An older story. Use it as inspiration to go out and make your own story.

You may recall our friend Zena from “Hosting our first sex party;” she was recently perusing our Tumblr and wrote, “I WANT MY BOOBS ON YOUR TUMBLR WTF I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS.” Totally fair and we have been negligent. Consider that tragic situation rectified. Eventually I also posted her ass, post-flogging, and said flogging happened at last night’s party.

Another fun moment from that party: James and I sandwiched this girl and started kissing both sides of her neck. Girls LOVE this and soon our hands followed our tongues to her body. She closed her eyes and rolled with the pleasure. We had lots of foreplay, kissing, and so forth, and then I slowly, slowly, slowly unzipped her dress. Before actually slipping it off, James and I slipped our hands in and began touching her nipples and ass. She loved it and kept grinding against me.

The dress comes off and I slip a hand in her panties. The excitement with a new girl comes from the novelty of the situation and the pleasure of discovery, because every girl is a little different and different things make different girls tick. I spend some time exploring the terrain and think that, based on her reactions, I’ve got a decent idea of what makes this one tick. That James is making out with her simultaneously helps: Few girls are used to the incredible stimulation and sensation that comes from multiple partners working in sync with each other. Many girls fantasize (maybe you, dear reader, fantasize about this) but not that many make it a reality. It also helps that James and I are good at working together and are aware that it is often good to give before one receives.

So this girl is wildly enjoying herself, at least based on her moaning and body motion, and I wonder if she’s a quick-release person. I try some things to see if that is the case, and while she seems to get close she doesn’t seem to quite get there.

I slide down her body a little so I can put fingers from my left hand inside her. We’ve been doing good work because she is very excited by this. I begin working with both hands from either side of her.

This is going well, but time passes. The initial excitement begins to wear off, even after the first time she seems to come. Given my position it is hard to tell if she’s really coming or just coming close. So I keep going because I don’t know, and I’m still exploring what she likes.

More time passes. By this point I’m exhausted, my hands hurt, and I’m contorted into a weird, wildly uncomfortable position. That mammoth erection from her grinding her ass against me and me teaching her breasts is long gone. It’s straight up marathon time and I’ve entered the marathon mindset. I’m not going to stop until she’s finished, she directs me to stop, she is not having fun anymore, or I cannot physically go on. At various points in our sex-positive non-monogamy journey I have encountered all four experiences.

We are near the beverage table. People have been coming and going this whole time. Someone manages to spill a large quantity of cold drink, and my bare feet are on the floor. But I of course am not going to stop. Not when she might be so close to the biggest event. The cold spilled drink pools underneath my feet. There are people around me asking for towels and attempting to clean up. Someone sops a little around the sides of my feet.

I get that the person is attempting to be courteous but after so much effort and cramped hands and difficult angles and rising to the challenge I am not going to let cold wet feet stop me. Oh no. I keep going. My feet are getting clammy but the spell has not been broken and the girl is naked except for her boots, so she doesn’t notice the spill.

Eventually we get to what seems like the major climax, and she bucks backwards into me, almost knocking me over, and forward into James, who grabs her arms to hold her upright.

I withdraw. Victory. No one broke the spell.

She is panting and can barely move. That’s okay. I pick up her and bring her to the mattresses. She is utterly pliant in my hands. I put her on all fours and tell her to face James. I slip into her from behind. She moans wildly with the first thrust. We’re in such deep erotic space that it seems like nothing else exists. I grab her by the roots of her hair with my right hand while using my left to control her from the base of her back. Her head comes up. James gets on his knees so he is at the right height. I direct her to go down on him. She does.

I don’t know how much time passes. I’m glad this girl does yoga and pilates because she maintains a position with one hand on the ground while the other holds James’s cock for what seems like a long time. Eventually I am ready and don’t want to hold back. I say I’m getting ready. James says he’s close. Is this actually going to happen. I say I’m getting closer. James says he’s getting closer. The girl has the ability to squeeze her kegel muscles and thus my cock. This sends me over. James goes over. We high-five. It’s our first Eiffel Tower moment. The girl swallows before she busts out laughing. She also tells me that I’ve been hitting her g-spot and she’s come several more times, but she didn’t want to interrupt fellatio to share.

There are many other fun parts about last night, but those stories will have to wait.