Did girlinsearchofanorgasm find an orgasm?

Craig was one of those few single men who responded to our swinger profile who sounded intelligent, able to spell and write in clear English, 30-ish, actually single (not cheating on a wife or partner) and reasonably attractive. We never contact anyone from a swinger site unless we have seen a recent face pic of them - some crass individuals post only pictures of their erect cocks, which is of little interest to me at the preliminary stage...it’s only later that the cock becomes more important!.
After a number of lengthy phone discussions between Craig and MM - I rely on my manager to vet the potential playmates - we set up a visit.
Craig arrived late afternoon from Brisbane with his overnight bag in his hand, as we had left open the prospect of him staying the night. After dinner and a number of necessary...no let me re-phrase that....essential glasses of wine, we retired to the spa. Note, dear readers, the triple function of the spa: to get naked, cleanse the bodies, and to lubricate the action.
Our initial impressions were accurate: he was a good companion, articulate, easy to talk to, and as he undressed slowly for the spa, I could see he had a good slim spunky body, and now it became more important, an attractive 6 inch cut cock. I was quite attracted to this man. I did not have to force myself to become his sexual partner.
He was also, to MM’s delight, bi-curious. Now that simply means that he was not averse to MM sucking his cock, or vice versa. It makes for a much more comfortable experience, and MM was able to indulge in one of his favourite aspects of the classic MFM threesome.
And so it was that Craig had 2 eager mouths around his cock before we exited the spa.
On the bed, Craig proved to be a resourceful and thoughtful lover. He fucked me in several different positions, with MM slipping in as well when there was a lull, or indeed for a spot of DP. Best of all, Craig had stamina! Just when we thought he had had enough, he would spring to life again, taking me in yet another position. It wasn’t until I gave his cock thorough attention with my mouth late in the evening that he actually came...in my mouth actually...I recall that MM’s attempt to lick and suck his cum-soaked cock were short-lived however, as he was too sensitive after his orgasm for more. MM’s also very partial to ‘cream pie’ but it’s a rare experience given our strict safe sex approach.
That night, Craig slept in our bed. It was the one time we did this, and is not recommended for a good night’s sleep.
We were all a little weary by morning, but after a quick swim in the pool, I put a blue movie on the bedroom TV. The boys finished breakfast, and the blue movie quickly had the desired effect: Craig and MM were both ready for more. Again, Craig’s ability to keep on fucking without much rest astounded both of us.
It was almost certainly because of his stamina that during this morning session, from constant fucking, I started to really feel some pretty wonderful things in my cunt. My clit had swollen and had become very sensitive not only from all of the attention from my 2 boys, but the application of a sensitizing gel that Craig had found at the annual Sexpo.
I could feel Craig’s cock so beautifully, sliding in and out, my legs were quivering, and I was enjoying this man very much. And I was wet, wet, wet. Craig eventually came after a furious finale, in the missionary position, and I was left dazed and dizzy as he collapsed on to me exhausted.
Meanwhile, MM had been observing all of this very closely, and as he explored between our 2 bodies with his fingers, he discovered that my cunt and the inside of my thighs were soaked in juice. It wasn’t Craig’s juice, because he was wearing a condom. I had not screamed and bucked like a female porn star - I was aware that I had been moaning with pleasure during the finale, but the ‘orgasm’ was more an accumulation of feeling and fruition without the obvious noisy intensity of a conventional orgasm. It felt natural and spontaneous.
I believe that this was my first orgasmic ejaculation. At least the only one I was fully aware of. Mmmm....
Craig left later that day. I managed a good night’s sleep (I needed it) and was woken by one of my miraculous kapow! moments, my hands pressing on my wet clitoris as it shuddered with contractions. Mmmmm again.
I rang Craig to thank him for surely 2 orgasmic experiences.
Maybe for me it’s a case of more is more: a man or men with staying power for the big O.

The Real Deal

An assurance, dear readers, that all of the stories you read on this blog are true, and that the photos are of the actual person or people who fucked me at the time, and usually of the event as well - there is an occasional exception, such as the Nick story recently - this situation, in the dark on a beach track did not allow any candid snaps, but the pic is of the man himself).

MM is a voyeur who loves erotic photography, and his camera (still and HD video) is always on hand when we play. We have some amazing photo albums, with titles such as "JJ and Her Boys", and a slightly briefer one called "JJ and Her Girls".

Truth in journalism. Enjoy....

Almost a Zipless Fuck

It happened about 2 years ago. A mind-blowing experience that was the classic knee-trembler - but not because I was being fucked against a wall. A true quickie.
Nick was a young (too young - 27yo) bottle shop worker, surfie and trainee fireman. Despite my protests, MM had cajoled me into meeting him one evening, so we ducked into the local bottle shop where he worked for a quick recon. He was certainly young, but he was also tall, good looking, slim (see above) and American! A good combo really.
We had a chat, he seemed to like me, but we left without making any plans to meet.
Next day, the first of a series of text messages arrived, each one getting hotter and more urgent as the days went by. I was still very reluctant, as my rule was, and is, I don’t fuck anyone anyone under 30 years old. Young guys are prone to be unreliable, shoot off at the mouth to their mates, clumsy (or insanely shy), unsophisticated, inexperienced, and just plain.....naive.
The text messages went on and on. We either ignored them or sent back a non-committal reply. About 2 weeks after meeting Nick, one evening (I think I must have been ovulating), he caught me at a weak moment. The first text message read:
“How about we meet at the beach for a quick one...”
Next: “ I want to hold the cheeks of your bum in my hands, spread them apart and lick your arse...”
And again: “Just tell me where you want to meet and I’ll be there...”
And then: “Go on, you know you want to...”
And so on.
After a few more rounds of attempted brush-offs by us, my raging hormones and MM’s urging got the better of me. By the time I relented, I was secretly, as only a woman can be, wet with anticipation. The thought of a quickie at the beach with a young spunk was pretty fucking exciting.
My ‘mature’ side rationalised that it would be a one-off, and we would never see Nick again. A quick exciting fuck, tidy up, and we go on with our evening.
So we rang him, organised a meeting place, made a rather lame excuse to our house guest at the time about delivering some stuff to a friend, and left for the dunes. We parked at a nearby beach-side carpark, and waited. Not long. The moon was filtering soft light through the trees, and assisted by the borrowed light of the streetlights nearby, we could see as Nick got out of his car, that he had only a pair of board shorts on. No shirt, no shoes.. but with a rather large bulge in his boardies. Omigod....
My knees were actually trembling, in fact my whole body was shaking with excitement and expectation of an experience that I had not even known that I might fantasise about!
I had dressed in a soft cotton top (good for tit access), with a short loose skirt, no knickers of course - ready for breeding! MM pulled out our picnic blanket and we headed off along the track to the beach. I couldn’t wait until we actually got to the beach, so I suggested we simply put the rug down on the track. Nick, of course, was very agreeable. He was obviously as horny as hell.
Now I always like to kiss a guy before I fuck him, so I gave Nick a long, slow pash on the lips, tasting the excitement in his mouth. I wanted to stretch it out beyond a 2 minute affair, so I took my time preparing him and getting him more excited with my tongue playing with his mouth. His erection was dancing on my stomach and playing on my mind.
With my back to him, I knelt down on the blanket, and MM raised my skirt, offering me to Nick. There was just enough moonlight for MM to get a good look at the scenario (he’s such a tragic voyeur), but not enough for Nick to actually see my dark star. He started, as he promised he would, by gripping my cheeks, spreading them slowly apart, and flicking his tongue around my arsehole, and with admirable dexterity, levering his pants off at the same time. His cock emerged, already swathed in a condom...obviously a trained boy scout - ‘be prepared’.
By the time he actually managed to get naked, cunt juice was running down the inside of my thighs. I was still trembling, but now I was trembling with the urgency to have him inside me. He entered me in one smooth swift stroke. I could feel his cock so well. It was not very thick, but long, pushing against my cervix as he thrust in and out. Long, slow thrusts. Not bad for a young guy. He fucked me like a dog for several minutes. It was so good to feel his primal need inside me. He fucked me beautifully, sensuously, until he came in a muffled explosion of desire. We stayed motionless, sweaty, for a couple more minutes until he gradually withdrew.
We got dressed (or in my case rearranged my clothes), folded the blanket, and headed back to the carpark.
I gave him a goodbye kiss, and we went home.
Never saw him again. As expected......
No matter, it was an experience I would recommend to any horny woman. Absolutely hot, and I will treasure that experience for the rest of my life.
MM and I still get horny on the memory of that brief interlude. Priceless.

Drinking from the Furry Cup

When is Good-looking TOO Good-looking?

MM had been emailing and texting Tom for months. We had put off meeting him a number of times because of our relentless social life, lack of opportunity, and a desire by me to reduce our lifestyle activities a bit. Eventually, a few weeks ago, we met Tom for a drink at a local bar. He was astoundingly good-looking . I mean film star good-looking. He was Hollywood-tall-dark-and-handsome. Tom Cruise looks with height (he is also an ex-helicopter pilot - my own Top Gun?).

Ten years younger than me, but Tom assured me he preferred older women.

Too good looking for me? Yes, but maybe not in the way you think.

Last tuesday night we invited Tom for a conjugal visit. We wined him, dined him, we all stripped off for the spa. Naked, he was magnificent: tall, great body, honed and buffed on a diet of squash, tennis, surfing and water skiing. By the time we submerged in the spa I had gotten over my awe at this dream man, and I was happy to fuck him.

Tom left the spa and frolicked in our pool at one stage, and well after he had returned to the spa, he still hadn’t made a move on me (despite MM’s urging).

Post-spa, it was getting late, we had to work the next day, and Tom was still not showing any signs of getting hot and heavy with me. I had by this stage developed a slight sore throat and headache ( a precursor to 2 days in bed to follow) so my enthusiasm for vigorous sex had diminished somewhat. Tom was dilly-dallying, undecided whether to make a move or not (he also had to work the next day).

Eventually he got dressed and left promising to come back soon to fuck me. I was thinking later, this guy is so handsome that, by his own admission, he never actually has to make the first move on a girl. So perhaps that’s what happened. He was simply waiting for me to make the first move, and I had silently resolved not to do that! Impasse...

He was in unfamiliar territory, having to chase the girl.

Or maybe he really didn’t fancy me after all?

In any event, we await another visit. Or a cancellation. I’m not concerned either way.

But it would be mighty fine to fuck this gorgeous man.

To be continued.....