Message-ID: <6731eli$9712241638@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year97/6731.txt> From: bosnyc@earthlink.net Subject: 4 times 3 - true stories Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: bosnyc@earthlink.net Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <34A0618E.4E4D@earthlink.net> Tuesday 12/23/97 Hey Girlfriend, Where are you? Here I am out here naked all by myself, waiting for you, I’m gonna have to call you, aren't I? Thank god your brother wasn’t able to convert this from the file I sent. He says he wasn’t gonna look...maybe he wouldn’t, even so. 4/11/97 Dear Kathy,I hope it's you there. I loved that intimacy this afternoon. It's a funny medium, typing and reading to be with someone. I was frustrated by the two line limit. Did the Instant Message format limit us thus? And the disjointed sequence gave it a twist, eh? 'Course with the phone you have so much more, including a free hand... .... It's surprising to me how close I feel to you sexually considering how relatively chaste we’ve been. I just got lost in a reverie, of rubbing your back with baby oil. Though I gotta say, as much as I want to make love to you, how much more I wish you to be loved. Threesomes, okay. Actually there were three. I prefer to remember the two with me and two women, forgetting the one with another guy. The first one was in 1967, ah yes, the summer of l-o-o-o-ove. What a year. I had just gotten out of the Navy, paroled was what it felt like. Paroled right into the middle of the "Sexual Revolution" What a party it was. My first job out was selling earrings on Bleeker St. in Manhattan. Selling earrings, what a racket. Telling beautiful women, and aren't most women beautiful, how great they looked in Those Earrings. It was such a great gig for a dog such as myself. Meet and befriend dozens of women out for adventure every day. (Four times, I just remembered another, thinking about that jewelry store) So anyway, the first one, or two, as it were. It's all coming back to me. I met these two girls in the shop and arranged to meet them after work. We went out for drinks, though I don't have much recollection of that. I remember going uptown to where they lived. We took a Checker Cab and we started some heavy kissing and groping, the three of us in the back of the cab. I was in fucking heaven... I remember the look of envy on the driver’s face, a pile of fur and fun in the backseat. I don't remember why, but nothing happened with them that night. The next memory I have is of one of the women came over to my apartment with a different friend, on a night that I had the place to myself. We were supposed to be going out as I recollect. But we never made it. They were about 21 or 22. New York girls. The one I had already met, lets call her Toni, was about 5’4”, dark hair with a thin torso, but big hips. She had the kind of striking features you had to look at to see the beauty of. I think she was a secretary. Sue, was a little slip of a thing, with light brown hair and a pretty face. So we got high, of course. It was 1967 after all. And I’m sure we lit candles and played with stoner toys, you know, like pretty stones and shit... Then when perhaps we were gonna go out Sue says do I have a needle and thread, she has a tear in her shorts... Not only do I have a needle and thread, I can sew, and offer to sew her shorts. Honey, I’ll sew your shorts any day. So she’s got to take them off, no? And as I believe I mentioned it was the sixties. She has on the prettiest little pink nylon panties, with, of course, a cotton insert. Oh, and a t-shirt. I don’t know when I sewed those shorts, maybe I didn’t, maybe that’s what Toni was doing. Sue and I fell into a kiss, she had no bra on, and didn’t much need one. She had only the a delicate suggestion of breasts, raised softnesses with suckable brown nipples. Suckable which I can almost remember doing, pulling her t-shirt over her head. And I know she told me she didn’t want to have intercourse, which was fine with me since so far it was delicious. Bodies look so good in candlelight, I can almost see her. This memory should have some recollect-ability. I must have replayed it while masturbating for fifteen years. I remember kissing my way down her taut young body and putting my mouth on her panty clad pussy, breathing out warm air and joy. She didn’t mind at all when I pulled her panties aside. I clearly remember the first time a girl let me take her pants and panties off. I was fourteen and she was thirteen, a physically mature thirteen. It seemed like an instinct... Sue leaned back as I stuck my tongue between her labia, leaned back and closed her eyes. She was sitting in a chair, this all takes place in the living room. She was slumped down as I kneeled before her lost in musk and nerve cells. I licked her forever and she loved it. So when I pulled her underpants off and brought my cock to her she wanted me in her. So I was in her. I don’t think we fucked for too very long after forty or fifty minutes of tantalization... I must admit I can’t recall when she came, during oral sex or intercourse...but I do remember my coming, it was a good one. All the while Toni is right over there on the couch or the other chair. I don’t recall if she started playing with herself while Sue and I were engaged. But I do remember that we pretty much got right down to it. I don’t remember her clothes coming off. I do remember fucking her though. I can still see her legs up over my shoulders in that maximum penetration position. And for some reason I think I remember us banging away pretty hard at each other, then coming and squirting. Squirting, the word is so attached to the feeling for me. I’d sure like to be in you, squirt in you, Kathy.Kathy. Kathy. The next time was also courtesy of the jewelry store. This is the second time, but the fourth one I remembered. I met these two young women, maybe nineteen or eighteen, maybe more. They were from some podunk west of the Hudson, Ohio maybe... Anyhow they were ready, well almost ready, for a NYC adventure. They were staying at some mid-town, respectable, hotel, a couple of suburban coeds. I was coming on to them both throughout the evening. We went to their room and since the bed was practically the only piece of comfortable furniture, well we got into bed-fully clothed. Well I spent three or four hours, till the wee ones trying to jump start these two. I was lying in between them. We’d kiss and pet, but they couldn’t cross the line to go much further in front of one another, they would each tell me when the other was in the bathroom. They were so close, but just couldn’t. The third event, the one with two men, was in 1968, or 1969. I was married to a Borderline. She had this old boyfriend I had heard many stories about. She always spoke of him fondly, so I always knew she still had feelings for him. I don’t remember the details, but I know we talked about it before hand and liberated spirit that I was had to be open to new ideas, right? So Mike comes over and we had a basic script, she would come on to him while I was in another room. This didn’t work out so great. Oh, we all had sex. But it didn’t have much good spirit, as the first one did. He and I were both raging heterosexual young guys, not sure how to behave in a sexual situation. And at least on my part, not especially eager to explore homoerotic novelty. So it was like serial coupling with Mike and I leaving the room while the other was having sex with Leslie. I did peek, out through the crack between the door and jamb. And I can still see them, her in the aforementioned legs up to her shoulders position and him in the push-up position, which in this case was the push-down position. And, yes, I can see his cock in her when he is up. I guess it was hot in its’ way. We must have each had sex with her three times over a couple of hours. That was the only time I had ever come in contact with another man’s sperm. It didn’t bother me and I fucked her with pleasure. The last time, the best time, was in 1975. My last year of college I had a work/study internship. It was the Christmas party and we had all been working together for a year or so and it was at Claudette’s house. She was the boss. We were high and it was a great happy party. Claudette lived in a modern highrise somewhere in Manhattan. It had a balcony. Karen, Marsha and I went out to got some fresh air. I remember the moment and its’ tone. We were in good cheer and comrades. I hugged them both to me in the chill December night and we just started kissing. That felt so good and right that we decided to go back to Karen’s. She lived with a passel of students in one of those huge old brownstone apartments on the upper west side. We didn’t lose our good feeling in the subway ride up there and quickly retired to Karen’s bedroom. We three hugged. Did I mention that both Karen and Marsha had huge breasts, they did. I’m not a guy whose fixated on large breasts, I love them all. But Karen and Marsha were special in that way. We hugged and we took each others clothes off. We actually did a slow motion onto the bed, I’m sure...then we got lost in kissing and touching. I distinctly remember Marsha sucking on me. I hadn’t had much of that up to this point in my life so it stands out in memory...clearly. Marsha and I had intercourse I remember, but she had no protection from pregnancy so I couldn’t come in her cunt, after we fucked awhile I pulled my penis out of her and she took it in her mouth and I fucked her mouth till I came... Men can come like falling off a log. It seems like for a lot of women coming is like a high wire act that must be executed with precision or...Karen was unusual in that to come she had to fucked in the missionary position, no digital, no tongue, just straight fucking. So that’s what we did. Since I had already come once I was able to do it as long as she needed me to, which was some time. I can visualize her below me her head turned to the side, her eyes closed her great breasts spilled out...and her orgasm like a stroke, her vagina gripping me and me shooting myself into her, wet with sweat, exhausted. I went home to Michele around 6am. She would have been happy for me aside from jealous. She wanted me to enjoy my life, period. And though she would have been jealous, in part, and that’s why I didn’t tell her, another part of her would have been pleased at my pleasure. That’s who she is. I had sex with Marsha again some months later. She told me about the time after the christmas party night when she and Karen had sex. These memories of youthful lust are such pale memories. Much richer is the memory of your breast in my hand. When , and will I, suck on your lovely breasts. Will I taste you as I want to taste you? My tongue in your pussy. Now my cock is hard. These old stories are warm, but you are hot in me now. I want you to hold me, hold me, kiss me. I want to take off your blouse, button by button. Open it and kiss the rise of your breast above your bra as our groins sing their own song to each other. I want to feel your legs against mine. I want to unsnap your slacks. Your hand on my shoulder as I lower your pants for you step out of, your belly by my face I cannot resist it with my lips. You take off my shirt, you hold me, you caress me...your ass in my hands, soft and round, curving around and in my hand touches you up between your legs. I push the panties aside to touch your wetness as our tongues explore our mouths. You reach down between us slipping your hand into my pants... I want you. Do you want to meet and make love? PS. I never got Kathy... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/><http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>