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seekingservices -> The Party, Final Part (1/22/2005 9:26:05 PM)
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Scene III
During the evening there were various scenes going on which I watched bits and pieces of, although the only one that I watched in its entirety was the one between 2, her partner, then 411. There was a couple that I didn't know who played a little bit, but it wasn't anything too intense or unusual. I noticed 6 playing with 6.9 as well although my attention was divided. I noticed that although it wasn't that intense to watch it would have certainly been intense to feel as they were engaging in much more sensation playing than hard percussion.
My head turned between the two scenes every so often, though my primary focus was on 411. Anyhow, 6 had this nifty little toy (take out your notepads) that was made of shish kebob skewers bound together with hockey tape. He used it to press inward on the tender flesh of 6.9's nipples, and also used it as a percussion instrument. Later I discovered that one of the ladies there had created it. There was another point where 6.9 sucked 6 off. I didn't see much of 7 and the crop man beyond what I'd described in Scene II, as they seemed to be upstairs playing privately through the other parts of the evening. Unlike the previous party where I avoided much of the interaction, and either stayed upstairs or delved into voyeurism, I was feeling a lot more outgoing at this one, therefore the point of focus ends up on myself and what I happened to me.
Things were winding down a bit though, and throughout 6's blow job the rest of the party lapsed into a state of conversation, mostly about the local scene and where it was going. I sat on Caspy's lap and cuddled with him for a little while.
6 brought 6.9 over to me, and Caspy clasped his hands on my hips and motioned for me to stand. She knelt in front of me. I smiled. I smiled because it's always nice to have a pretty girl kneeling at my feet.
“You know what to do.” 6 said to her.
She sucked and bit on my nipple causing me to shout out. Caspy or 6, I'm not sure which and quite possibly both, played with my pussy as she played with my nipples. Caspy and 6 whispered a few things to each other, and I'm not sure what exactly they were saying.
After a moment, 6 gently grasped 6.9's shoulders, asked her to, and helped her lie back and spread her legs.
“That's for you.” Caspy said to me.
I suppose I was grinning, though I can't accurately recall. You see, I'm more of a pitcher than a catcher. That technically makes me more dominant in nature. I like to elicit responses in others, I like to drive, and I like to cause another's pleasure as much or perhaps more than I do my own. I've been known to orgasm giving oral when I hear the screams and moans of climax from my partner, and it's when I can get them to the pain/pleasure threshold that really stimulates that large grey sexual organ that resides inside my skull. I am generally happiest when I'm pushing someone around and making them scream, although I'm certainly not knocking being on the receiving end of that, my evening wouldn't have been terribly complete unless I could pitch. Even though my lover would never go for me topping him at such an event as a matter of pride; I at least like to think understands my desire to give as much as he understands his own. The best he would be able to do there (in regards to him) was to tell me to do something where he knew he'd have to surrender control to me without showing it to anyone else.
What I know he understands is my love of female flesh and his inadequacies in that area. What I understand is his giving nature and his desire to please me and that creates an arena where he will facilitate that for me given half a chance. Isn't he wonderful? He is, because of all my confidence in life and anything sexual, I have absolutely none when it comes to females. I'm shy with women, and that doesn't lead to a great deal of experience. Having given possibly thousands of blow jobs I know I'm damn good at it, having touched my lips on so few pussies, I'm still not exactly sure if I've got the technique down correctly. Of course I try very hard, but female responses and male responses are different, and I'm not sure how to read female responses very well - never mind the simple differences between people. In any event, when I find myself in a position as I did in that very moment, it's like I've finally reached that itch that has been bugging me for so long and I just hope I have enough nails to scratch it well enough.
In any case I suppose I should hop off the branch and back on to the pussy that was lying there in front of me. My pleasure.
Summing it up in one simple statement “I ate her” hardly seems adequate, although providing a play by play of every tongue stroke doesn't quite seem appropriate either. 6 played with her nipples and Caspy love watched me intently, holding my hair for me or brushing it away from my face. I tried for reactions and succeeded as I heard her soft moans and felt her pushing herself into my face. I toyed gently, and then sucked at varying degrees of intensity; I licked steadily, and enjoyed every minute of it. When I cum then I normally do it hard, and never without a lot of vocals and though I acknowledge that not all other [women] are this way, it still makes it very hard to know when or if it happened at all. So I just kept going and probably could have until the sun came up. Still though, that's what I wanted and that's what I was after and in my own head I would have felt like a total and utter failure if I couldn't do it. In my own head I begged for Caspy to help me and use his mastery to achieve my goal.
“You can stop now,” 6 whispered to me, “You've made her happy.” He said as I lifted my head up and looked at him. I felt her jerk up beneath me. That meant that Caspy-love had heard my silent pleas for help because there is nothing I know better than that reaction, the reaction of a body whose g-spot he's hit. I grinned largely, and lowered my face back down, stuck my tongue out and placed it back on her clit.
“Ohhhh… you like that….” 6 said to me. I smiled at him as I licked and wondered how he hadn't managed to notice that already. The truth of the matter is that I like girls better, and I hardly was inclined to explain this to him while I happened to have one under my tongue. I'm very good with men, in fact I've mastered that species, and my lust for many years has been for pussy. I make the one exception for Caspy-love because he's so damn good at everything he does that I couldn't imagine a world without him in it. Were it not for him, I think I'd probably have crossed the street and joined the other team.
My lover worked at her as she really thrashed and groaned as I continued to lick softly, because it didn't need to be more than soft at that point, he was doing the hard work for me and I was just adding in a bit of spice. Eventually his thumb forced my tongue away so I watched it close up, feeling damn close to cumming myself.
“I want a squirt!” he said, and 6.9 complied and I couldn't help but grin. Damn he's good.
6.9 rose to a sitting position after a moment and kissed me. “Thank you. You're very good at that…” she said.
Wow. Me good at that… really? I wanted to ask her if she was just saying that to be nice or if she really meant it.
She looked over at Caspy almost as an afterthought and kissed him too, and said “Thank you…” and I chimed in with “You're very good at that.” That one was no lie, certainly.
A few people left and 411 spoke of leaving too. Some conversation about random things was going on, as Caspy love stood beside me. I lifted his shirt and gave him some belly kisses. He does so love belly kisses. As I pressed myself up against him to kiss his belly I felt him hard beneath his jeans. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with my teeth and released his cock from his satin boxers. I sucked him in the way that normally would make him howl and buckle, but he stood his ground. I started to wonder for a minute, does he normally just exaggerate those responses? As I wrapped my hands around the back of his legs and felt them shaking then I knew that he was fighting his body's responses and that I was doing a fine job of it. He blew in my mouth, and I kept going even though he held my face urging me to stop. I swallowed and released him and kissed me softly.
After having a discussion of 6 and Caspy playing tag team and chaining my nipple rings to 6.9's nipple rings we went home. My lover at me until I came, fucked me until I slashed so far it hit our feet, and then held me as we slept until morning.
The End… for now…
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