Message-ID: <15329eli$9809150817@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/15329.txt> From: "Sub2Fem" <Sub2Fem@My-DejaNews.com> Subject: First Swing, Chapter 4 (mf, Fm, mm, ff, anal, oral) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: "Sub2Fem" <Sub2Fem@My-DejaNews.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" 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: <199809150214.WAA00828@mcfeely.concentric.net> Author's Note: I wrote this story in 1995, timed to coincide with an actual trip I was taking. Had I gotten a good response from it, who knows? Could have been a true story. I've modified it a bit for this post, to update my email address and my next biz trip. ;-) Copyright 1998 All Rights Reserved DISCLAIMER This is an adult story about Male Bi-Sexuality. If you are a minor, you may not read this work. If you find frank discussions of male bi-sexual behavior disturbing, read no further. If you dislike any of the following, do not read this story: oral sex, anal sex, use of adult sex toys, infidelity, bi-sexuality (male-male, male-female, or female-female), water-sports, any other sex act, or long stories. In short, by reading this disclaimer and continuing, you hereby absolve me from any responsibility for any cost associated with reading First Swing. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED First Swing, Chapter 4 I got out of bed to check my appearance in the bathroom mirror. I combed my hair and brushed my teeth, but left dried cum where it was. I was presentable, but not overly so. Soon, I heard a rap on the door. I strode to it and opened it wide. The clerk was there, the smile on her face turning to shock at my nudity. Her eyes immediately dropped to my cock, which was hanging limply, worn out and covered with dried pussy juice. I took the bottle of champagne from her and turned to get the ice bucket, leaving her in the doorway. I felt her stare as I walked away. "Would you be a dear, and get some ice?" I asked her. Dumbly, she nodded her head and went down the hall. By the time she was back, I had worked the cork to be ready to pop. I flashed a smile at her and pulled the cork. I poured us each a plastic glassful, and handed her one. "To..." I began to toast her. "I'm sorry, what's your name?" This was embarrassing. "Stephanie." She looked at me, almost amused at the idea of a nude man toasting her without even knowing her name. She had lovely brown eyes, large like a cow's. "To you, Stephanie!" I smiled and we clinked cups. I downed mine, but she sipped hers. Refilling mine, I draped the bottle with a towel and sat it in the sink, then poured the ice over it. I plopped down in the chair, and Stephanie sat down opposite me. "You know," she began, "your friends--" "Don and Judy," I interrupted. "--looked worn out. But I never expected to see you nude and so beat-up looking." She stopped, clearly waiting for an explanation. "Well, it was pretty good." I left it at that. She didn't. "What was pretty good. Did Don let you use Judy?" She had a tremor in her voice. "Yes," I confirmed, "and Judy let Don use me too." That plainly surprised her. "You-- you-- you're a fag?!" There was revulsion in her voice. Yet, her eyes shown with interest and fascination. "No, I'm bi. I like sex with both men and women. Women more than men, but there's some things men do better than women." I tried to be matter-of-fact. "You mean... fucking?" "Yeah, fucking," I laughed. "But men can also shoot sperm, which women can't really do very well." She laughed out loud, then shook her head. "You know, I like to drink cum, but I never thought a man would like it too." She paused. "Is that what you did, fucked?" "Aren't we getting a bit personal?" I joked. I raised my hand to stop her from withdrawing the question. "No, its OK. Yeah, Don fucked me but good. Wanna see?" Before she could protest, I stood up and bent over, spreading my cheeks for her. Through my legs, I could see her peering intently at my open hole. I knew she'd see the cum still dripping from it. I didn't expect her to reach up and slide a finger in me, but she did! "My God, you're so open! Doesn't it hurt?" She was sliding her finger in and out. "MMMmmmm, noooo. It feels really, really good." I exaggerated my moans, but only a little. I felt myself begin to stiffen. "Look, you're getting me hard again just fingering me." She peered around and saw my growing penis. "Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" She added another finger and buried them deep, all the way in. "Oooohhhh, please don't stop." Wasn't really an answer, but she didn't care. "I've always wanted to try anal sex, but I thought it'd hurt. Can I try another finger?" Boy! Was she polite! "Pllleeeeaaasseeee", I panted. She wasn't being very gentle, which was good. Her long female fingers were doing a great job. She put in a third finger, this time screwing them in. "I've wanted to finger my boyfriend, but the one time I tried, he jumped off the bed and almost hit me." She too was almost breathless. I stepped away, her fingers popping out. "C'mon" I ordered, offering her hand. She reached for her champagne and drank it down. Then she took my hand and I helped her stand up. We went into the bedroom, stopping by sink to refill our glasses. We stood at the end of the bed, and I leaned in and kissed her. She pulled away, looked at me in earnest, and then closed her eyes and kissed me. We frenched for maybe five minutes before I began to unbutton her blouse. She kicked off her shoes as I pulled her blouse out of her skirts waist. She broke the kiss, and downed the champagne she had been holding and sat the glass down. Then she slipped out of her blouse and wrapped her arms around my neck. She kissed me again, fire in her mouth. She then stepped back, eyeing me intently. She loosened her skirt and pulled it off, revealing her dark hose and white panties beneath. She peeled her hose off, showing nicely tanned firm legs. Turning her back to me, she reached back and unclasped her bra, and turned back, holding her breasts beneath her hands. Then, she squeezed them and milked them, ending by pulling her nipples out and pinching them between her fingers. She licked her lips with desire. I moved in and wrapped my lips around her right nipple, sucking it slightly. She gasped, and I took her breast in both hands and squeezed it as I sucked. Then I switched to the other, getting another gasp. She was hot! I lifted my head to kiss again, at the same time dropping my hand inside her panties. I felt her furry mound, and wrestled with a thick thatch of hair before being rewarded with a very wet slit. She moaned into my mouth as I wet her clit with her own juices and began to circle and rub it. I stopped and quickly pulled down her panties. Then, I pushed her onto the bed and onto her side. I assumed a side-69 position and urged her to open her legs. I inhaled and buried my face, sucking her clit and sliding a finger in. I slowly pumped her, focusing on her clit. Her pussy didn't look very worn, but she was very wet, like Judy had been, so a second and third finger went in. She spent a minute just enjoying it, and then grabbed the base of my cock, pointing towards her mouth. She slowly sank onto it, sucking ever so good. I had cum too many times that night to spurt easily, so her work was cut out for her. She didn't seem to mind though: she was moaning like crazy. She shifted a little, and then I felt her fingers begin to slide in and out of my willing ass again. Oh! Now THAT would make me cum! I tried to concentrate on her juicy hole, and in a couple minutes she came, soaking my face. Her thighs tightened around my face as she humped my mouth. I was making loud, wet sounds as I licked and sucked as much of her delicious sap as possible. When she calmed down, she pushed my knee to my chest and stuck a fourth finger in me. If she had tried, and we had used lube, I'm sure she could have fisted me, I was so eager. She pumped me hard, sucking like a Hoover. She rubbed my prostate too many times, and I came again. It wasn't a very big load, but the orgasm was sooo satisfying. We rolled over onto our backs and rested. I was done in. "What is this?" She asked, taking the buttplug. I told her, and her eyes opened wide. Wide with desire, that is. "Listen," I told her. "Why don't we put that in tonight, and you can come back tomorrow and we'll take it out? You'll be loose enough to fully experience anal sex." I paused, seeing the doubt in her eyes. "Don and Judy are coming over, and I have a game we can play." She jumped at Judy's name. I knew what she wanted now. "Judy? What kind of game?" "You'll have to come over find out. Whaddya say?" "Well, I don't work tomorrow, so I guess I could...." She needn't finished. She was decided. "Good! Let's get that plug in!" She squealed as I took it from her and dashed over to get the Slippery Stuff. I went to the sink and grabbed the bottle of champagne and brought all the stuff back to the bed. I poured her a drink and set the pillows up just so. Then I sat her on them, her butt pushed forward and her legs supported by the pillows. In this position, her asshole was completely exposed. I settled onto the bed and began to lick and suck her asshole. I took it slow, lathering her up. She sipped her champagne, watching me enjoy her tangy browneye. She was purring when I slid my tongue in, swirling it around. She took another glass while I slid my tongue in and out, and then put a finger in, and then my tongue again, alternating. Her cunny was oozing love juice, making my job so much more delicious. She finished the bottle when I had three fingers in and pumping. I had lubed her long ago, so she was slick. I greased up the toy, and pressed it to her hole. Unlike Judy, who had fought it, Stephanie relaxed completely (maybe it was the champagne). The plug inched in and finally settled deep in her anus. At that point, I only wanted to shove her out the door. After all, it was LATE. But, I felt guilty and worried about her driving. So, we slept together, her in a drunken stupor. When I awoke, she was struggling to put on her clothes. She smiled, nonetheworse for drinking so much. She bent down, and kissed me before leaving. "See you tonight, lover," she promised. I called to her, "Bring a camera? It's part of the game." She nodded and I watched her walk out, walking sorta strangely because of the plug. "I can't wait," I said to myself. -- +----------------' 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>