Meeting Malcolm (02)

The doormen treated sex like a sport and they used to compete with each other as well.  I loved that, I found it so arousing.  I remember one guy, Malcolm carrying me around the club, fucking me all the way.  He was built like a weight lifter.  I have never been into muscular men but he is a dish.  Chiselled good looks and just gazing at his torso was enough to make me wet. 

He held his hands under my bottom and lifted me and then lowered me onto his rigid, rubber-clad cock.  He then started walking, just bouncing me up and down as we went.  It sent waves of pleasure through me.  I had have my arms around his neck and I remember looking up at the DJ Rick who just smiled as we walked by.  Eventually he laid me on the bar and just started eating me, damn I was so hot.  He thumbed my clitoris and I was so inexperienced as I started to cum hard I tried to squeeze my legs together but he was so strong he prised them apart and suckled my labia.  God knows what I must have looked like laid there on the bar arching my back as I climaxed. 

I guess we are all different.  With me it starts as a tingling around my waist and on the crests on my hips.  Then I start to get a really ticklish tingle between my hip crests and my pubis, it is a lovely feeling and it makes me squirm.  I often get a warm feeling from the back on my knees to my groin and a warm flush across my chest and my nipples become very sensitive.  Then the tickle/tingle happens deep in my vagina, I don't know, maybe as deep as my cervix, even after all these years I can't be sure because by this point I am not concentrating I am lost to the pleasure.  Sometimes quite overwhelming.  Often afterwards I just lay relaxing, it is like someone is caressing me along my spine.  I can still feel myself dribbling, sometime like little pulses.  However, when the pleasure is constant it can almost get painful.  My vulva swells and reddens, my little clitoris pops out of its fleshy hood and I just make embarrassing, involuntary thrusts with my hips.

Malcolm gave me all his attention that night.  Malcolm tended to do that, he wasn't into trying lots of women and actually when he was there we'd hook up a lot.  I developed a bit of a thing for him in the early days.  Anyway, so he lifted me off the bar like I was a feather and sat me on a stool.  Holding me firmly he tipped me back and penetrated me again.  I had to really open my legs, his thighs were so muscular.  His shaft was pretty thick and he had a large scar at the base of his penis.  I did ask him about it but he never would tell.  He used to joke it was an old war wound.  I think it looked like a knife scar to me.  I can't imagine Malcolm fighting, he was such a gentle guy.  besides, I would think one look at him would be enough to put most people off trying it!

He liked to gently pinch my pubes as he fucked me.  He'd suddenly withdraw, drop to his knees and eat me out before standing and thrusting in again.  One thing about Malcolm, he showed his appreciation with HUGE cumshots.  He'd take the condom off and wank furiously for a few seconds and shout out (Rudy did that as well, Rudy roared when he climaxed).  He'd blast me from groin to throat, it was delicious!  He'd suddenly wank again and another thick jet of hot sperm would spray across my tummy.  He'd do that a few times and my belly would be stripped with cum. 



Malcolm was always gentle, but those boys always had a bit of a nasty habit of wiping the girls clean with bar towels, I kid you not.  He wiped my tummy and breasts, then he pushed it between my legs and dabbed my vulva.  That was better than most of the guys who would just wiped my vajayjay roughly like they were polishing a bit of tarnished silver! 
As soon as I was clean he just started again.  I don't know if he was/is just making me feel good but he always said I had a delicious tasting pussy (Kate and a few other guys say the same actually).  We communicated in email about six months ago when I was talking about going to a reunion and he was cheeky enough to say 'I hope you are looking after that exquisite pussy of yours!'

He didn't mind letting another girl or guy in on the action sometimes but I always got the feeling he preferred to keep me to himself.  Mind you, he introduced me to an old Rasta a while later and seemed happy enough watching that very well endowed old guy fucked me almost senseless.  I will tell you much more about that later...



He was the first one who got Kate and myself 'top and tailing' each other.  We had cuddled and kissed before but we had never had any proper sexual contact until this Saturday night.  John the club owner and Malcolm were entertaining us in John's small office.  John was in an office chair wearing just socks and a shirt.  He was relaxed and swivelling his chair from side to side and chatting to us.  Kate and I were either side of Malcolm on the sofa.

They started talking about eating pussy and how great it tastes and Malcolm asked Kate if she had tasted mine.  Well, despite the fact we were both naked either side a naked and very erect black man we both blushed.  It started playfully with Malcolm wiping his finger along the cleft of my sex and then encouraging Kate to suck his finger, which she did.  Before I knew it, the girI I had known since we were at nursery together was kneeling between my legs and kissing and licking my pussy.

I admit, that first time I didn't get into it properly because I was struggling to relax with it, I was nervous it would mean I was a lesbian.  Ahh the naivety of youth.  Anyway, Malcolm had us on the carpet.  Me on the floor, looking up at Kate's neatly trimmed fanny (In the UK a fanny is a pussy by the way) and stroking her waist and inner thighs whilst John and Malcolm took turns fucking her.  I grew to really love watching sex close up.  Watching those two cocks penetrate my friend.  The tiny wet noises, the shafts glistening, it was heaven.  I watched fascinated as the guys licked her, their tongues worming through her sticky folds.  Kate liked pussy from the word go and she was gently fingering me and sucking her digits.  I admit it made me feel funny, little tingles in the pit of my belly.  I was programmed to think that is wasn't right but I realise now I was highly aroused, I was certainly very wet. 

John moved down to Kate face and after a little while of loud sucking noises John pulled from her mouth and squirted a few thick drops of semen on my thighs and pussy.  Before I knew what was happening Kate was licking and sucking and she actually left a big love bite on my groin.  I sort of guessed what was coming when Malcolm helped Kate to lay on the edge of the sofa.  Soon he withdrew and ejaculated heavily across her body.  He reached out and helped me to my knees.  Coaxing me between my friends legs he dipped his forefinger in a gob of semen on her groin and held it to my mouth.  I dutifully sucked his finger. 

I went at it with gusto, lapping the thick cum up, and boy was Malcolm's cum thick, like jelly but not unpleasant, it had a vaguely sweet taste.  I tell you, as John entered me while I had my face buried in Kate's quim I came so hard I actually screamed out.  I had juice streaming down my thighs, I really thought I had peed myself!  John was moaning and his hips were smacking my rump wetly.  Kate was twisted sideways, stroking and suckling Malcolm's cock, breathing life into it once more.  Something about Malcolm is if you gently run your nail over his scar his erect cock leaps in the air and smacks his belly.  He likes it, but he doesn't liek you to do it too much as he said it can get painful.  Any, Kate discovered this and did it several times until Malcolm rested a hand on hers to gently stop her.  I meanwhile cleaned every drop from her body.  I actually enjoyed it, her clitoris was so swollen and distended and Kate is an oozer, you lick her clean and another trickle of translucent milky juice dribbles from her succulent peach.  I grasped her plump mound and squeezed, she likes that, and she lifted her bottom and moaned as she sucked on Malcolm. 

John had a hand underneath me, strumming my clit and he fucked me ferociously.  I think he lost himself because complete with condom he sunk hard into me and held it there whilst he pumped seed into the little gathering tip of the condom and he leaned over me, resting all his weight on my back.  "Fuck you are a horny little minx babe!" He said, withdrawing and giving me a playful smack on the rump.  He got up, walked to his desk and picked up a sealed condom.  He had stacks of them in one drawer of his filing cabinet and he used to hand them out to everyone.  He tossed it to Malcolm and grinned "You are on your own mate, I'm fucked!" and sat in his chair to watch.  He slowly pulled off the used condom and tossed it into his waste paper bin. 

Malcolm picked up the new condom, tore it open and passed it to Kate who was greedily sucking his now fully engorged cock.  "Put this on me baby" he said and Kate took it and to be honest, it wasn't the deftest bit of rubber unrolling I have ever seen. Hmmm, I can talk, I am really crap at it! 

Anyway, eventually, he was ready for action and he stood up and helped me to my feet.  At first I wasn't sure what he was doing but in essence he got me to sit on Kate's lap so our pussies were accessible to him.  He knelt down and he dipped first into one grateful little slot and then the other. 

Each time he withdrew from me I felt bereft, I wanted my vagina filled with his hot cock again immediately.  I touched myself and I was yawning open and saturated, I must have soaked poor Kate. 

Malcolm is fit and strong and he pounded our pussies for ages, maybe 30 or 40 minutes.  He really wanted to make it last I think and when he eventually climaxed, although not fierce like the first time, he held apart first Kate's and then my sticky labia and drenched our swollen vulvas with his lovely essence.  

I adored sex with that man.