Fantasy and Reality

I've been wanting to write this story for a while now. Well over a couple of weeks, in fact. Life's just been too busy, or my mind's not been in the right place. I can't really say that it's actually in the right place, but now is as good a time as any.

This is all about one of the most intense experiences I've had in my sexual life, and I'm not going to dwell upon how long ago it was or the people involved in it. I'm just going to focus on the feeling. The situation was relatively simple, even though it did involve something that I know many men fantasize about, being with two women. I can't say that this was something that didn't happen frequently at this point in my life, as it did. However, this one particular time, it involved two women I knew quite well kneeling in front of me as I stood...barely maintaining my ability to stand. As I stood, they each ran their mouths across my ****, playing their tongues across different parts of it, and occasionally letting their tongues intertwine, with my **** somewhere in between them.

To those who know me, it's no surprise to be told that I enjoy oral sex, both giving and receiving. This seemed to be the penultimate experience of that fetish of mine. Sometimes, one of them would have the head of my **** in her mouth while the other licked and sucked along the shaft and their hands played all over my legs, ***, and balls. Neither one retained a particular portion of my flesh at any one time, preferring to trade places very frequently. The memory of this experience exists in a place reserved for hazy memories of many things, because the sensory overload involved in the whole experience left me gripping any inanimate object around me for stability as they pleasured me, kissing and giggling the whole time.

When I did finally ***, I remember one of them (she was very adept at this) took my **** deep into her throat and swallowed every bit. The other young woman kissed, bit, and sucked at her neck, and I swear that I could feel her tongue and teeth as I spasmed and held tight to a piece of furniture near me to keep from falling.

Every so often, I'll bring this hazy memory to the fore and try to remember any detail I can. This is one of those times...and most likely, I'll be unable to avoid rumination about it, without somehow pleasuring myself.
TransparentEyeball TransparentEyeball
36-40, M
2 Responses May 15, 2007

In this world of pain and pleasure its these memories that keep us going, those moments of simple unadulterated pleasure.

YUMMY. This is also a fantasy of mine - having another girl suck my husband with me. you describe it so well. oh,,, I can't Wait!!!!