the guy came first.”

Susan reached over and slipped a finger up my pussy. “Feels like he left a little something behind.”

“Sorry,“ I said apologetically. I don’t usually like to subject Susan to too much man-juice, but it seems as if it’s been happening a lot lately.

“Don’t worry,” said Susan. She slid off the couch, knelt in front of me and leaned her head down between my legs. “I’m getting so I rather like it.” Her tongue slid up my slit and her lips massaged my clit and I felt the tingle of an orgasm starting inside me again.

Haven’t blogged in a while but I have good news! As some of you know, my roommate Susan has been quite firmly grounded as a lesbian since I’ve known her. She’s very open about her sexuality, is quite sexually stimulated (read: cums a lot and loves it), and until recently, absolutely convinced she would hate sex with guys.

Guess what? Gwen is now officially bisexual. I think I convinced her at my party last weekend on the Cape. And now she can have even more fun!

We rented this cottage on the north shore Barnstable and invited a gaggle of friends from our address books. About 30 showed up – a rag-tag assembly of the usual hippies, lesbians, wiccans, gay men in capes (really!) and a few of my friend Rick’s more “normal” guy types looking for a hookup with an easy hippie chick.

The party was in this three bedroom “cottage” that had been owned by some New York journalist/publisher type whose name escapes me because I never heard of him, although the owner’s talked about him as if I should. I just liked the fact that it was near the water, had a pool with bbq, patio bayside, an outdoor shower, and was totally protected from view by the neighbors. We were goin’ seriously naked this weekend and nobody would interrupt us with a summons for indecent exposure on our own patio.

So roommate Susan, friend Rick and naked I stocked the house on Friday, laying in plenty of food, beer, booze, and curiously, towels. We’ve found that one of the last things you want to run out of at these things is towels. Out of booze? No problem at midnight – if a liquor store isn’t open, just sweet talk the bartender at the local bar to sell you a few bottles for a blowjob or a fuck in the wine cellar. No food? Can you say Pathmark 24 hour? But try to find clean, sweet fluffy towels at two o’clock in the morning when you just want to dry off and go to bed? Ones that haven’t been used to wipe down every limb and orifice of countless wet bodies? Never.

Back to Susan. Sorry. I know you must have a dick in your hand and could care less about towels.

Once we got supplies in, Susan and Rick and I were all alone until the crowd was to arrive on Saturday. It was about two Friday afternoon, so we chilled out, put on music on the patio, broke out beers and chips and proceeded to soak up the Cape Cod sunshine. I was already naked, lying on a deck recliner in a heart beat, as was Rick. Susan was topless but didn’t mind Rick’s company. He was mostly harmless.

Then along came the Mojitos. I didn’t know that Bacardi makes a gallon jug you can buy of pure, mixed mojitos. Booze in it and everything. I also didn’t know that Susan LOVES mojitos! When she went inside for another beer, I heard a squeal of delight when Zuzu discovered this giant bottle of chilling mojitos which was in the ‘fridge, lying in ambush for her liver.

She served us as if she’d invented the recipe. They were ok I thought, but not over the moon. But Susan had one, then another, then another. Rick and I had a few and were feeling not entirely centered in our chakras by the time the trouble started.

Pretty soon, Susan is wobbling in Rick’s direction., He’s naked on his lounge chair, reading, minding his own business. I hear them talking but I don’t realize she’s baiting him until I hear her say, “Ever see a lesbian pussy?”

I whip around in my chair to see Susan with her bikini bottoms around her ankles doing the Elvis thrust in Rick’s face! Jeezus Zuzu! That’s forbidden territory according to every lezbo creed ever written!

But Rick is cool and returns a taunt of his own, one I didn’t hear, but saw him shake a flaccid dick in her direction, grinning.

Susan started imitating straight girls, flirting, only it was weird because she was a naked lesbian, flirting with a naked guy. Somehow those two images don’t work together well. And really, can you flirt naked? Or has that ship already sailed once the kitty has gotten out? Rick just layed there with his dick on his stomach, enjoying the scene. I stared from my lounger, transfixed.

Susan got down on her knees by Rick’s chair and started fondling his dick. Rick was loving that, and squirmed in his seat as Susan got him hard. Then she started sucking his cock and jacking him off. How she knew how to do that could have only been passed on to her by our gay male friends who do it every chance they get when they sun on my patio.

Finally Rick and Susan were fucking, her on him, sitting on a beach chair cushion on the tile floor around the pool. It was such a momentous occasion, that I took a close up photo of his dick in her pussy, with her magnificent clitoris riding his dick, which was half way up her cunt. It was glorious. (I posted it on NN btw.)

I’m excited because it means Susan can join me in some of my bi adventures. It has broken the ice and will forever more be the event of the century.

The rest of the weekend, I encouraged Susan to try other guys as well as the lesbians who were there. At first she was reticent, but managed to get into one bi group-fuck, where she allowed cock in her pussy while she licked a girl’s clit. After that, I was on to my own adventures. Afterward, Susan claimed to have “played” with several guys at the party including two gay guys, which I thought was a little weird. Oh well. At least she’s moved on a bit.

I can’t wait for the next party!

Sunday is the summer solstice and I’ll be heading upstate to get ready for our big party at the farmhouse. Susan is already there. I hope the weather is nice because I expect a lot of people will be coming.

For the uninitiated, the summer solstice is the day when there is the most sunlight. It’s also the first day of summer. It was celebrated in history by druids and Goths an other ancient cultures to guarantee a fertile harvest. We celebrate it by inviting all our nudist/hippie/lesbian friends up for wine and sun and food and a day and night of fun.

If you’ve read my other blogs, it can get pretty wild. There’s lots of nudity, lots of spontaneous fun like mudfights, body painting, music, dancing, sex and anything you can think of. The highlight of the event is a huge bonfire at midnight, with lots of drums and dancing around the fire by moonlight.

It’s a huge event for us to coordinate but it’s always worth it. I’m posting a few pix from years past to give you guys an idea of what it’s like. I hope to take lots of new ones for my friends at NN! We have no internet up there so until I get back next week,

Love and orgasms,
Ellen

Whew! I certainly stirred up a lot of PMs with the blog below questioning why it's acceptible for girls to suck cocks but not guys. There are a lot of guys out there who just can't get their head (or lips for that matter) around it.

So for all of you non-cocksuckers out there, consider this. If you could suck your own cock, do you think you might have tried it at least once, just to see what it was like? How it felt? What it tasted like. If it was as good as your girlfriend's bj, or even her pussy? Why would it be any different from masturbating by hand? Or using a latex pussy or fleshlight toy?

I'd be willing to bet my biggest dildo that if guys could suck their own cocks, half the sports bars in America would be out of business in a month. It's food for thought, even if you don't swallo!
Love and Orgasms,
Ellen

I just want to vent a little here. I just uploaded a pic from my ex's file of me sucking his cock. I want to know why it's ok in the straight community for a woman to suck a guy's cock and for girls to have oral sex with each other (in, like, every porno movie ever made) but it's not alright for a guy to suck another guy? I've encountered a lot of guys (nearly all of them btw)at orgies or swinger parties who freak out if another guy even accidently touches his dick. Some guys don't want to do double penetration on me because they're afraid of being too close to another cock.

Really guys, it's ok! I've had lots of cocks in my mouth in my time and it's actually really nice. The head is incredibly smooth. Sliding the shaft in and out of your mouth is very sensual. Taking a soft cock in your mouth and feeling it gradually get harder (and warmer!) as you suck it is marvelous. And when they start to cum, first you taste a little saltyness, then feel cum spurt on your tongue and down your throat. Sometimes I swallow it as it comes out, sometimes I collect it and save it to swallow when they're done. Spitting is for amateurs.

So that's it. Now all you guys know what it's like to suck a cock. I love it! Try it sometime!

Love and Orgasms,
Ellen

This is true, it actually happened. I’ve never been good with fiction. A few years ago, I was dating a girl named Gwen who I often had sex with. I was also having sex with a guy at my office named Rick. So this is what went down.

Gwen came over Saturday nite and brought wine. We talked and she was very affectionate and lovey. I made bruschetta and as she helped chop vegetables she kept getting close and rubbing into me so I knew she was horny. We decided to order in sushi so we didn’t have to go out, and drank wine and ate the bruschetta while we waited for the delivery. I got kinda looped on the wine and we ended up giggling on the sofa, making out and unbuttoning things and feeling things and rubbing against things and sucking and licking things that had become distinctly erect.

So when the knock on the door comes, we’re both in just t-shirts on top of the sofa and I’m licking Gwen’s nipples under her T and rubbing her clit with two fingers. She has one hand up my t-shirt massaging my pussy and we’re just starting to get going. But Sushi-guy is at the door. I answer and he’s a short Asian guy who looks like Bruce Lee but talks like a fortune cookie. As I pay him, he just keeps staring at me as I’m standing in the doorway in a t-shirt with no bra on and no pants.

We dive into the food, all fingers and lips. Gwen takes a piece of sashimi, spreads her legs and puts it partly in her pussy, inviting me to eat it. I sucked it out, raking my tongue through her pussy ditch as I swallowed the slippery cool fish. It tasted like her pussy.

Just then it’s the door again – I’m thinking, “Shit, did we forget to tip Sushi guy or something?” I answer and it’s RICK! Rick the Dick. Rick the guy I fucked from work. Standing at the door. He looks in and sees Gwen.

“Just thought I’d stop in and see how you were doing,” he says.

Gwen is apparently also a bit looped on the wine and invites him in to have some of the sushi. I don’t know how this one is going to play out because Gwen can be funny about guys, but I go along. Gwen seems cool. I’ve already told her about my sex-scene with him. I mentioned that he was pretty well hung, which she failed to appreciate.

We’re eating sushi and she’s teasing him. She uncrossed her legs on the sofa and gave him a pussy shot – I know because I saw it too! She tells him she’s lesbian and asks him if he’s ever been to a “tuna-bar,” a lesbian nightclub. He says no and Gwen keeps asking more embarrassing questions. She asks him if he gives oral sex. She asks him if he’s ever had two girls. I’m trembling.

Rick gets all embarrassed and admits he hasn’t done a threesome (and why would he?) but says he’d like to. Gwen takes a piece of tuna and puts it in her pussy like she did me. “Want a bite?” She’s leaning back with her legs spread, t-shirt pulled up and a little pink bit of salmon peeking out from her equally pink pussy lips.

I must say Rick knows a moment when he sees one. He got on the floor in front of Gwen, leaned down to Gwen’s twat, sucked out the tuna, paused and said, “Hmm. Tastes like fish!” We all laughed and laughed.

Needless to say, dinner was over and the fun moved to the bedroom. We stripped him naked, which he enjoyed, then we got each other naked. Gwen gasped a little when she saw Rick’s cock. It must have looked like a monster to a girl who hasn’t had one that big. I gave him a nice little blowjob but Gwen held back. Instead, she watched, fascinated. I don’t know if she’d ever seen a cock like that sucked before. Rick’s dick was like a rock, so I climbed onboard and slid down slowly on his fire-hydrant penis. Gwen climbed onto Rick’s chest, facing me, and we made out while his cock plowed my pussy in and out. I guess Rick made the next move, pulling Gwen down over his face and smothering his mouth in her pussy.

For a lesbian, Gwen didn’t seem to mind which gender was eating her. We gave each other deep French kisses and were all over each other’s tits. I was oozing my juice down Rick’s massive cock and balls. I soaked the sheets. God I’m such an easy pussy.

We fucked and sucked for what seemed like forever. I felt Gwen slip a finger in my ass, and with his cock ramming in and out and her tweaking my ass, I exploded when I came. I must have looked like a gusher from underneath. I had to climb off Rick, and Gwen cleaned my pussy with her tongue as I lay there on the bed panting, exhausted. I reached out and stroked her slit, saying thank you. She was soaking wet too.

I sucked her pussy as Rick watched, stroking his cock and staring unashamedly at us as we switched to a 69 in front of him without missing a beat. Then Gwen stopped me and said to Rick, “Can I try your penis?”

Rick obliged and Gwen fit on it fine, sliding down easily. Later she explained she liked fisting and was used to things that big. She giggled and laughed as she bounced up and down on Rick’s cock. He was loving it too. Maybe he liked it a bit too much because pretty soon he announced he was going to cum.

When she heard that bit of news, Gwen leaped off him like he had poison semen. Lesbians don’t need to take the pill and she’d be mortified to get pregnant. So there I am again, cum bag girl. But I don’t mind. I let Rick do me doggie style and he blew his load in me in a dozen strokes.

It was a great night, even with Rick the Dick. I asked Gwen what she thought and she said she missed the vibrating she was used to with her bunny but his size was just about right. Who knows? Maybe a dyed in the wool lezzie can go both ways after all!
Love and orgasms,
Ellen