Luis kept at it undeterred and unfazed. Breathlessly, I managed to say, “Luis? Luis, Dear? How are you feeling. Are you anywhere near cumming?”
No answer from him other than a low frequency, “mmmmm”. And then he did say, “Roll over, get on your knees. That may help.”
With his cock still in me, I managed to complete his request. There I was on my hands and knees and Luis was behind me pumping away. Some people say this was the original sexual position, as with many creatures in the animal kingdom, and it creates the best orgasms–something about the internal organs being aligned a certain way. I never gave that much credence ….until that day .
Luis was working his level best to achieve his own orgasm. I had a sense that he did know about mine but, for him, they were of little relevance as to achieving his own. But it wasn’t long after I found myself “doggy style” that I felt another orgasm begin to build within me. If I rated my earlier orgasms as 10 on a scale of 10, which I did, my next orgasm was not only off the scale it broke whatever was measuring it. My hands gripped the sheets partially from tension but also because I had the sensation that I would levitate from the bed if I didn’t hold on. I don’t know how long this last orgasm lasted–I totally lost track of time.
Finally, I heard Luis’s voice say in the midst of a “man groan”, “I’m going to cum, Lin! I’m almost there.! OH!”
I pulled away disengaging his cock from my vagina, turned on my hands and knees to face him, and reached up and pulled the condom off his cock. I lunged so that I captured his penis in my mouth just as it began to pulse for Luis’s orgasm. I took in every drop of it…and there was a LOT of it…Every drop went in my mouth and down my throat. I had come to enjoy Luis’s semen. It had its own tantalizing flavor. And this is form a woman who detested that male fluid not all that many months ago. Decker? Yes, YUM! Cowboy? Of course, Good. Luis/Luisa well the best but only because it was the most recent.
Luis/Luisa fell back still on his knees, supporting himself with his arms. He had, not unexpectedly, a look of ecstasy on his face and he was still breathing hard. In a way, I didn’t envy him–He had one big orgasm, I had FOUR FANTASTIC orgasms. Being a woman does have its advantages!
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Not that we had Luis/Luisa tuned up, the question was: What do we do with him/her?
I felt like a little league coach sending a kid into a game.
“Luis,” I said, “remember to keep your voice low and soft. If a you come out with any ‘man sounds’…at least at first…you’re toast. Also, remember the anti-fucking dialog, ‘I’m on my period’ generally works well or, ‘I’m saving it for when I get married…or for someone special’ might work.”
Luis/Luisa nodded enthusiastically, and asked, “What if it’s a guy I really like? You know…someone I think might like…or at least not mind…my ‘male parts’?”
I put a damper on that one, “Luis! Not until you get to know the guy really well! Even then, you’re going to need to go slowly. First night…first date….NO WAY! Think BLOWJOB!”
“Blowjob?, he questioned, “ah, si, si, mamada.:
I was beginning to wonder if he had ever given one. Well, one way or another, he was about to find out.
Luis thought for a moment and asked, “But what about some girl hitting on me? I mean YOU did! What then?”
“Look, Luis, ” I started in, “I’m going ‘butch’ with you so, if some girl hits on you that you don’t like you can just look at me and I’ll act like a possessive dike. If you like her, just give me a nod and you’re free to play…BUT…go slowly…she might not entirely appreciate cross-dressers. Lots of girls do think cross-dressing guys are fun, or at least don’t mind…if the ‘equipment’ is useable, that is…well…rather like the way you and I worked out…”
Something else occurred to me, so I told him, “Luis…remember you are NOT a hooker. You are dressed attractively and would like to hook up with somebody but you’re NOT acting like a hooker or, if someone thinks that’s what you are, you slap him and break things off…Got it? I don’t want the vice cops hauling you in. That would be one hell of a thing to have to explain, wouldn’t it?”
So, off we went to “the club”.
There are easily 500 clubs in this city and, on a raucousness scale of 1 to 10, “The Shag” was a 5. It was a good pick up place; that’s what the owner, and Brit, had in mind when he named it. You know, “Shag” is Brit-speak for “Fuck”! It was too hip to be a dive and it wasn’t hip enough to attract the upscale loonies. I’d been there before. It was a fun place. If one wanted to get laid, one had a pretty good chance…sexual orientation notwithstanding. That’s why I liked it.
It was an triangular shaped bar with the apex pointing into the room. On one side the lights were kept lower and the mood more intimate; on the other side, the lights were, if not brighter, sparkling, colorful, changed hues regularly. The latter was the dancing side, often to a live group. The acoustics of the place actually kept a lot of the “noise” from the lively side from bleeding over to the intimate side. Whoever designed the layout was a genius.
We started out on the “hot” side of the place. Lots of activity, lots of music, lots of pairing up for dancing, and lots of loud chatter. One had to talk loud to be heard over the music and other chatter. It was a mixed crowd, too. College people were there in abundance; professional looking adults …such as me…were there; and lots of just ordinary folks, as well…all looking for a good time and maybe a sexual liaison..or two. What was missing were the bikers, shit-kickers, and general low life. The owner made sure of that or, rather, his two football linemen that he hired as bouncers did. No rough stuff was permitted in the bar or the parking lot.
Dowdy, as the owner was known, kept an eye out for hookers, too. He knew he couldn’t keep them out but he made sure if he spotted any solicitation, the party or parties, were quietly escorted from the bar. He knew most of the “working girls” in the area, anyway and they steered clear of “The Shag” but that’s not to say that Dowdy might not hand out a number or two of theirs on the sly…for a good customer, you understand. Dowdy was just as pleased with that arrangement and the girls were grateful…if you get my meaning.
Luis/Luisa and I, in my butch mode, were having a good time on our own. There was fun in the air and good feelings all around. I was being chatted up by a friendly but borderline obese woman…pleasant but not exactly my preference. Luis/Luisa was in on this conversation for a while but eventually was caught up talking to a couple of rather good looking guys, probably somewhere in their 20’s. I’m not sure what happened but they left to do more “prospecting’. Luis/Luisa told me later that he/she shut them down because they suggested a “threesome” and offered to pay for it…a definite no/no!
Luis/Luisa started up a conversation with another young fellow and they migrated from the loud side of the bar to the quiet side. From where I sat, I could see them both and it looked like a pleasant, friendly conversation; there were smiles and laughter from them both, in addition to some touching of hands–a sign of budding intimacy. After quite some time, perhaps an hour, Luis/Luisa came over and told me that he/she was going to leave with “Chad” to get something to eat. I gave her the go ahead.