I fell in love, or lust, with a cute young country girl from Texas about 2 years after returning from my time in Asia. She was a great fuck until we married, then about once a month she would "give me some pussy" as she said it. 22 years old and only getting it once a month just didn't cut it. We drifted apart, which was especially difficult since I was stationed in Germany and we had to stay in the same housing. She wanted someone who made more money that I would ever do in the Army, and found him. Most nights she was gone with him and would come home late, shower, and fall asleep in a separate bed. I was looking for someone, but being naturally shy, it was a dead end.
One night when she was out with her bf, I had picked up one of the men's magazines, I believe it was a Hustler. I love to read, so I did read a couple of articles, look at a few pictures and had a hardon. Then I got to an article written about a swinger's club in San Francisco. This was around 1974, long before AIDS. The writer talked about watching folks going at in different rooms of the club, mostly male on female but a couple of women going lickety-split. Then he wrote about going up a flight of stairs. About halfway up, there were 2 men facing down the stairs, with the man sitting on the bottom with his hard cock up the ass of the one on top. As he watched, the one on top turned around to face his fucker without ever disengaging from that hard cock, then went right back to bouncing on it. I had never dreamed of anything like that. It made me more horny than anything I had ever read or seen or thought about. I was stroking, my dick was harder than Superman's belt buckle, and when I came, it shot almost to the ceiling. I had never had such an intense orgasm. All these years later I haven't figured out whether I wanted to be the fucker or the fuckee. |