As a teenager and young adult, I came to realise that our brains can really acquire strong anchoring to strong experiences and repetition. When I eventually decided to try those things on myself, I had to reset my mind several times until I reached different life objectives. When it has been about sex, the rule was no exception. The events of that night showed me I was wrong about homosexual sex, about my own perception of sex and about the things that could happen during intercourse.
Time perspective has also shown me that alcohol and substances lead people to lose their self control and allows them to release the wild instinct that they have. Nonetheless, that wild feeling also comes when you are over stimulated with other things. You can find much of that in porn, but also in your chat with your partner. I love it when my current wife asks me to tell her some of these stories. Honestly, I keep wondering if she believes I make them up or at least spice them with some details.
Nowadays, (self) persuasion appears in every single book for personal growth, either if you want to fuck the whole neighbourhood, start a fitness program or make a big fortune. The Internet is crowded with ideas about making up your mindset. Back in my early years, the Internet would not provide you with infographics, eBooks, or social networking with positive thinking. Well, the Internet was not even available, and Windows 98 was not out yet. Then, I could keep these things only in my head... until I realised I could write them down.
Thus, my experience was absolutely empiric, which I registered as notes, narrations and journals of the best sex experiences that I enjoyed before my second marriage. It took me two decades to learn that those memories could suffice to drive others horny, even if some still seemed far-fetched to tell. One of such things was the fact that before that night, things such as homosexual sex, anal sex, a threesome or a double penetration were only pornographic elements that would never happen in (my) real life and that whoever performed them had to be prostitutes or pornstars. That those things jumped into my life all at once was the opening door to something which I had never considered to be possible: bisexuality at my own (back) door.
That rainy night, when Mary and I got back into Adrian's room, we were dripping and somehow cold. You must know we lived in a coastal area where summers are not precisely cold. Despite not living exactly on the beach, the weather allowed us to wear very light clothing; thus, when we entered my friend's room, we felt it a bit hot. Adrian was sound asleep laying on his face with his round butt completely exposed. Experience had shown both of us that you could throw a party next to him and he would not wake up. However, Mary's horny mind was racing to get the best from that night before we would wake him up.
"Don't say a word," she murmured. "Just lie on top of me." I looked at her and knew she was serious when she laid next to him, opened her legs and beckoned to have me on her. I was drunk indeed and I nearly tripped on both of them. Mary started laughing at me and for a moment, we thought Adrian would wake up. However, he did not move at all. He was sleeping peacefully as though nothing at all was happening.
"C'me here!" she said, grabbing my semi hard cock and pulling me to position myself on top of her. At first, I thought she wanted me to fuck her pussy, but instead she just placed my cock running between her labia, rubbing her clit and moving slowly.
"I love it like this," she gasped. "I sometimes get him to do it, but he seems to get bored of it." We kissed slowly, intertwining our tongues, tasting the flavour of liquor in our mouths. I rocked back and forward slowly, kissing her face with something that only could be described as adoration.
"Why not?" I thought. She had been my neighbour since we were born, my classmate since we were toddlers, my friend forever, and even my first time.
"I like you," I uttered to her ear.
"I like the way you are moving," she said as she kissed me. "I hope you last a good while. I am too horny and you have no idea how I'm enjoying your movement."
"Well, I'm not coming any time soon now," I claimed. "When I have sex with Lil, she usually stops me after an hour or so. I need at least thirty minutes to recover after a second orgasm..." I stopped my chat when I realised I had mentioned my girlfriend. Even in a context like that, it was not exactly what you should say when you are with your best friend's girl. I was wondering why she was silent now, but I realised something really new to me was happening: she was shaking under a silent orgasm, some liquid slowly dripping out of her vagina and wetting both of us. I was in awe as she pulled me back on her and dug her fingers in my ass. I loved Lil digging her nails in my ass or my back, but Mary had no long nails since she played volleyball. In spite of it, I was loving to feel her under me. Mary was the cutest girl that I had ever met and now I had her cumming under me, her lips slightly separated, her smooth skin still wet after our escapade in the rain. I was definitely in paradise.
"I'm cumming deliciously," she whispered as she pressed my cock with her labia. "Please, keep moving, baby. Rub it up and down slowly and don't stop." I liked the feeling and the tempo, but I loved the sweet way she was talking to me. She was not exactly the sweetest woman you could meet, but she was treating me better than ever. She was absolutely dripping in cum, and so was my cock. Slippery when wet, they say, I started feeling the urge to sink my cock in her vagina, to make her mine, to tell her that I felt something really strong for her.
Unfortunately, feelings faded when she drove her left hand to her pussy and drenched her with her fluids, only to guide her back to my butt. As I moved as she had instructed me, she used her core finger to look for my anus, and rubbed it as she had done with my nipples. The sensation was incredible and I was not sure whether I preferred love over lust or vice versa. I simply know now, and knew back then, that her touch and her trait was driving me crazy.
"Pay heed to this piece of advice," she said. "If you want to have my cousin's ass, you need to let her feel different stages of pleasure."
Yes. Lil was (and still is for sure!) Mary's cousin. Just like Mary, she had grown in our same circle of friends, except that she was two years older than us. Something Mary always said about Lil is that she was such a prude that she was surprised to know I had bedded her. Needless to say, sex with Mary was far more enthralling than with Lil. The simple mention of Lil was good enough to break that thread that we had made over the last hour or so. I knew I had summoned the devil first, but it had seemingly hurt me further.
"Rub her hole slowly, just letting the tip of your finger sink at first," Mary instructed me as though it was school. "She will enjoy the touch and you won't intrude. It needs time to relax. When the door is relaxed, you can take one or two inches more. Don't forget: the thicker, the less access. The work requires time. If she does not take you in, just make her get used to you touching her there. If you eat her pussy,... go beyond and ... lick her rim, and then the..."
