Precious bodily fluids

A remarkable day, but one that began quite unremarkably, with a straightforward intramarital fuck with C. I do not mean to come across as dismissive - this is good sex, fun for both of us, and I did not need to fake orgasm as C climbed on top and fucked me until I came. I am not sure that she came at the same time, but if she did, that would have been her second orgasm, as she had come when I was on top a little earlier.

On to F, with whom I spent just over an hour, nearly all of it fucking F, being fucked by F, or going down on her. Delightful, friendly, fulfilling.

Not much more than an hour after that, I was sitting on the bed in a room at the Herald Square waiting for a woman whom I had never met to knock on the door. Q is an old friend of M's. M had mentioned this blog to her, and Q, having read some of it, expressed an interest in meeting me, so M put us in touch. Today we met, with me knowing not much more about Q than that she was a friend of M's, a redhead of sorts, intensely sexual, married, a mother, and gamine (M's word). She knew about me only whatever M had told her (not a lot, it turns out) and whatever can be gleaned from this blog.

The experience of anticipation - waiting for Q - was very interesting, in terms of the intentional content of the waiting as well as the feelings elicited. As to the latter, 'butterflies' hardly seem adequate to the force or the location of the feeling, for though it seemed rooted in my stomach it also diffused through my chest and into my upper arms, my neck, and descended into my thighs and calves. What explains this? What is it that makes the uncertainty of expectation pleasurable rather than menacing? For though I can describe my thoughts as those characteristic of 'waiting for Q', I do not know, have never met, the woman for whom I am waiting. The next time that we meet, if I am kept waiting, I will then be waiting for Q. But today I was waiting for what I did not know at all, and that was very exciting.

Q had very sensibly told me nothing about herself sexually, reckoning that the obvious and salient features of her sexuality would be apparent enough, and that there was plenty of time later for discussion of details. Once she arrived, that was pretty much my attitude too - let's get our clothes off, get on the bed and see how this is going to work. But Q's telling me nothing also meant that I was taken by surprise when, as I was in what I assumed were the early stages of a rather langorous exploration of her cunt with my fingers, she brought herself off on my finger and spurted hot liquid into the palm of my hand. Female ejaculation, no less! I felt a little like Jamie and Andy on Mythbusters: Myth Confirmed!

I had never encountered female ejaculation until today, or not knowingly. Given how amazing and distinctive it felt, I find it hard to believe that it has ever happened without my knowing. It was a huge amount of fun: repeated drenchings of my hand, my cock, my face in hot come. But Q is even more remarkable in the ease with which she can orgasm and the degree of control that she has over her own sexual response. She has stronger and more active muscles inside her cunt than I have ever encountered, and a range of internal actions - an ability to clasp what is inside her, grasp it, clamp down on it - that is far greater than any woman I have ever fucked. She told me that one of her lovers had described it as her 'turning her cunt inside-out', and that is a good description, though the lead-off motion is one of contraction, with the expulsion implied by 'turning inside-out' a consequence of the contraction. I was not always hard enough to resist the expulsive force, but when I was, it seemed that Q could then shudder through a series of ejaculatory orgasms, each one bathing my groin in hot come.

This ejaculate: not ammoniac like urine, but nothing like male semen - watery, far more copious, with some of the pungency of cunt-juice but expelled in a flood. I have been sceptical about female ejaculation. Now I know better.

Yet already I can see that this ability or capacity is by itself of no significance, but matters only when married to a sensibility that can make of it a gift to give, and that in turn requires someone ready to receive the gift. It was magical to be that person for Q today, most emphatically when she came sitting on my face, flooding my mouth with her come. I have swallowed when a man has come in my mouth, but this I would rate much higher - I am, when all is said and done, a straight man who loves women. Come in my mouth? Oh, yes, please do - give me all there is to drink! In Q's case, all there is was more bodily fluid than I have ever had to swallow, but still by no means enough. I want more.

We were together for two and a half hours. It would be futile to tally the orgasms that Q helped herself to in that time. She seems capable of climaxing again and again. Every moment was entirely absorbing, whatever we were doing. And she is a really good cock-sucker too! I have no doubt that this is a connection that is going to prove extremely rewarding. If, that is, I can keep up with her.

By the time we had to stop, I was liberally coated in Q's come - on my face, my neck, all over my crotch, and also everywhere else that I had smeared and splashed myself with it. I can see that clean-up is going to become a more serious issue.

Planned, unplanned

Today I fucked C, F and D, all within the space of about seven-and-a-half hours. Though this may have the look of a party-piece, meticulously planned, it was in fact largely an accident. I do not strenuously avoid double-booking, but I do not seek it out. Three in a day is not reasonably aimed at, but if it happens, who could reasonably refuse to go along?

C: before I had to leave for 'work' (but in fact was to visit F) C was game to fuck, and I thought, why the hell not? I make it a principle of sorts never to say no to C, and I like being inside her. So we had a very enjoyable fuck, after I had gone down on her for a short while. Once we were fucking, it took her some time to come, which was fine by me, but when she did, I faked my orgasm (I don't believe that she faked hers, but then I don't suppose that she believed that I faked mine either). This seemed to me the wiser course, given what the rest of the day had in in store. I am not sure how long we were at it altogether, but it was not more than twenty or twenty-five minutes, and all over by 9.15 am.

F: this was not totally unexpected, but I had not been sure it would happen, and so had scheduled D for a quickie later in the day. By a little after 10.00 am I was naked with F, and eating her cunt. I went at her for a long time, adding a couple of fingers to the mix, until she came. Then we fucked. At some point, F declared that this was the first time she had come from oral without at least some assistance from her own hand, but I actually think she is wrong about that, and that it happened once before. It does not matter. The fucking was long and involved, with me on top, then her, then me again, and at some point I went back to eating her out. She also sat on my face, sucked my cock, and jerked me off with a finger up my ass until I came. We were done by noon.

D: I met D in a bar at 2.45 pm for a quick drink, and we then drove to a quiet spot, climbed in the back, and fucked. D is multi-orgasmic to an almost absurd degree at this point, so I have no idea how many times she came when I was on top, or when she was on top. She sat on my face also, and I went down on her, and she came several times like that as well. I came only at the end of our little session, resorting to jerking myself off, as we were out of time. We were back on the road before 4.15 pm.

F knows that I fuck my wife, and given that I had not come with C, I do not think whe would have much cared if I had told her that I was fresh from a little intramarital sex. On the other hand, F would not have welcomed me unwashed. So after fucking C but before leaving the house, I washed my cock and face in the sink. After fucking F, I showered. But after fucking D, I did not trouble to clean up, figuring that C would put the smell of sex down to my session with her in the morning.

Why fuck three women in one day? Yes, it is childish, or adolescent. But it is also something that can happen unplanned when an adulterer still fucks intramaritally whilst running a couple of independent lovers. Did I fail to do any of these women justice, in sexual terms? No. Everyone got what they wanted, including me. Ethics aside, it it hard to quarrel with the outcome.