Conventions

I had to attend a large convention, in a large convention hotel. D came with me. On the drive down we stopped and fucked three times in rest-stop parking lots, so the whole journey there was punctuated with sex, and it was at least as much fun to travel as to arrive. D was wearing a short skirt, thigh-high stockings and no underwear, so I could finger her whenever I liked, and it was exciting and educational to note how her cunt ripened as the hours went by. I came inside her the first time that we fucked, at the Thomas Edison rest-stop on the New Jersey Turnpike. That fuck was, as much as anything, just fucking in order to break the sexual tension. I am not sure whether I cam in her at the second stop, which I think was Walt Whitman. The third stop - Clara Barton, in Delaware - was more extensive, with all clothes off, and by that point D's cunt was swollen, pungent, and utterly delicious.

I was able to check in at the hotel early, so we could have an hour and a bit to go at each other before I had to leave to work. That was the first ass-fuck. There is something extremely pleasing about sitting through tiresome meetings with tedious colleagues just minutes after a vigorous, vocal ass-fuck. Later, we had a quick session around dinner-time, and then met again at midnight and fucked as far into the night as we could, fuelled with pot, wine, music, and a 3.00 am stroll around the empty city.

D's capacity for pleasure, as I have so often noted, is almost limitless. Sometimes, starting to fuck again, we are both so sensitive as to be sore - I have to go slow in entering, she is a little dry at first. But neither of us have any reluctance about forging ahead, for once she opens up she will also become wet, and from then until we are done the sensitivity is all in the service of pleasure rather than in the way of it.

We had two nights together, sleeping very little, and odd times grabbed throughout the day. So a huge amount of sex, all of standard sorts, though I did have D's thigh-highs on at one point. After such marathons I can recall few details, and certainly cannot log the various acts and emissions. But I am confident that I have never had so much fun at a professional convention before.