Sex and Zen

Posted by Lex Konrad in Sex | Jan 22, 2004

“What time are you heading out to meet her?” I ask Leslie. “I’ll come out later if you want.”

“She’s coming over here.”

“What? When?”

“In about an hour.”

“Jesus, I have to shower. I should at least look presentable. Does she even know anything about me?”

Les shrugs. “Not really.”

“So I should just greet her at the door with my dick hanging out?”

“Whatever makes you happy.”

And so begins one of the longest weekends of my life. After showering I wander about in my underwear trying to find suitable attire. The upstairs doorbell rings as I’m hopping around on one foot trying to pull on my jeans. I barely manage to stumble into the bedroom and shut the door behind me before Leslie ushers her guest into the apartment. I hear chatty female voices as I fix my belt.

I open the bedroom door and she’s sauntering toward me: a pretty, hazel-eyed girl with defiant curves and flowing hair. We pass each other in the hallway as she makes her way to the bathroom and I introduce my towering self, noting with some relief that she doesn’t seem put off by my presence. Her name is Nova. She’s an Israeli girl. As we all sit in the kitchen chatting over martini glasses I learn Nova used to be a professional belly dancer.

“I’ll have to call you Jeannie then,” Leslie says, eyes brightening.

“You know it,” Nova says, smiling at her.

She demonstrates her moves. Nova’s breasts jiggle. Her hips quiver. I am entranced. What adolescent lad didn’t dream of Jeannie?

We settle on the couch and share dirty stories. “So I was lying in the bathtub,” Nova says, “and my girlfriend was standing over me with her miniskirt hiked up.”

“And she peed on you?” I ask, incredulous.

“She let it out slowly—all over my breasts—as she spanked her own ass and I played with myself. My other girlfriend watched us. Then I got myself off using the showerhead.”

Les and I look at each other. I raise an eyebrow. I feel a swelling in my pants. “I’ve never given much thought to water sports,” I say, “but that’s the hottest story I’ve heard in a long time. This confirms every male suspicion about the things women do behind closed doors.”

“I guess we’re all perverts here,” Les says.

“I’m a very sexual person,” Nova insists. She studies both of us for a moment. “So, did you guys plan on bringing me over here and seducing me?”

“Not really,” I say honestly. “I was thinking of coming out and meeting you two later. Can’t say we’ve ever done anything quite like this before.”

“I don’t know why, but I feel so comfortable around the two of you.”

Leslie takes Nova into the bedroom and shows her pictures from the SKIN party last summer. “God Leslie, you are so fucking hot,” Nova says. Les giggles and locates more explicit material.

My eyes widen. “You’re showing her those pictures?”

“Oh I don’t mind,” Nova responds, gazing intently at the screen. “You have a really nice cock.”

My head is spinning. Nova’s shirt comes off to reveal a pair of round, gravity-defying dee-cups. Leslie moans and takes a nipple into her mouth. I watch contentedly at first, letting them play. Inspired by Leslie’s erotic slideshow, I find my camera and start snapping sepia-toned pictures. Snap snap snap. No longer able to contain myself, I hop onto the bed and bury my face in the pliant flesh of Nova’s magnificent tits. She moans as I suck on each nipple. I grab her ample round ass and give it a solid smack. She lets out a gasp and grabs at my bulge. “I thought you were alright when I met you,” she says, “but I made up my mind when I saw your cock in those pictures.”

Our threesome spirals out of control. I snap more pictures. Leslie and I take turns lapping at Nova’s pretty cunt. Nova gobbles my cock expertly, taking it most of the way into her mouth. “This is… the best of both worlds,” Nova purrs between mouthfuls of my penis. I order Leslie to straddle Nova’s face in a 69 position, affording Nova an excellent view as I enter Leslie from behind. “My own private porno,” Nova says as I thrust away. I feel her mouth on my balls. Occasionally I pop out and let her suck me. “Taste her,” I say as I sink into blissful oblivion.

I taste Nova’s pussy again as she and Leslie embrace, tongues intertwined. I stealthily apply a condom and push the head of my penis against Nova’s labia. “That’s not a tongue!” she says, mildly surprised. I inch myself in, feeling Nova’s flesh melting around me and delighting in the ease of it. I am inside her body. I am fucking her. She’s pushing her pelvis against me, milking me, her cunt gripping me in ways no hand or mouth can simulate. The room reverberates with wet noises. Leslie lies to Nova’s side, sandwiched between us. I use her body for support and press my lips into her brown skin. Nova’s arms flail. Her quim quivers. I’m helpless inside her. I tell her she’s going to make me come.

We decide to head out, continuing our date in reverse. We huddle together against the severe cold and make our way to a little bar where we sit in the back and eat Chinese food.

“This is what I like,” Nova’s saying. “Just hanging out and feeling relaxed around each other.”

“Yeah, this is nice,” says Les dreamily.

“I guess three is the magic number. I like girls and I like getting fucked too. This way I don’t have to choose.”

“Surf and turf,” I say, chuckling to myself.

We go home and light a joint. The girls dance naked. Nova bends over backward and takes me into her mouth as Leslie supports her hips. The girls relax on the couch and I stand before them, brandishing my twitching cock. “Let’s blow him together,” Leslie suggests, and I take a shuddering breath at the thought. They take turns deep-throating me, cooing over my cock, their mouths stretching to accommodate me. I utter whatever silly encouraging nonsense my strength allows me to muster. Each round of frenzied cocksucking brings me one step closer to becoming a meal, but the girls disengage before I’m swallowed whole. They lie back and start masturbating. Dropping to my knees, I lick and suck Nova’s little clitoris as Leslie watches, her finger revving faster over her own pussy. I lose myself between Nova’s thighs and soon feel her writhing under me, gibbering and gasping in orgasmic ecstasy. Leslie’s orgasm soon follows, but she is not finished with us. Sinking to her knees before Nova, Leslie uses her tongue and fingers to bring our guest to a violent, shuddering climax. Les rewards my patience with a soft blowjob, delivered as I relax on the couch. “That’s a good girl,” Nova says as Les finishes me.

We retire to the bedroom and Nova lies between us, our three bodies making a warm cocoon of the comforter. In semi-consciousness I graze her thighs and spoon tightly against her, forgetting the frozen world outside. Morning comes and I rouse myself, except that I must still be dreaming in a way. Leslie makes breakfast, after which we make plans to see each other again and part company.

Natalia meets us that evening at Eden, a bar on the west side. I’m a bit anxious about the meeting; I sincerely hope Natalia and Leslie will get along. Natalia orders a vodka gimlet and tells us she had a rough morning, having fled her apartment after nearly suffering bodily harm at the hands of her deranged gay roommate. There’s a lot of assault and battery going round these days, I tell her. I can see Leslie warming up to Natalia and I let the two talk, placing a hand on each woman’s thigh. As I sit between them I’m reminded of a tennis match.

“You hooked up with that friend of yours, the tall girl?” I ask Natalia. She had sent me a note about it earlier in the week.

“Well, we didn’t hook up. We just slept together and cuddled. I didn’t touch her down there.” She smiles.

Natalia runs off to the bathroom and I fix my gaze upon Leslie, trying to gauge her reaction to Natalia. “I told you she’s cute,” I say to her.

“Yes she is. We’ll see what happens later.”

Natalia isn’t back for long before she and Leslie disappear into the bathroom together. The employees behind the bar are watching the scene unfold. A bartender walks up to me and shakes my hand, and when I respond with surprise he utters a familiar refrain: “You da man.”

Home again for a nightcap and a joint. My cold is catching up to me, telling my body it’s nearly time to quit. Leslie assumes responsibility for Natalia’s education tonight, slowly, tenderly undressing the girl and whispering sweet nothings as they embrace on the sofa. I admire the mingling shades of their skin and snap a few pictures. Snap snap snap.

“Isn’t she cute?” I say, studying Natalia’s likeness on the tiny LCD screen.

“No, I’m not that cute.”

“Silly girl,” chides Leslie as she pulls Natalia’s lips into hers.

Leslie plays with Natalia’s pussy for a while and I watch the pretty black girl quiver and undulate under Leslie’s expert hands. Natalia’s still too shy for her first pussy-eating lesson so I place the head of my cock into her mouth and then Leslie’s. Natalia watches as Leslie’s sweet mouth works me; she listens to the gentle suckling noises. “You’ve never seen a girl giving a blowjob before,” I say. Natalia shakes her head and smiles. I enter Leslie from behind as she lies atop Natalia and kisses her. “Never seen this before either.” My thrusts grow harder, more insistent and Leslie starts to orgasm. I let her hot, inviting hole finish me. When I pull out Leslie places her hand between her legs, careful to not let the overspill drip onto Natalia.

The drinks, the joint, the sickness nearly overwhelm me. I close my eyes and drift into semi-consciousness as the girls continue playing. Their laughter wakes me. “Poor Aleks. We better put him to bed,” Natalia says. I wake up in the middle of the night not remembering which one of them lies next to me. This is blissful, in a strange way. Upon seeing Leslie’s mane of curly hair spread across the pillow, I drift off again.

I get up early—too early—and take a swig of cough medicine. Natalia’s education resumes by morning light, while I’m still blinking the sleep from my eyes. Leslie laps at Natalia’s protruding labia, fucking her with two fingers. “Do you want to lick my pussy?” Leslie asks after a while and Natalia nods shyly. Leslie lies back, spreading her legs to offer up her neat little twat. Natalia bends over between Leslie’s legs, using her fingers at first and then pressing her lips into my girlfriend’s pink. Natalia’s pretty eyes are open the whole time and she watches Leslie’s body respond. I gently play with Natalia from behind but don’t go too far, afraid to distract Natalia from her lesson. After a long while I take Leslie from behind, gently prodding her and dribbling my semen onto her ass cheeks as Natalia watches. The cough medicine makes me feel distant, detached from my body.

Later on Leslie makes breakfast in the kitchen as Natalia and I lie under the comforter caressing each other. I am half asleep. “You’ve done a lot of new things this weekend,” I mumble.

“Yes I have.”

“We’ll take it slow… explore some more later on. I want you to absorb this.” My mind is lazily drifting. I’m telling her about experiences I never put in writing.

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend,” she says. “This is ideal for me right now.”

We eat breakfast and pass the early afternoon hours relaxing in the bedroom. Natalia prances about in a pink sweater and girly cotton panties. Every time she walks off somewhere I turn to have a look at her long slender legs and lovely ass. Leslie delights in Natalia’s rapport with the cats.

Nova calls soon after we part company with sweet Natalia. As we make plans to meet at Eden later on I begin to feel a bit like Mei Yan Ching from Sex and Zen, a man who’s granted his every sexual wish only to emerge from the experience aged twenty years. Perhaps it’s just my nagging illness.

That night we meet a friend of Nova’s, a fresh-faced lad visiting from upstate. I have the impression she told him everything but if she has he doesn’t let on. He’s gracious enough to leave us after a couple of hours.

“I was horny thinking about you guys last night,” Nova says. “God… the positions… the blowjob competition. I wish you could’ve made it out to Brooklyn.”

“I wanted you to meet Natalia, but it might have been too much too soon,” I say.

“So, I told my roommate about what we did the other night and he told me he jerked off thinking about it.”

“You hooked up with him last night, right?”

“We fooled around a bit.”

“We drove you into the arms of your roommate. That’s classic.”

We go home and stand in the kitchen making food and mixing drinks. I’m pawing at the girls. Clothes fall away into little piles on the tiled floor. Leslie’s mouth is suddenly wrapped around my tool as Nova caresses my balls. The girls switch places. My penis feels like a battering ram. I hoist Leslie up onto the counter and penetrate her, sinking myself to the hilt, withdrawing completely and repeating the cycle. Nova scrambles to find her camera and then uses it to capture some video. “Oh my god, this is so hot guys. Look at that thing going in.” I accelerate my thrusting and Leslie’s body sways gently from my exertions.

I pull out and turn to Nova. “You’re next, dear—get your ass up here,” I command as I walk to the bedroom to retrieve a condom. While they await my return the women discuss the varieties and vicissitudes of cock. Properly suited up, I enter the kitchen and then I enter Nova. She’s writhing, throwing her head back, nearly knocking over bottles and glasses. I lead her to the couch and prod her from behind, spanking her ass and telling her she has a pretty little asshole. She says she likes my dirty talk. I sit down and she mounts me, grinding, leaping, dancing on top of me. Leslie moans with approval, enjoying our show. I arrange the girls in a 69 position and fuck Leslie from behind, grabbing her pretty ass. Soon we’re both breathless, coming. I pull out and paint Nova’s tits. Leslie licks them clean.

We sleep heavily that night, with Leslie in the middle. In the morning we fool around on the couch for a while. Leslie mounts me as Nova grabs her ass. I pull Leslie into the bedroom and climb on top of her, thrusting away as she spreads her pretty legs and curls her pretty toes. I don’t last long and soon deposit little droplets of semen on Leslie’s midsection. Nova is grinning. “That was great,” she says. We putter around the apartment in a post-sex haze and eventually decide to trek a few blocks down the street for brunch. It snows. The air is crisp but not forbidding. The pond in the park is frozen over, layered white.

“You’re a lucky guy,” Nova tells me over brunch, “and I’m a lucky girl. When I went out on Thursday I thought I’d just meet some pretty girl to possibly hook up with. I never dreamed of this.”

“Neither did we,” Leslie says. “I’d given up on meeting people who understand us.”

The chatty waiter can’t quite figure us out. He keeps making mildly obnoxious comments. “There you go, my child,” he says as he refills Nova’s coffee.

“I’m not a child,” she says indignantly.

“We’re all God’s children,” he retorts.

We finish up and leave the diner. Nova says she’s free but doesn’t want to impose on us. We decide to rent a video and on the way over we talk about spirituality and religion. I point out the De La Vega murals in the neighborhood, pausing before a striking image of Jesus Christ on the cross, a smiley-face in place of His head. “We walk amongst each other as if in a dream,” the text reads, “committing small acts of violence against each other.” There are, of course, no decent videos available, so we settle on American Wedding.

“How did you guys know this was exactly what I needed?” Nova asks as we curl up on the sofa. “I’ve had a smile on my face the entire weekend.”

“Who doesn’t need this?” says Leslie.

“I wonder why more people don’t do this.”

“They don’t even know it’s possible. It’s hard to find something you don’t know to look for… something you can’t even articulate.”

Nova sits there casually toying with my cock and cupping my balls as the movie plays. I decide I love the way she touches me—at this moment I’ll give her anything she wants in exchange for a simple caress. I decide this must be paradise. I am shivering with lust by the time the movie ends and I beckon the women to come join me in the bedroom. As the last traces of daylight disappear behind the park I perch over Nova’s ass and administer a baby oil massage. I flip her over, gently apply an index finger to her shy clitoris, and use my free hand to pull back the hood. She comes hard, shuddering beneath the slightest touch.

Leslie straddles Nova’s face in a partial 69 and moves her body to the side so I can enter Nova’s waiting cunt. We fuck deliriously as I lay my head against Leslie’s ass, tonguing her tight anus as Nova licks her cunt. Deeply, deeply, I thrust into Nova, filling her with me. Sweat rolls down my forehead. I bite Leslie’s firm rump and come noisily.

We’ve long since abandoned any thought of Nova returning home for the night. Instead we order pizza. Nova pays. “I guess that makes us your bitch now,” I say.

She smiles. “No, no, I’m your bitch.”

We pass the evening lounging on the sofa and cracking jokes at the television. At some point the women take a shower together and I pop in every few minutes to see what the giggling is all about. We fall into bed later on, the two of them making a sandwich of me. Nova grabs my ass as we lie in bed the next morning, drawing parallels between my rear end and ripe fruit. She sniffs my armpit. She licks Leslie’s eyelids. We fool around and I relax contentedly as Leslie and Nova pass my penis back and forth between them, looking into each other’s eyes as they gobble me. Nova disappears into the bathroom and uses our showerhead on herself. She hopes we’ll walk in on her but, sadly, we never do.

“It’s a clash of philosophies,” I tell Leslie as the two of us stroll along the park later that day. “There are those who cruise along doing what’s expected of them, making themselves and everyone around them miserable in the process, and those who find their own way.”

“I’d gotten so used to having to convince people what I want isn’t wrong somehow.”

“It’s wasted effort—they’ll cling to their ideas no matter how much pain those ideas cause them. I don’t want to proselytize. I don’t need converts. I’d rather be around people who decide for themselves this is what they want.”

As we trudge homeward through the hardening slush, a woman leans out of her SUV and hands Leslie a bible. I leaf through the tome distractedly and I smile.

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