Sylvia, Ida and Dulce mix it up in Berkeley 1965

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Sylvia, Ida and Dulce mix it up in Berkeley 1965I was on my back on the white crispy sheets in the huge bed. Ida was starting to get up, but I pulled her naked body back to me. I really love naked against naked, touching bare skin all the way up and down. For a few minutes, both women were eating me. Ida got her face right back in my puss, she was giving my clit a lot of attention, and Dulce had one, then two fingers up me while kissing the whole area around my ass and vagina. I came a bigger, louder come from that. Ida finally pushed herself away from me, kissed Dulce with whatever was in her mouth, got up and went into the kitchen, leaving me at Dulce’s mercy. I had come twice but I still wasn’t THAT excited But I thought to myself:I’ll bet I get that way pretty soon! I put my hands on the back of her head and pulled her into me. I knew right away, at once, as soon as her mouth was on my nipple. I felt a hot rush go from my toes right out my head, with a stop to take a few turns around my darling pussy.Dulce just kept a steady rhythm with her tongue and her fingers. Guys are usually all over the place and their timing is pretty ragged , too, so I often lose my place and kind of have to start all over again to come with them,, and then they are in such a fucking rush to get their dicks in me. None of that with Dulce. I don’t know how she knew all my spots and just where to touch, how hard and how long, but she was a lover. I started out just a little turned on, curious, and ten minutes later, I was a red-faced little sex freak, screaming and shouting and tears down my face. .I got a shower after, and staggered into the big kitchen, my thighs still wobbly.”Honey, I told you she was wonderful.”I didn’t say anything. I just walked over and hugged her.”Let’s see. I just poached the fish in some wine.”…Dulce came out of the bedroom, naked, and began to boil some water for the soba. These were buckwheat noodles and you had to change the boiling water several times. “Dulce, get some fucking clothes on your body before you burn yourself!!”Dulce: “It’s okay, I do this all the time. I like to fuck, then, quick, have something to eat!”Ida looked at me. “You weren’t joking about red hair, Sylvia…Have you had soba noodles before?””No, I never had..””Well, don’t be afraid to try. I know I don’t cook like your mom, but she is more friends with Uncle Ben, the Green Giant, and Chef Boy-R-Di than I am. I have tried to make friends in the neighborhood, so we always eat good at my house..””Mrs. Robinson sent that pie over, too.””Oh my sweet lord Jesus, yes. Sweet potato pie and a bunch of O’s from my sweetie. I am good, hon, your old Aunt Ida is rockin’ out here. After we eat and do the dishes, it’s movie night. it turns out you can rent a little projector from the library. I promise, you will be amazed.”As we ate the delicious meal, ida was talking about sex. “You don’t have to hold your tongue here, Sylvia. I loved our little thing just now. Did it freak you out to get like that with me?”I got up from my chair, walked around the table and kissed Ida on her mouth.”Ida, I’ve had a lot of sex. With my mom, my sister and lots of men and women. I loved being with you, loved it. I will do it again, anytime you wiggle your finger, okay?”I walked around and kissed Dulce, too. “I came like a tornado when you were on my boobs and my puss. I guess you could tell ,huh?”Dulce gave me a big smile with no words. Ida said:”Yeah, Sylvia, the people down the block heard that.”” Do you and Dulce have sex with men, too?””Wait until tomorrow, Sylvia, we have some friends coming by?””Friends with dicks?””Last time I checked…””Do you have, like, orgies and stuff?””Well that’s a pretty fancy word. Dulce and I both like men and women, though Dulce is special.”I broke in:”Okay, I guess I should tell you this. I told you I have a friend in Hollywood who is my lover and I guess you could call him my pimp, too. I’ve been givin’ it away for free for a few years, but he is sure I can make some money…you know, having sex and getting paid for it. I’m going to whore for him. That’s what I want to do. The whole idea of being this little cum slut who will do anything, just anything, appeals to me. I like to get gang fucked, cummed on, peed on…I really like to be the girl who is the center of attention , doin’ all kinds of nasty stuff…””Wait a minute. You like pee?””Yeah, I’ve been into that since I was a little girl and Rachel and I would pee on each other. Now I like to do it as part of sex…””What else?””I like to be a sub, a bottom and have my partner make me do stuff, you know, nasty stuff..””Like?””I had a lover who would make me lick the toilet while she fucked my ass with her strap-on. When I get going, I like to be that way.”Ida smiled at me and sipped her coffee. “Ah fuckin’ kinks are the best. You’re not making this up right?”I was briefly offended.”No, I would never lie about THAT, it’s way too important to me. If it grosses you out I can..”Ah au contraire, my darling. Do you want Dulce and me to piss on you?””It’s a treat for me, just like this pie Mrs. Robinson sent over. I don’t do it all the time, but when I do, it’s usually pretty intimate and special.””Sylvia….””I would crawl under you, Ida, and you or Dulce could piss right in my face, my mouth,.yeah I’ve been doing THAT since I was about ten. I like to get that way. Maybe I’m getting fucked at the same time, or my boy lover is jacking off, coming all over me, while I’m getting my mouth full of piss. “”Do you do poop stuff, too?””Nope, that doesn’t do it for me at all. I want poop to go in the toilet. I have licked lots of asses, even toilets and bathroom floors when I really get into my sub thing, but actual shit? No, I don’t go there. I once sucked this guy”s dick that had just come out of my friend Judy’s ass, but I kind of grossed myself out doing THAT, which was a surprise, because, with all the kinky and sub stuff I’ve done, that was pushing the line. I didn’t even know I HAD a line till that day! I have to say, though, that it was pretty fucking hot, but it was hotter watching Judy do it while I was beating off than having a dick that tasted like ass in my mouth. I can’t say I’d never, ever do it again, but I’d have to be pretty turned on or really in love or getting a lot of money, and not a check, either!””I really want to talk to you about doing two guys at the same time. Did you ever do anything like that?””You need to watch this movie, Sylvia, but listen: Don’t ever put yourself down for being who you are, Sylvia. If I find you doin’ that, I’m gonna chase you down and smack you so fuckin’ hard. I got a lot of who I am from my mom. She was kind of crazy, but she never backed down from who she was to please anybody. She had all kinds of sex, men and women lovers, fucked whoever she wanted to until she was an old old woman. She kicked guys out if they couldn’t figure out how to treat her right or love her right, and women, too. She was really a force, Sylvia. I was like you, in a way, except I didn’t have a dad around. I was into sex at an early age. She raised me, she knew I would be, and I was. I don’t know how old you were when you started giving boys hand jobs and sucking dick, but I was about ten or eleven. My mom knew. I tried to keep some things from her, but she was so sharp. I know that I was the only ten year old girl in my school who knew the word c-l-i-t-o-r-i-s. This was around 1940, when girls were raised to know nothing about their own bodies. She made sure I knew as much as I could about my body, and how to not get pregnant, and what to do if I did. She spent all those years running around with Margaret Sanger and people like her.I’m kind of worried about you whoring yourself. Really, to be honest, I don’t think you should do it. But I’m not you. when I was your age I wanted to fuck everything in sight, too. It was so powerful. I know you are going to do what you want, anyway.When I was in my early twenties, I decided I needed to have a home of my own, and to do that, I needed to make some money fast. I worked on a fish boat in Alaska, I peddled my ass, I transported a few shipments of heroin across the country, I posed for dirty pictures. Yeah, I did that. I loved the idea that some boy going off to fight in Korea had a few sexy black and whites of me to jack off to. I was careful. Like you and your mom, I was always organized, up here…” tapping her temple. “When I got enough cash, I walked into a real estate office here and paid cash money for this house. So ,Sylvia, I am not one to lecture you on morality, okay. I’ll do any kind of sex thing you want. I can’t speak directly for Dulce, but I know she really likes you.”Dulce: “Thai girls like sex, Sylvia. I didn’t have Jesus or the devil or any of that stuff growing. My mother told me sex was good, and my aunt and uncle were very kind and they taught me a lot about how to make love when I was growing up. In this country they would probably be arrested, but in Thailand, nobody got too excited about a trusted relative teaching you about love and sex. I think I had sex with a boy when I was twelve or thirteen, but I was ready, not afraid or scared. I like to have sex with men and women all in the same bed. You don’t do your stuff with pee in the bed?”Sylvia was delighted to find people who didn’t judge her and seemed to be a horny as she was.Sylvia laughed. “No, we go the bathroom or tub or shower for that! I don’t do that stuff all the time. I’m not that crazy, well, almost, but not quite. But, Dulce, seriously , you could pee on me, you could, I would drink your pee right out of you. I would love that. I even love thinking about doing that..””Ida, It’s like this for me. I like to fuck boys and I like to fuck men. My current lover is a big fat hairy guy about your age. He’s a sweet guy and a nice lover, too. I was getting it from him almost every night for a few months, and I really began to like the feeling of fucking the same guy with the same dick over and over. My body really began to get used to him. You might not think that the two of us would go together, , but now his body fits into mine just right. My little puss perks up whenever he comes through the door, ’cause she knows she’s going to get a nice ride. “”I like when I tell him to do something, and right away, he does it! And I can feel it!”Al, fuck my ass, c’mon baby, do it.”” Ten seconds later, there is this big dick trying to get in my little ass. I love that. Different guys are okay, I mean, come on, I’m whoring for him, but for men, I really like his big fat body. I’ll suck his hairy old nipples or his hairy nuts anytime, any time he raises his eyebrow, I’m gonna be over there, trying to make him happy.””Doesn’t he have a wife?””Yeah, Rosalie. Rose and I are lovers too. Sometimes the three of us have our own fuck a go go thing. It’s hard to explain. It’s complicated, but it’s not, because nobody is lying to anybody else…”Ida:”Oh my god, her pie is so good. I’m not greedy about things I like.. I like this pie. I like some good loving, some good reefer, and LSD in those glass ampules that say “SANDOZ” on the side. I like some cutie to eat my pussy, roll me over and jump the shit out of my bones. Champagne is pretty good, too!. I’ve got some other stuff that has to do with my painting , Syl. How do we use this wet bag of stuff in our heads, which is just, I can buy brains at Darlene’s and cook them up for breakfast, and yet from our brains we seem to create this thing I call awareness or consciousness. How in the hell does that work? From the most material stuff, we can create on the very most profound level. How can some thing as abstract as thought or consciousness arise from something as material as matter? That’s what I’m workin’ on now. Give me a day or two, and I’ll show you what I’m doin’ “.”When my mom left her old house, she left some stuff with a friend of hers, Claire Wasson. Ruth wasn’t so organized by then and everything was kind of a mess, but Claire made a point of grabbing these:She put three large gray metal film canisters on the tablecloth..”This is all the stuff my mom left me. Some old movies. They were on that really brittle, inflammable old nitrate film. I have canlı bahis a friend in the film department here at UC Berkeley. We traded some work and he spent hours restoring these on new film. I was amazed when I saw them.””Your grandmother had all kinds of parts to her life that we didn’t know about, and she was fond of adding little bits to her stories over the years, but I know a little about this. I’m going to just run this one, (lifting the reel).It was a silent movie. Ida said: “This was made about 1919 or twenty.”The movie opened with a short, busty girl dancing in a cowboy saloon. As soon as the ingenue wlked across the stage, I knew who she was. “Oh my god, it’s Ruth! It’s Ruth Howard! she’s a girl!””I’ll say she was.” said Ida “Keep watching. This gets amazing…”My grandmother played a bar girl named Clara, according to the title cards. First she was on stage singing in that kind of corset outfit they wore, and the title cards were flipping fast to keep up with the words that were silently coming out of her mouth. Some dumb song about being a happy cowgirl. I sure wished I could hear the tune. Then there is an abrupt change of scene. She is upstairs in the hotel and she is with a guy in an old fashioned cowboy suit. Ruth looked right at the camera. She used to tell me that I looked like the girl that modeled for Manet when he painted “Olympia” in 1865. Like “Olympia”, she kept a steady gaze into the lens, then a wry smile crossed her face. I remember her doing that. It melted my heart to see her as a young woman.The title card said:””Let’s see what kind of six-shooter this cowpoke is packing!’ “My grandmother reached over and felt his boner through his jeans. I knew what I was seeing, but I still couldn’t keep quiet. “Ruth Howard made a porno? OH my god! This is too much, Ida…'”””Do you want me to turn it off?””No, no no no please don’t, I just never…I never..””Well, the story I got was she and the other women in it did to raise money for Margaret Sanger’s birth control and women’s health programs. Ruth might have told you that she was a “free love advocate.” I wasn’t sure quite what she meant by that, but if you watch this movie to the end, you’ll see. That woman did not back off from anything, and here she is, about twenty years old, putting it out there on the screen. In those days, she could gave gone to jail for this for a long time…Let’s watch…”Ruth gets the cowboy’s dick out. She is jacking him off and then blowing him, too. It did not look like the first time she had done any of these things. The guy was a terrible actor. He made all these stupid faces while he was being done. Ruth, on the other hand, was a sexy young thing. The camera moved in on her face and mouth all over his cock, and I felt a buzz in my pants from seeing that close -up. It made me want to join her on that cock.Ida said”It makes me want to get my mouth on the other side of that cowboy..””Oh shit, I just had the same thought!””Me too.” said Dulce. We were laughing so hard we had to turn off the projector for a few moments. Dulce kissed me and put her hand on my knee and thigh.Ida said:”I’ll bet she gets it in the ass. She was always talking about that, about how healthy it is was for women to get ass fucked, how certain glands got stimulated, and how you do do it every night and never get pregnant. That was huge. Most normal women wanted sex, but there was no safe way to fuck and not get knocked up. She told me Margaret Sanger told her: “My mother had nine c***dren and died having the tenth. Before she was forty!”Meanwhile in the silent film, Clara (Ruth Howard) had climbed on cowboy Bob’s cock and she was riding him for all that he was worth, staring that stare of hers, right into the lens. I began to masturbate to the picture of my own grandmother having sex in 1920. and looking right through me here with her daughter in 1965. Ida looked at me and where my hand was:. “Do you mind if I do a little of that, too? I don’t know what could be more strange than masturbating to pictures of my own mother in front of my niece, but I haven’t gotten anywhere in this world by squeezing my legs shut. wishing I was doing something, and not.”More people, men and women, were coming into the scene, and getting their clothes off, or better, half-off.. I guess the director thought he would get the whole orgy on film.It was kind of choppy and flickeriy, and whatever plot they were using quickly fell apart, but Ruth Howard, totally naked now, beautiful “D” cup boobs, an unshaven pussy, and a tiny, well-shaped ass,was right in the middle of it.. She climbed off poor cowboy Bob and right onto another man’s cock, while Cowboy Bob stood there and waited for the off-screen cue from the director.Dulce had my panties off and her face in my pussy. I really wanted to see what my grandmother was going to do next, but Dulce began to get ALL my attention. I motioned to Ida to stop the movie for a few minutes so we could attend to business here in the living room. I lay on my back, and spread my legs. Dulce put her mouth on EXACTLY the right place down there, and Ida got her panties off and straddled my face. I could do her now, Dulce already was doing me, and as we got into it, Ida leaned her body forward until both women were pleasuring the same spots on my puss at the same time, without bumping heads, either. I though that maybe they had done this before. I liked what they were doing, but I really wanted to get back to the film to see what Ruth was doing. As Ida said later;”You can take the girl out of Hollywood, but you can’t take the fucking Hollywood out of the girl!”Having both women pleasure me was great. I even came a few times. But all this was keeping me from seeing the movie!We were wrapped naked around each other, sweating and puffing. This was the second set of “O’s” I’d gotten from Dulce today, and I had the feeling that she was just getting warmed up. Dulce had gotten off, too. Only Ida had missed out, but she was okay with that for the moment. Ida found her pot . We smoked a little as we caught our collective breath.I kissed Dulce.”Oh, honey, you are so sweet. You did me just right. How did you know that was my spot?”Dulce just smiled and kissed me back.”I like to kiss your pussy, Sylvia. You are so tiny and sweet. I want to kiss you there while a dick goes in and out!””Yeah, well if that situation comes up, you are going to be the first woman I talk to about it”. She was laughing:”How come you don’t get my bottom, Sylvia. I really like that. I just come from shower, so I’m not all stinky..””Well, it’s kind of personal. I love asses and assholes if they’re clean, Dulce. Don’t worry. If you give me another chance, I’ll get all your special spots.””Do you guys want to see more of grandmother Ruth?”She turned to projector back on. This is what I had been waiting for, though I was still surprised. Ruth was naked, on her hands and knees. There were couples fucking on both sides of her. She had a cowboy in her mouth, and one in her pussy and another in her ass. She didn’t seem to be having much difficult handling THREE guys at the same time.Ida:”Wow, look at that. wasn’t making up stuff when she talked about sex. Here she is, doin’ it.”I was enthralled. This was what I had come up to Berkeley to talk to Ida about; doing complicated stunts like this in my role as “Brenda, the Eighth grade Nympho” or however I presented myself..”That’s what I want to do, Ida, what Ruth is doing…”Ruth got all three partners to pop, right on time, on camera, and then she moved onto something else.”I want to get fucked like that, Ida, but I don’t know what I’m doing…”Ida looked hard at me.”Yeah , if you are going to try that, you’d better know what’s up, and your partners, too. I’ve dome that, but never when I was getting paid for sex, and never in a crazy way either. It’s really easy to get hurt with two guys and their big dicks in you that way. When I get fucked that way, I always have partners who I know pretty well, who aren’t afraid of their cock touching another man’s cock, and who know how to be strong and gentle at the same time. My friends are coming over tomorrow. They know what to do, because I taught them myself. When guys know how to do it, getting fucked, ass and pussy at the same time, two dicks moving in me, not to mention my mouth..it can get pretty amazing, Sylvia. I’ve done that and Dulce has too. It’s a treat. I don’t do it all the time. I assume you are going to be here tomorrow night?””I have to take the “Chicken coop de ville” to San Francisco tomorrow. We will do our errand, pick these guys up and come back here. Does that sound good?””Ida, can I ask a personal question?””Sure, baby, fire away.””Are these guys super big?”Ida laughed.”No, no no. Nope, Sylvia, I’m tiny in the puss like you. Super cocked guys are nice to see, but I don’t let guys like that in any more..well, not most of the time, anyway. certainly not to get double fucked like Ruth was doing. Woody and Roger have average size dicks. They sure know what to do with ’em, though.”I really like boners when they are big and hard, but not too hard. I like it when the boy has some bend and wobble in his cock when playing around with him, or even when I’m sucking his cock. I like when I can push into the skin of his dick with my tongue a little. When he gets around to getting it in my ass or my pussy them I like better if he is bone hard.” Ida “What if his dick is in me and you are down there all involved with cock and my puss?””It sounds pretty fucking sexy, Ida…””All that red hair on you makes my old pussy get all wet, Sylvia, just so you know.””Let’s watch the rest of the movie and then I’m going to bed.” “Can I come with you?” “Now that we’ve gone this far, I broke the promise I made to your mom..you better get your ass in my bed, that’s all I’ve got to say!”Next day, late afternoon. The three of us were in San Francisco, Chinatown. “You know all those nice wooden crates I use for everything? The super solid ones?” Well, this is where they come from . These Chinese grocery guys get melons and other heavy stuff in them, and then they just toss them out by the curb. Best deal in town. Here’s the deal. I’m going to cruise down the hill real slow in “Chicken coop de Vile’ and you and Dulce run along the side of the car. If you see a good looking solid box, not broken or flimsy, throw it in the car. I’m looking for some solid boxes for some of my power tools…”I loved being with Ida. She was always doing stuff like this. We went down two hills that ended at Grant Avenue. Dulce and I were puffing and laughing. We collected eight or ten nice crates for Ida’s shop.'”Sylvia, I always thought you would turn out to be this tight-assed, stuck up little thing, but, honey, I was so wrong.”In the middle of late afternoon Chinatown traffic traffic and right in front of the 30 Stockton bus, she gave me a wet sloppy kiss, right on my lips. There might have been some tongue in there too, but it was so quick and then she was on to something else. ‘Let’s go over to Fell street and see if these boys are home. I’m a horny little beatnik girl just about now…’We were going up hills and turning corners.”Do these guys like each other?””What do you mean? Yeah, they’re friends, why?””Are they uptight about touching dicks?””You mean, each other’s dicks?” Yeah.””Well, their dicks were rubbing together when they both were fucking Dulce and me and nobody seemed to mind.””Do you think they blow and fuck each other?””Well, an awful lot of guys in San Francisco do, Sylvia.””My friend Judy and I had some bi friends, and they fucked us and each other. They taught me a trick that I like. First we get both of them all excited till they are about to pop..”””How did you do that/””Oh we blew them or fucked them or something, I don’t remember, but I got some baby oil and put it all over their dicks. I squeezed their dicks against each other, then I jacked them both off with one hand.”…”Where was your other hand?””Maybe in my puss? I can’t remember. Anyhow Judy and I jacked them off like that till they popped, Both of them made little jizz geysers. They really came hard. First one guy popped and his stuff was everywhere. Then I still had the dicks together bahis siteleri but now we were covered in jizz and baby oil. I liked that. I thought it was really hot, I don’t know why.Then the second guy got his nut. and more sperm was flying around. Judy and I went down on their cocks and made a big production number out of getting every drop, though we fed some to the boys, too, just to keep things nice and pervy.”I laughed.” It was really fun, but it would only work if these guys are not too…you know…””You want to do that?'”Yeah, i like to do stuff like that. It’s kind of pervy, I guess, but almost everything I like to do is kind of pervy, really..””Well, these guys aren’t gay, but they like to fool around. It sounds hot, Sylvia. It sounds fucking hot. Dulce, what do you think. ?””I never done that, but I would, Ida, as long as the guys were having a good time Just for me, I like to see guys cum a lot and I like to be a little whore and eat it up, too””Okay, now we’re here. I’ve gotta find a place to park around here…””Dulce! I’m never going to find a place to park here. I’m going to get out and go inside and get them. Circle the block, okay? Don’t miss the turn and get on the fucking Bay Bridge like you did last time.”Dulce didn’t know much about driving, and especially the three speed transmission with a big stick on the floor that Ida’s car had, but she was a gamer. Still, she almost got us on the freeway to the bridge, again, but I yelled at her “No no turn left! TURN LEFT!” and we tried to go around the block, but, of course, that part of San Francisco has a lot of one ways and steep hills. Dulce was worried about being stuck at a red light on a hill and not being able to keep Chicken Coop de Ville from rolling backward down the hill. She solved that problem by ignoring every stop sign and traffic signal, running every light until we were back on Fell again, one way, headed downhill. She wasn’t too upset. Traffic and not knowing how to drive did not faze her.”In Bangkok, it’s like this all the time, but not so many of the fucking hills. Don’t worry…”I wasn’t worried, because I knew she was going to kill both of us. Ida and two guys were waiting by the curb. Dulce braked suddenly, and we were nearly rear ended by a big bread truck.Ida:”Set the brake, hon, set the hand brake. You did a great job. Slide over….”The little wagon only had two doors. It was already full of wooden crates from Chinatown and me, but somehow these two guys got in there, too. One guy introduced himself as “Woody” He was bald, about thirty,short, with a stocky build, His pal Roger, was taller and thin. He had a polio crutch, at least that’s what I call it, and needed some help getting in. It looked as if he and Woody had done this a lot, and though it might seem clumsy, it wasn’t at all. I always watch how men use their bodies. That is a cue for me about how sex with them might be, and I liked the way both of them moved, especially Roger with his crutch and bad leg.We got across the Bay Bridge and before long we were in Berkeley. When we were in traffic coming off the freeway, Ida told me that her car didn’t come with brake lights or turn signals. She just managed that with hand signals out the window. I didn’t know what to think, I had been used to riding around Mailbu in Al’s big Olds 96 or 8 or whatever the fucking number was, with automatic everything. Al even had FM radio in his car. Ida’s car had one wiper, no heater or radio.Ida stopped at the Co-op on University Avenue, and we all piled out of her wagon like clowns getting out of their car under the big top.Roger talked to me about music while we were walking around. It had been a while since I had been with any man except big Al, and I felt kind of giddy about it. Roger was the kind of man I like to talk to and touch while we talk, just little touches here and there. When I get like that with a guy the first time we meet, I might as well just slip my panties off and give them to him, ’cause if he likes girls, I know those things are comin’ off anyway. Some men can read that signal right away. I wasn’t sure if he could, but I didn’t care. He didn’t try to grab my ass or touch my boobs in the supermarket aisle, and he didn’t say anything stupid either. He talked to me about going to the San Francisco Opera’s production of “Rigoletto” and how much he loved it. If you’ve gotten to know me at all in this story, that is like handing me a box of chocolate covered aphrodisiacs! I knew it would come up, so I didn’t wait..”What happened to your leg?””Oh, polio was really bad when I was a k** in Kentucky. We were out in the sticks and there weren’t too many doctors or hospitals or public health people around and nobody knew what to do about polio anyway, except close all the swimming pools in the summer time. I was lucky, really. It messed up my leg, but other than that I’m okay, but it killed k**s I knew , Sylvia. It was really bad.””My dad wanted me to play football .(laughing)Well, with my bum leg, that wasn’t gonna happen, but he was still kind of pissed at me ’cause, you know, You have to wear those football pants that stop at the knees, and there I would be with one good leg and one weird one.’We were both laughing then. “So I taught myself to dance. It’s kind of like riding a bicycle, Sylvia. If you stop moving on a bike, you fall over. but once you get going, you can ride across the country on two wheels. Well, I can really dance on one wheel. I only need this crutch when I’m walking down the street or here in the supermarket.”I had never met anyone like him.”Yeah, I taught myself how to juggle, too, so I bounce around to the music, sometimes I pick things up and juggle them.”As we passed by the citrus, Roger picked up four lemons.”Here hold this”, handing me the crutch. He did a turn with incredible grace on one leg, and when he turned again. he was bouncing on his foot and juggling a cascade of four lemons. I didn’t know what this guy could do with sex, but I was completely taken, right then, right there. I didn’t want to ask him if his dick and balls worked, looking at the way he moved, I was quite sure I would have a nice surprise in a little while.”Roger, what do you do?””Well I have a job with PG&E, an office job, and that pays the bills, but what my partner and I really do is k**’s birthday parties. For some reason, k**s love this guy who bounces around on one leg like a pogo stick, Juggles, makes faces and tells jokes and does some songs. Woody and I steal some Abbot and Costello and Laurel and Hardy gags, which of course, they stole from somewhere…it probably goes back to Sophocles..Oh, yeah, I fall down a lot, too, but I’m really good at that. I can fall on my ass and juggle four balls and not lose one.”I had but one thought:”Can I ask you? Are you homosexual?””Well, that’s a good one. I think some people have a little of both in their personalities. I do. Woody does. We don’t have sex very often with each other, but we do sometimes. I don’t have sex with any other men, I’m more attracted to women, but Woody and I share a bed.””And…?””We see each other’s bodies all the time, you know, our boners, our beating off, and that’s just peachy with me.””Are you going to spend the night at Ida’s?” “Well, I hope so. It would be a shame for her to have to drive us all the way across the bridge to go home….Do you want me to stay?”I looked him in the eye.”Yeah, Roger, I would love that.”Roger made a clown face of being surprised and fell to he floor. In less that five seconds, he was on his leg again. People shopping at the University Avenue Co-op that day didn’t know what to do, but when they saw Roger’s’s beaming stage smile, they decided that help did not need to be summoned.”I’m like fucking Davy Crockett” he laughed, “I just grin ’em down!”At that moment, thre was nobody I wanted be filling my ass and puss up with that sticky stuff more than this crazy guy! “Don’t you have to use a brace or something?””Well, yeah, for a long time I wore the damn thing. I never liked it, even though it gave me a lot more stability. Then I decided that perhaps “stabilize” was not the most important thing in my world. I still wear it to work and if I’m doing a lot of walking on asphalt or concrete, but I’m working on getting away from it, and just keeping my balance with my stick”, he said, holding up the crutch. “Sometimes if I’m tired I have to use two sticks, but the longer I stay with the yoga, the better my balance seems to be. I can walk on my hands all over my house if I get tired of using my leg. I fall down a lot, too, and I just accept that, though I didn’t used to. To me now, it’s like learning another language, you just have to stumble around before you get to be good at it, but when you are,voila!..there you are! Let’s see what our friends are up to?” Roger crow-hopped gracefully over to the check out counter, where Woody, Ida and Dulce were waiting with a cartload of groceries.With the groceries, Ida’s car was overflowing, so Roger and I decided to take advantage of the beautiful evening and walk to Ida’s house, about fifteen blocks. Nobody asked Roger if he was sure he could do it or anything like that. He just wasn’t that kind of guy. I wanted to walk with him, be with him, hold his hand, bump hips and butts with him, kiss and put my tongue down his throat, have his hand graze my ass walking down he street. We couldn’t do all that stuff, but we most definitely got to the ass grazing and kissing part. I brushed the front of his jeans with the back of my hand, trying (but of course it wasn’t) trying to make it not seem totally intentional. I felt a nice firm not quite full on boner in there, and that told me what I needed to know. He fell twice while we were walking, but he was up on his one good leg so fast, I barely registered it happening.We stopped to kiss again on San Pablo, in front of the barbecue place near the corner.”Roger, I’m not a virgin. I have a really big appetite, I like men and women. I’ll tell you right now, I’ve been having sme sex, really nice, with Ida and with Dulce, too. Ida has a really big bed…””Yeah, I know…””You and Ida…?”Well sometimes…””And Dulce?'”She is so lovely, don’t you think?””She is a wonderful lover, Roger.””That she is, Sylvia, that she is. I’m not in love with her, or Ida ,for that matter, but she is the kind of woman who can be so loving that after I’m away from her it clings to me, like some kind of exotic fragrance. I don’t love her in a getting married kind of way, but she doesn’t want to hear that stuff. She knows I like her. Dulce says that and good fucking is enough for her.””I want you to fuck me, Roger, i’m not being coy…”He kissed me again. Maybe yoga makes you a better kisser? Who knows? It was one of those kisses that a lot of guys wish they did or maybe brag about, but don’t really do right. Roger’s kiss made me want to get my pants off right out there on the fucking sidewalk. It was twilight. The shadows there were dark enough so I thought nobody would see if I reached down and gave him a nice girly grope . I wondered if I could get his pants down and suck him off as soon as we walked through the door at Ida’s house.”Roger, what do you do?”” I have a job with PG&E, an office job, and that pays the bills, but what my partner and I really do is k**’s birthday parties. For some reason, k**s love this guy who bounces around on one leg like a pogo stick, juggles, makes faces, tells jokes and does some songs. Woody and I steal some Abbot and Costello and Laurel and Hardy gags, which of course, they stole from somewhere…it probably goes back to Sophocles..Oh, yeah, I fall down a lot. I’m really good at that. I can fall on my ass and juggle four balls and not lose one.”I had one thought: “Cool”.Sylvia:”Can I ask you? Are you homosexual?””Well, that’s a good one. I think some people have a little of both in their personalities. I do. Woody does. We don’t have sex very often with each other, but we do sometimes. I don’t have sex with any other men, I’m more attracted to women, but Woody and I share a bed.””And..?.””We see each other’s bodies all the time, you know, our boners, our beating off, and that’s great with me.””Are you going to spend the bahis şirketleri night at Ida’s?””Well, I hope so. It would be a shame for her to have to drive us all the way across the bridge to go home….Do you want me to stay?”I looked in him in the eye.”Yeah, Roger, I would love that.”Roger made a clown face of being surprised and fell to the floor. In less than five seconds, he was on his leg again. People shopping at the University Avenue Co-op that day didn’t know what to do, but when they saw Roger’s beaming stage smile, they decided that help did not need to be summoned.”I’m like fucking Davy Crockett” he laughed, “I just grin ’em down!”At that moment, there was nobody I wanted be filling my ass , mouth, and puss with sticky stuff more than this crazy guy!”Don’t you have to use a brace or something?””Well, yeah, for a long time I wore the damn thing. I never liked it, even though it gave me a lot more stability. Then I decided that perhaps “stability” was not the most important thing in my world. I still wear it to work and if I’m doing a lot of walking on asphalt or concrete, but I’m working on getting away from it, and just keeping my balance with my stick”, he said, holding up the crutch. “Sometimes if I’m tired I have to use two sticks, but the longer I stay with the yoga, the better my balance seems to be. I can walk on my hands all over my house if I get tired of using my leg. I fall down a lot, too, and I just accept that, though I didn’t used to. To me now, it’s like learning another language, you just have to stumble around before you get to be good at it, but when you are,voila!..there you are! Let’s see what our friends are up to?” Roger crow-hopped gracefully over to the check out counter, where Woody, Ida and Dulce were waiting with a cartload of groceries.With the groceries, Ida’s car was overflowing, so Roger and I decided to take advantage of the beautiful evening and walk to Ida’s house, about fifteen blocks. Nobody asked Roger if he was sure he could do it or anything like that. He just wasn’t that kind of guy. I wanted to walk with him, be with him, hold his hand, bump hips and butts with him, kiss and put my tongue down his throat, have his hand graze my ass walking down he street. We couldn’t do all that stuff, but we most definetly got to the ass grazing and kissing part. I brushed the front of his jeans with the back of my hand, trying (but of course it wasn’t) trying to make it not seem totally intentional. I felt a nice firm not quite full on boner in there, and that told me what I needed to know. He fell twice while we were walking, but he was up on his one good leg so fast, I barely registered it happening.We stopped to kiss again on San Pablo, in front of the barbecue place near the corner.”Roger, I’m not a virgin. I have a really big appetite, I like men and women. I’ll tell you right now, I’ve been having some sex, really nice, with Ida and with Dulce, too. Ida has a really big bed…””Yeah, I know…””You and Ida…?”Well sometimes…””And Dulce?'”She is so lovely, don’t you think?””She is a wonderful lover, Roger. “”That she is, Sylvia, that she is. I’m not in love with her, or Ida. She is the kind of woman who can be so loving that after I am away from her, her essence clings to me, like some kind of exotic fragrance. I love her, but she doesn’t need to hear that stuff all the time. Dulce says good fucking is enough for her.””I want you to fuck me, Roger, i’m not being coy…”He kissed me again. Maybe yoga makes you a better kisser? Who knows? It was one of those kisses that a lot of guys wish they did or maybe brag about, but don’t really do right. Roger’s kiss made me want to get my pants off right out there on the fucking sidewalk. It was twilight. The shadows there were dark enough so I thought nobody would see. I reached down and gave him a nice girly grope . I knew I couldn’t get his pants down and suck him off as soon as we walked through the door.. at Ida’s house…..or could I?”As soon as we got inside, Roger said; “How about I fuck you right here, on the hallway floor, in front of everybody? Would you like that?”I hadn’t had any penis and vagina sex in about two and one half weeks, a long dry stretch for me in those days. I was imagining the sex with Roger in a nice big bed, and maybe that was still going to happen, but this? On the floor, with everyone standing around watching? I was hesitant for at least three seconds, and then I let my fantasies attach themselves to Roger’s suggestion. Maybe all of them would humiliate me the way I liked. I was getting kind of giddy about what was swirling around in my imagination. All I had done was kiss Roger and grope him a little, and now I was ready for all three or four of them to do me on coast to coast tv, fucking me, peeing on me, and whatever else they could think up. I was so volatile in those days; one sweet kiss like I got from Roger and I was ready to do the dirty hootchie-koo all night long.Without another word, I lay down on the runner that covered the hardwood floor and pulled Roger down on me. I wanted to be fucked, that I was sure of, and I thought that if I did it out here, in front of everybody, it would really get the party off the ground, but what I really wanted was to have Roger kiss me again like he had a few minutes ago.I was s*******n, Ida was forty-two. We did not quite agree on the wonder of spontaneity. She was not pleased by what she saw on her hallway, on the Persian runner that she, herself, had rescued from the tide flats and had personally restored. “SYLVIA! ROGER! What the fucking hell? No no, no, no, not here, not yet, we’re making a great dinner.We’ll get we’ll get there, okay? JESUS!”Rover bounced back up like he was SLINKYMAN or something. He gave all his cheerful attention now to Ida. I got up all pouty. Ida had just messsed up my fun and my performance, and now I wasn’t going to be quite the star of the show that I wanted. We had a great meal with some stuff called “tofu” that i never ate before and ‘spaghetti squash” (whatever that was) and greeens,butter and soy sauce plus some wine and hash and the rest of Mrs. Robinson’s sweet potato pie.It was a strange meal to me, but everyone else was laughing, telling stories, talking over each other. That was a little like home, anyway, and by time Ida got her other ball of hash and the projector out, I ready to go on with things. I still wanted a lot of attention, though, but I was pretty sure I was going to get it.The second movie also had Ruth Howard in it, but this one had FRENCH subtitle cards. It was obviously made by artists., There was Ruth in all kinds of nude poses, some weird lighting and sometimes a giant pair of scissors floating by in the sky, and sometimes a disembodied woman’s lipstick smile floating there too..Ruth was some kind of sex teacher who traveled around the French countryside, meeting young girls and teaching them about sex from a women’s perspective; how to please thenselves, how to please each other.I really loved seeing our grandmother eating the pussies of all these French girls. Ruth was small, busty, and very sexual, and I couldn’t quite tell which of the peasant girl were faking their orgasms and who was really getting off. My grandmother was about twenty-two then. After a while I stopped seeing her as my grandmother anymore. She was just a hot and adventurous woman. Seeing her doing all these women began to get me hot, too. I looked around. Dulce had her hand down in the panties, like me, and the guys had big boner bulges but were still in their pants. Ida was walking around, talking about French surrealist film makers and Ruth.For reasons I don’t understand, I had this picture of unzipping Roger, and just having him get busy and fuck me in my mouth. Not a blow job exactly, but something like a BJ, but more filthy and nasty. A BJ mouth fuck that everyone saw and everyone remembered.That is after I got that kiss that I wanted. I wanted him. I wan’t sure what I would do if Ida or Dulce got to him before I did…We were at the kissing and touching part of the party. Woody was with Ida. Dulce, Roger and I made another sexy pile. We weren’t in the bedroom yet, just on the sofas that were in the huge dining room. Ruth Howard’s film was over. After she had seduced I don’t know how many French girls, some men came on screen near the end of the movie. She showed her students how to fuck guys and blow them in ways that were amazing. The title cards kept describing her teaching points. At the end, Ruth was on her hands and knees, doing three men at the same time, one in her mouth, one in her puss and, of course, one guy in her ass.There were three other guys just watching, masturbating.The guys finally came all over her. My favorite part was when the camera swept along the peasant girls, who were excited, clapping and cheering. Ruth stood up, her naked little self, semen shining on her body in the harsh camera lights, making a demure and utterly charming bow and curtsey as the film ended.Ida wasted no time.”Sylvia, tell everybody what you want…”” Well, that part in the movie, where she does three guys at once ? I’ve always wanted to try that…””Have you ever…?”” I’ve done two guys and two women, but not like she did with a guy in her puss and ass at the same time. Both of them were really pumpin’, did you see? They were doing her pretty hard, but she seemed to be fine with it. I’ve sucked dick and had my ass fucked or my pussy fucked, and that was fun, but I never did it all at the same time, with all these cocks going in and out of me like that.””I feel so sexy now, and I want to do everyone, but I really want to learn how to do that thing. What do you call it? Is there a special word for it?’Ida: ” I call it double penetration, two cocks penetrating me, yes?””Can you do it?””Honey, your Aunt Ida has been having sex since she was eleven, okay? You already know that I like men or women or both. Somewhere in there, I got myself laid that way. It’s not something that you want to do with lovers, the first time, but our thing here is a little different, because Dulce and I have been fucking these boys for a few years, yes? They aren’t afraid of each other’s dicks touching, rubbing up on each other, or each other’s cum, and that makes everything more relaxed.”Woody had Roger in his mouth. One of my special pervy delights was to see men blowing each other, or just getting to that place. Both men had nice sized dicks, not too big, and Roger had a super hard one, a treat my ass and pussy were anticipating when we got that far into the evening..I still had my clothes on, but Dulce and ida were quickly getting out of theirs. I really wanted Roger in my mouth, so I moved around so I could share that nice dick with Woody. He was hard like Chinese astrophysics, as Judy used to say. His hard, not so big dick fit right into my mouth, as if I had thought him up.. The sex chemistry was starting to boil and bubble inside me. I was getting so wet anyone who looked hard at me could see it, and that was just fine with me. Everyone in the room began to look so sexy and alluring to me. I love when that happens, I just love it.l like to think of myself as a sexy girl, but semen itself is not a big thing for me. But tonight what I wanted, before anything else happened, was to suck on Roger’s cock until he put his sperm on my face, and all over me , so everybody could see it, or better than that, to pump it right down my throat so I was choking and gagging on it. I did everything that I knew for his dick and his balls, then I scootched around him so I could pleasure his ass while I jacked him off with my other hand. I had done my first boyfriend that way when I was thirteen, and it always got quick results.Roger must hav been pretty ready, because he started to puff and wheeze when I jacked his cock. I got around to his front . I closed my mouth around on his dick, pulled my cheeks in a few times and he popped right in my mouth, three or four big squirts that burned the inside of my cheeks and throat. I’m glad he had the watery kind of stuff, because sometimes I start choking when I get a mouthful of salty hot yogurt that I’m not quite expecting. He pulled himself out and put some on my chin, my nose and in my hair. He tasted good and, with his sperm glistening on my face for everyone to see, I was starting to get into the slutty state of mind that liked. I was ready for more, whatever that might be.

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