Long and Hard

So before I blow my birthday candles out this weekend, I feel like I could celebrate a few of the amazing sexual experiences I've had. 


I have a beautiful friend. He's tall, fire-red hair and bright blue eyes. Strong hands. Him and I spent hours and hours, night after night, walking a small out in the middle of nowhere bush cemetery. It was the nearest to my house. It was pitch black. So dark we could barely see where we were going. So dark that in the darkest corners of the place we couldn't see eachother. And in the night sky, in the wrongest of places, where we could hear each others heart beats and feel a cool Autumn breeze, he'd spend hours in me under the stars. 


It wasn't hard and rough. It wasn't aggressive. It was strong and passionate and intense. The location, whilst taboo, irrelevant. It was just the only place we could count on for privacy at night. We'd stretch out, on the hood of his car, a few hundred metres from the road, in a cemetery off the side of a highway, the cool metal against my ass. There are many things I could say about this guy. Probably one of the ones that springs to mind so often is he had the most beautiful cock. It was long and thick and hard. And with him in between my sixteen year old thighs, it was enough to send me home bruised. He couldn't have been rougher with me without tearing me, I was so young and so fresh that the first few minutes he was so big that even with oral sex, would cut like a knife inside me. His strong hands would always fill me with confidence, and with in minutes, my screams would be lost in the dark cemetery. No one for miles around to hear me scream his name as I came. Over and over and over. We're still friends now. Occasionally still naked friends. 


I spent so many nights with him, while he was with his last lady.  Seven years they were together. The day that she agreed to be his girlfriend, he celebrated with me on my hands and knees in the back of his car. We were laying naked intwined, him still inside me, his come still sticky on my thighs where it had leaked out. "I met this chick, I've been seeing her for a while, I think it's serious" he said. We talked about it naturally, I wasn't angry. He drove me home and kissed me goodbye. "I'll see you in a week" he said.


And so he did. And on and off for the next seven years, he played "cricket", and went "bowling" and "rock climbing" and "fixed friends cars" and "worked extra hours" and was "called in for a work emergency". 


Seven whole years.


She dumped him for cheating. A sin he'd confessed to.  He DELIBERATELY let her find out.  The woman? Not me! An ex-girlfriend. 


Other nights with him were spent on a jetty, having sex over the water. Or strolling down by the sea, until he'd eventually find something to bend me over and force his fingers roughly inside me. And after six years of sex in the most unusual of places, he spent a full night in my bed. 


We never really thought we'd end up together. Not for a moment. I'm in love with part of him though. It's about 27cm long, and I still can't get my hand around it.


I cheated on three guys with him. I don't know how many girlfriends he cheated on with me. 


One night, we had a threesome with a girl we both knew once upon a time. My former best friend.
We'd been at my best friends boyfriends party. A long fucking night, and they'd bickered. For a new couple, these two fucking hated each other. So, faithful as ever, Red came and partied with us for a little while. He took us back to his beach house, and we were all lying on the fold out couch. 


My best friend made the first move. She started rubbing his leg. I didn't really care. She could fuck him if she wanted. She made a habit of interfering with things she thought were mine. And whilst he was someone elses boyfriend, he was there because I'd asked him to be. So in her crazy head he was mine.


She started kissing me - not a first for us (we'd slept together a hundred times). We opened a couple of beers, we got down on our knees in front of him. I was 16 and she was 17 or 18. Two teenage girls looking up at him. He barely lasted a minute with us both licking and sucking. Kissing each other, his cock between our lips, our tongues touching and grazing over each other.


He relaxed and watched, urging her to push her tongue between my legs. We took each others clothes off. The secret to an FFM threesome isn't the quality of the sex, it's in the theatre of the sex. It's about a man enjoying the visual of two women, so to take her bra off, I kneeled behind her, running my tongue over her smooth ass cheek as I unhooked it. Standing up, kissing her neck making eye contact with him. Then I slipped her two shoulder straps off her shoulders. She knew the game, and didn't let it fall until I had both hands inside the pink lace. I danced around in front of her, sucking one nipple, running my fingertip down her collarbone, over her chest, over her nipple. He watched, to suck her other nipple, I exaggeratedly bent over, in my panties and bra, keeping my heels on to keep my ass higher in the air. 


Not many nights do things look like porn, but this was one of those nights. We were dressed to kill, our hair was styled, our make up perfect. Our heels were neckbreakingly high. We played our theatrical games. Her getting down on her knees, me lying back on the couch propped up and her licking the outside of my wet panties. Her tongue was poked out far, to exaggerate the action. Her big blue eyes looked up at me, my green eyes were focussed on him.


I wish I could narrate what happened next more accurately, but we toyed with each other. We stripped down to our panties, and toyed with each other, keeping him from seeing too much to drive him wild.  


There came a moment, when we'd toyed far enough and he leapt between us, through us on the bed. He tore my panties off first, dragging me by the hips and lying me flat. He grabbed her and pushed her up to my face, she climbed on top, pushing her wet pussy onto my lips. She came, her pussy juice leaking onto my face. She moaned hard when she came again. She started to shake. 


I pushed them both off me, pushing her onto her back, I knelt with my knees on the edge of the bed, pushing two fingers inside her and licking hard, I wanted her to scream. I knew her body, I knew I could push her to the point that she'd beg me to let her rest. He pushed his cock in me from behind, and by standing on the floor behind me, he could see every movement of her breasts, shaking with orgasms, my head between her legs and my hand, dextrously playing with her g spot. She was screaming. I would have been too if I hadn't been sucking on her clit so hard.


I was exhausted and needed a position change. We swapped. I climbed up so he could lick my pussy while he lay on his back and she rode his cock. I knew she was surprised by how big he was, I could hear her whimper with a little discomfort. She was a slut - even by my standards, but we both knew this was the biggest cock she'd ever seen. 


She rode him hard, screaming his name, him licking me hard, me moaning and screaming his name too.


She was exhausted, and went to the kitchen, and so he climbed on top of me, and pulled my legs up over his shoulder, his bright blue eyes gazing into my green, his hands holding on my shoulders, pushing deep inside me, he came. He came deep inside me. Kissing my cheek he climbed off. 


He begged us to both put our heads on his chest as we fell asleep, so he could doze with two girls on his chest. Her red hair meshed against mine died black our long long hair tangled.