Webmeets Diary Ch. 06

"OK," he said, as she pushed me gently away. "Maybe we should shift around a little though."

Realising what was going on, I stood up to allow them both to change positions. Ai Ling swung herself around, lying fully on the sofa but propped up by cushions and the arm of the couch, while Patrick knelt between her legs, getting ready to penetrate her. I stood back to watch by the camera as he bent down over her and let her guide his dick inside her. Although disappointed that I was no longer involved, I still enjoyed watching them fuck, the white guy thrusting into her, while the sexy Asian woman moaned in pleasure, all the action clearly visible to be filmed thanks to their bodies being held apart and the lack of pubic hair, I felt like I was inside one of my porno movies, which I guess I was really. I watched attentatively, not only because it was so sexy, but because I wanted to know what Ai Ling liked, iwith the expectation that soon I would be in his place.

My passive role didn't last long, as Ai Lng called out that she wanted to suck dick too. I moved closer to her head, which was now at waist height, and she reached eagerly for my dick, which after her early attentions, the eating of her pussy and the current show was semi-hard anyway, and brought it straight to her mouth without ceremony. She sucked at it hard and energetically, helping with both hands on the base and balls if she could spare them, but with at least one when the other was needed to squeeze her own nipples or stroke her husbands chest heaving above her.

By now any vestiges of sexual timidity in me had vanished, so I stood completely relaxed, enjoying her tongue on my dick and watching Patrick's thrusting into her cunt. I leant forward a little, impeded by the furniture, to play with Ai Ling's pert breasts, preventing them from shaking from her husband's thrusts but loving the feel of them in my hands. This brought me closer to Patrick, and as he began to near an orgasm, he reached up to support himself with one arm on my shoulder, and brought my head down for a kiss. It was more of a tongue battle than a kiss, since he was not very still, but it was into my mouth that he let out his final moan as he ejaculated, pumping his semen into his Chinese wife.

While Ai Ling continued to suck my cock, Patrick withdrew from her, his dick glistening with her juices and a strand of sperm dangling from the tip. He sat back for a minute catching his breath and watching as his wife devoted all her attention to me. So much so that I stopped watching him, though I had a faint impression of him getting up and moving about behind me, and then I sensed him standing next to me.

"You might want this now," he said, holding out a condom, the camera in his other hand.

"Thanks," I said, taking it and realising that I was unlikely to get any harder, so now was probably the time to put it on. I ripped open the packet and took out the rubber, then gently pulled myself out of the hot wet mouth to slip it on. Not wanting to waste time in which I might soften, I moved around to where Patrick had been, and since Ai Ling was already evidently more than sufficiently lubricated by herself and her husband, I plunged straight in.

Looking back, the condom was probably pretty pointless as a precaution against STDs, since over the course of the weekend we all came into contact with each other's bodily fluids plenty of times through oral sex and other play. Even with penetration, I could hear and feel Patrick's cum squelching out of her pussy and spreading itself over the uncovered base of my shaft and the balls below. However, at the time it just seemed natural for me to use one since they asked me to, as well as from habit, and I was actually glad of it. Despite the earlier blowjob taking the pressure off, the excessive lubrication and her pussy having been clearly well used over her almost 30 years, the whole situation would have been so arousing I would probably have cum within a couple of minutes without the latex to reduce the sensations.

To begin with I held myself up above her as I thrusted so both I and Patrick's camera could get a good view of my dick thrusting in to her bald vagina, but soon my arms began to ache in this unusual position, and anyway, there was only so long I could resist the sight of her pert breasts wobbling so invitingly below me. I buried my face in them, sucking greedily at those hard nipples while the rest of my body pressed against hers, apart from my hips which continued to thrust. With her mouth free of my cock she now began crying out, sometimes intelligible, English encouragement, sometimes Chinese that I naturally couldn't understand, and sometimes completely unintelligible cries of pleasure.

She wrapped her legs tight around the backs of my legs, thrusting up to meet me, and I could feel muscles inside her cunt tightening around my cock, contracting then relaxing, only to contract again. For several minutes she held me so tight to her bossom I had difficulty breathing, my mouth clamped so hard to her breasts, making them slippery with saliva. Then she reached down and forced her hand between our sweaty stomachs, until I could feel her finger tips rubbing against the base of my shaft, so I knew she must be attending to her clitoris. I raised myself up a little on my elbows to watch her face, her eyes closed and her head hanging back over the arm of the couch. When I remembered through the growing haze of approaching orgasm, I held and squeezed her tits, wet and slimy from my mouth, flicking my thumb over the erect nipples, then once I had caught my breath I dove down again.

This continued for what seemed like hours, although when I watched the video back I discovered it was really only just over ten minutes, and I was amazed that I had not yet reached a climax. When that climax finally did come though, it was intense. As it arrived, I arched my back, pushing as deep as I could inside her, my last few thrusts hard and violent, accompanied by my own involuntary yells and gasps of satisfaction. I could feel the condom filling with my cum, and after a brief rest I managed to resume my thrusts despite my cock head now being hypersensitive, so that Ai Ling could get a last few seconds of pleasure from it, then withdrew before I had softened too much. We both sat panting, my cock slowly drooping, the semen filled condom tip slipping forwards, while I watched Ai Ling's heaving chest and the glistening sheen of the skin around her crotch that surrounded her still slilghtly open hole.

"That was FUN!" Ai Ling exclaimed after a while, and we all laughed. Patrick turned the camera off and passed us a box of tissues so we could clean up a bit and dispose of the laden condom without dripping sperm everywhere.

"What's the time?" I asked, not wearing a watch.

"Just gone eleven," Pat replied after glancing it his. "Which I think is time for a beer. You want one?"

All of us still naked, we sat drinking cold drinks, feeling the sweat dry off our bodies and talking about what the weekend might hold. I thought maybe we were heading towards going to bed, to which I would not have objected after my exertions and the journey earlier, but I was mistaken.

"How would you like to see some of our other home movies, Jack?" Ai Ling asked me as the conversation slowed a little.

"I'd love to," I replied, not wanting to miss such an opportunity for REAL amateur porn.

"That's not a bad idea," Patrick added, getting up and moving to the TV. "It might give us some ideas and remind us what we've yet to try."

Watching their home videos became our standard time-killing activity, for those periods when our minds were still aroused but our bodies needed some recharging, and they had more than enough. They must have met up with at least a dozen people, mostly single guys although they had done some full swinging it turned out, and even managed to find a willing American girl, only slightly older than me by the look of her. Although some were obviously just there for a single evening, most seemed to stay the weekend like me judging by the variety of videos each appeared in, and some must have come more than once. They certainly liked filming themselves, and I think nearly all the times we had sex over that weekend was filmed, although I won't be mentioning all the camera movements for the rest of this report. This is meant to be an erotic story afterall, albeit a true one, and not camera directions for an exact re-enactment.

Gradually we finished our drinks, and next to me Patrick started to play with himself absent-mindedly. Glancing across him at Ai Ling, I saw that she was too, so while I was skeptical at raising a third boner only half an hour after my last ejacualation, I I decided to play a little too, if only to see how comfortable I felt doing so in the presence of others.

It took a few minutes, but blood did start to pump back in, only semi-erect at first from just dry pulling back and forth of the foreskin, but with the help of some saliva I got it all the way up, albeit aching slightly with the effort. Having achieved this, I glanced at my two partners: Pat was also hard and slowly jerking off watching himself fucking his wife doggy while she sucked another, rather swarthy looking, man's cock on the screen; next to him Ai Ling caught my eye and smiled, as she lightly touched her clitoris with one finger, barely in contact with it, and I saw she wasn't watching the screen but us two. I seemed to remind her of something, as she got up and left the room, and my attention returned to the TV. When she returned a few moments later she placed a tube of something on the coffee table then resumed her position.

The situation reminded me of two half-forgotten fantasies of mine, involving me masturbating in the company of others, and it was as good a feeling as I had thought it would be. Seized by a sudden impulse, I released my own cock and reached for Patrick's, pushing his hand aside. His eyes barely flicked from the screen as I closed my fist around the head and resumed my stroking motion. It was odd, feeling the cylinder of another's phallus sliding in my hand while my own rested on my stomach. This latter lack of stimulation did not last long though as, again not bothering to look at me, he gripped it and returned the favour. His hands were rougher and he was stronger, but not so much to be unpleasant, and it would be a good while before anything more happened. I enjoyed the mutual masturbation for a while, watching the video to it's not altogether unpredictable climax of both guys cumming in Ai Ling's mouth followed by some snowballing.

Then it went to the next scene, with the same guy this time on his knees sucking Patrick's cock by himself. Too tempted not to, I shifted position to lie on my side with my head in position over Pat's crotch and after a few starting licks, I began sucking his cock. My own was out of his reach now, but it was easy enough for me to attend to it myself, and in the sideways position I could also watch the TV or Ai Ling if I chose to.

I didn't hurry things, keeping my sucking and tongue action light, as I wanted to give him a nice long blowjob. So long in fact that his wife came twice on her own fingers beside us while she watched! Eventually though, I started to tire of giving oral sex, and pulled back a little, taking my hand from my own shaft to massage his, which was now rock hard. I had had plenty of opportunity to see what it was Ai Ling had placed on the coffee table, and was pleased with her forethought: it was a tube of lube, and now I wanted to use it.

I sat up and before I needed to ask for a condom Ai Ling passed me one. For the last ten minutes the TV screen had shown Patrick pounding the other guy's arse, and I wanted the same treatment. Deftly I ripped the packet and rolled the condom over his thick rod, having a little difficulty as I had had putting one on my own before, as it was a pretty tight fit, but I got it on before he started to soften. Straddling his lap now, but facing him rather than my usual position of facing away from my gay partners, Ai Ling presented me with the lubricant. I spent a few moments to lubricate my hole, pushing a couple of fingers in and out to loosen myself, since it had been a few months since my last buggering, then smeared Patrick's cock with the clear gel. We were ready, and I was filled with my usual excited anticipation.

I lowered myself down until I could push the tip of his cock against my puckered sphincter. My sigh of satisfaction as my muscles relaxed and allowed his penis to enter me surprised even me, but it was such a good feeling! As usual I didn't go all the way down to start with, getting my anus used to the invader, but this time there was not even a slight ache so after a few tries I sank right down, feeling his bulging prick sliding all the way up until my buttocks were pressed into his thighs.

Maybe it was a better position than my usual one for being on top, or maybe my fucking muscles were developing, but either way I managed to ride him much longer than I normally could. Another advantage of this position was that I got to watch my partner's expression and reactions to my bouncing up and down on his dick. Purposely I kept my arms on the back of the couch, both to take the strain off my thighs and to resist the urge to touch my own cock. I let it flap wildly in it's semi-erect state, slapping against my stomach or flicking droplets of precum on Patrick's chest, and I knew it would be great to touch it, but I wanted to cum just from the stimulation of my prostate from the anal penetration, just for once. However, Patrick was clearly like me in being unable to resist a nice cock, for he began to jerk me off even as I rode him, and it felt too good to stop him for at least a few minutes.

When I really started to feel an orgasm building though, I stopped, caught my breath from my moaning and yelling I had found came very easily to me, and dismounted. The scene we had been watching before had ended, but the DVD held several hours, so it had already gone to the next one, so the screen now showed Ai Ling sucking a cock, then the view swung to show a brunette, about the same age, sucking another cock beside her.

"I want you to fuck me now," I said to Patrick, standing up. "On the floor." He didn't protest, so we moved around the coffee table and I got to my hands and knees, like a dog, facing the TV. Our change in position was matched on the screen by Patrick , Ai Ling and the couple they were swinging with. Pat, who of course knew how the video went, managed to time his thrusting into my arse with the on-screen Pat's thrust into the brunette's, and my cry was not so different from hers. I was treated to five minutes of them fucking like me and Patrick up close before Ai Ling and her swinging partner had clearly felt left out and had set the camera on a tripod, for the view moved further away. They entered the picture and were soon beside Pat, Ai Ling riding the other guy.

We continued though in the same position, my knees starting to get sore from rubbing against the carpet, though I ignored it. The action on screen faded from my mind, and I closed my eyes so my whole body was filled and dominated by the cock driving into my arse. My dick was crying out for attention, but even if I'd wanted to touch it I couldn't, as my whole body felt weak and trembled, I needed both my arms to support myself and brace against Patrick's ever more violent pounding. If I did open my eyes and look back down my chest, I could see it dangling, leaking a long string of precum down to a clear little puddle on the carpet. Behind me Patrick grunted and gasped, both his hands on my hips to pull me to him. A haze filled my head, and I lost track of time, of where Ai Ling was, even where I was, feeling I was floating in space with a cock driving up my sphincter and hammering on my prostate.

When it finally came, the climax was intense. I cried out loudly and incoherently, my arms giving way so I slumped forward. It felt like a fire was spreading from my butt, so powerful it was near the edge of pain, like no orgasm I had had before. Spunk poured from my cock, mostly splattering on to the carpet but also flecking my chest as it still flapped with Pat's thrusts. He continued to fuck me, even as my ejaculation subsided and the sensation in my butt became less pleasurable, I was too weak and shaky to stop him. It didn't last long though, as I felt him give a few last, fast thrusts and then stop inside me sighing in satisfaction. He slowly pulled out, allowing me to roll over on my side gratefully, fingering my dilated, and now slightly sore hole, sticky with lube. I lay there for sometime, playing with the wet part of my body while the other two moved about, then I shakily got to my feet.

"That was... fantastic Pat!" I told him, and he and his wife smiled.

"Yeah, it was a pretty good start. But I think it's time for bed if we all want to be rested to get seriously into the weekend tomorrow, if you know what I mean."

We all agreed, and once we'd cleaned up a bit I was shown to my room, where a little before 1am I collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

On Saturday I was woken some time after ten by a knock on my door.

"Time for breakfast!" Ai Ling called through the door.

"OK, be out in a minute," I replied, getting up immediately and getting dressed. When I arrived in the kitchen I found a full English breakfast waiting for me.

"I know really I should eat like the locals," Patrick said when I raised my eyebrows. "But at the weekend I prefer something a bit more like at home, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," I replied, sitting down. "Although this is an English breakfast, not a Canadian one isn't it?" He just shrugged and smiled. Actually, I was the same, always eating a full English breakfast when hostels offered them, even if I ate local food the rest of the day. I was pretty hungry, so tucked in once I saw it was polite to do so, and finished in no time at all, then helped to clear up.

"Shall we go into the sitting room?" Ai Ling suggested, a twinkle in her eye. We did so, and I was the first to sit down on the couch. Patrick and his wife seemed to have decided before hand what they were going to do, as instead of joining me they both knelt in front of me.

"You had so much fun last night I think I'd like a go this morning," Patrick said as we made our way to the couch, unceremoniously shedding our clothes. "But first Ai Ling will help me bring back your morning glory."

"Sounds good," I said, smiling, and sat down on the couch, my legs spread wide as the sexy couple got down on their knees between them to repeat the first part of the night before. As they had said, they only gave me a blowjob as long as it took to get me hard, and before I knew it I had been handed a condom and was pulling it over my shaft.

"You'd best go a bit slow," I said, a little nervously. "I've only ever taken anal sex, not given it, so this will be completely new to me."

"Oh, surely not completely new," Patrick replied, standing up with his hand behind his back, clearly lubricating his anus from the tube in his other hand, which he now passed to me. His expression was eager, and he already had a delicious looking semi-erection. "It's just like fucking an extra tight vagina, you'll see. I don't suppose I'll be as tight as you anyhow, as here I have plenty of time to play with toys..."

While he talked I squeezed a blob of lube into my hand and spread it down over the shaft, ensuring it was completely coated in the slippery gel. Already Patrick had turned around, presenting me with a view of his sexy firm butt, and straddled my lap. Before he started to lower himself, I grabbed one buttock experimentally, and used my other hand to explored his crack. Pulling it wide open, I slid my forefinger down, finding it shiny and soft from lubrication, and for the first time in my life, slid a finger into another man's sphincter.