I'd like to take a minute to salute a sexual position that, I think, gets very little press, which is too bad because it's worth considering. First, consider that the advice that many people give to those who are looking for advanced tips in cunnilingus is to shift your axis so you're going at the cunt from the side, rather than vertically. I'd like to echo that, because while it is a little harder to do, it can be a lot of fun. Going at it not like a taco but like a sandwich means you can bring your lips to bear on the lips down there in a snacking sort of way, plus you can more easily waggle your tongue from side to side on the clit. Anyway, a worthwhile change of pace for muff-divers everywhere. I've had it done and done it, and again, it takes a bit of getting used to if you're not used to orienting yourself that way, but it's worth practicing at.
That being said, similar advice in the region of cocks is seldom given. I think this stems from the fact that fucking sidesaddle is more complicated than just reorienting yourself. It's advanced technique, and if you do it wrong, it can be awkward.
For those of you looking for a visual aid, I offer the following, with my apologies for it being a Flash file.
[AV-Killed] Courtesy of SexInfo101.com.
The advantages are that it really does use the cock inside in a totally different way. The disadvantages are that it's complicated, somewhat awkward, and tiring, according to the public masses I've heard from.
It's too bad, because it really is a great change of pace. Unlike the illustration, I recommend leaning back a little and bracing with your hands, so you're more doing a crab-walk. Still, it is an athletic position.
I had forgotten how good it feels, how differently it stimulates. Then I decided to try it out on Dad, and boy howdy, I think I may have broken him. I got him to cum in record time for him, which was just as well because I think my arms would have fallen off after another few minutes. Still, a hell of a thing, and if you can manage it, the tension makes the orgasms incredible. Plus there's the whole "cock where no cock has been before" sensation of it going in sideways.
But upon reflection, I realized that there are a number of ways to enjoy sidesaddle without tiring yourself out. For one, give it a try in a chair. It won't be as deep (sitting sex positions generally aren't) but you can be a little girl sitting on his lap (Santa fetishists, start your engines) and put your arm around his neck to help keep you in place. Plenty of opportunity for kissing and fondling which you don't get sitting back to front, but there's leg room like you don't get sitting face to face.
Or, if you're not even up for that much excitement, I offer two other alternatives which will give you the same sideways excitement but letting the guy take control. First, you can lie on your back like you're going to receive missionary, but your man lies like he's crossing the T of your body. Sort of like you tipped the sidesaddle position over on its side. Vis:
[AV-Killed] Courtesy of SexInfo101.com.
Or, you can lie on your side at the edge of the bed (or whatever is supporting you) and bend your legs into an L, then your man comes at you from the side... okay, this one is definitely best explained by a visual.
[AV-Killed] Courtesy of SexInfo101.com.
The site I got these animations from is fun. Anyway, those two put the man in control, which I know some guys like [heavy understatement alert] and which saves wear and tear on your poor arms and legs. The one advantage to being on top, for me anyway, is that I can wiggle my behind in a way that a guy can't seem to match, and wriggling is the key to making a sideways cock inside even more exciting. Honestly, if I knew of a way to somehow hang myself above a guy and be able to rotate 360 degrees, I'd probably do that. Screwing can really be literally true.
Anyway, this wasn't about me so much as it was about fun. I wish I had a library of porn catalogued by position so I could offer actual porn showing these positions, but the animations are about as explicit as I'm going to get without scouring the Internet. I love you all, but there are limits to my motivation. Lest you say that these positions are only for porn stars, think again. I'm not a porn star, and I've fucked sidesaddle in the backs of cars on a number of occasions, with excellent results.
Okay, you twisted my arm. I'll tell you a story. I know that's what you really want, not me going on and on about sexual positions.
When Mari was in college, Mike, Sheri, and I took a trip to visit her. I don't recall how Mom and Dad got talked into that one, but it wasn't far, maybe a few hours away. Sheri had a car, but it was tiny. She insisted on driving without stopping all the way there, which was hard on my joints, probably Mike's too. Plus, the two of us were sitting in the back because her front seat was filled with stuff. We pushed the seats forward, but there wasn't enough room.
Of course, with nothing else to do, we started fooling around, Sheri egging us on as she drove. We'd left straight from school (now that I remember that fact, maybe we didn't ask permission to go) so I still had on my uniform, as did Mike. He had my blouse unbuttoned, my bra down exposing my nipples, and he was suckling at them like a baby. His hand was up under my skirt ruining my panties.
Well, we couldn't get Sheri to stop. She said, "You're so horny, fuck in the back of the car. I've done it." And she certainly had; I'd witnessed it on several occasions. I'm not shy about fucking in moving vehicles, even during the day on the interstate. If you drove by the car, you would have been in no doubt as to what was going on, particularly after my blouse came off completely and I was topless.
We tried to get into position, but the logistics were all wrong. I couldn't sit in his lap facing forward and we couldn't get comfortable lying across the seat. So eventually we hit on sidesaddle, in the sitting position I described earlier. I won't say it wasn't a little awkward, at least at first, but we got the hang of it after a while. Once we were all in position, he helped me raise up a little and slipped his cock up into me, and we enjoyed some bouncing as the car went over seams in the road and such. Never underestimate the value to rear-seat fucking of an improperly-maintained road. Like a vibrator for the whole body.
I was able to lean back against the window, we both moved our hips up and down mostly in sync, and it was an enjoyable way to blow off some steam. In fact, it was so enjoyable that after Mike came, we stayed sitting like that, my tits out for the world to see, his pants around his ankles, my skirt up around my belly button. Mike's refractory period was (and still is) fairly impressively short, particularly with some help and nothing better to do, so he was good to go again shortly, and we fucked again, in the same position. Toward the end, his legs fell asleep, but that didn't stop him from filling my pussy with another delightful load.
Put my hand over my pussy before I hopped off, spent the rest of the car ride playing with myself, eating cum, teasing and then blowing Mike. Even snaked a hand around the seat and fingered Sheri while she was driving. Not a good idea kids, don't try it at home. We didn't die, obviously.
When we got to Mari's college, we had to get back in presentable shape so we wouldn't drive up half-naked, so I pulled my blouse back on, left my bra and panties in the car. It was fine, because I wound up spending the night in a room other than my sister's, and panties and bra would have just been lost under the bed or something. I was too young for college guys, but Sheri bagged one, so why not me? Poor Mike had to spend the night in Mari's room.
I don't remember what the name of my host for the night was. I just know that he had booze and a single to himself and was interested in me even when it came out that I wasn't legal in any way, shape, or form. Since that only came out when he got me trashed, and he was pretty wasted by that point too, I guess maybe the fact that I was flashing my tits at him might have had something to do with his decision. It was my first experience fucking in a dorm room (although certainly not my last).
This doesn't have anything to do with sexual positions, does it? Well, if you think I'm going to leave you hanging, think again. It is getting a bit long, but what the hell.
He was stacked, ripped, whatever euphemism I have to use to express the fitness of this guy. Not a loser (well, probably a loser, but not in the college sense), not that I'm bragging about bagging a winner. He had to have been at least a Junior, what with his single room. He picked me up with one arm at one point, and while I'm not heavy, I'm not the lightest thing in the world, so that should tell you how strong he was. Beefcake, total college beefcake. What can I say, when I was younger, I was stupid and shallow. Plus, for a one-night stand, not the worst choice. He was taller than I was too, which I do enjoy, because so often it's not the case.
We met at a dance. Mari didn't even come with us; she was not the social butterfly when she was in college. Mike didn't come either because he just looked too young, and I only went because Sheri saw that it was likely that Mike and I would spend the entire evening fucking, so she dragged me there so she'd have a wingman. It wound up not being necessary; she didn't have to look far for as many cocks as she could lay her hands on. She took one guy out, came back 10 minutes later, took another guy out, came back a little after that, found a third guy and told me I was on my own, she was going to sleep in his room. She said later that he had a friend, so she got two guys, plus she was getting tired of giving blowjobs.
I got to talking with the guy who I eventually wound up with, because I wasn't feeling party, and he seemed to sense that, said he knew I was a visitor, hadn't seen me around, did I want something to drink? He had stuff back at his place, of course, so we left the party and went back there, ostensibly to get a drink and then return to the party, where hopefully alcohol would make things more enjoyable. Back then, I was a lightweight, so one drink and I got crazy. And I had more than one drink. I think he cut me off after three or four, when I started taking off my blouse. I had changed in Mari's room, because I didn't want to wear my uniform around the college; too embarrassing. But I didn't bother to put on underwear because I didn't want to go out to the car and get the only pair I brought. We weren't planning on doing more than spending the night. Again, probably because Mom and Dad didn't know we were going.
He probably cut me off because he wanted to do something other than drink, not because of any concern for my welfare. But he wasn't an asshole or anything. Perfect gentleman, didn't force himself on me; I was doing a pretty good job of forcing myself on him. I'm lucky I didn't say anything which would have come back to bite me (or Mari) in the ass. But we were both drunk, me more than him, and making out on his bed, my blouse off, nothing but a short skirt which wasn't covering anything. I got his shirt off too, and for a change I was slobbering over him, sucking his nipples, licking his chest, giggling drunkenly.
He was happy to have his cock sucked, and while I've improved my technique since with practice, I'd had a fair amount of practice up to that point (I've sucked a lot of cocks) so I think I acquitted myself well, even as drunk as I was. I can't deepthroat while I'm drunk because of gag reflex issues, but other than that, I was on my game. He was on his too, because he took quite a while to cum, but didn't mind cumming in my mouth, didn't seem to think it was the end of the evening. I hate giving a guy warm-up head only to find out after he cums that it'll be a few hours before he's ready to move on to the main event. It does happen to even me sometimes.
Then he got me on all fours, pulled my skirt off, and started licking my pussy. It was nice, not the best I've ever had, not even as good as I'd had earlier from Mike, but decent enough to get the motor running. He left me there for a moment, pulled his pants all the way off, rolled on a condom (gentleman, see) and then took me firmly from behind, gripping my hips. I think he knew I wasn't exactly new to this, but probably thought I was newer to it than I actually was. He certainly wasn't new to drunk fucking, managed to make me cum twice, once right after insertion, once just before he grunted, "You want it on your tongue again, don't you girly?" There was a fair amount of him calling me "girly" that evening after he found out how old I really was.
I would have preferred him without the condom and cumming in my pussy, but I let him pull me around and strip off the condom to cum in my face, mostly in my mouth. Then we did another shot, crawled into bed together, and spooned. I was passing out when he rolled over to pull on another condom, and I sort of floated through the second session, in and out, probably awake but not really there. He wasn't totally there either, didn't do anything but cum inside the condom, and then we both fell asleep side by side.
Woke up with the worst hangover from not eating, not drinking enough fluids, and just too much booze. Didn't feel like fucking, but I let him talk me into it. He understood about the hangover though, so we fucked gently, face to face, his hands massaging my breasts, his cock pressing into the cradle of my thighs. Then we got up unsteadily and he took me to lunch at the dining hall. I think he was hoping I was going to stay another evening, or even just go back to his room once more before leaving, but rationality had returned, and as much as I'd enjoyed myself, I gave him a kiss goodbye, probably raising a few eyebrows in the process, then went back to Mari's room.
Sheri was there napping on the couch, Mari was working, and Mike came back a few minutes later from walking around (ogling co-eds no doubt). Then we took off home, because we couldn't really stay. Sheri told us about her two guys (lucky bitch) on the ride home, which in turn made me tell them about my guy, and Mike was pissed and jealous, but relented when I started sucking his cock. And then we wound up throwing caution to the winds and fucking in the back seat again, only this time I was on my hands and knees on the seat and Mike was behind me thrusting madly, probably trying to reclaim his territory. I would bet anything that cars passing us could see two kids in the back rutting like dogs, but who gives a shit, right? We even wound up with me over the back of the back seat, my head in the trunk, and Mike straddling the drive shaft behind me.
And then I got ill all of a sudden, didn't throw up because I don't, but came close. So that was the end of the voyage for me, an object lesson in the dangers of underage alcohol abuse. My underwear sat on Sheri's car's floor for weeks before I remembered it and grabbed it.
Okay, that went really far afield, but it was begun semi-topically. I hope you enjoyed my rambling from subject to story, and as always, questions and suggestions are welcome in the usual ways.
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