0 comments/ 9403 views/ 4 favorites Julie's Sex Saga Ch. 01 By: toynwithwords My name is Julie, and I'm a 24 year old woman originally from a small mid-western town. I want to tell you how I became the cock hungry sex bomb that I am today. Growing up in that small town, there really wasn't much to do, and all the girls were raised to be "good girls". That meant no slutty dress, no heavy make-up, no wild parties, no staying out late on a date, and above all No Sex! There were two definite reasons to abide by the rules. First, there was your reputation. Word travels fast in a small town, and if a girl was to break the rules, it wouldn't take any time at all for the whole town to know. Once this happened, you were guaranteed to be scorned. Second, no girl wanted to explain to their parents why she was being talked about all over town. Funny though that these rules didn't apply to the boys. They were granted the "boys will be boys" pardon. Sure there were the occasional dalliances, but never for myself. I had a few close girlfriends, but I never dated. The only time I actually went out with a boy was for Senior Prom. Bobby Kendall asked me to go with him when it became evident we were about the only two left without a date. Why? You might ask. Well, let me explain. Bobby was a nice guy, but definitely a farm boy. His family had a large pig farm, and he spent all of his spare time working on the farm. One thing you learn about pig farms, or most any animal farm for that matter, is they are very odorous. Needless to say, this isn't something you can wash off your body in a matter of minutes. Bobby was also a bit on the chunky side, and none of it was very toned despite his chores around the farm. As for myself, I'm 5'5" with a small set of boobs, an OK butt, somewhat heavier than I would like to be and I lacked the will and/or creativity to make myself up to draw attention. My view was why bother. I didn't want to challenge the rules. Despite my lackadaisical approach to my appearance I do have to admit that my greatest asset is my legs. They are well toned from the amount of walking I do, and if I put on a pair of shorts or a dress, they can definitely draw attention. I would imagine a nice pair of Cum Fuck Me heels would enhance them even more, but I never had a reason to try to find out. As for the Prom, Bobby picked me up in his Dad's pickup truck. We spent the majority of the night as 2 wall flowers, and by 10:30 I was delivered home with a quick handshake from Bobby. While I may have "plain Jane" looks, I was fortunate enough to have a good head on my shoulders, and getting good grades came pretty easy to me. What was even more fortunate about it, was this would provide me an escape from the mundane life I had lived to that point. I applied to several colleges, and by the time the applications were processed, there were 3 schools which I had been accepted to. Wanting to break free, but hesitant to make a big leap, I chose a school that was a couple hundred miles away from home. This put some distance between myself and home, but not so much that I would feel totally isolated. When school started, I was put in a dorm room with Pamela Delgado. Pam was an absolutely stunning blonde. She has the looks that will make every guy in the school want to get in to her panties. I was horrified! Here I am with someone who is the complete opposite of myself. I had no idea what I was going to do. I hadn't even been to my first class and I already wanted to turn and run. Turns out I had no reason to be concerned. Pam was a really great, down to earth girl, and we became really good friends. Together we made a really great team. I was able to help Pam with her classes, and she slowly started teaching me how to become the woman that I had kept hidden. Don't get me wrong. Pam was not a slut. She knew how to dress, how to make herself up, how to be sociable, and how to handle the guys. She could drive a guy crazy and then knock him down like a 5 ton wrecking ball. She could become a really good friend to a guy without offering any other part of herself. Or, she could get a guy to fuck her brains out whenever she felt like it. One day Pam and I were just talking in our room. As the conversation progressed, I mentioned how much I envied her. She couldn't understand. In her mind I was the really the bright girl who had a tremendous future ahead of her. I had to explain how I felt very inferior as a woman, versus how together she was. As we continued to talk I explained my lack of experience with the male gender, my disregard to my personal appearance, and my reluctance to "break the rules" I had been raised on. Pam was a great listener, and I poured my heart out. By the time my conversation ran out of gas, Pam asked me if I really wanted to change. Obviously I told her " YES". Pam then told me that we were going to work together to make me the total opposite of what I was today. To say I was skeptical would be a mild understatement. The first thing we did was to work on losing some weight, and toning up what was there. Believe me when I tell you it took a lot of encouragement from Pam to keep me focused. By the time school finished for the year I had lost just over 15 pounds. I have to admit I was starting to feel pretty good about my new figure. By the time the next school year started, I had shed another 5 pounds. I was looking and feeling great. When Pam saw me for the first time she was ecstatic. She told me how proud she was of me, and it was now time to work on the next phase of my makeover. This involved a visit to a stylist to have my hair done, and several lessons on makeup. The hair styling was easy. All I had to do was sit there. Pam and the stylist put their heads together, and by the time they were done I didn't even recognize myself. It was simple, it was elegant, and it was easy to maintain. Unfortunately, makeup wasn't as easy. The foundation and coloring I caught on to easily. The eyes were the problem. By the time I would get done with them, I would either look like a walking zombie, or a clown going to a child's Birthday party. Pam again was very patient and encouraging. Eventually I did get the results I was happy with. With my physical makeover now complete, the only problem left was guys. I do have to admit that I did notice guys were now paying a lot more attention to me. There was a lot more talking and flirting than I had ever been exposed to. Again, my mentor was there to help me through. Pam made sure I understood that it is virtually every guy's goal to get in your pants. This isn't a bad thing if that's what you want and are willing. All you have to do is pick out who you want, and give them the subtle hints to let them know. It was somewhat of a slow process, but I finally decided it was time to give up my virginity. I wanted to experience the ecstasy the other girls were always talking about. Scott was my partner in my Computer Science class. He was a good looking guy with a nice body, and he had been flirting with me for several weeks. On Tuesday just as class was letting out, Scott told me he would really like to spend some time with me outside of the classroom. He asked me if I would go out with him on Friday. Outwardly I was very timid and reserved when I accepted his offer. Inside I was screaming... YES, YES this is it. When Friday arrived, Pam was there to encourage me, check my makeup, and help me with an outfit. I ended up with a very nice somewhat low cut top, a short little tight fitting skirt, and some 3" heels to show off my legs. Just in case, I made sure I had a nice lacy bra and matching thong. This was all topped off with a simple necklace and some stud earrings. As Pam stood there giving me my final inspection, she told me I looked good enough to eat. Scott arrived right on time. When I opened the door, I thought we were going to need to take him to the emergency room to get his mouth closed. He finally snapped back to reality and was gushing about how hot I looked. We headed out and our first stop was Guido's for some Italian cuisine. Since this type of food wasn't really part of my plan to maintain my shapely figure, I stuck to a salad. Scott had no such reservations. He ordered big and ate big. After dinner, Scott suggested we go to his friend's house since there was a party going on with music and drinks. I was ready to throw up my salad, but I agreed, making believe this was the greatest idea ever. When we arrived at the house, Scott parked the car but before we got out he turned to me to again tell me how great I looked. He also said he just couldn't wait until later, and he leaned in and kissed me. It wasn't a long lasting sensual kiss, but it was enough to get my heart to skip a beat and my body to start to tingle. We went in to the house, and made our way through the crowd. Along the way Scott gave some high fives to his friends and they told him how lucky he was to have such a sexy date. This gave me a little more courage, and made me feel like I really wanted to act the part. Finally we made our way to the bar. Scott got a beer for himself and offered me one. I convinced him wine would be a better choice for me if there was any. He did find some and poured me a glass. As the night progressed, Scott and I made several trips to the dance floor, each followed by more trips to the bar. Each time we started dancing Scott would move in a little closer to me. Between the alcohol and the heat building up in my pussy I made no effort to stop him. When the music turned to a slow song, Scott put his arms around the small of my back. I put my arms around his neck and snuggled in a little closer. Before I knew it, Scott's hands started to wander toward my butt. When he finally had both cheeks firmly in his grasp, I moved in even closer. That's when I felt something hard pressed against my stomach. While my mind was screaming Oh My God, my body was screaming for more. My body won out and I started rubbing myself against him like a wanton slut. Truth was this is what I felt like. My pussy was already getting wet and all I could think about was getting my hands on that cock, spreading my legs and guiding it to my love opening. Scott was a more than willing partner to my desires. As I rubbed myself against him he grabbed my butt even harder and bent down to give me a real kiss. Our lips met and my body really lit the fire. When he stuck his tongue in my mouth I thought I was going to cum right there on the dance floor. Our tongues continued their own dance, and all the while I kept rubbing myself against him like I could get him inside of me right through our clothes. Finally we broke our kiss and he took my hand leading me to the stairway. Already my body felt empty. I wanted that tongue back in my mouth, and that cock rubbing against my pussy. At the top of the stairs, Scott found an empty bedroom and led me in, locking the door behind us. In a flash we were locked in each other's arms again. My body felt relieved of the emptiness as soon as our tongues began exploring each other's mouths again, and my pussy could feel the hardness of his cock. I was floating in the clouds thinking of how wonderful this was going to be and all the things we could do to each other. I wanted to stroke his cock. I wanted to suck his cock. I wanted him to lick my pussy. Finally, I wanted him inside me while we made passionate love. Scott moved me to the bed, and laid me down. He then dropped his pants to his ankles not even bothering to take them off. He quickly reached under my skirt and found the elastic for my thong. In a flash he had the thong off my legs. I was so shocked I couldn't even think or move. This left Scott the perfect opening. He jumped between my legs, grabbed his cock and began pushing it in to me. Luckily I was pretty wet from my previous excitement or he would have ripped me apart. As soon as he was in, he began to fuck me. This was not a loving fuck; it was pure and simple animal lust and rutting. Within two minutes he had drained his balls and he was pulling his pants back on. I can't ever remember when I have felt so used. For Scott, he was quite content and proud of his manliness. I finally came to my senses and looked for my thong. I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. When I went back downstairs, Scott was there to meet me at the bottom of the steps. I no sooner stepped off the last step then he suggested we head home. Off we went to the car. When Scott dropped me off, he leaned over, gave me a quick kiss and asked when we could do it again. Needless to say I wasn't jumping at the opportunity and just gave him a very vague open ended answer. As soon as I opened the door, Pam was waiting and anxious to hear how my night went. I went in to great detail about the whole evening. Just as I finished my story, I couldn't hold it back anymore, and I burst in to tears. Pam came over and wrapped her arms around me to console me. I just continued to cry. When the tears finally stopped, Pam took her finger to wipe the tears still sitting on my cheek. As she was doing this we ended up looking in to each other's eyes. All of a sudden we were in a lip lock. We started out with just short kisses, but they grew more and more passionate until we were exploring each other's mouth with our tongue. I don't know if it was the pent up frustration, or the fact Pam was a great kisser, but I knew I was not going to let her out of my arms. As we continued to kiss, my hands started to roam. First they found her ass and I pulled her close to me. Then I moved to her breasts. When she touched my breasts I knew for sure we were going to finish what had just started. As we continued to fondle and kiss, I moved my hand to her pants. I started to rub her pussy from outside and she gave me a soft moan. Encouraged by this, I put my hand inside her pants. I found her pussy to already be wet, and her clit was ready and waiting for me when I touched it. The more I played with her clit, the more she began to moan. Pam lifted my skirt, and pushed the thong to the side. I was in ecstasy when she put her finger inside me. Feeling an orgasm rapidly approaching, I wanted to get more comfortable so I could enjoy it. We broke apart just long enough to strip out of our clothes and lay on the couch. As soon as Pam laid down, I was on top of her. Our passionate kissing continued while I played with her nipples and fingered her pussy. As I broke our kiss, I started my way down her body. I stopped to give each nipple some well-deserved attention, but I knew my main goal still lay ahead. I continued to work my way down teasing her along the way. I wanted this to last so I planted kisses on her inner thighs. This just made her more excited and I could smell the fragrance she was giving off. I knew I wanted to taste it. I couldn't wait any longer and I dove in to her pussy smothering it with licks and kisses. As soon as I started, Pam grabbed my head and pulled it in to her womanhood. I licked feverishly and could tell by her moaning and thrashing she was close to cuming. I wanted to bring her to orgasm more than I had ever wanted anything. She did not disappoint. She let out something between a moan and a scream and I was rewarded with a wonderful tasting surprise. I licked up every drop of that sweet juice. Once Pam came down from her orgasm, she pulled me up and told me "now it's your turn". Pam began to give me the same attention I had given her. Her tongue did things to me I could never even dream about. She was a fantastic lover. Once she started eating my pussy I knew I was gone. I had about 3 orgasms in a row. I finally couldn't take it anymore and I had to tell her to stop. She came up to me and gave me a kiss that was so tender I wanted to crawl inside her. We both agreed it was wonderful and that we wanted to do it again and often, but we still wanted more and different sexual exploits. We fell asleep snuggled in each other's arms. I woke up holding Pam in my arms, realizing I had finally broken through my sexual barrier. I now knew I wanted more pussy and that Pam's wouldn't be the only one. However, I also could sense I wanted to experience all the joy and passion of a nice hard hot cock. One that would leave me just as satisfied as I planned to leave it. Julie's Sex Saga Ch. 02 Pam and I continued to enjoy each other throughout the remainder of the school year. We weren't really exclusive, but as for myself I found no reason to look elsewhere. I was more than happy with the sex I was getting, and my reserved complacency kept me from looking elsewhere. After all, why change a good thing. Although, as I now realize you may not know what other "good things" await if you don't try. As for Pam, she had no such reservations. There were many nights she never made it back to our room, and when she did arrive she invariably had that "just fucked" glow to her. Being the golden haired beauty that she was, Pam always had a number of guys sniffing around. As you would expect, they all were hoping to get in to her pants. Many of them did, but even more were left frustrated. I was never jealous of Pam being with other people. After all, neither of us was "committed" to each other. We just enjoyed each other's company, and we certainly enjoyed the sex we shared. However, I was jealous of the fact she was getting cock. Unfortunately though, if the truth be told, I had no one to blame for this except myself. When Pam helped me out of my shell, I had lost just over 20 pounds. I went from a size 14 to a size 8. I now kept my hair styled, mastered my makeup, toned up my body, wore more fashionable clothes, and attracted more attention from the guys. You would think "what's the problem". Well, my first sexual experience with Scott was a disaster! He may have enjoyed it, but he certainly didn't worry about pleasing me. This has left me very afraid to try it again. I just don't want to end up feeling neglected and used again. I may not technically be a virgin any longer, but I still have not had a guy fuck me the way I want to be. I want some passion. I want to feel like I am the sole focus of his attention. I want foreplay with kissing, fondling, and caressing for both of us. When we reach the point of desperation where neither of us can wait a second longer that's when I want him to enter me. That's when I want to feel his cock deep inside of me. That's when I want him to fuck me with reckless abandon. Finally, I want to feel the euphoria of both of us reaching our climax. One Saturday morning I woke up in bed with Pam beside me. We spent the night cuddled together after a particularly exhilarating and satisfying evening of sex. My mind drifted to how we started out just teasing each other with little touches here and there. You know what I mean: a brush of the arm, a bump on the tush, a graze of the leg. Each of these heightened the sexual tension. Finally when we sat down together on the sofa we started rubbing each other's leg. This led in to some very passionate deep French kissing. As we kissed, our hands roamed. First there was a tender touch on the face. Then there were breasts to be played with. We squeezed and fondled and pinched while our tongues continued to dance together. From the breasts we extended our exploration to each other's womanhood. Our fingers were very busy teasing clits and penetrating love canals. While all of this was extremely stimulating, it was nothing compared to the tongue lashing we gave each other. I licked Pam and savored her juices until I thought I would wear my tongue out. Then Pam started her assault on my pussy. I can still recall the way she kept my pussy producing a river of nectar. When we put our pussies together and rubbed them to our final climax we both had to stifle our cries of passion to keep them from exploding through the entire building. I'm sorry, I digressed. Going back to that Saturday morning...when Pam opened her eyes, I gave her a hug and kissed her good morning. I then told her I had been thinking about this for a long time, and I would like her help. I would like her to mentor me again. Only this time, I wanted her to teach me how to pick a guy to fuck me. Her response was "WHAT"? She said, "Julie, you're a very attractive woman with a sexy body, and any number of guys would jump at the chance to put their cock inside you ". I told her, "That's the problem. I don't just want a cock inside me. Well, yes I do, but I want more than that". I then went on to explain what I was looking for. Pam told me, "OK. Now I understand." She went on to explain that in her mind, there were two types of guys available when you go out looking for cock. First there's the guy who is in it just for himself. All he cares about is dipping his wick and putting another notch on his belt. If the girl gets anything out of it, that's a plus for her but means nothing to him. Second, there's the guy who wants to give the girl pleasure. He's smart enough to know that if he is taking care of the girl, she will take care of him. In the end, he will enjoy a much more satisfying experience than just "dipping his wick". There can be a benefit to each type. You may just want to get fucked, or you may want to get laid. "Great" I said. "How do you tell them apart? They don't exactly walk around with a sign hanging off their hard-on." That little quip must have conjured up an image that tickled Pam's funny bone because it took some time to get her to stop laughing. When she finally regained her composure she told me all I had to do was watch how they interacted with women. If they are commanding , self-centered or acting too macho then they just want to fuck. If the guy is attentive, doting and acts like a gentleman then he wants to get laid. I wasn't sure I wanted to place much faith in the advice, but I did get what I asked for. I decided to just sit back and observe to see if she was on the right track. I didn't want to poke the hornet's nest and end up getting stung. School finished for the year, and I had the entire break to watch men and couples. The more I watched, the more I was starting to come around to Pam's thinking. By the time school resumed I felt like I had a pretty good handle on judging potential partners. Now it was time to see if this approach would get me my first real male lover. On a Friday night Pam and I went to the local bar near the campus to just relax, have some fun, and maybe get laid. The fact it was a college bar meant there would be plenty of guys to pick from. We were barely seated when the parade of guys started zeroing in on Pam. It wasn't long before she picked out her prey for the night. She let him shower her with attention while she flirted with him. By midnight she told me she was headed over to his place. I knew he was going to be one very lucky guy because when we were getting ready Pam had told me that she was really horny and needed to get laid. I still had a full drink to finish and I decided to just take my time while I watched the rest of the crowd. Most of the guys I could see were acting very macho as they tried to impress whoever would pay attention. However, there was one guy who wasn't playing along. He was just sitting back joining in the conversation whenever the need arose, and he appeared to be much more attentive to the people around him. Right away I thought...hhmmmmmm. Now I needed to get his attention. I decided to take a trip to the ladies room since it would cause me to pass right by him. On my way back, I pretended to be pushed as I bumped him. I offered my apologizes, and told him how embarrassed I was. He told me there was no harm and wanted to know if I was OK. I told him "sure for someone who just threw herself at some stranger". He laughed and said "I would never complain about someone like you being thrown at me. How about letting me buy you a drink?" Our drinks arrived and I decided I better introduce myself. "Hi I'm Julie". He responded "Hi Julie. I'm Brad". We talked for over an hour, but it seemed like it was just minutes. Brad was a great conversationalist and we really hit it off. I took a look at my watch and told Brad it was late and I had better start to head back to my room. Being the ever doting gentleman he offered to walk me. As we walked (strolled would probably be more accurate) our hands brushed against each other. When this happened, Brad took the initiative to hold my hand. We walked the rest of the way hand-in-hand. When we arrived at my front door, Brad told me what a pleasure it had been bumping in to each other. This little quip did prompt a giggle from me as I reminded him it was I who did the bumping. Brad then told me, "Julie, I had a really great time meeting you and talking to you. I hope I can see you again." I told Brad, "I'm sure that can be arranged." With this Brad gave me a hug which I knew was going to mean good night. While this would have been the "good girl" thing to do, my pussy had entirely different plans. It was not ready to call it a night. It wanted to continue on and most preferably with a hard cock inside it. As Brad was releasing his hug, I held on just a bit longer. He looked me in the eye not knowing what to think. I decided it was now or never. I leaned in and gave Brad a kiss on the lips. As we separated from the kiss, Brad kept me in his arms. I now knew he wanted more, and I was planning on giving him everything he could handle. We kissed again, only this time I made it the most passionate, toe curling experience I could conjure up. We stood on the sidewalk and continued to embrace and swap tongues for at least another 5 minutes. Finally, I looked at him and said, "Why don't we go inside where I'm sure we can be more comfortable?" Being a normal male, Brad was not going to turn down such a golden opportunity. We barely closed the door when coats started flying. I think we would have done it right there in the doorway, but I wanted it to last. I wanted the romanticism I had been dreaming about. Knowing this, I gave Brad a little push and told him "slow down cowboy, we have a whole night ahead of us and I intend to wear you out!" This really put things in perspective, and you could almost see the change in Brad. I could see he wanted this as much as I did, but now he knew he could take his time and enjoy it. I took him by the hand and led him to my bed. We stood next to it and continued to embrace and kiss. However, now the difference was we allowed our hands to wander. Let me tell you first that as he held me against him, I could feel his cock rubbing against me. This was really turning me on and I couldn't wait to get my hands on it. I did exercise some self-control though, and held off on reaching for that hard piece of manhood. Brad's hands were all over my back and very quickly had a nice firm grasp on my tush. He was kneading both cheeks, and I loved the attention. Finally Brad released one of the cheeks to allow his hand to come up and massage my tits. By now, my self-control was waning, and I allowed myself to let my hands do some wandering. Brad certainly had a nice body, and I wanted to explore every inch of it. But right now my focus was on some very important inches! I rubbed my hands over Brad's back, then I ran them through his hair, then it was on to feel the muscles of his chest and abdomen. Of course, turnabout is fair play, so if he can grab my butt, I thought it was only fair that I get to play with his. Eventually I just couldn't wait any more, and I let my hand go to his crotch. I rubbed his manhood through his pants and squeezed it several times. It felt wonderful, and I couldn't wait to get rid of the barrier his pants had set up. As I kept a grip on his cock, Brad removed my blouse and bra. I hated to release my new found best friend, but I did so to remove Brad's shirt. He then unzipped my skirt and it fell to my ankles. I then stepped out of it. I now was left with nothing but my panties. As Brad reached for the elastic around my waist, my fear came rushing back. All I could think of was the disappointment I had experienced before at this moment. Thank goodness it didn't last long. Brad was a very considerate lover, and when I was totally naked, he laid me gently on the bed. He began to worship every inch of my body and I knew we were both in for a treat. As he lay down next to me, we continued some very passionate kissing. It wasn't just the tongue dueling you might expect. It was warm and tender. He would kiss my lips, then my neck, back to my lips, on to my ear, and finally he worked his way down to my breasts trailing little kisses long the way. My body was on fire, and I wanted him now. However, Brad had become ever the patient lover. When he was done with my breasts, he returned to my lips and I tried to get him to put his tongue down my throat to depths never before experienced. While we were in a lip lock, I reached for his belt. I wanted that hot cock in my hand. After fumbling with the button and the zipper, I was finally able to get his jeans off. All that was left for me was his underwear, and I was not to be denied my prize. As soon as his underwear was off, I wrapped my hands around his cock. I was amazed at how hot and smooth and hard it was. I just kept stroking it, not wanting to ever let go. Brad was still smothering my body with kisses, and he began his descent back to my breasts. While he stopped to give my breasts some attention again, he continued to head further down my body with those wonderful little kisses. By the time he crossed my stomach, I was turning in to a wanton slut. I knew where he was headed, and I couldn't wait to feel his tongue on my pussy. When his tongue finally touched my clit, the lust and anticipation almost sent me over the top. However, I did control myself...for at least about 60 seconds...and then my orgasm hit me. It felt wonderful, but little did I know I wasn't done. Brad continued to lick and suck while I pulled his hair, and tried to push his face right inside me. His efforts brought me to 2 more orgasms. I finally couldn't take anymore and I had to tell him to stop. I pulled him up to me and gave him another passionate kiss. As I kissed him, I could taste my pussy juice and his face. This just excited me even more. It was now my chance to return the favor. I knew how good his cock felt in my hand, but I was very determined to find out how it felt in my mouth. I have never given anyone a blowjob before, but I had every intention of giving it my all. We broke off our kiss, and I immediately headed south to claim my prize. I gave his cock a lite kiss on the head, followed by a little flick of the tongue. I then went to the underside of his cock. Starting with his balls I licked my way up to the head ending with a lite kiss. I continued this several more times until Brad begged me to... STOP!! "You're driving me crazy and I can't stand it anymore!" I stopped my tongue assault, but I was not finished worshiping that piece of flesh. I gave Brad a minute to get himself back under control, and then I licked the head again. This time I could taste a salty fluid. I knew this was pre-cum and I loved it. At that second I knew I wanted to taste everything he had to give me. This time as I lowered my head I opened my mouth and took that wonderful piece of manhood completely inside. I loved it, and I think Brad did too since he kept moaning and telling me how good it felt. I kept bobbing my head up and down on that cock using my tongue to lick the underside. I couldn't get enough of it. Finally Brad yelled that he couldn't hold it anymore and he was going to cum. This was exactly what I wanted, and I was not about to miss my opportunity. I continued sucking and licking until I could sense something was about to happen. As Brad cried "OH God!" I felt the first string of cum hit the back of my throat. Before I even had a chance to enjoy it, three more shots followed. I feasted on as much as I could handle, but it came too fast for me to swallow it all. The excess dribbled out of my mouth and on to his stomach. That was OK though because I was able to lick it up and enjoy the taste. As I finished giving him a tongue bath to clean him up, I couldn't help but think about how dirty a slut I just was. I didn't care. I now knew I wanted this again and again and again. I wanted to become a cum slut! However, the more pressing matter at the moment was I wanted his cock inside me. We lay together and basked in the afterglow for some time. When I could tell our breathing had returned to normal, I reached for his cock. I expected to find it completely flaccid, but to my surprise (and delight) I found it to already be semi-hard. Either way it would not have mattered since I was fully prepared to give it whatever attention it wanted to get it rock hard. Turns out that a hand job and some passionate kissing was the only encouragement it needed. As I stroked and kissed, I could feel it growing in my hand. As soon as it was completely hard, I threw my leg over Brad and knelt over his body. I still had his cock in my hand, and I adjusted my body so I could rub it against my pussy. Then I guided it to my opening and lowered myself on to it. I don't really have any size comparison, but I can tell you it felt wonderful the way it filled me. I started sliding up and down on it slowly to begin with. As time progressed, and my lust grew, I began furiously bouncing on it trying to make sure I got every bit of it inside me. When this exercise began to take its toll, and my physical exhaustion began to show, Brad rolled me over so he was on top. The first thing Brad did was to put my legs on his shoulders. This gave him even greater access to my pussy, and he certainly used it to his advantage. He pushed his cock in even deeper, and with just a few thrusts he sent me it to a mind numbing orgasm. When I became coherent, Brad told me to roll over and put my ass in the air. As soon as I was on my knees he was back inside me. He grabbed hold of my hips as leverage, and began to fuck me like he was never going to have pussy again for the rest of his life. I think he was trying to wear out my love tunnel with his cock. This assault led me to another orgasm. When my orgasm hit, I went weak in the knees and collapsed on the bed with Brad on my back. Brad pulled out, but he was not finished. He rolled me on to my side and spooned against me. He slid himself back inside my dripping wet pussy, held my leg up to give better access, and began to side in and out in a very smooth loving motion. He continued to make love to me like this until I noticed his breathing began to get faster. Noticing the breathing, I decided to give Brad some words of encouragement. I told him, "Fuck me Brad. Make love to me. Keep sticking your cock in me. Oh God it feels wonderful!! I want to make you cum. I want to feel you erupt deep inside me. Bathe my pussy in your cum. CUM for me Brad!!" The encouragement certainly worked, because with a final thrust and a loud groan, he gave me just what I asked for. Brad spent the night, and in the morning we fucked again. I think he may have wanted this to develop in to a more serious relationship, but I wanted to experience more cock and I had no intention of hurting him by cheating. However, we do see each other on occasion and have become friends...with benefits!!