Serendipity

Set-piece sexual marathons (Credulity) are one thing; serendipitous concatenations of circumstances another. Yet the results of one can resemble the results of the other.

A Sunday, beginning with what, for intra-marital sex, was a pretty good start. Because C uses suppositories to improve vaginal lubrication and supplements this with a good dollop of Astroglide beforehand, there is little need for foreplay in order to ready her for penetration. A bit of fingering, some kissing, and it's "Shall we fuck?". Today, as usual, C came quickly, probably within a minute. Q comes even more quickly, but with her, the first orgasm is separated from the last by unnumbered orgasms in between; with C, the first is last, the last first (Mark 10: 31 - last verse of a very interesting chapter). So I indulged myself for a little longer and then came inside her.

Dozing afterwards, while C went for a run, I was still aroused, so I jerked off.

Later in the day, walking home from an errand, I called J and found her at home. So I went by for half an hour, or a little more, of vigorous fucking.
In the evening, thanks to the cancellation of an obligation kept to myself, I had a couple of hours with a solid alibi, so I visited Faith. In preparation I got a little stoned and nibbled on the little blue diamond, and was rewarded with a wonderful session of fucking, ass-fucking, oral. With time up, I jerked off in to F's mouth, and she generously did not swallow so that we could share. The first ejaculation felt partial to me, so I carried on and soon - within thirty seconds, perhaps - produced another decent gob of come for F to receive and transmit. Yet this still felt like it was not the end, so I set out after the last load, which, when it arrived, was more copious than the first or second.

The 'multiple orgasm' has happened quite a few times before, mostly with D, but a couple of times with F and very memorably with M (memorable especially because that was while fucking rather than during a handjob or blowjob). My hunch is that it happens only with some pharmaceutical help, but I don't keep records detailed enough to know if that is so. Anyway, it is a lot of fun, and that is magnified by snowballing. Coming in F's mouth, and then sharing all that in a kiss - well, what is there to do after than but the same thing again? And then again, again. And sharper, stronger each time, with the gathering mass and speed of a cartoon snowball heading downhill.

None of this was planned or in place when I woke up this morning. All of it was happenstance, and might not have happened at all. Candy, fond of Hamlet, would surely quote, here: "There's a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will."

Random days

Life as a liar, cheat, and adulterer is made up of days like these:

Sunday evening - D picks me up downtown and drives me uptown. On Riverside Drive she parks, we get in the back of the car, and fuck. Thirty minutes or so of thrusting and grinding, cock-sucking, face-sitting, fingering, licking. I wash up as best I can, she drives me home, and I re-enter family life hoping my wife cannot smell D's cunt-juice on my face.

Monday - afternoon at the office with D, after a brief bar-restroom fuck. Lots of fucking on the desk, with D lying back and me standing, a position in which it is as easy to fuck her ass as her cunt. I am not indifferent between them, but there are times when, as Cleland says in Fanny Hill, it is a matter of 'any port in a storm'.

Tuesday - I take a late morning train to meet A, who picks me up and drives me to a no-tell motel. We take a few hits from a joint and fuck, slowly building up the pace until we come together. A little while later I help her come again, this time with my hands. Before our two hours are up, she gives me an excellent blowjob, though I do not ejaculate again.

Wednesday - ninety minutes with F, at her apartment. First we fuck with me on top, then with her on top. She sits on my face, we fuck again, I go down on her, finger her. Then we spend a good while fucking and talking, with me standing by the bed, her lying on it. This position is one of my favourites, but only possible with beds that are high enough. Through all of this F is having one orgasm after another, in her usual fashion. With time almost up, we go back to fucking on the bed, and I pull out and come all over her. Withdrawal is not the most reliable method of contraception, but coming all over F's belly and breasts, and then licking up my seed, snowballing - that is more than enough to compensate for the risks.

Thursday, Friday - well, I shall report on those when they are in the past rather than the future