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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Yesterday was a bad day; went to get in the car to go to the market... dead battery. No worries - we have one of those portable jump-starter thingies so I go get it, hook it up and no joy... and I have no idea why it won't start other than, perhaps, it was just too cold to get the cold-cranking amps needed.

Fuck. And it is cold; before I went outside, I saw the current temperature on The Weather Channel - it was 35 degrees but felt like 27. After almost an hour of fucking with the car, I gave up - but I still had to go to the store so I had little choice than to walk to the neighborhood "corner store" which doesn't have the best prices for stuff but needs must. Now, the local market is only a half-mile away but there's no way in hell I'm walking a half-mile in the cold when the corner store is only maybe five minutes away on foot.

So, off I go. Now, there's a man-made path - a shortcut - one can take that'll get you to the "mini-mall" adjacent to where we live - at best, it saves you a couple of minutes of having to take the longer route. This path cuts through a thicket of trees and most of them evergreens and once you get on the path, it goes downhill a bit and so much that you can't see the road - or the mini-mall - for a few yards. I'm trudging along the path, the wind howling and in my face (it figures, right?) and I ease my way downhill and turn a bit to the left...

And I see two guys a bit further to my left and in the trees. At first, I thought they were getting high or drinking some of the many mini-bottles of booze that litter the pathway but two more steps showed me that they were having sex. On guy is hugging the tree, pants down around his ankles while another guy is fucking him. Now, this isn't as uncommon as ya might think; I once looked out my back door and saw two guys fucking just mere feet away. But it's fucking cold outside and they're going for it like it's a hot summer day.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]He asks me if I want to spend the night with him... so I can fuck him again as well as asking if it’s a problem if he doesn’t want to fuck me again and for me, it’s a problem because I’d rather he’d spend the rest of the night fucking me.

So I say I can’t (but I really could have) and he drops me off back at the bar and from there, I walk home, partially satisfied that I got the fucking I needed, not happy about having to fuck him to keep from getting blue balls.

I can just get weird like that sometimes...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I can tell by the way he asked the question that this wasn’t what he had in mind and for a split second, I thought about letting him off the hook but said, “Yeah - I need to.”

I lube us up; his hole is very tight against my finger and I say softly, “Relax...” and he does. After easing my finger out of his butt, I mount him, fit my knob against his hole and push; I’m in him fairly quickly and so much that I can feel his body automatically trying to push me out but I’m too far into him for that to happen.

I’m fucking him and I need to cum badly... and it’s taking its own sweet time getting there. A glance at the clock shows me I’ve been in him for almost ten minutes now and the whole time, my dick was been acting like it’s delivery time but just when I think it’s “the point of no return” time, my dick softens just a bit and things get reset.

He’s not happy and neither am I. I’m even thinking about the sexiest, “filthiest” thing I can think of and it’s just not happening but I keep going. He’s unhappy but he’s fucking back against me, squeezing my dick with his anal muscles and just when I decide to give up, it hits me like a runaway train.

I pull out, exhausted and... miffed because this isn’t what I wanted to do. He’s happy now and I’m barely paying attention to him saying something about how good it was. I can feel his sperm still in me, making me feel... squishy as some of it has oozed out.

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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]He buries all of his dick in me and holds still for a moment and I can feel what I called the ”pre-cum tremors” racing along his shaft and they’re very strong; I know he stopped to let the feeling back off but I wasn’t feeling that so much so I use my “sexy voice” and say, “Don't hold it back... give it to me, cum in me...”

He groans and starts moving again, harder, faster and I feel his cock swell... and I clamped down on him just hard enough to shove him over the edge. He curses... and now he’s pumping away inside of me... and my body is singing even louder and it feels so good to feel the very strong pulses of his cock as he injects me with his spunk.

My mind says, “Yeah... that’s why you like this part the best!” He finishes and pulls out - that’s when I saw the clock again and, yep, three whole minutes... but it seemed to take much longer than that.

He immediately flips me over and starts sucking my dick; five minutes go by... then ten... and I know, even if he doesn’t that he’s not gonna get me to cum with his mouth. A couple of minutes later, he realizes that I’m not even close to cumming, stops, sighs, and asks, “Would you like to fuck me?”[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I had a very powerful urge and need to be fucked but I knew my “luck” in finding a guy to fuck me was just horrible so I did the next best thing: Went to my favorite watering hole - but wasn’t a gay bar - and waited for a guy to hit on me.

I didn't get to finish my first drink before a rather “plain” kind of guy sidled up to me, spent a couple of minutes talking about nothing, then asked me if I wanted to come home with him.

Jackpot! I agreed and we went back to his place for some cock sucking before the “main course” my mind and body had been screaming for. After fooling around sucking his cock - and so that he wouldn’t cum in my mouth, he lubed us up and went to enter me.

Now, an aside: From the time he finally got his dick in me to the moment he busted, it took all of three minutes and I knew that because the direction I was facing in gave me a good look at the clock on the table beside the bed.

He slid into me... and my body sang; there was that moment of discomfort before he passed fully into me and I settled in to enjoy whatever he was gonna do that would get him to cum in my ass.

And as he fucked me, my mind drifted off somewhere - but not in that hyper-aware place my mind can go sometimes; I was just there, a hard dick in my ass and, again, waiting for the moment he cums in me... but my mind was wondering why I liked that part of being fucked more than anything else.

as I’m pondering this, the guy inside me is huffing and puffing, cussing, telling me how good it feels and sweating all over me So much that I actually opened my eyes and looked out of a window to see if it was raining... because he must’ve had a leaky roof or something.

He’s fucking me so hard that he’s jarring my body so much that I’m starting to feel nauseous so I say to him, “Easy... go a little easier...”

He grunts a reply and eases up and now it’s back to feeling good to me... and my mind leaves the building again to finish thinking about why being nutted in was the best part of this.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I've been eating pussy since I was ten and while I did tell my friend how to do it, I'd never really had to "teach" someone how to do something I'd do without really thinking about it and the though of having to teach a woman how to do that still kinda amazes and baffles me but it was just another one of those things that served to teach me that just because someone can go down on you doesn't always mean you know how to do it yourself.

I remember my lessons and as taught by my sister... and she was a hard taskmaster, often taking to slapping me on the head any time I did something she didn't like... or, because of that need to breathe thing, I stopped doing something she was enjoying. She'd get seriously pissed at me any time I failed to make her very happy; shit, one time, she actually punched me in the eye and said, "Do it again - and get it right this time!"

And I learned how to eat pussy just as I learned that what works one time with a woman might not work the next time... even with the same woman. But until that day, I never gave a single thought about having to teach a woman how to do it... let alone while she was actually trying to do it. I'm used to walking guys through sucking dick and even how to be sucked and, of course, when I'm eating pussy, I've had many women coach me through what they want to feel but the funny thing about me is that I never really thought of myself as a teacher but, apparently, I am and more so when I was able to teach a formerly straight woman how to be a bisexual one.

Go figure...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]I know I had a dumbstruck look on my face because my lady said, "Let me guess - she's between that woman's legs and calling to ask you what she should do."[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"Yeah," I managed to say. In the background, I could hear the other woman asking, "What's he saying?" and her replying, "Nothing yet."[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]And, believe it or not, I spent the next hour talking her through how to eat pussy... and it was both strange and kind exciting to hear what was going on since, um, girlfriend actually had the phone close enough to her to hear whatever I said and I could hear the slurping and a whole lot of moaning and giggling, too.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]My lady is laughing her ass off in between sucking on my dick and she had me put the phone on speaker so she could hear as well as throw in her two cents on how a woman should eat another woman. She had me go back down on her and, unbelievably, was telling her friend what I was doing to her while I was doing it, well, until she started getting rocked by her own orgasms and, no shit - it was very fucking weird to her my girl getting vocal as she came and to hear the woman our friend was eating cumming at about the same time.

I guess our friend came up for air because I heard her say, "I need you to tell me something while I catch my breath."

"What's that?" I asked while toying with my lady's very big clit.

"How come I never ate a pussy before?"

"Why are you asking me - and how am I supposed to know that?" I asked.

"Shit, she could've ate my pussy," my girl mumbled just loud enough for me to hear - or so I thought.

"Damn," her - our - friend said. "If I had known that... but, okay, lemme call y'all back - I need more practice with this shit..."

We didn't hear from her for another two days and then it was just long enough for her to tell us that, for one, eating pussy was a lot of fun and, for another, her lover was ready to be eaten again. A couple of days later, my girl calls me at work and tells me that we got a Harry & David fruit basket... from the woman our friend was having sex with. There was a handwritten note that came with the basket that said:

"I didn't think it was possible for a guy to teach a woman how to eat pussy, let alone over the goddamned phone but you did it and I liked that your lady helped to teach in this. Thanks to both of you and any time either of you want to eat this pussy, you're more than welcome."

Wow. That weekend, I was at home with her and read the note for myself and my lady told me that she was really proud of me for being able to do something - teach a woman how to eat pussy - when it's something I'd never done before.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]My girlfriend or, really, my second poly wife, came home from work and found me looking perplexed and, of course, she asked me why I had that look on my face - and I told her about the phone call. She was shocked and I understood that since she'd known her friend since they were young girls.

"Wait... she let another woman go down on her?" she asked.

"That's what she told me," I confirmed.

"And she called you and asked you to teach her how to eat pussy?"

"Yep."

"What did you tell her?"

"Get down there and do to her what you'd want someone to do you," I said.

"Well, damn," my lady said. "I would have thought this was the last thing she'd ever do; that girl loves her some dick. By the way, you do know she wants to fuck you, don't you?"

"Yeah, I get that sense from her every time we see her," I said. "She said she'd call back and let me know how it turned out so while I'm waiting, bring that pussy over here so I can practice on it..."

After we had sex, we were lying in bed when the phone rang and the caller ID showed it was our mutual friend; my lady handed me the phone, I said hello... and heard her say, "Okay... I'm between her legs - what do I do now?"[/SIZE][/FONT]