3 comments/ 31863 views/ 4 favorites I Never Knew By: calicosmogal9918 "You coming or not?" My friend Justin was always so pushy! I was on my way to the Graduation Party in hopes of getting lucky. It was embarrassing being eighteen and a virgin still. I wanted to get laid so bad but no girl wanted me and I was getting desperate for some pussy. I would take anything, just putting that out there. "Yeah, come on." I said and I followed out him to his car. We got to his car and I stepped inside. "I heard Monica is going to be there." Justin teased me, "I heard she's as desperate as you." I rolled my eyes and we both laughed. Everyone knew Monica was a virgin still to so it would be easy for me to get some of her pussy. We drove to the party and it was hopping with people. There were people falling over the porch railings and even falling to the ground and vomiting everywhere. Shockingly, I was pretty disgusted. My first and last high school party and I would probably get vomited on. Within a few hours, I was higher than a kite and drunk. I was hobbling around and even managing to fall everywhere. "You want to get out of here?" I looked around and spotted Monica standing behind me. Man, she was fucking ugly. No words described her actually, ugly was just my way of being nice. I rolled my eyes and walked away. I don't know what happened after that but I found myself hanging back out with Justin. There was something different between us though. A connection I'd never noticed before. "Follow me." Justin said. I followed him to this bedroom just down the hall. He slammed the door behind us. He took his shirt off and I felt my cock growing hard. I couldn't believe it. I decided to take my shirt off too. I stood up to take my shirt off when he pushed his lips to mine. He stuck his tongue in my mouth and we tongue wrestled for a few seconds as he pushed his hands gently down my pants. I felt my cock growing against my zipper in my jeans, ready to burst. "Justin..." I started as he pulled my pants down. I wasn't wearing any underwear just in case I got laid so it was easy for him to wrap his around my hard cock. He started stroking it and I moaned with pleasure. He took his tongue and flicked the head making the pleasure immense. When he knew how much I was loving it, he took the whole thing in his mouth in one solid motion. I felt the pressure close in as it entered his throat. I started fucking his mouth slowly. Justin retracted up for air. He swallowed some of the precum that managed to escape my cock. As he started to press his lips against the head and I pulled him off. "Let me try." I said and Justin smiled a heartwarming smile. I couldn't tell if it was from me, or the beer he had just drank. I lowered my head down and started nibbling on his hard cock through his jeans. I unzipped them and pulled out his huge cock. I gave it a kiss on the head and Justin pushed my lips over the head as I took it inch by inch into my mouth. I got almost to my throat when I gagged. Tear's streamed down my face and I wiped them off. Justin fucked my mouth with strong, forceful thrusts. I could taste the precum that was dripping out of his cock. I played with it a few more seconds until he pulled me up. "You ready?" He asked me. I looked at him weirdly. "Ready...?" I asked him and he smiled. He pulled my pants the rest of the way down and started licking my virgin hole. I moaned in immaculate pleasure. His tongue darted in and out and I started feeling my own orgasm build within me. I was about to give up and just jerk myself off the rest of the way until I felt his finger's reach into my hole. Slowly he moved one finger in and out. Once he was satisfied with that, he slowly entered one more finger and another until my hole was throbbing. I could feel the expand of it and I moaned. He reached into my pants pocket, knowing a condom was in there, and entered it onto my dick. "What are you doing?" I asked him. He just smiled and pushed me on my back. "You wanted to lose your virginity so I'm going to fuck you." Justin started to straddle me and I pushed him away. "Justin you can't... I'm not..." Before I could say anything he sat down on my throbbing cock and took it all the way in. We moaned in Unisom. He started moving his body back and forth giving me amazing pleasure. I moved him to my speed and he started rubbing his cock quicker and quicker. That's when he bursted his hot juicy cum all over my chest. I felt his hole tighten on my cock and I came myself in the condom. When the orgasm's subsided, he got off from me and fell on me. "Justin... I didn't know you were gay." I said as I started to get up to get dressed. "I'm not but I figured I needed to help a friend out." He said and got dressed quickly. After that night, we never looked at each other the same again. Occasionally, we would still fuck each other after that and I realized I was bi and not straight. Now, a year later, I was in love with guy I met at college while Justin can't find a steady girlfriend. We never talk about that one night at the party but I know he never forgot it and I certainly won't ever either. I Never Knew Her Name I had just turned 16 when my father and uncle purchased several acres of property high up in the Uinta Mountains close to where I lived. Over the course of a couple of years, they built a modest little "A" frame cabin on that property. My aunt and uncle hadn't as yet had any children. Being an only child myself, aside from constantly getting in the way, there was very little I could do to help out aside from a few minor things they had me do. Such as it was, I often spent a great deal of my free time whenever we'd gone up to work on the cabin, exploring and venturing out in the surrounding wilderness. By the time I had turned 18, it was finished. One of the things I really did enjoy doing, was hiking over to a small but beautiful lake located less than half a mile away. I would often go there during the day and go skinny-dipping, as it was fairly secluded. It was a rare occurrence to ever see anyone else, aside from an occasional adventurous, early morning fisherman. One particular weekend, I'd helped with unpacking a few things, doing my assigned chores before scrambling off towards the lake for an early afternoon swim. As was usual, I followed the deer trail down towards the lake. I'd stumbled upon wildlife before while making my trek. Because of that, I'd learned to walk quietly, slowly as I approached, in hopes of running across something. I always enjoyed giving myself an opportunity to observe without being noticed. I had nearly reached the lake, as I began to make my final decent down the side of the hill when I spotted someone sitting alone, on the outcropping of rocks that jutted into the water. There was a natural shelf just beneath the water line that got very deep in a hurry. I'd often balanced myself on those rocks before diving in. Curiously, I approached, as my line of sight hadn't told me anything more than there was someone sitting out on those rocks. Creeping as stealthily as was possible, I eventually made my way over to one of the last thick-trunked trees that stood on the outer edge of the clearing, just before the lake opened up before me. What I saw took my breath away! I had never seen a real live nude woman before. I mean, not really. I'd certainly seen my aunt once quite by accident, as well as my own mother on rare occasion. And though I had thought my aunt to have nice boobs, and even my own mother for that matter, I never thought twice about either one of them after that. Well, not often anyway. I had found one of my father's men's magazines stuck beneath the cushion of his favorite chair. And though that had served as my primary source of "jack-off" material, up until this very moment I had never seen an actual naked female before. Even the girls I'd been dating I had barely gotten to first base with, overly shy perhaps, but with a strict upbringing, all my activities had been closely monitored. From my hiding place, I had a clear and unobstructed view of her, though I silently chastised myself for not bringing along my father's binoculars. Something I wouldn't be without again. Sitting on the rock as she was, it was hard to really see much of her except the soft flowing curves of her nude body from the side. She had long dark brown hair that fell to the middle of her back. I watched as she reached behind, twisting her hair into a knot on top of her head. As she did, I got the first really good look at her breasts, once again, finding myself holding my breath. What I didn't know at the time, but would eventually learn, was that she was five years older than I, a difference, which was like night and day back then. Once her hair was all tucked away, I watched as she stood briefly, performing a near flawless dive into the water. She remained beneath the surface for several long moments, and I took that opportunity to quickly scour the area. Almost immediately I spotted a bright red towel along with a neatly folded pile of clothing sitting near by. I neither saw nor heard anyone else in the area, immediately relieved that she was by herself. Both frightened as well as aroused, the last thing I wanted was to have a run in with a boy friend, husband, or worse...a father. I watched her for nearly twenty minutes as she swam, often floating on her back allowing me brief, casual glimpses of those near perfect breasts, along with a teasing peek at the occasional dark patch of hair between her legs. Again, I belittled myself for leaving behind the binoculars. Taking a quick glance back towards her pile of clothing, I realized if I carefully made my way back up through the trees and down the other side of the hill, I could place myself a lot closer to where she would eventually come out in order to dress. Having done that, I made my way even closer to the spot by crawling on my belly until I had sequestered myself inside a small ring of sage brush that gave me perfect concealment while allowing me to fairly easily see her towel and pile of clothing. With my heart racing, beating a hundred miles an hour, I waited patiently for her to emerge from the water. A short time later, she did. It was like watching a mirage. As she stepped from the water, the sunlight backlit her nude form as she gracefully made her way up the bank. Holding my breath, desperately trying to calm my breathing, I lay motionlessly watching her approach. I fully expected to see her using the towel to dry off with, followed by her dressing. Both of which I eagerly awaited with my only intent as to see her nude form more closely, however brief it might be. To my surprise however, she placed herself upon the towel, intending to let the sun's warmth dry her instead. "Even better!" I thought silently. From my hidden vantage point, I was no more than ten or so yards away from her. As such, I knew even the slightest movement would alert her that something, or someone was nearby. Again, I grumbled silently realizing that bent in the position that I was, it would soon become unbearable to sustain for much longer. I'd begun planning my escape, wondering how I could safely and silently retreat when I saw one of her hands reach up, cupping her breast. All of a sudden, I wasn't as uncomfortable as I had been. My brown haired beauty began to softly massage, caressing her breast. I watched as she gently teased her already stiffened nipple to an even greater firmness. Her breasts weren't certainly as large as those I had seen in my father's magazines, but I found them to be the most beautiful I'd ever seen, even if they weren't large. Her caramel colored nipples looked even more alluring, especially at this distance as it made them easier to see, appreciate...and admire. "Hmmm." For a moment, I thought someone else had entered the clearing. Holding myself still, even more than I had been, I frantically allowed my eyes to wander back and forth, searching for signs that someone else had arrived. Then I heard it again, or rather heard her as she moaned, softly. "Hmmm, Ohhh". Looking back towards her, I now saw she had placed her other hand down between her legs. Whatever she was doing, must have felt good. The movement was subtle, hardly noticeable at all. And had I been farther away from her than I was, I'd have probably missed it altogether. But I watched as her hand slowly moved, heard her continued sigh's, moans, as she continued to lie there touching herself. As I did, I felt my own arousal stiffening inside my pants. I might have been horribly naïve and inexperienced at my age, but I knew just enough about sex to find it wondrously curious, particularly as I'd never seen a woman masturbating before, let alone ever dream I'd actually witness it. Within the space of a single hours time, I had more than tripled whatever limited experience and knowledge I had. All of which had me sorting out a myriad of emotions, questions, and feelings that I had not as yet been prepared to deal with. I began hearing an almost hiccupped cry of pleasure, "uhh, uhh, uhh", which grew louder and louder with each passing moment. Whatever it was she was feeling, must have felt incredibly good, as there was no other way to describe the sounds she was making. I'd watched her draw both knees up spreading herself. And though she was facing away from me so that I could not see specifically what she was doing, I could see her hand furiously working that spot between her legs with wild abandonment. "Oh? Oh? Ohhhh?" I lay, watching, listening as her self-pleasured questioning told me that she was seeking some sort of relief. In a sense, I knew what that was of course, having done so myself countless times. But again, the thought of a "girl" doing so had for some reason escaped me. Fully prepared now for some sort of final climatic sweetness to occur, I was still totally unprepared when it came. And unfortunately, it startled me, confirming my worst fears. When she screamed, I was sure it was because she'd somehow discovered I was there. Kneeling as I had been, I lost my balance, tumbling forward through the brush making all kinds of noise as I did. "Who's there?" she yelled out immediately. No longer able to see her as I'd all but nose-dived into the ground, I lay there motionless, fully expecting to hear her scrambling up to get dressed. "I can see you," she said a little too calmly. Even so, I remained as I was. "How long have you been spying on me?" she asked simply. As the so called "jig" was up, I stood, brushing off bits of broken sage and dirt from myself, still too afraid to look her directly in the eye, but expecting a well deserved tongue-lashing that never came. Even more bizarre, she hadn't made any effort to cover her nakedness except for rolling over onto her stomach. "Well?" Still unable to look her directly in the eye, I continued staring at the ground as I answered. "I just got here," I said lying to her nervously. "Look at me," she demanded. For the first time I gazed into those cobalt blue eyes, feeling when I did that I would surely turn to stone as her look held me in place. "So what are you doing here anyway?" "Nothing, I was just coming down to the lake to have a swim," I finally said honestly. "Where'd you come from?" she asked again still taking no measure to more fully cover herself. The fact she obviously wasn't going to kill me calmed me somewhat as I answered. "My folks are building a cabin about a half mile away from here." She seemed to accept that answer as truth at least, and then surprised me as she rolled over sitting up, though she did draw her knees towards her chest effectively concealing herself from my prying gaze. For long moments she sat in silence as I stood nervously swaying back and forth. I wondered briefly if I'd been summarily "dismissed", thinking perhaps that I should quietly move off. "My family owns a cabin near here too. Or rather, used to own one. They just sold it. This is our last weekend here. My father recently got a promotion where he works so we're moving away." "I'm sorry." It was all I could think of to say, still pondering whether to stay or to go. "Sit down, you're making me nervous." I found a nearby boulder and sat down. Unable to take my eyes off her, I tried not to stare, but it was virtually impossible. The smooth, somewhat hidden slopes of her breasts peeked invitingly around her drawn up knees. Had I of positioned myself in front of her, I would have been stealing glances at something else too. "So, do you have a girlfriend?" I don't know why her question surprised me. It certainly wasn't something I expected to hear from her. Perhaps the fact that I didn't at the time was a little embarrassing for some reason. . "No. Not at the moment," I said truthfully. "You?" She laughed, "A girlfriend? Sure, have several of them. None of which I'm very close to however." I felt my face blush. Catching her joke as well as the obvious way she'd evaded my own question, I decided not to push it. If she'd wanted to answer the question, I figured she would have without sidestepping the obvious. A second later we locked eyes again. As we did, she stretched out her legs revealing her marvelous breasts fully to me. This time I did stare, uncaring if I was. Figuring as she stretched, exposing those glorious twin beauties that she didn't mind my looking. And under the circumstances, I wasn't about to pass up any opportunity to do so either. I heard her laugh, though I didn't look immediately into her eyes this time, still gazing at those rock hard swollen nipples. "You must be a breast man," she said teasingly. "And obviously one who's not afraid to admit, or appreciate a nice pair of breasts on a woman." This time I did look at her face, smiling at her, catching her smile in return. I nodded my head trying not to leer, feeling a bit giddy and sensing my arousal growing by the second. "You have beautiful tits," I said. "Breasts! Breasts!" I thought a second later. "I should have said breasts, not tits!" I worried momentarily that she would take offense at the comment. Tits were more of a guy's word, not a woman's, particularly since she'd been very careful about using the word herself. Her soft chuckle at my use of the word way-laid any fears however. "Such a delightfully naughty word. Tits. Titties, knockers, boobs. Though I do tend to use the word 'boobs' more often than not myself." This time I laughed, more at ease than I had been, appreciating hers with my eyes. "Well, whatever you prefer to call them, they really are pretty." I saw her eyebrows lift in curious acknowledgement. Simultaneously she placed both hands beneath her "breasts", lifting them up as though to better frame them against her chest. "Not too saggy?" As she cupped them, readjusting their position trying on a different 'look', in asking me. "Not hardly. They really are the most beautiful I've ever seen." Which of course was neither a lie nor the best compliment I could have given her either. But of course, she didn't know that. Once again long moments passed in silence though she continued to rearrange her "breasts", I thought silently. Almost playing with them after a fashion, I felt my prick lurch inside my jeans in almost reverent acknowledgement of that fact. "Would you like to fuck me?" That one did take me by surprise, and I actually lost my balance, almost falling off the rock I was sitting on. "I'm sorry. Maybe I should have said, would you like to have sex with me instead? Though I do prefer saying, 'make love', though you certainly don't love me, so that seemed even sillier to me to have stated." She was rambling, nervously perhaps. But the fact was, she'd asked me point blank if I wanted to "do her" as I thought the words. "You serious? Here? Now?" She looked away, once again drawing her knees back towards her chest. "Can't think of a nicer way to say good-bye to this place," she stated more quietly to herself than to me. "Unless you're really not interested," she added considerably louder. "Ah sure," I responded, looking about nervously. Confident that we were alone, I was still nevertheless unsure of myself, being a virgin and all, and knowing that the truth of that was apt to manifest itself shortly. "I'm fairly certain you're still a virgin," she said reading my mind. "So don't worry if you are, I'll teach you. Unless of course, you're saving it for someone special, or for marriage, or for some other reason perhaps." I chose silence as my answer, neither confirming nor denying that fact. I half hoped that my initial fumblings would be taken for simple nervousness, natural instinct kicking in when I would need it the most. I had certainly been aroused, my stiff prick reminding me of that fact. But now that the moment was actually staring me in the face, I felt myself suddenly shying up, 'withering on the vine' as it were. Spreading a second towel out on the ground next to the one she was sitting on, we suddenly had a much larger area to "do it" together, I considered. "Well? You interested or not?" It was my personal moment of truth. I was interested, yes. More than. And though my cock had certainly expressed an interest earlier, it was now behaving quite badly, and most unexpectedly as I felt myself shrinking up into a withdrawn panic of sorts. What I wanted to do was scream, pummel my crotch as though to awaken the beast that lived within. Perhaps she read my mind, or saw the fear etched deep within my eyes. Though I was shaking my head yes even though unable to speak. Her smile was one of understanding. Amazing what she knew, or could tell in a simple look. "Maybe she really could read my thoughts", I wondered briefly. "Maybe this will help," she offered. Spinning around on the beach towels, she positioned herself facing me directly this time. Lying down, she no longer made me feel self-conscious with her gaze, making herself even more vulnerable to me. Transfixed, I watched as she spread her legs, drawing her knees up once again, though spread as they were, offering me a view of her sex that I'd only previously dreamed of ever seeing. Even more wonderfully, she reached down with one hand and began caressing herself. "That help?" Now teasing, stroking, petting herself softly, slowly unabashedly before me. Truth was, it did. Where I had turned nervously turtle, I was now rock-hard ready. In one way, it was nice feeling the pressure of confinement against my Levi's. In the other, I was now straining for release. "You going to just stand there with a hard on? Or are you finally going to get naked for me?" Now she was looking, having sat up slightly, resting herself on one elbow, though she continued to slowly insert a finger inside her pussy. I watched as she slipped that juicy finger inside her mouth, licking it clean. That did it. Like a mad man possessed, I began scrambling out of my clothing. Once undressed, I stood towering over her like King Kong, feeling a little like that in fact as I gazed down at my deliciously naked Fey Ray. She giggled, and I felt a little more like Cheetah instead. Subconsciously I positioned my hand over my erection as though it would actually hide my arousal. "I wasn't laughing at you," she said seriously. "I was laughing because this is so un-like me, and I feel wonderful because of it." Once again in my more Kong-like state, I knelt down beside her on the beach towel. Uncertain as to what to do next, I reached out placing my hand upon her breast, though I did nothing to it, or with it even as her heated flesh filled my hand. "It's ok, you can touch me. I won't break." Truth was, I wasn't sure what to do next, so I placed my other hand on her neglected breast. Now all I needed was a pair of headphones and I could play radio operator. "Listen, why don't you lie down? Let me start things off here." More than happy to oblige her, though I felt remorse at actually having to take my hands off those luscious breasts, I placed myself next to her on the ground. In the next instant, she had positioned herself over me. I had no idea what to expect. I assumed she would merely climb on top of me and we'd be off to the races. At least that's how I envisioned it. What I hadn't expected or planned on, was the soft sweet sucking of her mouth as she placed it around my shaft. As such, I jumped, nearly throwing her off. "What? Your girlfriend never do this for you?" I didn't have time to even answer her before she slid that succulent mouth of hers over my shaft once again. This time the resulting tingle of that sweet ecstasy didn't shock me. But I also knew that it felt better than anything I had ever done to myself. And I also knew that this was going to set a new worlds record for me in the fastest climax I'd ever experienced. "Wait! Wait!" I bellowed. But she was a lot smarter than I was, fully aware of what was about to happen...and why. I felt the first explosion tear through the root of my cock. I was still yelling, in warning actually as she began milking my prick with her hand, coaxing out each and every drop of my climax as she easily swallowed everything I had to give her and more. I was honestly afraid to look at her, even as my toes finally unfolded from the twisted knots I had placed them in. When I did, she was smiling, grinning wickedly actually. And I watched as she licked her lips from a tiny residue of cream that had somehow escaped the onslaught of that ravenous mouth of hers. I Never Knew Her Name "Just as I thought," she stated simply. "You really are a virgin aren't you?" I tried desperately to think of something clever to say. "Never said I wasn't." If I had a third foot, I'd have used it to kick my ass with. Not only did it sound lame, it sounded like it had come from a 15 year old kid. And one in which I now suddenly felt like. To my surprise, she took my still semi-erect cock in hand and began coaxing it back to life. "Even more of a special going away present then," she said stroking my semi-flaccid prick. "And since you really are a virgin, I'm going to teach you how to truly satisfy a woman. So whenever you do have sex again, you're going to surprise the hell out of her!" With that, and with the hardness I was once again sporting, I felt as she introduced the head of my penis against that silky-soft opening of her sex, prepared for everything, and totally unprepared for what I next felt. "It's a good thing you just came," she began. "Because three or four of these, and you would be again." "These what?" I asked myself. But she answered my question. I felt her satin glove caress my penis in what I could only describe as indescribable. I had absolutely nothing to compare it with. Not even a glad-bag full of whipping cream that I'd once used to masturbate with felt this good. And she was right too. She'd barely lifted herself up from that first slow tantalizing fuck which had so gloriously stolen my male virginity, when I felt the second, equally prick-pleasuring thrust of that pussy descending down the length of my shaft. I couldn't believe what I was feeling, experiencing. I had just emptied what must have been a gallon or so of my sperm down her throat, and I swore I was already teetering on the edge of doing so again. "Feel good?" she had to ask. Though I'm sure by the look on my face she knew I was already struggling with the loss of control I was valiantly trying to over come. "Don't worry, if you do come too quickly again, there's something else I'll teach you to do until you're ready again." I was about to ask her what that was when she slid down my prick for the third time. Surprisingly, I didn't come, but I felt like another half dozen or so of those moves, and I would for sure. "I'm so horny...so wet." Just hearing her admit that, say it in so many words nearly did me in. I mean guys talked dirty, nasty all the time. But hearing a woman saying something like that, especially in that lust-sexy tone of voice she was using was every man's dream. Or at least mine anyway. "You like the way my pussy feels as I fuck you?" Six more dirty-talk fuck strokes, and I really would come. I struggled to answer her, feeling if I did that I'd loose at least half those in my ability to try and concentrate on two things at once. "Oh fuck yes," I actually managed, letting my inhibitions go, feeling the lust of my emotions taking over. And, I was wrong. One more, full prick enveloping thrust and I was busting yet another nut full of cum-cream inside that heavenly orifice. Even as I continued spewing my cream inside her, she went wild on me. Like riding a bucking bronco, I felt her body twisting, slipping, and sliding atop me for all she was worth. With my orgasm already well underway, she was bound and determined to reach hers right alone with me. And at this point, though I hadn't been keeping score exactly, I was still one up on her. Even when I had poured out the last fluid ounce of whatever I had left deep inside her, I remained hard. Though perhaps not as "rock-hard" as I had been, hard enough that she easily pussy-bated herself against me until she was moaning and groaning even more loudly than when I had stumbled on to her masturbating. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! OH...YEAH!" she screamed. I felt her pussy contract, tighten, release, and then contract again. Over and over I felt her doing this to my prick as her orgasm bathed her in wave after wave of pleasure. And though I had experienced perhaps the best, if not second best orgasm of my life within mere minutes of one another, I felt an inner, almost prideful pleasure in the fact that she had had one too. That she had accomplished doing so while fucking me, something once again for the record books. Collapsing against me, all I could do was wrap my arms around her, drawing her even closer. The sound of her still quick breaths was exciting. The feel of her heart pounding, though maybe it was mine, matched the tempo of her gradually diminishing excitement as we lay there, exploring one another with fingertips, as well as unspoken thoughts. Finally, when I could speak, I did. "You know...I don't even know your name! Mines..." She placed her fingers against my lips effectively cutting off the words before I could speak them. "No...don't tell me. I don't want to know. And honestly, it will be better for each of us if we never do know." I wanted to say something however, and maybe she was right, I knew with some certainty that I would never see her again of course. But no one would ever believe me if in fact I ever told this story to any of my friends. "You said something about showing me how to do something else," I wondered aloud giving up on ever knowing her name. Raising herself up, she dangled those twin spheres of perfection over my face. "Tell you what, if you do that for me, and listen as I tell you what to do and how to do it, I promise you I'll give you the best fucking blow-job you'll ever have. And I mean that sincerely! One in which you'll never adequately be able to tell your friends either!" Once again, I swore she was a mind reader. "What do I do first?" I asked innocently. "Well first...suck my tits for a little while. I enjoy that. And you haven't paid all that much attention to them yet anyway," she admonished me. As titty-heaven was but a mere few inches away from my face, I felt the rapture engulf me as I ascended towards that marvelous place. I did indeed enjoy each of those identical, almost magical globes. For in some ways, they were magic as they reawakened my softened penis in the quickest amount of time I'd yet experienced. By the time I had comfortably positioned myself between her legs and had been given my first lesson in cunnilgual delight, I had swollen to such a state that I feared burrowing myself into the ground. She had taught me what and where her clit was. First lesson. Licking, and flicking it with the tip of my tongue was the second. "Oh yes, faster...a little faster, and harder now," she instructed. I was a good student. I listened, learned, and obeyed her every command, every bit of advice. And marveled in the way her pussy tasted, smelled, and liquefied on the tip of my tongue as I danced in and around the precious folds of that satiny split. When she came, it was the sweetest, most erotic music I had ever heard. Her high-pitched squeal of delight was so totally unexpected. Followed by peels of unbridled laughter, which I truly hadn't expected. I knew by the sound and the ecstasy of the sound, it wasn't anything but a joyous release of pleasure that simply exploded from her soul. "Oh my," she spoke long moments afterwards. "For someone who's just done that for the first time, well...simply put, you're a natural. And you're going to have the women fawning all over you when they find out how good you are at doing that." Ok. Maybe she was just stroking my ego a little. But it worked. I was smiling like a Cheshire cat. Though the thought of pleasing a woman, truly pleasing one and having her say anything even remotely similar was a stroke almost as nice as the one she was now giving my reawakened prick. "Now. About that blow-job I promised you." She was right about that one too. Years later as I reflected upon it, I never remembered ever receiving one quite as intense, or as enthusiastically given as that one had been. I remember her as she lay briefly by my side. Remembered the softness of her skin, the delicate touch of her hand as she lay caressing me, drawing faint tracings against my super-sensitized skin with her fingers. And I remembered waking sometime later, finding her gone. # Over the years we visited that cabin often. Eventually, as my aunt and uncle never did have children of their own, they sold the place to my parents, where I in turn inherited it. And like my family before me, I married, had a family of my own and frequently brought them to the place of my fondest childhood memories. Especially one. As the years continued to pass, my children now raised with families of their own, I considered selling the old cabin. Especially since my wife and I had recently divorced. Though I still enjoyed spending time, even alone at the cabin, my heart simply wasn't in keeping up the old place any more. Perhaps it really was time to sell. As I pondered that decision, I found myself following an old well-worn deer trail down to the lake. I remembered that particular day, remembered spotting someone sitting naked out on an outcropping of rock. As I approached, I realized I wasn't dreaming, wasn't fantasizing these very thoughts as someone was there. Though unfortunately, they weren't naked this time as I could see by the brightly colored clothing, whoever it was standing there was obviously wearing. Even so, those old feelings of stealthily approaching that same spot triggered a vast array of nearly forgotten memories. I found myself approaching as that same 18-year-old kid some 35 years ago. But unlike that kid, I stepped into the clearing, visibly announcing myself, not wishing nor wanting to frighten away the mature looking woman who quite gracefully balanced upon the very rock I had once seen a vision of loveliness doing the same thing. As I approached, she turned looking up towards me, shielding her eyes with her hand from the sun as I walked towards her. "Hope I didn't startle you," I offered. "Even after all these years, not many people ever venture up here. Some years back someone bought up most of the property around the lake to keep it from ever being developed and turned into some sort of lakeside resort I guess. Probably owe whoever did that a vote of thanks actually." Close enough now that the glare didn't bother her eyes, she lowered her hand. There was something vaguely familiar in that face. She smiled. My heart stopped. "I know. My parents once owned a cabin not too far from here. Sold it to the guy that eventually bought up all that land to keep it pristine, natural. I swore one day I'd come back and buy it back from him. And I did." I continued to stare at her. Not sure of what to say, or even if I should. "By the way, my names...." "No! Please, don't tell me. Maybe afterwards," she added. "Afterwards?" Holding out her hand, I took it and guided her safely back off the slippery rocks to the edge of the beach. Still holding it, she led me to the exact place where we had once lay together. "Sorry I didn't bring any beach towels with me this time. But perhaps if we spread out our clothing a little, it won't be so bad." I watched in stunned silence as she began to remove her clothing, revealing those still marvelous, though very mature looking breasts. "You going to just stand there with a hard on? Or are you finally going to get naked for me?" Hearing the exact same words she'd spoken to me nearly forty some years ago made me feel like a nervous virgin all over again. "You remember? You know who I am?" I asked. "I've always remembered you." She spoke with that same smile I'd seen over and over in my mind. "I just never knew your name." And we finally did introduce ourselves to one another. Later, much, much later. I Never Knew I was a Cock Slut... A note about this story. This is my first story and it is true. I am a happily married to a wonderful man, and have been for sixteen years. We met when I was young. I am lucky in that my husband lets me play with other men. Despite what you might think, we are both very happy with this arrangement and our relationship has grown stronger since we have started down this path. I chose to write about my second encounter first....if the feedback is good I will consider writing the preceding and follow-on stories soon. Enjoy! ________________________________ She received the text at 8 o'clock. It was him. She hadn't heard from him in a while so was excited to see his name appear on her messenger. So many erotic thoughts raced through her head and she immediately felt an incredible warmth start to radiate from her clit. Their first encounter was still so fresh in her mind. She had never experienced a cock as big as his before and the mere thought that she might get to experience it again took her breath away. Her stomach began to flutter as she read his message. He was explicit in his instructions for her. She was to come to his house, dressed like a slut, drop to her knees and suck him off. She must swallow his load, not wasting a drop and then leave. She looked sheepishly at her husband. He gave her a nod of approval. She kissed him gently then quickly went to prepare for what was to come. She showered and meticulously shaved her herself for him. While she would only be sucking his cock, she preferred her pussy to be cleanly shaved and smooth. She styled her long honey brown hair into sweeping waves, her hair framing her youthful face. She applied her makeup, making sure to accent her brilliant green eyes, then changed into a pretty pink and black lace baby doll with matching thong, black fishnet stockings and black stilettos. She checked herself in the mirror – she knew he would be pleased. She was thrilled that at age 35 and after having a child she looked better than she had ever looked in her life. She had a small, toned framed and perky little tits, which showed nicely in the outfit she had chosen. She was a hot house wife. The thought of this turned her on. She could feel her dampness on her inner thighs. She was ready. She put on her long overcoat. She felt so naughty. Going out in public with next to nothing on underneath. It was something she had never done before but it was exhilarating. He texted her again. He was hard, waiting for her. He was getting impatient; how much longer would she be? The thought that he wanted her so badly was pleasing to her. She kissed her husband goodbye then headed out to his place. She arrived at his front door, shaking from nerves and anticipation. He let her in and closed the door. He was in his bathrobe, which was hanging loosely open. He smelt incredible to her. He reached out and pulled her close for a kiss. He kissed her hard, biting her lower lip. She felt his massive cock press into her stomach. He was so hard. She looked into his eyes and she could feel how badly he wanted her lips wrapped around his shaft. She stroked his chest and then slowly lowered her hand to his throbbing member. He let out a light moan. His cock jumped in her hand. She licked her lips then bent over and gave the tip of cock a gentle kiss, cupping his balls as she did so. His balls tightened in her hand. This was such a turn on for her. She got down on her knees and began to lick his shaft starting at the base then letting her tongue linger on the tip. Her mouth was moist with excitement. She tasted his precum. He pushed her away and went to sit on the couch. He summoned her over and asked her to sit beside him. She did as she was told. He asked her if she enjoyed being his cock slut and she smiled and nodded. She licked her hand and began to gently rub the underside of the tip of his prick. He moaned again, this time deeper, more wanting than before. She loved to tease. She spit on his shaft so it was moist and slick. She stroked him up and and down, pausing to message his tightening balls. Her clit was on fire. She wanted him to fuck her so badly but that is not why she was here. She had to focus on what he had tasked her. She was, after all, his cock slut. He told her to lay down on the couch next to him. She complied. She leaned across his lap. She took his cock into her mouth gently at first, and wrapped her lips around his girth. He was so big that she had a hard time managing just that. She started sucking his cock while milking his shaft with her hand. He moaned in pleasure and told her she was a good girl. This excited her immensely; knowing that she was bringing him such pleasure. He reached over and grabbed her head and gently pushed his cock deeper down her throat – she gaged, but relaxed for a moment, fighting the urge to pull back. She was determined to deep throat his engorged member, farther down than she had ever done before. She looked into his eyes while she took him down. She was elated. He pulled his cock out and guided her to kneel between his legs. Once there, her attention turned to his balls. She licked and sucked on his sack, burying her face in his groin. She reached up and started stroking his throbbing cock. His shaft was harder than ever, she could tell he was getting close. She stopped for a moment, then lowered her head to find that sensitive spot under his balls. She began to nibble. His cock jumped, his balls tightened. He told her she was driving him closer and closer to the edge. She took him in her mouth again, and started a steady, rhythmic pace of sucking and stroking. He told her he was going to cum soon and that when he did that she was not to stop. She was to take all his cum in her mouth and swallow. She nodded in agreement, never stopping her movement. His breathing quickened. She could feel that his shaft was extremely hard now. His cock was so swollen that she was finding it difficult to maintain her pace. He asked her to go a bit deeper and she obeyed. That was enough to push him to his peak. He moaned that he was cumming. She felt his warm seed pumping into her throat. This startled her at first and she gaged. But she did not stop. She continued to suck all his cum down while stroking his cock. She slowed her pace and lightened her touch. She gently licked the tip of his cock, releasing the last little bit of cum. He stared into her eyes, she smiled at him. She knew she had done a good job. When he was finished she got up from her knees, gently gave him a kiss and gathered her coat. He walked her to the door. He told her he was happy she came over. He asked her if she enjoyed servicing his cock. She blushed and said yes. He assured her that he would be calling her again. He walked her out and kissed her lightly then sent her on her way. On her way home she contemplated what had happened. She was a bit ashamed. How could she leave her husband at home to go suck-off another guy? And why did she enjoy being used in such a way? She found herself loving being someone's cock slut. It was alarming to her, but so exciting at the same time. When she arrived home it was late. Her husband was already asleep. She would have to wait to tell him about her evening. She climbed into bed, gently kissed her husband and thanked him. The last thing she thought about before drifting off to sleep was the prospect of being used by him and his friend. But that is another story to be told soon. I Never Knew I'd Like It I never had a desire or fantasized sharing my wife with another man. The idea never crossed my mind. I'm sure I would have laughed it off if it had. Things changed about eight years after we got married. Marge and I threw a party for our friends and neighbors. We had 30 guests and both of us were kept busy, me tending bar and Marge seeing that there was always plenty of snacks available. After about 3 hours Marge told me that people weren't eating much anymore so she was finished. I put a "BARTENDER WANTED, APPLY WITHIN." sign on the bar and left it. If anyone wanted a drink they could fix their own. I thought Marge might be tired but she said she'd had a lot of help in the kitchen and she was ready to do a little dancing. We joined the other dancers and enjoyed a couple slow numbers. After that we separated so we could circulate and see that everything was still going well. I went out to the patio and ambled from group to group, sometimes adding a comment to the conversation. After a bit I went back inside to see how things were there. I looked around the room and didn't see Marge right off. Then I spotted her dancing with our neighbor, Mike. I watched them for a minute and thought they made a beautiful couple. Mike is about 6' tall and in good shape from all the sports he plays. He was dressed in a white shirt and very light colored slacks. It really showed off his tanned muscles. Marge is 5'6" and has a firm 36 C, 24, 36 shape. She was wearing a silky short black dress, which contrasted beautifully with her pale white skin. And I knew she was feeling racy that night and didn't have anything on under the thin material of that dress. As I was watching them I got the shock of my life. Mike was holding my wife's ass in his hands and had her pulled tightly against him. And Marge wasn't resisting. I was instantly hurt and mad. I was mad at Mike for feeling up my wife and I was mad at Marge for letting him. And my stomach churned at the sight before me. But the funny thing is I could feel my dick stirring as I watched. I was ready to move across the floor and put a stop to it, but my cock had gotten big and hard and the bulge was too obvious. I moved into a dark alcove so I could arrange my pants to hide my obvious hard-on. I couldn't see them quite as well, but no one was likely to see me watching either. That's when I decided to watch a little longer and see what happened. As I watched longer I decided it wasn't as bad as I thought at first. Yeah, Mike was feeling Marge's ass, but it didn't look like it was going any further. He was talking to her, apparently trying to get her into another room. But she was laughing and shaking her head. Just before the song ended Mike slid his right hand up, cupping my wife's left breast, and gave her a kiss. Marge accepted the hand and the kiss, but broke away as soon as the song was over. She gently pushed Mike away and waved to him as she walked toward the bar. I was really relieved. But I couldn't understand why my dick was so hard after witnessing another man feeling up my wife. With that thin dress she was wearing I knew that Mike was aware she didn't have anything else on. He'd had a good feel of her ass and one of her tits. I kept watching Mike to see what he was up to next. I saw him walk over to Gloria and Jim. They're another couple that lives down the block from us. Mike said something to them and they all laughed. Jim was leaning against the bookcase with Gloria and Mike facing him. Mike put his arm around Gloria as they talked. They had their backs to the room so no one could see what they were doing except Jim. That is no one could see except me from my hiding place. While they continued to talk, Mike very deliberately fondled Gloria's tits. He was doing it right in front of Jim and Jim didn't seem to mind. In fact Jim was smiling. Then Mike let go of Gloria and headed down the hall to the bathroom. And spare bedrooms. Jim and Gloria just stood there for a few moments then they kissed. After a passionate kiss Jim turned Gloria around and patted her ass and she walked away from him and down the hall toward the bathroom. And spare bedrooms. Was she going to meet Mike? Was Jim letting her go? I saw him adjusting his pants and knew he had a hard-on. Another man had just felt his wife right in front of him and he was hard. I was too. I had to see what happened next. I wanted to go down that hall and see what Mike and Gloria were up to, but I wanted to watch Jim and see what he did too. Mike and Gloria were gone for about half an hour. Jim just stood there and waited. When Mike and Gloria came back they were both smiling. They walked over to Jim and Gloria put her arms around him and gave him a kiss. While she was kissing him he slipped his hand inside her dress and felt her pussy. When Jim's hand came back into view it was all wet. Mike said something and Jim licked his hand. I didn't need a diagram to figure out what was going on. How could a guy let another man fuck his wife? And then sample the evidence with his hand and tongue? There's no way I could, or would, do anything like that. Could I? All I know is I was getting turned on watching the events unfold in front of me. I just wished I could have been closer and heard what they said. I definitely looked at all three of them differently after that night. I also looked at Marge differently. I wondered if Mike had done anything more with her. Wondering if Marge was fooling around on me played havoc with my work for several weeks. I couldn't seem to get the thought out of my mind. The almost sick feeling I got every time I thought about it caused me to make a lot of mistakes. On top of that I constantly had to adjust my pants to hide my hard-on. I thought I was controlling things pretty well until Marge sat down with me on a Friday night and said we needed to talk. "You've been kind of distant lately. Is something wrong?" "No. Everything's fine." "Since the night of our party you've been walking around like a zombie. Did something happen at the party? Did one of those women come on to you?" I laughed and told her no one had come on to me. "I saw you dance with Gloria. She was looking at you like you were a fancy meal and she hadn't eaten in a week." I laughed again. "At least she wasn't feeling me up the way Mike did you." Marge had the decency to blush. "Honey, that kind of thing happens all the time. Mike didn't mean anything by it. You mean you don't cop a feel from some of our friends sometimes?" "I never have felt up any woman but you." "I'm sorry honey. If I'd known it would upset you I would have stopped Mike sooner. I really didn't think anything about it. It wasn't like I was getting turned on or something." "You looked like you enjoyed it." "Well a woman does like to know men find her attractive." "You know I find you very attractive." Marge put her hand on my cock and rubbed it. "I know. And you prove it time after time with this beautiful tool." She moved closer to me and lowered her voice. "Did it really piss you off when you saw Mike feeling my ass?" "Yes." "He had a hard-on and kept rubbing it against me." I was shocked to hear her say that. But in spite of my shock Marge felt my cock start to grow. "Were you really mad or were you turned on?" When I didn't answer she said, "I can feel your cock growing while we're talking about Mike fondling my ass and tits." She giggled as my cock jerked under her hand. "I guess it was sort of exciting, in kind of weird way." "And another thing. After I danced with Mike I couldn't find you or Gloria. Are you sure you weren't up to no good?" I laughed at her and said, "Gloria wasn't interested in me. She has a thing going on with Mike." "How do you know that?" I explained to Marge what I had seen, leaving out the part where Jim felt Gloria's pussy and tasted the wetness he found there. Marge was getting turned on listening to me. Her hand rubbed up and down my cock faster as I talked. When I finished telling her the story she pushed me down on the couch and unfastened my pants. She pulled my cock free and raised herself up over me. She lowered herself and pulled her panties aside guiding my solid cock into her wet hole. Marge started fucking me hard. She had her hands on my shoulders holding me down while she rode my dick. It only took a minute for her to have a screaming orgasm. Then she lay down on me with my stiff cock still imbedded in her pussy. Her hips were grinding slowly on me as she whispered, "Were you jealous?" "No. I told you I'm not interested in Gloria." "Were you jealous of Jim?" It felt like a dam burst when she asked that. My cock erupted: spewing white-hot cum deep inside her womb. Marge felt the explosion in my cock and she came again at the same time. After the waves of orgasmic pleasure subsided, we lay there without moving. Letting our breathing return to normal. I could feel my cock gradually shrinking. "Do you want me to let Mike fuck me?" I didn't answer her, but we could both feel my cock jerk and start growing again. "Is that a yes I feel?" I could only groan. "When we were dancing I could tell Mike has a big cock." I still didn't answer her. "You won't be the first husband to enjoy sharing his wife with another man." I groaned again and then came when she said, "And I'm not going to be the first wife whose husband let other men fuck her." I Never Knew She Did It just goes to show. You think you know someone and then, bang! All your ideas go out of the window. What am I talking about? You may well ask. My wife and I have been married for 30 years. The kids are grown up and gone. We are in steady careers and earning well. No worries and no ties. So, you may think, we would have time to relax and have fun. No such luck. Our sex life has never been that great. Not bad but not exactly what you would call blistering. I always put it down to her. While I enjoy the odd porno film and often think about experimenting in different activities she has never shown any inclination to anything out of the ordinary. I must say that while I often thought, I seldom acted. A couple of weeks back we had our usual romp. Sunday morning, as always. I went down on her, she on me, then on to a few minutes of missionary groaning until we both, I thought, came simultaneously. A brief kiss and cuddle later I was off to the bathroom for a shower. Imagine my surprise when on re-entering the bedroom she was lay on the bed, dressed in an erotic outfit that I could have never imagined her wearing, masturbating with a complicated looking dildo! "Wh, wha, what's going on" I managed to stammer. "Shut up!" she commanded. "Sit down, keep quiet and watch. You may learn something." My knees almost gave way as I sank into the bedroom chair while she continued to push and pull at her toy. My jaw dropped as she pulled it out of her damp hole and began to roll it across her hugely erect nipples. She propped herself up on one elbow and began to explain. "I have not really enjoyed sex for the last ten years." She began. "I don't know why. It certainly has nothing to do with our relationship because I love you as much now as I ever did. I think it has all just become a little stale. I want more out of life now and as you seemed a little reluctant to experiment I thought I would try it my way." I was about to protest but she interupted me. "No. Don't say anything. Learn what my orgasms can really be like. You don't have to do anything at all. Just sit back and enjoy the show." Being the good husband and knowing that she was always right I decided to agree and slumped back in the chair. She smiled and resumed the attention to her nipples. Laying back she slowly began to circle her right nipple with the head of the plastic shaft. I saw that it glistened from it's previous wet visit and it seemed to vibrate slightly in the light. Her breathing became deeper and she closed her eyes as she moved it from her right breast to her left. I began to notice her attire. It was a deep crimson basque, something I had always loved but never got around to buying her. I wondered if she knew I liked them somehow. It held her waist tightly whle its underwiring pushed her ample breasts up high. Over the years her shape, like mine, had sucumbed to gravity but this seemed to take a good 20 years off and gave her the shape she used to have. Attached to the basque by lacy suspenders were sheer black stockings. A little cliched perhaps but they did highlight the beautiful milky expanse of thigh and buttock that I was seeing in an alltogther new light. Just as I was admiring the contrast between shiny black and smooth white she took the dildo form her left nipple and raised it to her lips. My previously flacid cock gave a little start as she licked it to a shiney wetness once more before proceding to give it the attention I am sure she never gave me. Her cheeks sank in as she sucked and a good six inches of it disappeared between her lips. She withdrew around half before sucking it in again and I could see the wetness around her mouth as she ate the plastic with a hunger I could only fantasise about. My cock was slowly swelling again as I watched and it's growth accelerated as her free hand began to glide down her body. She continued to suck, holding the dildo like a lolipop with her left hand while her right pinched her swollen nipples. The roaming fingers soon made there way between her legs while she opened up her thighs fully to expose the engorged clitoris their soft caress. No more than two minutes of this and I was throbbing like I had not had sex for weeks. Then it got better. The dildo came out of her mouth with a loud pop. By the urgency of her movements I could see she was ready to come and as the saliva covered toy left a snails trail down her middle I saw why it had previously seemed so complicated. A wire came out with what appeared to be a control of some sort. As well as the thick shaft she had been sucking I now saw that, hidden underneath, was a shorter thinner appendage and on top of the shaft was a huge nodule that would press hard against her clit. She pushed the main shaft into her dripping pussy with urgency but as the smaller shaft came in contact with her rear hole she calmed herself. Using the now wet fingers of her right hand she lubricated the little passage with sticky juice and continued to push as the thin finger entered her arse. It took her a minute to get it all in but when it was she was gasping like I have never heard before. She held it in place with both hands and gripped the little control box. I heard a buzz and she let out a low moan. The buzz got higher as did her little screams and whimpers until in the space of no more than thirty seconds she was writhing and screaming like I had never seen her before. For what seemed an age she rocked and bucked; moaned, whimpered and screamed until she let out a shrill wail. Her back arched lifting her arse a good foot off the bed. I was treated to a delicious view of the thich shaft causing her pussy to drip sticky juices onto the thin shaft beneath and from there flood onto the sheets. She gave they device a couple of pumps and I could see that her muscles were doing their best to pull both shafts in while she rocked them back and forth. Finaly she sank back onto the bed gasping for breath. As she turned the controls down and withdrew the double dildo she gave a weak sigh. I was by now sat in the chair with my bathrobe parted and my stiff shaft clenched in my hand. She regained some of her breath and half raised herself on her elbows. With a wicked smile she managed to gasp out "Oh no you don't sunny. It's your turn now." To be continued...