Cute Girls

Have you ever had the pleasure of meeting a nymphomaniac? Most of us have, possibly without realizing it. The person you least suspect may be a total nympho. The librarian, your old Sunday school teacher, the elderly lady next door, your spouse or even the last person you would ever think of having this delightful secret. You see this person every morning when you look in the mirror, quite likely living your whole life without knowing the secret lust hidden within you.

But some of us are lucky enough to realize their great love for sex at a young age. For me this happened shortly after my nineteenth birthday when I met Elliot, whom you will read more about throughout this story. He was always ready for sex even though, I”m sure there were times when he wondered if he would live through the night as I explored my sexuality. Looking back, I wonder where I got the energy to fuck so many times in such a short time span.

By the time I was ready to venture out into the world on my own, I was well into my sexual peak and ready to explore many curious things I had seen on dirty movies. The first porno I ever watched, had a woman fucking herself with a very long banana. The longer I sat there watching that scene unfold before my eyes, the more fascinated I became with sex.

I already knew the basics to the act, of course, having tried them myself with my first serious boyfriend. But we were both inexperienced and never seemed to advance past the missionary, me on top or me sucking his cock. I did not explore any other aspects of sex until I met Elliot, other than a one night stand on the eve of my departure. I also experienced my first orgasm from sex. Before then I had been the only person to give myself a climax.

I had been visiting friends that day, to say good-bye before moving three hundred miles away. I spent many hours with them, talking about the past and my plans for the future. Early in the evening, a casual acquaintance of one of my friends, popped into say hi. His name was Brent. He was from way up north somewhere. We immediately hit off, flirting and talking like we had known each other forever. It didn”t take us long to discover that we were the same age.

A few hours later, we made an excuse to go to the store. Although nothing was said, we both knew the real reason we wanted to be alone. The sexual tension had been building since we first laid eyes on each other. He held my hand as I drove the car up and down a few streets, looking for a secluded spot. Not able to find a good place fast enough, I gave up the search and drove toward my parents house. It was late so I knew they would be sleeping. I parked the car in the driveway, setting the brake before getting out of the car.

Brent gave me a sheepish smile and said, “Let”s do it in the car.” I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Ok.” He stood up long enough for me to sit down in the passenger seat, which I promptly tilted back. He slid in on top of me, our eyes met briefly before we attacked each other with a sexual hunger I had never felt before. Our hands and lips moved frantically as we kissed and fondled each other. We practically tore the clothes from one another.

Once we were both naked, he did something that I have never witnessed another guy do to this day. Without lifting his body off of me, somehow he managed to bend and give my pussy a long french kiss. I was caught off guard and flabbergasted, never having been touched there by a tongue before. I giggled nervously, as he moved his mouth back to mine. My juices and scent lingered on his lips when he kissed me again. It was very enticing to taste myself like that.

By that time, my desire and need to be fucked had reached the point that I was ready to rape him if he didn”t get started. “Fuck me now.”, I said. He flashed me a sexy smile, and began to push his shaft inside me. It was a very tight fit, so he had to work his pelvis for a while before managing to slide in deep. He seemed to have his own style at fucking. He osculated his pelvis each time he stroked forward, creating sensations inside me that I had never experienced.

I followed his lead, lifting my ass off the seat a bit, and moving it in slow circles as he fucked me. That intensified the pleasure for both of us, as his cock was caressing every millimeter of my pussy. I was stunned that it felt so good. With my first lover, it had always been “quickies” which didn”t allow me time to feel much of anything.

As our pelvises continued to dance against each other, Brent lowered his face to my cleavage. He cupped my breasts in his hands, then squeezed them against the sides of his head as his thumbs gently teased my nipples. Tingles shot through me, sending waves of pleasure to the very tips of my toes. I cried out and arched my back as my pussy muscles began to quiver.

He grunted and began to fuck me harder, hoping to orgasm together. Just as the feminine honey began to pour from my hotbox, his cock erupted. Hot cream painted my insides and oozed out of me as he filled me with shot after shot of cum. When he was finished he pulled out of me, and acted as if he were going to stand get out of the car. Instead he once again bent in some strange manner to give my pussy another long, exhilarating french kiss. He swirled his tongue through our mixed juices, lapping up every drop of it. He drank it like he was dying of thirst.

When he was finally satisfied that he had gotten every trace of the juices up, he began to raise up to get out of the car. I sat up a bit and wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling him to me for a heated kiss. The taste of our mixed flavors on his tongue, was fabulous. Our lips parted slowly, giving us another chance to lock eyes before we started getting dressed.

The following morning I packed my car full and moved to Kansas City, Missouri. Having been raised in a small town, the thrill of the big city was beckoning to me. I knew I would not be able to get a good job, since I dropped out of college after two semesters. So I took the first job that was offered to me, which happened to be at McDonalds. It didn”t take me long to charm my bosses into letting me out of the hot greasy kitchen to work the drive-thru window.

I loved that job, because it gave me the opportunity to meet so many men. Everyday during the noon hour, the drive-thru was packed full of construction workers, tow trucker drivers, firemen, cops, business men and just about any other kind of guy you can think of.

I love to flirt, and I had plenty of chances to do just that on that job. I could see down into most of the vehicles, and always made eye contact with the men before lowering my gaze to their crotch. Then flashing a sexy smile. Of course I had the added bonus of my uniform shirt being a button up, so I could casually leave a buttons open at the top. Which gave the customers an ample view of my cleavage if I leaned far enough when handing them their order.

As luck would have it, my large breasts also caught the eye of a few co-workers. Several of them were lesbians. I always avoided them, especially when they started making passes at me. These weren”t the type of lesbians you might see in a porno movie. I”m talking about women who look like lumber jacks and shave their faces every morning. Also, one male cook took an interest in me. His name was Armando. Although he was just a little younger than me, we quickly became very close friends.

His parents hated me from the first minute they met me. I wasn”t Hispanic like they were, plus I was older than their son and they assumed that I was a slutty dumb blonde. He didn”t care what they thought though. Telling them that he was grown and old enough to make his own decisions, he went out with me every evening after work. Within a few months time, our friendship crossed the line.

It all started simply enough while watching tv one evening. Somehow we ended up in a tickle fight, which quickly turned into fondling and kissing. However, he didn”t make any move to go further than that. So I took the initiative, rolling him flat on his back in the middle of the living room floor. Then I undid his pants and slit my hand into his underwear. He tried to sit up, and asked, “What are you doing?” I gave him a light tap on the chest, making him lay back again. Instead of answering him, I wrapped my lips around his hard cock. His body went very tense and groans of pleasure began to fill the room. I hadn”t sucked him in and out of my mouth more than five strokes when I felt his muscle ripple against my tongue. I sucked him in til my lips were resting at the base of his cock, then began to swallow as he shot his load.

When he was done, he lay there gasping for breath. I swirled my tongue around him a few more times before raising my head. He had a stunned but happy look on his face. “Was that the first time you ever got your cock sucked?”, I asked with a wicked grin on my face. He merely nodded his head. I said, “Shame on me for raping you with my mouth like that.” He laughed and said, “If its going to feel that damn good, you can rape me seven days a week.”

Then he took me by surprise when he sat up and said, “It”s your turn.” I raised my eyebrows at him. “No, I”ve never done that either. But I”m a willing to learn.”, He told me as I lay back and slid my pants down. He moved between my legs, pressing his face against my silky panties. He inhaled deeply as he began to lap at the damp material. “Are you always this wet?”, He asked. I giggled and said, “Only when I suck cock.” “I see. Have you sucked very many guys?”, He said between licks. I squirmed a bit and told him, “No. Only one guy. But I practiced on him for many hours.” He paused, seeming to think about that answer before he resumed licking me.

After a few minutes, he carefully slid his fingertips into my panties, pulling them down my legs. Then he scooted closer, spreading my nether lips with his fingers. I lifted my head and watched him. He seemed to be studying me. When he realized that I was watching him, he said, “Sorry. This is the first time I”ve ever seen a naked woman this close up.” I nodded my head and waited for him to start. I was beginning to feel a bit self conscious before he finally began to flick his tongue against my pink folds.

He took his time at first, tasting my clit and moving his tongue every which way around it. Then he moved down my slit to my tight pussy hole. He tasted my juices then started eating my pussy like a wild mad man. It was like he got one good taste of female nectar, then he couldn”t control his hunger. He tongue fucked me while caressing my lips and clit with his fingertips. It all seemed to come very naturally to him. He was gentle and very thorough with his exploration. I let him lick me until his appetite was fulfilled. Then we got dressed and went out.

I will never forget what happened the next night. We were in my bedroom, listening to the radio when Armando suddenly stood up and began dancing seductively. I watched him curiously for a few minutes before I realized what he was doing. He slowly began to undress, giving me a strip dance. My face grew red in embarrassment, never having had a guy dance for me like that, and I was overcome with a fit of giggles. I lay on the floor laughing as he danced around me, lowering various body parts above my face and shaking them. By the time he was naked, I could barely breath. He knew I was not laughing at him. My red face gave that away. When he was finished stripping for me, I rewarded him by sucking his cock over and over again until he begged me to stop. To this day, no other guy has ever danced for me quite like that.

One strange thing about our relationship was when we were at work, we pretended nothing was going on. We acted like friends, teasing each other on occasion. But our co-workers began to take notice of all the after work hours I was spending with Armando. Especially one late night, after a make out and oral sex session, when we stopped by work. We both had hickeys on our necks. From then on, everyone, especially the lesbians, called me Hickey Woman. I hated that nickname but took it all in stride.

It was at least two or three months further into our friendship before we ventured past oral sex. I knew the reason he never asked for anything more was because he was a virgin. Having had met several guys with that predicament before, I didn”t press him to go any further until he was ready. When it did happen, neither of us had planned it. We happened to be out driving around one night, when we decided to pull into a vacant lot and make out. Before I realized it, I found myself back in the passenger seat of my car, with the seat tilted back again.

He fumbled around a bit clumsily until I slid my hand between us, assisting him in slipping his cock inside me. Once he felt the warm heat, instinct took over. He began slowly, enjoying the differences between sex and blow jobs. After half a dozen or so strokes, I could tell he was about to lose control. I put my feet on his ass and said, “Wait.” He groaned in relief when I finally started moving against him again. He moved faster that time, wanting to ensure that I would not stop him from cumming. With in a few minutes he said, “Oh God.” I tightened my muscles around his cock just as it exploded inside me.

His head fell to my shoulder, where he lay panting for several minutes. When he finally looked up at me again, he smiled and said, “Thank you.” I slid out from under him, moving back to the drivers seat. We saw headlights approaching in the distance and began to dress frantically. I backed the car out of the vacant lot and drove down the road. As we neared the car, I saw it was a cop. “Oh shit!”, Armando said, when the police car stopped, as we passed his car. I looked in the mirror, watching him turn around.

Unfortunately, I was paying more attention to what was behind the car and steered to the right, causing two wheels of my car to go into the ditch and hit the culvert of a driveway. I over corrected and ended up with the car in a three foot deep ditch. While this was happening, Armando was freaking out. When we got out of the car and saw how deep it was in the ditch he began to pace nervously. The police car pulled up behind us, just before the cop got out of the car, I decided to play with Armando”s mind. I said, “Don”t get to close to the cop. He will smell the sex scent on you. Then we will both get a ticket for having sex in a public place.”

The cop immediately started razzing me when he approached the car. He asked what we had been doing, parked in that vacant lot. I told him that we were talking and listening to the radio. He peered at me with his dark eyes, as if he were trying to tell if I was lying or not. Then he glanced over at Armando who was shifty eyed and walking in circles around the car. I”m sure that his behavior told the cop exactly what we had been doing. The cops said that car would need a tow truck to get out of the ditch. I didn”t have any money so I gave my uncle”s phone number to Armando, who walked down to the corner to use the pay phone. Within ten minutes, my uncle drove to the scene and payed the tow truck driver. He really didn”t say anything to me, but the look on his face said it all. I knew that he thought I was driving like a typical woman.

I guess the fear of almost being caught having sex in public got to Armando. We never did it again. After that we rarely messed around at all. We stayed friends but started seeing other people. He began to date a girl from work and I went back to teasing all the men that ate there at lunch time. It became a routine for me. I had favorite customers that I flirted extra hard with. I guess one of the managers finally took notice as to why I enjoyed working that drive thru window so much. She decided that I should start taking care of the dining room at lunch time. That made me so mad that I walked out in the middle of lunch rush.

I went to one of my friends house, even though she was at work. I felt like goofing off and knew that her husband never held a job in his life. So I thought we could have a few laughs that afternoon. As I suspected, he was at home doing nothing important other than watching the kids and pestering people on the phone. I asked him if he knew any single guys. He said that he did. I told him to call one of them up and invite them over. He laughed and turned to his father-in-law who happened to live there too, and said, “Should I call Elliot?” He nodded his head in agreement. They called their friend Elliot and told him to come over and meet a new chick.

It only took him about fifteen minutes to get there. At first I wasn”t thrilled when I saw he had red hair. I had never been attracted to red headed men before. But when he got close to me, as introductions were made, I saw that he had very bright blue eyes. Which happens to be one of my weaknesses. Every time I meet a guy with blue eyes that shows any interest in me, I become putty in his hands, literally.

We had so much fun goofing off and being silly, that the next day I returned to my friends house to spend the day with Elliot, again. Even though I need to be out job hunting. I was having so much fun flirting and being the center of attention with those three guys, that I tossed all my responsibilities to the side.

After a few days, I took Elliot to my place. I could tell that he was far more nervous than he should have been. Even though he was nineteen, I suspected that he was another virgin. My suspicions were confirmed one evening when we began to make-out and he didn”t seem to have a clue about much of anything. But he was overly eager to learn anything that I showed him.

By this time, I had secretly named myself “Angel the Cherry Popper”. I was beginning to wonder if it was my destiny in life to go around teaching these young guys the ropes. I decided that popping Elliot”s cherry in my car would not be wise, after my run in with that cop on the night I screwed Armando. I actually planned the first time with Elliot ahead of time. I invited him over with the intentions of getting him into bed, but pretended that I just wanted him to eat dinner with me.

Several hours into the evening, I made my move. I pulled him to me for a very heated kiss. He responded to the kiss, as my hands began to roam down his body. I groped his erection through his tight jeans, caressing him until he began to shake. Then I led him to my bed, undressing both of us before laying down. He hesitated before joining me on the bed. I pulled a blanket over us.

I could tell by the look on his face that he was excited and scared at the same time. I pulled him close to me, kissing him until he relaxed. Then I rolled onto my back, taking him over on top of me. I slowly ground myself against him until I thought he was ready, then I wrapped my legs around him, pulling his cock to my pussy. He followed my lead pressing forward.

My bed at the time, happened to be a waterbed with no wave control. So it was nearly impossible for him to get a rhythm going. After a few moments, I gave him a light push so that he fell back on the bed next to me, then I straddled him as I maneuvered myself until my pussy was lingering over the tip of his shaft. I placed his hands on my waist, then leaned forward, bracing myself on the headboard with my arms.

My breasts swayed above his face as I slowly lowered myself onto his length. He groaned and squirmed as my heat enveloped him. I paused several times, helping him to remain in control of his muscles. As I started gliding up and down his pole, it became slick with my juices. He came within a couple minutes, but I continued fucking him, hoping he would stay hard. He did just that. As I was about to find out over the next few years, he was in his sexual prime and always ready for pussy.

Because of his inexperience, I took the initiative, teaching him the few things I knew. Then we began to try new things. It only took once for me to discover my love for the doggy style position. I loved the feel of that hard cock sliding deep into my pussy as his balls slapped against me, with my voluptuous tits swinging wildly in the breeze.

Being new to the sexual game, he was happy to practice each position until he got it right. He was almost to eager to please, especially when it came to doggy style. After sticking his cock inside me he would try to ramrod me faster than a jackhammer, only with no tempo. Quickly getting tired of that, I finally asked him to be still. Then I gripped his girth tight with my pussy muscles and started doing the work.

Sliding my pussy back and forth, milking his shaft to the rhythm that I knew would make my juices gush like a fountain. He found great satisfaction in this because he could look down and watch my pink folds swallowing his meat with each stroke before spraying hot nectar all over his loins. It didn”t take me long to realize that he was not able to hold his orgasm back for long when I did this, so I was not able to go fast if I wanted us to cum simultaneously.

Much to his delight, sometime during our relationship I became addicted to sucking his cock. I”m not really sure how it happened. Before that I really didn”t like doing it all, but had always done so with past lovers, just to please them. As time went on, I grew to like it. Eventually beginning to crave the feel of a hard cock in my mouth. I love the feel of the soft skin on a cock as it caresses my lips and tongue. Sucking cock is a craving that I carry with me to this very day. Most of the time I keep it locked up inside me, not thinking about it until something sets the craving off. Like a glimpse at a picture of a hard cock, on the internet. Or perhaps an erotic story which has many oral sex scenarios in it. Such a story is what inspired me to write about my life as a nymphomaniac.

I have never met another woman who has admitted to having a love for cock sucking. Surely I am not the only one who gets an orgasmic thrill out of sucking a man off until he cums in my throat. Everything about it gives me a sexual rush. The way his balls bounce off my chin, the look in his eyes as he watches his prized muscle gliding into my mouth and the lustful grunt that escapes his lips if I happen to gag due to the size of his swollen cock.

Even as I sit here writing this, my mind begins to wander as I slowly lick my lips, needing to feel a hard throbbing cock between my lips. Occasionally my hands lift from the keyboard to cup my full breasts as I wish that a hard cock were buried between them. There”s really nothing I can think of right off hand, that is comparable to a good titty fuck.

The first time I experienced it, I remember laying on my back as Elliot straddled my chest, watching as that rock hard staff slithered back and forth in my cleavage. It felt like his cock was made especially to fit between my tits. Each time he stroked me, he came closer and closer to my lips. I wanted to taste that cock so much that it took all my will power not to reach up and grab that rod and pull him to my mouth. As he maneuvered back and forth I parted my lips, letting the tip of my tongue slip out, in the hopes of licking the head of that delightful cock.

Then when it was time for his volcanic release, he slipped forward into my mouth, filling me with his muscle. I swallowed rapidly to keep from gagging as the tip of his cock, easily slid into my throat. He groaned as my muscles massaged him. His entire body lurched and shook as his orgasm rippled through him. Hot streams of cum began to fill my throat as I hungrily swallowed it. Then he pulled back, releasing the last shot of cream all over my large melons. His eyes followed the movements of my hands as I caressed my breasts, rubbing his cum into them.

Sometimes I wonder why I am so addicted to cock, especially when the men they are attached to seem to annoy me. No matter how low on the roller coaster that first relationship seemed to sink, I kept putting up with him. I continued spoiling him with my “magic tongue”, as he liked to call it. Each evening, after he got home from job applying, we would slip into the bathroom so I could mouth fuck him during his shower.

Although, our relationship was based on sex, Elliot agreed to move back to my hometown with me. I”m not sure why he went with me because as I found out down the road, he never did love me. He was just using me for sex. We did it every chance we got, with me always being the one who started it by sucking his cock. At one point during our several years together, we started writing the number of times we did it a day on the calendar. Sometimes it was as many as seven times a day.

It was always with his pleasure being the only concern. At the time, I never stopped to think about the irony of that. I did everything I could to please him, while receiving nothing back. I actually didn”t see anything wrong with it at the time. I thought the way to make him love me and want to be with me was to fuck and suck him to death. Sadly, as many other women have found out the hard way, that tactic usually doesn”t work.

Eventually we parted ways when he found someone else. My first reaction when I found out about his affair, was anger. But I soon came to realize that the woman he had left me for had actually done me a favor. I made new friends with two sisters, one of which lived down the road from me. Their names were Della and Barbie. I began to party with them every weekend. During the first party I attended, at Della”s apartment, I met two men who became fascinated with my large breasts the instant they laid eyes on me.

In the back of my mind, I”m sure I knew they were only after a quick fuck. Then again, so was I. The younger of the two men was named Bill. He had a girlfriend, which he frequently liked to stray away from. I was to be his next conquest. He knew I was a bit tipsy that night and began to go out of his way to bring me another beer each time the bottle began to get low. Before I knew it, I ended up in the bathroom with him.

He wasted no time in getting a feel of my luscious tits. They were the biggest he had ever seen, at least that”s what he claimed. Drunk from the beer, and my own lustful thoughts by that time, I simply leaned against the door and let him do as he pleased. His quick moving hands, found their way into my silky panties. His fingers slid in and out of my wet pussy. I remember him smiling and lifting his hand up, then sucking each of his fingers clean, like they were tiny cocks.

Then he pulled me to him, kissing me with great urgency. His tongue danced wildly against mine. I was to far gone, to be able to follow his lead. He held me so tight that my breasts were crushed between us. When he stepped back from me, he turned me to face the mirror. I rested the palms of my hands against the porcelain sink as he began to whisper in my ear.

“I want to fuck you.”, He said. I moaned and pressed my ass against him. I could feel his cock pushing back against me. I took him by surprise when I suddenly turned around and sank to my knees. He gathered a handful of my long blonde hair in his hand as I started to suck his cock into my mouth. I allowed him to guide me, by gently pushing and pulling my head. Letting him have total control of my mouth like that, made me feel so naughty. Never before had I sucked a total stranger”s cock. It felt great to act like a slut.

Once I got my lips wrapped around his shaft, my cock sucking addiction kicked in. “Mmmm”, I said through my full mouth as I took him in and out. I looked up with my lust filled eyes, showing him how much I was enjoying it. “Do you like to suck cock?”, He asked me. I answered him by increasing my pace. I sucked him faster and harder than I had ever done to anyone before. He braced himself against the wall to keep from losing his balance as I mouth fucked him.

“Oh my God. Your mouth is like a fuckin” Hoover vacuum cleaner. Don”t stop you little cock sucker.”, He said between moans and groans of pleasure. His words turned me on even more, causing me to increase my suction. I noticed his knees beginning to buckle so I used my hands to steer him toward the toilet seat. He collapsed onto it, breathing a sigh of relieve as I continued to devour him like there was no tomorrow.

He tightened his grip on my lock of hair that he still held, bobbing my head up and down with it. I could feel his muscle tensing up against my tongue and knew his release would be soon. I pulled his free hand to the back of my head, pressing down on it. He groaned and used both hands to force me down until my lips pressed against his nuts.

Then he arched himself upward and sprayed his hot semen down my throat. Shot after shot overfilled my throat and mouth. I gagged and tried to pull back, but he held me there. I struggled to try to swallow that mammoth amount of cream, so he would release me. When he finally stopped orgasming, he let go of my head.

I lifted my face and took several deep breaths. He smiled at me and said, “I think you”ve found your calling in life, baby. You could make a living doing that.” I laughed and replied, “I wish.” Then I stood up and washed the cum off my face before dressing and returning to the party. I could tell by the looks I was getting from my friends, they knew what I had been doing in that bathroom. I ignored them and went back to drinking.

At some time during the night, my judgement slipped even more. I switched to drinking schnapps which did not mix well with the six beers I had already downed over the course of a couple hours. I don”t remember doing so, but I walked back to the bathroom, locking myself in there and passed out on the floor. Or at least I thought I had locked the door.

I awoke sometime later, to a tingling sensation between my legs. I opened my eyes, trying to focus them to see who was in the room with me. To my horror, Della and Barbie”s older brother, Wayne was sitting by my feet, using his hand to caress me. I tried to sit up, but fell back against the floor. My speech was very slurred as I said, “Stop it, Wayne. You are such a pervert.” He laughed and slid his hand into my pants, starting to finger my pussy.

I knew it was useless to struggle, being as drunk as I was. So I laid there and tried not to enjoy it. I had to admit that it did feel good and I was still feeling a bit slutty, even if I was to wasted to sit up. After a few moments, I saw him raise to his knees and pull his cock out the waist band of his pants. He straddled me and slid upward, and sat down on my chest. Then he leaned over my face and said, “I hear your one hell of a cock sucker. Give this cock a try.”

Not being able to resist an offer like that, I opened my mouth. He slid his full length in, then waited for me to lock my lips around him, before he started humping my face. I tried to use my hand to keep him from sliding into my throat, because I was afraid that if I gagged again, I might throw up all the booze. But he wouldn”t let me, and forced my hands to the floor, holding them down with his own. He shifted his body weight to be supported by his arms, making me virtually helpless as he fucked my face.

Although I had not started out a willing participant, I was enjoying myself to the point that pussy juices were running down the crack of my ass. I loved that helpless feeling I was having as he had his way with my mouth. Luckily, he was not huge in size, and did not gag me while pounding into my face, deeper and deeper. It did not take him long to reach orgasm. He grunted and pulled out, painting my face with his jism. While I attempted to wipe his cream away from my eyes, he laughed at me then left the room.

Before I could reach back and shut the door, another man entered the room. I ignored him long enough to clean my face. When I got a good look at him, I immediately noticed his good looks. He was about six feet tall, muscular, with brown hair and dark eyes.. “Hi, I”m Rodney.”, He said, offering his hand to me then quickly withdrawing it when he saw the cum on my fingers. I gave him an embarrassed smile and turned to wash my hands. When I was finished, I dried them before offering to shake hands. He hesitated before touching my hand, when he did, I swear an electric tingle shot through me. I gasped, noticing that he had the same reaction. “Ouch. You shocked me. Must have worked up some friction in here to make that much static.”, He said with a twinkle in his eye. I giggled and licked my lips, then said, “Yes. Lots of hot friction.”

I noticed him eyeing my chest. Not to be outdone, I stepped back and looked him up and down. I made a point to let my eyes linger on his crotch which seemed to be growing before my eyes. “Oh my.”, I said as the outline of his cock continued to expand. Without warning, he unzipped his jeans, letting the mighty monster spring free. “Holy shit, that”s the biggest cock I have ever seen.”, I said without thinking. It was at least twelve inches long and very thick, with large veins bulging along the sides.

I unconsciously ran the tip of my tongue along my lips, parting them just a bit. Rodney stepped very close to me, blocking my view of his staff. He lifted my chin with his finger tips, then gave me a slow sensuous kiss. I slid my hand between us, grazing the length of his shaft with my fingers along the way. He groaned and said, “Suck me.” Without waiting for my response, he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees.

My eyes widened as I got a close up view of that magnificent cock. The head was already shiny as pre-cum leaked from the hole. I glanced up at his face before sucking him into my mouth. My jaws strained as I tried to work his size into my mouth. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get his cock more than a few inches past my lips. Apparently used to this predicament, Rodney said, “Relax your mouth and let me do the work.”

I took a deep breath and tried to relax, which was not an easy thing with that huge piece of man meat hanging out of my mouth. He slowly began to rock against my face, as he used his hands to angle my head back a bit. In no time at all, he had managed to work most of that giant rod into me. Each time the tip of his shaft grazed the back of my throat, he groaned loudly.

Hearing the doorknob behind me rattle, I tried to pull away. Rodney moved quick as a flash, gripping my head with his strong hands so I was unable to move. I looked toward the mirror, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw my friend, Della, standing opened mouthed, gawking at us as she pushed the door shut.

After a moment, she crossed the room, moving into my line of sight. Her eyes were fixated on Rodney”s cock as he fucked my mouth. I was surprised when she hopped up onto the vanity then leaned back against the wall. I could tell by the look on her face that she was getting turned on. Rodney turned to look at her before saying, “Play with yourself. Let me see you touch your pussy.”

I couldn”t believe it when she did as he asked. She removed all her clothing, spread her legs wide and began to finger her cunt. Her eyes stayed locked on his cock, as he kept his aimed at her pussy. I moved my gaze back and forth between them, while trying to concentrate on that enormous cock in my mouth. At first I thought it was my imagination but soon realized that he was actually getting bigger as he fucked my face. “If this keeps up, I will surely choke to death on this long dong.”, I thought to myself.

When he spoke to her again, I realized that they were lovers. He said, “Fuck yourself with that big dildo I bought you.” She moaned and smiled before reaching under the counter top and pulling out a rubber cock, that resembled Rodney”s in size. As she began to plow that massive toy in and out of her wide open cunt, Rodney increased the pace which he had been fucking my mouth at.

Each new thrust sent his shaft a little further down my throat, actually cutting off my airway for brief seconds. My nostrils flared with each quick breath I took in, when he pulled back. As my friend”s orgasm approached, her cries of pleasure began to echo throughout her apartment. I noticed that the noise of the party had died down in reaction to it.

“Oh yes. Fuck that pussy faster, bitch.”, He told her as he matched her rhythm. He was ram rodding my face so fast that my lips began to go numb. I think he forgot that I was even there, imagining that it was her pussy he was fucking. Just as her body began to thrash, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, making a popping noise before my jaws snapped shut. He turned to her and said, “Turn over.”

She quickly heeded to his request, rolling onto her belly, letting her legs dangle off the counter. He said, “I”m going to cum your pussy full, bitch.” I jumped when he slapped both her cheeks very hard with the palms of his hands. She squealed in delight. I thought he was going to split her in two with that huge cock. But she must have been accustomed to his big cock, and took it in very easy.

I watched in fascination as he buried that long pole in her cunt, up to his balls. She pressed herself back against him. He said, “Beg me to fuck you, slut.” Turning her head to the side, so he could see her face, she said, “Please fuck me hard and fast. Fill me full off your seed.” He groaned and slapped her cheeks again, before pulling back. Then he drove himself into her with more force than he had used on my face. I absent-mindedly began to massage my cheeks as the dull ache began to fade. I couldn”t imagine the pain he could cause in my pussy if he fucked me like he was doing my friend.

I began to get nervous, wondering if he would try to fuck me with that monster cock, next. I scooted toward the door, waiting til my hand was on the doorknob before rising to my feet. Just as I got the door open, Rodney said, “Where do you think your going? I”m going to fuck you next.” Fear shot through me, as I quickly stepped out of the room, pulling the door shut behind me. I knew his huge cock would tear my tight pussy to shreds. I wasn”t about to give him the pleasure of doing that.

I made my way through the crowd, which was still listening to the noises coming from the bathroom. The wails of sexual ecstacy were getting louder by the minute. I pulled two beers from the fridge, then slipped out the patio door. The fresh air felt great after being in that stuffy apartment for most of the night. I walked toward my car slowly, glancing around to make sure nobody was lurking nearby.

Setting the two beers on the trunk, I used my hands to brace myself as I jumped up on the car, landing on my ass. My breasts jiggled as the car shook. I could feel my nipples hardening from the cool breeze. It felt so good that I pulled my shirt up, freeing my tits from the confines of the hot clothing. My nipples hardened even more causing my pussy to tingle. I leaned against the back window of my car, looking up at the stars as I began to caress my breasts.

My panties were sticking to me because I got so wet when I sucked all that cock at the party, so I slipped my hand into my jeans to pull the material away from my skin. I shivered as my fingertips made contact with my swollen clit. I used my free hand to undo my pants, then I began to finger myself. I osculated my ass as I humped my fingers, imagining that they were a hard cock.

“Oh yes.”, I moaned in pleasure as I finger fucked myself faster and harder. My breasts bounced wildly as I thrashed about on the trunk of my car. I squealed in delight when an orgasm rippled through my pussy. Hot juices gushed from me, soaking my clothes. I slid down, collapsing against the car, breathing heavily. I lay there panting, totally unaware of my surroundings until a flash of light caught my attention.

I lifted my head and saw headlights as a car approached. I sat up, and yanked my shirt back down, then zipped my jeans up. I wiped my wet fingers on my shirt before picking up my beer. When the car pulled past me, I saw it was a police car. He shined the spotlight on me, momentarily blinding me. After it drove by, I blinked my eyes, trying to see clearly. White spots formed everywhere that I looked.

By the time my eyes had cleared, I decided it was time to go home. I went back inside to tell Della that I was leaving. She told me that my ex, Elliot had called looking for me. I rolled my eyes up in my head in disgust. I shut myself in Della”s bedroom to use her phone. Elliot answered on the first ring. “Isn”t your slut going to be pissed because I”m calling you in the middle of the night?”, I asked. “Who cares what she thinks?”, He replied. “Not me.”, I answered while wondering what the hell he wanted.

“Can I come see you?”, He asked. I thought about it for a minute, then said, “When?” “Right now.”, He told me. I sighed and said, “Ok, I”m heading home right now. Meet there in thirty minutes.” Then I hung up before he could say anything else. “Fucking slut must not be able to satisfy him.”, I said as I headed out the apartment toward my car. I knew I shouldn”t be driving after drinking so much, but I didn”t take the time to think what could happen. Luckily I got home with harming myself or anyone else. When I pulled up in the driveway, Elliot was already standing on my front porch.

He was smiling when I stepped up on the porch. I knew then that he was for sure horny. I fumbled with the keys, trying to get the door open. He finally took them from me and unlocked it. I”m sure he noticed how tipsy I was but he did not comment about it. I sat down on the couch and waited for him to say why he wanted to see me. After a few uncomfortable minutes, he sat down next to me.

“I have been missing you.”, Elliot said. I gave him a look that said, “Bull Shit.” He casually leaned closer to me, nuzzling my neck with his stubbly chin as he kissed my ear lobes. I had taught him well, he knew exactly what to do to get me hot. I tried to ignore him and not get turned on. It was pretty hopeless when he started caressing my breasts. He teased my nipples until they were hard then he gave me a heated kiss. While he was kissing me, I was thinking, “If he only knew how many cocks I sucked earlier.”

He pulled back from the kiss and took me by the arm, pulling me up off the couch. I let him lead me to my bed. I stood next to it, allowing him to undress me. When I was naked, I fell back on the bed. It felt great to lay down. I could have easily fallen asleep right then. But Elliot had other plans for me. He stripped off his clothes and crawled into bed next to me. He resumed the teasing of my nipples and other erogenous zones. I watched his free hand begin to stroke his shaft. He knew that the sight of him massaging his cock would make me extremely horny. I bit my lip, trying to control the urge to suck his cock. The craving became more intense as his touches continued, until I could not lay still any longer.

I rolled over onto him, then slid down between his legs. He smiled in smug satisfaction as I hungrily slurped his hard cock into my mouth. The head hit the back of my throat with every stroke as I bobbed my head up and down rapidly. He grabbed a handful of my hair and began to guide my head to the rhythm he liked. Faster and harder I sucked, taking him deeper and deeper. My chin bounced off his balls each time he pulled my head back.

This continued until his orgasm got close, then he forced my head down until my lips rested at the base of his cock. He used pressure to hold me still as he began to thrust very hard into my throat. He grunted each time the tip of his rod hit my throat as he pulled back and drove himself in even harder. My eyes watered as he pounded my mouth with all his might, making me gag repeatedly. He groaned in pleasure, as my gagging intensified the feeling for him. He always got off on gagging me.

With one final hard thrust, he plowed his tool into my throat as deeply as possible. Then he held it there as he shot load after load of hot cream. I swallowed as fast as I could, but still managed to have it pouring out the corners of my mouth. When he was finished cumming, he kept a tight grip on my hair, pulling me up until his cock fell against his stomach. “Lick me clean.”, He said. I swirled my tongue along his shaft, going round and round from the base to the tip. Then I gently suckled his balls, eating every drop of his cream.

He didn”t release my hair until he was satisfied that I had thoroughly cleaned him. I scooted up on the bed and lay my head on the pillow. Several minutes went by with nothing said. I could hear him breathing deeply. I thought he had fallen asleep. Just as I closed my eyes, he said, “Suck me hard again so I can fuck you.” I turned to look at me but made no other move.

Elliot reached over and tweaked both my nipples at the same time. I gasped as tingling sensations rippled through me. “Suck my cock. Use your magic tongue on me, again.”, He said as his fingers aroused me. It didn”t take me long to give in. I moved back between his legs and started sucking him again.

It took a lot longer to get him fully hard than the first time did. When he was finally ready, he slid out from under me and waited for me to scoot to the head of the bed. I knelt on all fours as he moved behind me. He put his hands on my upper back, nudging me until I lowered my head and shoulders to the bed. I wiggled my ass at him when he scooted closer. His hands caressed my ass as he slid his hot cock into my wet slit.

He slowly pushed into me, bringing groans of pleasure from both of us. My pussy was still used to his exact size, so I fit him like a glove. “Mmmm… Feels like warm peach cobbler.”, He said. I giggled, wondering when he had fucked a peach cobbler. He started out slow, stroking in and out of me as I begged him to fuck me harder. His pace did not change though. Elliot had always loved to torment me like that. Fucking me slow and easy when my pussy craved it hard and fast. He knew that I loved the feel of his balls slamming against my nether lips.

I squirmed and pushed back against him until he increased his rhythm. He pulled out of me until only the tip of his staff remained. Then he slammed forward with all his might. He did this over and over, very rapidly. I cried out in pleasure with each stroke as his ricocheting balls made my clit tingle.

He drove himself into my pussy, deeper and deeper until his cock erupted. His twitching muscle set off my orgasm. His hot cream coated my insides as my juices smothered his cock. Our moans of pleasure filled the room until he collapsed against my back. I fell against the bed, breathing heavily as small climaxes continued to ripple thought my loins.

I dozed off with him laying on me like that. Later that day, when I woke up in the afternoon he was long gone. I figured he had gone back home to fuck his stupid slut. About two hours later, I was surprised to see him pulling up in my driveway. I opened the door to let him in. He smiled and said, “She let me keep her car while she”s working this evening. So I came over to give you another taste of my cock.”

I had sat down on the edge of the couch by the time he said that. He walked over to me, leaning close to my face. I could see his cock straining the fabric of his tight Levi 501’s. I smiled up at him, then moved my mouth to the top button of his pants. I bit the denim then tugged, popping open the first button. I repeated this process until his fly was wide open. He laughed and said, “Your talented mouth never ceases to amaze me.”

I let him pull his cock out of his underwear, then I pushed his clothes down his legs to his knees. He had taken another step toward me by that time. The tip of his shaft was pressing against my mouth. I didn”t open my mouth until he reached down to tease my nipples. I ran my tongue across the head of his pole before sucking it into my mouth. I began to slid off the couch onto my knees, forcing him to take a step back. I knelt before him, fucking his entire length with my mouth.

I sucked him hard and fast, using the same rhythm in which I liked to him to fuck me, doggy style. I mimicked the exact tempo as I fantasized about what he had done the night before. Juices soaked through my panties as my desire mounted. My mouth moved with lightening precision, never missing a beat, going faster and faster. I had to close my eyes so I wouldn”t get dizzy. I twirled my tongue round and round, french kissing his cock as I took him in and out of my mouth.

“Oh fuck!”, He yelled as his cock ruptured, spewing hot cream down my throat. I swallowed while continuing to fuck him with my mouth. I never slowed my pace. He began to whimper when he finished cumming and I was still sucking. He tried to pull back from my mouth, but I reached around him, grabbing his ass with my hands. I pulled him toward me, and sucked harder. His knees began to buckle so I tightened my grip on his cock with my lips. As he slumped to the floor, I rolled forward, knocking him flat on his back. I lay between his legs, still sucking him.

As his sensitivity rose, so did his cock. Within five minutes or so, it was standing upright again. When I finally pulled my mouth off of him, he let out a sigh of relief. Before he could sit up, I climbed up on him, straddling his cock. I leaned forward and clasped Elliot”s hands in mine as I lowered my pussy onto his shaft. I pulled his hands with mine up to cup my breasts as I began to ride him.

He kept his eyes locked on my face as I used him for my pleasure. I rose up and down quickly, taking in his full length with each stroke. My ass bounced off his balls with each movement. I cried out in pleasure as I rode him harder and harder. He groaned and thrust upward each time I slammed myself down on him. My tits bounced harder and harder against our hands.

When my pussy muscles clamped down around his girth, rippling with in the most enticing way, I let go of his hands and tilted back. I arched my back and balanced myself by placing my hands on his thighs. As my pussy contracted, juices began to gush out of me. He slammed upward into me with all his strength, filling me full of hot cum. I screamed in pleasure as orgasm atfer orgasm rocked me.

When the pleasure subsided, I slid backwards, landing between his legs. We both lay there gasping for air. I could feel his cum trickling down my ass crack, making a puddle under me. I”m sure my juices were doing the same to him. Neither of us moved for about ten minutes. When I finally sat up, he was laying there with a dazed look on his face. I smiled and went to take a shower.

Over the next few months, this became a daily event for us. Every day he would take his girl friend to work then come to my house to fuck for hours. Anyone who is reading this is probably wondering why I would have anything to do with him after he dumped me like he did. Well that reason is about to come to light in this story.

Several months had gone by, with him cheating on his girlfriend by “sexing the ex” as the saying goes. I waited until the time was just right. My friend Della and I had a mutual friend named Wes. He happened to be a very devious person, like myself. I knew he was just the person to help me break Elliot and his girlfriend up. Not so I could have him back for myself, but for some good old revenge.

I invited Elliot over one afternoon, then I walked down the street to Barbie”s house and waited for Della to show. She got their right on time, bringing Wes with her. I stood out in the yard, to insure that Elliot would see me when he drove down the street. Sure enough he pulled up in the driveway. I motioned for him to wait for me. Then I went inside, and had Wes call Elliot”s girlfriend. He told her how Elliot and I had been fucking for months behind her back. And he told her that Elliot was there right that moment, begging me to take him back. This information infuriated the slut. She screamed in Wes”s ear, then slammed down the phone.

I gave Wes a “high five” as I laughed my ass off. Then we headed outside to wait for the show to start. We kept my ex busy for a while, by pretending to work on my car. Within twenty minutes his girlfriend pulled up on the curb in her mother”s car. She jumped out of her car, screaming at him. “You cheating Son-of-a-Bitch!” Then she slapped him. I could see her Mom, sitting in the car hiding her face in embarrassment. Everyone else, including myself started laughing. Nobody noticed when Wes handed me the cordless phone. I dialed the police and told them that a crazy woman was attacking my ex. When I hung up the phone, I was overcome with an attack of giggles.

All eyes were on the cat fight in the street. Elliot tried to shield himself as his crazy woman attacked him. She kept screeching, “Give me your keys. I”m kicking your ass out!” When the police finally arrived, they decided that Elliot was in the wrong just because he was a guy, which is a common rule with the police in my hometown. They made him give up the car keys. But let him keep his apartment keys. By the time his girlfriend left, he was in tears. He sat in the middle of the street, crying like a baby.

I waited three hours to take him home. When we got there all of his girlfriend”s belongings were gone. He cried even louder while I laughed and laughed. I let him load his things into my car, then we went back to my house. As soon as I got inside, I picked up the phone and called Elliot”s mother. I said, “He is homeless. I am NOT taking him back. You have two days to get some bus money to him so he can come home to you.” Two hours later, his sister called, saying she had paid for a bus ticket to be used the next day.

I gladly volunteered to take him to the bus station the following morning. I waited til the bus left, to insure he got on it, before I headed home. I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. With Elliot out of the picture once again, I went back to my usual ways. The next night, Della”s brother, Wayne called me up and invited me over. I knew what he wanted before I got there. We watched several hours of porno movies before anything happened.

It was a repeat of what happened at the party, except it occurred on the couch. He sat on my chest, pinning me down while fucking my mouth. He thought it was funny when I gagged on his cum. So I sat up and punched him in the arm, leaving a purple welt. After that he was afraid to try anything with me again. We always teased each other and flirted but nothing else.

I started going to a country bar with Della and Barbie on the weekends. I had never been a bar hopper before and was glad for something new to do. I spent most of my time drinking and watching guys. I rarely went out on the dance floor. Several guys hung out with our little group. One guy in particular took a fancy to Della. He was a big old red neck named Lee. He was about fifteen years younger than Della, but they hit it off pretty good. They danced and sucked on each others necks almost every minute of the evening. I aggravated the hell out of him by stealing his bottle of beer when he was on the dance floor. He always returned to the table to find the bottle empty and me laughing at him.

This became a little game between us. He would set the beer down and start kissing Della while trying to keep his eye on that bottle. I still managed to snatch a few more of his drinks before he started keeping them in his hand at all times. Several months into Lee and Della”s dancing & kissing relationship, that never ventured outside the bar, I found out that Della was seeing an old boyfriend of hers. One night she asked me if I would give Lee a ride home, so she could go fuck her ex boyfriend, Joe. I agreed, even though I didn”t think she should be two timing a sweet guy like Lee. Despite all efforts to dislike him, I had secretly grown to like him more than even I realized.

Although I had been drinking way to much again that night, I drove out of that parking lot without a second thought. About five minutes into the drive, I turned to Lee and said, “I want to tell you something. Della has gone to be with her ex-boyfriend. She lies to you every weekend, saying that she is going home early. When she is really going to fuck, Joe.” Lee turned to me and said, “That bitch. How long has this been going on? I shrugged and said, “For quite some time.” After a few minutes of silence, I said, “Do you want to go to my house or yours?” He looked at me thoughtfully then said, “Let”s go to yours.” Although nothing was said about it, the sexual electricity in the air was thick. I think both of us sensed it.

When we arrived at my house, we went inside and cranked the air conditioner down low. After drinking for hours we were both hot. At that time my house was empty because I had put everything in storage because I was letting the house go at the end of the month. So we had to nothing to sit on but the floor. I chose to lay down with my legs propped up on the wall. It didn”t take long for Lee to make his move. He turned the lights off, then laid down next to me.

Without warning he leaned over me and kissed my deeply. His tongue danced all over my mouth as he kissed me. I thought he was going to smother me with that kiss before he pulled back. His hands began to explore me. He slowly undressed me as he reached each place. Within minutes I was naked. It only took him an instant to wiggle out of his clothes.

I was to drunk to make any moves myself. I”m not sure why though, because I was able to drive the fifteen miles to my house without running off the road. But I lay there, being lethargic as he had his way with me. Don”t get me wrong, I was a willing participant. I just couldn”t be the aggressor like I usually was.

He slid over on top of me, parting my thighs with his. I wrapped my legs around his back, giving him entrance to my womanhood. He slid into my hot depths, groaning in pleasure as my heat enveloped him. He began to rapidly fuck me. He buried his face in my cleavage as my tits jiggled wildly. Harder and faster he pounded into me. I could barely catch my breath between strokes.

It didn”t take him very long to cum. But he did not rest long before he was “jumping my bones” again. He fucked me four or five times in a row. By the time he was done, I had his cum all the way down my thighs. I have never seen so much cum in all my life. I lay on that floor, still half drunk, saying, “I”ve been slimed.” Lee laughed when I said that. Than he replied, “Sorry, It”s been a while since I got laid. Guess I had some cum build up.” I sat up, looking down at my cream covered thighs, then said, “What a fucking understatement!”

Within five minutes we were both ready to go again. We walked into one of the empty bedrooms. Lee laid down on the floor and I crawled between his legs and began to lick his cock. He tensed up a bit when I began to suck his length into my mouth. He groaned in pleasure when I took him in until my lips hit his balls. My lips glided up and down his muscles, milking him with every stroke.

As his pleasure intensified, he began to squirm and wiggle frantically. I could tell he was close to cumming just as he pushed my mouth away from him. I immediately crawled up onto him, straddling his member. I wasted no time in lowering myself on to his shaft. Up and down I moved, rapidly. He moaned and said, “Oh yes.”, as I tightened my muscles around his cock. I bounced wildly on his pole, rubbing my inner depths.

We reached orgasm simultaneously, gushing extreme quantities of cum out. His hot cream over flowed my pussy, and oozed out onto him with a gush of my womanly essence. I collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily. After a few moments, I rolled off of him and lay on the carpeted floor, trying to recover.

ring myself on to his shaft. Up and down I moved, rapidly. He moaned and said, “Oh yes.”, as I tightened my muscles around his cock. I bounced wildly on his pole, rubbing my inner depths.

We reached orgasm simultaneously, gushing extreme quantities of cum out. His hot cream over flowed my pussy, and oozed out onto him with a gush of my womanly essence. I collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily. After a few moments, I rolled off of him and lay on the carpeted floor, trying to recover.

Once again, Lee”s stamina amazed me. He was ready for more sex in just a few minutes. I was laying on my belly half asleep, when he crawled between my legs again. He nudged my ass until I rose up on my knees. I felt him parting my pussy lips with the tip of his cock. He thrust into me very hard, going in and out like a bat out of hell with no particular rhythm. His style reminded me a little of Elliot”s. I said, “Stop. Let me show you the way it feels best.”

Lee remained still as I started sliding my cunt back and forth along his pole. Once I got a good pace going, he joined in. We moved harder and faster with each stroke. His shaft slid in deeper with every thrust. Our moans and groans of pleasure echoed loudly through that empty house. The dogs next door started barking when I squealed in delight as I was swept away by another orgasm. My rippling muscles pulled the cum out of Lee. His back arched as he shot another load of cum deep inside me.

We fell to the floor, laying in an ever growing puddle of juices. I rolled several times to get away from the wet spot. He followed my lead, not wanting to lay in it either. When he did not make any moves in the next ten minutes, I figured he had finally tired himself out. Seeing that the sun was coming up, I decided to get in one more round of fun before taking him home. He was laying next to me with his eyes closed when I slid between his legs. I engulfed him with my mouth before he had even realized that I had moved.

He said, “Oh God. No more. I”m going to die if this keeps up.” I pulled my mouth off of him and said, “At least you will die with a smile on your face.” Then I greedily sucked his length back in. He whined in protest but made no move to stop me and I bobbed my mouth up and down his cock. I sucked him until he was on the verge of cumming again, when he stopped me by flipping me over onto my back. I remember thinking how unusual it was for a guy not to want to cum in my mouth. Later on in our relationship, he admitted to me that I was the first one to give him a real blow job and he couldn”t handle the intensity of it at first. Which is why it took me several months to teach him to cum in my mouth.

He began kissing me frantically while running his hands up and down my body. Then he mounted me with one hard stroke. He fucked me with a frenzy, going faster and faster until he grunted very loud. His twitching cock set off another climax deep inside me. Our mouths met in a heated sloppy kiss as we came all over each other again.

After another brief rest break, we started getting dressed. I took him home, then drove over to my parents house to crash in their extra bedroom. They took one look at me and knew that I must have had one hello of a night. My hair looked like a wild woman”s and I”m sure I reeked of cum. But I went to bed immediately. I woke up later that day and took a long shower before calling Della.

The first thing she said to me was, “Did you really fuck Lee all night long?” “Hell no! Why do you thing that?”, I replied. She said, “Because Lee told me that he was with you all night.” I spent the next ten minutes trying to convince her that he was lying. When I was done talking to her, I called Lee and told him that he better call her back and tell her that it was all a lie or I would never fuck him again. Then I hung up. I was so pissed off because he had been bragging about it. He did as I told him though, he called Della back and said he had been lying.

So the next weekend, after several hours at the bar, Della went to be with Joe for the night and I spent the night fucking Lee again. This became a regular pattern that got a little trickier to pull off once the rent ran out on my empty house. I started taking him home with me to my parents house, sneaking him into their spare bedroom and fucking him all night long. Of course my mother had a pretty good idea of what was going on but she didn”t say much about it. At the time Lee was staying with his cousin, so we couldn”t go to his place.

We began to see each other regularly. Since I had spilled the beans about Della and Joe, she didn”t bother lying to Lee anymore. So we didn”t try to hide our relationship from her. About a month after I had been dating Lee, I found out that I needed to take a trip up to Kansas City, Missouri to tie up some lose ends with Elliot. Lee was not happy about that. I promised him that I would be back in a few days.

I took a plane, rather than drive. My uncle picked me up at the airport and dropped me off at Elliot”s parents home. We spent a couple hours talking before going upstairs to his bedroom. Nothing happened at first, we simply lay on his bed talking and laughing about old times. I told him about my boyfriend, Lee. Elliot told me he wasn”t seeing anyone. Later, I would find out that was a lie.

Eventually the talking ended and the making out started. We did all our old favorite positions and came in his bed so many times that the mattress was soaked through. The entire time I was with Elliot, I was feeling guilty about Lee. He had trusted me to go see Elliot without letting anything happen. Now that I think back to that night with Elliot, I have decided that was the closure we both needed. It has been over eight years now, and we have not seen each other since.

On the flight home, I grew more nervous about Lee. I would probably see him later that day. I wasn”t sure how to handle the situation. I have always been one to believe that honesty is best in a relationship. Plus I had never cheated on anyone before that. When I got off the plane, I thought I was going to die. Lee was waiting for me at the gate with my parents.

He took one look at my face and knew what had happened with Elliot. The guilt was very obvious. I didn”t make eye contact with him on the ride back to my parents house. I knew that he had picked up the vibes. Nothing was said until that evening, when we were alone. I told him every detail of what happened with me and Elliot that weekend.

Lee was angry but at the same time he was very aroused from hearing me talk about the sex. He has always been very curious about the men I have been with. I never told him about most things. When he reads this story, he will at last have all the answers he has wanted for so many years. But I”m willing to bet he will also have a very hard cock ready for me to suck when he finished reading this.

Somehow our relationship went on smoothly, after my trip to Missouri. The following month, we moved in together. One of his co-workers moved into our spare bedroom. He only stayed a few weeks though. During those weeks, he started going to the bar with us. One of those nights he asked Barbie and me if we like to do a threesome. We took one look at each other and laughed. Even though I turned that opportunity down, Barbie began to tell lies to Lee. She told him that I was fucking our roommate. Which was not true. Things got pretty bumpy after that. Many ups and downs because there was very little trust between us.

Things did not go so well that first year of we were together. Lee believed all of Barbie”s lies. Instead of asking me if it was true, he started having sex with Barbie. It was many months later before he told me why he had been acting so strange. I told him that I did not screw anyone else, that Barbie was lying because she wanted him for herself. I thought he believed me. But he did not confess the affair at that time. He didn”t have to tell me, I already knew. Their behavior made it obvious.

Since I had figured out he was sleeping around long before he ever got around to admitting it, our relationship grew more and more distant as time passed. I finally told him to go stay with his brother in a town that was about two hours away and that I would join him the following week so we could get a new start. I never had any intention of going. Luckily the transmission went out on my car the following week. I had the perfect excuse not to show up.

He stayed with his brothers a month before coming back to town. By that time, I had gone to stay with my family again. He found an old friend from school that needed a roommate. His name was Chris. He moved in with him and I started to go visit regularly. I eventually made friends with Chris, too. When Lee finally got him a job at a nearby nursing home, I would sit and watch tv with Chris in the evening times.

We became pretty good friends, actually better friends then me and Lee ever were. Eventually me and Lee got a job together, cleaning buildings at night. It was a huge public library with four floors. There were so many places to get lost in that building. I would have loved to gotten fucked there, but we never took the chance. We worked there for several months. I would pick Lee up and take him home everyday. Then I would go to my parents house to sleep.

To make a long story short, Lee and Chris”s friendship eventually went bad because of bills that Lee ran up. He had to move because they were no longer getting along. However, I stayed friends with Chris, still visiting him on a daily basis. As time went on, the friendship began to change. One evening while watching tv, we got into a tickle fight. He surprised me by kissing me passionately while we were playing.

One thing led to another and eventually my hand found its way into his jeans. I was stunned at the size of his cock. It was at least ten inches long. Even though I was still seeing Lee, I let things go to far. I slid off the couch as Chris laid down, then I leaned over him, sucking his big cock. I couldn”t get more than half of it in my mouth at that angel. But I sucked him hard and fast, while jacking him off at the same time. He put his hand on my head, urging me to take more of it into my mouth. I ignored him, sucking as I had been. When I felt him tensing up and his muscles twitching, I sucked him in as deep as I could. He came in my mouth and I swallowed every drop of it.

After that he asked me to go to the bedroom. I nervously followed him and even got in bed with him. When he asked me if he could fuck me. My nympho instincts seemed to be gone. Where I would have normally jumped at the chance, I froze instead. I lay there wondering why I could give him head but couldn”t fuck him. Without answering Chris, I left the bedroom. I knew that pissed him off even though he never said so.

Our friendship became a little more distant after that. Neither of us spoke of that night again. I started spending far more time with Lee and rarely going to see Chris. By that time Lee had found a new place to live. I would go see him late at night and we would sit in my car and talk. One night I let him feel me up until I came all over the seat and my clothes. Luckily he got a job soon after that night. Then we were able to stay in motels. Of course the main reason we got the room each night was to fuck each other senseless.

That”s about the time that we starting getting a little bit kinky. We started out with food play, using whipped cream and bananas. He would spray my pussy full of whipped cream, then insert a banana inside me. Then he shoved his cock inside me. That always made me feel over full. He would hump me hard and fast, pressing that banana deeper and deeper inside me. It felt like a gigantic cock was pounding me. After cumming, he would pull out, then watch the banana ooze out of me. We only did that a few times because the motel maid had a shit fit when she saw the sheets.

From then on, he would slide the banana and cream inside me, then eat them. So as to not leave a mess. Then it was my turn to cover him in interesting things. I liked to stack pineapple rings on his cock, having to break the ring open of course. Then I would coat the stack with whipped cream. I used the tip of my tongue to lick up every drop of the cream, then I would nibble those pineapple rings until I had them all eaten. Which was followed by a thorough licking of his cock and balls before deep throating his shaft until he erupted in my mouth. He loved it when I would show up with a can of pineapples. Sometimes he would break them in pieces and slide them inside me. Although being turned into a fruit salad can be sticky, it is very stimulating, especially when a tongue bath is required to clean up the mess.

Wanting to act out a few fantasies, I started having Lee tie me up. He would tie my hands to the headboard then proceed to tease me into a frenzy. Having been with me for a couple years by that time, he knew exactly what to do to me to make me insanely horny. He would caress my nipples and clit until I was so worked up that I could break lose, then I would attack him. As most guys know, it can be quite stimulating to have a woman jump on them and do as she pleases with their cock.

Lee loved it when I would pin his arms on the bed and attack him with my mouth. Of course he could have easily overpowered me, but he liked that helpless feeling, fantasizing that a wild crazed nympho was raping him. I did tie his hands to the bed a few times but that was to intense for him. Because he liked to put them on the back of my head and set the pace of my blow jobs.

In turn, it always made my pussy wetter than a stream, when he placed his hands on my head, pumping his length into my throat. I often closed my eyes and pretended that he had secured my wrists behind my back before fucking my face. I eventually shared this fantasy with Lee. He was only happy to please me. One night I let him tie me up with a telephone cord. He had me lay on my stomach with my arms at my side. He knotted the middle of the cord around one of my wrists, then pulled it across my back, to tie the other wrist. He grabbed the free end of the cord that was attached to my right wrist and tied it to my left ankle, then he secured my left wrist to my right ankle, making an X shape across my ass. He left enough free cord between that I could rise up on my knees.

He moved up to the head of the bed and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back to kiss me passionately. Then he sat down and scooted his crotch below my face. I locked my eyes on his as he lowered my head til my lips met his throbbing cock. My juices were already seeping down my thighs as I opened my mouth. I relaxed and let him have total control of my face. He intertwined both his fingers on the back of my head and began to bob my head up and down. I gripped his cock tight with my lips, milking him with each stroke.

Sometimes I would pretend to fight him, so he would lean forward and give me a smack on the ass. The tingles would send a surge of desire through me and I would increase my suction on his cock. As the intensity increased, he would begin to thrust upward each time he drove my mouth down. I would gag on his thick cock, making him groan in pleasure. He also loved to thrust into my throat and hold my head still because I would start swallowing rapidly, in an attempt not to gag. My throat muscles would massage him like a quivering pussy. One time I asked him how good it felt and he said it was so intense that he thought the head of his cock was going to explode.

Each time we did this position, with me tied up, he would cum three or four times the normal amount. Which eventually led to a new game. If I did not manage to swallow every drop of his cum, Lee would force me to lick him clean. Then he would leave me tied up while he watched tv, preferably a porno movie. When he started getting aroused again, he shoved his shaft back into my mouth, pumping me until he was throbbing. Then he would slide around behind me and smack my ass until I rose up on my knees.

Lee would slide the tip of his cock up and down my slit from my clit to my ass. I always felt very vulnerable, knowing he could fuck me in the hole of his choosing. He liked to slide into my pussy and fuck me hard, letting his balls bounce against my clit until I was on the verge of cumming. Then he would stop and wait for me to relax.

I always knew what was coming next when he would pull his shaft out of me and place one hand on each of my ass cheeks. I would squirm in a vain attempt at getting away as he aimed his cock head at my tight ass. Then he would ram himself into me smiling as I cried out in pain and pleasure as those nuts hit my clitty.

A deep growl of pleasure usually followed, then he would proceed to fuck my ass with all his might. Harder and faster he liked to fuck me, bringing wails of pleasure from me as his big cock took me to closer to orgasm. He would pound my ass repeatedly until I was to sore to sit down. Only then would he cum deep inside me. He liked to tease me by saying that if I was “bad” the next day, he would rip open my sore ass with his cock again. I always told him that there was no way because my ass was to swollen.

Of course he liked that idea, knowing my ass would be tighter than ever. So one evening at the motel, when I was feeling very sore from an ass fucking the night before, he informed me that he was going to fuck my ass again. I refused and headed for the door to go home. He blocked the doorway with his body, and told me that I was not leaving that room until he had fucked all three of my holes. I pretended to get mad, trying to shove his large frame out of my way, so I could leave.

He took my car keys away from me, and pushed me onto the bed, pinning me down with his body weight. I tried to kick and fight him to get lose but it was of no use. He was just to strong. I kept up my fake fight until he started to tire, by then he had managed to wrestle me out of my pants and panties. I squeezed my legs together, and crossed my ankles, determined to make him fight for it, if he was going to fuck my ass again.

Lee pulled me off the bed by my hair, onto my knees. I refused to open my mouth, until he yanked so hard on my hair that I opened my mouth to yell, ouch. But before I could say it, he had stuffed his extremely hard cock into my throat. I noticed immediately that his cock was the largest I had ever seen it. I knew that the game we were playing was turning him on as much as it was me. His cock was normally average sized, about six inches. That night it must have been eight inches and twice as big around as normal.

He proceeded to savagely fuck my face while talking dirty to me. “I”m going to rip your tight ass open with my big cock. I want to hear you scream when I fuck your ass, bitch.”, He told me. I moaned through my mouth full of man meat, increasing my suction which almost made his knees buckle. He plowed into me faster and harder, repeatedly gagging me. Just as his balls began to tighten against my chin, he pulled out of my mouth and squeezed his shaft until the urge to cum subsided.

Then he pulled me back up onto my feet and pushed me toward the bed. My upper body landed on the end of the mattress, leaving my ass sticking up in the air. Before I could move, he pressed himself up against me, while holding my upper body down with his arms. I squirmed to get away, but it was to late. I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against my ass.

He moved one hand to my hair, pulling my head upward for leverage as he plowed his full length into my ass. I screamed, “Oh God!”, as he thrust into me. The pain was only momentarily as his balls began to ricochet off my pussy lips. Tingling sensations rippled through me, intensified by the things he was saying to me. “Oh yes. Your ass is so tight, bitch. It feels so fucking good. I”m going to fuck this ass the rest of the night.”

By the time the sun came up, my throat was sore, my pussy was inflamed and my ass was swollen shut. But I had loved every minute it of it. I had always wanted to be dominated and was living out my fantasy. When I would leave in the mornings he would say, “Don”t forget who that mouth, ass and pussy belong to. They are mine and I am going to fuck them again tonight.” Then he would kiss me so passionately that it took my breath away.

It got to the point that I would immediately undress when arriving at the motel room and start sucking his cock without him telling me too. My cock sucking addiction had reached its height. I could not get enough of it. When I wasn”t with him during the days, while he was working, I thought of nothing else but that cock. After arriving home each morning, before falling asleep, I would play with my clit until I came, while thinking about sucking that cock.

Lee knew about my addiction to cock sucking and was determined to keep my craving satisfied so I would never again be tempted to suck another guy. He made the mistake of bragging to a few of his friends about my talented mouth. They would try to catch me alone and ask me to suck them off. I always refused. One guy even offered to eat my pussy, promising me an unforgettable orgasm. As good as that sounded, I was repulsed by him and told him, that I would wait until Lee got back into a pussy eating mood.

But by that time I had spoiled Lee with my cock sucking to the point that neither of us ever thought about him going down on me. It was always me giving him oral sex, in a variety of positions. As the offers from his friends continued to pour in, and I kept turning them down, I began to wonder why I was saying no. I loved sex to the point of being addicted to it. I had always liked being a slut, going from one guy to the next. I did not understand why I couldn”t do anything with another guy.

Every time I had considered accepting one of the offers from his friends, I literally froze up and chickened out. I never let on that I was tempted. I simply said no and walked away, even though I wanted to do it at times. I could have been a regular at a sex addicts meeting if I had chosen to do so. However, I was not interested in giving up the nightly sex. We rarely took a night off from fucking. It happened to by that time of the month, I would simply suck Lee all night long.

My nights of being Lee”s fuck toy came to an abrupt halt when he had to spend a few weeks in jail for writing some hot checks. At first, I didn”t know what to do with myself. The need to be fulfilled by my cock sucking addiction was stronger than ever. I once again found myself in the position to be with one of his friends. I knew that he was locked up and could not stop me. Plus he would never have to find out. When I figured out that I still could not take the offer, I decided to try to find out what was wrong with me.

Much to my own embarrassment, I started seeing a therapist. I told her many of the details about my sex life, that I have listed in this story. She listened, not commenting until I was finished talking. When I told her that I could not be with another guy no matter how much I wanted to and I didn”t understand why, she was able to clue me in on what was going on inside me.

“You have a need to be loved that is so intense that you are willing to do anything to get it. It gives you the temporary feeling of being whole.”, She told me. “Well, then why can”t I do it with any other guy besides Lee?”, I asked her. She smiled and said, “Oh, that answer is very clear to me. Look inside your heart and you will know the reason.” I stared at her like she was crazy but began to think about her words. Although mine and Lee”s relationship seemed like it was based around sex, there were true deep feelings. I knew then that it was our mutual love for each other that had changed me.

When I smiled at the therapist, she said, “Before you met Lee, you were on a road to self destruction. Sleeping with any guy that came along. In a way, his love saved you from yourself. Even though you play these sex games together, the feelings you have for one another seem very apparent to me. If you would take the time to talk to each other and learn to be best friends, all this extra sexual desire would subside. And the two of you would be more fulfilled than ever.”

Her words puzzled me at first. But I realized she was right and contemplated about what I should do next in my relationship with Lee. We had come to a crossroads. I could simply walk away at this point, with him being in jail. Or I could show him how I really felt, in some way other than sex. I chose to stay with him, and asked him if we could get a place together again and make a whole new start of our relationship.

He happily agreed to this and we moved to another state to get a new start where nobody knew us. We did not want any interference from friends or our families which were entirely against us getting back together. During the two years we were separated and sneaking around at motels, we had kept it a secret. But we were determined to prove them wrong and set out to make our new lives work.

Our sex life was toned down automatically as we struggled to meet our financial needs. That turned out to be a blessing for us. Although we still have our ups and downs, we are closer than we ever before. All the years we spent together, lost in that sexual euphoria had kept our hearts from truly bonding. Now we have a child together that bonds us for life. As if she were conceived with the purpose of making us grow up and keep us on our toes, she inherited all of our contrary behaviors.

She loves to keep both us so aggravated that we fight more frequently. But I believe that each battle is merely a test of love that makes our family bond grow stronger as each day passes. I can honestly say that I was at the end of my rainbow when I met Lee. If it hadn”t been for him, I surely would have ended up dead. Although I do not l say it often enough, I love Lee with all my heart and soul. I thank God every day for sending him to me…. Not a moment to soon.

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