My Sexual Autobiography part 3


I attended an extremely liberal college in the Northeast for one year
(when I was eighteen). It was in a very small town but it was at most two
hours away from five major cities, twelve hours from New York City and
about ten hours from Chicago. Sex was very easy to get at this college. In
my first semester I had sex with three women and came quite close with a
fourth.
The first was only a friend. She spent the night in my dorm room in my
bed. We were both fully clothed. My roommate was sleeping in the next bed.
We had no intention of having sex at all. In fact, we were sleeping in
reversed positions -- my feet at her head, her feet at my head. Suddenly
she started rubbing my penis. She took it out of my pants and began to
masturbate me. I was shocked, but I wasn't going to stop her. She took her
pants down far enough to expose her ass, then she turned her back to me
and began rubbing her bare ass against my cock. I held her ass as I guided
my cock into her hot and wet pussy. After only a few minutes of movement,
I pulled out and came all over her ass. She moaned quietly and rubbed my
sperm into her ass cheeks and asshole. I put my sticky penis back into my
pants and went to sleep. The next morning, she was gone. For a while we
acted as if nothing had happened. One morning, I visited her in her dorm
room. She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, no bra, skater's sneakers,
backwards baseball hat -- her usual outfit. Her roommate was wearing a
bathrobe. We all sat around talking for a while until my friend and I
noticed that her roommate's bathrobe was open. We could see her large,
pale breasts swinging freely as she talked and gestured. This turned me on
and I think it aroused my friend, too. Finally, her roommate got up and
left the room to take a shower. My friend turned to me and asked me to
fuck her, without any kind of prelude or warning whatsoever. I nodded and
yanked my shorts off. She pushed her jeans down to her knees and got in
the doggy-style position. I touched her pussy -- it was extremely wet. I
entered her with no problem. She moaned as we began to fuck. I asked if it
was OK for me to cum inside of her, and she said yes, she was on the pill.
This WAS in the era of AIDS (after 1981), however, so what we did was VERY
stupid. I don't recommend this kind of extremely casual sex to anybody.
We finished before her roommate got back, and again she acted as if
nothing happened. It was the last time we fucked, but we remained very
good friends. She introduced me later to a woman named Katherine, who got
my attention immediately. She was a slinky, gorgeous woman who was reputed
to be a witch, stripper, cocaine user and sex fiend. I was fascinated by
this woman and had to find out more. I discovered that she was all of
those things and more. She was very weird and would try anything. One time
she removed a tampon and inserted a new one right in front of me. She
didn't care. Another time I found her extracting her own blood from her
arm and leg veins and storing it in test tubes for no particular reason. I
never had any kind of sex with Katherine, but her openness, freedom and
sensuality left their mark on me. She was the first woman I saw who had
completely shaved off all her pubic hair, which I found extremely
exciting.
Nothing happened between us, and I lost contact with her soon after the
first semester ended.
I had seen Jennifer around campus a lot, but only got to talk to her
halfway through the semester. She reminded me of Rebecca in many ways. She
was quite tough and butch, but she had long, naturally blond hair. She
preferred leather jackets and steel-toed boots, but she liked to wear
lacy, intricate panties. She had huge breasts and full, sensuous lips, but
callused hands and scabby knees. Jennifer and I stayed up talking all
night and ended up sleeping together. She was rough and active during
foreplay, but once sex started she would lose interest. She really enjoyed
oral sex, reaming, spanking, and other things, but she never really got
into the actual act of intercourse. Jennifer was also a very sad person.
She was constantly depressed and it seemed that we usually had sex out of
boredom. After the first few times, the novelty wore off, and we had a
huge fight that ended up being a physical confrontation. She was a big,
strong woman and nearly kicked my ass, but somehow I ended up physically
throwing her out of my dormitory. She never spoke to me after that, and I
don't blame her. If I could do it all over again I never would have slept
with Jennifer because of the bad emotions that went with the mediocre sex.
The next woman I began to sleep with was named Serena. She was a
twenty-two-year-old, dark-skinned white woman, maybe with Greek ancestry.
She was fat. There's no other way to say it. Fat, as I've happily
discovered, feels great in bed. Fat people are not necessarily ugly
people. Serena had a small breasts with huge nipples, a wide, soft belly,
large thighs, and a voluptuous ass. If you saw her entire body when she
was standing naked, you might compare her to those "earth mother"
figurines from Asia and Africa. Although she wasn't obese, or unhealthy.
Just fleshy. Chubby, if you will. Serena had long, black hair, dark brown
eyes, and olive-brown skin that I considered the height of physical
perfection. When we fucked, I loved to lick the sweat from between her
breasts because it was so deliciously sour. Her pussy tasted wonderful,
and I loved drinking her cum. I sucked her toes and fingers for hours,
reveling in the musky taste of her Mediterranean skin. She was absolutely
gorgeous, and I was deeply in lust with her. We used condoms every time we
had intercourse, although sometimes we'd have unprotected oral sex. I
think she was as excited about my body as I was about hers. One of her
favorite things to do was take my scrotum into her mouth and suck and lick
it. She liked the taste of my genitals and my ass. She loved sucking my
nipples. In fact, I think she was more enthusiastic about sucking my
nipples than I was about sucking hers. We had sex two or three times daily
and on the weekends did not leave her room.
The strange thing about it was that I had always thought that Serena was a
lesbian. She hung out with the lesbians, dressed like the lesbians and
generally acted like the lesbians. When I say "the lesbians" I mean the
lesbian community within this small liberal college. I do not mean
"lesbians" as a whole. In fact, there were two lesbian communities at this
college: the hardcore, ultrafeminist lesbians, who shaved their heads and
wore leather jackets, and the softer, hippie lesbians, who were definitely
feminists and radicals but preferred a sort of Grateful Dead style to a
Dead Kennedys style. Serena hung out with the former group of lesbians,
the hippies, and looked like them, so I naturally assumed she was also a
hippie lesbian. She wasn't.
I learned a lot during this first semester, of course, but I'd like to
make a note of a certain social lesson made clear to me about nudity.
Everybody likes to look at naked people, but if nudity is the norm then it
loses its power. I know that seems obvious, but I only saw that in
practice at this college. Women thought nothing of removing their shirts
on hot days and walking around topless like the men. We had sweat lodges
and shower sweats where all the participants would be buck naked, and
nobody cared. One campus event was called the "community swim," which was
a nice euphemism for "mass skinny dipping." Anywhere from ten to fifty
students would show up, and we'd all jump in the college pool naked,
playing pool games, diving off the diving board or just relaxing and
socializing. Nudity didn't matter when everybody was naked. Enough
lecture. 
This particular college had a mandatory work-study program. For the year's
four quarters, you had to either study on campus or work at a
college-approved job. I
chose to go to Camarillo, California to work at a mental-health
institution (the one made famous by the Eagles' song "Hotel California").
There I met Elizabeth, who was one of the kinkiest women I've ever known.
Elizabeth was a twenty-five-year-old graduate student. Her face was plain,
but her optimistic and cheerful personality made up for that. She, too,
was gifted with fat in all the right places -- large breasts, belly,
thighs and ass. Her flesh was warm to the touch, smooth and sweet. She had
scattered freckles and moles all over her body, and the largest pair of
nipples I've ever seen. I was entranced, and I think she liked me too.
We got started one night when she'd been drinking wine and we were playing
cards. I suggested strip poker. She was amenable, and so we began.
Naturally, I cheated like crazy and eventually she was sitting across from
naked, one arm folded across her breasts, the other arm in front of her
where she held her cards in her hand. I was down to my underwear. I
suggested that we play for sexual favors, and she said no at first but
eventually warmed to the idea. So I stripped off my underwear and we got
on the bed. She was the first woman I met who could deep-throat a cock, so
I was pleasantly surprised when I felt her nose and chin bump into my
balls as she took my entire cock into her throat. She really liked to suck
cock, but it made her eyes water and she couldn't do it for long. I asked
her to let me suck her pussy, but she said no and explained why.
Apparently, she was dating a co-worker who was much older (about 33 or 35)
and wanted only him to have her pussy. A little more questioning revealed
that this other man had had a vasectomy and so they could freely fuck
without worrying about pregnancy. Neither of us had any birth control, and
she didn't want me to suck her pussy because then she would want me to
fuck her. I assured her that I wouldn't try to fuck her even with her
permission, and so she said it was OK for me to go down on her. I did, and
it was delicious. She asked me to lick, suck and finger her ass, and I did
that eagerly. Soon I had two fingers in her pussy, two fingers in her ass
and my tongue flicking across her clit. Her fingers were wrapped in my
hair and she was grinding her warm, wet crotch against my face. It was
fabulous.
Soon after she came, she admitted that she really liked anal play. I asked
her if I could fuck her ass since she couldn't get pregnant that way. She
agreed to that and soon she was on her hands and knees, moaning as I slid
my cock into her lovely, large ass. She bucked her hips to meet me and
masturbated frantically as I fucked her ass. I was aroused beyond
description and became like an animal, thrusting rapidly and rhythmically,
digging my fingers into her breasts, biting her shoulder, grunting in time
to her groans of pleasure. She begged me not to come in her ass, and so I
pulled out at the last minute and jerked myself off. I was ready to come
on her ass when she turned around, laid on her back and opened her mouth.
I ejaculated into her mouth, on her chin and over her breasts while she
smiled and moaned and rubbed my semen into her skin. We went to sleep that
night wrapped around each other, enjoying the smell and feel of sex on
each other's bodies.
The next week Elizabeth introduced me to golden showers. She stripped the
sheets off the bed and asked me to lay down on the mattress. We were both
naked. She got on top of me and squatted over my cock, then leaned over to
kiss me as she began to piss on my cock. The feel of her hot liquid
splashing forcefully over my cock gave me an instant erection, and I
begged her to let me fuck her, but she refused, grinning madly. Before we
finished with our water sports, she had pissed all over me and let me piss
on her tits and belly. Then we engaged in a very long-lasting 69,
concentrating on drawing out the intense pleasure. When we came, it was
amazing... I can remember every detail of it. I remember the sensation of
ejaculating into her mouth, I can remember her thighs squeezing my ears as
she flooded my tongue with pussy cum, I can remember the once-warm urine,
now cold, in puddles around us on the mattress. I remember the combined
smells of acrid piss, hot cum, and sweaty bodies hovering in the room.
After I left Camarillo I lost contact with Elizabeth, which was more my
fault than hers. I went back to my liberal college for one semester and
met a bunch of new people. The first two I actually slept with were a
black woman from Africa whose native language was French, and a white
woman from Germany. The black woman's name was Helen and the white woman's
name was Helena, oddly enough. Helen
was a lesbian who liked to date men; Helena was a straight woman who
didn't like to wear clothes. They were roommates and hung out together
constantly. You could tell them from a mile off: there was a black woman
with dreadlocks and colorful clothes, and a white woman wearing sandals
and very little else. They certainly made a unique pair, and the night I
spent with them would probably be someone else's fantasy come true.
It was after a community swim. We'd seen each other naked, played pool
volleyball and tag, laughed and kidded around in the student center, and
just basically hung out together. They invited me back to their dorm room
to helpwith a photography project. Naturally it involved nudity. So,
believe or not, I spent part of the evening taking pictures of a gorgeous
African woman and a beautiful German woman in nude poses together. Even as
it was happening, I thought to myself that some men would kill to be able
to do this. Finally, we all got tired and climbed into Helen's small bed.
We cuddled up together and of course there was some half-serious fondling,
followed by some serious fondling, then some groping, and foreplay. We
masturbated each other and explored our bodies thoroughly. (There wasn't
really any intercourse to speak of, though Helena and I tried a little
dry-humping.) I think that out of all the incidents in my life, this is
the one people are probably going to accuse me of making up since it seems
so unlikely and yet so much like many fantasies. Strangely, it hasn't been
a main feature of my own fantasies. After that night, the three of us
hardly spoke because of the tension that the three-way caused, which was
unfortunate. I think we all wanted it to happen again.
After Helen and Helena, I met Monique. Monique was a half-Brazilian
bisexual witch. No joke. Her best female friend was also a bisexual witch,
and they longed for each other but the two never got together until after
I was long gone. Her best male friend was a gay witch, and he longed for
me, but nothing ever came of it. Her closest colleague, a fellow writer,
also wanted to fuck me, but never succeeded. This is a story about one of
the weirdest nights of my life, when I was caught in a nexus of desire.
It was a Friday night, and the Writer's Group had just finished their
weekly meeting. I was hanging out with Monique (the bisexual witch),
Darnell (the gay witch), and Jo (the female writer). All of them wanted me
pretty badly, but of course in my ignorance I had no idea that anybody
wanted to sleep with me. I just liked hanging out with these guys. We
adjourned to an attic of an abandoned house and sat around telling silly
and scary stories. I think Jo and Darnell had gotten a little high before
the meeting and were thus a little looser than they would have been.
Darnell sat right next to me, which I thought nothing of, because at this
point I was decidely not homophobic and didn't think one way or another
about gays. Live and let live was (and is) my philosophy. We all told
stories in the dark attic until about two a.m. Monique suggested that we
have a "slumber party" someplace, but nobody had a room with a big bed. I
knew of a room where we could all sleep -- my neighbor's room was unlocked
and she was out of town. She'd asked me to look after it while she was
gone. She had an enormous futon and I knew we could fit all four of us on
it. So we left the abandoned house and headed for my neighbor's dorm room.
In the room, we got ready for bed. Darnell slept next to me, Jo slept
between Darnell and Monique, and Monique slept on the edge of the bed. I
was on the other edge. I took off my shirt and shoes. Darnell removed his
shirt, revealing a hairy chest. My own chest was (and is) hairless and
smooth, so I didn't (and don't) like hairy chests (on men OR women).
Monique took off her dress and shoes, leaving only her panties and
t-shirt. Jo topped them both by stripping completely naked, uttering some
apology about being used to sleeping alone, and then we all climbed into
bed.
This isn't going to be some kind of bisexual orgy story. Nothing happened.
Each person was trying to seduce me in some way, but it didn't really work
since I was clueless. I mean, Jo had a very nice body -- it was lithe and
flat and strong -but at that point I was used to casual female nudity.
Eventually, I got together with Monique because I spent the night with her
alone. She made the first move (as well as the second and third moves) and
got me in bed
with her. I was amenable, even though I didn't like her filterless Camels
smoker's breath. Monique was ready for anything in bed. We did everything
together. She didn't like to go down on me, but she loved for me to eat
her pussy and lick her ass. She was an enthusiastic ass-licker, and
sometimes we'd get in the 69 position and instead of oral sex we'd just
ream each other for long periods of time. Monique's hair (scalp and pubic)
was dyed with henna, which matched exactly the color of her nipples. For
some reason I found this very exciting. I liked to tease Monique orally --
lick her nipples, suck them, then lick her pussy and ass, then suck her
toes -- I could do it for at least an hour. She loved the attention, of
course. She never asked me to fuck her in the ass, but when I wanted to
she agreed and enjoyed it. She liked the feel of my semen in her ass and
pussy and would often stick her finger into a just-fucked orifice and
bring it to her mouth so she could taste my sperm. We pissed on each other
in the shower a few times, but it didn't seem to excite either of us that
much. We played lots of mind games as well as sex games. In one game, one
person would be the "talker" and other wasn't allowed to speak unless the
"talker" gave permission. Then the talker would fuck the listener and
describe everything, talk aimlessly, give stream-of-consciousness rants
about sex, etc. In another game, we'd try to prolong orgasm as long as
possible, or try to give each other multiple orgasms within a certain time
limit. Monique is one of the few women who was able to make me ejaculate
several times in the space of an hour.
The problem eventually turned out to be that Monique was too amenable, at
least in my distorted opinion. She would agree to anything I suggested, in
bed or otherwise, and that disturbed me. It reminded me too much of Mike,
the mentally ill man I had encountered earlier in my life -- so eager to
please, willing to do anything for me. And so when I went on my second
work-study program, I allowed us to drift apart and break up
long-distance, which was an incredibly shitty thing for me to do.
To change the subject quickly, let me relate something I learned which I
found quite arousing. Monique's friend Tina, the other bisexual witch,
wrote me a letter in which she confessed to sucking and fucking a dog. She
told me that when she was very young, maybe fourteen or fifteen, she
sucked off her family's dog and then allowed it to fuck her several times.
This thrilled me to no end. I masturbated to this image several times, and
wondered why I was so amazed by it when I had done it myself. It was good
to know that somebody else out there had fucked a dog besides me.
My second work-study was in Atlanta, GA where I worked for an
environmental group. The job was boring but my living situation was great.
I was rooming with a couple, Jeff and Cindy, who fucked a lot and were
quite exhibitionistic. In fact, I have pictures of them naked that they
permitted me to take. (Perhaps I'll upload them some day...) They let me
watch as Cindy sucked Jeff off in the tub, and they had no qualms about
fucking very loudly when I was just in the next room. I'm pretty sure that
Cindy wanted me to join them in a threesome, and most of the time Jeff was
uncomfortable with the idea. Once, though, Jeff and Cindy chased me around
the house, trying to get me to let Jeff suck my cock. Jeff was saying,
"No, I'll really do it, I'll really suck his dick," trying to open my
zipper, and Cindy was saying, "No you won't, you're just bluffing," and I
was saying, "That's OK, you don't have to prove anything!" Secretly of
course I wanted Jeff to suck my cock and swallow my sperm. I wanted Cindy
to suck me too. In fact, if they had ever invited me into their bed I
would have accepted without hesitation no matter what they wanted me to do
with them.
Jeff and Cindy, although they swore they'd be together forever, eventually
broke up. Cindy moved to Minneapolis and got heavily into bondage and the
bisexual scene. She wrote me a long, arousing letter about getting tied up
and having a woman lick her pussy while she sucked a man's cock. I was
happy for her, but I haven't heard from Jeff since I left Atlanta.
After Atlanta I moved to Memphis, TN. At my new job, I met a woman I'll
call Jane. Jane was almost ten years older than me and bent on seducing
me. I wasn't going to fight her off, and after some prolonged flirting and
infrequent "serious" discussions, we were fucking like crazy. Jane was
crazed in bed -- the most physically active woman I'd ever slept with. She
would thrust her hips hard
and fast against my hips for as long as my cock was inside her. She only
got tired after we were finished. She would scream and moan and yell and
curse out loud when I ate her delicious pussy with its fluffy pubic hair
and fat, tasty labia. She would hold my face by the ears and hair,
pressing it into her body when I licked her ass or stuck my tongue in her
asshole. She would forcibly shove my face into her breasts, ordering me to
suck and bite her nipples. She would demand that I fuck her. She would
always tell me explicitly where she wanted my sperm: "Cum in my pussy."
"Cum in my mouth." "Cum on my tits." "Cum on my ass." "Cum on my belly."
She always articulated her desire in the most verbally filthy way
possible. "Give me head." "Fuck my cunt." "Suck my tits." "Lick your cum
off my belly." And so on.
Jane had a great body. She had small, cute, sexy breasts with large
nipples, a long, flat belly which curved outward to her abdomen and then
back inward to her beautiful pussy. Her ass and thighs were large and
sweet. She had gorgeous legs. Jane was the first woman I slept with who
was as beautiful as a model. She had a tiny nose, sharp cheekbones,
almond-shaped eyes, perfect hair, and a sharp, sexy grin.
Jane loved to fuck, but since she had been sexually abused as a child by a
man who held her down and raped her, we could not do it in the missionary
position. That was how she remembered her abuser -- him on top of her. She
loved to fuck in the female superior position or doggy style. She told me
once that her uterus was out of place in her body, which made her cunt a
lot tighter than it should have been, and that fucking doggy style
heightened all sensations for her. Fucking Jane always resulted in dozens
of scratches, some bruises and lots of sweat. We always collapsed and
sometimes didn't bother to clean up. We fucked in her bed mostly, but
fooled around in the shower a few times.
It's been a long time since I've had sex with Jane but I fantasize about
it regularly. Sex with her was so intense, so passionate and so enjoyable
on a base, animalistic level that I will never forget it. It will always
be something that I want. Even now as I type this my cock swells from the
memory. I don't think Jane and I ever had bad sex, or sex that was less
than exhausting.
While dating Jane, I cheated on her. This was the first time I had ever
cheated on a woman. I felt very bad about it afterwards, and while I was
fucking the other woman I couldn't stop thinking about Jane and how hurt
she would be if she found out. The other woman was named Sarah, and was
another example of how absolutely sexy fat women can be. Sarah had fat
cheeks, fat breasts, a fat stomach and a fat ass, but take my word for it
-- she was jaw-droppingly attractive, both clothed and naked. We fucked
twice in one night and that was the extent of my affair. Sarah was the
only woman I knew who could have orgasms very easily from penetration
alone. I only had two orgasms, but I think she had at least four. She was
very loud -- a screamer -- and liked to wrap her legs around me when we
fucked. The actual sex acts weren't that unusual, but her reactions were.
I sometimes wish that there could have been a way for me to enjoy sex with
her more, but oh well, that's life.
I'd like to take a minute now and discuss my experiences with fat women.
When I say "fat" I don't mean "100 pounds overweight," not that there's
anything wrong with that (ever seen FatGirl magazine?). I mean maybe ten,
twenty-five or forty pounds over the ridiculous, allegedly "normal"
weight. Women just can't live up to the waifish model-with-anorexia image
that is endorsed by the fashion magazines, TV shows, etc. Most women are
at least a little heavier than Kate Moss, right? Besides, can you imagine
having sex with Kate Moss? She's so bony. It would be like fucking a piece
of wooden furniture. No, give me women (and men!) who maintain healthy,
soft, rounded, muscular bodies.
Pardon my digression. Anyway, after Jane and I broke up, I met Sheryl.
Sheryl was sexually voracious, but she let me initiate everything. She
wasn't into any kind of weird sex and I must admit that it was kind of
disappointing. I loved to eat her pussy though, mostly for the taste and
excitement but partially because of her reactions. Sheryl allowed me to
tie her up and shave her pubic hair. She also enjoyed spanking, oral sex,
and tying me up in turn. Despite all this, it seemed pretty vanilla,
largely because she wasn't very enthusiastic for experimentation
despite her prodigious sexual appetite. She was so cute and sexy. We broke
up after two and a half years of a mostly great relationship that was
accompanied by much self-denial -- you see, her attitudes towards
weirdness in sex were duplicated in her daytime life. She'd put up with
eccentricity but didn't encourage it. In fact, she didn't understand it at
all. But this is probably more than you want to know.

to be concluded in part four

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