I'm not really sure how it happened.
Actually, I do know how it happened.
Surfer Guy and I were rolling on ecstasy one night and we got to talking about my kinks and fetishes list.
SG:
That I was a pretty cool list, but I meant to ask... I didn't see
anything on there about rimjobs... how do you feel about that?
Me: I'm down! Are you into anal play? On you, I mean?
SG: Well, sure... it's a definite erogenous zone, for sure.
Fast
forward to being naked in his bedroom, with a porn DVD playing on every
TV in his condo. I'm going down on him and I tell him to turn around
and bend over, to which he happily obliged. I planted my face in his
ass while jerking him off (also known as the rusty trombone), and I'm
thinking I had my face buried in his pooper for a good twenty minutes.
We
move up on the bed, and at some point or another (while I was on the
phone with a friend of mine, I think), I told him to finger me.
I felt one finger.
Then two.
Then three.
And
I was yapping away on the phone, I felt the airspace get a little too
tight (if you know what I mean), and I asked, 'Dude, how many fingers
do you have in there?'
SG: Uh. All of them.
Me: Whoa, really?
SG: Yeah. This is kind of cool. I have never had this many fingers in a girl.
Me: Sweet!
I
was curious as to why he would stick his entire hand in my vagina. Then
I remembered a conversation we had a few weeks prior -- something along
the lines of, 'Got any lube? Let's see how many fingers you can fit in
my crotch!'
I went back to yapping and at some point or another,
I handed the phone off to Surfer Guy so I could continue blowing him,
and then I hung up -- while going down on him.
SG: Why don't you stick a finger in there?
Me: OK!
So,
in porno-fashion, I hawked a volley of saliva into his back-door canal
and stuck a finger in there. Then I opened up the bottle of lube with
my one good hand and drizzled a little bit on the surface.
He went absolutely fucking crazy.
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