Fun With Fag Hag And Friends

About 20 years ago I was working in a small college town with few dating prospects. One woman I started to get to know was an adjunct instructor about 20 years older than me, with the unusual name of Rose Loving. Her parents must have had high prospects giving her such a sweet name, but there was a great deal of irony in it when she grew up: for in public she was often cold and standoffish, formal, blunt, and exacting in her conversations. She was also not very pretty, tall with an angular face, She was somewhat more relaxed around a small group of friends, and I soon learned she was a self-identified "f*g hag" who spent a lot of time with a group of gay men who even on campus often had to keep their identity on the downlow, but could be more open around Rose and a few other people. My first clue was when she invited me to meet with them, and I saw one of them reading "The Advocate," which I'm guessing he picked up as I entered to see if I would get the clue, and perhaps to find out if I was gay. I did, for like Rose I had earlier attended a much larger and more cosmopolitan university, and felt a little out of place in this remote rural area.

They were clearly comfortable making sexual innuendo around Rose, and I distinctly recall one time they were making some desert and playing around with a whip cream spray can, and one guy asked Rose to stand still so could could spray some on her face "to see what she would look like with white cream on her face," which made her laugh even though the resemblance to cum was of course pretty thin. I remember being slightly surprised that a gay man would have an interest in seeing a woman with something cum-like on her face (which as a straight man I absolutely love), but I guess this was my introduction to the fluidity of talk about sexuality which gay culture was comfortable with, and I realized it wasn't all about just cumming with a guy, but about openness to a variety of sexual expressions, which was an important experience for me at the time.

Later, I was alone with Rose in the yard and talking to her about sex, and she bluntly mentioned that she preferred (receiving) oral sex to all other kinds of activity, and I mentioned that I liked this, though also liked receiving it. That kind of killed the conversation at the moment, but on another day she asked me if I was dating anyone; I said no, and she suggested that I consider letting one of her friends suck me off, since they enjoy making a straight man do this. I said that I wasn't attracted to men, and she said she understood, since she wasn't attracted to women, but occasionally when she was tired of men she let a woman eat her out, and appreciated the skill and non-possessiveness a lesbian could bring, even if it didn't turn her on. I thought about it a bit, and said I might be able to enjoy that if a woman was watching, to which she replied "I get that."

Fast forward a few weeks, and I was invited to another party at the gay men's apartment, Rose picked me up, and after an hour or so mentioned that I might allow myself to be sucked off if she watched, and a young heavy man quickly volunteered. I was really nervous, but Rose encouraged me so before long I was unzipped and suddenly had my cock wolfed down by a man for the first time in my life. She sometimes watched me, but sometimes just sipped her tea and talked to the other guys while this was going on. I wanted to reach out and touch her but she was too far away. This went on for about 10 minutes and I thought surely I couldn't cum in a man's mouth, but he was too soft and strong in his action, and deepthroated me for the first time, which made me ejaculate hard down his throat as Rose stared at me impassively.

I was worn out and soon started to nap on a couch, waking later to eat some dinner. She took me home again, and I said now I just needed some pussy to eat to make the night complete. She stared ahead at the windshield as if judging me for my remark, and after a minute said "you know I'm not interested in you romantically?" I agreed, and said it could just be about sex. She then said I needed to follow her instructions very closely or it wouldn't work, I promised to try but admitted that it takes time to learn a new partner's needs. She came inside and after we both washed up a bit led me into the bedroom, and laid me on my back. She then took off her pants and panties and sat on my face. Fortunately she was well-trimmed so I didn't get tickled, and could follow her directions to go straight for her clitoris and lick strongly and continuously. She braced herself on the wall and pressed herself down slightly lower as I lapped against her fishy-smelling bud. She stared at me impassively, looking like she was making a stern judgment, and rode me for several minutes until she cried out in a rather controlled orgasm. The she sat down and looked at the wall for a few minutes before seeing herself out, saying "thanks, that worked for me."