How do you introduce the man you love to the other women in your life, when one of the things you love is how amazing he is for you in the sexual world? Johnny Athers (pronounced ath -- hers, and don't you forget it!) and I met when I was in college. I had become the gangbang go to girl for the frats on campus. If one of them had a party and wanted to get their pledges properly initiated, they got hold of me. Or if they had an alumni gathering (minus the wives), I was the party favor. And I would welcome every dick in every hole until either I was so full of come that I became too slippery to hold, or they ran out of come to give me. I didn't care about a reputation or any stigma -- I was perpetually horny and starved for attention (not realizing, until later, that no amount of sex was going to give me what I was really after).
Then, one night at one of those frats, as I took on cock after cock, as I swallowed load after load and was dripping even more splooge from ass and pussy, I met a man with a magic cock. To this day I remember how different his was from all the others. Not because he was built like a baseball bat -- he was bigger than average but no donkey dick -- but because from the minute he began using it to give me pleasure I knew it was unique. He used every hole I have -- like many others -- but unlike those others, it wasn't just "shove it in and get my rocks off." Most guys lose their conscious minds when you touch their dicks; most are in their own world, glorying in the micro feelings that happen on their cocks. At some point, even the greatest guys I had dated checked out when they were deep dicking me. Just when I wanted to be looking in their eyes and hearing them tell me how wonderful it was and what it felt like, it was as if their minds were taken over by their cocks.
But not Mr. Magic Dick! I didn't even know his name -- I probably can't tell you most of the names of the guys who I fucked in those gang bangs, and most of the time couldn't even recognize them if I ran into them on campus anyway! I remember how he eased the head of his big, cut cock into my mouth and slowly probed it. When I pressed my tongue under the head of it, relishing the slightly salty taste, he stopped moving to let me. When I was done with that his cock began to dance with my tongue. I know it sounds silly -- but we were in synch like I had never experienced before. I let him press into my mouth and to the back of my throat and then he held still as I relaxed those muscles and began to take him deeper. He held still so I could work at my own pace, and eventually my nose was pressed into his trimmed pubes (smelling like man and baby powder at the same time) and I heard him let his breath out and moan. I felt that in my core (in addition to the dick banging my ass) and looked up as best I could to see him looking down at me.
Too many guys get their sexual skill set from porn -- they think they need to dominate and humiliate. They've never been fucked, so they don't understand how female plumbing works. Not this guy! He warned me he was about to come while I had him all down my throat, and he read my response correctly and let it come. I loved feeling that wondrous flesh sword jerk and twitch in my face. I came when he did that! I was amazed. And when he eventually made his way to my pussy and then my ass it was just as amazing.
Read the previous chapter if you want to know more about how, after that night, we finally got together with one another. And how we had come to know that we were going to be together and, at the same time, enjoy each other's sex life with other people. And, after a month of so of being together, we finally got the chance. My roommate, Karen Demoans, knew about Johnny. I mean, I had stopped living in our apartment -- I basically just stopped by to deal with stuff, and when I did, I wasn't really there, mentally, and she picked up on that really fast. Karen and I were two of the "Four Queens" -- our self-titled clique -- in high school, along with Andrea Waters and Beverly Trichtel. Andrea and Bev went out of state to college and roomed together. I probably should dredge up some of our stories from senior year and the summer before college, but that will be later, if at all.
All three of them knew I was nuts about Johnny. Some of it from my behavior. Some of it from our regular calls with each other. They knew I had suddenly stopped living as the campus three-hole slut. They knew I met Johnny at one of "those parties." I knew them well enough to know they wanted proof of his power. If this were a movie, you can probably predict a bunch of this stuff. But it wasn't a movie -- or at least, it wasn't a PG13 rom com.
Johnny and I were sexually active and adventurous adults. I promised him I would do anything he wanted me to -- and I promised to keep that promise. What we also knew about each other was that we both enjoyed being both voyeuristic and exhibitionistic. In other words, those gangbangs were as much about me showing off as they were a failed replacement for attention. I loved sex with Johnny, but missed the kind of audience I had at those frat parties. And Johnny got off on watching me -- and even on hearing me describe things. While he never said so, I suspect that given the power over me, he also enjoyed showing off. With all that in the background, it was time to introduce him to Karen. Karen, my roommate and BFF, who had had her share of cock but gave it up in favor of the flavor of women.
It was a Friday night, and I unlocked the door to my apartment.
"Karen, you home? You hungry?" I called out.
"Yes, and yes," came the reply. "I'll be right out."
"Good, because we brought dinner!" I said, as I walked into the main room, a bottle of wine in one hand and a large paper bag of hot Asian food in the other. Johnny was close on my heels and as we looked down the corridor, we got a good view of a naked woman ducking into Karen's room. I turned around to the look at Johnny and grinned.
"Pretty shapely, now that I see her," I said, quietly. "Wonder what she was up to?"
Johnny walked over to the couch and pressed his hand into an indentation of the cushions. "Wet." He sniffed it. "I suspect we interrupted something. We'll have to make it up to her."
"I can't wait!" I said as I heard her door open, and in a minute, Karen came back down the hall. Dressed this time. But not excessively -- it was obvious she'd gone for comfort -- the lack of a bra was obvious as her very large boobs swayed under her sweatshirt. I couldn't tell any more -- her gym shorts didn't give anything away.
"Karen Demoans, meet Johnny Athers. Johnny is my amazing, magic man. Karen is one fourth of the four queens. I'll eventually introduce you to Andrea and Beverly. Say hello to her, Johnny."
With that he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. She froze for a minute, but when she looked up into his eyes she relaxed. They stared at one another and it became a hug. She (being about 6 inches shorter) rested her head against his chest and there wasn't any space between them. I found myself getting wet -- this was going to be fun!
When at last the stepped back from their hugging, my sharp eyes detected a few things. First, Johnny's cock was hard -- although that seemed to be his natural state of late -- and second, Karen's big boobs had big nipples that weren't visible before. Third, they were holding each other, side by side, looking at me, so I joined them and we had a three way hug. And it was more than how Karen and I had hugged as friends. She pressed her boobs against mine. He grabbed my ass cheek and stroked it.
"Hmm," I said, looking down, "little Johnny likes this!" I gave his cock a squeeze through his pants. The look on Karen's face was priceless -- seeming shocked and intrigued simultaneously.
"Umm, what did you bring to eat?" Karen asked.
"Besides us?" I said with a grin. She turned an amazing shade of red and Johnny did something I can only describe as a combination of snort/laugh/choke. Maybe that's a guffaw?
