I’ve never written anything before so please don’t be too hard on me. I only took the required English courses in Texas, both in high school and at the University of Texas. I don’t know where to begin so I’ll start when I was in high school. My folks didn’t have any money. My Dad worked at the newspaper in the circulation department and he never made more than four hundred dollars a month. I have an older sister and an older brother and growing up I usually wore my older sister’s clothes. But, I knew my parents loved me and they raised me to be a responsible individual.
Oh, I forgot to tell you a little bit about myself, today. All my friends think I’m attractive and some even ‘hot.’ I’m five feet six inches tall and weigh a hundred and twenty-three pounds. My hair is light brown with blonde streaks and I wear it around my shoulders. My measurements are 34C/25/35 and I have mauve colored nipples. Guys have checked me out my entire life so I guess they think that I’m desirable. I exercise to keep in shape and if I’m not jogging I’ll spend an hour on my stationary bike four or five times a week.
I dated several guys in high school and while I didn’t go ‘all the way’ with any of them, that would come later. I was with several boys that I had a lot of sex with, you know? A girl can do a lot with a guy without having sexual intercourse. I loved my sexual experiences, every bit of them. I love to express myself sexually. Oh, in case I forget to tell you later, my favorite number is ’69.’
I had my first serious boyfriend in the ninth grade. We’d go to the education building at church, which was closed on Sunday evenings, and make out. I let him play with my already well-developed breasts, but only on the outside of my clothing. The first time I let him go further was at his house the weekend his parents were in Los Angeles. It was a Saturday afternoon and his parents had left his older sister to ‘chaperone’ him. His sister wanted to go to a party and she spent the night with a girlfriend after threatening her brother with bodily harm if he told his parents. That worked out fine for us.
We were together Saturday from noon until late that night. My mother thought I was at my girlfriend’s house. It was a dark winter’s day and we were in his den lying on a thick area rug under an afghan watching pornographic movies. We were next to each other and he had his left arm around me and his left hand was cupping my left breast. I hadn’t worn a bra and I don’t wear one very often, even today because I don’t need one. The sound was a little high so I whispered in his ear and turned my head so he could whisper into mine. His breath in my ear made me shiver and his lips brushed my cheek by accident, but they strayed to my lips on purpose. His lips moved slowly over mine as his hand moved to the buttons on my blouse and began unbuttoning them. Now his right hand was on my already erect nipples and began to tease them. My lips parted, not from the pressure of his tongue, but from the overwhelming sensations I felt inside my body. His tongue didn’t hesitate and it accepted my invitation and slipped inside my mouth. We kissed for a long time and then we kissed again. Our tongues worked together swirling, probing and exploring. I didn’t even feel it when he took my blouse off until he began sucking my nipples in earnest. His mouth covered my mauve colored nipples, first one and then the other. I loved what he was doing to me.
My hands pulled his shirt out of his jeans and then he was helping me as he pulled it over his head and pitched it onto a nearby chair. My nipples were as hard as tiny pebbles as we continued kissing. His mouth was wet, maybe even a little too much, but I was getting off on his blatant hunger to taste me. I savored every moment of the heady sensations I felt as I sucked on his tongue. His fingers dug into the flesh of my breasts and I realized I was squeezing my thighs together rhythmically. My sopping pussy pulsated delightfully.
Through half-closed eyes I saw his hard cock straining at the front of his pants just before he rolled on top of me. He began to slowly grind his hips down against mine and I felt his hard cock rubbing against my pussy through the thin material of my skirt. My body responded involuntarily and my hips arched upwards to meet his. I didn’t feel his hand between my legs at first until it moved upwards to the vee between my thighs. He began rubbing my pussy and I loved his hands on me. They made me feel close to him and they felt good. No one had ever done that to me before. I was excited and I found it hard to breathe. I mean, I tried to breathe normally but I was too turned on.
We stood up and my boyfriend closed the curtains and turned off the movie. We kissed him as we stood facing each other. I thought I loved him. My hands went to my waist and I undid the snap to my skirt and stepped out of it, placing it beside my blouse. I let my hands slip to the elastic of my panties before I lost my courage and I pulled them down and stepped out of them, too. I was naked in front of a boy for the first time in my life and I liked the feeling.
I whispered almost hoarsely, “Now it’s your turn!” He pulled his jeans down along with his jockey shorts and pitched them into a nearby chair. His hard dick stood straight out and pointed at me as if saying, “I want you.” My hand reached for it without thinking and I jacked it up and down. He took me into his arms again and held me tightly against him. I liked the feeling of his arms around me as he held tightly. I put his cock between my legs, trapping it between my thighs as we kissed passionately.
My boyfriend put his hand on the back of my neck and steered me toward his bedroom. When we reached his bed we pulled the covers down and lay down beside each other. I pulled the sheet up over our ankles as we snuggled. I was holding his dick and he was fingering my smoothly shaven pussy. When we kissed, as we lay naked together in his bed I felt very ‘grown up.’
I was lying on my back with my legs parted as my boyfriend kneeled between my thighs. His head was almost on my stomach when he began to lick my pussy. I almost jumped off the bed the first time his tongue touched my clit. I think I began to moan almost immediately. Soon, my head swung from side to side on his pillow. My eyes were closed, my mouth was open and I made soft unintelligible sounds. I thought I was going to die when he made me cum! I really thought I was going to die. I lay there trying to catch my breath and squeezing my breasts. He didn’t stop licking my clit. He knew what to do to turn me on and he did it. I wasn’t even thinking as my hands went to my lips and pulled them apart so he had direct access to my clitoris. His tongue rapidly flicked back and forth over it until I was screaming again only this time much louder. He didn’t stop and I didn’t want him to stop. He pursed his lips and sucked my swollen clit into his mouth. My hips rose up off the bed to meet his tongue and I beat my fists against the bed as I begged him, “Yes, oh yes, my love. Suck my clit! Please suck it hard, make me cum again, please don’t stop! Don’t ever stop! Aaahhh! Now, Yes! I’m cumming again!”
I understand some women have a hard time having an orgasm, but not me. I can cum over and over again. The more times that I cum the more intense my next orgasm will be. I don’t remember how many times he made me cum. I stopped counting. My eyes were glazed and my pussy tingled blissfully. I wanted to do make my boyfriend feel good too. When I’d recovered enough to sit up I took his swollen cock in my hands. I loved the way it felt. It was so hot and smooth. It throbbed when I squeezed it and I squeezed it as hard as I could. I lowered my head and guided it between my lips and into my mouth. It was angry looking and so demanding! I think I knew even back then that I was born to be a cocksucker and a cumslut.
I gently cupped his tight balls with my left hand as I licked and sucked them. At first, I didn’t know what to do so I experimented. I licked and sucked his dick and then I licked his balls. I moved a little lower and my tongue licked his asshole. I liked that too and it drove him crazy. He loved it when I put my tongue under the head of his dick and flicked it upwards. I began rapidly flicking my tongue under the head and I nibbled on it like I was trying to give it a hickey. He was going nuts and he put his hands on the back of my head and pulled me against his groin and held me tightly. I had his whole dick in my mouth! I tried to breathe and I struggled desperately, trying not to choke. I relaxed and as I became more comfortable I realized I could take his dick all the way into my mouth. I began to let his dick slide out of my mouth until just the thick head was in my mouth and I gently scraped it with my teeth. Then, I moved my head forward and swallowed all of it. He went crazy when I had all of it in my mouth. His dick was all the way inside my mouth when I felt it twitch. It seemed like it was growing a little bigger. He stiffened and held my head tighter and groaned loudly as he cried, “Baby! Here it comes!” In seconds, he flooded my mouth with thick gobs of his, hot semen. This had never happened to me before and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to do with my mouthful of his cum, so I swallowed it.
When he recovered, he told me how he’d been snooping in his parent’s room after the Christmas holidays. He discovered a box of pictures in a dresser drawer under behind a box of envelopes. There were pictures of his parents with several other couples and everyone was naked. In several pictures his mother, who was very pretty, had been lying on top of one of his dad’s friends. She had his dick in her mouth while his head was buried in her ass. In another picture she was on her hands and knees and the man behind her with his big dick buried in her pussy. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open and her face was wrinkled up as if she was in pain. Then, he realized, his mom was cumming on his dad’s friend’s dick! He told me when he saw that he’d gotten a boner and jacked off three times.
I got on top of him while he put his head between my thighs like his mom and the man in the picture. He began flicking his tongue upwards at the top of my vagina while I began to lick and suck his seven-inch cock. I tried to get the tip of my tongue in his pee hole, but it was too small. I don’t know if it was the position or what but it wasn’t long before my legs shook wildly. My thighs squeezed my boyfriend’s head tightly and I began to cum. I lost count of which orgasm that was and I’d quit keeping score. Within seconds, he stiffened and I sucked hard and swallowed his hot semen again. I really liked the taste of his cum. I wondered if all guys cum tasted the same way. It tasted different, a little salty, but I liked it. I liked it and I wanted more of it. I knew I wanted to do that to other guys so I could taste their cum, too. I sucked my boyfriend’s cock so many times that the last time there was no cum left. I had sucked his dick dry. We went together for over a year until his father got a job across the country and his folks moved away.
I dated several other guys that I liked. Lots of guys asked me out but I wasn’t into being a social butterfly. I studied a lot and it paid off because I graduated second in my high school class. When I was going into my senior year a young stud that was a sophomore developed a crush on me. I met him that summer when I was a lifeguard at the city pool. He made a point of coming up and talking to me a lot. He was nice and I liked him. He was on the high school swimming team and he was six feet tall and he had muscles. I liked his build and I had a hard time keeping my eyes off the bulge in his Speedo swimming suit. I think he noticed me looking and I even blushed on one occasion. I remember thinking about him at night when I masturbated in my bath. When he asked me out, I didn’t hesitate and flirtingly said, “I thought you were never going to ask me.” His name was Stan and he was so cute. He had a good sense of humor and his parents had a lot of money. They gave him a car as soon as he had his driver’s license even though he was in the tenth grade.
The first time he took me out we went to a movie. On the way home we stopped at a city park by a lake not far from where I lived. He had a blanket in the trunk of his car and we spread it out under the stars. We were several blocks off of Kearney Street. Kearney Street didn’t have much traffic, especially at night. No one could see Stan’s car and we were all alone. We talked and laughed and then he suddenly kissed me fully upon my lips. As soon as his lips touched mine I opened my mouth and our tongues entwined. I loved his tongue in my mouth and my tongue entered his mouth on its own. I felt a familiar feeling begin to stir deep inside me. Coming up for air we were both breathing hard as we kissed again, only this time our kiss lasted much longer.
I rolled over on my back and he was on top of me. I’d worn a skirt and a short-sleeved blouse and he was wearing jeans and a shirt. My legs were parted and he lay on top of me between them. We kissed once more and we were both turned on as his hands wondered everywhere caressing and fondling me. I loved the way that he touched me and I didn’t stop him. He put his hand under my blouse and I said, “No wait!” I sat up, unbuttoned it and took it off. I wasn’t wearing a bra because I’d stopped wearing a bra except to school. I didn’t need one and I don’t wear a bra today except to work. I unsnapped his jeans and he pulled them down and nearly fell. I laughed and then he took off his jockey shorts and I stopped laughing. His dick was so big and beautiful that it made my mouth water. He pulled my skirt down and I slipped my panties off and we were both naked under the Texas night sky. I held his throbbing dick in my hands and squeezed it as our mouths pressed together again. His right hand was all over my pussy and he buried his middle finger inside me followed by another finger. I moaned into his mouth as he began slowly finger fucking me with both fingers. It was nice, he wasn’t jack hammering me like some guys did. It was just nice and easy and he was hitting all my sweet spots. He had taken control and his hard dick was trapped against my thigh as I closed my eyes and breathed hoarsely and I shook wildly when he made me cum. I lay there with my eyes closed and a sated expression upon my face. In a few minutes I opened my eyes and smiled at him. I kissed him sensuously and reached for his hard dick.
I began stroking his dick up and down and he groaned. I smiled with delight as my tongue bathed the length of his cock with my saliva before I eagerly took the head of his cock into my mouth. He groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. He thrust upwards without warning and he placed his hands behind my head. I had his entire dick in my mouth and my lips pressed against his pubic hair. I love to suck a hard dick and I’ll suck one every chance I get. I slowly worked my mouth back and forth on his dick and my lips formed a tight circle around it. My tongue was everywhere as I nibbled and licked and sucked his dick. Suddenly, without warning, his semen flooded my mouth. My lips tightened around his dick and instinctively I began to swallow his semen even as I continued to suck his cum out of his cock. I wanted every drop. It was mine!
We went together even when he was a senior and I was attending a local community college. I was dating other guys too, though. I was running around with a girlfriend at the time named Rita. She was a little promiscuous and also a little crazy but I liked her. She drew guys like flies but they wanted only one thing. Since I was with her so much many of them asked me out. I loved to dance so I went clubbing with her along with some of her friends. I knew I was addicted to sucking cock, not that it was a bad thing, and I enjoyed satisfying almost every guy I dated. One night we were dancing at a club and I took three different guys out to their cars and sucked each of them off. I was serious about getting my college education, but I was serious about sucking cock, too. I loved teasing a guy and I’d learned that sucking a hard dick was fun in and of itself, but ‘swallowing a guy’s cum was the icing on the cake.’
My junior year of college was in Austin at UT where I was a drama major. My folks didn’t have the money to send me to school so I had to work and I paid my own way. Drama students are probably the same everywhere, I don’t know. I had plenty of sex my junior and senior years at Texas. I stayed within my parameter of oral sex until my senior year. I was working as the manager of a Dairy Queen when I met a western singer. He had long hair and he was so cute and he would come in and order coffee and write western songs. He knew I was in my last year at UT and he asked me out and he took me to a place called The Celler. It was kind of a Bohemian club, but there were a lot of hippie clubs in Austin back then. There still are. I had a good time and about a week later he asked me out again. He took me to Hippie Hollow at Lake Travis out of Round Rock, Texas. We went skinny dipping there with a lot of other people. That was one of the few times I ever smoked marijuana. Heck, I didn’t even smoke cigarettes.
It was late February, but the sun was already warm and we lay naked and tanned while we talked. He rolled a joint and I smoked it with him between coughing fits. In a little he rolled another joint and passed it to me again. I was stoned and I wanted his big dick. Lying beside him my mouth watered because I wanted to suck his dick so bad. I don’t know if he could tell how wet I was, but I was dripping. I was so wasted that I wouldn’t have stopped him if he’d fucked me in front of all the people there. To make a long story short I went to bed with him and then I moved in with him. I liked sucking his dick and I liked fucking him. He even fucked my ass and that hurt, but I let him do me anyway. I don’t know why I let him do what I let him do. I thought that I was in love with him. And, I thought it was time for me to ‘become a woman’. I thought that spring when I graduated he would ask me to marry him. He didn’t. So, I moved back home after graduation.
I was living at home with my parents and I had my degree in drama from UT. A degree in drama wasn’t worth that much and I knew I’d better find a job. I went to work as a bank teller in a bank in Highland Park. Highland Park was and still is a very affluent suburb in Dallas and in Texas, for that matter. Little did I know that this was where I would meet my future husband.
I’d been at the bank for about nine months when a man walked in one day who wasn’t a customer, but he wanted to open an account. He was in his mid-thirties, about five feet ten or eleven inches tall and he had a muscular build. He had brown hair, blue eyes and a nice smile, but he wore a worried look that day. He had just withdrawn a large amount of money from an account he had at another bank. I helped him open an account and I liked him. He seemed to be a real nice guy. Still there seemed to be something a little strange about him. Before he left he thanked me and said, “We’ll have to have lunch someday,” and he walked out of the bank. I was a little taken back because I wasn’t sure I wanted to have lunch with him.
It was almost a month later before the man returned to the bank to deposit a check. I smiled at him and he recognized me. He remembered he had asked me to lunch. He asked me to have lunch with him again later that week. His name was Charlie Sanders and he worked in sales. He was very good and he made a lot of money. He noticed my hesitation when he’d asked me that day. When he took me to lunch the following Wednesday we walked to a nearby restaurant. We had a nice time and I enjoyed being with him.
He explained to me why he’d opened an account at my bank. He’d been married for fifteen years and his wife had become involved with her boss. He’d suspected her affair for some time and they were in the process of getting a divorce. He had withdrawn the money from their account only hours before she had gone to the bank to get the money. He put the money in the account and he took the money out of the account. I liked his candor and I knew I was beginning to like him.
After lunch we walked back to the bank and he asked me out to dinner the following weekend. I was delighted and I accepted his invitation. Although I was living with my parents I was staying with my sister and brother-in-law that weekend. Charlie picked me up at their house and we went to dinner and had a wonderful time. I was beginning to like him more and more. He took me home and walked me up to the door and stuck out his hand to shake hands. Instead, I grabbed him and my mouth was on his lips kissing him. He only kissed me once, but I knew it was a promise of things to come.
We began to date every weekend and in less than a month I was in his bed at his fashionable apartment in North Dallas. It was the first time that I came while a man was fucking me. Charlie was and is a fantastic lover. However, I worked with a close friend at the bank who was married to a seminary student. She really tugged at my heart and persuaded me not to have sex before marriage and I told Charlie we couldn’t do that until we were married. Charlie loved me and we made up for it with oral sex. He asked me to marry him a year later and after a short engagement we were married. We lived in an apartment for six months before we purchased a home in a nearby suburb.
When we first married Charlie wanted sex every night and even more on weekends. After we married I told him there were two things I wanted to do. I wanted to learn how to ride a horse and to scuba dive. Three years after we were married he came home and told me to get my bathing suit. He had signed us up for scuba diving lessons. We learned to scuba dive, what I’d wanted to do, and we began to dive in Mexico and Latin America. Today, we’ve been divers and instructors for almost fifteen years. Charlie is a physical fitness buff and works out every day and now I’m one, too.
I’ll be the first to admit that I’d had a sheltered up bringing and limited sexual experience compared to Charlie. He came from an upper middle class, socio-economic background. He was older and had been with many women. Sometimes we made love for a couple of hours and he wore my ass out in bed, but he still felt that I needed more experience. I didn’t want ‘more experience.’
A couple of years later, Charlie went through one of his phases. He has them now and then, you know. He began bringing home adult videos and DVD’s for me to watch. The DVD’s and tapes were ‘enlightening’ for a girl of my limited experience. I was blown away when he purchased all those sex toys for me, but after I tried several of them I was ‘converted.’ Several nights a week Charlie would set out my favorite vibrator, which was my Magic Wand, along with several tapes and tell me, “To get naked.” He told me to put on a robe if I felt more comfortable until he left but he insisted that I watch them and play with my toys when he went to work out at a Gold’s Gym three nights a week. I watched some unbelievably huge guys fuck some very hot young girls. I watched a lot of interracial sex with black dudes who had donkey dicks fucking beautiful white women, a number of whom were happily married. I didn’t know how they could take dicks that big. I mean they were bigger than my arm. I watched a lot of beautiful girls making love with other girls while I masturbated with my toys. For some reason the idea of making love with another woman turned me on, but I didn’t tell Charlie. I would cum again and again and then Charlie would come home and we would make love.
Charlie also bought me all kinds of makeup; lipstick, mascara, eye shadow, glitter and perfume. He bought me sexy clothes; mini skirts, see-thru blouses, sexy bras and thongs, pantyhose and nightgowns and a lot of clubwear. He even bought several whips and a couple of pair of handcuffs and thumb cuffs. I wondered about those things.
We began to go to swinging singles clubs and meat markets every weekend where a lot of good-looking people went and we were having a blast. Charlie encouraged me to wear the risqué clothing he’d purchased for me and to put my make up on a lot heavier than I would have ordinarily. He told me to forget about wearing a bra but I never do anyway so that was no big deal. I knew he wanted to show me off. I’m a dancing fool and I looked forward to going out every weekend. We explored different clubs and I knew he was looking for a club where they really got down. We were at a club one weekend when I wanted to dance to a particular song and Charlie said, “Sure.” We walked onto the dance floor and I learned very quickly that my husband didn’t know how to dance.
I tried to teach him and he tried to learn but it was like he had two left feet. However, we still went clubbing every weekend. One evening Charlie went to the men’s room when the disc jockey played one of my favorite songs. I wanted to dance so badly! This good-looking man apparently saw me sitting there alone and asked me to dance and I smiled and said, “Certainly.” I was having so much fun dancing that when Charlie returned he didn’t see me for ten minutes. He thought that I had gone to the ladies room. He finally spotted me during a slow song and he smiled at me. When the guy brought me back to our table I introduced him to my husband. On the way home Charlie told me that he was surprised at how excited he’d become watching me dancing with another man.
He began talking to me about me being with another guy and I was a little concerned, but I thought he meant dancing with another guy. I agreed that I liked dancing with other men and I added, “You know how much I love to dance.” I decided if it was all right with him I would dance with other men. I tried to find men to dance with me for almost a month and I didn’t have any luck. I even asked a few guys on my own and it was deflating to my ego when they said, “Later.” The night that guy asked me to dance I was alone. When we walked into a club together, no one asked me to dance. I had an idea one night as we were on our way to a club that was rumored to be especially hot. I suggested to Charlie that he drop me at the club’s entrance and I would go in alone. After he had parked the car he could find me. He interjected, “If you are dancing with a guy and having a good time I won’t interrupt you. I want to watch you have a good time with another guy and I know how much you like to dance. I’ll buy a drink or two and enjoy the show.” He gave me twenty dollars if I needed it to buy a drink as he let me out of the car.
That evening I was wearing a short black skirt and a knit top that was beige. Charlie bought me two of them just alike in Mexico. It had a button up top and I’d left the top three buttons unbuttoned at his insistence. Without a bra you could see my nipples, but most clubs are dark anyway. As soon as I entered the club two guys asked me to dance with them at the same time! I laughed and said, “One at a time.” I checked my coat and found a table and ordered a drink when one of the guys came up and led me onto the dance floor. The music was eclectic and I liked it. I had already had a double long island tea at home so I was loose and relaxed. The man asked me what I had been drinking and when I told him I had just ordered a drink he signaled for the waitress to bring me another long island tea. He was a great dancer and I was having more fun dancing than I’d had in a long time.
His friend interrupted us in a little while and said, “It was his turn to dance with me.” So I danced with him for a while and I was having fun with him, too.. I’d spotted Charlie and he waved at me to keep dancing and I nodded. I wanted to anyway, I was just getting warmed up.
In a little while the first guy came back with another man who he introduced to me and another long island tea. I told him laughingly, “I can’t drink anymore.” I already had a little buzz going but I drank it anyway. I finished the evening dancing with his friend. He was a lot better looking than either of them and he had what Rita used to call, ‘bedroom eyes.’ He held me close to him and I felt his hard dick rubbing sensuously against my stomach through the thin fabric of my black skirt. It must have been the three long island teas or had it been four? We were dancing to a slow song in a dark corner of the club. The guy had one hand on my neck when his left hand slipped under my top and he began to gently tweak my sensitive nipple. It was already hard but when he held it between his thumb and forefinger and tugged on it, I didn’t stop him. In fact, I let him play with both my breasts and he unbuttoned another button and sucked my nipples. I’d had both arms around his neck with one hand on the back of his head holding it against my tits as I ground my hips into his dick.
It was bizarre, but I realized how much I’d missed being with other men. I wasn’t aware that I’d been with these men for almost two and a half hours. Charlie wasn’t unhappy and he enjoyed watching me, when he could see me. I finally broke away and when I found him I was sweating and my faced was flushed. I didn’t tell him that my pussy was soaked or that the third man had sucked my nipples and I had ground my hips into his big, hard dick. He took my hand and placed it discreetly upon his cock and it was rock hard, too. Every man in there including my husband, had a hard dick. We left the club and when we got home Charlie remarked, “You looked really hot dancing with those guys. All three of them wanted to fuck you.” I was secretly pleased and I knew he was right. I didn’t tell him about the man who had played with my breasts and sucked my nipples in that dark corner or how much I enjoyed it. Instead, I said, “I did it just for you.”
When we made love that evening and Charlie was going down on me he told me, “I want you to fantasize and think about those guys. I want you to imagine one of them licking your pussy and then all three of them fucking you.” The first time I came that evening I came hard and it was intense as I thought about the stranger who’d played with my tits and sucked my nipples. This was the first time I’d fantasized about fucking another man when my husband was making love to me.
We continued going to these swinging singles clubs. Charlie began to wash and clean the Master Bath for me. He dimmed the lights and filled the tub with bubble bath, lit candles and incense. The atmosphere was sensuous and he began to make a double long island tea for me every weekend evening before we went out. He continued to buy me all sorts of sexy revealing clubwear that was inviting and seductive and I liked it because he has good taste. He told me not to wear panties when we went out and I argued for a few weeks with him before I quit wearing panties. Now, when we went out I was wearing a top and a skirt or just a cocktail dress. I was naked under my clothes. After a while I began to enjoy the feeling.
By this time I was confident enough in my marriage to share with Charlie my fondness for sucking a hard dick and how many guy’s dicks I’d sucked although I had never kept count. I told him how much I loved it. He responded, “Maybe you’ll suck off a guy for me some evening, I would love to watch you.” I didn’t reply, but I was surprised how much I really wanted to suck a different cock. I had not had that much experience compared to Charlie but I had sucked a lot of hard dicks. Now, every time I danced with a stranger and I felt his cock pressing against me I had to resist touching and playing with it. And, I wanted to suck it and swallow its cum. I knew under the right circumstances if I felt comfortable with the situation; I’d jump at the chance to suck a stranger’s dick.
One evening we were at Kempi’s, a club located in the basement of the Hotel Continental. I’d been dancing with a man that I had met while Charlie watched approvingly from across the dance floor. I made sure he saw me put my hand on the guy’s shoulder and whisper into his ear seductively. “I’m becoming a real prick tease,” I thought to myself. I saw Charlie walking in the direction of the men’s room. I was hot and wanted to order a drink. I began walking off the dance floor. When I walked by a table at the edge of the dance floor a very attractive black man wearing a white turtle necked sweater stood up. He smiled at me and I smiled back at him as he took my arm and led me back onto the dance floor. He told me his name was Kevin and he asked me, “Where have you been all my life?” I couldn’t help but laugh at that old line. Still, it was funny. I found Kevin extremely attractive and charming; I immediately liked him. I knew that in other circumstances I would enjoy being with him. He was a great dancer and I enjoyed that now familiar feeling of excitement that surged throughout my body when he held me against him. He was a little over six feet tall, solidly built and very sexy. I wondered if he liked feeling my soft curvaceous body pressed against his sleek muscular body as he held me against him as much as I did? I was naked underneath my sheer black cocktail dress and I’m certain my erect nipples were noticeable. That feeling between my thighs was there again and I knew my pussy was gushing.
When we danced to a couple of slow songs I could feel his powerful hardon gently caress my stomach. And this time my hand went between our bodies and my fingertips caressed it. “Gosh,” I thought to myself, “He has a huge dick.” I didn’t know what was wrong with me. What was making me so horny? Was it Charlie’s videos or those sex toys he had purchased for me that I had come to love? Maybe it was the sexy clubwear that I knew I looked damned good in or maybe it was dancing with all these good looking men who wanted to fuck me that made me so horny. I was hotter than I had ever been and since Charlie had encouraged me, I thought I’d surprise him.
I whispered in Kevin’s ear, “I want to invite you over to our house, I want to make you feel good.” I wanted suck his dick and I wanted to swallow his cum. No, I wasn’t surprised that I invited him. I needed to suck a strange dick tonight. Kevin asked me if I was alone and I told him I was married. I explained my husband enjoyed watching me with another man. I couldn’t believe that I was saying this to a stranger. Kevin explained that he’d brought a friend with him and that posed a potential problem and he excused himself to go to the men’s room.
Charlie walked up and I told him, “I invited Kevin over to our house, I wanted to suck his dick.”
I knew Charlie was pleased when he asked, “Is he coming over?”
About that time Kevin returned from the men’s room. He wanted to talk to me again, just him and me. Charlie said, “No, Janet invited you over and you can come to our house.”
It was December and Dallas can be surprisingly cold in the wintertime. We went to get our coats, which we had checked when we came in. Charlie talked to me and said you invited Kevin over and there was no reason for further discussion. He could come if he wanted to come. We walked out into the cold windy night. I was glad my coat was warm because we had an Artic cold front that had blown in from Canada. We were walking towards our car when out of nowhere Kevin appeared by my side. Charlie saw him and smiled and Kevin put his arm around me.
We had parked two blocks away and the wind was brutal. Every ten yards or so Kevin would take me into his arms and kiss me as his hands slipped under my coat and roamed over my breasts, teasing my hard nipples and wondering between my legs. Charlie was ahead of us. I knew he wanted to get to the car and start the engine to warm up the heater. Kevin pulled me to him again and our lips met and I opened my lips and his tongue entered my mouth and I almost bit it as pleasure radiated through my loins. Two thick fingers slipped inside my pussy, followed by a third, as his thumb massaged my clit. I couldn’t believe it, he was turning me on as I was freezing my curvaceous little ass off!
Charlie got to our Yukon, unlocked the doors and turned the motor on. Kevin and I got in on the passenger’s side as Charlie said, “It’s colder than a well digger’s butt in the Klondike.”
I snuggled up to Kevin and his white cashmere sweater felt warm against my thin cocktail dress. My hand was at his waist and I unbuttoned his slacks, unzipped his pants and released his huge black cock. It was both unusually long and extremely thick and I loved the shape of its head. It appeared almost menacing and it was definitely designed to pleasure a woman. My mouth watered the same way your mouth waters when you’re hungry and you smell a delightful odor on a warm stovetop. The difference being I wasn’t hungry; my mouth was watering for his oversized penis. I gasped as his strong fingers found my pussy again under my short dress and began caressing my clit. “Ohh that feels good,” I said.
I was glad that we had brought the Yukon tonight instead of my Taurus. I lowered my head and his cock was in my mouth and my cheeks hollowed as I sucked him. My tongue circled his huge cock again and again that was growing bigger by the minute. Kevin’s other hand was on my breast and he had a nipple in his fingers, gently squeezing it and then reducing the pressure, before he resumed squeezing it again. I had completely forgotten about Charlie. I was like a dog with a bone. I had missed sucking hard dicks more than I’d realized and I wanted to swallow Kevin’s cum. I had never sucked a black dick before and I guess that excited me even more.
Kevin knew how to satisfy a woman even under these unusual conditions because within five minutes I moaned, “Aaaaagh, I’m cumming!” I was slobbering all over his dick and apparently getting nowhere. He had not come in my mouth like most of the white guys that I’d sucked.
I asked Kevin, “Why haven’t you cum, am I doing something wrong?” Kevin replied, “No, Baby, you’re great.”
I had taken my coat off when we had gotten into the Yukon. By this time the temperature in the Yukon was warm and Kevin reached behind my neck and unhooked my black cocktail dress and without thinking I wiggled out of it. I sat in front of Kevin naked as the day I was born as he pulled his white turtle necked sweater over his head and slipped out of his pants. Now Kevin was naked, too. My seat was pushed back as far as it would go and since Charlie had removed the back seat it was fully extended so that on trips it makes into a small sofa, almost a bed. I moved my hand over his head and pulled him closer to my tits and his mouth and tongue began to devour my nipples. He lifted his head and kissed me passionately on my lips as he whispered into my mouth and said, “You want some black meat inside your pussy, don’t you?”
He was rubbing my clit rhythmically as I moaned softly and he kissed me again. I opened my mouth and he pushed his tongue inside and I gently sucked on it. My whole body was trembling as Kevin sucked on one nipple and then the other before his head was between my thighs and he was licking and then sucking my swollen clit while two muscular fingers fucked in and out of me. Kevin said, “I want to eat your white pussy and make you feel good, too.”
Kevin’s tongue gently probed the opening of my swollen pussy. My belly was gyrating like a belly dancer. My whole body was moving under Kevin’s tongue as he skillfully teased me and made my clitoris sing as he flicked it gently along its tiny head and made it tense up with pleasure. I lifted my hips up against his tongue as I began to fuck his face. I was grinding my hips in rhythm with Kevin’s tongue when my body began to shake violently and I moaned. “Oh…Yeah …Kevin…I’m …going to cum…”
My body was shaking so hard that Kevin had to hold me down on the seat or I would have fallen off. He moved up and began sucking my nipples again and then he kissed me. “Why don’t you take my cock in your hands, Janet.” “I want you to see the contrast in color of your white hand around my black cock. I want you to watch how you stimulate me. Watch how my big black cock responds to your touch. And when you take it in your sweet mouth, I want you to think how each swollen vein that you feel will bring pleasure to you when it is inside you…”
I lifted my mouth to Kevin and kissed his open mouth as I pushed my tongue into his mouth and he gently sucked on it. I lifted my mouth away from his and whispered, “You’ve got me so hot.”
I wrapped my left hand around Kevin’s huge cock and I couldn’t take all of him in my hand. I was comparing the contrast in color while his hand was playing with my pussy again when I noticed my wedding ring. It was like a reality check and I looked over at Charlie. His dick was as hard as I had ever seen it as he jacked off watching us. I looked back at Kevin’s huge dick and it was almost like I was hypnotized. I took it into my mouth and felt the thick veins running through it stand out as I twirled my tongue over them. I took as much of him as I could into my mouth and there were still four or five inches I couldn’t get into my mouth. I reached down and lifted his heavy balls. His testicles were almost the size of golf balls, I thought to myself.
Kevin pulled my head up and licked my lips and then he placed his mouth on mine at the same time he placed the head of his cock between my labia and gently moved the head from the top near my clit and back down mixing my juices with his pre-cum onto the head of his cock. I looked own and saw his cock glistening with our juices.
I raised my legs and bent them back making my knees come close to my swollen tits and I placed my hands under my knees to hold them up. Kevin pushed forward putting pressure on my labia lips as he continued teasing the opening of my pussy. My tummy gyrated and my breathing increased as I looked down and watched his huge black cock entering my tight pussy. I moaned, his cock was so big and my pussy was so small but he slowly pushed forward, pulled out a little and pushed forward again. He had about six inches inside me as he kissed me and then he pushed a couple of more inches inside me. I was lifting my ass upwards toward Kevin at the same time he slammed downwards and the remaining three inches banged against my cervix.
Kevin was fucking me like I had never been fucked before. He was still kissing me as he rotated his ten-inch cock around inside my pussy which held him like a glove. I looked up into Kevin’s eyes and he had a determined look on his face and he fucked me like a wild man. I put my hands around his back and hooked my ankles around his legs. The sounds coming from my pussy would have embarrassed me if his donkey dick inside me didn’t feel incredible. I tilted my head so I could look down and watch his huge black shaft disappear inside me with each thrust.
I felt my orgasm starting to build and within seconds I screamed out loud. “Oh My Gosh…Yeah…Baby…Fuck me.” My body trembled as I came and Kevin continued fucking me, only faster. He pounded me so hard that my body shook every time his body slapped against mine. I could feel the head of his huge cock bang into my uterus with each thrust and I knew he was in me farther than any man could be.
Kevin knocked the wind out of me every time he slammed his body into mine and then without warning he groaned, “Oh, Baby…Here it comes. Take it…”
Kevin kept my legs pinned back and he continued fucking me. His eyes were closed and he smiled in pure pleasure. His huge cock was as hard as it had been before he came and I was in a state of ecstasy as I felt the convulsions somewhere deep within me. I knew that I was going to cum again on his huge dick. I couldn’t help it. I came violently as my pussy milked his enormous penis. I watched Kevin’s face as he let out another cry. “Oh…Baby…Here it comes again…Inside your sweet pussy…” I felt the second wave of his cum shooting deep inside my pussy. Kevin was shaking as he emptied his load inside my pussy. I came at the same time and my whole body quivered as I came. “Ohh…Yeah…That’s it…That’s it…Kevin…I Feel…Your… Hot…Cum. ”
I was exhausted as Kevin lifted his body off of mine. I looked over at Charlie and he shot a load of sperm across the front seat hitting me in my left thigh. He smiled and said, “Sorry sweetheart, I love you, but that was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life. I came three times.”
I didn’t even bother to put my dress on as Kevin’s cum slowly leaked out of my widely stretched pussy. I just slipped my coat back on and we talked to Kevin briefly and then drove him to his car. Before he got out he kissed me and our tongues were in each other’s mouths. I felt another stirring between my thighs. He asked me for my telephone number and I took a card out of my purse and wrote it down for him and under it I wrote, “Kevin, Please call me, Baby! I have a tight pussy for your black cock! Janet.”