A Sexy Ingredient

It’s funny how sometimes meeting at a local café with your best friend can lead to some pretty nice, albeit completely unexpected surprises but that’s exactly what happened to me about a week ago.
And to think it all started when the subject about circumcision came up.
Now, as far as I’m concerned the jury’s still out when it comes to the question I know has probably crossed the minds of some women at one time or another; what’s better, a circumcised cock or one that isn’t?

Sheila, for instance, this incredibly sexy blonde I have been friends with since my college days, doesn’t like men who’ve been circumcised. She says it just looks funny and swears the way they feel inside isn’t the same as a man whose foreskin is still attached.
“He just felt so, I don’t know… incomplete when were together.” She told me that afternoon as we were sipping our lattes.
Now, before I go further I also have to mention the relationship Sheila and I have had over the years has gone through just about every phase you could imagine. As I said we were good friends during college and had adjoining dorm rooms and one week when a leaky pipe all but flooded out her room we wound up becoming roommates for an entire semester, shared everything and even became lovers for a little while.
It’s not to say we were exclusive. We both had previous experiences with girls and after our first night of lovemaking we agreed there were just too many opportunities on campus to pass up and even wound up a couple of times enjoying a threesome with the guy either of us were seeing. There was even this one very wild time when we went to victory party hosted by our football team (they won the state championship) and both got to find out what it was like to have more than one man at a time.
Things cooled off between us after we each started exclusively dating the guy we thought was “the man of our dreams.” We went our separate ways for a few years, the demands of careers, marriages and children (mine three, hers two) basically kept us from doing more than exchanging the occasional chat or letter.
It wasn’t until we were both going through our very painful divorces that we began to keep in touch and it was after our first chat in the café that we grew to be very fond of, that we agreed to let the past remain in the past and to be there for each other as friends unless we were both sure things could be different.
Looking back, I guess things would have remained the same until that afternoon when the subject about past boyfriends came up and whether circumcision made any big difference when it came to sex.
“And when we had oral I swear he tasted… odd,” she said and just before I was about to share my opinion, that the lack of or presence of a foreskin makes absolutely no difference, her phone rang.
“It’s Debbie, she’s caught sick and wants to come home.” I heard her say after pursing her lips and giving her half empty cup of still hot coffee a mournful look. Sheila has always been a coffee fanatic and regards the waste of a good cup a cardinal sin.
The café was in the same shopping mall as the grocery story where I do most of my food shopping and as I was strolling towards the front entrance I couldn’t help but think about the subject we were talking about, basically, circumcision. You see, as far as I’m concerned, nothing, absolutely nothing feels like a hard, straight penis.  If it’s my mouth, pussy or ass I really don’t care if there’s a foreskin or not as long as the man it’s attached to is clean, sane and decent.
When I got to the checkout line this very handsome, young black man came up to help bag my groceries, the incredibly sexy smile he flashed me causing these warm tendrils of desire to blossom in my tummy just before I felt this pleasant, itchy sensation on my nipples. He chatted very amiably and even offered to help me take my bags to the car, making me wish I had driven there instead of walking even if it was a short distance and after I said goodbye I couldn’t help look back to admire his slim, handsome body under his uniform.
Then, it all came together.
You see, when I got back home and was putting away my food I suddenly remembered the name on the badge that good looking young man at the store had on his uniform was the same as the first man I ever had sex with who was circumcised.
“Alan.”
His name came into my head just as I was sorting out the vegetables and I found myself repeating it while recalling the three times Alan and I had sex and the location, the College Library.
Back then, I was in my second semester (I became friends with Sheila that following year) and had already enjoyed sex with a few guys, all of them uncircumcised, some very adept and good in bed or the backs seats of their cars while others were basically lazy pricks that expected me to do all the work.
I met Alan one day while studying for a test and felt an instant attraction towards his nice smile, smooth, close cropped hair and slender body, his skin that deliciously dark hue that reminded me of dark chocolate. He was waiting for a scholarship to come through that would allow him to pursue his Masters degree out of state and was working in the library full time to make ends meet. After a few conversations with him I couldn’t help feel this very intense attraction to him and just thinking of him always caused this warm, wet sensation between my crotch as well as this itchy feeling in my nipples (yes, that does happen to me when I either notice or think of a good looking man who strikes my fancy).
Well, one thing led to another and on that particular evening when I knew he’d be working late I wore the shortest little skirt I had, a little strappy top, high heels and paid him a visit. I really liked the way he looked at me and before long we were exchanging a long, deep kiss in the back of the library among the bookshelves. His hands just seemed to glide all over my body, touching me everywhere I liked to be touched as we literally devoured eachother’s lips. Our tongues entwined like mating snakes, his hot sweet breath filled my mouth.
While we were taking a breath I asked him if anyone came back their as his hands slipped inside my skirt, my little black thong allowing me to enjoy his beautiful hands on my naked cheeks. He assured me no one came back here that late. As a matter of fact, this area we were in was used on occasion by other couples who needed a little break while studying.
By the time he finished telling me that I had already unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. The shaft felt nice, hard and warm but when I wrapped a palm around his knob I felt a round, smooth shape and looked down to my surprise to see it naked and glistening in my hand.
I was shocked and when he asked me if anything was wrong I did the only thing a girl could do in that situation. I got down on my knees and took him as deep as my throat could allow.
It felt great and when I began sucking real hard I saw Alan brace himself against the shelves, his subtle gasps and moans music to my ears and after I began humming a little tune (something my sorority sisters had taught me) I felt his body shiver and heave just before the tiny little sweat pearl of his pre-come jetted in my mouth.
Then, he surprised me by pulling out of my mouth and cupping my face, the little drops of sweat on his forehead making me want to lick them off and I was about to do that after he helped me stand but then, he said one of the nicest things I ever heard.
“I don’t want to come just yet. Let me feast on you for a while.”
I literally devoured that incredible mouth of his while groping his hard, beautiful body as if he were the only man on earth. After he slipped my thong down my legs and turned me around I thrust my ass out as far as possible while leaning on a bookshelf so he could bury his hot tongue in my achingly wet love hole.
He had this wonderful technique of alternating between playful nibbles on my wet, shaven lips and the occasional fingering but after a while, my curiosity was up. I had to feel his cock inside of me.
“Take me now,” I said as the hot tendrils of desire coursed under my skin and when he stood I reached back, took that lovely, wonderfully hard, circumcised dick in my hand and guided it inside my pussy, his solid, round, bare knob parting my lips before filling me up in the most deliciously manner a hard cock can only do .
It was so good. I loved the way he slid in and out of me and when he grabbed my tits and started playing with my nipples that delicious feeling sent waves of pleasure all over me and when we kissed I could still taste the flavor of my pussy still in his mouth. Before long I was coming and struggling not to scream out loud, my body quaking and heaving just as Alan surged and gushed inside of me, his hot come bathing my pussy.
So that was the first time. We met to fuck a couple of other times as well, once in a private study room and the last time we actually had anal in the projection room of the Library’s theater when Alan had to be there to work the projector. By then I had made friends with this exquisitely sexy little girl named Ann who had a doll face, a great figure and one of the best asses I ever saw on a woman. She was a part time fitness model and had a very, very active social life and one time, while we were chatting she shared with me a sexy little secret when the subject of anal sex came up.
“Organic coconut oil,” she said with that sexy little voice of hers. “It’s the best and I use it my pussy as well.”
The eager smile on her face and the way her eyes lit up when she described having two guys at one time after hooking up with them at a club and how slick and deliciously sexy the coconut oil made her instantly convinced me. She told me the address of the local health food store that stocked the particular brand she liked and even advised me to put some in a little squeeze tube since it would be better than fumbling with the lid.
So that night after we made out for a while as the movie played on the projector (I was glad it was some kind of opera that would mask out any loud screams I knew I would make), I was just about ready for anything but by then I was really craving his hot, delicious come and decided to do him first. I sucked and stroked his cock until he gushed in my mouth and didn’t stop until he was hard again and kept on going until he was literally begging me to stop (another little trick I learned from Ann).
There was a table in the booth used for stacking canisters of but the other side was empty. Since I loved the way Alan’s tongue went deep inside my pussy I sauntered over to it while keeping my eyes on the almost rapt expression on his face before bending over and shaking my bare ass in his face (it was a night to feel the freedom, so to say).
I was treated to one of the best mouthings I ever had in my entire life. His tongue teased and licked every fold and crease as his hands cupped and stroked my bare cheeks and when his fingers stroked my belly before sliding down to my crotch and finding my clit I came hard and fast, the orgasm taking over ever nerve, leaving me deliciously spent.
I almost forgot about the coconut oil as I lay bent over that table, cupping my tits and liking the way my hard nipples dug into my palms (my top by then was draped over a nearby chair) but when I felt him start licking my anus with that terrific tongue of his I glanced to where my bag lay but decided to wait for a little while.
It just felt so, so good, his tongue probing my cheek hole as he squeezed and caressed my legs, his fingers almost strumming the soft flesh of my inner thighs making me just want to revel in the incredibly sexy waves of pleasure I was bathing in but after a while, I just had to feel him inside me.
I gestured to the my bag was and told him to bring the little squeeze bottle over and the big smile on his face I saw after looking over my shoulders and spreading my cheeks was all he needed before I felt the oil seep inside my cleft and his slick finger gently massage my anus.
Again I felt the rounded, naked tip of his cock stimulate my body but this time, it was my slickly lubricated anus and the way he slowly eased inside of me as every ridge and bump on his cock sent these erotically charged sensations that literally took my breath away. Before long I was telling him to fuck away, every thrust making me gasp for air as Alan’s hard hips pressed against my rounded buttocks, his fingers stroking my clit, bringing me to yet another orgasm. It didn’t take long for Alan to come inside me as well, his hot come jetting inside my belly as I heard him groan and hiss, every thrust making me quake with pleasure until he collapsed on top of me.
And that, was it.
A week later Alan’s scholarship came through which meant he could finally pursue his graduate degree in another state and needless to say, I was disappointed but also knew that would happen any day. I guess, looking back the unavoidable separation we both knew had to happen only enhanced the sex and all I can say is I was really, really glad it happened and after so many years the memories of that sexy encounter with Alan actually led the unexpected surprises I mentioned earlier.
First of all, Alan (the handsome young man I met at the grocery store) is, to my very pleasant surprise, circumcised.
Yes, I am a mother of three but I’ve managed to keep my body trim and fit and actually think I look better now than when I was in my college days (a woman in her forties with kids can look good in a thong bikini as long as she works for it) and, I’m glad to say Alan thinks so too. He even told me one time after we made love, the pleasantly erotic scent of coconut oil lingering in the air as we lay naked in each others arms, sweaty and wonderfully spent, that he had absolutely no desire to have known me when I was younger after I brought up the subject.
“You’re body is perfect and you know what you like and how you like it.” He told me while caressing me with his lovely, dark hands.
The other unexpected surprise was actually for Sheila, especially on that time when Alan and I were supposed to double date with her and her boyfriend at this very nice beachside resort. Sheila’s boyfriend wound up making some lame excuse to break up with her the day before but I made sure she forgot about him and after the very hot threesome we had in the resort’s private sauna I can honestly say she has changed her mind about circumcised men.
Needless to say, we used lots and lots of coconut oil that weekend.

© 2009 N Vasco

N Vasco has been writing erotica for about ten years now. He has had his work featured in publications such as GC magazine, the SCORE Group’s LegSex, Penthouse Variations and Buttman Magazine. He has also had the pleasure of having his work featured in e-zines such as AmatoryInk.com, JustusRoux.com, OystersandChocolate.com, RuthiesClub.com and TasselsandTales.com. He is a native of Colombia, South America, was raised in New York and currently resides in Florida where he lives with his wife, two children and one very arrogant cat.