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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I'm right on the borderline between a 'generation X' kid and a 'Millennial'. And I'm a nerd.
I'm not asking for pity with that statement. Let me tell you something about nerds. We have really, really good sex.
It's not an altogether happy story though. We earned this shit. Cliche'd movies about lonely nerds jacking off at 14....there's a truth to that, no matter your gender, and it's there in the psyche of most people who know one end of a database query from another. I never copped a feel at 14. I certainly never banged my teacher at 16. The first time I entered my then-girlfriend at 19, the thoughts running through my head were possibly the least erotic thoughts I could of had.
'Thank fuck I managed that'.
Romantic, huh? I'm sure that's what every lady wants to hear. I had the awareness to at least keep that sentiment to myself, thank god, but until that moment, I was convinced I was on the fast track to crazy nerdy old man-weird-sweater-virgin-dom.
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The year is 2004. I'd just exited university. I didn't want to split up with my ex, but I sure as shit didn't want to stay in deepest darkest Norfolk for the rest of my life either, which was the going plan, so when I got an invitation to head up north to study despite my shitty retard-school grades, I couldn't say no. It was a great experience for me. One of the best things I've ever done in my life. For the first time, I met people who had ambitions above and beyond 'call centre manager'. We were debating philosophy, technology, history......It was the best time of my life, if you ignore my penis. That bit didn't have such a hot time. School is still school, nerds are still nerds.
When I was 23, I stumbled into a Kink club in San Fransisco. At the entrence was a lifesized cardboard cutout of C3PO and R2D2. Yeah. You better belive there was some pent up repression in that room. We are up for shiiiittttt..
My ex was by no means a prude - To this day, she's still one of the most sexually exciting people I've ever been with, and my god have I worked my way round the block since. She really could never achieve orgasm from penetration though. At first I took that at a challenge, 20 year old's ego being what it is and all, despite her 'But I can't even do it to myself' objections. Nope. Turns out, she knew what worked with her own vagina, and penetration didn't work. Girl loved head though, but girl didn't love the other stuff. We were together for 2 years - I hate to brag, but I had to do something to make that work. But, I had.....There's a reason I'm on a swinging site, and it's not because it's an easy way to get laid. (Protip guys:- It really isn't.) I have desires that go sorta beyond a 'normal' relationship, whatever the fuck that means.
I don't get what's so hard about giving head. Lets be honest, it's a pretty noticeable big red bullseye that's like, right there. At eye level. It's almost like it's designed to be right in front of your face when you get down there. It even tastes nice, in an irony kinda way. The concept of anyone missing it or being unable to find it is hilarious. Lick it. Don't lick it too aggressively. Take your time. If it's getting too much for her to handle, do something with your hands to take the edge off. This shit isn't rocket science guys.
Flash forward a few years....
'Thank fuck someone knows what they're doing'.
It's Yorkshire. Lasses up there aren't exactly known for being prim and/or proper at the best of times, and a swingers club is hardly the talk of the art scene. The forwardness didn't surprised me, but the sentiment did. This lass had dived into the middle of an open room of guys in a swingers club. I'd perved. I'd watched her suck off a guy. Then another guy. She was...mid 30's? Nice boobs, cute, maybe late 30's at a guess........I'd watched a guy far fitter than me crawl between her legs. I'd watched him eventually get pushed off. 'Your lips are too cold' was the complaint, which in hindsight was maybe medically worrying.
It's a blur. I touched her spread legs. She didn't push away. I slid closer, from her knees, towards her spread lovely, shaved pussy. I touched her clit, I felt her grind back against her. I licked. She grabbed my head and pushed it down across her clit. I didn't let up. I kept licking, sometimes hard, sometimes gently, sometimes rapidly, sometimes slowley, but always focused on that clit. My fingers rubbed around her lips. She started to hump back against them. I slipped one in, pressing against the top wall of her inside. I felt her grind down against it. I could feel her walls tightening against just the one finger. My tounge never let up.
I felt her eventually shudder in a climax, her walls clamping down on my finger. Then we were face to face, kissing, hugging, touching. I felt a mouth on my cock. I don't know where she came from, but either they were friends, or they at least exchanged a knowing glance or something, because my friend had my newer friends hair in her hands and was pushing her head up and down my cock. She looked me in the eye. There was an almost cheeky glint in her eye.
I laid back. I moaned in pleasure, I couldn't help myself. I felt a bit of precum escape. A wet tongue on my balls, another mouth on my cock. I couldn't help myself, I started to thrust back up into the wet warmth that was enveloping me. I felt her mouth thrust back down to try and meet it. My eye's opened again. A leg is across above face, then the same lovely wet pussy just five minutes ago I was happily buried in is lowering itself down onto me. My mouth opens. I start to lick, she starts to grind back against my mouth. I feel a condom being pulled down across my shaft. I feel her sit back, her hands on my chest, rubbing through my chest hair. My cock feels warm. I think I hear kissing above me..... |
