How Much Sex Can You Take - A reply to Dan Savage

From Dan Savage's column ( http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/SavageLove?oid=10890931 ) :

"I'm a 20-year-old female college student living with my 23-year-old boyfriend. We've been dating for two years, and our sex life has always been awesome. My boyfriend has a high libido, so high that I can't always get him off when he wants it. He says I don't want to have sex with him, when we have sex probably four times a week and I'm totally happy to give him head, jerk him off, or take off my clothes for him any other time he asks. Whenever we sit down together, he's immediately horny and he gets cranky when I have to say no. Is this a ridiculously high libido? I try to be GGG, and he does the same for me, but I hate feeling guilty about not having sex with him constantly. I've started just telling him to masturbate to porn, and he does it willingly but usually whines a little first about how I "never" want to have sex. Totally false! My body just can't take it every day. What do I do?"

Most of the women I know can't take a good pounding more than this often unless they're pro. That's why it's good to have many  "friends with benefits".

Although Mr. Savage says that guys also can't take that much penetration,  I know men, including me, who can. Some guys get pumped that much (4 times) in a day. I sometimes get saddle-sore after a thorough thrashing from my "Daddy" Paul. Often we go all night at his parent's vineyard and then doze in the sun during the afternoon.

Mar, Ky & Me - a Kinky Threeway

Some people think a threesome is a threesome. Of course it's not. If you stop and think about it, there are many sexual possibilities. Ours is just one of them.

When I first started hooking up with Mar, she and her partner, Janie, would have me orally service them mostly. I didn't penetrate them as they preferred using a small dildo.

During one of the sessions I asked if I could suck the dildo after Jane inserted it in Mar's vag. They said, "sure" and seem delighted. I wasn't surprised because I had seen Mar lick the dildo after she used it in Jane's vag. The three of us are now "fluid-bonded" .

A few days later I was alone with Mar helping her in the kitchen. I was kissing her on the neck as she was stirring pots at the stove. She asked me to peel some carrots and place them on the table. When I finished she motioned me to sit under the table. She sat on the chair and hiked her shirt up. She told me to slip her panties off. I began caressing her thighs as she wriggle a bit.

"Are you hungry," she asked as she pushed my head away from her sex. I said I was starved. She opened her legs and placed some carrot strips on the chair before her. She reached down and widened her lips. She took one of the sticks and inserted it into her vag., swirled it around and slipped it in deeper. She took the carrot out and pointed it to my mouth.  "You can have an appetizer," she said.

I licked the carrot stick and began nibbling it. "Mmm", I said, "I love that sauce!"

She continued rubbing her mound with one hand, inserting more carrots with the other hand and feeding me.

So this was how Mar & I made out when we were alone in the kitchen.

The times when I did penetrate Mar's vag. she sucked me off before I ejaculated.  We would then kiss and she would share the ejaculation and her cum with me.

Ky & I often have sex together in his dorm room after classes. He gets excited when I tell him what I do with Mar. I told him that I'd really like to suck his cock after it had been in her. He seemed enthusiastic about the idea. I mentioned this to Mar and she said she would like to meet Ky.

Mar & I made small talk with Ky at the Student Union. The two of them seemed to get along. She asked if he had any pictures. Ky thumbs through the pics on his smartphone and shows her one he took of himself before a mirror with his cock bulging in his boxer briefs. She said, "Dave told me about something you and he would like to do."

"Yeah," he said, "I'm all for it."

"Well," she said, "I want to see what you two do first."

"OK" we agree.

So we arranged to hook up at Mar's later that day. The three of us stripped to our undies and did some petting on the couch.

"I want to watch Dave and you have sex " she said to Ky.

So I moved next to Ky and started kissing him as I squeezed his nipples. Mar sat on the chair across from us and began rubbing herself.

I started jerking Ky's cock as it became enormous and popped out of his shorts. He did the same to me. We slipped off our undies and laid on our sides on the couch, my mouth was at his cock and his mouth was at mine. We started sucking each other as Mar was rubing her vag. rapidly.

Ky and I edge each other. When he was about to come he pushes me back a little and I give hime time to recover. After a few of these cycles he can go a lot longer. He does the same to me.

Mar comes over to us. She mounts me and we start kissing while Ky mounts her from behind. Eventually he's ready to come so he pulls out of Mar and places his cock before us. We start licking as a heavy stream of his junk lands in our mouth.

"Dave, " Mar said, "It's your turn now".

Gift from Jane?

After you've been in the same place for a while you begin to accumulate friends who come by from time to time. My "place" is the bar where I've been working for the past few years. I see at least one of my "friends with benefits" ,  tricks or clients. They are usually guys who want a quicky in the back room of the bar for friendship or the money they pay me. The women I know prefer Mary who will go upstairs with them for an hour or two. If it's close to closing they will let me join them after I close the bar for a cozy threesome or foursome.
Alice, a friend of Jane's, came by this evening. I thought she would prefer Mary like the other women but Mary was busy with customers at the bar. I asked Mary if I should serve Alice and she replied, "sure, go ahead".
When Jane and I were in a mistress-slave relationship, Jane was reluctant to beat me because we had been friends before. For severe beatings she called on her ex-mistress Alice to perform. Alice was quite adept at wielding the floggers, straps, whips and canes and had a sensitivity to how guys liked to experience pain.

I glanced at Alice from the bar. She was wearing tall boots, fishnets, a tight black dress and a leather jacket. She made up in the Goth look with magenta streaks in her white hair and deep blood-red lipstick. I remembered the many nights with Alice cracking the whip on my body as it was secured to the cross in Jane's dungeon. I felt my cock stiffen.
"Good evening ma'am", I said with in a broken cadence that revealed that I was afraid of her, "what will you be having?"
"Hello Dave," she said, making eye contact, "long time no see!" she said warmly. I felt like dropping to my knees and humbling myself before her but I had to treat her like a patron in the bar. "Bring me my usual".
Patrons who don't come here often may not realize that I don't remember that much about what they order. I usually size them up and make a guess. If it's a guy it's beer. If it's a woman, it's wine.

"Would you like white or red wine this evening?" I asked her to get a clue.

"I prefer a chardonay, if you have one." She made eye contact with me again, "So how have you been?" she asked with an emphasis.

"I'm OK, " I said automatically, covering my fear of her. "I'll get your drink". I returned to the bar and found a bottle in the cooler.

My hand was shaking as I poured the drink. Mary saw this and came over to me.   "Well, how is Alice?" she inquired.

"She's OK, I guess, " I stammered, "what should I do?" I wanted her opinion. Mary knew about the torture sessions that Jane had arranged.

"Just see what she wants and follow your instincts, Dave", she counseled me.

I brought the drink to Alice. "You haven't contacted me in a long time, " she opened, glancing at me sternly. She was testing my submissiveness.

"No, ma'am, I have not contacted you," I said. Actually the only way Alice prefered to see me was when it was arranged by Jane, although she did give me her personal number after one of the last sessions. "I'm sorry".

"You disappoint me, Dave, " Alice replied with that stern look, "do you understand that?"

"Yes I do, ma'am", I replied with a tremble in my voice I was sure she could pick up on. I cast my eyes downward.

"Do you know how bad you've been?", she demanded.

"I've been very bad, ma'am" I whispered. We engaged in the mistress and slave dialog we used during the sessions.

"And where are you staying?", she demanded.

"I have a room above the bar," I said meekly.

Alice read my face that had become flush with embarassment as my hard-on was pushing out from my jeans.  She rolled her eyes upward. I got the signal. We headed toward my room.

My room is too small for a dungeon. The bed takes up most of the floor space. There are straps connected to the corners of the matress where shackles can be attached with chains and clamps. My toybag has a mimumal number of straps, floggers, whips and a short cane, rope, clamps and other restraining devices. I pulled the toybag out from under the bed and opened it up for Alice to examine.

"Take off your clothes, " she commanded. I stripped. She ordered me to slip off her boots. She hiked her skirt up and sat at the edge of the bed. "Kiss me here," she pointed to her thighs.

I began caressing her above the ridge of her stockings to the edge of her panties. She placed her hand on her mound and fabric became damp.

"Lick me," she ordered. I continued kissing the sheer fabric as she rubbed her mound. The slight musky oder of her reminded me of previous sessions. I could hear her moan softly as her breathing became heavy. A trickle of cum flowed onto her thigh.

"Lick it!", she said. I eagerly licked the tangy, sweet-sour liquid and remembered how she tasted again. My dick was about to explode but I held my cum.

"Get up on the bed", she commanded. I laid face down on the bed. Alice secured my shackles to the corner straps. She started with the flogger warming my back and butt. The strokes were rythmic, keeping in sync to the music that was coming from the bar. I felt a warming sensation on my skin. Eventually she switched to the strap and the blows became harder. I began to feel a steady pain and started to whimper a little. She started with the single-tail and the blows gave me sharp jolts.

"Ow!" I cried as I flinched with each blow of the whip.  My breathing was becomming irregular.

"Take a deep breath, " she said, " and breathe slowly".

I followed her directions and began to ease up. I felt a warming sensation throughout my body. I felt like I was hovering above my physical body, relaxed and detached.

I began to feel like my body was being sliced apart by the sharp blows of the small cane Alice applied to tiny areas on my butt. She would rest the cane on the place where she intended it to land and snap it back. I felt less of the pain and more euphoric with each blow.

Although time passed, I was unaware how long Alice's torment was going on. At some point the cane was hitting areas that were already sore from previous lashings and the pain became intense. I screamed loudly and broke into tears, sobbing. Alice paused and dug her fingernails into my broken skin. My body went limp with the searing pain. Alice continued thrashing me with the flogger. The softer blows didn't hurt as much as the cane or whip but keep my skin warm. I could have gone on like this for the entire evening.

Alice stopped beating me and released me. "Put my boots on, slave" she ordered. This was the first time she addressed me as her slave this evening. I felt grateful that the beating was over and appreciated that she considered me her slave. I knelt before her and slid the boots on her feet.

"You will remember to call me every day", she commanded.

"Yes, mistress", I hoped she would allow me to call her mistress.

"Good boy," she said as she stood up and left the room.

When I returned to the bar Alice was at another table chatting with some patrons. Mary came up to me. "So how did it go?" she asked.

"It went better than I expected", I replied.

"Good to hear, " Mary continued, "Alice is going to spend the evening with us!"

"OK," I said, not sure of what would happen this evening but accepting anything Mary told me.

I caught up with my work at the bar. I turned my cell on. A text message from Jane was waiting. "TTYL8TR-XXX". Jane hadn't called or texted me in a long time. Usually I called Jane and sometimes would meet her at the Galleria after work where she would put me off with: "I'm still seeing Zev," or "I'm real busy lately". I was psyched and apprehensive that Jane texted me for once. What did this mean. Was she trying to get together with me? Did she know about my session with Alice? What should I do this evening?  I remembered Mary's advice: "follow your instincts".