Another Odyssey, Part One

My friend Suzanne Portnoy is coming in from London. Her new book, The Not so Invisible Woman" is "in stores now," as Jon Stewart says. She's reading at the In the Flesh Reading Series on Thursday, April 17th at the Happy Ending Lounge. Welcome back to the USA, Suzanne! Here's my story about last month's Dark Odyssey Winter Fire sex conference:

FRIDAY:
“Don’t worry, we’ve seen everything,” said the bellman as he transported our luggage upstairs. Although we were sharing the hotel with a group billing itself as “The Christian Travel Association,” the staff couldn’t have been more welcoming. We had arrived at Dark Odyssey Winter Fire later than we’d planned, and it was already 6:30 on Friday evening. It had been a long day and a long drive, starting with choosing outfits: a black corset and red leather garter belt, a girl’s gym uniform, a black lycra mini with a plaid scoop-necked vest that left nothing to the imagination, my ever-present schoolgirl mini, five or six pairs of stockings, five pairs of heels, old-fashioned open-bottomed girdle with garter clips, matching white stockings and lace bra, and then there was the long drive down to DC. It was the same hotel as last year: modern, but comfortably elegant, and in this year’s room we had a king size bed and a view with a patch of sky.

Our evening began when we went across the hall to Viviane’s for a meet-and-greet. We’d gathered the blogger posse and commandeered a cluster of rooms: Vivane, Urban Gypsy, Rachel Kramer Bussel, and Ace of Hearts, among others. Rascal, with whom Martin had had a liaison at Sex Summer Camp was there with his friend, the luscious, voluptuous red-headed Bea. They both put their hands on Martin at the door, unbuttoning his fly and groping his crotch. "You're so hot," they whispered to him, and Martin grinned, shyly. He was thinking Bea was pretty hot, he told me later, feeling an immediate chemical attraction toward her.

We slipped inside the room, nibbling on grapes and olives and bread and cheese. Viviane, the perfect hostess, handed Martin a glass of a lovely red wine, and we mingled with everyone for a while. Then, still needing to register, we went downstairs to the conference area to take care of business, after which I went directly to Rachel Kramer Bussel's Spanking Reading. Her idea was that she’d read from her collection of Spanking Stories, and would also be spanking. She hit upon a hot girl from the audience who she had lie across her lap. Then she had the young lady read from the collection of spanking stories while Rachel was whupping her ass with a hairbrush! It turned out that the young lady pulled it off beautifully. She turned out to be an amazingly good reader! Apparently, she used to read for the blind.

While this was going on, Martin was wandering around an area they called the “Sex-O-Rama.” Round and about were tent-like enclaves with mattresses inside them, and otherwise in the open spaces convenient furniture was strategically strewn on which one could lounge or fuck. I joined Martin after getting warmed up by Rachel’s erotica. I found Martin lying on a big red round bean-bag couch, giving punk-rock and tattooed girl Sugar a foot-massage. I was wearing a black shirt-dress unbuttoned at the bottom which hid my lacy white demi-bra, but showed off my white, old-fashioned open-crotch garter-girdle and matching stockings. I curled up next to them to watch, when Albert, a complete stranger, came over to admire my girdle and garter-belt combo, and asked if he could lick my pussy. I shed my dress. It was hot in there, and said "yes!" spreading my legs for him. He was a nice looking man in his 40’s or 50’s. As he lapped at my pussy, I watched Martin rubbing Sugar’s feet. After a while, Martin looked up and spotted Wally and his wife, who we'd met at Dark Odyssey Winter Fire, 2007. “Remember them?” he whispered to me. “I thought they were very hot. I watched him spanking her ass last year.” They spotted us, too, and waved. We got up, Albert melting back into the crowd and Sugar now engaged with her man Sam.

Wally walked over to us to show off the special place where his wife Kitty got her tinkle. A little bell dangled from a tiny ring that pierced her clitoral hood. Her nicely shaved cunt looked so sweet, I had to bend over to kiss it. Both men admired my ass encased in its tight girdle as I did so, and to show it in better relief, Martin told me to bend over a chair. I did as I was told. Wally watched Martin spank my girdle-encased ass, and then came ‘round in front of me and pulled my nipples out of my white, lacy bra. He pulled my nipples real hard, twisting them real good, getting my pussy all wet, and Martin kept spanking me. I was chattel: they treated me like a piece of trade. It got me wet. Wally obviously knows what he’s doing! “I could fuck him,” I thought. There was some talk about getting together with them later in the weekend, but of course I was chattel, so I wasn’t participating much in the conversation. Off Wally and Kitty went to more adventures, and I stood up, straightened myself adjusting my girdle over my hips again, and we were ready to walk into the dungeon.

The dungeon comprised most of the lower floor there, and had the usual BDSM accoutrements: massage tables, St. Andrew's crosses for flogging, scaffolding to be used in rope bondage, ladders and horses and other gymnastic equipment that one could be chained to. In the middle of one room was a large chain-link cage. Near there, we ran into Rascal. He was spanking the girl who had been such a superb reader for Rachel's Spanking Reading. As I watched that scene, Martin checked back into the Sex-o-Rama, and found Sugar again, this time being fisted by Sam. Martin couldn’t resist watching her have a huge orgasm. She came with a bullet vibrator on her clit and Sam’s fist inside her. By the time I found them, though, it was all over.

“Tomorrow, I’m going to be everybody’s glory hole. Daddy says I’m going to be his little slut,” Sugar was spluttering enthusiastically, as Sam petted her head. Martin kissed her and said he hoped to see her around again.

We saw our friend Pamela wandering towards us. She’s a blogger friend and a first-timer at DO. She stopped and told us she’d just gotten single-tailed. We had a look at her ass. Pamela was particularly interested in Martin having a look. He put his hand on it and gave her some soothing strokes. It was such a full, round ass. We started flirting with her, and then she asked me if it was ok for her to play with my boyfriend. She said she felt self-conscious flirting with Martin around me. That was an interesting thing to say, I thought, because it implies a foundational monogamous construct: that women don’t want to see “their” men with other women. I actually feel quite the opposite! I told her it was fine.

All three of us were hungry. We were going to go to Alfred and Lena’s sex party later, held in their hotel suite, but we had little time, so we went to have a bite to eat at the lobby bar, chatting about monogamy and such like.

Upstairs at Alfred and Lena's a bit later, many of my regular orgy friends were in attendance. Barry and Sue, my friend Ace from Sex Summer Camp, and my whole attendant blogger crowd had made it, too. I slipped past drinking party-goers into the second bedroom. Of course Alfred was holding forth - with his dick, not his mouth. He knows I'm a little slut, especially with him, and so he had me on the bed in a second, right up my pussy. Barry thought we could manage some DP, but when he tried to get in my ass, he couldn’t keep hard. My friend Suzanne says some men feel it's "too gay" to be rubbing up against another dick through the wall of a pussy or ass, but I doubt that's a problem for this kinky crowd, but whatever the cause, Barry moved over and I got on top of Alfred, riding him until we were tired. Then I climbed off and nuzzled him on my tits. He relaxed into them and jerked himself off as I stroked his hair and told him to “cum for Mommy.” That made him cum real, real hard. Meantime Martin got Pamela on the bed and ate her pussy and tickled her asshole while she screamed in ecstasy. She told him that she doesn't often give men the opportunity to do that to her. Quelle dommage! ...And then it was home to bed.

SATURDAY:
I was very gung-ho to get up. I had to "do" my hair, but couldn't stop myself sucking on Martin's dick while I was doing it. We had a little time because I’d gotten us up early. I sucked on his dick wearing my fuzzy black sheep pink pyjama top and shower cap. He let me suck his dick while he stroked my pussy. After I came he came
'round to the other side of the bed and jerked off right up by my face so I could watch his cum spurt out and onto the towel he'd laid out on the bed.

We had breakfast with our new friends Iva and Dan and a couple from Seattle, who told us their home town has a good sex scene! Good to know. Then we went to the conference's vendor area. Martin and I admired metal tools for playing with the urethra, and bought beautiful green tubing, nozzles and clamps for our enema equipment. Then we went to a workshop called “genitorture”. The instructor was a woman named Olga who used her girlfriend as a "demo bottom." We learned some nifty new tips, like that you can use electric toothbrushes and tiny dental brushes to tease the clit, and put Listermints on a clit to stimulate it, creating a tingling sensation. She also was keen on the use of crazy glue, which she said disolves in water, so it is not as scary as it sounds!

Afterward we went to a book signing with Tristan Taormino and Barbara Carellas, and my dear friends Mark Michaels and Patricia Johnson. I gave Tristan an original copy of a classic lesbian pulp novel by Vin Packer entitled "Spring Fire," in honor of her Dark Odyssey events, and was so pleased she loved it!

After we hung out at the book signing for a while, I started to get a bit of a headache - probably not enough sleep - and suggested to Martin that we go upstairs for a bit of a nap. We were going leave the conference area, but decided to just “check out” the "petting zoo" - an event going on in another room. People were there with their human "pets," most of them on leashes: cats, dogs, even bunnies. As we watched them crawl around on all fours, roll over, pant and nuzzle their masters and mistresses to be petted we noticed a brief foray into the room on the part of some hotel staff, who stared, and then backed out rather quickly with shocked looks on their faces. We were beginning to head out finally, when but then Martin caught a glimpse of our friend Flame walking his pet kitty, the 23-year-old Thistle. Martin did a HUGE double take and said, “Oh, we have to go back in.” He couldn't take his eyes off her the black heels, her long legs in black stockings and garter belt, the little black kitten ears, her hiked-up black mini-skirt and tiny g-string riding up between her shaved pussy lips, and the big jewel butt-plug up her ass. She was walked in, but then got down on all fours and showed off that beautiful ass to the crowd as Flame made her crawl to "go fetch" a toy mouse, pick it up in her teeth and bring it to him. We watched for a while, and as she scampered around the floor Martin had a chance to pet her for a few moments. It was a lovely sight, and then we really did have to get upstairs. As we were leaving we ran into Pamela who said to Martin, “So, am I topping you tonight?” I just burst out with: “No! No way.” My vociferousness shocked me. Why was I so emphatic? I like it when he plays with other girls. It was that she wanted to "top" him, to fuck his ass, and I wanted to de-virginize him that way in public before anyone else would be granted the honor. (Sorry, Pamela, I didn't mean it to come out that way! My Martin is fun, though, isn't he?)

Finally Martin and I got upstairs and passed out for two hours, thank God, but not before I played with his dick and whispered to him the evil CBT things I was planning to do to him in public.

Upon waking, Martin was my lady's maid when it came to my garter belt and stockings, but I needed to get help with lacing up my corset. We were dressing for the evening's Gala Banquet. Across the hall Vivane was hosting yet another mixer, and long time BDSM scenester Dav helped tighten my up perfectly. Seems I’m always getting my corset done at Vivane’s parties! Meanwhile, Martin wanted to put on eyeshadow, so went and got some makeup from Thistle, who by then was across the hall in Flame’s room getting ready for the banquet herself.

Martin and I went downstairs to the banquet, where we sat with Dan and Iva and a lovely young lady called Minea. I started to chat with Minea. She said she hadn’t had sex in ages, and I joked with her that neither had I – in, like, a couple hours! We supped on steak au poivre and red wine, and were entertained by the fabulous burlesque stylings of Melody Sweets and The Rouge Coquette. As we watched two scantily-clad flapper girls in a voyeuristic dance pantomime on either side of a false window-frame, Rascal, Bea and Pamela took turns cuddling up to Martin. I kept close to the lovely Minea.

We went upstairs after the festivities and I changed into a new outfit that Martin had bought for me: a Jr. High-style girl's gym outfit. I had on red short shorts with white trim, thigh-high white socks with red stripes at the top, and white sneakers. My hair was in pigtails, and I left the room clutching onto my red devil, "naughty" teddy bear.

Martin took me to Flame’s party. I felt very insecure in the outfit, surrounded by all these gorgeous "grown-ups:" young people dressed very sexily in black latex, lace and leather, and me, a little girl, so out of place, but Marcus and his boyfriend John were there, so I felt a little better, even though I couldn't help comparing myself to those guys, feeling so aware that I didn't look all perfect: slim and athletic like that crowd. I was pretty quiet and let Martin direct me. We watched three really hot girls tussle and get it on on the big bed in the room, and it was quite a show. Marcus, sitting beside the bed in a big armchair, had a girl on his lap and was saying some funny stuff and so eventually I piped in a bit and tossed a few quips back and forth. Then Flame announced to the room: “I don’t want to be the first person fully naked at my own party!” With no immediate takers, he stripped off his clothes, and he has a lean, muscled body, he must be about 30, and in a room full of girls and bisexual men that got him his cock sucked. At that point Martin told me to come over. “Would you like to have daddy’s dick in your mouth?” Martin asked me, so I said, “Yes, Daddy.” There I was, a little girl sucking Daddy's dick, and then he put me on the bed on my back while the lovely young women were on there romping with each other, and I reached up and played with their tits, and they played with mine, and then Martin pulled off my shorts and pushed open my legs, licking my pussy right there in the middle of the bed. Then he shoved two fingers into my cunt and finger-fucked me until he made me squirt! There we were, the two 40-50 yr olds, having more intense sex than the other people in the room, it seemed, and after I came he snapped the gym short back on me told me to get onto the floor, on my hands and knees. He pulled my gym shorts down halfway and began to spank me. He got Thistle to join him. Her spanks were really hard on the top of my ass, while he focused on the lower half. That position got my face right up in Marcus' boyfriend John's lap. He caressed my head gently and I cuddled against him. My mouth opened. His cock was right in my face; it seemed so natural to take it in. I got SO into sucking that lovely cock that nothing else mattered. I snuggled against John's warm smoothness: his elegant body, muscled and hairless, and gazed at his face beatifically shining with his love for humankind, and for Marcus. It was spiritual. It was palpable. They'd been fucking all day, and his face was flushed with the roaring high of endorphins. Sucking him, I felt happy: I wanted to give him a gift, give them both a gift: him and Marcus, and John's sharing his body with me was a gift, too. Though he said he was exhausted, my mouth got his dick lovely and hard, and so we got up onto the bed, 'cause I wanted him to fuck me. He’d told be before that he was totally fucked out – so I told him I considered it a compliment that I was even able to get him hard with my mouth! He was all tuckered out, I said to Martin, “Help put his dick in my pussy,” so Martin gave Jeff a little hand job and put his cock back inside me. It was lovely, but didn't last long. Exhaustion took over, but his mouth met mine. "Thank you," I whispered, and we kissed. "Thank you!" he smiled, and I smiled back. “You’re such a lovely man," I said, and he raised up from my body. I felt so given to, so comfortable with him - it was truly a gift: this encounter. How gracious and blessed sex can be between relative strangers!

There was another party on. We went down there. It was being hosted by some friends, but it was packed, and though there was a little sex going on in the front room, mostly it was people chatting, so Martin and I left.

Martin left first to go back to the room, while I was chatting with a friend. He told me that as he passed a couple who were hanging out on the hall, the woman said to him, “You look like you’re dressed like Bacchus tonight.” Martin put what happened next this way: “I get back to the room and a few minutes later that same couple is knocking on my door. They’ve found a little girl wandering, and they have escorted her back to her daddy. She was lost. She was told never to wander off, and so she has been a very bad little girl. Daddy invites the two strangers in to help daddy give his little girl an immediate punishment spanking. Daddy invites the man to help. He tells his little girl to lie across the bed and daddy hands out fly swatters. He says, “We have to make sure there are no flies on her.” The fly swatters make quite a satisfying sound for daddy. After a bit of that, daddy and the other man decide that a hand spanking is actually more satisfying for the spanker, and probably best for the spankee as well: a hand spanking on a bare ass instead of on top of her gym shorts, so Daddy lets the man pull the gym shorts down, and they finish the punishment barehanded on her bare behind. Daddy thanks the nice couple again for bringing the little girl home, and makes the little girl thank them, too.” (My pussy gets wet again as I write this.)

It was time to go down to the dungeon. I put on a more comfortable, dungeon-friendly outfit and we went down with a bag of toys. Once there, we followed the unmistakable sounds of Iva's orgasmic screams. We found her expertly rope-tied to a massage table. Our friend Dav had tied her up, and Minea was leaning over her. She had three fingers in Iva's cunt and a Hitachi Magic Wand on her clit.

I watched, transfixed, but Martin walked a short distance away and started fooling around with the beautiful Bea. "I haven't sucked his dick yet," Bea called over to me. "Could I be allowed to?" “Of course!” I answered, and so she did, a few feet away, and then Martin knelt down and sucked on her strap-on. It was double ended, he told me later, so that with his mouth he was pushing it in and out of her pussy. He held onto her ass and hips, and she came when he started running his fingers over her anus.

Iva was done, and got down, so I spoke to Minea about her needing to get some, after all that giving. Martin said, “Selina, did you bring your strap-on tonight?” “Yes,“ I responded, so Minea asked me if I would fuck her. I was happy to. Up she got onto the massage table. and I knelt above her. First I played with her tight little pussy, warming it up: I kissed her cunt, and then first one finger inside her, easy, and then two, and then three, and then, to open her even more, on with some gloves and lube until she was ready. I slid my nice thick silicon dildo in. We fucked missionary-style, my strap on cock perfectly situated, sliding in and out of her tight, hot little hole. It was WONDERFUL! I loved it, and she loved it, too.

I looked up, and all of a sudden it must've been 2:30am. We were closing down the dungeon! There was no one else left - but that was just fine with us.

Friends

Alfred makes me laugh. He's so ready and willing! I love how horny he is all the time, and how he rubs his hard dick against my ass whenever we meet, like he'd fuck me right in public in a bar, at a book party, or wherever we run into each other. I mean, here we are at his party: his and his wife's, and we're honoring their kinky film festival -- it's the closing event. I'm on a red couch, just as you walk into the club, and I'm lying across Lolita's lap. She's spanking me, getting my ass nice and red. She's a pro: the top of her game, award-winning, authoress spanker-extraordinaire. She starts in on me lightly at first. The smacks are rhythmic, at first barely noticeable, but the harshness builds over a half hour. She's chatting and my ass is exposed to the whole crowd, I'm like her piece of furniture; she hits harder and harder, her hand "accidentally" slamming my pussy, until I'm squirming. My ass is hot and red,too, and I want to get away, but I don't want her to stop.

I know what I need! I just have to have a dick in my mouth! I figure it'll be Martin's, so I motion to my open mouth, like a baby bird wanting her worm, but Martin, hanging back in the observing crowd, is too shy. Too shy! He's come along on this ride, living with me, and I'm a shameless exhibitionist. Oh, well. If he isn't up for it, I'm going with Alfred. Alfred's always up for anything, and there he is, in tie and tails, with no qualms about walking over to the couch, unbuttoning his fly and feeding his fat dick to me. He pushes the back of my head so my mouth slides deeper onto his dick, and then he's face-fucking me, rocking in and out of my mouth. I'm drooling cause his dick's so deep and I can't come up for air. There's nothing like Lolita smacking my ass and cunt while my mouth is full of dick.

When Alfred gets tired, he says, "That's enough!" in his callous, egotistical way, pulls out and strides off toward the back of the club to find some pussy to fuck. I find his rudeness charming. It may sound odd, but he never takes himself too seriously, he's the perfect zipless fuck, and he knows how to enjoy himself.

My legs are beginning to get pins and needles, so Lolita lets me up. The crowd is getting quite a show. I look up and see some of my fellow sex-bloggers looking on. It's a bit of an odd moment: some of them have never seen me before in a sexual situation, but I'm not gonna let that stop me. Martin sits down beside Lolita. While Alfred's been at work on me, he's been watching, and now, when she's sucking on one tit, my beloved Martin takes the other. That makes me all but swoon, and while they have me at a disadvantage they decide to play "tit torture with Selina." Luckily, I've brought clothespins. I'd thought I'd be able to do some public CBT on Martin, but they've made turnabout fair play, so it's my tits that are in for it.

First Martin and Lolita tie my tits up with a nylon cord, and then they take turns snapping the clothespins around the areoae, and right on the tip of my nipples. There are 5-10 clothespins on each tit, and Viviane snaps pictures. She's a prurient documentarian, if ever there was one: my swollen tits, covered and pinched in clothespins, and it hurts, yes it does, but it feels very, very good. I must be sick, right? It gets my pussy wet. When they pull off the clothespins it hurts even more. I rub my sore, swollen tits, and my rock-hard nipples.

I get up, and it's time to head down the hall into the red-lit back rooms where beds are, and fucking can be had. I kiss Lolita in thanks and leave her on the couch. She is engaged with other friends, and I find my way into a room. Martin has wandered off, I know not where. I'm a bit in never-never land. My friends Barry and Sue are lying on a bed in a small room. Martin and I have played with them at other orgies, and I'm particularly attracted to Sue's lovely large breasts and delightful smile. I get on the bed with them and pull off my skirt. I'm wearing a black fishnet crotchless body stocking and my black spiked boots, and then Alfred walks in. Oh! him again. He wants to fuck me proper, so I lie stomach-down on the bed, and he makes short work of shoving his dick into my cunt.

My friend Barry's dick stands at attention in front of me, at the head of the bed, and so I play with it and then put it in my mouth. I feel like a bit of a whore: second dick I've sucked that night and neither of them Martin's, but Martin's nowhere in sight. So ok, I suck it: it's long and slim and slightly curved, and what's really nice is that Sue is there and I get to snuggle up to her tits while all this is going on. She's extremely encouraging. She wants her husband's dick sucked. "Where's Martin?" I wonder. I hope he's found Lena, Alfred's wife, with whom he's had such fun at other gatherings. Then he wanders in and sees me being a slut. "Having fun, honey?" he asks, bending down and kissing me. "Uh-huh," I manage, and he's smiling, but then he's out of there again, into another room, so Alfred keeps on pounding his cock into me, hard, the way I like it, so I'm good, I'm good.

When Alfred comes, it's at the same time as I'm deep throating Barry's cock, but I don't want him to cum in my mouth so I stop. "Oh, baby, I almost came, like, three times," Barry says, and I smile. His wife picks up where I've left off. I get up, and I go into another cubby-like room with a bed in it, and Martin's just finished being spanked by our friend Mickie. I missed it! They're cuddling, and they look so sweet like that. I love them both. Mickie's one of my favorite people. She does wonders with her wand-like riding crop, and, I also know, miracles with her fist which she's so good at fucking in and out of my cunt, so I know Martin had lots of fun with her.

It's getting late, and we have to go, but not before I thank the host and hostess. Martin's thanking the hostess the right way, with a lovely tongue-kiss and what looks like a promise for fucking the next time. That's what I call an after-party!

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A few days later my friend Peter comes over. It was at first just going to be a dinner, but - fuck it! - there's only so much vanilla entertaining I want to do. I have to confess this: my teenage son was in his bedroom with the door closed and the music blasting, but that should be no excuse for what I did. I took both gentlemen into my bedroom and had all of us disrobe. It'd been a long time since Martin sucked cock and I could tell he really wanted to. He went down on Peter like a sinking ship, barely coming up for air, licking, sucking, slobbering on his dick. So hungry for cock, poor boy. Peter, a most discriminating and experienced recipient, said, "Yeah, baby!" more than once, running his fingers through Martin's hair in encouragement and pleasure. "Well, maybe I AM a bisexual!" Martin proclaimed to us, and "Yay! One more for the team!" is all I have to add. Then Martin stopped sucking cock so he could spread my pussy lips to show Peter the inner pink, and then demonstrate how he strokes my cunt and tickles my clit to make me cum. Peter jerked off his dick, watching, and came in a fountainous spurt. I love that the pink of my pussy made him cum, and that he loved Martin's mouth on his dick. It makes me happy, and I don't think my son heard a sound...?

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Last week we had an amazing night with a couple who we've just met: I'll call them Iva and Dan. they live just down the hill from us, not more than ten minutes' walk. They're coming to our lovely sex weekend convention in DC, and so we decided to meet before then, since they live in the neighborhood. I made a lovely pasta Bolognese, and she brought a kind of pumpkin-pecan soufflé-type thing for dessert. Although they'd discussed, apparently, that they "didn't have to fuck on the first date," we fell to. Martin put on porn, "Fashionistas," an old standard, and there was something for everyone between Rocco Siffredi and girls in skin-tight latex to get us juiced up. I couldn't help staring at Iva's luscious tits. I like girls with big tits, I guess one could notice by now: big tits and nice curves.

Martin wonders how "bisexual" Dan is, and finds out by going down on him. I love watching that, and this is my second chance in a week or so: what a lovely boy. Dan is really enjoying himself, so I take the opportunity to get between Iva's legs and suck at her cunt. She's got such a delicious deep red slit, Martin helps. He gets up and helps spread her pussy lips for me. I can't help myself. I haven't had pussy in so long. I bury my face there, slurping and sucking. I suck on her swollen clit. My face is wet with her juice. She moans and it sounds like she wants to come. I work hard for her, I'm down there so long, I could suck on her delicious pussy all night, but finally I come up for air. She says how wonderful my skills are. I feel happy that I've made her feel good, and honestly, pussy licking makes the evening for me, but there's more.

Both boys want a go at me. I lean back on the couch, and Martin steps between my legs. He spreads them real wide and Dan dives in with his tongue. He tongue-fucks my pussy, then pushes fingers into my cunt and asshole. Martin gets in front of my face and takes out his dick so I can suck it. Dan's fingers are deep in me. The ones in my cunt feel real good, but he's deep in my ass without lube, and it's a little raw. I shift to get more comfortable. That's when I remember Iva sitting next to me and those luscious tits I could be sucking. After all, she's the guest! I should make sure she's happy. I have to twist away from the boys to get at those tits, and they follow suit: now they're on Iva, Martin licking her pussy and Dan kissing her. It's getting a little awkward on the couch, so Martin suggests we adjourn to the bedroom. That's where Iva gets the royal treatment. Martin has decided he's going to show her an extra special good time. He's gotten his black latex gloves on and has lubed up one hand. He's going to make her squirt.

I'm fooling around with Dan, but watching Iva and Martin gets so fascinating that I have to sit up and take notice. Martin's fucking his fingers in and out of her, hitting her g-spot just perfectly, the way he does, and she's moaning, "Oh yes, yes!" He hits her g-spot and suddenly she's squirting all over everything: the bedclothes, him. But Martin doesn't let that stop him. "I bet you have some more juice in you, baby," he tells her, and she spreads her legs even wider to give him even more access. There he goes again, fingers fucking in and out of her, and as I watch, a big jet of g-spot cum juice shoots in a big arc out of her pussy. I've never seen it before, on someone else. When he does it to me I don't have a bird's eye view, I only feel it. I know how good it feels.

After all that Martin doesn't even stop. Iva could go on all night, but finally it's late, a weeknight, and work's tomorrow. There's this huge wet spot Iva's made on the bed with all that squirt, and we'll just have to wash the comforter. "I hope you feel guilty," I tease her, and we all get up and head back out into the living room. It's time for pumpkin-pecan dessert. "We'll be doing this again soon, won't we?" asks Dan. Of course we will.

Banned in Canada!

A little while ago I met up with the editor of the magazine I'd been writing for at a dinner party held at a restaurant in the East Village. Among the luminaries were Candida Royale, Luc Wylder and Alexandra Silk, Veronica Vera, Michele Capozzi and Jean, a producer of classic porn films. As I nibbled on Jean's delicious rum and brandy-soaked Carribean-style fuitcake, my editor told me some amazing news about my last column:

Editor: I have to tell you what happened with your last column!

Selina: What happened?

Editor: Well, you sent me the story as usual, and as usual I took a look and then handed it over to the lawyers. We vett every thing through our lawyers. Then it goes to the copy editor. The lawyer signed off on the column, as he usually does, but when it went to the copy editor he came to me and said: "We can't print this!" "Why not?" I asked him. He asked if I'd really taken a good look at it. I said I'd take another look, and I did notice that you'd written a particularly dirty story. "But the lawyer approved it," I told my colleague. "Well ok," he said. So we went ahead and printed the story.

When the issue got to the Canadian Border, all hell broke lose. You see, our Canadian distributor reads every word of every issue, to make sure it complies with their censorship regulations. So when the distributor read the issue he was absolutely adamant that they could not distribute it in Canada. We had a meeting: our staff and the lawyers, with the distributor. The lawyer, who couldn't imagine having approved the piece until he saw his own sign-off, said, "What was I thinking??"

So in the end we had to pay someone to go into a warehouse in the middle of the night where our issues were stored, take the issue out of the shrink wrap, cut out the offending pages -- your story! -- put the issue back into the shrink wrap, and seal it up again. It cost us thousands of dollars!

Selina: Oh, my God, I'm so sorry!

Editor: Sorry? In the 10 years I've been working with the Canadians this has never happened. You should be very proud of yourself! I just wish I'd written a story that dirty!

Wow. Too dirty for the magazine! Too dirty for Canada! And all because, when describing sex play between had me and my boyfriend, I characterized it as "Daddy's little girl" pissing in "Daddy's" mouth before he sucked on her pussy. :)

Shall I Write Tonight?

Things are just so intense I can't keep up. Tonight Martin asked: "Wouldn't you rather be fucking me than writing?" The answer is, of course I'd rather be fucking you. I'm a sex addict, addicted to your cock, Martin.

Tonight I put on my white vinyl nurse's uniform and black latex surgical gloves. It's time to give Martin an enema. It's only the second or third time he's let me help him do this, but this time I have had more practice, and I keep getting better at it.

First he has to pee. I hold his dick for him, and we pee straight into the bowl. I'm getting good at this by now, too. "Give it a little suck," he says, hoarsely, and so I do: just a tiny piss drip on the tip of his dick and I suck it off, and then I deep throat him, and then coming back up, flick my tongue around the tip of his cockhead, then back down again to get him nice and hard. His dick is standing straight at attention now, so then I reach into a nearby plastic jug of warm, soapy water -- the jug that we used to fill the enema bag.

I've got to soap up his cock and balls. It's so much fun to play with them, all slippery and soapy, the Ivory cleanliness of it all -- so 1950's, and it looks so deliciously dirty: my black rubber-gloved hand masturbating him, his dick all red and swollen, and just from that he's close to coming. But then we know it's time for the deed, so he kneels on the towel we've spread on the bathroom floor.

The enema bag filled with hot, soapy water is hanging from the shower curtain rod. I unclasp the valve lock to fill the nozzle full of water, let it spurt out of the top of the nozzle, and then it's ready for insertion. "Push it in deep," he urges, and I do. I slip it into his ass. "Is it in deep?" He asks. "Real deep, baby," I assure him. The bag drains into him. He's taken 3/4th of the bag, and then he asks me to stop for a moment. I click the clasp. The water stops. "How much?" he wants to know. "You've almost got it all, honey," I tell him. He's straining, but he wants it all, so then I give him the rest until his ass is full. His dick is hard - real hard. He sits down on the toilet. I know it's proper for me to now leave him, like a good enema nurse, to "vacate himself," but I even want to watch that.

What is it, that fascination with even the most intimate bodily functions of a lover? Is this the definition of perversity: the way I love his cock fucking between the soles of my feet, or my delight in watching the whole process of his enema, from insertion to the expulsion of fluids? Yes. Sticking that nozzle into his ass, expulsion, all that dirty stuff: it gets my pussy wet.

I let him "vacate," Then he's done for the moment, and I watch him masturbate on the toilet, and then more comes out of him. It's amazing how much water a person can hold. I want him to give me an enema, but we haven't the time. He's done, now, and so Nurse Selina takes him into the shower and soaps down the rest of his body, and helps him clean off with the shower massager, paying special attention to his ass. It's got to be super clean. I'm going to be fucking it soon.

He thinks I deserve a reward for my good service as enema nurse, and so in the shower he's shaven so that his face is smooth. He's going to repay me by eating my pussy. He puts down a plastic-lined paper hospital sheet in case I "make a mess." I've told him to flick his tongue against my clit gently. You'd think that after almost three years we'd have each other's biology down, but there's always more nuances to get. He needs to really get how I like my pussy licked. And tonight he gets it exactly right. He's tickling my clit with his tongue, just exactly the way I love it, flicking up to the top of my clit from underneath, flicking so I can feel the sharp edge of his tongue, but it's still gentle; tickle-soft. And so I'm squirming on his tongue, and then he's got fingers inside my cunt, inside my ass, and I'm rubbing my cunt against his face, and he's got it so perfect, so good.

He's got me trained now: When I feel like peeing I don't clench my muscles. I know I can pee and cum and it doesn't much matter to him, in fact he likes them both. He wants me to do them both for him right there in the bed. I do. His hands are encased in the same type of black vinyl gloves I had on earlier, and his fingers are deep in me. First I feel the hot piss gurgling out of my cunt, over his fucking fingers. Then he shoves a finger into my ass and flicks my clit again and I cum, jerking, calling out "Daddy," like I always do these days. And then he pushes two fingers back into my cunt, bucking them up against my g-spot, and I squirt, this time the juice, for real. My doctor has told us we should put g-spot juice in a cup and he'll analyze it. We want to find out if it's really a different substance than what normally comes out of the urethra. Cutting-edge research, I'd call it. But we don't have a cup, and I cum and cum all over the hospital bed sheet 'til it's soaking wet.

There's more: after a break I fuck his ass, first with my gloved fingers, then slide in a piece of ginger (the Victorians called that "figging"), and then back with my fingers. The ginger lubes up his ass because it makes the mucus membranes generate clear fluid, so it's real easy to get bigger and bigger things up his ass after the ginger. His ass is like a cunt opening to me, and that turns me on. He's my girlfriend and my boyfriend. I like that. He's got a cunt I can fuck, his ass opens like a cunt for me. It's no longer a tight ass: he's opened it up like a girl breaking her own hymen for a preferred lover. Now I'm in with a bulb-type inflating butt-plug, and then our nice fat pink dildo, and I fuck him with that, until he pushes it out and begs for an even bigger piece of ginger. We push it into him: me, with him helping, and it makes him crazy. He says, "Put your finger inside with it, too, so that it rubs against my prostate." I do, and then it's out and I go back in with the dildo. "Slower!" "Faster!" "Deeper!" "Too Deep!" He's a bungle of directions, and I can't keep up. I'm not sure where he wants to go. He pushes my hand aside and fucks himself fast and hard, but not too deep, with the big pink thing, and then all of a sudden he's shooting out prostate fluid, arching up and out of his peehole in a fine clear stream. What a beautiful thing. I've helped him do this. When we lie down together moments later I tell him I'll learn the exact right way, get it all figured out soon, if he'll bear with me, and he says, "We have lots of time."

Then, for a bedtime story, I have him tell me stories of how he learned to ass-fuck himself and make himself cum that way. It turns out Martin's been a dirty boy for a long, long time.

Merry Xxxmas

Christmas is my favorite holiday. Martin and I strung colored lights all around the living room, and I decorated the tree old-world style: white lights, elegant gold and silver balls, and delicate ornaments from all over the world. I do my Christmas on Christmas Eve, like they do in "the old country." Martin celebrated with me and my family, and then, on Christmas morning, he planned to leave to spend a week out of state visiting his mom. I decided that while he was gone I'd throw myself and my friends a Christmas Day Party.

For Christmas Day at my house I cooked a turkey and stuffing, sweet potatoes and made a salad. My guests brought the rest of the food, including side dishes and a home-made pumpkin pie. After eating I played guitar and we all - even my Jewish friends- sang tons of Christmas carols! It went on for at least an hour, and then I got the Xxxmas present I wanted: I got to play with the big black cock of my new friend Ed.

Ed's a delicious man with smooth, chocolate skin, a great body and a gorgeous ass. My friend Sarah the nudist announced, after the carols were done, that it was time for people to strip off their clothes. Ed and my friend Francis immediately complied, and I stripped down to my bra and panties. I sat down on the couch between them, and Ed started to run his fingers along my arm, and then up against my hardening nipples, through the fabric of my Christmas-red lace bra. I leaned back as he tugged them out and bent down to suck on them. I could feel my pussy slicking up, and then I got to put his big, fat dick in my mouth and deep throat it while my friends watched. Sexy Francis, sitting on the other side of me, is about 33. He's muscled, he works out, has olive skin, and sparkling brown eyes. His dick is fascinating, in addition to being big and beautiful, because he's got a big Prince Albert piercing his cockhead. I enjoyed his gaze, and those of my other guests across the room as I sucked Ed. Since I'd gotten practice with Martin, and since Martin can now hold onto my head so his dick is way down my throat, I let Ed do it to me on the couch, right in front of everyone, but Ed's dick is much bigger, so I was almost choking, but I kept at it. It felt good. I came up for air a few times, and as I rested Ed started to stroke my pussy over my lacy tap-pants panties. As his fingers traced my pussy lips I squirmed, but wispered: "I'm bleeding a little. I don't know if you mind or not." I wasn't sure if he minded, but I wrapped my lips around that fat dick to show my appreciation. He really liked how deep I was sucking him, but I stopped and flicked my tongue across his piss-slit, tickling him so he groaned and wanted me to suck more. Then I got up and beckoned him into the bedroom.

I climbed up on the bed and he stood in front of me. "How do you feel about fucking a girl having her period?" I asked him. "I don't usually do that," he answered, and then he asked, "Are you bleeding much?" I told him I'd check, and though I'd been bleeding a lot just before the party, I went into the bathroom and found that my pussy had gotten so slick with pussy juice that where was no blood in sight. I came back into the bedroom and said, "Well, I don't seem to be bleeding right now!" That was all he needed to hear. He knelt on the bed and pushed my legs up over my head. He wanted to rock that big dick all the way in. I had to breathe deep to relax the muscles way up inside to let it all in. It hurt, so big and deep, pounding into me, but I breathed, and let him do me. I looked over and gorgeous Francis was standing by the corner of the bed naked, watching, stroking his dick. My beautiful nude model friend Adrianna was hanging onto him. Then I wanted Ed in my pussy doggy-style. I turned over and showed him my ass. His dick was back in my hot wet pussy so fast it took my breath away. That beautiful big cock was just what the doctor ordered, after I'd been fucking Martin's average size dick. I mean, I love Martin and how fucking kinky he is, but sometimes a girl just needs a big fat dick, is all. Ed slammed it in me and then -- Damn! -- he rubbed his cock head up against by asshole, and wanted to know if I'd let him put it in. "Maybe if you stick your tongue up there first," I told him, and he did as he was told. I loved his tongue cleaning my asshole, making it ready so his fat cock head would slide in. Then he tried to get it in, but I needed to lie down between his legs and let his dick slide between my ass cheeks and up into my ass that way. He lay on top of me and got it in good, and then hammered away until he shot his cum into the condom on his dick as it was buried up my ass. Ed pulled out and I lay on the bed, panting. "When Martin gets back," he said, heading into the bathroom to wash up, "we're still on for that DP, aren't we?" "Oh, yeah," I told him, "You can bet on that."

Adrianna and Francis were watching us from a corner of the room, and when I walked out to clean up myself and get a cold drink, she must've jerked Francis off or sucked his dick, 'cause she told me later that in that short time she made him cum. But what I saw when I next looked in was Ed, back up and at it with her this time, deep in her tight little model-girl cunt.

On the phone the next morning, Martin was happy to hear that while he was away I was having such a good time with my Christmas, present.

God Bless Us, Every One.

Why I Haven't Been Writing, and Then Back to Dark Odyssey

The truth is, Living with Martin is amazing. I'm in love.

Like last night: he forced me to suck his dick so I could hardly breathe. He's the only man I've ever let do this. I usually tell them not to touch my head -- I don't like anyone touching my head. Bad memories - as a teenager, I'm sure you understand. But I let him: when his dick is in my mouth I let him place his hands on the back of my head and he pushes my mouth right up against his body.

One time, a few weeks ago, he held my nose, too. I just surrendered. I let him do it. I couldn't breathe and I let him do it to me.

It's like I'm totally lost in him: I'm sucking his dick, and then, instead of cumming, we're on the bed, on top of my nice white lace comforter, and last night he starts pissing down my throat. I can't take my mouth off of his dick, because if I do I'll make a mess. I have to swallow it. So I'm gulping his piss down. He's pissing down my throat. And he pisses til I've had three full mouthfulls to swallow. It's a good thing he stops then! It tastes acrid, like asparagus. Bitter. Warm. And still my pussy is wet and hot. And then he takes a drink of water from a bottle near the bed, and holds it in his mouth, and then he kisses me, passing on the water, giving me a drink to clean my mouth.

He lies down next to me and strokes my hair, and tells we what a good girl I am, and I am, and then he has me suck it again. He ties my hands above my head, and he's kneeling by my head and he's got his fingers tickling my clit, and I cum as he holds my face to him, as he fucks my face.

WAY BACK AT DARK ODYSSEY:

FRIDAY

"Fit to Fuck" Yoga and then Breakfast, and then "Pussy Massage" with Barbara Carellas, and that’s where we first saw “Molly,” though we didn’t know her yet. Martin especially liked the cornstarch sprinkled over the body. It allows you to massage without getting sticky, and it's all-natural. I liked “Rock around the clit clock,” Barbara's method for finding the exact spot that gets your girl off. You use your fingertip and gently rub all around the clit, "around the clock" as it were, seeing which “o’clock” she likes best. Then there's the “Crescent Moon”: palm pressure on her clit, thumb inside, on the g-spot, and pressure on the top of the pubis. Way to make me cum! And then there's the “Clench and Hold.” Squeeze tight and then release, and then squeeze tight. Martin sometimes has me do this, and Molly had a huge orgasm with Barbara, and then Barbara covered her in a sheet to recover, as she continued to instruct the class.

Back in the cabin, after lunch, Wendy arrived. We were setting up lights, and Martin had brought some elaborate illuminations, including lights in the shape of great bunches of purple grapes, and he decided to make it a public spectacle of me because guests were just arriving, so he tied me to the central cabin pole with his spreader bars. Then he invited Wendy to help beat me. He spanked me, and then he pulled out a flogger and invited Wendy to help. She did: flogged me good and hard, and then he said, “do you want to see how wet she is?” She did, and I was soaking wet.

Once she'd gotten her hand down there she was working some fingers in, getting the juice of it on her, and he said, "We needed to find someone with smaller hands to see if Selina could be fisted." Wendy had planned on going to a fisting class anyway, so practice was a good thing, so why not try it out on me first and get a jump on the game? She got her whole fist inside me and fist fucked my cunt until I’d had enough. Then he untied me, and I lay down in bed.

Martin and Wendy went to fisting class. I got dressed up in my flouncy, flowery tea party dress and went to afternoon tea.

Afternoon tea was served next door on a naked woman. Not the tea: it was poured beside her. The hors d'oeuvres. We ate chocolate-dipped strawberries and and cheese and crackers and miniature scones off her body. I sucked and licked strawberries and whipped cream off her nipples, and then, later, licked a little of something sweet off of her pussy, too. She's a lovely woman. I helped the crowd indulge a bit. After I lead the charge, others -- all men -- took advantage of the "spread" the way it was intended. Really: you'd think they woulda stepped up to the plate before me, but I was the first to partake. :)

Viviane and I had planned the "Pervert’s Saloon Cabin" Mixer. That's what she'd called our cabin, after our famous regular blogger gatherings, and though it rained, and it was fun because we were outside on the porch and under a tent we'd erected outside, drinking wine and listening to Martin's 60's CD mixes full of obscure and fabulous psychedelic classics, watching as people gathered across the lawn for another event called the "Pervert’s Pot Luck" in the pavilion.

It was about earning "Kundalini Kash" - the Dark Odyssey currency, and during the pot luck Martin gave our cabinmate Switchme a hickey, and gave his first public non-bio cock blowjob. He sucked the plastic dick of the lovely, partnered with a man but dykeseque Captain Bee. I just remember kissing my friend Tantric Mark, which I'd never done and it was a bit weird, 'cause we're just friends, but I guess we made some of that Kundalini Kash.

SATURDAY:

Every day there were pile-ups on the beds: lots of bodies, and for the most part we didn't participate, but sometimes I joined in just a bit at the end, though it was mostly Wendy and Avah and Match and Marcus and Molly and Adam and god knows who else.

We went workshops on the "Poly Lifestyle" and I realized how little I was able to even think about that stuff, what with Martin moving in just so suddenly and all, and to even think about someone else in that configuration! I couldn't.

In the afternoon is was very, very quiet 'cause a lot of people were in classes, and Martin fucked me on the lawn in the hot sun. We had a rapt attention of one guy who couldn't take his eyes off us and Martin made me squirt.

I crawled back into bed, spent, and Martin went to the pool for a swim, and then off to a human petting zoo, and I went to a "Blissful Sleep" workshop where I really passed out and then sat in on Marcus and Jefferson's Bisexual Men workshop -- 'cause I like them so much.

Then Martin and I both went to "Cocksucking with Nina Hartley." My friend, her first "demo bottom," was nervous, and it's interesting to see a guy get all shy and star struck, but Nina then she went on to others, and all together did 3 guys, and it was fun to watch.

One of our favorite events was Cigars and Chocolate. That was after dinner. We had our leather boots blacked by a very accommodating and fastidious bootblack, and then I saw S, who I have a mad crush on, she's so delicious. She's a glamorous, voluptuous dyke girl must be 15 years younger than me at least. She has raven-black hair and beautiful dark eyes with long lashes, and she's got a "cutting": one that marks her connection to another, and a belly-button piercing. She's got a girlfriend and she's a masochist hard-core, way more than I could ever take, so I'd venture to say she's kinkier than I - like she's into real, hard-core pain. But I saw her, and she was so sweet, and we are friends.

I sipped cognac and smoked cigars with Martin and Nina Hartley, who was there, too, and we watched Marcus use his "assistant" Desire as a human ashtray and her pussy as a humidor, holding her upside down and her hanging off of him, her legs wrapped around his waist as he walked around.

SATURDAY LATE NIGHT

We witnessed Jefferson, Wendy and Avah's "Blow Job Marathon." It freaked me out a bit. I decided after all that, that two girls sucking 20 dicks each was a little degrading, but the girls were way into it. It occurred to me that it'd be unlikely that any two other women at camp would undertake such a suck-a-thon, maybe because we're older and all, but it really reminded me of rock'n'roll, and not in a good way. The guys were blindfolded and Wendy and Avah had three minutes on each dick side by side and any guy could show up and join the line. They'd get one and then the other, and the guys were to whisper to Jefferson which one they thought gave the better blowjob. Wendy "represented" Long Island and Avah was "New Jersey," and I won't say which won, but I'm sure it's in their blogs. God bless them both, though, and I hope they don't regret it a few years hence.

Watching this contest, we missed things going on inside the "Sex-O-Rama" cabin that would've been fun to watch and we heard tell of later, including an amazing threesome with Match and Nina and a newbie very cute black guy I'll call Dan, but we did manage to have an interesting experience with a transexual in a pink frilly dress with a very small dick and bright pink lipstick. Then we went to the dungeon - a large barn that had been set up with all the acoutrements of BDSM. We witnessed an amazing photo shoot of Marcus, Chris and Molly, with hoods rope bondage, and then the beautiful S and her equally beautiful girlfriend were getting the shit beat out of them with plastic bags over their heads. The guy beating them was marking their legs up and down with diagonal swipes of a thin metal rod. He'd pull the rod way back and then let it smack into them real hard, so hard it raised welts, which eventually became X’s. S's girlfriend was screaming. I couldn’t watch much of it, but Viviane stayed to soak it in.

It was frightfully late. Back at the cabin Martin and I tried to go to sleep, but everyone arrived and decided to continue their activites, which culminating by Marcus getting tied up and tortured by Lolita as all of us watched. She had a hood over his face and tied up his dick and did the spin on it like she'd taught me to do on Martin. She beat him and then had this lovely young blonde tatooed boy come over and suck tied-up Marcus' dick, but wouldn't let him cum. As we watched from our bed, Martin lay back and I whispered dirty words to him about being a good boy for Mommy, playing with his dick under the sheets, digging my nails into the shaft, pinching his cock head and rubbing the tip. It was his first cum of the weekend. He fell into slumber, and in the morning he said it was like falling asleep while watching a weird TV channel.

SUNDAY:

We went to Dossie Easton's "Ethical Sluts" poly workshop, but again, it was just not the right time for us. I LOVE her book, and it's still the must-read on the subject, but we are still so new -- it's hard to think poly-anything. I'd rather think "occasional fuck," or "fun orgy," not actually having multiple poly partners. That's just where I'm at right now. So, unfortunately, we were so deep into whatever we were dealing with we left halfway through. I'm hoping to do another workshop again with her when I can concentrate better.

I was feeling weird. I was torn: should I "do stuff" with other guys/girls or just think "Martin" all weekend? I didn't even know what I wanted to do. It was weird having him with me at DO Summer Camp this year, unlike last year when I was free to set up whatever I liked and fuck whomever. Not that Martin wanted to rain on my parade: quite the contrary. He wanted me to do whatever I wanted. So I wandered off and into the hot tub up the road with "Ace of Hearts", my buddy, and sucked his dick for a bit, but still felt weird, like I wasn't sure what I was doing it for and why, although he has a very nice dick. But it was a bit awkward for both of us. So I then got out and talked to a lovely woman friend from DC who'd I'd gotten to know at Dark Odyssey Spring Fire, who also has been involved with Julio, who I'd been spending some quality fucking time with this past summer. She said, "Go with how you really feel. Be in the moment." She was right, because after that, Martin had me on the Massage table set up outside of our cabin, and it was very hot, the sun beating down on me, and Martin was playing with my pussy again, but it was just too hot in the hot sun, and I was actually feeling upset, feeling frozen, not knowing what to do and how to act or how to feel. So I finally told him. He could see something was wrong, and as we talked I realized it was really about the relationship (like my friend from DC had said,) and he said I could do whatever I wanted to do, and I realized I just didn’t want to do that much with other people, I just wanted to be with him. Then we sat down in the chairs and smoked a cigar. Ace of Hearts, Match, and our friend Rascal showed up and joined us out there.

I had set up for Martin to get fucked. It ended up that Martin was the center of attention in our bed with Rascal and Switchme surrounding him, me slightly below them, and Rascal did fuck him, but it wasn't the revelation that was Marcus last time at Spring Fire. Martin had given himself an enema so he felt "ready," and I got to play with his dick during it, too, and Switchme played with Martin, and they kissed, and of course I like to watch all that, but it was, too, a lot like we were doing it to be doing it instead of doing it because we were really in the moment, and it was ultimately another opportunity to figure out that we really just wanted and needed to be with each other.

I want Martin's sexual experiences with people other than me to be the best of the best. I know what it's like to have sex with people for the wrong reasons, and not really, fully want to be there. I want him not to have to go through that. I tell him, now: "Do only and exactly what you want to do. Never do what you don't feel comfortable doing." If only I'd gotten that back when I first started having sex at 15! That was the lesson we finally got: it's all about the relationship right now. That's where we are. Whether we're at Dark Odyssey or not, right now it's all about the two of us. And you know what? I finally figured it out: that's alright with me.

"Chemistry" and Day One of Dark Odyssey

I'm watching Tristan Taormino's Chemistry 3. I've decided to review it for you all, bit by bit. I'm watching one lovely black girl and her blonde friend get lusciously fucked by the enormously-dicked "Christian". Delicious! I love that underside shot of Christian's dick: you really see how big it is, and it looks so yummy. The girls seem to love it, too.

In the next scene "Derrick" is fucking black chick Jada between dark-haired Roxy's legs. Jada buries her face in Roxy's tits as Derrick pounds his dick into her from behind. My pussy's wet watching it.

In the next scene, after a bit of porn-star chat, it looks like "Steven" makes Jada squirt. Like the other guys, Steven is buff. Male porn stars are looking mighty good in 2007. Steven fucks Jada hard and spanks her clit. Some kind of juice pours out of her, and I don't think it's his cum. I think she's squirting. She has that look on her face: you know the one where it's no kidding, she's totally in the zone.

In this film, the porn stars kiss each other, and it looks like they really mean it. They're cheerful and laughing and warm and affectionate. That's sexy. Tristan knows how to make porn sexy again. Chemistry is unlike any other porn I've seen: it's truly hot -- I mean, she really gets what porn is supposed to be about: hot sex -- but it's also warm and personal. They are having fun and it's obvious, and that's hot, too.

Tristan is maestro of many things -- like Dark Odyssey, of course. Many of my blogger friends have been writing about it for weeks now, but I've been so busy, I haven't had time. So here's the first installment about my experiences at this year's amazing Sex Summer Camp:

THURSDAY

Martin and I arrived, and began to set up our cabin with lights and our bed with draping. Hardly anyone was there. We were among the first to arrive. We met Lolita before dinner for a private lesson in CBT.

The lesson took place on the lawn near Oink, Lolita's cabin. Lolita and I sat on a park bench right in the middle of the large, open lawn with Martin standing before us. I learned how to wrap his dick in rope 3 ways: the cock harness, the ball stretcher, and the propeller. Get Lolita's book, CBT in a Nutshell for her tips and tricks. It was the most perfect lesson. Lolita demonstrated each technique on Martin, and none too gently. She scared him. She can be really intimidating. But she was very, very sweet to me. She'd snuggle up on the bench with me while I tried her techniques on him, encouraging me and reveling in his fear. "The propeller" is particularly torturous. You wrap the penis tightly in such a way that when you pull the string, it unwinds and the cock spins like a propeller. She showed me that you can be rough with balls, pulling them just the right way by grabbing and tugging them together, pulling away from the body further than you would think, and even lightly smacking them as you pull. I have since discovered Martin really likes that - he's such a kinky fuck. I also learned how to wrap his cock and balls in a harness that separates the balls, and creates a way for you to jerk and play with his "package" like it's on a leash. She also showed me how to stretch the ball skin, leaving the balls alone but tugging hard on the skin to play roughly with him.

It was great to be doing all this on the front lawn, in front of whoever would walk by. It was just humiliating enough for Martin to get me wet; humiliating and hot and his dick stayed hard.

After dinner, we went to Reid and Marcia's Cuddle Party. It was interesting, because what I didn't realize was that the lesson of a Cuddle Party is how to set your own personal boundaries. In this sense, it's reminiscent of some of the female-empowerment self-defense courses of the 80's: it helps one take possession of one's own body, and claim the right to do with it what you will. We often "give away" the power over our bodies, both when we are too polite to say "no," as many women often are in social situations and/or orgies, or, in crisis situations, when we simply do not feel empowered enough or strong enough to prevent someone from coming too close in a threatening way.

Cuddle Party was more difficult than an orgy for many of the DO-ers, because we are used to getting physically close, but not necessarily examining our emotions deeply as we do it. We also are often breaking physical boundaries, and there is a kind of hedonistic recklessness that is part of the territory. But we all braved our way through it, and it was definitely food for thought. One of our friends, "C," a beautiful and vivacious sex-empowerment facilitator, tried out saying "no" to every request for cuddling. She said it was a really hard thing for her to try to do, but good practice for when she really needs to set boundaries. After the party was over, we hedonists kissed and cuddled for a few minutes before going back to the dining hall for a late night nibble.

Martin and I finished off the evening at the bonfire, down steps in the dark, far away from the lighted cabins, off in the woods. As we walked toward the fire, we espied Lolita and Dossie Easton, and chatted with them for a while. Then Martin took me to the opposite side of the pit and bared my breasts to the fire. He stood me in front of the fire and held my breasts up the heat of the flames. It was very, very hot. I was scared, but he was holding me tight. Then he took me to the bench across from where the others sat and laid me down on it. I lay back and he lifted my legs and licked my pussy. Then I sat up and kissed his dick, and then he straddled the bench as I lay on it and put his dick in my mouth. I raised my head and sucked him, loving it: his dick in my mouth, I couldn't get enough, and I sucked it down deep, showing off, but then he pushed me back down onto the bench and stuck two of his fingers into my cunt. He fucked his two fingers over and over again, hard and fast, against my g-spot, until he made me squirt, right there in front of everyone. I made a wet spot on the bench. Then he stuck his dick into my very wet pussy and fucked me, pulling out to come all over my tits.

When we looked up, other couples were fucking and around the fire.
We got up to go. “That was so hot to watch!” said Lolita to us as we passed by. Thank you, Lolita my darling.

Martin and I walked up the dark steps, then out across the broad expanse of dark lawn and over to the lights of our cabin. We got inside and slipped into bed, snuggling under the warm covers that we had brought, and then we went to sleep.

Martin Moves In

"Does that make you feel better?" Martin asked me. I'm speechless, but I nod. He's fucked me into oblivion.

For two days previous I'd felt a bit neglected. We'd fucked, but I hadn't cum. Sometimes it's hard for me to cum, especially when I'm stressed. And this moving-in-with-me thing has been intense for me.

Martin has moved in with me. "Be careful what you ask for: you might get it!" I love him, but I'm freaking. I'm afraid I don't have it in me to be a housewife - not that I should be one! - but I hate domestic chores, except cooking, which I LOVE, so we're going to have to find a house-cleaner person, I guess, and I dunno: I love this man. And I'm terrified. I want to "do it right" this time.

So here's how it happened:

Martin was coming in from Long Island on the train. He was supposed to bring "Jay" from the beach with him for a foursome with me and Suzanne. I've been back from London for two weeks. Suzanne Portnoy has come to New York to finish writing her new book, the sequel to "The Butcher, The Baker, The Candlestick Maker: An Erotic Memoir". It's mid-August. Suzanne and I have already spent a day together, and I'm trying to show her a good time, like she showed me - AND HOW! - in London. But Jay cancels at the last minute, so Martin's coming into Manhattan by himself.

Martin's already in the doghouse with Suzanne, because he's been jerking me around with text messages for the previous two weeks and making me crazy. He's been saying, "I want to be with you!" and "I want to go with you to Dark Odyssey," and then, "I don't know when I can see you," until I don't know which end is up. I've been bitching to Suzanne about it, so she's ready to put him in his place. She wants me to tell him that his reward for showing up without Jay is to sit by the door and vette guys from Craigslist that we'll line up to fuck us for 20 minutes each. Her idea is he'll have the job of making sure each guy sticks to his 20 minutes. We're joking about it in her hotel room, while Martin's on his way.

Martin's on the commuter train on his way in, and he's reading Suzanne's book, which I've given him. A woman sits down next to him. She says, "What're you reading?" They start chatting, and it turns out the woman is a dominatrix. So Martin, feeling comfortable, says, "Yeah, I'm kind of bummed, because this friend of mine was going to join us for a foursome, but he can't make it." So the dominatrix says, "Well, maybe I have someone for you." So he says, "Really?" She says, "How do you feel about chicks with dicks?" He says (lovely little pervert that he is), "Maybe! I'll check with the girls and let you know." He asks for her number, but she says she has no phone on her, so he gives her his phone number and then he gets off the train.

Martin meets me and Suzanne in a restaurant in the West Village. I introduce him to Suzanne, and she's a little provocative toward him because she's feeling protective of me. She's giving him a hard time, but in a joking kind of way.

All of a sudden Martin's phone rings. It's his wife, Rita. Rita says, "I just got a phone call from this woman. She says she's a dominatrix? She says she 'has someone for you'? She says you should call her back?" So Martin, a little stunned, tries to make light of it and says, "Oh, yeah, I was just chatting with her in the train about some parties. I'll call her back if you give me the number." So his wife says, "Well, I think I better be there if you're going to call her back!"

We'll never know if Martin gave the dominatrix Rita's phone number by mistake, or if she just mis-dialed, but Rita and Martin's cell numbers are different by one digit.

Suzanne and I can hear the whole conversation between Martin and Rita now. Rita's coming over the phone loud and clear.

"By the way, where are you?" she asks her husband.

"I'm having a bite to eat in the West Village, and then I'm going to J&R," says Martin. That's the lie he told her: that he needs to come into the City to go to J&R Music World to buy some CD's and DVD's.

"Are you with Selina??" Rita asks, demandingly.

At this point I'm staring at the floor, thinking, "Oh, Shit. This is it."

Suzanne, who's already thinking Martin's a lying bastard for sneaking around on his wife, is glaring at him like, "You gonna tell her the truth??"

"That's an interesting question," Martin answers.

There's a long pause. Suzanne keeps glaring at him, and I look up and then back down at the floor. 'I can't put my heart into this,' I'm thinking. 'I can't. He'll do whatever he does.'

So then Martin says to his wife: "Yes, I am with Selina."

Now, he and I, as far as she knew, had broken up. He'd been sneaking around seeing me during July and August. We'd seen each other about four times since the supposed break-up.

Suzanne and I can hear Rita yelling, and Martin answering calmly, and then he says, "Look, I'll talk to you when I get home," and hangs up.

I know this is really "it." But Suzanne launches into him. She says, angrily, "So Martin: Now you're hurting two people - that woman in the suburbs - your wife - and Selina! You've got to make up your mind!"

Suzanne continues, "I got divorced from my husband, and it cost me half a million dollars. But it was the best thing I ever did. The man who I was seeing at the time didn't break up with his wife - that was his choice - but I'm so glad I left my marriage! You know, it's painful - but then it's over."

So then Suzanne says, for good measure, to Martin, "Oh, and by the way? There's no way I'm fucking you. Not now. Not after this."

Damn!

So then it's really quiet, and Martin says, really softly, looking at me: "I guess I have to go to J&R."

I say, "Look, I think Martin and I have to talk."

Suzanne says, "Right. I'm going back to my hotel."

She leaves, and Martin and I get up, too.

Martin and I walk out of the little West Village bistro, in stunned silence.

It's raining. We have umbrellas but don't put them up, and lean against the red brick side of the building, and look at each other, and then away. I look at the ground, and we take hands. So then we're walking. We don't even know what to say to each other. We just walk and walk downtown. Before we know it we've gone 30 blocks. And while we're walking, we're holding hands.

We stop for tea in SoHo, and say little, warm up, and then out again into the drizzle. And sometimes I smile and him, and then I laugh a little, and he says, "Well, you certainly seem optimistic!" And I say, "Well, you know: I love you. That's it. I'm just tossing my heart up to the wind. I know I have no control over this. I'm just saying over and over to myself: 'Let it go. Let it go.'"

We do stop at J&R, and while he goes to the electronics part of the store down the block to buy an MP3 player, I browse through Led Zeppelin and Velvet Underground CD's. He's gone for a long time, and it occurs to me that maybe he's just left me there. Maybe this is too much for him, and he's going back home without saying goodbye.

Just when I'm sure something's wrong, there he comes, back down the street, walking towards me. He takes my hand, and we end up on a bench in City Hall Park and I say to him: "If you could talk to Rita like she was your friend -- if you could just tell her what's in your heart, what would you say?"

Then I add, "by the way, this is not a trick question."

"Well..." Martin answers slowly, "I would tell her: 'I love Selina and I want to be with her. so I guess we have to figure out what do to about living arrangements.'"

I'm surprised. I have had no inkling that he'd say that. And then I'm so glad.

I look at him and say, "I love you, too."

We sit on the bench, hands clasped, and we kiss: just one small kiss.

We part. He heads back home to the suburbs on the commuter train and take the subway home. And guess what? He runs into that same dominatrix again going home! He tells her what happened, and she says, "It was meant to be." Then they're talking, and he text messages me: "She says it was a hermaphrodite. Would you have been into it?" And I say, "Hermaphrodites are people, too. It depends on the person. But sure. We could do that with or without Suzanne. :)"

Martin gets home and tells his wife the whole - true - story of the day. "Isn't that amazing that I ran into the dominatrix again on the way home?" he says.

"I can't believe you'd even consider having sex with someone like that!" Rita responds, meaning the hermaphrodite. "You're such a pervert! You're disgusting! You and Selina are going to die of AIDS!...."

I guess that's when he saw it really clearly: the girlfriend who says, "sure!" to a chick w/dick, and his wife who thinks he's a disgusting pervert.

The next morning he calls me and says, "Rita says I should move out."

"Well, maybe that would be a good idea," I respond.

"Yeah," he says, "I was thinking I should move out, too."

Two days later he's on my doorstep with 7 bags of clothes.


So now we're in my bed. Oops! OUR bed. He's naked and I'm still clothed. I rub his dick and caress it with my nails. I slap it. It makes him jump. He moans. I tug at his balls, my nails digging into the skin just enough to make him squirm. This is how he likes it, kinky darling that he is. I slap his dick and intersperse that with caresses. It makes is dick very, very hard.

He decides to give me what I've been asking for: he peels my sweaty clothes off me and pushes his fingers into my already wet pussy. He pushes those fingers in, and manages to rub my g-spot and tickle my clit at the same time. How does he do that? With two hands, of course. So I'm getting clit-stimulated and g-spot fucked simultaneously, and oh my God, it feels good. I'm fucking my cunt back onto his fingers, trying to get more and more of them inside me.

I know I'm gonna cum: first I cum, whimpering, from my clit -- jerking against him, the tingling running through my body, and then as he shoves his fingers against my g-spot I squirt: first g-spot juice - that clear liquid. It shoots out of me, I can feel it spurting, and he keeps finger fucking me, so I squirt some more, and more again, each time a new burst of juice. I feel the warm trickle of pee coming from inside me: I'm squirting, and then I'm pissing all over his hand. He's loving it.

He's all wet. He rubs his face in my juices. He kisses my cunt and his face is glistening. He comes up and kisses me. I taste myself on his lips. I say I have to pee more and he takes me into the bathroom. He lies down in the tub and I do it in his mouth: squat over his face, and give him just a short couple of bursts, but he drinks me. Then I kneel down and he stands up outside the tub, facing me, and he pees, and I take him into my mouth: as much as I can take. It's not too acidic, it's mostly water, but still, it's hard to drink too much. But I drink, and then I hold his dick as he pisses all over my body. He takes his cock in his hand, then, rubbing himself, and cums all over me too. It feels so good. I just love "porn sex," as Suzanne calls it: when he cums on my face, on my tits -- all over me.

I rinse off, we wash each other, which we've hardly ever done before, and then Martin takes me back into the bedroom where he fist fucks me. He puts on black latex gloves and lots of lube, and gets his hand so deep in me, past the knuckles, almost to his wrist. He says we'll have to find some girl at Dark Odyssey that'll get her fist inside me and open me up for him all the way. I nod: "Yes, honey. Just keep fucking me now." He fucks me so deep it almost hurts, and then he puts his dick in my cunt and fucks me until he's just about ready to cum again. He wants fuck me in my ass, and what can I do? I let him. It's tight - my asshole's real tight at first, but then I'm loving how good it feels. I say, "Fuck me. Fuck my ass, Daddy." He does. His dick sliding in and out of my ass, and then he's pounding away, fucking my ass hard, the way I love it, and then he pulls it out and cums again all over my face and into my mouth.

Now he has to go back to the suburbs to gather more clothes.

London, Part 4: The final threesome

Tuesday:

I met Suzanne in the center of town, in the West End, and we went to London's sex museum, Amora. This beautifully designed and psychedelic Picadilly Circus-area attraction unashamedly demonstrates the technical "ins and outs" of fucking. There's a section where you can "feel the prostate," and "feel the g-spot" on a plastic model. Their BDSM displays and info are devoid of the guilt-laced Puritan prurience that makes sex so terribly shocking to us Americans. The museum also displayed many explicit videos that Suzanne produced several few years ago, demo-ing fellatio and cunnilingus techniques, etc.

After that, Suzanne went back to work and I went off to visit a friend. We met again at another branch of her club at 5:30, ostensibly for bowling and dinner, but the bowling never materialized. That club, however, has a lovely roof deck pool where we settled. It was quite crowded. We sipped Pimms – a very British drink made with - you guessed it! – Pimms, with fruit in the glass. Delicious! Apparently a few of those and you’d be downright shitfaced. As the sun set and the London skyline lit up we had a great, lengthy conversation with a guy who loved our sexual adventurousness and that we were females with frankly sexual appetites. We delighted him with our itinerary. We sat chatting by the pool as the candlelight flickered until I said to Suzanne, “Who can come over tonight that we can fuck?” I was thinking perhaps a threesome? She thought of Derek. She gave him a call. Five minutes later she'd secured our next fuck – that very night. Derek thought it a right capital idea. He's a guy Suzanne sometimes fucks in the morning before work: a well-built black guy with a big dick, naturlich. Do we sense a pattern here? Our date was for 10pm, but before then Suzanne promised we'd stop just down the block so I could see a “real English strip club."

We descended from the roof deck and then made our way into what looked like your average English pub. It was cool inside, just a regular bar, but with just one perfect looking, slim, athletic Russian girl doing a pole dance for the pub boys. They were mostly middle aged men behaving politely as she gyrated and spun in front of them. It cost us the price of a drink, and we all were to tip the stripper, which we did, but not in her g-string. We simply paid the waitress one quid for watching the show. Not a problem, and I do so like pretty girls. We stayed for as long as it took for us to "have a pint."

Back on Suzanne's block, we met up with our date coming up the walk as we pulled in to the parking space in front of her house. Derek seemed a right nice bloke: a short guy, maybe 5'8", but with a super big cock, of course, as Suzanne prefers. It was not quite as fat as Tony’s, but bigger – even longer than either Allen or Tony's, so that you might feel a bit afraid for your cervix. He was much bigger than the guys in NY that I fuck.

Derek has become Suzanne’s regular “before breakfast” fuck. She puts ads on craigslist looking for her slim, fit, buff, big-dicked, preferably black men. The first time she fucked Derek, he'd come over in response to her craigslist ad and fucked her in accordance with a doctor/patient fantasy she'd proscribed (or should I say "prescribed"?). We took Derek upstairs into Suzanne's bedroom. He liked Suzanne and me trading off sucking his dick. He liked my tits. He liked taking turns fucking us. We gave him quite a workout, and he stayed hard for three good cums. His dick wouldn’t go down!

She began it again, greedy girl, but it was ok with me. I helped, caressing his balls while he fucked her. My fingers spanned the girth of his cock while he banged up against her pussy. It was really nice to be so involved in their fucking, and I had to lie next to them quite closely to do it. I caressed his ass as he fucked her, and then, when he came inside her, he went right at me. He didn’t even need time to recuperate! It was pretty much a straight fuck – a little nipple play and then straight in. I'd rubbed my cunt a bit, getting a bit wet watching them, and then I was ready for him to put it in. He didn’t kiss me. It seems that’s the one verboten thing to do with strangers! But fuck me he could, and did. I was feeling a bit emotionally detached, but even so, having such a big cock inside me felt scary, but good. He fucked me nice and deep, came again, and then went back to Suzanne. Her period was starting, and before we knew it, she'd bled all over sheets. "It looks like a crime scene!" she said, and none of us cared. He stayed hard, fucked her again, and came again! Then we had a bit of a wash-up, and he went home.

After he left I stayed up, pretty buzzed on energy, and packed up all my stuff before going to bed.

Wednesday:
I spent the morning going to local thrift shops near Suzanne's house and got great clothes and a Chrissie Hynde tote bag, and a Neil Gaiman collection that I hadn't seen in the states, and then I went back again to the house and packed everything I hadn’t packed – including my new stuff. Then Suzanne came back, drove me to Paddington Station, and I took their “train to the plane” to Heathrow.

After a long and pleasant flight home, my brother picked me up at the airport. As we drove back into Manhattan, I found myself back in the pleasantly familiar acrid air, the too-bright lights and perpetual energy buzz of New York at night. It's good to be back, but I miss Suzanne already.

Swinging London, Part 3: DP

Sunday

We had a relatively quiet day and early to bed, but we went to Suzanne's nudist health club where anything goes. It was mostly us and quite a lot of guys, but there was the occasional female. Behind the bar, one could get tea and snacks. We went from Jacuzzi to pool to steam room, and one former fuck-buddy of Suzanne's wouldn't let us alone. He was omnipresent, and always too close. Suzanne had ditched him due to overall lack of politess, and he'd learned nothing from the experience, and didn't take the hint when we told him to fuck off, until we threatened to go to the proprietors. Then we enjoyed our time there, and ended up having a lovely chat with a very nice in the guy in the pool who was gentlemanly in his attentions and appreciative of my breasts.

Monday

I finally went sight-seeing! I took a tour bus around London and a boat ride on the Thames, but made it home by 8pm. The boys were expected then: our DP date! Suzanne and I got dressed and ready. The doorbell rang, and Suzanne let them in. Allen and Tony kissed us hello - Allen, who I'd fucked in the sex club earlier in the week, and Tony, his handsome friend. Tony, a black man with a massive dick (as specified by Suzanne), turned out to be a lovely, friendly guy, quite bright and charming. We ordered Indian food and it was really good – just enough for the four of us, and I learned that “Chicken Tikka Masala” is the national dish of England! How about that? Oh, those goofy colonialists!

Suzanne and Allen and Tony and I decided to go upstairs to Suzanne's bedroom. We knew the plan was dp. I said, “We’re going to have some foreplay, right, before the dp?” “Of course,” they assured me. We stripped off our clothes. Suzanne wanted to go first. But of course. She’s the hostess! She couldn’t keep her pussy off those lovely large English cocks. In England, they like to say “cock” instead of “dick". [Martin says he likes “cock,” too, (pun intended).] Well, first she took Tony's big, fat dick in her mouth. She sucked him off and then climbed aboard Allen’s nice big dick. She was ready for her dp, and we had lube and condoms. They both got inside her and were pounding away. I was lying next to them watching. Allen stroked me and wanted me to play with Suzanne, but I said, “I’m not doing anything to Suzanne unless she wants me to. She’s straight, and I respect that. Besides, she’s my friend – that’s the important thing.” Suzanne said “Yeah, I’ve tried the girl thing, and I’m just not that into it.” No problem here! It’s beautiful to watch people fuck. I love it. I was watching and sometimes fingering my clit. Tony had occasion to play with my tits and suck on my big nipples while fucking Suzanne's ass, as I knelt on the bed next to them. They pounded away at Suzanne, and when she came they pulled out. They said, “We know it’s your turn next!” I was ready. They didn’t need long to recover. Allen put on a condom and slid his dick into me. I was sucking on Tony’s; it was semi-hard, and big and uncircumcised in my mouth, which was weird, ‘cause I’m not used to uncircumcised dicks. It got hard enough to put inside me. I wanted him to ease into my ass. I directed him to ease it in. It hurt at first, but soon my ass got used to it. Having them both in me, pounding away, was very intense, first of all, because their dicks were so big. Then because there was no kissing and not a lot of foreplay. This was weird, and virtually no clitoral stimulation either. It was really just about fucking. I took it for a while, intensely wedged between these two human beings, being used, them giving me a good fucking. Then I couldn’t handle it anymore. My ass needed a rest. So I slowed them down and got uncorked. Suzanne was ready for a second bout.

They went at her. She and Allen were kissing (they’d been friends and fuck-buddies for a long time by now). She was in ecstasy. Then Tony stuck his dick in her face, and she sucked him, massaging his dick with her hand. Then he stuck it in her. She rode them both like wild horses.

We went downstairs and got into the hot tub naked to chill out. Allen and Suzanne started kissing and fooling around. His good dick was hard under the water. They were kissing and fucking in the hot tub. Tony was playing with my pussy. They uncoupled, and I couldn’t help noticing Allen’s hard dick under the water. I floated out to him. Allen played with and pinched my nipples. Everyone likes my big tits and large nipples. Then he rubbed his fingers against my pussy: slick, even under the water. I reached for Allen’s dick and we kissed. We made out. His dick felt so good and hard. I couldn’t resist it. I wanted to climb onto it for just for a second, but we didn't have a condom down there. I wanted to slide my slick pussy down on it, just for a minute, and fuck him in the hot tub, but I said, “I gotta fuck you with a condom on,” and back we went upstairs to bed for some more fucking.

Upstairs again, Allen and Tony both got back to work on me. To warm them up, I tried to stuff as much of Tony’s fat dick as I could into my mouth while I sat on Allen’s condomed dick. Then they told me to get on all fours on the bed, Allen under me, and then Tony pushed his dick into my pussy right next to Allen’s: 2 fat dicks in my pussy at the same time. They did a bit of rocking in and out, but it was hard to keep them both in. My pussy stretched to accommodate them both, and I could do it for a little bit, but it was hard to keep Tony’s dick in my cunt rubbing up right next to Allen’s. It slipped out. Then they went back to the traditional dp’ing me, Allen’s cock in my cunt, Tony’s in my ass. Then, next thing I knew, Allen and Suzanne were going at it and Tony was slamming his dick deep in my ass. I was pressing back, taking the full length of his dick way up my ass shute, loving his big fat dick fucking my ass, him loving it, murmuring how good it felt for me to love getting my ass fucked, how deep he was buried in my ass, and just pounding like fuck until he came, slamming in and out of me, the hot spunk spurting up out of his dick, into the condom, filling it up, slamming and jerking finally to a stop.

Adam had fucked Suzanne again, good. He came in her. Then we straightened up and walked the boys downstairs. We sipped wine and got into conversations again about bullshit politicians, and life in American vs the UK, and sex, and life in general, and for some reason we couldn’t stop talking, but it was getting later and later. We finally hugged, and thank yous were said all around, and we walked them out into the hall, and kissed again, and said goodbye, and the boys walked back out into the night, and Suzanne and I looked at each other, went back into the kitchen for a minute, and giggled like schoolgirls. It was time for bed, and Suzanne went to sleep and so did I, but not before taking a hot shower upstairs and then sliding into bed in the little cozy attic bedroom, all toasty-warm, and wrapped in Martin’s silk shirt because I love him.

Swinging London: Part Two

Saturday

Suzanne and I parked near Notting Hill Gate - where Performance was set. We walked over to the nearby Portobello Road antique flea market, and when we were done I had Edmund Dulac’s "Illustrated Fairy Tales for the Benefit of the French Red Cross" and two little illustrated fairy books.

We followed that with Tea at the Wolseley with three-tiered tea sandwiches, scones and cookies. Then we went walking around Soho for ages, spending time in an amazing store full of vintage magazines and punk paraphernalia, and as twilight hit, we wandered down the one street that is all that's left of the red-light district of “West End” London. Shortly thereafter we made it to her club and collapsed into armchairs to rest our feet. There we sipped cocktails and mused about how the seedy areas of our cities have disappeared.

We made it home by about 9pm and rested for a bit, then zipped over to "At Our Place," a down home/pub version of a sex club. "At Our Place" looks like CBGB’s, but with sex in the back, instead of that pool table they used to have way back when. As you enter, and there’s a slim, weathered-looking proprietress with a big smile who greets you with a hearty hello. Her husband, a stocky man behind a small bar, asks you what you’d like to drink. Ensconced at the bar was Donna, a local swinger of great notoriety. She was very excited because she and her husband are going to found a swingers’ resort. They’re expatriating and moving to Crete. She was rattling on, in her high heels with her legs crossed, her tits spilling out of her low cut v-neck little black dress. Suzanne and I joined her at the bar, and she gushed about the experiences she'd had in the London Swing Scene. She wanted to explain to us how great it was when she had six dicks inside her at once, two in each hole. She said they’d been really big dicks, too, and explained the logistics. Ok: you have two guys lying flat on the bed, facing opposite ways, so their dicks are right up close to each other, legs around each other, and their dicks are close enough that she could lower herself down on them so they both got in her cunt. Then Another guy got into her ass behind her, and two stood in front of her and put their dicks in her mouth. She said the thing she couldn't work out is how to get a second guy in her ass. “I swear, before I die," she said, "I will have six big dicks in me at once!”

Then Suzanne said, “I keep trying DP, but whenever I do, one of the guys doesn’t stay hard. I think they have to both be bisexual. It’s like if one of them’s hard, then when the other gets in there the other one gets soft. I mean, they’re sort-of rubbing up against each other with the thin membrane of my pussy between them.” “You HAVE to try Allen and Kenny," Donna said. "Allen and Kenny are so great! Do you know Kenny?” Suzanne said, “No, I don’t.” Donna said, “Well, they’re great. I’ve done it with them twice!” I took note and the information proved useful later on. Donna'd been a long-time fuck-buddy of our friend Allen for quite a while, and since I'd already had a lovely bout with him, so I knew he was quality material.

I left Suzanne and Donna talking away. I wanted to explore the club. Easing past the bar and into the main club, I met up with a friend of Donna and Suzanne's: the lovely drag queen Fiora, looking like a drag queen version of Brian Jones. She was mannish but girly in a long blonde wig and pronounced orange-red lipstick. I let her help herself to fondling and then taking out my tits, right in the middle of the front room, which she then sucked on, and I kissed her lipsticked mouth. Our tongues entwined, and I was quite happy kissing a drag queen.

Donna and Suzanne had moved to a leather loveseat against a mirrored wall. I pulled up a stool from the bar, and we watched a girl in a black minidress gyrate on a stripper pole in front of us for her boyfriend. In the back was a room painted black with a black leather bed, and on the other side of the doorway a one-way mirror that looked on to a little private room with a bed in which people could have sex. That pretty much fleshed out the place, except for a closet-sized “grope room,” which into which Suzanne enticed me to come. Upon seeing us enter, several men stuck their dicks through the holes. Suzanne was in her element, first sucking off our friend the drag queen, who came in her mouth, and then playing with two other dicks at the same time, going from one to the other. Someone stuck his hand through the hole and I let him reach my tit, rub it, and then I let him finger my pussy. Then he stuck his dick through the whole and I took it in my hand. I rubbed it and the cum just spurted out, right away! I was surprised. As I was leaving the grope room, the guy who had felt my tits and my pussy winked and waved at me. I liked his look: very typically English working class, a bit stocky but not fat, masculine looking, brown hair, about 40.

Then Suzanne, Donna and I went into the back room to watch the “action” behind the picture window. As with a lot of other sex clubs, there were an inordinate number of single men clustered around whatever sexual activity was taking place, just watching. In New York we call them "wankers," 'cause they watch and wank off to everything. Suzanne and Donna were still talking in that room, deeply engrossed in their conversations, and these men were just standing around them like vultures, as if either of these women were going to do something with any of them! Not likely. So then I moved away from Suzanne and Donna and eased myself back on the leather bed, watching them from a distance. The guy who’d fondled me and whom I’d jerked off in the grope room turned out to be named Carl, and he sat down next to me and we chatted. We were just starting to kiss and make out when Suzanne finally couldn’t take it any more. She was absolutely exhausted, so we had to leave. It was ok with me, even though I’da fucked the guy. I could wait for whatever else she’d cook up.

On the car ride home, I said to Suzanne: “Hey, let’s call Allen and see about some DP, ok?” From the car, she did. It turned out that Kenny wasn’t going to be available, but some guy named Tony would be, instead. “Would that be ok?” Suzanne asked me. “It sounds perfect!” I said. So fifteen minutes after leaving the club we had a date for the following night: we’d both get DP