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Subject: {ASSM} Oral Sex Isn't Sex, by Ed Rider (MM MF MMF oral)
Date: Thu, 30 Aug 2001 17:10:02 -0400
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* Disclaimer: The following piece is a work of pornography. Because    *
* the characters in it do not have to deal with the consequences of    *
* their actions, they put themselves in situations that are            *
* undesirable in real life. The primary intent of this text is to      *
* sexually arouse the reader. If this makes you uncomfortable, or if   *
* you are 19.5 years of age or younger, please stop reading now.       *

Oral Sex Isn't Sex
by Ed Rider
(MM MF MMF oral)

November, freshman year. I have a roomate named Ben, we share a double.
Typical college life, I think. There's this girl named Angelique who's
the RA for our floor. She's really pretty. I don't have much to do with
girls like that. I do my homework, hang out and play pool in the
evenings, and try to go to frat parties on weekends. Sometimes I date
chicks, but more often I'm stuck at night with my pornography.

Sometimes Ben and I watch porno together. I don't know if that's normal
or not. I look at his crotch when he's hard. I think he's smaller than
me. Makes sense, since he's a bit shorter. Sometimes he says we should
jack each other off when we watch porn. I tell him I'm not into that.
But the truth is, I'm kind of indifferent. Might be kind of fun.

But then I think of a better plan. I tell him why stroke when we can
suck instead. The way he looks I can tell he likes the sound of that.
I bring out a deck of cards. "Let's play Spanish Rum," I say. "Loser
has to do it to the winner."

He nods. Spanish Rum is an odd rummy variant. It's a good college game.
The door is locked, we put some porno on the tv. Some bimbo sucks away
on the screen as we play cards. I cheat. It's fairly easy. I doubt Ben
notices. He loses and shrugs his shoulders. I don't think he was playing
very hard anyway.

I'm looking at the tv and not saying much. There's two chicks now,
playing with each other and some guy. I'm thinking about how I'm
going to get a blowjob and I'm getting hard. It doesn't matter that it's
a guy, I'm looking at the screen anyway.

"Well," says Ben. But he doesn't say anything more. I don't want to
unzip my pants. He comes over and kneels down and does it for me. I'm
stiff. Ben grabs my cock and it feels pretty funny. He starts stroking,
slowly. I'm good and hard. He starts sucking. Shit it feels great. I'm
watching these two chicks working on this guy. One of them's on her
hands and knees giving him a blowjob. I imagine I'm shoving my cock into
her as she sucks. Oh hell yes. Ben's mouth is all over me. I start
pushing my hips as he slurps away. When I cum it's good as any I've had.

That's it. I put my cock away and zip up. I can see Ben enjoyed that.
I don't say anything. I go into the bathroom and give him his privacy.
I run some water and wash my hands. I splash some on my face. I'm
flushed. For some reason I think that something has started, some
decision was made in the back of my head. I have no idea where this
idea is leading to.

* * *

About a month into my third year on campus, on a crisp fall day, I was
out on the soccer field by the quad, playing ultimate frisbee with an
assorted mix of frat boys and some other guys. It was a hard workout,
more than I usually go through. I like frisbee though, and I was making
a fairly good showing for myself. When the game ended I found myself
milling around on the sidelines. The guys I knew who were there had
taken off, and when I looked around, I saw Angelique standing next to
me.

"Hi," she said. "Nice game out there."

Angelique was my RA Freshman year, and for some reason I had hung out
with her a few times this fall. She was very pretty, and I liked her
even though she wasn't entirely my type. Indeed, she had a guy who I
thought was her boyfriend but maybe not, who was much more in line with
the type of guy I pictured her with.

We chatted a bit, and she walked back to the dorms with me. I was torn
between trying to continue to hang around her and going to get myself
some private time. As it turned out, there was no cause for concern on
my part. When I told Angelique I was going to go up to my room and take
a shower, she just smiled and asked "Can I come with you?" There wasn't
much doubt what she meant.

We went upstairs, and into my room. I walked into the bathroom and she
followed right behind me. She leaned back against the windowsill and
there was a bit of a pause. Finally I shrugged and stripped off my shirt,
while Angelique watched appreciatively. Then my shoes and socks, my
shorts and underwear, and I was standing there naked.

Angelique had a big grin on her face, like she liked what she saw. What
can I say, I have a pretty nice body. I didn't know exactly what she
wanted so I just stepped in the shower and turned on the water. Out of
the corner of my eye I saw Angelique stripping off her shirt.

I was rubbing myself down with a washcloth when she got in the shower
with me, naked. Her tits looked even better naked than I could have
imagined. I reached up and started stroking a breast with my hand. I
would have liked to have rubbed her whole body down, gotten it good
and soapy, but Angelique had other ideas. She got down on her knees and
the water splashed on her face, getting her hair wet. I moved over so
my body was blocking the shower water, my cock hanging down invitingly
in front of Angelique's face.

She got me hard quickly, rubbing underneath my balls with her fingers
and sliding her tongue all over my growing prick. It felt lovely, her
hot mouth engulfing the head of my dick, and the shower spraying my
back with warm water.

She sucked on me for a while, driving me crazy with pleasure but not
bringing me anywhere near orgasm just yet. Her cheeks pushed inward with
the pressure she was putting on the head of my shaft, and her tongue
slithered under the head of my cock, hitting some ultrasensative spots
that nearly sent me through the roof.

I tried to hold myself back, so I could feel that heavenly mouth on
my cock for as long as possible. As I pulled out of her mouth,
Angelique slurped on the head of my cock for a little. I turned and
leaned over, so that I was standing over her, my palms pressed flat
against the shower wall. She got under me, the spray of the shower
water splashing against her thighs and the bottoms of her lovely
breasts, her head sheltered by my broad back. She sucked on me more,
engulfing my hot cock in her mouth.

I was in a good position to enjoy her, with pleasurable but not
overwhelming sensations coursing through my body. I lifted myself up
on my tiptoes and pushed down, driving my cock into her mouth and
sending riveting pleasure shooting through my legs. My shaft disappeared
in her mouth, and I was amazed at how easily she took the whole thing.

Finally I was ready to come. I pulled back so that the head of my prick
was on her tongue, and started rocking back and forth, gently fucking
her mouth. She renewed the instensity of her sucking, and soon I was
practically moaning in ecstacy. I came, spurting hot jizm into
Angelique's waiting mouth, my cock twitching and flexing at it shot
out each stream of cum.

She swallowed it all down, then kissed my cock after it slipped out
of her mouth. I stood there for a long time, still leaning up against
the wall, now for support as the shuddering orgasm had left me weak-
kneed.  She stood up and gently ran a hand down my body, petting me.
I wanted to grab her and press her up against the wall and kiss her
and get my hands all over her body, but instead I just leaned in a
little, and we shared a far-too-quick kiss.

Angelique got out of the shower, towelled off and got dressed, while I
washed up, savoring the receding pleasure of my orgasm on my tired
limbs. When I finally got out and dressed, Angelique was gone.

* * *

January, Freshman year. It's been a hard day at class. There's too much
to think about between classes and friends and nice girls all around.
I come back to my room and Ben is lying on the bed reading. I ask him if
he wants to play cards. He shrugs. I sit down and deal. He plays, and I
beat him. He is losing to me on purpose. I don't need to cheat. Then
it's done, and I get to get off, finally. This time I stand and he
kneels. I make it last a while. He works hard at making me come, and
finally I do. He doesn't move, just swallowing down my load. After, I
stalk off, satisfied.

It goes like that pretty often. Time passes: tests, homework, and a
hundred other concerns. I don't see Ben much. We both sleep in the same
room, but don't share much else. When I want his mouth on my cock all
I have to do is ask. I ask every so often. No need to overdo these
things.

One day when Ben get back from class I'm pretty horny. I tell him to
lock the door and take off his pants. He does and I take off my pants
too. Then we go and sit down on my bed. We get into position so that he
can blow me and I can stroke his cock. He's very hard. His face is in
my crotch. I touch his balls. He starts sucking me. I squeeze his cock
as he services me. He's curled up, almost in a little ball. I hold off
coming. I tell him to jack off. He does, and I help him out. He comes
all over his hands and mine. I wipe my hand off on his legs. Then he
goes back to getting me off. I come onto the bed and have to wash my
sheets.

Another day I'm getting out of the shower, walking around in a towel.
Before I get dressed, Ben gives me a blow job.

And so on.

* * *

During the fall of Junior year, I started getting to know Angelique a
little better. I was a bit taken aback when she said that she had a
boyfriend. "What about me?" I asked her. She just smiled, the edges of
her mouth curling up like a cat. "You're okay," she told me, and that
seemed to be both the breadth and the depth of her thoughts about me.

That was fine by me, for the most part. I was looking for a girlfriend,
but if Angelique and I were to fool around in the meantime, that was
good as well. I had some feelings for her, but it seems to be the way
of things that everyone has to deal with being on the short end of
some unequal relationship, be it sexual or friendly.

So that's how it was when Angie had invited herself over to have a
little chat. It wasn't much of a chat, she had something that she
wanted to express to me, and the conversation seemed to be guided to
that one thing. She had gotten me off, and I had wanted to do the same
for her, but we didn't, instead kissing a little, the two of us sitting
on the side of my bed, me not wearing any pants, my cock half-hard and
hanging out of my shorts.

We started talking about college, and life as a confused underclassman,
and about old relationships and all that. I didn't have much to say,
but Angie was keeping the conversation up just fine. That was how she
maneuvered into talking about how she knew my old freshman roommate,
Ben.

I started telling some amusing freshman anecdote, but she headed that
off. Apparently she had had a few conversations with Ben about me, and
she knew about the things we did together. I hadn't seen Ben all
sophomore year, and I was surprised about how far away those memories
seemed to me.

It was pretty embarassing having Angie know about that stuff, but not
as embarassing as I would have thought, maybe. She seemed a little
excited by talking about it, her eyes lighting up and her sentences
becoming more contracted.

Then she said something that got right to the point. She told me that
she liked to play cards and that maybe Bill and I could play a little
Spanish Rum sometime. It wasn't a casual suggestion. She was sitting
rather close to me at the time, and I started thinking with my cock,
which was up for pretty much anything Angie wanted to do. I told her
that I'd enjoy that, and she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek,
and then I changed the subject and we chatted a little more until she
had to go.

That was how I ended up sitting on the floor of Angie's dorm room,
holding a hand full of cards, with my heart beating hard against my
chest. I was had the lead in score, but Bill was pretty good player,
and I knew that there was a pretty even chance that I would lose the
game, depending on what cards I was dealt. I had thought about that
a lot when Angie had told me to come over. I couldn't play if I wasn't
prepared to pay up, right? That would be pretty immature, and that kind
of stuff was mostly behind me. But did that mean I shouldn't play?
I imagined Bill and Angie coming over here. In my thoughts Bill took
off all his clothes and his cock stuck out straight and thick. Angie
pushed me down on my knees and I started sucking. Yes, I had thought, my
dick getting hard in my pants, I was willing to go play Spanish Rum
with Bill.

We played through the hand in silence, and Bill won, adding to his
score, and pulling past me. He was smiling. It would only take two or
three more hands until one of us reached the agreed upon score. I licked
my lips and tried to concentrate on doing well in the game.

Well, cards are funny, and it's hard to tell if you're winning cause
you're good or cause you're getting good cards. This time though,
I'm pretty sure I lost because I was dealt poor hands. I certainly
wanted to win, although when the last hand was dealt, it was pretty
clear that Bill would score enough to win the game. We played it rather
quickly and perfunctorily, and then it was all over. Angie gathered up
the cards and put them back into the pack.

"Well," she said, "that's that." I kept my eyes on the floor, and could
see that I was visibly erect. I couldn't look over and see if Bill was
too. Finally Bill stood up and unzipped his pants, and that was my
cue to pay up, so to speak.

I went over to him and knelt, his cock dangling just a short distance
from my face. It was something of a small cock, but rather thick, and
the head of it was warm and salty tasting as I covered it with my lips.
I didn't use my hands, just knelt there sucking like on a lollipop.
Gradually I took more of it into my mouth. Bill started pushing with his
hips, and his prick slid on my tongue. This went on for who knows how
long, me with my eyes closed, this strange organ filling up my mouth
with its taste.

I didn't know how long I could stand this. I hardly noticed my own erect
penis as I concentrated on slowly moving my head back and forth. Finally
Bill stepped back, and then he went and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Angie sat down next to me and started gently rubbing my back. I crawled
forward and got between Bill's legs, this time grabbing his cock with
both hands and stroking it slowly, squeezing it. Angie started rubbing
the crotch of my pants and I went to work on Bill, licking and sucking
on his hard shaft.

It started to feel real good, Angie's hands rubbing me, and Bill's cock
in my mouth. I lost myself in the moment, bobbing my head a bit and
swirling my tongue around the tip of Bill's cockhead. He moaned and put
his hands on my shoulders and for a minute I thought I was going to
gag, but then he eased off and let me take it at my own pace.

I could taste the precum leaking out of him as I sucked away. Angie's
hands ran up my chest and found my nipples, poking and pinching. It was
a fantastic sensation. I tried taking more of Bill's dick into my mouth
but he pulled out entirely, like he wanted to make it last longer. I
wanted none of that. I grabbed his shaft by the base and pushed it back
into my mouth, sucking hard on the head and slithering my tongue along
the sensitive underside of his cock.

Bill got close to coming, moaning, his cock twitching eagerly. And then,
he was orgasming, spurting his cum on my tongue, into my mouth. I
swallowed it without a thought. It didn't taste like much, just tickled
my tongue a little.

I leaned back on my hands, mentally exhausted, and Angie kissed me on
the cheek. My cock was looking for some release, but I wasn't to get it.
Bill's eyes fluttered back open after a long pause. "Nice," he said.
"Let's play again sometime." I just nodded and mumbled "yeah." Angie
detached from me and leaned over and stroked Bill's softening cock. It
was slick from my saliva. As she aimlessly played with him their eyes
were both turned from me. I felt like I had been dismissed. Bill and
Angelique started making out, lying on her bed. I didn't have the guts
to go try to worm my way into bed with them, so I slunk back to my room
and ended up just watching tv and doing homework for the rest of the
night.

* * *

March, Freshman year. It's a boring Saturday morning. I have no plans
for the day. Ben is looking at me funny. "Let's play cards," he says. I
shrug. "Sure." We sit down. Ben deals out Spanish Rum. He mumbles
something about same stakes. I knew what he meant when we sat down.

We play cards. Hands are dealt, cards are played, scores are tallied.
I'm not cheating. I guess I'm a sucker for some good competition. Ben
actually knows how to play fairly well. I'm surprised. The score is
close through the whole game. Last hand decides it. Ben has the right
cards. I lose.

I look down at the cards, then over at the tv, then all around the
room. Ben is looking at me uncertainly. I get up and go to the door.
My hand is on the lock. Then I open the door and walk out.

* * *

By the end of my Junior year of college my sex life was quite
interesting. I hadn't had a steady girlfriend in a while, and I wasn't
exactly going to wild orgies or frat parties, but I was having quite
of bit of sex with Bill and Angie. That is, if you consider oral sex to
be sex. Some people don't, you know.

My relationship with Bill and Angie was rather interesting triangle.
Each of us was getting something out of it from the other two. While
Angie and Bill were pretty intimate, she still gave me blowjobs every so
often when I was horny and alone. Bill knew about this, but he wouldn't
let her fill him in on any of the details. It was better that way.

In return for getting this lovely perk, I was to provide orally for
Bill whenever the three of us got together. Meanwhile, in return for
sucking both our cocks, Angie was getting nicely fucked by Bill,
and she also enjoyed ordering the both of us around a bit. So it all
worked out fairly tidy.

The last time I went over to Angelique's dorm room, Bill was there too,
waiting for me. He took his pants off and lay down on the floor, and I
got down there with him. I was on my knees, bent over and sucking on his
cock, and Angie was sitting on the bed, watching with rapt attention.
She must have been really horny, because she started rubbing her crotch
through her shorts and kind of rocking back and forth. I paused and
looked up at her, my tongue in mid-lick on Bill's shaft, and I think
she almost fell off the bed, squeezing her legs together and closing her
eyes with the pleasure.

I stopped and scooted over so I was sitting down on the floor, giving
Bill a slow rub down. Angie, seizing the moment, quickly shucked off
her shorts and panties. I actually didn't get to see her pussy that
often, and it was a lovely sight, smooth milky thighs and tufts of black
pussy hair surrounding a little moist cunt with small-ish delicate
labia.

"Suck that cock," she told me, and I did, enclosing the head in my lips
but still looking up at her. She smiled and got down on the floor with
us. Bill reached up and pulled her to him, and they kissed for a while.
I slowed down the pace of my sucking so Bill would last longer (a new
development, often before I just wanted to get it over with). Then
Angie pulled away from Bill's embrace and straddled him, facing me with
her cunt on his face, and Bill eagerly dug into eating her. She came
quickly, and picked her sensitive clit up away from his probing tongue,
sitting down on the floor next to us. I stepped up the pace of my
sucking, as Angie ran her hands along Bill's chest. He was in absolute
heaven. Finally he spurted his jizz in my mouth, a hard stream with a
sour taste.

I swallowed it down. I was getting used to that too. Bill sighed. He
was content just to lie on the floor with his eyes closed for a minute.
Angie and I looked at each other, sharing something without saying a
word. I reached down and lightly rubbed the crotch of my pants, where
my stiff prick was making a little tent. Angie smiled and mouthed to
me the word "Later." When Bill recovered a bit he and Angie started
kissing. I felt unnecessary, so went back to my room and waited around
a bit for Angie. She never came.

I went back to my room, and sat around for a bit. My prick was very
hard from giving Bill a blowjob, and I got it out and stroked it idly,
not jacking off, but keeping myself hard. Maybe Angie would come over
sometime later and help me out. Bill was probably eating her out right
now. Or maybe he had gotten hard again and they were fucking. I went
into the bathroom, stood over the sink and started really masturbating.
In my mind, I was fucking Angelique from behind while Bill watched.

* * *

end.

* The author humbly invites you to send your comments, questions, and
* requests to Ed_Rider7@hotmail.com


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