Date: Thu, 26 Feb 2009 05:45:30 EST
From: Writersinterlude@aol.com
Subject: Swings and Roundabouts

Swings and Roundabouts

Copyright Alex Carr 2009

Being with Kathy was great, our relationship had grown to a point where we
knew each other very well, our likes, dislikes and sexual preferences. Being
with her was  a joy - the primaries over and being able just to relax with
each other. Like after a hard day at work spending the evening watching TV or
listening to our music and just enjoying each other in every way we  wanted.

The way she teased me by mock pining to get the attention she wanted. Lots
of hugs and loving and then more too, a look into her eyes said everything and
when the fever of our kiss grew and she pushed my head down I knew she was
hungering for my oral delight, which was so easy to give, her being commando
too  underneath that very sexy black skirt - as if I didn't know she was
commando  too! "Do you mind, Peter, I know you like to leave something to the
imagination,  but I want you so much, you know just how I adore you to do
the things you do to  me down there."

I was so rampant it didn't matter, I was just hungry for the taste and feel
of her - and then I was in another world, her moving for me the way she did,
smothering me in wonderful gorgeous wet warm Kathy pussy, the way she crouched
 over me, tantalised me with it, then  kneeling astride me, gradually easing
down, enough for me to sniff her but not to touch, then she'd twist a little
until I yelled out for her to come down on me completely, for her just to sit
on  my face and deliver me to her heaven once more.

It was divine with Kathy - all those things we'd do - and that's before we
went to bed! But there was something particularly intimate about having her in
 the lounge, in the kitchen - sometimes over the kitchen sink if we wanted
doggy  - and especially over the mahogany table, that was a real treat to
behold, if  I'd fucked her once over the table I'd fucked her a thousand times, yet
it was  always new and fresh each time, no matter which way, oral, pussy or
ass fuck -  she was always game and wanting it. Her cock suck was wonderfully
stimulating,  she'd especially like it on the settee, bent over my lap as I
gave her a firm  tanning, a slap here and a slap there , then nudging and
squeezing the redness  as I felt her suck grow stronger.

To suck her was one thing, for her to suck me, another and when we both did
it together, in the sixty nine position, sometimes me on  top - other times
she, we took it all the way and to be smothered in her body fluid was something
 I am unable to describe in a way to give the experience full credit, but
when I  came, and she was licking and eating me all up, I knew we were
compatible in  every way.

As she sucked me,  sometimes I liked to watch her, wondering just how  it was
like to suck cock. Not realising at the time I was bi-sexual - although,
thinking about it now, the way our discovery of each other took us to buying a
strap-on so she could experiment in fucking me, well it all becomes rather
obvious now - and yet at the time, feeling Kathy's strap-on fuck was so good and
it came to the point I wanted it every time we made love.

But then later, when I met Danny - I felt the urge with him and then
realised I was definitely bi. The first time, the very first time Danny and I
arranged a meeting, it was in a quiet car park and , after talking a bit I  boldly
sucked him off in his driving seat. It seemed all so very natural for me  to
undo his zip pull it out, examine and start to feel it grow in my hand.  "That'
s lovely, Pete, it's always different someone else doing it rather than
yourself"    Our next meeting was at  his place. On arriving  he was soon naked,
seated on an armchair, his cock pointing upwards and him  saying: "Well there it
is then!"   as if to say well come on help  yourself!

Of course I did. He had an average cock, about six inches I guess, unlike  me
he was cut and I noticed the slight bend in the middle, He joked that was to
turn corners and said he wondered what my corner would feel like. With that
promise of a presumed fuck I was soon on my knees, sniffing cock and balling
him. Now I could really feel the sensation of what it was like to suck cock as
 well as being sucked, at first I just planted it into my mouth as I had done
in  the car before, but then he wanted me to stop fearing we may be seen,
just as I  was really beginning to enjoy it too, that's when we made a date to
see each  other privately. Anyway I took time to enjoy his cock this time, to
manoeuvre it  inside my mouth, licking and tasting it. It was very pleasant and.
feeling him  feeling me as I sucked made it all the more special. It would
become a special  feature of our special times together, me and Danny - the
sucking, the tasting  and the desert - him asking me if I would like his fuck -
then the first time  over the edge of the bath, feeling it surge into me like
that, it was better  than the strap-on I had to admit more moving and yes, that
bend in the middle!  Deep penetration, him throbbing inside, he stopped for a
while, he seemed to  want that, he just very gradually moved inside, kneading
my ass cheeks firmly  and moving my buttocks from one side to the other, him
still deep inside, It  felt like luxury, the firmness coupled with the wanting.
`fuck me, fuck me  harder' I said and he did, no holds barred, I felt him
hard slapping me too,  across my ass cheeks - at first I was going to yell at
him to pack it up, but  then?, well I don't know, it really seemed to compliment
his deep thrust at the  time, it stung yes, and how! But then after a few
more firm slaps the feeling  seemed to change. It was all part of his fuck, the
wonderful sensation and the  numbness that came then, his thrusts still moving
my ass - and then, I heard the  sound of his moans first, then the final deep
thrusting hard surge as he came  inside me.

Danny was just another part of my life, the thing was, Danny could never be
demanding like a woman. I mean Kathy, she is a lovely person and I adore her
in  every way - but I guess she just wanted a straightforward loving
relationship and I wanted more.

Women naturally are more emotional and I guess she could never understand  my
bi-sexual leaning or even the way she caught me looking at other girls on
several occasions. How I had to go through the questions and answers afterwards,
 some women simply can't seem to understand that, even of you do love them
and fancy them, us guys get the pangs sometimes to want to fuck another - with
 no strings attached would be nice, although I have to admit for me there is
more  to it than that, I have to like the girl as a person too. The times when
I was a  teenager, seeing a girl I really fancied - and then, still with her
image in my  mind a crafty wank in a local loo or whatever. My sexual urge was
always the  same, just a slight flicker of a sexual thought and  the tingle
below would  begin. And then, just a mere touch, through my pocket or over my
jeans if I  could manage to hide myself, and I was soon stiff.

All that was remedied by my first girl called Angela, and her  `seeing  to
him' in the back seat a cinema, she simply loved to wank me silly and when
eventually I did fuck her she was a beautifully untouched tight virgin,
what a perfect delight for a first fuck that was.

For me obese girls are out, they turn me off rather than on - I mean how  can
some of them think they attract with short skirts or tight jeans when their
flab bulges over their seams and they give the appearance of a shire horse at
the back! But I guess there are many guys who like the big ones but me? I go
for  the firm  beautiful curvatures, the slight gap in the crutch when a girl
wears tight jeans, has a perfect ass, the perfect figure complete, and when
she  turns around, the look are a winner too. I mean let's be honest, what sort
of a  normal guy could resist a second look and maybe with carnal imaginings
g seeping  through?

I've been with several giros now, fucked them through and through. I is
always a joy to behold, but unless there is something more than just the sex the
relationship becomes plainly habitual and boring, then it's time for pastures
new - and the sheer enjoyment of discovering the likes and dislikes of a new
girl in a brand new relationship. That for me is exiting, but I know one day
I  will get caught, if there is anyone out there wanting me for what I am,.

As for Danny, well that is a one off, I have never been with another guy
let's say. So that must say something?

Swings and Roundabouts really I guess?