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I got over it, without a condom, live, I sank into its depths wet, and no sooner had I begun to move a hand started to caress me eggs, ass, perineum, sex when entering and leaving your body ... any man who has found this frame of mind knows that so it is very difficult to resist the orgasm ... I was in and out of it, but only felt the hands that caressed me, already forgotten her body, which was just waiting to be the next move ...

I felt imprisoned his fingers, making a lot more pressure than I could do it while I was moving to the beat, yet not lose those fingers moving gently to get to the point sweeter, wherever the bridle, and praying not relocate them happen ... it was more than one person, a tapeworm located, other hands caressed my perineum, and still others were approaching the ass ... just hung on them, they arrived well and did not try to resist The flood that possessed me, and I poured in Blanca, offering my contractions all those hands around me ...

I stood there, recovering his breath, as Peter put to White again with his belly resting on the mat, and penetrated her from behind ... now if I knew that I was doing was pumping his cock between her thighs White saw move inside her, wanted to return the play, wanted to feel her body tense as she approached orgasm ... caressed eggs, take your penis (large, by the way), my hands, and as he moved, and I felt the force of his insight into my fingers, I just pressure to ... and what happened to me ... in half a minute, without warning with a roar, they ran and fell on White by surprise. For her cry I figured something had happened to him, who had been hurt, but not, howled cum like a wounded animal, like a woman. It was so sudden that I felt frustrated, because I like to feel the different phases of the pleasure it causes, the acceleration of the rhythm of the breath that let me know that at one point reached spasms ... and this time, nothing, not a clue. Probably he felt bad run as fast, and the first surprise was, trying to avoid until the last minute. Still, I thought that had happened to him thanks to me, and that in any case, I had returned the ball.

White: We did not know was how John was going to cry when he arrived, something huge, although I believe it more than the girl before (had long excited).

and as we always do men (they might say, as blog readers know) and gets caught by the rush to leave ... we asked if we wanted to go to the jacuzzi, but we did not want, and we were there, Blanca and I, in tatami that while people had been filled with ...

We were on the mat, Blanca and me alone ... just beyond were two couples fucking, separately but in the same position, the girl on top, riding the boy. They were having apparently well and now it was she who asked me:

- You see them?
- Well, I said (definitely were not going to discuss)

and we come, crawling on the mat, the other partner

(To be continued ... and ends in the next chapter, there are more in the pipeline)

He left her with a sound eschatology. Many years ago someone told me that was the sign of a good fuck, a sign that the vagina had been so long after orgasm due to take air to fill the space. Maybe.

But I was not for philosophical discussion and analysis, and to remember old conversations at that time my nose was pushed through the folds of the body of Carmen after a brief stop on her tits (I can solemnly promise and promise them more if the next time, but I loved her sex).

He was on familiar ground, I liked the feel of her body under my face, caressing his tongue, licking all sweet liquid exchange.

We repeat the movements, embrace after their pleasure, gave me chills to your body, clinging to mine for a few minutes, caught his breath.

But my body needs your attention, I commented that it was up to me and, smiling, down, slowly, oh so slowly running his tongue, until the lingam. I knew I did not give any hesitation on putting their mouth, but I asked if I wanted to let him know before my orgasm.

- No need, I will realize.

And explain why you have not felt the men? prehensile noticed his mouth, his lips on my shaft, his tongue everywhere, their hands strengthened the movement in my lingam, wet from his saliva.

The blowjob is total surrender, do not expect reciprocity. It is also the complete acceptance of each other's bodies, because ultimately, the vagina has no sense of taste or smell. The vagina is almost a passive receptacle (well, to understand, and compared with the mouth), whereas the mouth handled the pressure of the lips, the movements are more accurate, the tongue can touch it in the right spot.

And the mouth is also its most sensitive points of the unspoken, but which are known for certain women.

The mouth is full acceptance of man's body, the acceptance of their moods (and that even before orgasm), its flavor, its smells. It is a touch more personal than making love, is also more generous.

In a few minutes (or would be seconds?) Felt the coveted signs, the stress on the pubic bone that radiates to the toes, the need to raise the legs (Have you noticed that some people must separate your legs for a orgasm, and others should join them?), the tension inside the body. I could not keep my hands looking for, but could only reach his head. I grabbed her hair, my hips went to her, as she got the strength of the sap in me.

I passed the point of no return, after orgasm. I prayed silently that did not stop then, I can not say, like other "do not stop, still, still more," the truth is I am short right now. She did not stop. He continued his movements, the hand of the lingam came to the perineum, the whole area considered unmanly men (I myself thought so, and I missed many years of sensational orgasms, it took me years to lose the shame anal!) and when I touched her hand between his buttocks felt in the internal contraction that illuminates the imminent surrender of control of my body.

I noticed (because you can) for a split second, the rise of pleasure, before launching the thick blood, galactic and even Florence, majestic in flight as fireworks, and that Carmen had been withdrawn.

I personally do not mind at all this withdrawal if done at the right time, and soon the orgasm is aborted (but retired shortly before and continue with your hands is different), nor so late that causes him to spit.

I like both to be removed, and gaps in his mouth and then share my orgasm with her in a kiss, and finally be together, sweating, while my body is resting.

We were on the mat, the other pair, with the help of Carmen, who had attuned to it, had gone into action. The lying above it, Carmen supportive hand on his lingam.

I was envious Carmen, having the hand between two people who are fucking, being able to play the one or the other, feeling his strength both as the softness of her, both enjoying themselves, and probably the situation. I must say that I really have, and it is a strange and exciting situation at once.

Unknown (finally, you have your hands full partner) if one touches a man or woman, or the truth is that it matters much. If a neuron will remain available might guess, I believe that if a woman focuses more on the lingam he knows less erogenous zones of men, and instead if a man likes more touch around, you know that testicles are painful if crushed, but the skin that covers them is erogenous to be caressed. So avoids pinching, or punches them.

I watched them fuck, while the hands of Carmen went from one to another, now it's tits, now it's ass. Focused there, stroking movements to accompany him, touching the perineum, the area most sensitive searching, until he began to move more abruptly, as if to finish.

She took his hand and said:

- Not yet, wait, we just started.

They stopped for a moment that he recovered. Sometimes changed their position, standing, I think, so we could see the action. When they were in the doggie position, I go head under her breasts and sucked her nipples, forgetting anything else, until you feel the mouth of Carmen in me.

But at that time I was hanging from the breast, and admitted no distractions, still sucking and I thought it liked, and that among the hits he gave his partner from behind (accompanied, it seemed, of one or the other cheek, and, of course, many bad words), and my action, she cried out as if they were killed, falling on me, shaking his body wet with sweat still vibrating.

He looked at me and said now, but you're you and not her.

I did not understand until he turned around, spread her legs and put his hand on her soaked sex. He approached, I opened a little hand, I did not remove it, I wanted to participate in the magic moment of penetration, I wanted to feel my hands touch strong, tough of a lingam entering yoni of a woman.

Sex, wet, slipped between my fingers buried in her body, with a sucking sound. I noticed in passing, I felt I, too, a bit player.

Then I closed my fingers making a ring on his penis. I felt the strength and depth of their movements, so unlike the gentle, undulating women while her lips close around my hand, completely flooded.

I noticed he did it differently than I did, deliberate movements and deep, also with more force (never too late to learn I told myself), but the pelvis moving, pushing with your whole body.

He did not want so cum and tried to take my hand, but she ...

- Stop, stop, I want to end up well, while Carmen took her hand and put it also in the area. I know because I suddenly found another hand to greet me in some way.

Obviously it is difficult to bear making love, if on one hand there are fingers to reinforce the effect of the vaginal muscles, and the other is a hand caressing the back.

I felt the change of motion that he was willing to end because their movement centered around my fingers. He moved fast, tense, relaxed fucking different from before, a few millimeters, but they all focus the most sensitive part of his penis around my hand, taking the extra strength of my fingers, finding the point that I knew more sensitive. She motivated by voice:

- Stronger, longer, give him everything! that excite and distract has always surprised me, it seems to me that I was laughing. But no, he felt his orgasm coming on the tension in your body, your penis, infinitely harder, until I felt the pulse of her orgasm.

I had never felt so clear, it was like something hard to become even more rigid for a few seconds and then again less, as if something loosens tense and within it. I flooded her hand, gave off a very special smell, erotic, male and female combined.

I put my hand to the nose and the smell of my fingers are multiplied a thousandfold. Carmen took her hand in mine and close both to our faces, we were close. She licked my fingers, and was an electric shock I walk through my hands and was circulated through my body.

The smell, the situation, the experience so far happen then demanded to be the protagonist of my story.

link to last in this series: galactic and even Florence

I must say I like the darkroom

The darkroom was where the photos were revealed, before the digital age. One went into the darkroom, which was so called because it was dark and had a maximum (if the development was in black and white, if not, why not) a very dim light, red.

When entering a dark room with promises of a negative invisible until then and went and with certainty.

One did not know what would be in the darkroom, once the process disclosed, could be both photos and failures absolute dream.

The darkroom is in exchange clubs, are just a few rooms without light, are all over the place where people are revealed. For that matter, in an exchange club.

A paragraph, for neophytes, the first thing to consider is that in a swingers club will not be obliged to share the couple. You can do many other things. First, it is mandatory fuck, second, it is essential to exchange. It may sound strange but it is not necessary to touch you I feel like another person to go to a club exchange. I can desire to make love to your partner in public, wearing underwear, or show the world your pleasure with your partner. I can show you entertain, you can drive to see. And that if exchange is looks alone.

It may also be that you do not you like any of that, but your partner interest. Another day you report the polls to exit polls, why do people go to a club, and does there: see, because you see, because you feel like the couple but not an / a, by jumping to a yogurin when one is of a certain age, because - and that more girls - wants to try another girl, without being a lesbian ...

An exchange club is typically a bar. A bar with soft music, sometimes with TVs on the walls, but bars after all. Like all the bars, one comes, sits at his table, and it is difficult to talk to the neighbor. I'm always amazed me, I'm an "early bird", early risers, each new couple comes to sit in a different table and away. So that we are all sitting (yes, only couples) so richly at separate tables, talking about our stuff, and looking askance at the other couples, looking at us too.

At one point, we, or another couple gets up and goes to the dark room. We got up too, and, although we can not have guests, dear reader @ s @ s, we accompanied them, and so I'll explain. Do not worry, you do not happen at all (at least nothing that you wish that to happen, the moment you are a spectator 's)

We entered the darkened room, is not nothing or almost nothing, but the shadow of the other couples standing, dancing, or at least close together. Although there is much space in the world, we get to dance next to or couples who are already there. I remember, we do not know their names, we do not know who they are, we have glimpsed in the bar, but if they are several, do not know who is who. Never mind.

We're dancing next to them, and one hand touching the back of your partner. It can also be my hand that touches the back of another girl (looks at least to distinguish the boy the girl's wandering hands and respect the sexual identity, and in general started the guys). Here two things can happen, or that the boy or her hand us off (no problem, we turn to the next), or that also come hand. If so, in general they were two couples or becomes a quartet, all standing together, or two couples, now if traded. In the quartet in general girls are touched to each other, starting with her breasts, while the boys look.

And now we're into flour, but yes, dresses. This is where you can appreciate the sensitivity of talking in another post. It is there to play, to recognize, to feel. We do not know the name of the person touched, is an anonymous body we have to decipher. And maybe he likes to be touched only the breasts, or that the kiss, or you do a straw, so dressed up, looking at your partner or not, while her partner watches or is too busy our partner. It is also possible that she's gone because it has requested, and has told "you do what you want, but I do not touch or San Pedro." And while he is excited about touring with his hands the body of your partner, she is St. Maria Goretti, and we unknowingly.

All this is revealed in the darkroom.

And as I said the other day, some people can play and who not.

That is, we are standing up dancing with someone we've barely glimpsed and we do not know what she likes and what not or even if it is ready or just want to pass the time uncomfortable, until your partner gets tired of get their hands on the person who was with us.

Suppose, for the sake of the post, you feel like being touched, there is the symphony of hands. Overall dresses, usually standing in the dark. There are only senses the touch and smell (well, and there may be some pair close in sound full and orgasm, which is exciting, I must admit). And so, generally away the bra, but if you reach the chest with the hand, it takes to follow in his mouth, and a little to be respectful, and is square won, at least for the hand, a few moments and is under the thong. And one area is unknown. Do you like? outside of the lips, the clitoris (or clitoris, or touch him), strong, soft, circles, figure eights, a vibration? But the person responsible for giving us clues: boobs yes, but the rest just above her panties. Or between your legs a bit to reach comfortably (remember that we are right), or it is she who takes the initiative, and we unbuckled his belt to relieve some pressure, with no interest other than that we are more comfortable .

or curiosity to see how we are made

or the desire to give pleasure.

Sense and Sensibility, that is.

(Continued ...)

This photo is not me, but I was there taking photos.

And the idea is to have this blog what happened that distant afternoon which is not accompanied Colonel Aureliano Buendia because I had better to do than go to discover ice.

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