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Janice's Story Back in the 70's
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NEW STORY: Janice's Turn
From: Peter_Principle <[email protected]>
Date: Tue, 12 Apr 1994 09:56:49 UTC (19 screens)
Janice's Story
Back in the 70's, in that decade of post-Pill and pre-HIV, I was a senior
Berkeley and I met a new assistant prof who was teaching a senior seminar in
American History. That wasn't my major, but I had met all my requirements and
was just dabbling. [Boy, that is sure an understatement!] Jed was a few
years older than I, a real product of the 60's. He was a bushy bearded and
somewhat stocky teddy bear kind of guy guy who loved his dope and loved the
sexual freedoms that came out of the 60's, and he resisted giving up either in
the 70's, even when he moved from Cambridge to take a fairly respectable job
at Berkeley.
I stayed on at Berkeley as a grad student in English Lit. Jed and I fell
in lust, moved in together, then fell in love and got married, all within six
months. I was entranced by him, and he introduced me to the things he liked
best. Good jazz. And threesomes.
The jazz was mostly in clubs in Berkeley and San Francisco. The
threesomes were mostly his idea. He liked women -- liked to talk with them,
liked to watch them, and liked to fuck them. He'd meet them, seduce them, and
bring them home to share with me. It was a bit strange at first, but he
talked me out of being jealous, and he encouraged me (and each new lover) to
experiment with bisexuality. Mostly, I think, he just liked to fuck new
women, and he saw this as a way to do it and still maintain a stable
relationship with me.
Not that I complained, at least not too much. The sex was great. It was
liberating, in many ways. But after two years it started to feel one-sided,
and Jed and I talked about me bringing home a guy. Jed made it clear that he
wasn't interested in a bisexual relationship with another man -- isn't it
interesting how many men love to see two woman going at it, but they won't
have anything to do with another man? -- but he was willing to let me
entertain another man in his presence.
So that became my search. I wanted to find someone who I was willing to
take to bed, and that someone also had to be willing to have my husband there,
too. It was obviously a delicate subject area to bring up. Eventually,
though, I found him. David was another grad student, with that clean-cut
blond California look, but not too much the Adonis-surfer type. We struck up
a good friendship and developed it into a serious case of flirting and and
suggestive innuendos. I hadn't had sex with another man since I'd gotten
together with Jed, and I was getting really ready to try David.
Finally, I broached the subject to David. Yes, I'd be willing to go to
bed with him, but it had to be in a threesome with my husband. No male-male
contact, just an evening concentrating on little 'ole me. He thought about
it for a moment, then agreed. I guess when you're horny, you'll agree to
almost anything.
The appointed hour on Friday evening arrived, and David appeared at our
door in the Berkeley Hills. He seemed nervous, and that wasn't helped by
Jed's attitude either. I think Jed didn't much like me having the same kind
of freedom that he'd been enjoying. We treated David like we treated our
female visitors, giving him a quick tour of the house, then winding up on the
deck overlooking the Bay. I suggested we all strip and get into the hottub.
That always worked as an ice breaker. We'd sip wine, gaze out at Alcatraz and
the Gate and the lights of San Francisco emerging in the twilight. It got
everyone toasty and clean. And naked.
Somewhere between being fully relaxed and being cooked, we emerged from
the tub and made our way to the bedroom. It was all ready, with soft lights
and exposed sheets. I nudged David into the room, feeling like a cross
between a sheepdog and a choreographer, and hoped the hottub hadn't mellowed
him out too much to get aroused. We paused in the doorway, and I peeked
around to check out his crotch. His erection was at half-mast. All systems
go!
I gave David a little push, and he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Go
lie down," I told him, and he scooted up to the head and leaned against the
overstuffed pillows. He sprawled his legs out, shyly holding his now erect
penis as it pointed skyward. I looked back at Jed, smiled, then crawled
forward between David's legs and replaced his hands with mine.
It was a lovely cock. Circumcized, medium sized with a graceful curved
shaft tipped with a dark-rimmed mushroom head. I played with his cock for a
moment, feeling the shaft stiffen and the head expand every few seconds as his
muscles clenched. Then, craning my neck back just enough to be able to look
up at his face, I bent the shaft toward me and licked it from the base to the
tip.
I love to watch the man's face when I give him head. It's not a
necessary thing -- I can certainly tell how well I'm doing by just feeling
him in my mouth and tasting his precum -- but I love the extra visual
connection. I can watch his eyes, see them dilate as he gets more excited.
Watch his face scrunch up. And he can watch what I'm doing.
I was just starting to take David into my mouth when I felt Jed get up
behind me on his knees. He grabbed my hips and signaled me to raise my ass.
I inched my knees forward, spread wide to give him access, and Jed rubbed his
cockhead up and down my slippery slit. I tried to use my mouth on David to
mimic what Jed's cock was doing to my pussy. It seemed like that would help
me connect in my own mind what was happening at both ends of my body.
So as Jed's penis was probing up and down my pussy lips, my tongue was
swirling around David's cockhead. When Jed inched into my vagina, I took
David's tip between my lips, making him jump as I worked on the rim. Then as
Jed began to stroke his hard cock into me, getting deeper with every inward
thrust, I swallowed David's shaft deeper and deeper into my mouth. It was
wonderful, really, having that familiar stiff cock drill into my vagina,
deliciously stretching my vaginal opening and filling my insides, while at the
same time feeling and tasting a new cock in my mouth.
David and I kept our eye contact. I think he was feeling a bit awkward,
not just sharing a bed with another man, but with his penis in that man's
wife's mouth, so I tried to give him something to look at instead of having to
look at Jed. I circled the base of his erection with a thumb and forefinger,
gripping snugly and stroking up and down. On the topside I used my tongue a
lot, licking the shaft and swirling around the head, then alternating that
with taking maybe three or four inches into my mouth and sucking, hard. I
like to think I do a good blowjob. Anyway, David wasn't complaining.
Meanwhile, Jed was occupying my other end. I don't know about other
people, but I find it difficult to concentrate on two lovers at the same time.
At any one time, one person has to be a principal focus and the other
secondary. David had my focus most of the time. He was a new lover, and I
wanted to please him. But Jed's thrusts were insistent, and his thick cock
would yank my attention back to my pussy. He held my hips with his hands and
just pounded into me, grunting with each push. He was bottoming out, and each
time it would rock me forward a little and perturb what I was doing with
David. Jed was rock-hard tonight, probably because he was both extra excited
and also trying to put on a show for David.
But as I said, being between two lovers makes it difficult for me to
concentrate, and I didn't feel like I was going to cum. All the right
physical reactions were there. My juices were flowing like Niagara Falls,
Jed's cock was grazing my G-spot, and I felt hugely turned on by the scene,
but I just knew it wasn't going to happen, and I didn't want to waste any
effort worrying about it. At this point I just wanted to satisfy my lovers,
so I tried to get them into sync with each other.
Another thing I pride myself in is being able to exert some measure of
control over my lover's orgasm. The true test was coming [if you'll pardon
the pun] as I had to accurately pace each of them, to slow down one as I sped
up the other. I was more familiar with Jed, of course, so he was the more
predictable one, so I mostly had to work with David to get him caught up with
Jed.
One thing about doing it doggie style is that the angle makes my vagina
open up, and that seems to cause those sexy, sloppy sounds as Jed pumped his
cock into me. Whenever I heard an extra loud gushy sound, I tried to echo it
by slurping on David, and I got some satisfaction in hearing him moan and hold
my head a little tighter and stiffen his cock in my mouth. I hummed on his
shaft, enough for him to feel it, but not enough for Jed to hear. I wanted
that little private communication with David.
I could tell that Jed was getting close. He was grunting and driving
himself into me with long deep strokes that I knew would bring him to orgasm
in no more than another half minute. David's eyes had closed, and his salty
precum was leaking profusely. His hands held the sides of my head, lightly,
letting me draw him along at my own pace. I don't know how much of it was
skill and how much was luck, and how much was just having Jed and David feed
off each other's rising excitement, but they were both getting there,
together.
The two cocks stiffened at the same time. Jed's hips flew into a flurry,
and I tried to match it with my mouth and hand. I looked up at David, and
his eyes were open again, staring down at me. Jed's final thrusts bumped me
forward, and I held the last two inches of David's cock in my mouth and
doubled the speed of my hand around the base, pleading with his dark, intense
eyes to surrender and let me taste his cum. Jed cried out, clawing at my hips
to bury himself, and I felt the hot pulses of his seed spurting inside me,
then only a heartbeat or two later David's cockhead expanded and his
fingertips dug into my hair and he groaned and I got him to cum, too. As each
spurt flew out, I bobbed my head and stroked my hand in tandem, milking his
hot white fluid. His thick, sticky semen splashed against the roof of my
mouth, and I imagined Jed's cock squirting his cum, just like that, inside my
pussy. I squeezed down on Jed as I tried to suck it all out of David. It's
hard to describe how incredibly high-energy it all felt, being the focal point
of two men spilling their semen into two parts of my body.
We were a frozen tableau for a few precious moments. I was the
centerpiece, the human connection between these two throbing cocks, absorbing
each of their energies and trying to echo it back to them. Wonderful! Jed
finally relaxed his grip and slipped out. He smacked me lightly on my butt,
followed that with a little pat, then he sank back on his heels. I let go of
David's softening cock. It bobbed there, in front of my face, all red and
angry and still dripping white out of the little pisshole.
Jed edged off the bed and stood up. His erection was at half-mast,
pretty much sticking straight out and deflating fast. He stroked it a couple
of times, then wiped his hand on his thigh. "Damn, that felt good," he
muttered. He looked down at us on the bed. "I'm going to the kitchen for
supplies. Want anything?" David said nothing. My face was buried against
the sheets, and I grunted a muffled "No." I hadn't moved. My ass was still
sticking up in the air. I felt Jed's cum starting to leak down my thighs, and
I was smearing the taste of David's semen around in my mouth.
After Jed left the room, I crawled up on my hands and knees to lie down
on my stomach next to David, nestling my head on his shoulder and sprawling
an arm across his chest. He reached around to scratch my back and I purred.
"That felt really good, Janice," he told me.
"Mmm, I'm glad," I murmured. "I like the way you taste. I hoped you'd
taste that good." My hand drifted down to play with his soft penis. It was
still leaking a little, and my fingers swirled the mixture of saliva and semen
around the head, then grasped the soft shaft with my fist. "I love to suck
cock."
"Did you cum when Jed, uh, was...?"
"No. But that's ok. It felt good."
"Why...I mean, do you..."
"Do I cum? Yes, sometimes. When he's stoned, usually, and he takes
longer. Or when I use a vibrator. That one was pretty quick."
I felt an erection starting to stir. My hand was stroking him with a
steady, gentle rhythm, bringing life back to the dead. "Do you want to be
inside me?" I asked him. I wasn't satisfied with just tasting him.
"I'd love that. But Jed seemed a little possessive. Shouldn't we wait
for him to get back?" I heard Jed crashing around in the kitchen cupboards.
"Screw him. He fucks other girls he brings home. I get to fuck a guy
every now and then." My hand had him almost hard again, and I rolled over
on my back and spread my legs. I figured it was my turn. I saw his eyes open
wide when he got a good look at my clean-shaven pussy. It always seemed like
that was an extra turnon, especially for a new lover. It seemed to work on
David. He reached down to touch me, and his eyes were glued to my crotch. I
was slick with juices and still pouty, and I'm sure I was oozing Jed's cum. I
moved my hands down and spread myself open to let him look. And to turn him
on. I glanced down to see my smooth mons with my clit protruding. "As long
as you don't have a problem with sloppy seconds...?" I smiled at him.
He smiled back and rolled on top of me. My legs curled up behind his
knees, and I cradled him with my body. I reached down between us to grab his
cock, rubbing it back and forth across my pussy lips like a dildo against my
clit. "Oooh, I'm gonna like this," I moaned, and aimed his cockhead at my
opening. I was antsy to feel him inside me.
David hesitated. His cock was right there, right at the entrance. "Do
you want my mouth on you first?" he asked.
"No," I groaned, squirming in anticipation. I could feel his cockhead
ready to impale me. "Next time. I want your cock. Please." I pulled on his
shaft with one hand, urging him to push in, and fingered my upthrust clit with
my other hand, smearing juices everywhere I could reach.
He pushed. He wasn't totally hard yet, but I was so incredibly slick
that slid right into me, refilling that void with a warm, thick shaft that
reached all the nice spots that fingers just can't get to. He just mashed his
pubic bone against my pussy lips and ground it back and forth against my hard
clit, and I clenched his cock and felt it stiffen and widen and lengthen in
my creamy hole. God, it was wonderful!
"I love the feeling of a new cock," I told him. "It's been awhile." I
was sensitive all the way up, and I could feel those small differences between
David's cock and Jed's, and in a way that was different than how they each
felt in my mouth. David was a little longer -- I was so slick with my pussy
juices and cum, and still stretched out from being fucked by Jed, that I
couldn't really tell how much. I knew from having him in my mouth that he was
about the same width as Jed. David could bump my cervix in a nice sort of
way, kind of sliding his cockhead alongside it and really giving me a
sensation of being penetrated and completely stuffed. He had a slightly
different shape, too. More upwardly curved, like a banana. It fit just
right.
And when he lifted his hips, that hot, hard curved cock pressed up along
the front of my vagina and against my G-spot, and stretched me wide on the
inside and deliciously diddling my pussy lips and clit on the outside. It was
almost like he could lift my hips off the bed with his erection. We lay
there, cheek to cheek, murmuring and making little love noises into each
other's ear. This is what I wanted. This is what I was searching for.
"So, didn't waste any time, huh?" Jed was back at the door to the
bedroom. His words were slurred.
"Just ignore him," I whispered to David. I stopped moving my hips and
kept my hands quiet on his back, but my vagina was actively grasping him, and
he twitched back at me in a silent, intimate response.
Jed staggered over to an easychair a few feet away from the bed, and I
could see he had returned from his foraging expedition with a bottle of
tequila and a joint. It looked like he was well into both of them. "You
wearing a rubber?" he asked.
I replied first. "Yeah. Just sit and enjoy yourself." Then I whispered
to David, "I want your cum in me."
Jed mumbled, "Yeah. Okay." He took a pull from the bottle, slouched
deeper into the chair, and then took a long pull on the joint. "Want a hit?"
"No," I said. "Just let us have a few minutes, okay?" Jed grunted
something, then just sat there, staring at us. It was an uncomfortable
moment, being fucked by another man while your husband is looking on, but I
did my best to refocus David. I clenched him, repeatedly, massaging him with
my vagina, and whispered into his ear, away from Jed, "God, you're so big, it
feels like you're pushing into my stomach." That kept him hard.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jed losing interest in us. He
was taking big sips of tequila, and his eyes drooped and eventually closed.
"Is he asleep?" David asked me.
I looked at him. "Maybe. He started drinking and smoking before you got
here. He has to be pretty stoned by now." My hands cupped David's butt and
pulled him deeper. "Fuck me, David," I said softly, "Do me." He jammed
himself into me, rocked back and forth a few times to stretch my opening, then
started a slow, slippery stroking of entire length of his stiff cock. "Oooh,
yeah," I cooed, "Just like that."
The feeling was exquisite. I cradled his cock on the inside by my velvet
sheath. It was no longer a vagina, I thought to myself. That was too sterile
a word. It was my cunt. It was lubricated by my husband's cum and my own
sweet free flowing come-fuck-me juices. This fresh cock was fucking me,
pleasuring me, the same way I was fucking and pleasuring him. I felt free. I
felt alive. "Talk to me," I urged him, "Do you want to fuck me?"
He glanced over to the easychair. Jed's eyes were closed, but you
couldn't tell if he was asleep or just zoning out. I wanted to do this, to
have David fuck me, without having Jed as an audience, so we were both trying
to keep sound to a minimum. "Do you like to be fucked?" David breathed into
my ear.
I whimpered. "Oh, yeah. Tell me how you're going to do it."
"Just like this." His cock was a steel shaft, gliding into me and
stretching me with an extra push at the end of the stroke. I pulsed around
the base of his cock, quivering deep inside when he buried himself, then
clenched him, as tight as I could, as he withdrew until his cockhead was
barely inside me, then pulsed again around the head as he paused there before
starting the inward thrust again. "I'm going to fuck you until you cum with
me." He kept everything slow, making no noise with the bed, and I just opened
up and held his butt and let him move at his own pace.
"Yeah, make me cum. Ohh, like that..." I rocked my hips to match his,
moaning little noises in his ear, feeling his cock twitch in my grasp and
enjoying the feeling of almost helplessness as his strong male body lay on top
of me, pressing me against the bed, intruding his hard shaft into my body. I
yielded my cunt to his lust, and at the same time felt my own power over him.
"You like to fuck, don't you, little girl?"
"Ummm, yessss...You like my pussy? I shaved real close this morning,
just for you. You like?"
"Yeah, feel how hard you make my cock." I squeezed him as hard as I
could, and he took a sharp intake of breath and held it. My own breathing was
getting more ragged. "You're sloppy wet, but you're just incredibly tight
around my cock. I'm going to cum so hard, little girl."
"Make me cum...oooh, fuck...I can feel you against my clit. It's
reaching out to you. I'm all gooey wet and wide open for you, baby..."
He pushed hard against my pussy, grinding from side to side, and I
gasped and my lower belly started to shake. "You like that, don't you?" David
moaned. He was super-hard now. I could feel the whole length of his stiff
cock, from where its thick base spread open my lips, curving up inside my
silky sheath to spear its fat head all the way up inside my cunt. I knew he
was leaking precum, I could see it in my mind, and I was feeling desperate to
feel him shoot his hot cum into me. I had tasted him in my mouth. Now I
wanted my feel it in my cunt.
I don't know how it was possible, but I continued to get juicier. His
cock was almost frictionless as it moved in and out, slowly, steadily,
deliberately, edging us both closer to the explosion. "You are a great fuck,
little girl." My lower body was starting to quiver now, inside and out. "You
like a new cock, Janice? You like my cock?" His erection was throbbing as it
bottomed out at the end of each slow thrust. I squeezed down around him. I
had to get tighter. I had to feel everything.
I was whimpering, gasping, and David was panting in my ear. We were
getting closer, closer, then he tried to push me over the edge ahead of him.
"I'm going to fill you, little girl. Big gobs of hot cum." David sped up a
little. "Are you ready? Are you ready to feel it?" I felt his rigid shaft
in my cunt. I was all raw nerve-endings, all inflamed and sensitive and ready.
I felt its fat bulbous head teasing just inside my opening, then spreading my
clenching cunt as it slid inward to bump against my cervix, I felt his curly
pubic hair and the hard bone behind it pushing and grinding against my open
pussy, and I just knew that my clithead was poking out from its hood and
asking to be rubbed, and I knew I was going to cum. I wanted to cum. I
needed to cum, to cum all around his beautiful, invading cock.
"Uhhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhh...yesss...now...now..." I was incoherent. It
is a fantastic, crazed, overwhelming feeling, as I rise to a climax. It is a
slow buildup which starts in my pussy and spreads throughout my body like hot
water being added to a cool bathtub. David's cock was ratcheting me up,
stroke by inexorable stroke, toward the inevitable. My slurpy cunt was on
fire, fed by a cock that spread me wide open and filled me to the absolute
top of my vagina.
"Cum for me, Janice. Now. Cum for me." He drove up inside me with one
last thrust, one last hard shove, and I gave out a throaty, choking gasp in
his ear as the dam broke. All I remember is my back arched and my legs tried
to straightened out, forcing him partway out of my liquid cunt, and then he
overpowered me with his strength and pushed back until my legs surrendered and
allowed him to jam himself back into me, my body shuddering underneath him as
he held me tight.
My insides quivered, everywhere, and my cunt was like a million velvet
fingers holding his cock and massaging it, and then David came, too. His body
froze on top of me, his cock twitching and sputtering and I could feel his
warm fluid splashing deep, so deep, inside me, bathing the spongy nub of my
cervix with his surges of semen. He started stroking his cock again, pumping
his cum into me and keeping my orgasm going and going, my whimpers of "oh, oh,
oh" as I found my fingernails digging into his buttocks and feeling the
strength and the power of his balls empty into my cunt, bestowing upon him for
a brief moment a sense of primal ownership over my body.
I love the sensations of exploding together with a lover, the intimacy
and the vulnerability and the shared pleasure all combining to bond me, for
that brief moment, with another human being. David's cock continued to twitch
inside me, and I envisioned his white cream leaking its final strands inside
my cunt, mixing with my own slippery fluids and Jed's cum.
David pulled out and flopped down beside me, trying to catch his breath.
My fingers played across my mons and dipped into my vagina, and I felt the two
loads of cum from my two lovers oozing out of me, and I felt fully and
completely fucked. Jed was rousing now, probably because of our unsuppressed
noises at the end. "You done?" he asked, trying to focus his eyes at us.
"Yes," David spoke up.
"D'ja cum, Janice?"
I smiled, eyes closed, my two fingers dreamily slipping around inside my
cunt as my thumb stroked up and down on my still-hard clit. "A little, I
think."
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