5 comments/ 63061 views/ 3 favorites My Life as a Sex Addict By: MaiDawtons Amelia Chapter 01. A woman looks back at her life. Amelia was your typical 29 year old housewife. She cooked, cleaned, and performed her wifely duties, but under the facade of the sweet 1950's housewife lurked an insatiable hunger. Her long auburn hair framed her porcelain face and accentuated her emerald green eyes, draping over her demure shoulders and kissing the middle of her back. She had the face of an angel, with wide eyes that sparkled like a tropical sea, framed by thick long lashes. Her lips were perfectly shaped. With a full lower lip, that called to someone to kiss them and taste the sweetness within. She was small in stature standing only a few inches over five feet, with firm ample breasts hidden underneath her blouse, her nipples were diminutive yet taut, silken, and a delicate shade of pink. Her waist was petite yet soft, the way a woman should feel. Her hips widened to reveal curves that were almost dangerous, but necessary to support her voluptuous heart shaped derrière. Her thighs were thick but sensual, firm, smooth, and deceptively long for her height. This was surely the body of a goddess. This particular Monday started just like any typical Monday morning. The jarring sound of an alarm clock blaring in the corner of her room stirred Amelia from her vivid dreams. "Good morning Sweetheart," Amelia said as she kissed her husband Simon on the forehead. "Good Morning Love." Simon lightly slapped her bottom in a playful gesture. "What would you like for breakfast this morning?" "Whatever is easiest love, it doesn't matter. I have to get to work a little early today." He stumbled naked to the shower that she had already turned on for him the hot water tinting his skin as it beat upon him. While he finished his shower Amelia pottered around in the kitchen preparing breakfast: two eggs over easy, three slices of bacon, wheat toast, and a tall glass of orange juice. She hummed to herself as she set the table and placed the finishing touches. "Smells wonderful. Remind me again what I did to deserve you?" Leaning over Simon, Amelia nibbled on his earlobe lovingly "Well what you did last night might have a little something to do with it," she giggled like a school girl and blushed as she made her way to her seat, picking up a puzzle book on the way. Simon ate quickly,famished from the previous night's expenditure of energy. "Any plans for today?" He looked at her as if it was the first time he had seen her looking so radiant. Amelia responded without even looking up from her morning crossword puzzle. "Nothing special, the usual house work, I need to pick up a few things from the grocery store, and make dinner. Do you need anything while I am out?" He stared at her, watching her nose scrunch up the way it always did when she was concentrating really hard, and grinned. "No, just curious what exciting things you do here while I am gone all day I guess." They laughed. "Well the Queen of England is supposed to stop by about 11 for brunch, then I plan to eradicate world hunger, I should be done with that by Noon, and if I feel like it I may bring peace to the Middle East." "Now that is why I love you, beauty and brains." Simon declared as he stood to walk out the door. "Don't forget your lunch." Amelia walked to the fridge, grabbed the lunch she'd made the night before, and handed it to him. "Have a good day at work sweetie; I'll see you for dinner." She leaned into him and they shared a lingering kiss before he walked out the door. Soon after kissing Simon goodbye she got dressed and started in on the house work and usual errands. Thinking back later, she couldn't understand what possessed her to do something so out of the ordinary, perhaps it was the wonderful lovemaking they'd indulged in the night before, or perhaps a subconscious need that had not been fulfilled, but for some reason this morning she found herself full of desire. A desire to be touched. At first she just ignored it thinking it would pass, but the more she tried to fight the urge the more she noticed it building inside her. She fought it as it radiated and pulsed between her legs, aching, calling to her like a siren calling sailors to their deaths. She felt it with every step, the friction of her tight jeans rubbing against her delightful button which had swollen to it's peak of arousal. With each step she felt a current of lust surge through her, begging and pleading for her to satisfy it's needs and wants, telling her it would not be quieted until it had been appeased. Looking around the house she was sure that most of her daily chores were done, so, with nothing much left to do why should she deny herself what her body so desperately yearned for? Making her way to her bedroom she walked past a tall mirror, in it she caught a glimpse of the true woman inside her voluptuous body; the ravenous nymph which lived inside her, caged by her fear of relinquishing control to such a beast. She was afraid of what would become of the image everyone else had of her. This sensuous, sexual creature, no matter how alarming, had an alluring, almost hypnotic effect on her. Before she knew it she had undone her jeans and stepped out of them before removing her blouse and bra. Standing completely exposed except for her almost sheer cotton panties she looked into the eyes of this stranger who stood before her. She allowed her hands to dust across her flawless skin. Tracing each natural curve of her body starting at the nape of her neck,then down to her now hardened nipple. Her fingers danced gently across it sending a shiver through her. Deliberately she slid her hand down the middle of her abdomen like a river flows to the sea, drawn by the strong tides beckoning from her moist place. She had never really noticed the beauty of her nudity, she reached down and caressed herself through her panties which now felt like satin as her wetness brimmed from inside her. She lingered there feeling the smooth freshly shaven skin that lay just beneath, the warmth and softness overtook her and before she knew it she was laying on her satin bedspread. Lying on her stomach she began applying pressure to the beacon of her pleasure. Her legs apart and her sweet and bountiful ass slightly elevated allowing the full weight of her body to push against her hand. She moved with a purpose and that purpose was selfish pleasure. With each tiny movement she began to breathe more heavily feeling the waves of ecstasy wash over her and undulate through her like wind over wheat in a field. Sensations raced through her. In her mind she envisions her husband standing behind her, watching her as he undresses himself. Showing himself in all his masculine glory. Tall, dark, lean of body, a sprinkling of hair across his broad chest, in her mind his arms flex as he reaches for her waist. Turning her over in one movement he wraps his arms around her and buries his face in her neck, smelling her, taking in her essence, tasting her with his mouth, tongue and teeth. Whispering in a raspy voice of his intent to dominate her and use her until she begs him to stop, he grabs her and places her lovingly but forcefully on the bed. His hand travels down to where she had moments ago been touching herself, the heat and scent of her engulfing him. He lifts her backside in the air allowing himself a better view, drinking in her beauty, consuming every ounce he could until his passion forces him to have her. He slowly traces the seam of her panties that lined her inner thigh, grazing it, slowly caressing her lotus ensuring it is ready to be plucked. Pulling her panties to one side he begins to slide his hardness against her, its perfect head full, firm, and smooth, entering her, she gasps with delight, parting her thighs, offering herself. He tangles his hand in her hair pulling her mouth to meet his in a wanton kiss as he pushes himself fully inside her. Their bodies melting as her rhythm rises to meet his, their mouths hungrily devouring each other, softly nibbling and tugging at their lips. Their pants and moans echo in the room. She opens herself completely, imploring him to fill her to her very depths, wanting to feel his explosion with hers, and of course her phantom lover obliges, then they collapse together in a heap of heat, passion, and ecstasy. He fills her womb with the spreading heat she has craved and her body responds with firm wet muscles squeezing him in a sporadic rhythm. She grasps the blanket tightly, and releases a scream, silent in her ears, but deafening in her mind, collapsing on the bed exhausted and satiated. She awoke from her massive orgasm only to realize several hours had passed. Her stomach muscles burned and ached, her heart was fluttering in her chest, her breathing rapid and her lust finally satisfied. Realizing there was no longer time to solve world hunger and bring peace to the Middle East, she quickly showered, dressed, and started her dinner routine. She rushed to set the table in time for Simon's return. No sooner was the last utensil is in its proper place than she heard his car pull into the driveway and she went to the door to greet him with an excited smile. She loved seeing him come home each day, as soon as she saw him her face lit up, and she felt a complete person again. Simon made his way up the drive and saw her there in the doorway, smiling as always; this was his favorite time of the day, coming home to her. As he stepped inside and pushed the door closed, he grabbed her in one arm and swung her around to kiss her passionately. "Honey, I'm hooooommmmeeee!" Amelia flung her arms around his neck and hugged him hard, "Yes you are my darling," she said softly. My Life as a Sex Addict Ch. 02 This story is a continuation of my first story, if you haven't read the first one you may miss some important details. I would like to sincerely thank Teloz for doing a wonderful job editing both my stories, I couldn't have done it without him. I have already started chapter three and it should be completed soon. I will keep them coming as long as people keep reading. I hope you enjoy! Amelia sat upon Kevin's lap, bare breasted, displaying her smooth skin to him, her nipples were hard with the chill of the air and excitement. The evening had been full of so many unexpected events. Moments ago she had watched Gretchen, Hannah, and Joe make love in ways she had never even imagined, and she had become more aroused than she had ever thought possible. Now she was about to give her virginity to a man she had met just hours ago. She considered telling him that this would be her first time. She was vulnerable and nervous, as she contemplated the situation. He touched her gently almost as if he sensed her nervousness. His touch calmed her. "There's something I need to tell you. I'm a virgin." Amelia's voice was a mere whisper. Kevin tenderly cupped her chin in his hand and upturned her face to meet his sincere gaze. "Listen, we don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Touched by his gesture Amelia kissed him, softly at first but as their kiss lingered on it turned into something more. She stood above him topless, and slowly pulled her skirt down, looking at him as his eyes drank her in. Kevin sat up and unhurriedly reached for the waistband of her small white panties, he slowly pulled them down, his hands brushed against her thighs all the way down to her feet. She stepped out of them as she placed her hands on his shoulders for support. She took a dominant stance above him. She kissed him and pushed him down on the fluffy blankets beneath them. She straddled him as she pulled his shirt over his head revealing his tan satin skin. She fumbled with his jeans and quickly unbuttoned them, pulling them down to his ankles. Kevin kicked his feet free of his jeans and stripped his body bare to oblige her. Her nervousness was replaced by a strange thrill, a feeling of control, and she liked it. She kissed him and lay him back again, this time there was no cloth barrier between them. Their hot skin pressed together, her moistness meeting his hardness as it rubbed against her, begging for entry. His cock was long and sleek with a perfect mushroom shaped head. With each kiss and suckle she placed upon his skin his dick throbbed and his body's reaction excited her. She tested this theory and relished the fact that she controlled him, that she could tempt him, and make him subject to her every whim. She arched her back to press her wetness even more powerfully against him. She moved in a circular rotation as she teased his cock and her clit with each heavy stroke. She let go of herself, and closed her eyes as every sensation coursed through her body. Her hands pulled her long auburn hair off her back and her pale creamy skin glowed, flushed with the warmth of desire, an intense contrast to his dark silken skin. Like an artist making each careful brush stroke she too moved with a sense of purpose. Her sex was dripping with anticipation, each movement awakening her sexuality even more, and building her desire. "I want you, please I need to be inside you," Kevin's voice, raspy with desperation sent a chill down Amelia's spine. Without a single word she allowed him to slide inside her slowly. She felt the tip of him enter her, she moaned feeling the first penetration. There was no physical barrier, no blood or pain as she had heard there would be. Perhaps the bike accident she had had at age eight had claimed her hymen, making her a virgin in name only. Her body moved to push him further inside her, he grabbed her hips roughly and pulled her down on him, selfishly forcing himself inside her without consideration of her feelings or her gratification. With each movement her clit rubbed against his pubic bone sending vibrations through her, urging her body to move faster and faster. He continued pulling her down hard, worried only about his own orgasm, pounding her in ways no virgin should sustain. Although she was unsure of his motives, she felt no emotional connection with him, she tried to focus only on the physical pleasure each stroke his slender cock made as it entered her. She felt a pressure building inside her and she wanted to let it go, and melt away from her heated core like lava. She wanted nothing more than to feel the release she had witnessed on the faces of the three lovers she has watched earlier. "I'm about to cum, get up, get up now!" Kevin moved frantically and pushed her off him, nearly knocking her down. His hand grabbed his cock and he gave it a few savage jerks before it made a mess on his belly, he wiped the goo clean with a blanket and abruptly stood up. "I'm sorry, I have to go now." He grabbed his clothes and left without another word. Amelia sat there dumbstruck and unsatisfied. This was not how she envisioned her first time, she felt used, cheated, and disappointed, her eyes pricked with tears. This was not like any scene she had seen in the movies, not the loving affection displayed, the cuddling, hand holding, or loving gazes she had seen so many times in her mind. Moments after she had been deflowered the twins said their good byes to Joe and all three girls sneaked back into the house arriving at the girls sugary pink room. Amelia made an alternative bed on the soft carpet, while the twins lay in their own beds. She lay there cupping her sore, battered sex in her hands and cried herself to sleep. Used and thrown away like a Kleenex, she closed her eyes and fell into an uneasy sleep. The sun glared through the window and hit her face in an unpleasant way, waking her as she sprawled on the bedroom floor, harsh reality hitting her more brutally than the sun. She was no longer a virgin, she was no longer pure, and she had given her most precious gift to a complete and total stranger, who, apparently, was a self centered jerk. Amelia looked over to see Hannah and Gretchen sound asleep, their bodies intertwined together much like they had been the night before. They looked much more innocent when sleeping, like the dolls she had thought they were when she first laid eyes on them. She quietly made her way down the stairs and crept out the door. Once outside she breathed a sigh of relief, she did not have to face her demons this morning, she would go home and take a very long hot shower and wash away her shame. Once home she walked directly to the shower, undressed, and stood in the stream of scorching water trying and failing to erase the horrible mistake she had made. "I'm so stupid, how could I..?" Her voice trailed off, replaced by quiet sobs. Her warm tears trailed down her face camouflaged by the shower. Never in a million years would she have thought a single decision would change her life so much. She felt horrible about herself, and she had no one to talk to about it. She didn't want anyone to know, this would be her secret disgrace. She spent the rest of the weekend silent in her room, finding comfort in the music flowing from the radio, and the warmth of her own blanket. Monday morning came and the dread of facing the kids at school and her best friend Simone weighed heavy on her. Amelia felt as though she was wearing a banner that said "slut" across her chest. The school bus arrived at the school, and for the first time, Amelia was the last one off the bus. She made her way slowly to her locker hoping to avoid everyone along the way. "Boo!" Simone was standing on the other side of Amelia's locker. "What is wrong with you? You look like you are going to a funeral." Simone teased. "You aren't mad about Friday night are you?" "No, it's no big deal, I'm just not feeling very well today. I think I might go home early. I have to go," she was desperate to find any excuse to escape, "you know how Mr. Smith is if you are late, I'll talk to you later O.K?" Amelia raced towards her class. The day passed by in a blurry haze. Amelia wasn't even sure how she had gotten from class to class, and before she knew it, she was walking up the gravel drive to her house. She felt dead inside and for the first time in her life she felt overwhelmed. She sat on her bed staring blankly at the wall, her thoughts spinning inside her head a million miles an hour. So caught up in her thoughts she didn't hear the phone ringing until the third ring. "Hello." Amelia answered the phone in mechanical tone. "I am coming over now, no arguments, no discussion, I am getting to the bottom of this." Simone hung up the phone before Amelia could respond. She listened to the dial tone on the other end for a few moments before finally hanging up the phone. Amelia made her way out the door to the end of the driveway, where she waited obediently for Simone. How was she going to tell her about Friday night? What was she going to tell her? She needed to come up with something and quick, but before she could even get a general plan together Simone's car sped up the gravel drive. "Get in, we need to talk." Simone's demeanor made it very clear she wasn't going to give up until all her questions were answered. Amelia hopped in the passenger seat and buckled her seat belt. Simone backed out of the driveway and headed to a secluded spot down by the river, the locals called make-out point. They sat there for a while watching the sun closing in on the water, changing the once blue sky to an orangish pink. It was beautiful and Amelia knew why someone would want to come here and be with the one they loved. Thinking about those couples being so in love, surrounded by nature's beauty was all it took for her to break down. She fell into a weeping mess, hunched over in emotional pain, sobs coming from her making her sound almost inhuman. "Oh My God!, What is wrong sweetie? You have to tell me please, I want to help you." Simone looked into Amelia's tear filled eyes with a desperate expression and love that melted Amelia's heart. "Please," Simone spoke softly now, wiped the tears from Amelia's face and feathered her hair away from her eyes. "I'm not a virgin anymore!" Amelia blurted out, wishing she could suck back those words before they reached Simone's ears, but it was too late, the shock that racked Simone's face made that very clear. "Friday after you left," Amelia paused briefly taking in a painful breath, "That's when it happened." "How, I mean with who? I didn't know you were even seeing anyone." Simone's face did a poor job of hiding her surprise. "I didn't even know him, it was stupid and I can't take it back, it's too late, no one will ever want me now!" Fresh tears streaked Amelia's face as she began sobbing again, overwhelmed by all the emotions and sadness she was feeling. Simone pulled Amelia's face into her lush breasts, wrapping her arms around her in a blanket of security and laying her cheek on top of her head. Her hands stroked Amelia's hair to comfort her, then she began dropping butterfly kisses on her hair before pulling back and kissing her face. Without warning she kissed her lips, letting her tongue graze her lips in an attempt to part them. As Simone's lips touched hers it was as though a lightening bolt shot through her body, her eyes widened then closed as she felt the velvet tongue of her new lover brush her lips then enter her mouth. Simone's hands danced across Amelia's body with a delicate touch, causing the volcanic heat to build inside her, as she played her like an instrument. She lifted the blouse over Amelia's head, her fingers finding Amelia's bra-less nipple to tease and rub to full firmness, before placing her hot damp mouth on it. Her tongue flicked Amelia's nipple without mercy, causing each nerve ending to fire a violent response throughout her body. Amelia's body twitched and tried to pull away but Simone climbed atop her, digging her nails deep in her back pulling Amelia even closer to her and further in her mouth. Unable to take it a moment longer Amelia pulled Simone's face to hers, and kissed her ferociously. Her fingers made light work of the buttons on Simone's blouse, she opened it exposing the gorgeous breasts she had fantasized about so many times before, held captive by a hot pink bra. She pulled the clasps in front apart, freeing Simone's perfect breasts. Amelia tasted the sweetness of Simone's mouth, smelled the fragrant scent of her freshly showered skin, and the felt the softness of her curvacious body. She placed her lips timidly on Simone's breasts kissing and licking them gingerly, ensuring each one got equal time and attention. Her teeth grazed Simone's nipple and she let out a slow deep moan, Amelia tugged her nipple harder with her teeth, skimming her tongue gently across. Simone responded with thrusts and moans, arching her back, burying her hands in Amelia's hair, pulling her tight. "Come outside with me." Simone opened the car door, stepped out, and gestured Amelia to follow. They made their way to the trunk where they discovered a winter weather kit. The kit contained a blanket, some candles, kitty litter, tire chains, and a bottle of whiskey. Simone grabbed the blanket, candles, and the whiskey. She laid the blanket down on the thick soft grass, creating a makeshift mattress. She lit the candles, opened the bottle of whiskey, took a mouthful, and offered the bottle to Amelia. She took a small sip and almost choked as the burning liquid caught in the back of her throat. They laughed as Amelia coughed, finally regaining her composure and dared to take another sip. The warmth of the whiskey spread through her making her head dizzy. The navy blue sky was illuminated only by the brilliant stars, and the candlelight created a romantic ambiance. "You're beautiful, you know that don't you." Amelia looked into Simone's deep brown eyes wanting nothing more than to continue the surprise make out session that started in the car. "No I'm not, not compared to you anyway." "Shhhhh." Amelia hushed Simone placing her finger delicately on her lips, before kissing her. They fought for dominance, they moved in a lovers tango, slow and sensual, kissing, stroking, licking each other into submission. Simone the victor, lay Amelia on her back, a willing loser. Her mouth coating Amelia's neck in dreamy wet kisses, sending a throbbing response into her very depths. Amelia felt herself growing hot and moist between her legs, only able to gasp in glorious pleasure, and reward her lover with relentless praise. Simone's experienced hands and lips caressed Amelia, teased her, drew her to the brink, causing the tide within her to rise and fall with each act she performed. Simone's kisses were finally obstructed by Amelia's tight jeans. She playfully probed Amelia's jeans with her tongue, enjoying the movements her hips made in response, as they begged to be released from their prison. Her hands raked across Amelia's breasts, then traveled down her abdomen, where they lingered at the top button of her jeans. "Do you want me?" Simone whispered, placing a kiss on Amelia's stomach looking up at her waiting for a response. "Yes! God yes! I've wanted this for so long." Simone didn't make her wait another minute, she tore the jeans from Amelia and rubbed her nose against Amelia's panties letting her musk intoxicate her. She sucked the juices from them savoring the sweetness, once tasted she craved more. Simone moved the soaked panties to the side as she licked and tugged at Amelia's swollen lips. Letting her tongue explore Amelia's enticing cunt, before delving into her rippled cavern. Taking her time making long, smooth strokes with her tongue, encompassing her bud, pulling it gently between her lips, before plunging her tongue deep inside her again. Amelia moved beneath her, her legs wrapped around Simone's head pulling her harder into her. Breaking away, Simone let her fingers part Amelia's fully engorged lips, her finger slid into her without effort. She moved in and out of her in a rhythmic motion, each insertion bringing pleasure, first one finger then two. She began a beckoning motion inside her stroking her g-spot, sending immense elation to every inch of her being. Amelia felt a new sensation, something she had never felt as total joy washed over her, a clear hot fluid squirted from her, gushing out in a steady stream drenching her quivering pussy and thighs. Simone quickly lowered her eager mouth to sample the sweet nectar she had made, lapping it off her thighs drinking every drop. Before they could continue, headlights came into view. Amelia sat up, eyes wide full of fear, still weak kneed after returning from her euphoria. Simone pulled her to her feet, they hastily packed up the blanket, candles, and clothes before jumping into the car and speeding off. Hysterical laughter filled the car when Simone pointed out Amelia had somehow found the time to fasten her seat belt over her naked body. Simone drove to a nearby wooded area and turned off the engine, so they could get dressed. Silence fell on the car and was only invaded by the symphony of frogs and crickets. "That was intense!" Amelia half chuckled as she fumbled in the dark to find her clothes. "Definitely not a boring Monday night," once dressed Simone put the car into drive and drove to Amelia's house. A solemn air hung over the car as they pulled into the driveway. "Thanks for the ride home, see you tomorrow. Amelia climbed out of the car unsure of the right words to say and unable to interpret Simone's emotionless face. "Yeah, see you then." Simone put the car in reverse and faded into the dark night. A pang of guilt stabbed Amelia as she made her way inside. So many questions flooded her mind as she replayed the evenings events. Was Simone mad at her now? Would things be awkward between them? Did she ruin their friendship? Was that why Simone had been so distant on the ride home? Amelia, lay in her bed, her body felt more relaxed than it ever had, she had no difficulty falling asleep that night. Before she knew it the alarm bellowed, stirring her from a deep sleep, "Secret Lovers, that's what we are....", she quickly hit the snooze button thinking it ironic that particular song was the song that woke her this morning. She'd lost her virginity and in two days had had two secret lovers. At this rate she was going to reach thirty lovers by the end of the month. She pushed the thought out of her head, wiped the sleep from her tired eyes, and began her morning ritual. She would be glad when school was over, she didn't know how many more days she could tolerate the cliques, bullies, and teenage angst. She yearned for the day she would enter the "real world". "Ten more days" she murmured to herself. She let out a heavy sigh and walked to the bus stop. She arrived at school, made her way to her locker, lingered there longer than usual waiting for Simone's arrival, but it never came. At the end of each class she surveyed the crowded halls hoping to see her, but she was nowhere to be found. Amelia suspected it had something to do with last night, but tried not to think the worst. The minutes ticked by slowly until her agony was eased by the shrill ringing of the end of day bell. As soon as she arrived home she dialed Simone's number, it rang for what felt like an eternity before she heard a familiar sultry voice on the other end. "Hello." "Hey, I missed you at school today." Amelia tried to keep things normal but she wanted so much to ask if it had anything to do with last night. "Yeah, I am done with school, I have enough credits to graduate, and I am just going to work more hours at the pizza place to save up for college this fall. I talked to my parents about it last night, they think it's a good plan." Simone seemed distant, a coldness had replaced her usual warm tone. My Life as a Sex Addict Ch. 02 "Oh, well that's good I guess. I don't know how I will make it through the next nine days without you there." Amelia felt the urge to bring up the main issue on her mind, but before she could frame the words Simone continued. "Look, our lives are going two separate ways, what's nine days anyway. I just think it would be best if we just say our goodbyes now. Please don't call again, it's better this way." Simone hung up the phone. Once again Amelia was left listening to the humming of the dial-tone. She let the phone drop from her hand and it fell to the floor. She felt as though she had been shot, her arms went numb, her heart beat so mercilessly it broke; at that moment she knew why it was called heart break. Simone made valid points, they were indeed going their separate ways. Amelia would be off at basic training, Simone away at college, what did she expect from Simone? Maybe after some time things would mend, but she had to face the fact that things had changed and would only continue changing. It wasn't as if she could carry on a relationship with her, the military was very clear on it's opinion of homosexuality. They wouldn't even allow her in if they knew what she had already done with Simone. The thought scared her, without the military her options were more than limited, they were non existent. She just had to chalk it up to another lesson learned the hard way. Amelia had been right about one thing, school was not the same without Simone. She felt like a stranger in a foreign land, but finally the days of trudging through the halls like a zombie were over. Simone hadn't even bothered to show up for graduation, a feeling of complete and total rejection washed over her. How badly must Simone hate her to not even show up for such a once in a lifetime event. With that Amelia knew they would never be friends or secret lovers again, but didn't fully understand why. After a few days of moping around the house, becoming overwhelmed by sheer boredom, she decided it was time to refocus her attention. She began making calls to her recruiter and spending most of her time at the recruiting station. She filed papers, answered phones, and took messages; it was drudgery really but it was a break from her house, which no longer seemed like her home. Her parents considered her an adult, she was after all, eighteen, a high school graduate, and seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. She came and went as she pleased with little or no questioning. It also offered her a way to meet interesting people, people who were living the life she hoped to be living soon. Things seemed to be getting better, she had a few months left until she was out of this place, and she couldn't wait. She decided until that day she would stay focused and let nothing distract her. She didn't know what the future held but she knew it had to be better than the past. My Life as a Sex Addict Ch. 03 (I would like to thank all the people who have taken the time to read my stories and comment on them. This is part three in a series with hopefully many more to come. I would also like to thank Teloz for helping me with the editing of all of my work. I hope you enjoy!) Amelia made her way into the recruiting station. The old building had seen better days, the bricked exterior showed its age and she was sure if its walls could talk it would have many stories to tell. The interior was sterile, the harsh fluorescent light cast an unforgiving glow over everything it touched. As she was joining the Air Force, she worked in the Air Force recruiting office which was tucked neatly between the Army and Marine Corps offices. The ancient building housed all four branches of military service, connected by a single narrow hallway. The morning was spent doing the usual mundane tasks, it seemed as though it was going to be another boring day. Her stomach rumbled, she looked at the clock for the twentieth time that day and was relieved to see it was almost time for lunch. Her thoughts were interrupted by loud laughter as a group of Marines gathered in the hallway, she peeked into the hallway to get a better look. The Marine recruiter, Staff Sergeant Costway saw her out of the corner of his eye, he motioned her over and introduced her to each of them. She exchanged pleasantries and shook their hands. Lance Corporal Jason Reeds was the last to introduce himself, he seemed stand offish as he stood in his service C uniform, or charlies as they were often called. He was a stocky man, his tan arms were muscular, his buzz cut hair looked to be dark auburn, his uniform hugged him in all the right places and upon further inspection she discovered he had a very nice behind! When first seeing him, she had thought him to be in his mid thirties, he was not the tallest or most handsome man she had ever seen, to be honest she barely gave him a second look. "I am trying to convince her to join the Marine Corps, but the Air Force got a hold of her first. Damn shame in my opinion," Staff Sergeant Costway put a firm hand on her shoulder. Before he could utter another word the phone in his office began ringing. "Duty calls," he smiled and briskly made his way to his office. "Why are you joining the 'Chair Force', can't handle real men?" Lance Corporal Reed asked sarcastically. His comment causing a boom of laughter to erupt from the surrounding Jarheads. "Aren't you a little old to be picking on a poor defenseless little girl?" She glared at him waiting for some sort of response. His fellow Marines burst into uncontrollable laughter at her remark. "Did I say something funny?" she was slightly intrigued as to why her comment had caused such mirth. "My nickname is old man Reed, because I look old for my age," he slowly moved toward her, as the other Marines went off to do whatever tasks they had been doing. "I didn't mean anything by my comment earlier, allow me to properly introduce myself, the name's Lance Corporal Jason Reed, but you can call me Jason." "Hello Jason, I am Amelia Walters, but you can call me Amelia," they shook hands. He smiled at her, and something changed, he no longer looked to be in his thirties, his smile softened his face making him look younger. "So Amelia, just curious, how old did you think I was when you first saw me?" He looked at her with his intense brown eyes. "Honestly, I thought you were in your mid thirties, maybe older." "Ha! That's what most people say, but I actually just turned 21 a few days ago." "Happy belated birthday, I would have gotten you something had I known," she teased. "Well you could come to lunch with me, if you wanted to make it up to me, my treat of course!" he exuded such confidence and charisma, she found it nearly impossible to resist him. "It is the least I can do after missing your birthday," she winked at him and they walked out the door into the mid afternoon sun. They walked out to his car, a silver Honda hatchback, he opened the passenger side door for her and closed it once she had gotten in. They flirted the entire the way to the restaurant, and she felt a strange connection to him. It was as though she was supposed to be here with him and every moment in her life thus far was leading her to him. She discovered he was home on two weeks leave combined with two weeks of recruiter's assistance, he had just finished thirteen weeks of Boot Camp at Paris Island, South Carolina, he was going to Texas at the end of his leave to complete training to become a telephone communications something or other, he was from the area, and he wasn't in a relationship. The lunch ended when the time came for him to return to the recruiting station. She was sad to see it end, she wanted to spend more time getting to know this increasingly fascinating man. They drove back, arriving precisely on time. He got out of the car first, walked to her door, opened it and offered his hand to help her out of the car. "What a gentleman! Why thank you sir." She placed her hand in his, gracefully exiting his vehicle. She curtsied to him and smiled. "I get off at four o'clock, would you be interested in keeping an old man company tonight?" "It would be my pleasure. I don't have a car, and I live about forty-five minutes from here, would you be able to give me a lift home afterward?" "No problem, just meet me here about four o'clock." He made his way into the building and she couldn't help but stare at his scrumptious ass. Time dragged on, each moment seemed like hours, as her anticipation grew. Four o'clock arrived and she anxiously made her way to the predetermined meeting place. She stood in the warm sun for a few moments nervously fidgeting with her clothes, messing with her hair, and making sure she looked presentable. She propped her foot against the warm brick building, looking up allowing the sun to shine on her face, she breathed in deeply enjoying the beautiful weather. She was so caught up in the moment she didn't notice him standing beside her. He stood there careful not to make a sound, watching her soak up the sun before quietly making his presence known to her. "You ready to get out of here? I really need to get out of this uniform." "Sure, ready when you are." She was caught off guard and wondered how long he had been standing there. Once again he was a complete gentleman, he opened her door, and they made their way to his parents' house. A short time later they pulled into the driveway of a lovely two story home. Jason walked over, opened her door, holding her hand as they walked side by side to the front door. "Home Sweet Home," he boasted as he turned the key in the lock opening the front door. "You can just have a seat on the sofa, I'm gonna go up to my room to change. Make yourself at home." With that he disappeared up the stairs. How could she make herself at home? Her home looked nothing like this, she was well aware they were not of the same social class. She had never had a boyfriend, never had to worry about the awkward first meeting with their parents, or deal with the pressure of first impressions. She definitely was not dressed to meet his mother. Amelia was wearing a blue and white striped button up belly shirt, without a bra, her cut off shorts were denim and the fringe touched the edge of her buttocks. Sure the look was great for summer fun, captivating the attention of men, but not quite the look one would wish to present to a potential boyfriend's mother. Up to this point of her visit she had been lucky, his parents were still at work. She passed the time looking at nick knacks, family portraits, and the beautiful decorations, each one strategically placed. She hoped he would finish changing quickly so she could avoid the initial meeting until a day when she was more appropriately dressed. He came bouncing down the stairs wearing a nice pair of khaki pants, a short sleeve dress shirt, brown dress shoes, and a brown belt. He was a tall drink of water as she let her eyes pass over his fantastic physique, thirteen weeks of boot camp had done his body good. His cologne was intoxicating as it made its way to her. Now she really felt under dressed and self conscience of her appearance. "Wanna head out?" he looked at her and smiled. "Sure, where to?" she had no idea where he planned on taking her, she began to think she had made a mistake agreeing to this date without proper time to prepare. "It's a surprise." he teased. They walked out the front door, made their way to his car when his mother pulled into the drive behind him. The feeling of dread swept across Amelia, she swallowed hard, feeling a pit form in her stomach. She smiled sweetly at his mother as she made her way to him. "Hey Mom," he said as he wrapped his arms around her in a hug. "This is Amelia, we met at the recruiting station today, she is joining the Air Force soon. Amelia, this is my mother Kim." "Nice to meet you," Amelia said in a meek voice. "Nice to meet you," Kim said shortly. "Do you mind if I steal my son away for a few moments? I just need a few words with him before he leaves." "No, of course not." "Go Ahead and get in the car, I'll be right back," Jason said before walking to his mother's car at the end of the drive. Amelia sat in his car, discretely watching them in the rear view mirror. Kim looked to be in her early forties, she was tall, lean, and well kept. Her blond hair was groomed to perfection resembling the Farrah Fawcett style that had been so popular back in the day. She wore exquisite jewelry, and from what Amelia could tell it was real, and very expensive. She had glanced away for a few moments paying no attention to the mother and son talking behind her, until she heard the raised voices. She could only make out bits and pieces of the conversation, but she got the gist of it. "You are not bringing that trash into my house! I don't care if you are a grown man it is not going to happen," Kim had her final say, the discussion was over. Storming to her car, she pulled out of the driveway, parked along side the curb and strode angrily back into the house. Amelia was on the verge of tears, she knew some people thought of her as poor white trash, but she had never endured the brutality of hearing a grown woman of high social standing say so. "I'm sorry about that, hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," he turned to look at her, grimacing when he noticed the single tear that fell from her chin. "I'm so sorry about that, my mom is a good person she just doesn't see things the way I do sometimes." He leaned into her, lightly kissing the tear from her chin. "Anyone could see someone as beautiful as you is far from garbage," with that he put the car in reverse and backed out of the drive. They went driving around the small city, chatting and having a wonderful time. Although she had spent most of her life in this provincial town she had seen very little of it. She had lived such a sheltered life up to this point, now she was free to explore the world, see where life would take her, and she enjoyed having him as her tour guide. They walked through the bricked streets, surrounded by old buildings, street lamps, and it felt as though they had been transported back in time. This place had a strangely alluring charm to it, almost like it harbored mysterious secrets within every brick. They made their way to the flood wall, enormous murals had been painstakingly hand painted from one end to the other. The flood wall in and of itself was a miraculous feat, but to see these fascinating and detailed paintings covering its huge expanse, was truly something to behold. She studied each one trying not to miss the simplest of detail. After viewing all the the murals, they strolled over to an embankment by the river's edge. The sky was a multitude of colors, ranging from an angry orange, to a soft lilac, as the day drew to an end. The river's gentle lullaby of rushing water was the perfect accompaniment to the astonishing scenery. It had been a fantastic day, she had cherished their time together and had never had so much fun doing absolutely nothing. They stayed until the colors faded into a dark blue canvas, broken only by the occasional twinkling diamond. "I have one more place I would like to go if that's OK with you?" Jason pulled her close to him and kissed her lips gently for the first time. "It's more than OK with me," she fell into his kiss, swept up in the raw emotion of lust, or perhaps love. All she knew is she would go anywhere with him, she would do anything he wanted, and she wanted to do everything with him! There was no outside agent influencing her, no drink to blame her impulses, these insanely powerful feelings were real. He wrapped his arm around her waist, leading her to his car, she felt as if she floated along side him. They drove to a nearby baseball field. She wasn't sure why he was bringing her here, but so far he had shown her the time of her life. "I used to play ball here in High school, I was pretty good, I just like to sit here sometimes at night and think. It's so peaceful." He undid his seat belt and placed his hands behind his head. "I bet you were, I bet you are wonderful at everything you do." Amelia was unable to hide her infatuation, she was smitten, and she didn't care if he knew. She knelt in her seat, her shins tucked under her bum, her cleavage and most of her breasts visible to him as she leaned towards him. She reached over to his belt buckle, her nimble fingers unbuckling it unhurriedly. She took her time unzipping his pants, placing her delicate hand on his cock, which had swelled to its full potential. She wrestled to liberate it from his trousers, failing miserably, in desperation he lifted himself up, pulling the obstructions from his massive hard-on; allowing her an unadulterated view. She wrapped her hand around it tugging it in long steady strokes. She felt it awakening in her hand, becoming alive against her palm. He let out a guttural moan as she continued rubbing her hand over its girth. Just the feel of it was making her wet. "I've never had anyone make me have an orgasm from a blow job." Jason stated bluntly. Until now Amelia hadn't even thought about putting her mouth on anyone's cock, she was shocked at his claim though the challenge excited her; she knew if she were the first she would be special to him always. She had no knowledge of how it was done, so she pulled from the only similar experience she could, and began sucking the head of his dick like a lollipop. She began on the tip, playfully sweeping her soft tongue across it, tasting the smooth clean skin and his leaking essence which invited her to sample more. She twirled her tongue around the tip then slowly lowered her mouth over it to the middle, her warm saliva acting as a lubricant, allowing her to glide ever further on her descent to the base of his cock. She extracted his dick from her mouth with a languid suction, before consuming it again. She went down a little further each time, ensuring her teeth never touched him. She felt the ridge of its head against her lips with every capture or release, feeling the softness of the skin over the steel-like hardness. She was excited, her pussy radiated heat, she felt each tremble of her inner core, each spasm releasing her ambrosia causing her panties to become completely saturated. He reached down petting the heat between her legs, firmly massaging her triangle beneath the denim barrier, she purred with each stroke. She moved one foot to the floor of the car, opening her legs wider and allowing Jason access to her drenched pussy, sliding his fingers under the denim and into her panties. Amelia concentrated again on sucking his cock, it didn't take her long to catch on, she allowed her throat muscles to relax, forcing her head down faster and harder taking him deeper and deeper, to the brink of gagging. Her mouth sopping wet, hot and full, as she repeatedly rammed his cock further, making it vanish from sight as she engulfed its entirety. She clutched it firmly at the base with her hand churning it upwards to meet her humid mouth, applying various pressures between her firm grip, tight wet mouth, and licking tongue. She listened to his moans trying to determine which motion caused the most reaction from him, wanting to taste his cum, desperately wanting to make him cum, to give him pleasure, make him love her. "Good girl!" Jason breathed deeply as he watched her devour his sex. She looked up at him, watching his face and smiled coyly; she was loving it, how could she have known it would be so wonderful to unselfishly please a lover? It wasn't completely unselfish though, his fingers slid up and down in her slick pussy, touching her nubbin and driving her own excitement higher. His breathing became rapid, his incoherent moans and praises came in quick succession, he placed his hand in her hair coercing her to move faster. "I want to taste you!" Amelia panted as her enthusiasm amplified. Her motions intensified, begging him to fill her mouth completely. "Please, please, please!" she implored him. Her request was all it took to send him over the edge, his body began to spasm, his eyes closed tight, his mouth opened, allowing moans of elation to escape. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," his words were labored. She felt his muscle flex as his massive erection thundered its warning in her mouth, releasing a first pulse of salty emulsion. She tasted his essence, feeling its thick texture, demanding more. She opened her mouth awaiting her reward, his cock spasmed again and again, his thick cream covered her tongue and dripped from the sides of her mouth. She felt his cock go limp in her mouth, with a final suckle, she looked into his eyes, opened her mouth wide so he could watched as she swallowed his load in one thirsty gulp, using her fingers to gather the excess, devouring the accumulation and savoring it. She made a satisfied sigh as she ran her tongue across her lips ensuring she had not let a single drop escape her greedy taste buds. He sat silent in a motionless heap, stunned by his orgasm. His heart pounded in his chest, his cock now a lesser version lay exposed. She was in awe of his response; of her ability to give him so much pleasure. His fingers had dropped away from her aching wetness, leaving her with a faint feeling of dissatisfaction, though she didn't know why. She leaned back in the seat. "So I take it I did OK?" Her voice breaking the silence. "Wow! Seriously I am speechless, that was totally mind blowing!" He looked into her eyes, "Will you stay with me tonight?" Partially recovered from his zenith, he pulled his pants back up and buckled his belt. His face overtaken by a satisfied smile. "I don't think your mom would like that, she made it perfectly clear she didn't want me in her house." "I'll get a hotel room, come on, you have to let me return the favor. Pleeeeaaaaassseee?" "Oh, I like it when you beg." "Pretty please, with a cherry on top?" He turned his face to hers and stared at her with puppy dog eyes. "Now how could anyone say no to a face like that?" She leaned into him kissed him softly; sighed. "You know I think I may be in love with you." "I think I could live with that. You ready to go?" "Definitely!" She planted a final kiss on him before she settled back in her seat. He started the car, put it in drive, and drove them to the hotel. My Life as a Sex Addict Ch. 04 (This once again is a continuation, if you haven't read chapter 03 I suggest you do, unless you are just looking for a quick thrill, then by all means read on. I would also like to thank Teloz for his wonderful editing and for helping me so much. This story is short but it is only because chapter 05 is so long. I hope you enjoy!) Jason's car pulled into the parking lot of a nice hotel, it wasn't extravagant by any stretch of the imagination, but it certainly wasn't cheap and seedy. He instructed Amelia to wait in the car while he booked the room. After quickly pecking her cheek he climbed out of his car, briskly jogged to the main entrance, and opened the large glass door. She could see him speaking with the night clerk, gesturing with his hands as they completed the transaction. A few moments later he walked out the door victoriously waving the room key in the air, his smile broad and handsome; he giggled unable to control his glee. He got back in the car and drove to their room at the back end of the building. He made his way to her door and opened it, handing her out in his usual gentlemanly fashion, then they strolled hand and hand to the room in the cover of darkness. He slid the key in the slot, changing the light on the door from red to green; he turned the knob and opened the heavy door, revealing their rented lover's nest. It was pleasant and clean with one California King sized bed, it was by far the largest bed she had ever seen. Jason kicked the door closed behind them. Before they could even turn on the light or make it any further into the room, she lunged at him, leaping into his arms unexpectedly, her mouth hungrily devoured his, her bare legs wrapped around him, he groped her ample ass in both hands bringing her further into his body. Her hands pulled his face forcefully into hers, and they shared long lustful kisses as they struggled to make their way to the enormous bed. He laid her gently on the bed, tasting her neck, nuzzling her ear, as she moaned and writhed beneath him. He abruptly stopped. "I want to see you, all of you," he reached over, turned on the bed side lamp, and looked pleadingly at her. She got up from the bed and stood tantalizingly close to him, just a mere fingertip from his grasp. "Is this what you want?" she undid the top button of her shirt, swaying her hips in an enticing rhythm. His eyes followed her hips, he was hypnotized by her movements; mesmerized by the view. She undid the second button exposing the slight curve between her breasts, her delicate creamy flesh now made visible to him. Her fingers reached the third and final button, she lingered there a minute teasing him, she took her lower lip in her mouth and bit it seductively with her front teeth. "Do you want to see?" she wanted him to beg, she wanted to turn him into a ravenous beast, and she wanted to be his willing prey. "Yes, please, I'm begging you please," his words were mere whispers as he tried to control the urge to rip her clothes from her and throw her on the bed, before unleashing the fury of his pent up lust on her. Satisfied with her effect on him she undid the final button, let the shirt slide freely to the floor, allowing him to view her firm milky breast, her hard rosy nipples, and her soft stomach. The curves from her tiny waist to her full hips were enhanced by her extremely short shorts, they clung to her hips for dear life. Unable to wait another agonizing second, he grabbed her, pulled her into his mouth, he kissed the beauty mark just below her left breast, his mouth open; like a starved animal he sampled every inch of her torso. Amelia's hands ran across his buzz cut hair, massaging the scalp beneath, encouraging him to continue the sensuous kisses he placed upon her silken abdomen. "Do you want to see all of me?" she slowly backed away from him, again just out of reach. She began rubbing her hands across her perky breasts giving them a little squeeze, tugging gently at her pink nipples, before lowering them to her denim shorts. "I want you to beg like a good boy, You can be a good boy, can't you?" He nodded his head emphatically, " please I have to see you, I'm begging you, for the love of God please, I will do anything you want!" She treasured this game of cat and mouse, bending him to her will, the power alone was enough to awaken her sex, causing her pussy to quiver slightly, sending an exhilarating chill through her body. "You'll do anything I want? "Yes!" his desperation made his voice heavy and low. "Take off your shirt!" her words were more a command than request. He obeyed without hesitation, to reward his obedience she undid the buttons of her jean shorts, pulling them down just enough to give a view of her skin beneath her white lace panties. "Take off your pants." Again he obeyed her, taking off his dress shoes without being instructed to do so, he quickly undid his belt, he fumbled as his pants defiantly clung to him, after several clumsy attempts he kicked his legs free, and threw their now empty form on the floor. He was naked, with the exception of his boxers and socks. His massive erection caused a sizable bulge that her eyes couldn't resist noticing, as she let them peruse his nakedness. "Good boy!" she removed her shorts temptingly slow. Swaying her hips as they joined the growing pile of clothing on the floor. She stood there in her white lace panties, allowing him to watch as her hands caressed and fondled her warm creamy flesh. Her fingers crawled to the moist slit between her engorged lips, she petted it, allowing her fingers to glide across it repeatedly. She slid off her soaking panties, the gusset clinging to her wet sex until the last second as if reluctant to leave it. She sat on the dresser, propping one leg high upon it, permitting him to see her delicate finger enter her wide open slit, covering it in her hot juices. "Do you like watching me touch myself?" "Yes!" "I want to see you touch yourself. Will you be a good boy and touch yourself for me?" Jason pulled his boxers down, his throbbing cock slapping his stomach upon its release. He seized his weighty hard-on in one hand, tugging firmly in long slow strokes, as he watched her continue to pleasure herself. His tempo accelerated , his eyes never leaving her, watching her face as she became filled with lust. "I need you inside me!" Amelia had primed her sex. Seeing a man completely exposed to her, vulnerable, and serving her every desire had made her drunk on power. The pure thrill of watching him jack-off for her was more than she could stand. Watching his firm muscles flex with each stroke, seeing his chest lightly dusted in dark hair, made her yearn to fall asleep there listening to his heart. His intense brown eyes never left her body, her juices were dripping down her hands, running down her legs; now she needed to have his loaded cock inside her. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down onto the bed with him. Jason towered over her, looking into her turquoise eyes, taking her hands in his as he extended her arms above her head. They kissed deeply, as his hands explored her body, each touch causing her to react. "You feel amazing. I love your hands on me. I want you to do anything you want to me; I am completely yours," Amelia meant every word she said, she was his slave, she wanted to please him in ways he had never experienced and she wanted nothing more than for him to use her for his ultimate fantasies. He grabbed the belt from his trousers, took her hands above her head and bound them inside the cool leather belt. She felt the thick belt tighten around her wrists, a feeling not quite panic hit her, she was unable to move, as he wrapped the slack of the belt around the headboard and securely tied it. "Do you trust me?" he asked, looking down at her, he sensed the panic in her eyes, he kissed her sweetly on the forehead, "I promise I'm not going to hurt you, you trust me don't you?" "Yes, I trust you." He reached down on the floor finding her shirt, he folded it neatly, placed it over her eyes, as he lifted her head to knot it tightly in the back. Her view was obstructed but her sense of smell, touch, sound, and his presence seemed to be heightened. Her breathing became quick as the adrenaline coursed through her veins. He kissed her lips, startled, she jumped, the intensity of the suspense mixed with the brushing of his full lips caused the mere touch of his to her own to be amplified. She felt all of her senses awakening, she felt his sweet warm breath on her neck, she felt the coarse hair of his chest against the delicate skin of her heaving breasts, and felt the tips of his fingers as they traced her every curve. She loved being submissive to his every want, not knowing his next move; helpless to stop him. His tongue caused a wet trail from her neck to her left breast, he kissed it gingerly before using his strong hands to push both of her breasts together, he gorged himself on her lush breasts, sucking them savagely. Her moans became louder, as he attacked her breasts, tugging her buds with his teeth, bringing her to the edge of screaming, "Oh My God, please don't stop!" her words escaped her open mouth with ease. He silenced her by placing his fingers in her mouth, she bit down on them to contain her screams of pleasure. His enthusiastic mouth made its way to her inner thighs, he lay tender kisses on them, his mouth lapping the nectar that drenched them, his hot breath teased her desperate pussy as he switched from right to left. She moved her hips hoping to persuade him to spread the petals of her wanton slit with his tongue, but he continued his slow torture, waiting to hear her beg as he had. "Please, I want you to taste me!" "Good girl," he nuzzled his nose against her hot wet lips, spreading them, revealing the shimmering blush within. His broad velvet tongue made firm licks as it pressed against her sensitive flesh, letting his mouth capture her nubbin, drawing it from behind its curtain. She squealed with delight biting down hard on his fingers as she brought her hips up hard against his face; her legs spread open wide, giving him total access to all of her. Her juices drenched his face as he tasted her. His tongue lashed her mercilessly, making her pussy quake, her body thrust beneath him, her toes curl, and she found herself giggling uncontrollably. She was desperate to feel him inside her, completing her, she wanted him and she wanted all of him now! "I want you now! Please, I want to feel you inside me!" her words were breathless whispers of desperation. Her words combined, with the sweet scent of her heated sex, were more than enough motivation; he felt if he waited another minute he would burst. He placed delicate kisses along her stomach making his way up to her lips, they shared a sensual kiss while he undid her wrists from the belt, releasing her from the bondage; he quickly untied the blindfold and looked deeply into her eyes. "I want to see those beautiful eyes when I make love to you." He hovered above her, she felt the head of his rock hard cock slide against her, begging for entry. She felt it part her engorged lips, slide inside her; she let out a sigh as his thick tip invaded her tight hole. He eased deeper inside her with each thrust, his arms shaking as he supported his weight above her. He stopped once he was halfway in, for fear he may blow his load prematurely. She wrapped her smooth legs around his muscular back and forced him into her very depths; as she did this she lifted her pelvis up to him, they crashed into each other with brute force. They moved in perfect harmony, each thrust hitting rhythmically; the result was a sexual symphony of moans, sighs, and heavy breaths. Each of their movements were so in unison they were unable to tell where one person ended and the other began. She dug her nails into his back making angry red welts appear on his skin, he responded to her claws with hot wet kisses, the slight pain excited him, making him dive further into her slick pussy. The percussion of their bodies colliding quickened, she felt the head of his massive cock plunge into her repeatedly, causing her pussy to ache for more; bringing her ever closer to her ultimate release. Every squeeze of her rippled walls brought him closer to his own orgasm; she felt him pull her into his chest, his arms tightened around her body, his hands in her hair pulling her mouth into his "I'm going to cum, where do you want it?" "I want you to fill me up with your hot cum; I want us to cum together," she looked up at him with pleading eyes, and with one final push they were there. He exploded inside her, spreading his warm seed through her convulsing womb. They reached ecstasy together, their hearts raced, and time stopped momentarily while they each suffered their own exquisite 'little deaths'. They laid in each others arms silent, unable to move; radiating warmth from their after glow. Amelia finally broke the silence after a few moments of bliss. "Wow!" "I couldn't have said it better myself," Jason gave her a little squeeze; kissed her forehead, before falling asleep with her nestled against him. My Life as a Sex Addict Amelia, Gretchen, and Hannah proceeded to re-apply make-up, fix their hair, and prepare for their secret meeting. Quietly they maneuvered through the house to the outside shed, where the boys anxiously awaited their arrival. Nerves built in Amelia. She was a virgin and wondered if she should tell him? Would he still like her, or would he think she was too inexperienced? She decided to just go with the flow and see where the night took her. The girls made their way to a wooden shed which housed an older model car, various tools, and parts. The smell of dust, motor oil, and damp wood saturated the air. It was a cool spring night with a clear and electric sky. Amelia walked over to Kevin he leaned down to kiss her. Hours ago she hadn't been kissed and now she opened her mouth reeling in the new sensation. His kiss was pleasant, warm, and soft. Her face felt hot and flushed and she blushed when she noticed him staring at her. They made small talk and she looked over to see Hannah grabbing a 12 pack of beer. Hannah offered one to Amelia, reluctantly she took it, opened it, and tasted its bitter unpleasant warmth. They laughed at her as she scrunched her face in displeasure. They began chanting for her to chug it. Tipsy from her first drink and reeling from the days events she let go. By her third beer she felt every muscle on her bones melt away, she became relaxed and uninhibited. She felt Kevin's hand creep up from her waist to her breast, not yet fully developed, but plentiful and perky, he grabbed them firmly giving them a slight squeeze. The fire which had started burning inside her began to blaze as heat resounded within her. Kevin placed his lips to hers and she kissed him back this time with full force, offering her mouth for his pleasure. Their hands eager to explore each new discovery, squeezed, tugged, and caressed. Gretchen whispered in Amelia's ear to follow her, grabbing Amelia's hand and pulling her up a steep wooden ladder. At the top of the ladder she saw a loft with a bed, candles, and a makeshift pallet on the floor. Hannah with Joe in tow and Kevin bringing up the rear joined them within a few seconds. Amelia wondered when they had had time to do this? Was this something they had planned all along? What if she wasn't the first to be brought here? Hannah and Gretchen lay with Joe on the bed, each one taking turns kissing him and each other. Amelia watched dumbstruck, she wasn't turned off she didn't know how she felt really, but she couldn't look away. Gretchen straddled Joe as Hannah carefully took off her top and threw it to the floor. Gretchen followed suit and unclasped her bra as if to out do Hannah. As Joe's mouth found its way to Gretchen's bare breast, kissing it softly tasting the anticipation on her skin, his hands pressed against her back pulling her towards him hard. Amelia's hand moved secretly to her thigh, caressing it. She moved it inward until she was touching her pussy and she was deriving pleasure from its touch. Not wanting to leave Hannah out of the festivities Joe pulled her onto them and all three collapsed in a pile of body parts. Hannah exposed her breasts to him and he suckled her quickly. Together Hannah and Gretchen removed his shirt, tracing the entire surface of his abdomen and chest with their tongues. Following the southern path until it reached the top button of his jeans. Gretchen used her teeth to unfasten the button, while Hannah tugged at them to strip him bare. His cock was surprisingly large and thick. Amelia imagined what it would feel like in place of her hand, filling her sex to the brim. His hardness quaked with every touch and kiss the girls placed on him, and Amelia rubbed in unison with each quake it made. He lay Gretchen on the bed and removed her pink panties, revealing a soft patch of golden fleece between her legs. Once he parted the plush hair, her pink pussy was laid bare shimmering with her excitement. His mouth smirked as he buried his face in her most delicate of places. As he did this Amelia pushed her panties to one side and ran her finger in her own pussy simulating his tongue in her place. Panting with each heavenly lick her finger made. Joe's tongue sampled Gretchen's nectar as she moaned and writhed beneath him. Her hands grabbing the top of his head pulling him ever further into her, legs quivering with each stroke his velvet tongue executed. Suddenly resting atop his shoulders as he licked her juices from his face. Hannah rushed over to kiss Joe, tasting the sweetness her sister had left on his mouth. Hannah climbed on the bed and straddled the face of Gretchen who lay on the bed still quiet from her climax. Amelia reached her own utopia as a fluid gush ran from her, her body sang the praise of her nimble finger. Gretchen kissed gently at Hannah's mound of hair, parting it precisely with her flicking tongue. With long slow strokes she moved her tongue along the entrance of her sister's sacred cavern. Joe took in the unbelievable view,climbed in between Gretchen's legs her fervid sex anticipated its fulfillment. Joe took Gretchen's leg and propped it against his chest as she continued to please her sister. Amelia, transfixed on the image before her, suddenly noticed her hand was replaced by Kevin's. His long slender fingers invaded her. First one, moving at a deliberate pace, soaking in the essence she had produced with her own finger moments ago. Amelia sighed and found she was no longer able to control her own body, it moved to the rhythm of Kevin's whim. With marionette obedience her body responded to his commands. Amelia needed to touch him, to feel him, she grabbed the hardness, wild and alive beneath his jeans. She massaged it through his jeans not quite brave enough to touch its nakedness. With one swift motion Joe pushed himself inside Gretchen, her face covered with her sister's hot fragrant cunt, its juice erupting to cover her face. Joe entered Gretchen over and over at a fevered pace, deeper and deeper until he had reached her deepest depth. His hunger still not satisfied he pulled his immense erection from Gretchen. Joe grabbed a handful of Gretchen's hair in one hand and a handful of Hannah's hair in the other. He forced their lips against his member and felt them as they pulled at it with their lips and hands. Taking it into their mouths as deep as they could until it caused them to gag slightly. Each sister as anxious to taste the cream they had worked so diligently to conjure. Gretchen and Hannah continued to suck and pull at a hurried pace, desperate for his release. Each of them looking up with pleading eyes imploring him to rocket his hot load over their faces. Joe unable to hold back the eruption building within him, grabbed the base of his throbbing cock and stroked it until finally his relief was achieved. Gretchen and Hannah put their faces cheek to cheek, opened their mouths, stuck out their anxious tongues in anticipation of his orgasm. Joe exploded in a blind release of pure heaven, which covered the sweet daddy's girls that begged for it at his feet. Neither wanted to waste a single drop of his delicious milk. Gretchen licked the excess off Hannah's face, not ready to be out done Hannah forced her tongue into her sister's mouth where she retrieved her reward. Hannah opened her mouth and gave Joe a gratuitous display before she gulped it down in a single swallow. They all lay on the bed breathing heavily. Gretchen on one side, her head on Joe's heaving chest, Hannah juxtaposed listening to their breaths in harmony. Amelia still very much alive with the sensations bursting within her, was overwhelmed with the need to experience some of what she had just witnessed. She wanted that satisfied look, she wanted to feel that peace. Was that what she had been missing?