Gabriel Du Champe
Bob and I have been going together for three years and I'm sure that during that time he hasn't fucked around too much. How could he? I keep him drained! To give you an idea of what I mean, he came four times last night and once this morning. Last Sunday we stayed home in bed all day and he made it seven times! I barely got to Kennedy in time for my flight. Now, a guy getting that much is probably not fucking around with other girls too often. We once figured out, for a gag of course, that Bob ejaculates two quarts of fresh gism a year!
It's not that I'd mind it if he fucked around… might actually be exciting and stimulating to our sex lives… as if we needed it! But my fucking around does keep things stimulated, and believe me, I fuck a lot of guys outside my two fiancйs. I'm sure Bob would kill me if he found out, but the way I look at it is that I feel very secure; nothing is going to break us up, until I'm ready. If Bob discovered my extracurricular sexual activities our relationship might be bent a little but it would never break. We're too closely cemented for that. Sex is just one aspect of a very groovy relationship.
The reason I make it with other men is simple: I'm just turned on by variety. I know that may sound silly, in a way, but I dig fucking total strangers. The excitement of making it with a man who doesn't even know my name, who I'll never see again and who I stone out of his fucking mind, is for me a very groovy sex trip! Every man is different, they act different, they dig different things, even their cocks are different! For example, for years I've been trying to make up my mind which I dig more, circumcised or uncircumcised cocks. Really! They both have their advantages. An uncircumcised cock can sometimes act like a plunger when it's thrusting in and out of you, it kind of creates a suction… very nice. It's also fun to handle because things happen to it. I mean, it's fun to watch the head emerge… peek-a-boo! And when you're sucking an uncircumcised cock there's more to manipulate with your tongue. Circumcised cocks have their points also. I think they're prettier, for instance, and not as sensitive, so guys who are circumcised can last longer.
However, all cocks are beautiful! Even after they've just been fucking and are kind of laying there limp on the man's leg, kind of smiling at you! I love them all, big, small, circumcised, uncircumcised, curved right or left, old or young; it doesn't matter as long as the guy it's attached to is groovy and a gentleman.
So you can see that fucking only Bob, even though we have a marvelous and exciting sex life together, would not be enough-for me. I need more and right now I'm on the variety kick. As long as I have the need what harm is there in satisfying it?
To give you an example, I left Noel's house in Chelsea about ten this morning to do a little shopping at Harrods, a large, department store. Well, I found what I wanted and boarded a descending elevator on the fifth floor. A goodly number of people boarded on the fourth and by the time we reached the third, the elevator was packed. As we headed down I felt something poking me in the ass and, turning to see what it was, met the eyes of a very distinguished looking middle aged man. He blushed under a well groomed beard and attempted to pull back, an action I though was really cute. I mean I had embarrassed the poor bloke, and it occurred to me that his initial contact had been involuntary. I smiled at him and turned toward the front again and then very casually stepped back until once more I felt myself against him. It was just a matter of flexing my buttock muscles and before we got to the second floor I felt his hard cock against my ass. This time he didn't attempt to pull back but instead began to cooperate by flexing his well-educated prick muscles. I began to wish we were descending from the London Postal Tower instead of a mere couple of floors!
Finally the door opened at the street floor. As I was walking away I felt a hand on my arm and found it to be my 'lover' of a moment before. He grinned sheepishly and said, "You would be in my debt forever if you'd just let me carry your shopping bag, young lady."
"Is it that important to you?"
"Very important. Actually it's urgent! It's obvious that I can't walk across the main shopping floor of Harrod's in this condition!" I glanced downward to see a large six inch lump laying on his left leg. We both laughed and he continued, "Unless you can think of some other method of concealment."
"I'm not very good when it comes to concealment."
"So I see."
"But I'm sure I can think of a lot of other ways to handle the problem."
"Lovely! I'm sure you can, but none of them would be suitable in this environment!"
"We could get back on the elevator!"
"No, I've got a much better idea, let me carry shopping bag and then we'll see what you can accomplish in the taxi."
"The taxi that is going to carry you to my flat, Miss…?"
"Just call me Gabriel." I handed him the shopping bag.
In the cab he introduced himself as Harry Flemming and said that he was in business. By the time we reached Park Row I had my hand inside his pants, gently massaging the head of a very handsome cock. We turned into Jermyn Street and his hand started to work its way up to my wet cunt, but I stopped him, telling him to wait. Then, reaching under my skirt I inserted two fingers into my saturated pussy and held them to his lips, saying "Suck my cunt fingers, baby!" He sucked and licked my wet fingers and I felt the first beads of lubrication emerging from his cock. I ran my fingers down under his balls and squeezed gently, receiving for my delicious efforts another drop of semen. Taking my wet finger from his cock I smeared the sweet stuff over my lips and pulled his head down for a long wet kiss. He licked the small amount of gism off my lips and, with his fingers now on my cunt, started to fuck my mouth with his tongue. I moaned with growing passion and tightened my lips. In a flurry of activity I had his cock out and proceeded to slowly jerk him off, holding it just below the head in a tight ring of fingers.
He breathed words into my mouth and I shivered with desire as two fingers held my clit in their grasp while another rubbed it lightly, delicately. "You're exquisite… your quim is a marvel! I can feel everything… everything!"
I braced my knees hard up against the front seat, spreading my legs as wide as I could to give him access. He put three fingers in my cunt, it was like a short hard prick… in… in!… in! Then out! In and out! I was reeling with lust! His thumb pressed on my clitoris, harder now!… faster! I brought my legs back until my knees were pressed against my swollen breasts.
"Your sweet little pussy is so wet!" he moaned, his fingers now up to the knuckles in my hungry pussy. "Fuck my hand, roll your ass and fuck!" I was squirming all over the seat, my hand now jerking faster on his iron cock. Spasms of pleasure were overcoming both of us! I could hear his breathing, faster now, combined with the squishy wet sound of my soaking pussy. I was whimpering softly as if in mortal agony, my sobbing body jerking like a puppet on a string. "Cum with me Gabriel," his voice a throaty whisper. "Cum, cum! Together let's cum, fuck my hand!"
"Fuck mine!" I replied, and then it started to happen. I could feel his cock swelling in my grasp and I slowed to a lesser but firmer tempo, jerking harder now, pumping steadily with quick decisive jerks until I felt the tremors begin. Then I softened my touch, running my thumb over the tip as a gush of hot cum juice spurted out, over my hand, over his trembling cock… wet, sticky, delectable white cream! It set me off like a slow bomb! Everything went out of focus, it was a deep soul-satisfying climax as he plunged his fingers into me faster and faster, like a human vibrator! My whole body shuddered in release, the tension building and then relaxing in a drawn out ecstatic series of body-wrenching tremors!
I whispered to him, my voice quaking: "Rub your gism into my cunt." A moment later I his hand-as he followed my erotic instruction. He rubbed the lovely stuff into my labia, over my clitoris and it was like an after shock; I shuddered with passion as a string of small explosions descended down my spine.
When I returned to the world I found the driver's eyes staring into mine through the glass partition. His face was a grimace of passion. Harry said, "We got him so excited, he's jerking off."
"How long have we been stopped?"
"We arrived, my dear, at our destination five minutes ago, but I'm afraid we have to wait until our friend the driver is finished. It just wouldn't be cricket to interrupt him now, would it?"
"No, but at least he could stop the meter!" We both laughed and I said, "Harry, tell him to open the street door and stand close to me… I've got a surprise for him."
"In lieu of a tip?"
"Sure, you idiot… fast before it's over!" Harry slid open the window separating us from our passionate driver and delivered my instructions. In less than a moment the door on my side was opened and he stood there, big hard prick in hand. Though it was the middle of the day with passersby on both sides of the street, none of us gave a damn. It was, I must admit, doubtful that anyone, unless they made a special effort, could see what was happening, but I doubt that the same could be said for Harry and myself a few minutes previously. However, observation was the furthest thing from our minds as I reached out to hold the driver's cock. As I grabbed it he released a long sigh and closed his eyes, hunching over slightly so that his head rested on the front seat back.
Harry said, "Jerk him off good, my dear, you've got another big load coming to you." He reached around and held my breasts, his fingers pinching the nipples. I worked on the cabby's cock, one hand grabbing him firmly just under the bulbous circumcised head, the other pushing up gently under his balls. There's a secret spot there that most women don't know about and a lot of men are not aware of. It's just at the base of the balls, a little to the north of the anus. An extremely sensitive spot that if handled properly can create a powerful sensation. In this particular case I was pressing inward with my thumb in counter rhythm to the jerking motions of my other hand.
The cabbie lasted about one minute. When I felt the inevitable swelling I turned and smiled at Harry. "Soon, now. You know what to do?"
"Yes, I know."
The driver screwed up his face and cried; "I'm… cummmming!" Harry reached out and placed his cupped hand under the cabbie's spewing cock. I pumped hard, tightening and releasing my clenched hand rather than jerking back and forth. I'm sure I was successful in getting every ounce out of his giant balls!
"Catch it all, Harry!"
"Yes, I'm getting it all, Gabriel. Waste makes want, right?"
"It's a flood!" I cried. The driver was coming like one of those old-fashioned hand pump wells, spurt after spurt! I'd never seen anything like it! "My God! he's a fucking gism factory! Cum baby, give it to me! More… more!" The sight of his massive ejaculation was getting to me. I felt, with a shiver of expectation, a small orgasm starting in my rectum and spreading in waves throughout my body. With one hand Harry was pinching my nipple and with the other he was collecting squirt after squirt of lovely hot gism! "I'm cuming too, Harry! Now! Now! Ohhhh babbbbbyyyyy!" I felt it deeply inside as Harry rubbed and massaged my cunt area, opening the lips and smearing the cabby's cum over my labia and clitoris; spreading my pussy mouth so the gism seeped in deeply and then rubbing the excess into the soft skin of my crotch… After a few moments I calmed down and taking Harry's hand, still gleaming with gism, cleaned it with my tongue. It was delicious.