15 comments/ 63928 views/ 6 favorites My Di By: Just Plain Bob The bookmakers in Vegas would have laughed at you if you would have asked for odds on it happening or they would have just said, "Maybe a billion or a billion and a half to one." But happen it did and I'm sitting here at a table with my wife and I'm watching disaster walking straight toward me. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Back in May I had received a phone call from a guy I used to work with. "You ready to leave Michigan yet?" "Why? What's up?" "The company I'm working for is looking for a few people with your qualifications. How does $3800 an month to start sound?" "About $900 a month more than I'm getting now." "And that ain't all bud. Fully paid health insurance, nine paid holidays, one week's vacation after one year, two after two and after five you get three. Throw in profit sharing and a company matching 401k and would it sound like something you might be interested in?" "Who do I have to kill?" "I'll send you an application. Send it back to me with a resume and I'll see if we can't get you out here to beautiful Colorado." Three days later I received the application, sat down and I filled it out and sent it back the next day. Ten days later I got a phone call inviting me to Denver for an interview. I flew out, was offered a job, which I accepted and then I flew back home to break the news to my wife. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Even after having been married for ten years I obviously didn't know Kirby as well as I thought. I expected her to have a hissy fit at having to pack up and move twenty-four hundred miles to a city where she knew absolutely nobody, but all I got was "Denver? That's a lot closer to South Dakota than here." "What's in South Dakota?" "That's were I was born and where I lived until I was seventeen and dad moved us here." "You want to go back and visit I take it." "I wouldn't mind going back to see Di again." "Who is Di?" "My best friend all the way from kindergarten through the eleventh grade. We kept in pretty close touch until about a year before I met you." "What happened then?" "I don't know; she just stopped answering my letters and when I tried to call her all I got was a "This number is no longer in service." "Well, the good news is that you will have plenty of time to go up to South Dakota and visit while I getting up to speed on the new job. The bad news is that you will have to stay behind and sell the house while I go on ahead. I'll start looking for a house as soon as I get there and with any luck we'll sell ours and I'll have a place for us to move into when you get there." "When do you have to leave?" "I have to be there on the eighteenth." "Better stock up on vitamins and pep pills then." "What for?" "You are going to have to make love to me twice a day every day until you leave to make sure that I have enough to hold me until I get out there. Of course you don't have to. I could always sample the local talent until you are ready for me."" "We better make that three times a day just to make sure that you can hold out." "What's the matter lover, afraid some young stud might want to ring my chimes?" "I know that some studs are going to want to, I just want to make sure that you don't give them the chance." "Was there a compliment in there somewhere?" "Come on baby, I'll race you to the bedroom." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next couple of weeks were busy ones. I gave my two week notice, bought a shell for the back of my pick up truck and then started packing what I would need to set myself up in an apartment. We put the house up for sale, did a survey of all we had to decided on whether or not we wanted to make the effort of moving it and came up with a quite a lot to put out in a garage sale. The night before I left Kirby did her best to give me enough sex to hold me until we could be together again and in the morning I kissed her goodbye and pointed the truck toward Colorado. The trip took twenty-three hours of actual driving time and when I got to Denver I spent the first three days staying at my friend Gene's house while I looked for a place of my own. I finally found an apartment that didn't require a long-term lease and moved in. Two days later I started my new job and then it was ten and twelve hour days as I worked at learning my new job and learning the ways of the company. On my days off I went house hunting. I was hampered by the fact that I had no down payment until my house in Michigan was sold and I ended up losing out on a couple of really nice ones. One day while I was looking at houses with a real estate agent I commented on the fact that I was wasting the time of both of us and he asked why. I told him and he asked, "Can you come up with fifteen hundred?" "Yeah, I can do that." "That is all you need to get an FHA loan. You'll need to bring ten percent down at the closing, but fifteen hundred is all you need to get the ball rolling." We went back to one of the ones that I had liked and it was still available so I made an offer, it was accepted and then the owner asked me if I would like to rent the house while waiting for closing. The rent was only one-fifty more than I was paying for my apartment so it was a no brainer for me. I moved in and set up housekeeping and that is when life got complicated for me. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "You have to have a house warming" Gene said. "Yeah, but shouldn't I at least wait until Kirby gets out here and we can get some furniture in the place?" "Hell no. Furniture will only clutter up the place. You got hardwood floors in the living room and dining room and that's perfect for dancing." "I still think I should wait for Kirby to move out here." "You can have a real honest to god house warming when she gets out here with invitations and everything. This one will be just for the people that you work with. Just a little get together to get to know them better." "Think so huh?" "Yeah. Just some beer drinking, some dancing and some socializing with the people you work with." We set it up for a Tuesday after work and everyone just came to my place instead of going to the bar for happy hour. No significant others, just the people from work. I heard later that it was a pretty good party and I know that the part of it that I remember was, but it got pretty drunk out for me and I have no idea what happened after I flaked out. What I do remember is waking up in the morning with a hot mouth on my cock. I raised up and shook my head to clear it and saw Diane from Accounting looking up at me as her head bobbed up and down on my dick. Once she saw that I was awake she stopped sucking on me, moved up and lowered herself onto my pole. "I couldn't find an alarm clock to set for you so I decided to stick around and play alarm clock myself." I had to admit that it did beat the hell out of hearing a 'click' followed by some radio station coming on, but it wasn't supposed to be happening. I didn't cheat on Kirby. At least I never had before and I had never intended to, so how did this happen? It was too late to stop it; actually, it had been too late when I woke up with my cock in Diane's mouth, so I just laid back and enjoyed it. Diane bounced up and down on me for two or three minutes and then she said, "I can never get off when I'm on top. You awake enough to get the job done?" "I can try," I said and I put my arms around her and rolled her over onto her back. Another two minutes and she gave a little cry, her body shook a little and seconds later I let loose my load. After a few seconds for her to catch her breath she said, "I'd like to do it again. Think you can get it up quick enough to do the deed and still get us to work on time?" I did and we did just make it to work with minutes to spare. On the drive to work Diane asked, "When is your wife going to be here?" "Not until we sell the house in Michigan, why?" "Just wanted to know how long I had you to play with. We are going to do this again, right?" "I don't really think that would be a good idea. What happened this morning shouldn't have and I'm pretty sure that had I been awake it wouldn't have." "Don't be silly sweetie, if you didn't want it to happen there wouldn't have been a second time. For that matter, I'm only five feet one and soaking wet I don't weight more that a hundred and ten pounds. You could have easily pushed me away when you woke up. What I am offering sweetie, is no strings attached all you can handle sex until your wife gets here." "Why do you want to do that?" "Because fucking other women's husbands is what turns me on and it is safe." "What do you mean by safe?" "No emotional involvement for one thing. Also, hubbies don't usually play around that much because they don't want to take anything unwelcome to the little woman. That means they don't give me anything either. Best of all, they usually don't tell." "You make a good case, but I love my wife and I want to stay faithful to her. Well, as faithful as I can after this morning. I'm just not a fool around kind of guy." "I know that about you sweetie; that is the reason I want you. You are exactly the type of married man I like. You love your wife so you don't play around and that makes you safe. Think about it sweetie. Think about that slow, sensuous blow job and the two times we played. You liked it and you can have all you want until your wife gets here and then I'll fade away." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I'd like to say that I put her out of my mind and didn't give her proposition any thought, but I can't. Working ten feet from her ten hours a day, five days a week made that impossibility. Whenever I looked at her I remembered that hot mouth on my cock and the tightness of her pussy as she rode me. One of the things that help keep a married man faithful is that even though he might have an urge to play from time to time he doesn't have, or want to spend the time and energy necessary to bed another woman. He doesn't want to make a play and be refused. He doesn't have or want to waste the time to date, to work up to the point where you try the first kiss, the first tentative touching of a leg or breast, with the possibility of being turned down always lurking in the background. I didn't have any of those obstacles facing me. Diane was there and she was ready. All I had to do was ask, "See you after work?" and it was a done deal. As far as the 'faithful' business was concerned technically I no longer was and Diane had been right; I could have easily pushed her away and I could damned sure have said no to the second round. Before the morning I found Diane in my bed I had gone six weeks without sex and it could be a month or two more before I could fly back and spend a weekend with Kirby or get her out to Denver. I will say this - I tried. I fought it, I really did and I was successful right up to the night of Gene's birthday party. I wasn't drunk, but I did have too much to drink to drive safely and so I spent the night in Gene's spare bedroom. I woke up Saturday morning to a hand caressing my balls and a hot mouth on my cock and when I looked I was not surprised to see that it was Diane. She took her mouth off me and smiled. "Still playing at being an alarm clock although not to wake you up for work. Since we don't have to go to work today I wanted to wake you up early so we would have more time to fuck" and she went back to sucking my cock. I gave up the fight and we fucked three times before we got out of bed. As we dressed she said, "You need to take me out to breakfast. I plan on fucking you all day and I need to store up some energy. I'll fuck you all night too if you can handle it." Gene had the coffee on when Diane and I walked into the kitchen. He grinned at us and said, "I should have known better than to doubt her." "What does that mean?" "I told her not to waste her time on you, that you were Mr. Straight Arrow. I guess I never should have doubted her when she said she would get you." "Hell Gene, you knew telling me that was the same thing as waving a red flag at a bull. You should have known that would just make me try harder." "You're right. I should have known. Go my children and fornicate in peace." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Once I surrendered Diane and I might as well have been husband and wife. We were together every minute that we weren't at work and when we were together we were fucking. Diane was a unique experience in that she had no hang-ups when it came to sexual gratification. If it turned you on, she would do it. She laid it all out for me one night early in our relationship. "You want me on a picnic table in the park in broad daylight? I'm game if you are. Want me to suck you off in a movie theatre? I'll do it, but I get to pick the movie. Want to pee on me? Want me to pee on you? No problem sweetie, but if we do it at my place it has to be in the bathtub. You name it sweetie and I'm up for it. My goal is to completely satisfy you, and I do mean completely, until your wife gets here." I wasn't into anything except the "Big Three" - oral, anal and vaginal - but Diane made damned sure that I knew that everything else was available. When it came to the Big Three she had no preference. Here biggest turn on, apart from fucking the husband of another woman, was from the situations where the acts took place. She loved being fucked on her desk at work when no one else was around and even though we both had beds that we could have gone to she did like to be taken on the seat of my truck in parking lots. But Diane's biggest turn on was the one that made me feel the most guilty when we did it. She loved to be slowly ridding my cock or sucking it when I made my nightly call to Kirby. She never tried to make me moan or squirm or do anything that might make Kirby wonder about what was going on, but as soon as I hung up the phone Diane would be all over me like white on rice and the orgasms she had were tremendous. And don't think for one minute that I didn't wonder about what might be going on on the other end of that phone line. I had the utmost trust in Kirby, but then Kirby had the utmost trust in me and look what happened. All I could do was hope that if Kirby was playing it was with Diane's male counterpart - someone in it just for the sex - and I fervently prayed that I would never know about it and that Kirby would never know about Diane. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ On one of the rare nights that Diane didn't have my cock in one of her orifices I sat in a bar having a drink with Gene. The subject of Diane and me eventually came up and Gene laughed and said, "When it's over bud, is when you will find out that it really isn't over." "What the hell does that mean?" "Diane is honest when she says that when your wife shows up your affair will be over and she will move on, but what I'll bet that she hasn't told you is that fucking other women's husbands isn't all there is to her jones." "You need to explain that to me." "She gets off on talking to the wife." He saw the alarm come over my face and he laughed, "No, she doesn't rub it in. It just turns her on to sit across from the wife and make general conversation while thinking to herself, "I fucked your husband." She has even become good friends with some of them. She won't shoot you through the grease, but you could do yourself in by the way you act around Diane when she's with your wife. "That's how it usually happens. She will see the two of you together and she will walk up to you and say, "Is this your wife? Introduce me." You don't want to be nervous and give off vibes that your wife might pick up on." "Oh great! Just fucking great! That's me all right, Mr. Stoneface. Hell Gene, I had to quit playing poker because everyone could read my face like an open book. Kirby would know in a heartbeat." "Then best you make sure that the two of them never meet." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Two weeks after my conversation with Gene we had an offer on the house and we accepted. I flew back for the closing, rented a U-Haul truck and loaded up everything and headed back for Denver, but not before Kirby spent three days trying to fuck me to death. She was going to wait a week and then fly out. The drive back to Denver in the under-powered U-Haul took almost four days and when I got back Diane was waiting for me. "Hurry up lover" she said as she peeled off her clothes, "I have to get as much as I can before she gets here." We fucked up a storm for the next three days and on the morning of the day that Kirby was due to fly in Diane gave me one stupendous blow job and then got to work sanitizing the house so that no trace of her remained. Then she gave me one last passionate kiss, told me goodbye and I left for the airport. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ After we settled in and Kirby had spent a month trying to catch up on the sex she had missed she asked me if it would be all right if she took a few days and when up to South Dakota to visit family and friends. I of course said it was okay and to take as much time as she needed. She called me the next day and told me that aside from seeing two aunts it had been a wasted trip. "Nobody I knew stuck around. As soon as they could they all took off for bigger cities." "Didn't find your old girl friend I take it?" "No, near as I could find out she left town just about the time I lost touch with her. I'm going to get a good nights sleep and head on back tomorrow. I should be home before you go to bed. If not I'll try not to wake you." "You can wake me if you want to." "Oh? Would you like that? I know just how to do that." I knew what she meant of course and it made me suddenly feel guilty as hell when I remembered that Diane used to wake me the same way. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The thing I had been dreading most - Diane meeting Kirby - became moot when Diane was promoted and transferred to our Houston office. The next six months flew by. Kirby found a job that she liked, I was doing well at my job and the redecorating of our house was coming along and all in all I was pretty content. The holiday season snuck up on us and then it was time for the company Christmas party. Kirby and I were sitting at a table with Gene and his current girlfriend when all of a sudden Kirby squealed, "Oh my God, I don't believe it. I just don't believe it. It can't be, but it is." "Don't believe what sweetheart?" "She's here! My Di is here!" "What are you talking about?" "My girlfriend, the one I've been trying to get in touch with is here. There she is, over by the door, that's Di, that's my Diane!" I looked over at the door and a cold hand grabbed my heart. Diane stood there surveying the room, saw me, smiled and headed straight for our table. My Diary 10/8/00 Fisting, anal, being fucked by animals, being spit on, smacked, spanked, beat and abused, being instructed to fuck anywhere, anytime, with anyone or anything. That was the life I choose. Actually that life chose me. From the time I could remember my pussy throbbed. It throbbed with such a pulse that I just came to its calling. If my pussy desired a cock I found a cock. If that owner of the cock told me to fuck a beer bottle I would go to a beer bottle. If that cock owner also told me to put peanut butter on my cunt and have a dog lap it up, you got it, I did just that. I was a total submissive. I was born like this. I got off on being a total slave. Completely your sex slave; I would obey you, worship you, hell I would do anything for you, even die for you. I must have been like this all my life. I got myself in trouble as a kid on purpose just so I could receive a spanking from either my mom or dad. I didn't care who did it. Hell I would let my brother punish me if he was up for the task. In some ways it was a hell. Imagine it like this. A junky needs his drug; his whole life revolves around his next fix. My fix was sexual. Didn't matter what kind of sexual act it was; as long as there was some type of sexual tense involved I was game. I'm starting to wonder if my problem, which is what I call it is becoming obvious. My whole family has been acting weird around me lately. Did they see me; do they remember me moaning while being spanked when they thought I was crying? I don't know what it is, but they are acting very weird around me. Lying here right now writing all of this in my digital diary that I created with my computer that I got over Christmas I lay my thoughts down with words. Words of sex, hell sometimes the sex is disgusting, but that is what I am. I am anybody's anything. In some ways I'm every guys dream. Hell I'm no fox. Yes I have some big tits, which sag because of their size: 36D's. At the age of 16 I couldn't play softball anymore because the coach wanted me at time to slide face first. Believe me the tits get in the way. But my pussy, is bald, hell it's got to be, other wise my pubes will just be wet all the time, for I'm wet 24/7. Then there is my nice round ass and defined legs which I developed running 2 miles 3 days a week. Now thinking back at it, I guess I am hot. Hell I do have red hair, pale skin, and freckles but I think they are cute. Well I should get downstairs and spend some quality time with the family. I don't see them much lately. I'll write some more when I get a chance. 10/30/02 Diary, I know it's been awhile since I wrote, but I had to get my head straight. Something very weird is happening in my family. My brother, hell this is crazy, but my brother I think is hitting on me. I mean it's very discrete but there are some obvious signs; well they are obvious to me. I am finding when ever he finds my back to him he reaches around and gives me a hug. Don't get me wrong, it's nice to get a hug, especially by a family member that you love but what I have been noticing is I think I feel his firm hard cock pressing against the back of my ass between my cheeks. Hell, the last few days I think after he hugged me he kind of just held himself in that pose and then, call me crazy, but I think he discretely maneuvered his hands so they were barely holding my breasts from underneath. But to make matters worse he gave me a kiss and then a lick on the neck. But I have to admit; when he licked my neck, my knees buckled and my juices flowed. Hell you probably could have filled a drinking glass with what flowed out of my cunt that day. Well I need to lie down; things are just getting to my head. Besides, tomorrow is Halloween and I need to get into my custom. I'm going to dress as a naughty school girl and go with my family to a party. Have a goodnight diary. 11/1/02 Dear Diary I don't know if it was the alcohol or the events I wrote about before but at some point at the party I found myself on my knees giving my brother head. I mean I don't recall much. I remember going to the party, my brother had his hand on my thigh the whole drive there. When we all got there, my parents went to see their friends and family, and me and my brother went to see our cousins. During the night we had a lot of punch which I'm guessing must have been spiked; because I was getting dizzy and the only thing I had was punch. Well the next thing I know my brother is coming up to me asking me if I am alright, and then the next thing I know we are in the bathroom, I'm on my knees, he's holding my head, his head is tilted back and he is moaning loudly, and I'm deep throating his cock. When it was all over I swallowed all his cum, he helped me up and said, "We should get back, don't want to worry mom or dad." I think I said back to him, "Yes sir." Why would I say that? Whatever, but it get's weirder. Something happened on the way home. When we all got into the car dad said I didn't look too good, so since mom wasn't drinking anything she should drive and dad she sit with me in the back to make sure I'm okay. So while we were driving I think I moaned or something (was probably thinking about how my brothers cum tasted) but the next thing I know I see my father looking at me, his face is about 5 inches from mine and I feel his hand on my thigh, and he says, "Are you okay." Instead of me saying "yes" I remember taking his hand and placing it up and underneath my skirt till his fingers were on my wet panties and I said, "What do you think?" Well he didn't answer. Well that's not completely accurate, he didn't answer with words but his actions sure said a lot. After I put his hand there, I felt him slide my panties to the side and slowly sliding his fingers into my hot, juicy wet pussy. Pumping away, while at the same time using his thumb to rub my clit. God he was doing such a good job I came right there. I came so hard I had to bite on my lip so I wouldn't make a sound. God, first my brother then my father; who's next. Mom? My Diary Below is my own personal diary. I started a week after I turned 18. It was meant then to be a record for myself of what I thought then would be the craziest week of my life. How wrong I was. I'm 19 now, and what you're about to read is how I slept with no less then 365 men in 365 days. A different man a day. As you'll soon see, sometimes I slept with men repeatedly, and sometimes with multiple people at once- but not a day passed without a new dick. You may not believe this is a true record of my last year, you might think I'm stretching the truth or just making it all up- but I'm not. The only thing I have change is the names- except mine. I really am Kim. Oh- and I had to sort of 'novelize' it so it's readable. So sometimes I explained things to the reader that I obviously would not need to explain to myself. Day one. My Birthday. Today I became legal. Since I was 13 my mum reminded me every birthday not to have sex until I was an adult, until I was 18. She warned me of all the dangers heartaches and risks and she told me sex was not a Childs decision. I love my mum, and I know she's smarter then I am. So I promised not to have sex till I was 18- and I meant it. But for the last year I hated that I had. I was in love with my boyfriend, Josh -- or thought I was. In the end he fucked a slut from school because I wouldn't spread my legs for him. But I'd become an adult. If I decided to fuck someone, I could, and I though I probably would. The only problem with that is my family wants to spend the whole day celebrating. I'm not sure when I'll be alone long enough to fuck anyone. But I decided to play it by ear, after all, it didn't have to be my 18th birthday that I lost my virginity, any of the many days after would probably do. The party was a big one, I had invited all my friends from school, work and netball and mum had invited the extended family as well as our neighbors and her friends. There had to be a hundred people there. It was a hot day so daddy cooked a barbeque and everyone jumped in the pool. There were plenty of hot guys there. I showed off my hot body at the pool as much as I could, I wore my new 2 piece bikini and let all the boys cope an eyeful of my huge firm milky tits. I was glad to see Derrick checking out my curves, he's my friends older brother- now in collage- and he's completely hot. I toyed with the idea of letting him be my first. One of my girlfriends whispered into my ear that Billy was checking me out. I turned and looked towards him and our eyes locked for a moment, before he got embarrassed and looked away. He was sitting on the side of the pool and I could see his prick pressing into his swimmers. Me and he girls both giggled. Billy was only week or two older then me and he lived next door, he was a total computer geek- he had no idea how to even talk to girls. Everyone ate Daddy's food and sat around the table talking about me, mostly embarrassing stories of when I was 5 or 6. And then I got to open presents. As much as I loved the attention I snuck back into the house for some booze, It was legal for me to drink now I was 18, but I was still sure daddy wouldn't like it. As I stood in the kitchen with the fridge door open, sculling back my second cold beer I heard the backdoor open. I ignored it, I wasn't doing anything wrong. With me standing in front of the open fridge the way past me into the kitchen was almost completely blocked, but someone squeezed past me. Normally when someone squeezes past u like this it's acceptable to put a hand on them as you pass- for balance and to reassure them. It could even be acceptable to do it on someone's ass if you knew them well enough, but I wasn't expecting anyone to squeeze my ass as the walked past. It gave me goosebumps. I turned to face whoever it was as he passed by, and was shocked to see my older cousin. 'Was that just a playful cousin thing? Or is my cousin coming onto me?', he smiled coyly at me but I still couldn't read his intensions. At that moment I was interrupted by three of my girlfriends who literally dragged me away. The party eventually dwindled, but 20 or so people hung about to watch movies with us and play pictionary. I wanted to go out drinking in town, but mum quite sternly reminded me some of these guests had traveled interstate to see me today- and that I should go drinking next weekend. I went to bed happy, but a little annoyed. I didn't get the chance to fuck anyone. Now I forgot to mention one important person at my party. Garry. Garry is an old friend of my dads, they both served in Desert storm together. Garry saved my dad's life once (I don't know the details) during the war, so he's treated like family, better then family really. We all call him Uncle Garry. Garry's one of those guys who went to war and came back a different person, he can't hold a job or a relationship cause he gets these flashbacks or gets really depressed. Whenever things go badly for him he moves in here for a few months and we all look after him. This was one of the few times I had seen him happy. He had a job at a warehouse and dad thought he had a girlfriend (even though he refused to admit it) and he brought me an awesome present (a large silver framed mirror). I'm telling you this because about a half hour after I fell to sleep he crept into my bedroom. I was fast asleep after a day of food, booze and sun. I was exhausted. Garry (or so he told me later) carefully snuck into the room after he could hear the house had gone to sleep, and he simply stood there looking at me as I slept. For five minutes he stood there, watching me breath and staring at the bits of my body exposed from under my covers (I sleep naked). He moved over to the bed and grabbed the sheets. I was to tired to realize anything had changed. I'm blond, with shoulder length hair and white skin (although the sun the day had made me more pink then white), I'm not a stick-figure-model -- I have some fat on my bones but also a big round ass and large breasts. And that was what he saw when he looked at my naked body curled up on the bed. One of his hands reached out and stroked my thigh with a feather touch. In my sleep I began to dream of Derrick and of his hand on my thigh, I let out a soft involuntary moan. Encouraged by my moan he used both his hands to caress my body. He explored my legs, my butt, my waist and eventually settled on gently rubbing my breasts. I was still sleeping, and still thinking of Derrick's hands, dreaming that Garry was Derrick. In my dream I had seduced him, and I was guiding his hands. He rubbed my tits in awe and bent down to suck on my nipple. The sensation was amazing and I remember thinking how this was just a dream and I couldn't wait to feel this for real. His sucking became more and more urgent, and he sensed I was waking. He worried what would happen when I woke, but instead of this making him retreat it drove him to move forward all the faster. He carefully rolled me aside onto my back and gently opened my legs. In my dreams I kissed derrick and layed on my back for him, opening my legs. I gasped as I felt his hard cock press into my moist pussy. I gasped in surprise, in pleasure, and I began to realize it wasn't all a dream. Someone was pressing their hard dick inside me. For a few long moments I wasn't sure where I was, my mind raced with scenarios. I had been kidnapped and was tied up in someone's dungeon, or maybe someone had broken into our home and was raping me as they robbed us. When I realized these ideas both turned me on more then they scared me I was a little disgusted with myself. I felt him push his cock in deeper, pushing against my cherry and I considered keeping my eyes closed and letting some mystery man take my virginity. But curiosity got the better of me. Staring back at me were Garry's lustful eyes. His hands were pushed into the pillow on either side of my head and he was thrusting deeper inside of me. He wasn't an unattractive man, I had fantasized about him for a while when I was about 16, but he was not who I pictured as my first man. It was to late, as I considered weather or not to let him get far enough inside me- he did. I could feel his hard cock thrust me open, stretching my pussy to accommodate his monster. I gasped and bit my bottom lip, I was unsure I could handle it, he was pushing inside of me to quickly- he was too big. I didn't realize it but I had begun to shake my head. He slowed his thrusting, and looked me in the eyes. He even gently brushed my cheek with the back of his hand- like I was his little princess. He kissed me on the lips and then whispered into my ear. 'Babe, don't fight it. The first time is never easy but if you accept me into you it can become so much more enjoyable for you'. He didn't say anything about the new girlfriend of his who he was cheating on, he didn't apologize for putting his cock into me or say anything about the fact he was ment to be my daddy's best friend. He just said relax. The deed was done, no one else could take my cherry now- so I decided to take his advise. I nodded and he instantly picked his pace, pounding me over and over with his cock. It hurt, but also felt good, and I was slowly able to take more and more of him inside me. I began to make little moans, soon I was moaning more and more loudly and he had to put a hand over my mouth to stop the whole house hearing it. But his cock never missed a beat, if anything it got faster and harder as it slide in and out of my wet pussy. "I've watched you for a long time" He whispered into my ear. "You were forbidden fruit, you still are- but seeing you in that skimpy outfit today made me realize I had to be the man to take your innocence. " He was looking at me with such adoration, with genuine elation of finally having me all to himself. I smiled back at him, I felt pleased I could make this man- my 'uncle', a man who had so much unhappiness in his life- fulfill this dream. I kissed him on the lips, sliding my tongue inside his mouth. He responded by kissing me passionately, but tenderly and by using a hand to rub and twist my nipple. I moaned in his mouth. His cock was pounding my cunt so hard now that the bed was shaking, I could feel an orgasm building somewhere inside me and I wrapped my arms around him. Each thrust of his manhood inside me made my head swim, as if I was passing out for a brief moment each time he pushed his deepest into me. Then suddenly he slide it out of me. For a moment I was very confused, and upset but he walked to the head of the bed and dangled his cock in my face. It smelt like my pussy, and it was thick and long, with a slight curve like a pirate sword. I knew what he wanted before he told me, and I wanted it too. "I can't risk cuming in your pussy -- as much as I'd love to- so your going to learn about sucking cock." With no other warning he pushed it forward and rested the bottom of his helmet on my bottom lip, then he slid it forward into my waiting mouth. It tasted gross and intoxicating at the same time, and I felt a hunger for it in my belly. I'd never sucked a cock before, or even seen one, but my instinct was powerful and I let my lusts go to work on it. He moaned almost instantly. So far so good I remember thinking. I tried to lean my head back and open my throat, I pulled my lips over my teeth so I wouldn't bite him and then I wrapped my hand around the base of his warm cock so I wouldn't have to swallow the whole thing. Just 6 inches was hard enough, without tackling the rest. I read once in a Cleo that you should suck like you're trying to get a gold ball out of a garden hose, that's what I did. I sucked hard, and I sucked fast, and when I needed to breath a little I licked around his head, or along his cock from the balls to his cock-hole. Now it was him moaning so loud the house might wake, but it was because he was cuming. He'd only lasted about seven or 8 strokes in my mouth before his cock gushed a big load of hot steamy cum into my mouth. I couldn't take it all and I spat his cock and hic cum out- and it all spilled onto my naked boobs. He smiled, but a guilty look suddenly appeared on his face. He pulled up his pants and fled the room leaving me covered in his cock juice and without an orgasm. I had to bite my tongue not you yell 'Come back here and finish me off!'- dad would not have been impressed. So instead I let my fingers play with my clit. I had been real close before, so it didn't take long to reach the brink again. I don't know what possessed me to do it that first time, but as I began to cum I scooped a big wad of his cum off my tits and sucked it off my finger. After the orgasm rocked my body I lay back and considered what had just happened. I had been fucked in my sleep by my daddy's best friend. I woke up with a cock inside me and accepted it. Was I a Slut? A Nympho? Or was this normal? Did everyone do this, but just not talk about it- like a universal dirty secret. As great as that had been, the orgasm had not been brought on by sex with a man. Just before I fell to sleep I promised myself I would fuck someone else soon, and this time I wouldn't let them leave until I came by their hand (or cock or tongue-or whatever!).