Eve's Sex Journal

Chapter Three: The Afternoon of Total Dehydration with Troy and Mary Ann

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Journal Entry: July 23

I'm not totally crazy; I'd met these people before I chose to drive forty-five minutes out of town into the sticks to meet them at their cottage. They're a cool, older couple and they have an awesome dog (sue me, I'm a dog fan).

The cottage is a cute little thing and they welcome me sweetly. The dog is haywire, as all pups of a certain size tend to be, but we settle into the warm sunshine with coffee and pleasant chatter. They taught me how to play a new card game I'd never heard of, and immediately loved. Good taste in games directly correlates to fun kinkiness levels, I've determined over the last few years. And I found out after the fact that Mary Ann plays Dungeons and Dragons, so extra double bonus kinky points.

We were having a perfectly lovely time shooting the breeze and getting to know each other, talking about whatever, when Troy announced he was feeling very anxious and awkward. We assured him it was only awkward if you thought about it too much, which we ladies were not doing. Which, truly, is a testament to how chill and cool they are because normally I'm a wreck of nerves.

That's when I was told (or perhaps I'd been told, but my brain is a sieve at the best of times) that this was Troy's first foray into any kind of group scene, something that had been on his bucket list for a long time.

Suddenly I'm getting a bit anxious too -- performance anxiety spiking.

Thank the gods for Mary Ann. Calm, collected, and very kinky. She guided us to the bedroom, stripped me down, and pushed me onto the bed for him to eat me out. And to that I say yay. Yay for oral sex. Yay for team work.

Has anyone ever gone down on you with a black Halls cough drop in their mouth? It's a riot of sensation and temperature play. I enjoyed it very, very much. And then I got the Halls and the opportunity to suck Troy's cock. He seemed to enjoy it a lot too.

After that, we took turns touching, cumming, tasting... It was all pretty rad, and not remotely awkward once we got started.

Mary Ann was such an open, calming, accepting presence, and she squirted like nothing I've ever seen before. She put the fountain at the Bellagio to shame. Niagara Falls trembles. It was fucking glorious; what a combination to find in one person. To say I have a bit of a crush would be an understatement.

Then Troy asked if I've ever squirted before.

'Sure,' I say, letting him know there's generally one surefire way at hand to see that particular phenomena from my needy, size queen self... Cue a quizzical look from Troy.

But sweet, smart, experienced Mary Ann picked up what I was putting down right away. 'She means you need to fist her, honey.'

Again, thank the gods for Mary Ann.

I got on all fours and showed off my assets, blessedly able to hide my face. He was so hesitant, and so sure he was going to hurt me. Mary Ann had to take over, and fuck, it was amazing; the pressure, the fullness, the way she had her other hand on my trembling butt cheek as an achor point. 10/10, perfect score. Troy tried again once she'd juiced a few liberal splatters out of me. And you've got to hand it to the man (pun intended, thanks), he learned from watching his wife. I squirted again, pouring forth, soaking the already-soaked sheets, and earning a heap of praise for it. I tried not to preen too hard, because A, it's tacky, and B, I was dehydrated and dizzy to start with.

We took a break to change the sheets so we would stop sliding through the puddles and have a rehydration moment.

Once we'd dried off a little and gotten some water down our dry throats, Troy got me up on the bed and flipped me on my tummy. He fucked me from behind while Mary Ann fondled and kissed and mouthed at whatever she could get her clever hands and mouth on.

When he was finished with me, he moved onto Mary Ann, fucking her with as much enthusiasm. It was sweet to watch, and hot as fuck, and it was delightful to get my chance to touch and kiss and catch my breath.

The man has insane stamina given all the factors (his age, us two women to keep up with, the heat inside the cabin, the adorably distracting dog), and he came probably 7 or 8 times all day. And if the literal wet footprints on the cabin floor meant anything, so did Mary Ann and I.

And then. And then! If that was not enough, he made food. It was like, four in the afternoon and he had just fucked us both nine hundred ways from Sunday, and there he was making us bacon, eggs, toast, and veggies.

I'm the luckiest girl with the coolest friends, bar none.