24 comments/ 30264 views/ 2 favorites The Early Years By: changingoftimes I wish to thank Stoney Lodge for his assistance in editing this and other chapters. ````````````````````````````````````` I am 63 years old, and my wife is 61. We have been married for 42 years; and Barbara was a virgin when we met; and I didn't have a lot of experience. We dated for a year before getting married and my wife-to-be at that time said fucking was out of the question before our wedding night; but she did allow me to suck on her nipples at first, and that led to my eating her pussy. There must have been a nerve that led from one to the other that made her get excited. I asked her to suck my cock one night, telling her what to do with what experienced I had from a couple of other girls. The first time I told her what I wanted was like asking for her baby that she hadn't had yet; and the next 10 times, she wouldn't allow me to cum in her mouth. Then one time I came without telling her I was on the verge and she got a good taste; and that was a big turnaround. She got a good taste of cum and she couldn't get enough. Before long, she was thinking of ways and places to blow me. In that first year of her sucking my cock, we figured she sucked and swallowed my cum approximately 400 times -- now with my 5 1/2 inch cock, she had no problem with deep-throating. When we married, we left home and headed for Colorado. She got a job as a receptionist; and I started up a small remodeling company -- something I had done since I was a young boy with my father. The business started to grow and I was having a hard time keeping up with her wanting to suck my cock every night -- to waking me up in the middle of the night -- to taking care of my morning woody. I just couldn't keep up with her! If she would have just sucked me off, let me shoot my load, that would have been okay; but she liked to drag it out for an hour or so -- "edging." I saw an opportunity to make my business grow so I hired a guy that was about 10 years older than I who had plenty of experience working by himself. I was being funny one night while my wife was draining me, telling her that I was going to bring Jerry home and let her suck his cock. She surprised me when she said she was wanting to suck another cock to see if the cum tasted different. At first I was a little shocked; but the more I thought about it, the more I thought that it might not be a bad idea. Jerry was married; but his wife had a spinal injury; and he was lucky to get a blow job once a month. But his wife meant the world to him, so that sounded like this might work out. The next evening, I asked my wife if she was serious about sucking Jerry's cock? She said she would as long as I didn't have a problem with it. At that time, my wife was 21 and Jerry was 33; and I saw how Jerry looked at her. She was 5' 7", 110 lbs, and had the cutest little ass I had ever seen. And to me, her hand-size tits were beauties with nipples that stuck out over a half an inch, making them great to suck on. As I said before they must have been linked to her pussy; because if her nipples were hard her juices were flowing. Barbara went bra-less most of time and was a pure tease that made my cock hard every time -- and still does to this day. So I'm sure they had an effect on other men as well. One day when I was working with Jerry, he told me he got lucky the night before -- his wife gave him a blow job. I wanted to get a conversation started; but I didn't realize how hard that was -- how did you ask another guy if he wanted his cock sucked by a hot looking girl 12 years younger? You already know he is going to say "yes" -- but how do you ask? But Jerry must have read my mind because he continued with, "I bet you get your cock sucked all the time from that little filly of yours." I smiled; and he said, "I knew it!" I asked him what he knew? "I bet she doesn't give you a minute of rest." I asked him why he thought that? He said that woman was born to have sex and that I was one lucky man. Well that broke the ice. I asked him if he ever had his cock sucked everyday of the week? He said when his wife was 17, she was sucking and fucking 3 different guys and that he was one of them. He said if he didn't let her have her sex, then there would have been no way he could have kept her. Then she was in a car accident, and that pretty much ended her sex life. But to answer my question, he said, "yes, my wife had my cock between her lips everyday for 5 years." I smiled again; he encouraged me to tell him why? I told him my wife sucked me so much that I couldn't keep up with her. I figured if I didn't come up with a plan she would go astray. He looked at me then he said he was more then willing to be a donor if that is what I had in mind. I smiled again and told him that was exactly what I had in mind. He asked me when could he start? I said, "why not today after work? You can shower at my place." He said, "heck yes, that will work!" So after we finished our day of work, I had him follow me home. I went in and told my wife that I hoped she was serious -- because I brought Jerry home with me. The wife had supper almost ready, so I went in and took my shower while Barbara talked to Jerry. When I came out from my shower, Jerry took his. We ate; then we went to the living room. At first nothing took place; then Jerry said, "why don't we get this started with your wife going down on you first?" I stood up, took my clothes off, and my wife keeled down in front of me and took my hard cock in her mouth. I couldn't believe it -- but 15 minutes later, I was shooting down her throat. The last thing I had thought of was how big was Jerry's cock, but when he dropped his pants, my wife and I both got to see at the same time. He was hard as a rock and about 7 inches long, and about the same thickness as mine. Now 7 inches isn't really all that big; but even as a guy, it looked good to me -- and huge compared to my 5 1/2 inches. I didn't think my wife could deep throat his cock; but she proved me wrong in about 2 minutes. Jerry grabbed her by the hair and all 7 inches slid right down; 5 minutes later, he was dumping what she later told me was double the load of cum I gave her. For the next two years, Jerry came by three to four times a week to dump three to eight loads of cum in my pretty wife's throat. The more she'd suck his cock, the more she wanted to share Jerry's taste with me. Unknown to Jerry -- and I never did tell him -- how after he left, my wife and I kissed for several minutes. I never would thought that I would be tasting another man's cum. During those two years, I figured the day would come that Jerry would want to fuck my wife or she him. I wouldn't have blamed him or her. Then one day, I could tell that Jerry had something else on his mind. He told me that the doctor said his wife should move to Arizona where the climate was better for her. I knew there was something else on his mind; but I didn't know what it was until later that evening after he shot a hot load of cum all over my wife's face. That was a first; as Barbara doesn't like wasting the white gold. I was watching TV at the time when he left. My wife walked out and straddled my legs. I saw the cum on her face; and she asked if I wanted to lick it off. And yes, I did and I loved it. After I finished, she asked me if I ever thought about a cream pie? I really wasn't sure what she meant because many times after cumming in her pussy, she would sit on my face and I would lick her clean. And then it hit me, was she talking about another man's cream? "Are you talking about someone else's cum?" She said Jerry wanted to fuck her before he left town. I asked her what had she told him. "I told him that was up to you." I asked my wife if she wanted to; she said she did, but wanted me to be there with them. I called Jerry up and asked him when would be a good time? We agreed on Saturday morning. Saturday morning, Jerry showed, and he couldn't wait for my wife to go through her warm-up ritual. He wanted to fuck her right now -- and he did. I had never been able to make my wife cum from just fucking her, so I would fuck her, then lick her beautiful pussy until she started to cum and then jumped back into the saddle. But Jerry not only made her cum once, but three times before he dumped a big load of cum in her. Then he looked at me and told me to lie down and get my cream pie. I knew one thing for sure, he did know that I like the taste of his cum, my wife must have said something. First I was pissed but when his juices did a reversal and started to flow out of Barbara's pussy and into my mouth I forgot about being pissed. Jerry spent most of the day at our place dumping 4 loads of hot cum in her pussy and 1 in her ass, which was a first for her, well other than me that is, and she loved it. I was cleaning up all the running juices and more then once my wife wanted to watch me clean Jerry's cock. Jerry finally had to go home, we showered and my wife and I slept like babies that night. The next morning I got called out for a water leak on a project so I left while my wife was in the shower. When I got to the project the plumber had already showed up and took care of the problem. So I headed home, when pulling up in my driveway I saw Jerry's pickup there. I sneaked in knowing what I was going to find. Which didn't surprise me at all, they were fucking like rabbits. Jerry was just dumping a load and he commented that I got there in time to clean up. After Jerry moved, things got quiet between my wife and me. So I just didn't say anything until she started to suck my cock more often, and then I asked her the question. She said it would be nice; but he would have to be the right person. This story is to the best of my recollection, it was our first years of years of marriage. The Early Years: Black Daddy Hello Readers. This is not a traditional story where you need to read chapter one to understand chapter two, or two to understand three. Each post can be read separately. I am simply using this system to organize my stories. ~Janet ***** I was definitely out of my element. Normally in these situations I felt confident and in control, but I had never actually been in this situation before. "Well, Janet, what are your thoughts?"
 I scrambled for an answer. "To be honest, I kind of like the idea of experiences being important, but tossing science aside seems silly."
 "Class? What do you think of this? Has Janet's simple approach captured a flaw with Existentialism? Think about it, and we will discuss this next time."
 And with that the first week ended. I was thankful that I didn't embarrass myself too badly. I have always enjoyed classes, but I wasn't a student here, and this was my first philosophy class. In fact, very few of us may be students here. Community colleges often fill summer classes with students home from their colleges, with older people looking to exercise their brains, or with students like myself -- those trying to stay ahead of the competition. Although uncertain in class, I was certainly enjoying the benefits of being a summer student. The campus was quite beautiful in the summer, and leaving class after 9PM into the warm summer air made me feel free. The drive home -- cruising down 495 with the radio blaring -- was also freeing, placing me in my own small world where anything was possible. As the class continued, I became more confident. Once feeling more normal, I took stock of my classmates. Too many took the class lightly, and some seemed forced to be there. The person who took the class most seriously, and definitely wanted to be there, was the only person who looked more out of place than I felt. Andre was quiet, and the professor almost never called on him. I wondered if it was because Andre was the only African-American in the class, or if it was because Andre was the oldest student. Andre was the oldest man in the room, actually, as he looked older than our professor. Regardless, Andre seemed engaged with the material, which I thought was pretty cool. Andre and I didn't speak to each other for the first third of the summer session. It was only when I spotted him sitting alone at a table in the library, just a few hours before our first test, that we finally spoke. "Do you mind if I join you?" "Of course not. It's Janet, right?"
 "Yes, and you're Andre?"
 "Correct. Are you also cramming for the exam?"
 "Not cramming, really, just going over notes. Want to do that together?"
 He did, so we did. For two hours we discussed class material, imagined questions that the professor might ask, and focused on the exam. As we were leaving the library Andre asked a question that I had never asked myself before, but have repeated to myself during every class I have taken since. "Is this class giving you what you need?"
 "Um, I haven't really thought about it that way. Why do you ask?"
 "It's a philosophy class, Janet. We are supposed to be thinking about life. Investing in this class means that you cannot invest in something else. The benefits of this class should outweigh its costs. You need it to, or you're wasting an opportunity."
 I was blown away by his words and responded lamely by turning the question back to him. "Is this class giving you what you need, Andre?"
 He smiled. "I'm pretty far from needing any more course credits, Janet. What I seek is stimulation, and interaction. Until you sat at the table tonight, this class had not been giving me what I need."
 With no additional words spoken, we went and took the exam. His words were re-spoken, however, in my mind all during the exam. I did OK, but my focus was elsewhere. ***** Andre and I met before class for the next few weeks. We discussed class material, mostly, but our conversations covered other topics as well. I asked the more personal questions while he focused more on personal philosophy.
For example, I discovered that he was my father's age, but instead of asking me mine, he discussed how age-itself might not be linear in the way that we normally think of it. When I made mention of racial issues, he dismissed them as focusing on tiny differences instead of celebrating similarities.
 I fell for Andre, but it wasn't because he was so clearly wrong for me. Rather, his words convinced me -- without trying -- that he was so right for me. Still, I hid my crush from him. As it turned out, he was hiding his from me.
 In early August, after our third and final exam, Andre walked me to my car.
 "I'm going to miss you, Janet."
 "We can still be friends, Andre!"
 "Maybe, but that will be a real challenge. I'm moving to California. I'll be flying out Sunday morning, I've already shipped my possessions. This class was supposed to be my goodbye to the area and to this school. As it turns out, I'll be most sad to say goodbye to you."
 I was speechless. I didn't want to say goodbye, and I definitely didn't want him to leave. When Andre saw me tear up, he bent down and kissed me. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back.
It was a beautiful kiss, slow and tender. When the moment broke, and I realized what had happened, I became nervous. With my nerves, came insecurities, and doubts. I had to leave.
 "No, Janet, don't go."
 "I have to get home, Andre, sorry."
 "Come on. Let me take you out for a drink."
 His comment was unexpected, but it did clarify his perception. He didn't know that I couldn't be served yet. I liked that, so I didn't correct him.
"No, seriously Andre, I just need to get home."
 "Look, Janet, we just had a beautiful moment, after a beautiful semester. I know that more paths cross than meet, but in a small way, we have been on the same path during this class. I'm not ready to end that walk."
 The man's mind was absolutely beautiful. His body, too, was beautiful. He was tall, on the thin side, and definitely fit. His dark features were framed with graying hair, his smile was broad and genuine, and his eyes were magical.
 "I can walk for a bit Saturday morning."
 "Great, Janet. Lets meet here at 10:00. I'll bring a picnic and we can walk around Kenoza Lake and eat in the park. How does that sound?"
 "Perfect." *****
 Saturday was a beautiful summer day, with just a few clouds to momentarily block the sun. I dressed for a walk -- I wore sneakers, jean shorts, and a tank top. I had decided that our kiss, our magical, impossibly sexy, impossibly 'wrong', kiss would be our only kiss.
 Andre was in the parking lot as I pulled up. With a giant wave, and a huge smile, we started our day. We hiked around the lake, chatted about class, about life, and about experiences. During lunch, Andre spoke about the World with profound confidence, and I loved his perspectives on people, on interactions, and on community.
 "Janet, people focus far too much on trivial issues, and ignore deeper truths."
 "What do you mean by that?"
 "Well, for example, we weren't exactly alone on the walk. Every time we passed another group of people I could see them looking at us, and not knowing what to make of our situation. They see age and color, and ignore the gentle connection between two people with similar interests."
 "That's funny! I didn't notice. Are we scandalous?!"
 We shared a laugh over that, which Andre broke with this comment.
"No, we aren't scandalous. Nothing we could do would be scandalous. We might, however, regret not doing things we could. I know I would."
 "Andre ..."
 "No, Janet, hear me out. I feel a connection with you that's stronger than any I've ever felt. We may not have a lot of time, but what time we do have could be perfect. Most people never feel perfection, I just have to believe it is in our grasp."
 Before I could get a word out, Andre kissed me again. I melted into his arms, and he was right. It felt perfect.
I broke the moment. "I'm sorry. I'm expected somewhere. I have to run."
 "Now? Are you sure?"
 "I am. I'm sorry."
 "Hey, I get that this might be too much. And if nothing else happens, I loved our two kisses, and I will cherish them forever. But I'll never forgive myself if I don't ask. Can you get away for dinner tonight?"
 "I'm not sure."
 "Fantastic! That is a hell of a lot better than no! I'm staying in room 210 at the Marriott in Andover. I'll be there all night. If you can get away, just drop by and I'll take you out."
 With that no more words were said, but we did share a sweet and gentle goodbye kiss. *****
 In my mind, I wasn't sure what to do, but I think my heart knew. I spent the rest of the afternoon fantasizing about Andre, and comparing each of his kisses to all of my previous kisses. I imagined, too, what it might be like to make love to him. At that stage, I had only been with three people -- the man who was my first, my boyfriend at that time, and another guy that I had met at a frat party.
Andre was completely different. His visual differences -- his age, his race -- set him apart from my previous lovers, but the emotional differences were far greater. Andre was a dream, he was a clear-thinking, intelligent, and kind man. And I think he loved me, and thought that we would be perfect together. Regardless of my emotions for him, the thought that I was perfect for him was intoxicating.
Around 4:00 in the afternoon, my mind finally agreed with my heart and I decided to join him. After showering, and packing my book bag, I left the house. I arrived at the Marriott around 5:00, entered through a side door, and went to the woman's room.
In a stall, I undressed. I removed all my clothing -- my tank top, my jeans, my sneakers, and my underwear. From my book bag I pulled a black, sleeveless, ribbed sweater dress. I normally wore the dress with my jeans, as it barely covered my backside. But tonight, it would stand-alone.
I exited the stall, went to the mirror, and applied my make-up. For my eyes, I wore earth tones. For my lips, I wore a glossy dark red. Looking in the mirror, I saw a confident, sexy woman staring back at me. It was my hope that Andre would feel the same way.
My heart beat loudly in my ears, but it was more than my blood pressure that made me turn red. By rushing out of the house the way I did, I forgot appropriate shoes! I had wanted to wear heels, but it wasn't to be. With sneakers on my feet, I rushed to his door hoping no one would see me as I went.
I stopped at room 210, took my sneakers off and put them in my bag, and knocked on the door.
 ***** "Yes, hello?"
 "Andre, quick, open the door."
 Andre opened the door, and stared at me as a huge smile crossed his face.
"Do you always go around barefoot?"
 "No! Just let me in."
 And he did. I walked into the room, walked into a different world, a world where only Andre and I existed.
"You look gorgeous."
He kissed me, slowly and perfectly, and I felt at home.
 "Well sweetheart, without shoes we are just going to have to order in."
And with that he kissed me again. Breaking our kiss, just momentarily, Andre said what might still be the sexiest, most provocative thing any man has ever said to me.
 "This is our perfect moment. Most people live their entire lives without perfect moments. We only have tonight so let's not detract from this moment with useless inhibitions or barriers from our love."
 He kissed me again and whispered in my ear, "no inhibitions." And I repeated it for him. And then he whispered again, "no barriers." And I repeated that as well.
Andre pulled my dress over my head, threw it to the floor, straightened my hair, and stood back and stared at me.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
 Andre smiled, turned slightly from me, and unbuttoned his shirt. He let it fall to the floor. I stared at his beautiful back. Andre unbuckled his pants, pulled the belt from them, lowered his zipper, and let his pants fall to the floor. With his back still to me, Andre stepped out of his boxers.
 My heart was racing but my focus was on him. Andre turned to face me. I stared. I'm embarrassed to say, but I stared at his penis. I didn't stare because it was big, although it was. I didn't stare because it was black, although it certainly was that too. I stared because at that stage of my life I had never seen a penis that wasn't fully hard.
 I'm not sure what Andre thought, but he laughed.
"Do you like what you see? Would you like a better look?"
And with that Andre moved closer. As we kissed, I took his penis in my hand. It was heavy, and hot, and long, and thick. It was, and this is a strange word, 'meaty'. We continued to kiss, I continued to stroke him, and he continued to harden and to thicken.
 This was the sexiest moment of my life, and I did the one thing that I felt most confident doing. I bent to a knee and took him in my mouth. I pulled him in as deeply as I could, and matching my mouth movements to those of my hand, I tried to please him. From his sounds, I assumed I was doing well.
 Andre stopped me, led me to the bed, rested supine on the mattress, and pulled me on top of him. With my knees now by his head, he pulled my weight down onto his face. As Andre tasted me for the first time, I turned my attention back to his now rock hard penis.
 My body was the first to give, and as he pushed his tongue deep inside of me I orgasmed. And then again. Having now lost my own rhythm, and no longer able to take care of him, he rolled us onto our sides, and he continued to play with my body. My body responded as if he owned it.
Then, as a final orgasm subsided, Andre repositioned and kissed me. We kissed as he rolled me to my back, then he kissed my cheek, then my neck, and finally a breast. With a breast in one hand, and a nipple between his teeth, Andre kept me on the edge of orgasm.
My body was on fire. Without warning, Andre knelt, and I looked up at him through my spread legs.
"You are gorgeous, and we are perfect."
 I felt the head of his penis press softly against me.
"No inhibitions."
I repeated his words.
"No barriers."
And as I repeated those words, he pushed into me.
Andre felt my body's resistance, and took things very slowly. With his elbows by my shoulders, his penis slowly working into my body, he whispered in my ear.
 "You can do this. You can handle this."
 I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissed him, and said that I believed him.
Our lovemaking was amazing. We shared a few quiet laughs, some deep kisses, and we found perfection. Once Andre was finally able to enter me fully, after some initial long and slow thrusts, and after I had multiple orgasms, he began in earnest.
 With progressively faster and progressively more powerful thrusts, Andre taught me a lesson about myself. When my body tells me that I have had enough, and that I can take no more, that is the point that I really begin to enjoy myself.
 Andre swallowed my final scream with a kiss, pressed deep inside me, and came. He continued thrusting, now with short thrusts deep inside me, as we kissed. Andre pulled from me, stared into my eyes, and read my emotion.
 "I love you too, Janet."
 We collapsed into each other's arms and shared a satisfied silence.
 ***** "I have to go."
 "Hell no you don't. Stay, lets share a meal."
Although I had to leave, I couldn't say no to him. Andre called room service, ordered dinner and a bottle of wine, and we chatted while we waited for it to come. When the knock on the door broke our conversation, Andre grabbed his bathrobe, and I went into the bathroom. Once the food was dropped off, and only Andre was in the room, I rejoined him.
 "Afraid to be seen with me?"
 "No!"
 "Just kidding. Now, uncover that beautiful body, and lets eat."
We ate on the floor, naked, sharing a level of comfort that I had never known. Our conversation was easy, and gentle, and sweet. But time was an issue for me, and I mentioned again that I had to go.
 "I just don't want you to go, Janet. And I don't think you want to go either. What we just experienced was magical, and I think - although I could be wrong - that I touched you in places you've never been touched before."
And with that he pressed the palm of his hand over my heart.
He was right, of course.
 "And our physical expression of that emotion? Well, Janet, that deserves a little more time. Don't you agree?"
I agreed with my eyes.
"And, babe, just look. My body is showing its need for you."
We both laughed a bit at his growing erection, but he was serious. His eyes transitioned from friendly to passionate, and his voice went from gentle to dominant. He stood, and moved towards me, as I remained on the floor with my back against the bed.
"It wasn't just the depth of your heart that I touched like no other man, was it?"
I shook my head no as he moved even closer.
 "I didn't think so. And I like it. I like it a lot. But I can reach deeper, Janet. You just have to believe you can do it. Can you do it, Janet?"
I was powerless against him.
 "I think I can."
 "No. This isn't a 'think' thing, this is a yes or no thing."
 "Yes."
 "Good girl."
 And with that he pressed the head of his penis against my lips, and gently pushed into my mouth. This was a position that I was unfamiliar with. With his hands on the bed, and his body pushing forward, his weight pushed his erection deep into my mouth.
 Using both hands to stroke him, and to keep him from going too deep, I tried to keep up. But his power and passion were more than I could control. Andre owned my mouth, but refused to cum. Instead, once he sensed that I could take no more, he pulled back, got on the bed, and pulled me to him.
 "You're wet, aren't you?"
 I was, and nodded so.
 "Come on then, get on top. Lets see what you can do!"
With my hands on his chest, my knees along his body, I curled my pelvis up along his shaft. I could feel his penis separate my lips, and when I finally reached the top, I could feel his heat at my entrance.
 I lowered myself onto him. Slowly. Rocking slightly left and right, accepting him back. Once I had him, I didn't let him go. I lifted and lowered myself only a few inches, repeatedly, until my body clenched in powerful orgasm. I collapsed onto his chest.
 "Damn girl, you like it deep, don't you?"
 He didn't wait for an answer. Instead he rolled our bodies over without pulling himself from me. "Don't worry, I won't let you down. You can do this, right?"
 "Yes."
 And with that, the mantra of our swan song was born. His 'right' followed frantically by my 'yes'.
Andre, with his body weight on me, and his hands on my ass, fucked me hard. He showed no mercy for my orgasms, just a consistent and passionate desire for his own. He retreated briefly, wrapped his elbow under my left knee, and growled.
 "Right?"
 "Yes."
 And with that he thrust back into me, but deeper somehow. My 'yeses' became less understandable, but no less loud. Andre pounded into me, quickly, deeply, and with ownership. Andre said two words.
"I'm close!"
He then thrust his other elbow under my right knee, pushed my knees toward my shoulders, and dropped all of his weight into me.
 My 'yes' was now a scream. The ratio of my experience - which had been a mixture of pleasure and pain - was now biased toward pain. But he did not stop. With long, fast, powerful thrusts he broke into my body.
He punctuated his last thrust with scream to match mine. His scream seemed to trigger my response. Unexpectedly, through my pain, an orgasm erupted to meet his. Without speaking, or retreating, he kept grinding his body into mine until long after my orgasm subsided.
 ***** We hugged and kissed for a while, but there wasn't much more to say. Andre wanted me to sleep over, but that was not possible. In fact, I had stayed too long.
It had been 3 years since I had last had simultaneous orgasms with a partner. And I knew that the similarities between the two lovers was more important to my response than their differences. The Early Years: Black Daddy But Andre was a better teacher. He taught me many lessons about myself, and the way my body responds to the World. I never saw Andre again, but I have tried to find the experience of Andre through other lovers. How else can you repay the man that showed you that a perfect moment is more valuable than a lifetime of perfect dreams? The Early Years: Frat Party Hello Readers. This is not a traditional story where you need to read chapter one to understand chapter two. Each post can be read separately. I am simply using this system to organize my stories. ~Janet --------------- "Oh forget that, I don't want to go to her party."
 "Why not?"
 "Um ... she's a bitch! Anyway, I'm just going to crash. Tomorrow is a big day."
 "For me too. I hate these curfews, babe, but tomorrow is a big game. I'll be looking for you."
 "I won't be hard to find. G'night."
And with that I hung up. I paused for a moment to think of him. My boyfriend is older than me, and plays tight end on our football team. During the fall, he has curfews on Friday nights. I know he hates this. Secretly, I enjoy it. I enjoy it because sometimes on curfew nights, I go out. And when I do, I go alone.
 I don't fear being on my own, mostly because don't fear men. I understand that many of them are 'goal' oriented, but if you share that goal, then men can be very, very sweet. For me, going out alone usually means going to a frat party at Merrimack College. It dawned on me that I had been completely honest on the phone. I didn't want to go to that party, the girl hosting it *is* a bitch, and I am planning to crash -- a frat party at Merrimack. Although completely honest, I might have been just a tiny bid misleading. But just thinking about it -- just the possibility of hitting the frat party -- was too exciting to let me sleep anyway. These parties can be so much fun! I'd been to three so far. The guys tend to be pretty crazy -- and very friendly. Not that things have gotten crazy -- they haven't -- I have been three times and only twice have I left with anyone. And even those times were tame, ending with kisses and nothing more. Of course, I do kind of set it up that way. I have found that it is best to be upfront about having a boyfriend. Most guys are cool with that. And to be honest, the guys that aren't cool with it either don't matter (that is, they are unattractive) or are excused (that is, they are attractive). I usually hope to run into one or two guys that can be excused. Phi Kappa Theta was hosting the party, and I just hoped that none of the sorority girls would be a problem. Seriously, I have way more trouble with the girls than with the guys. The guys ask if you want a beer, the girls ask for details, like, for example, if you go to Merrimack! And if you lie, which I do, you better be convincing. So here are my 'lies'. (I put lies in quotes become some are true, but misleading.) I'm a sophomore, live off campus, and am considering majoring in biology. I am taking Bio 1027 -- part 1 of the intro course -- a year late and like everyone in the class, I hate it. But it is necessary if I want to go to medical school, which I do, so ... by that time I've usually lost anyone who cared to ask in the first place. I practiced these lies as I got ready. It was one of those perfect October nights, when a harvest moon rises during an Indian summer. The weather was warm, the night alive with light from the moon. There was no way I could stay in, but you might have been able to convince me to forgo the party for a long walk in the woods. There was, however, no one to entice me into the forest. I decided to dress casually, but I purposely tried to be hard to categorize. I wore a short blue jean skirt, a tight, light blue tank top, a black denim jacket, and a pair of black combat boots. I braided my blonde hair into pigtails, applied light blue eye shadow (with a hint of glitter), and wore a thick coat of high gloss pink lipstick. The look was good for me -- but I wouldn't want to be seen by any of my friends! The boots brought me a little closer to 5'6", the tank top -- playing peek-a-boo beneath my jacket -- showed off my breasts, and the combination pigtails and lipstick always attracts attention. No, I wouldn't want my friends to see me, but I definitely wanted to be seen!
 I left the house quietly and enjoyed the short trip to the college. By the time I had arrived the party was in full swing. I met a few people that were also going, so we went as a group. None of us were 21, so we avoided the ID checker and invaded the party from the rear. Once inside, I quickly lost my new friends and was quickly discovered by even newer friends.
The party was loud, the beer flowed, and everyone was having a great time. I had only two light beers, as I like to remember events. And I definitely wanted to remember my conversation with Lee! He introduced himself to me early, and seemed cool with the idea that I had a boyfriend. I was, in my way, very honest with him. I told him I was a sophomore and didn't get out to many parties, which was very true. He was a senior, played basketball, and, in addition to being drop-dead gorgeous, was a very, very funny guy.
 He joked about our differences (sophomore vs. senior, blonde vs. brown hair, 5'5" vs. 6'8", curvy vs. lanky), but it was our similarities that were more interesting: we liked the same kind of music, laughed at the same kind of jokes, we even preferred the outdoors to being inside. It was this last similarity that he pounced on.
 "Would you like to go for a walk?"
 "Ya! What did it take you, like, a million years to ask me?!"
 "Well, you said you had a boyfriend. I didn't know if it's cool."
 "It's cool. We're just friends, right? Anyway, we can stay in the shadows so no one sees us!"
 He laughed at my suggestion, but seemed to take it pretty seriously. We walked all around campus. We passed the Ash Center, the Volpe Complex, the Rogers Center, and so many other places. The fall is a great time to walk outdoors -- the leave crunch under your feet, and blow around your ankles. Each step seems to release the scent of the Earth.
 Time passed too quickly, but still it passed.
"Hey Lee, I gotta head home."
"Yea, I figured. Can I walk you?"
"You can walk me part way!"
And he did. In a roundabout way, we walked toward Elm Street. We passed the campus center and made our way toward the health center. And there, near the bushes at the edge of campus, I planned to say goodbye. Just before I did, I noticed, in the shadows, a picnic table. I ran toward it, and Lee followed.
I stood on the bench. "Check it out, I'm taller than you!"
"No, you're not." And as he walked closer he was proven correct. Even on the perch, he was taller than me. We shared a very short, quiet moment. Lee stood close, our eyes were fixed on each other. I broke the silence with a kiss. I hadn't expected to, but I couldn't do anything else -- I don't know why.
"You ok with that?" He asked.
"Definitely." I replied. And Lee moved back in. He kissed me hard and deep. I hardly noticed my jacket sliding off my shoulders, and when I did, I didn't resist. I didn't resist his hands on my ass, or on the sides of my breasts. I didn't resist when he held me close, and I didn't resist when he rocked our bodies together.
 And he didn't resist when I broke our embrace to sit on the bench, my face now inches from his jeans. He held one of my pigtails while making not so subtle rocking motions with his hips. My heart was racing, this was an absolutely perfect moment, and my mind was full of questions. Inappropriate questions. Personal questions. Dirty one. Ones with answers he would let me discover for myself.
 I was curious about his size, given how tall he was. I reached for his zipper, and he reached for my other pigtail. I pulled his zipper down, unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his waistband. I pulled his jeans and his boxers from his hips, and watched as his penis sprung forward and upward. I expected him to be long, which he was, but I was surprised that he was so thick, when his body was so lanky.
 "No one can know, right?"
 When his head slid into my mouth he either said "right" or he gasped. I was happy with either answer. The entire moment was very sexy. From the corner of my eye I could see a shadow of myself, a shadow made by moonlight, pulling my head away from his body and then pushing back down. I loved the scene! I was totally turned on by the idea that I was somehow spying on myself, or maybe spying on someone else, or even maybe being spied upon! Regardless, being able to watch the shadow of my movements was a huge turn on, and it made me want to be ... amazing. I grasped him firmly, and used the pace of my stroke to direct my mouth. I took as much of him in as possible, and then pulled back rapidly until only the tip of his head was pressed between my lips, and then I'd push back down. His moans were telling, if quiet, and what I could not infer from his sounds I understood by his hips. As he rocked forward more quickly, I worked to counter his movements. Together we hit perfection, and in that moment, he released into me. I accepted him fully.
 The night for me could have ended then, and I would not have been disappointed. It was an amazing moment, shared with an amazing man. Lee, however, wanted the night to continue.
 "Your turn."
 Those two words led to another string of loving behaviors. Lee pulled me up from my perch, and laid me down on top of the picnic table. I let him remove my panties, and then gave my body over to his mouth. I rested my boots over his shoulders, and he rested his tongue on my body. Lee ran his tongue up and down my legs, coming close, but not touching, or tasting, my wetness. Slowly, almost too slowly, he made his way upward. When he finally ran his tongue across my clit I jumped, and when I jumped he began to probe. His teasing, and his pleasing, were too much for me, and when I caught a glimpse of our moon-shadows, intimately entwined, I exploded.
 Lee didn't stop there, as he now stood. With my left calf against his chest, and my right hip angling toward the darkness, Lee had complete access to my body. And he took it! He stroked my clit with his right thumb and inserted his left into me. His thumbs worked in concert, as he brought me back to ecstasy. "Think you can handle more?" He whispered from between my legs. I had barely replied, honestly, that I wasn't sure, when I felt him enter me. With his thumb still rubbing me, Lee pushed into my body. I did not stop him. And when he met no resistance, he began to make love to me, and when he recognized my pleasure, he fucked me. The moment is burnt into my memory. I watched our moon-shadows, mine barely visible on the top of the table, his perpendicular to mine, rapidly driving forward and pulling back.
Between quiet gasps, I begged. "Be careful." And he was. I was close when he pulled from me and came on my tank top. Pulling up onto my elbows, I could see a few small pools of cum on my belly. The beauty, however, was his penis in the moonlight. His penis, still hard, had two distinct threads of cum spanning its length, and the head appeared to be cum-covered. He looked at me, smiled down upon me, and began stroking my clit some more. My body responded quickly, and just before I exploded, with our eyes locked on each other's, he thrust his penis back into me. I screamed as my body erupted with orgasm, and he showed me no mercy. With long powerful thrusts, and constant thumb action, my body exploded repeatedly. Eventually, my body exhausted, and when it did, Lee -- still deep within me -- bent forward, and in doing so, lifted my knee toward my shoulder. "You're beautiful."
It was a perfect moment. Afterward, we dressed, but chose not to clutter the moment with words. Together, we walked toward the road. I said I had to leave him now, and make my way home on my own. He looked disappointed, but he understood. I waited, though, to kiss him. You should always be kind to your memories, and Lee would now have to be just that. The Early Years: My First I am more curious than fearful. I have been this way as long as I remember, and this trait extends into all aspects of my life. Because of my sexual curiosity, my first time was different than most. In fact, my first serious boyfriend was only in the picture because my best friend bragged about having oral sex with her boyfriend. So I got a boyfriend and tried it too. And I liked it; I liked it right away. I never found it creepy, or gross, or a chore. I still love the feel of a man in my mouth. I liked practicing then, and I like practicing now. That's really how this story starts: an opportunity to practice led to perfection. ***** On weekends I checked coats for functions at the local country club. It was a very easy, very boring job. I learned quickly that if you dressed right and flirted, you got better tips. I liked money and attention, so this was a great job for me. 

 I was shorter and thinner back then -- about 5'4" and 110 pounds. I kept my hair as light as possible, so I was very blonde. I wore my favorite halter dress -- a cobalt blue, crushed velvet party dress. The dress hugged my body, and because of the job, padded my purse. I wore pumps to match both my jewelry -- a black onyx pendant necklace and earrings -- and my eye makeup. My glossy pink lipstick might have seemed slightly out of place, but it made me feel sexy. And feeling sexy was very important to me. Andrew was not feeling sexy. He was in the wedding party, and looked ridiculous in a white tux and pink shirt. He knew it -- and it was the first thing he said to me. "I look like an idiot," he said. I agreed, but let him off the hook. "You look perfect for what you're supposed to do." And that was the start of our conversation. He was from out of town and was just here for his college buddy's wedding. He was smart, and he was funny, but best of all, he watched me. He watched me even while he danced. Not his partner, no, he watched me. I loved being watched. And he was gorgeous. He was tall, muscular, and dark. He had black hair and blue eyes, and just the most beautiful voice you could imagine. A definite hottie! Eventually he asked if I got any breaks, and if I did, if I wanted to go for a walk. "Yes!" I told him. "I get two 15-minute breaks -- one at 8:30 and another at 11:00, and I'd love to walk with you!" I asked to meet me out back at 8:30. He had to meet me, instead of escorting me, because I was not supposed to hang out with the guests. I broke the silence as he approached. "You should know -- I have a boyfriend ..." "I don't care about your boyfriend." He took me by the hand and led me toward the golf course. When we hit the shadows, and were no longer visible from the club, he kissed me. He was strong, confident, perfect, and easily the best kisser I had ever been with. His hands were strong on my back and I melted into him. He pulled my body tight to his, never stopped kissing me, and rocked firmly enough so that I could feel him through his tux. My heart was racing, I wanted to stay, but 15 minutes had passed. I had to run back, but before I left he made me promise to meet him in this spot at exactly 11. I promised. 135 minutes seemed like an eternity! But Andrew kept looking and smiling at me from across the room, and I kept counting the minutes. And I planned, very carefully, my next break. Andrew left the room before me, and I left at exactly 11:00. By 11:02 we were together kissing, and by 11:03 I had taken his zipper into my hand. He needed no additional invitation, and with his hands on my shoulders, he pushed me to my knees. This was the first time that I knelt in front of a lover, my previous experiences all being on the bed at my boyfriend's house. It was impossibly sexy! And almost comfortable -- emotionally. I pulled his zipper down, he pulled his penis out, and I took him in.
 I've spent many years trying to recapture that excitement! With few minutes available and with a cold breeze from the golf course, I became the most important person in the world to an older, very sexy man. That feeling of importance, I believe, is why I still like being on my knees. He was hot, hard, and slightly bigger than my boyfriend. I had one hand wrapped around him, and kept the rest of him firmly in my mouth. Within moments, however, he took charge. He held on to my head and thrust -- rapidly and deeply -- in and out of my mouth. I won't romanticize this: Andrew fucked my mouth, and I did my best to keep up with him. He told me when he was going to cum, and held me tight to him so I could -- so that I had to -- take it all. And I did, and I loved it. After swallowing, I actually thanked him. I was late so I had to run back to work, but he wouldn't let me go. "You have to meet me again -- tonight." I told him I couldn't stay late, that my boyfriend would pick me up at 1:00, but that I could meet at 12:30 for a few minutes. "I need proof. Give me your panties." I was a little shocked that he asked, but I took them off and gave them to him.
I didn't expect it, but giving him my panties was so exciting that it was all I could think about while handing back coats and waiting for the night to end. Of course, it didn't help that he kept smiling at me while tapping his pocket! At 12:30 we met again. Andrew kissed me hard, took his ugly white coat off, placed it on the ground, and then positioned me on it. "Now its your turn," were the only words he spoke. He pushed my legs apart and moved his face between them. I still get chills thinking about that first, long, slow trip his tongue took from my entrance to my clit. He was masterful, he toyed with my body, and brought me to the first orgasm I experienced while receiving oral sex. I was in a blissful trance as he slid up to kiss me. And then it happened. He had pushed down his pants, and was rubbing his hard, hot, perfect penis through my heat. He paused momentarily when our Worlds aligned, and then pushed his head into my body. He never stopped kissing me, and I never stopped him. I had expected it to hurt more, but it didn't. It was amazing. He took it slow at first. And I felt so much of him in me. So fucking sexy -- I felt so fucking sexy. And then it got better. He began to thrust more quickly, and I began to meet his thrusts with my own. By the end he was attacking my body and I responded to that power. We came together -- me biting his shoulder and him, deep inside me, with a grunt. ***** So there it is -- my first time. There is nothing romantic about how it went from there. I was late. I had to rush off to the bathroom and change before getting into the car. Andrew and I didn't exchange numbers. And I didn't experience a simultaneous orgasm again for 3 years. The Early Years Pt. 01 When I first married Rob we were both wild for each other, we were unbelievably in love and had eyes only for each other. We experimented with sex, attacking each other in the most unlikely locations, and Rob got his cock into all my possible orifices. We were in heaven. Unfortunately, after a couple of years, life started to get in the way. Our jobs were stressful, our free time was short, Rob was tired most of the time, and therefore not very interested in sex with me. Also, he stopped being adventurous, he would climb on top of me on a Saturday night, usually a bit drunk, fuck me hard for four or five minutes, cum inside me, then roll off and go to sleep. Sometimes I would cum, but mostly I would be left frustrated. I would have to get one of my vibrators out and look after myself in the bathroom. I was getting more and more annoyed and depressed. But then something happened which changed everything. It was summer and a lovely day, so we went to Stratford on Avon and took a picnic. We went with Rob's friend Tom, and his boring wife Val. Tom was a guy I always had time for. He was good looking, funny, a bit childish sometimes, but always interesting, and he definitely fancied me. He was always flirting, trying to touch me inappropriately, and trying to look up my skirt. On that trip I was really happy to see him, his attention was just what I longed for. We had our picnic, on the grass beside the river, with the famous theatre on the opposite bank, and after the sandwiches and wine, we all fancied an ice cream, so Val volunteered to go to the ice cream van and buy them. Clearly she couldn't carry four ice creams back on her own. Tom just looked away, so Rob volunteered to go. As they walked away across the park I noticed Tom looking up my skirt. He was sitting on the opposite side of the picnic blanket, and I guessed he could just about see my panties. "Enjoying the view Tom?" I asked. "I am, I love the colour, the yellow is so bright and summery." Normally I would close my legs together in this situation and say something like 'the show's over', but instead I opened my legs a little wider and said "is that better?" "Beautiful." He replied. He slid across the blanket so he was sitting next to me, and put his hand on my raised knee. He started to slide his hand down the inside of my thigh, careful to leave my dress in place so no one could see what was happening, and were looking into each other's eyes, with no more than an inch separating our lips. Inch by inch his hand approached my moistening pussy. Our faces moved closer together and finally our lips met. He was so gentle, so sensual, so seductive, but his hand had stopped at the top of my leg. My pussy could feel the warmth of his fingers, but he just stroked the sweet spot on the inside of my thigh just short of my sex. "Are you teasing me Tom?" I asked. "Ask for it." He demanded. "Please Tom." "Please what?" "Please touch my pussy." I begged. Tom's fingers moved onto my bright yellow panties. He moved them gently and slowly up and down the line of my slit. It felt wonderful. We kissed again, but I had the additional pleasure of his fingers playing over my clit. I felt him pull the gusset of my panties aside and start to rub up and down my very excited pussy lips, then he started to push his fingers inside me, I wanted him so much, his kissing was so sensual and exciting, he had fingers inside me, and his thumb was flicking my clit. "I'm afraid we have to stop, I spy two people carrying ice creams." He warned me. Tom's fingers left my pussy, replacing my knickers in their proper place, and his lips left mine. I felt devastated, bereft, and deserted, but also excited. I was thinking that I should arrange for Tom to fuck me, I knew that he wanted to, and I was thinking that being the faithful wife might not be for me. Perhaps the hot wife, or the slut wife might be more my thing. Tom licked his fingers to get rid of my sex scent, or perhaps to enjoy it. We only had moments before Rob and Val would arrive back with the silly ice creams. "We have unfinished business here," Tom pronounced, "are you going to let me fuck you?" "God yes, I want you so much!" "I'll ring you next week, ok?" He asked. "I can't wait!" I replied. "What have you two been up to while we were away?" Val demanded. "Having sex on the grass in front of everyone." Tom joked. Rob laughed, but Val didn't. I concluded that Tom had history on the subject of infidelity, which didn't put me off him at all, in fact the idea excited me. Tom moved back to his original position opposite me, so, as I took the ice cream from Rob's hand, I readjusted my legs so that Tom could see my yellow panties again. He smiled and winked at me and Val looked cross. I didn't hear from Tom until Wednesday lunch time. "Hi Sexy," he said, "when do I get to fuck you?" "Well, Rob is away tomorrow night, up in Yorkshire, if you can find an excuse to get away." I told him. "I'm sure I can think of something, I'll be there at about seven, so we can be in bed by five past, ok?" He told me. "I can't wait." I replied. The following morning I kissed Rob goodbye, telling him to be good, whilst thinking about Tom, and how much I was looking forward to him fucking me. The day dragged by slowly, as my brain raced, and my excitement grew, but eventually it was time to go home and get ready. For the whole of the thirty minute drive home I was wrestling with the big question of the day, that is, what should I wear? I was tempted to wear nothing at all, but would that be too brash? I could have chosen just a short skirt and tight top, but that seemed a bit boring. So finally I sort of went back to my first idea, that is, naked, but I put on plenty of make up, put lipstick on my nipples, and wore high heels. Surprisingly Tom was on time, so I didn't have to suffer through endless minutes of repeatedly looking at the clock. "Wow, you look fantastic!" Were his first words. "Thank you kind sir," I replied, " I didn't want you to have to waste time getting me out of my clothes." "Good thinking." Tom replied, whilst turning me around to face the back of the sofa. He put his left hand on my neck and pushed forwards and down, leaving me no option but to support myself by putting both hands on the sofa back. I heard his zip go down and his trousers drop to the floor, then one of his feet was between my shoes, sliding them apart, and a hand was exploring my pussy. I felt the head of his cock pressing on the entrance to my moist vagina, and then with a hard thrust, he was all the way in. Without pausing, he hammered in and out of my sex at a furious pace, and I loved every moment of it. I was being fucked, and fucked hard, there was no romance, no foreplay, just hard fucking. "I'm going to cum!" I shouted, as he continued his onslaught. I didn't have to cajole my orgasm into being, it was suddenly just arriving, out of my control, unstoppable. "Oh God, Yes! Yes! Yes!" I screamed as I went crashing over the edge. Tom kept pounding as my orgasm rolled through me, then slowed down as my convulsions lessened. Until he was completely stopped, but still erect and inside me, filling me with his unsatisfied male organ. "That was a good start," he said, "what shall we do next?" "What do you want to do?" I asked, innocently. "Well, there's a very inviting little brown entrance right in front of me, I thought I might try that." "You'll have to be a lot more gentle if you want to go in by that entrance." I insisted. He didn't answer, or pause, he just pulled himself out of my pussy, and pushed his hard cock at my rear entrance. I tried my best to relax my sphincter, and suddenly, with an incongruous popping sound, the head was in. "Now take it nice and slow, I'm tight down there." I instructed. I shouldn't have wasted my breath, he pushed in forcibly, and then started fucking me, almost as hard as he had fucked my much more compliant vagina. I could tell by the way he was breathing that he was close to cumming, and I have to confess to a certain guilty pleasure over what he was doing to me, it was really kinky, and I love kinky, and in moments he came, squirting his hot sticky goo deep inside me. He quickly pulled out and went to the bathroom to wash his soiled cock. He was a man of few words. "Put a dress or something on babe, we're going to a party." He announced, without preamble. "Oh, really, what sort of party?" I asked, a bit irritated, I thought it would be just him and me for the evening. "Just a party, jump to." I opened the drawer I kept my thongs in, but he was onto me straight away. "No underwear, just a dress, ok?" "Oh, ok, if you insist." I conceded. "I do." So I grabbed a very short dress out of my wardrobe, slipped it over my my head and tottered out behind him in my stupidly high heels, wishing fervently that I'd chosen a longer dress. I could feel his cum seeping out of my ass and down the backs of my legs, and my own arousal juices were oozing out of my pussy and encountering the cool night air. The seats in his car were cold leather, and I felt our mixed juices puddling underneath me. I had pulled my dress up a bit, to avoid getting it wet, and I felt very slutty, sitting in the gooey mess. After about ten silent minutes we pulled up outside a modern, mews style, townhouse in London's docklands. Tom got out and walked round to my door and opened it like a true gentleman, but that impression was totally ruined when he stared between my legs as I climbed out of the car. I could hear that the party was in full swing, as loud music was playing and there were flashing lights from behind the curtains. Tom knocked sharply on the door, which was opened almost immediately, by a young man of about the same age as Tom and me. He ushered me into the lounge and what I found there made my heart pound. The entire party seemed to consist of three young guys, plus Tom. For a second I thought that maybe there were more people coming later, but really I knew that wasn't true. "Guys, this is the woman I was telling you about. I've already fucked her pussy and arse, so you needn't worry about her being reluctant, she's gagging for it." Tom announced, chuckling as he pushed me into the centre of the room. I looked at the guys who were watching me with unconcealed lust in their eyes and I was terrified and excited in equal measure. "Tom, come on, is this a joke? I'm not going to fuck three guys!" I whined, not sure whether I wanted to get out of it, or wanted to be forced into it, either way, I didn't want to decide. "Yes you are. We've all taken Viagra, so you're in for a long night of fucking. Guys, get Sally a drink and let's get that dress off her." Tom ordered. One of the guys walked off towards the kitchen, while the other two closed in on either side of me, reaching out their hands towards my dress. At that moment I accepted my fate. As their hands grasped the hem of my very short dress, I began to get excited, and by the time the dress was over my head and off completely, I was getting very excited. "Shit Tom, she's gorgeous!" One of them exclaimed. "Can we really all fuck her as many times as we want?" The other asked. "Yes you can," Tom reassured them, "can't they Sally?" "Yes Tom, they can." I replied, as my nipples hardened from my arousal, and my pussy tingled and became even more moist. "Here's your drink Sally." The third guy told me, offering me a large glass of sparkling wine. I accepted the drink and started gulping it down. Within seconds the glass was empty. "More!" I demanded. "Sally, I apologise, where are my manners, let me introduce everyone, this is Steve." Tom pointed at Steve. "This is Craig," he continued, "and the one with the glass of Prosecco in his hand is Adam." I accepted the second large glass of fizz, but drank it a little more slowly. The situation was quite weird. I was standing naked except for my stupid high heels, and I was surrounded by four horny young guys who were planning to fuck me senseless, and I couldn't have been happier or more excited. "Ok Tom," I seized the initiative, "what happens now?" "Adam, why don't you give Sally a nice welcoming kiss, Craig, you stand behind her and fondle her breasts, and Steve, you get your fingers into her pussy. I'm going to get myself a drink." Tom instructed. Adam opened his arms to embrace me, and his lips closed in on mine, as I anticipated the first touch from this attractive young man. His lips were soft and gentle and he smelt of a very pleasant after shave, and I revelled in the sensation of his rough clothes against my naked, sensitive skin. I settled into enjoying Adam's sensuous kissing, and I felt Craig's jean's buckle cold against my exposed back, then the roughness of his jeans on my buttocks. Hisarms slipped round either side of my breasts and his warm hands replaced Adam's rough shirt on my breasts. His soft gentle hands caressed me then homed in on my erect nipples, squeezing and massaging them, before returning to caress my entire breasts. Adam's beautiful kissing continued giving me sensual pleasure, as I felt a hesitant hand sliding up the inside of my right leg, slithering through my arousal juices, finally reaching it's destination of my wet, aroused, available pussy. The trio of lovers were giving me such a plethora of exciting sensations, that my arousal was soaring from very excited, quickly towards a mind blowing orgasm. I didn't need to do anything, the guys were doing everything I could possibly want, except perhaps for a big cock filling my vagina, but Steve's fingers were doing a great job, filling my pussy while his thumb was massaging my erect clit. "I'm going to cum guys," I announced, pulling away from Adam's demanding lips for a moment, "don't you dare stop what you are doing! Adam resumed his kissing, and then I was over the edge and cumming hard. The orgasm overwhelmed me, my legs turned to jelly and couldn't support me, but my three wonderful lovers held me up. I felt waves of pleasure running again and again throughout my entire body, all of me was climaxing, and my lovers never diverged from their assigned tasks, which kept my climaxes ebbing and flowing like the sea. "Oh my beautiful, wonderful lovers, you're going to have to stop, I haven't got the energy to keep on cumming like this." I told them, and even as I said the words, another climax surged through my vagina, making me cry out in ecstasy. Finally they pulled away, slowly lowering me to the ground, as my legs definitely wouldn't or couldn't support me. I looked up at them, feeling adoration, gratitude and humility. They all had erections making tents in there jeans, and I raised a quivering hand and stroked them in turn. "I am totally yours guys, do anything you want with me, be rough, be gentle, but above all be selfish, that was the best sex I've ever had in my life and you deserve a reward for giving me so much pleasure." My little speech spurred them into action and they all stripped as fast as they could, just throwing their clothes to intermingle on the floor. While the guys were stripping Tom gently picked me up and carried me upstairs to a bedroom, where he gently lay me down on the bed. Within seconds the three guys burst into the room, and it was Adam who climbed onto the bed between my legs, and thrust his hard cock inside my pussy. He didn't have time to start fucking me before I felt hands on my body, forcefully rolling Adam and me onto our sides. I felt the weight of someone on the bed behind me, and then a finger rubbing lube into my arse. I felt strangely serene, accepting, content to let the horny men use my body for their pleasure. Adam started to fuck me slowly and gently, as I felt pressure on my small brown hole for the second time that day. My serene state, plus the lube, made that second entry into my rear, much less painful. So then I had two men inside me, pumping in and out, using my orifices for their own pleasure. They each set up their own rhythms, so the phases varied as they went along, sometimes they were in sync, both filling me at the same time, sometimes they were in opposite sync, one in while the other was out, but most of the time they were not in any sync at all, giving me a complete mix of sensations. All of the feelings in my lower body were wonderful and I floated on a sea of increasing arousal. I couldn't believe that I could possibly cum again, but the feelings inside me suggested that I might. There was a lot of movement on the bed near the back of my head, and suddenly Steve was sitting on the pillows just above Adam's head, and also Craig's I assumed, although I couldn't actually see. Steve grabbed my hair and pulled my head back hard, forcing my mouth open. He placed his cock inside my mouth and tried to thrust in and out, but from his position he couldn't really move. I closed my mouth and started swirling my lips and tongue all over the head of his cock. "Oh wow Sally, that's brilliant, you really are a star cocksucker," Steve told me, which I assumed was a compliment, "I'm gonna fill your mouth with cum you horny bitch, fuck her harder guys!" Craig and Adam responded to his call by pounding me even harder, which was wonderful, so I rewarded Steve with even more frantic cocksucking. Soon we were all getting close to cumming, and although I can't claim we all orgasmed in unison it was a pretty close run thing. After that session, things became a bit of a blur, I know I had a lot more wine, I sort of remember Tom fucking me missionary style. The next thing I remember is waking up sleeping between Craig and Adam. Adam woke first. "Hi sleepy," I greeted him, "if you want to fuck me you should jump in quick as there'll probably be a queue." Adam wasted no time, he rolled on top of me and slipped his already hard cock into my pussy, which was feeling rather tender. My arse felt much worse though, and my jaw ached and I felt a bit sick from all the cum I had swallowed, so it would have to be strictly missionary position fucking for all of them that morning, hence the queue. All four guys got a turn in my increasingly sore pussy, none of them made me cum, I was totally sated from the night before, but it felt good to be used in that way. The only one of the four guys I've met since that night is Tom, and I haven't told any of my subsequent boyfriends or my husband about the night I was gang fucked by four men. Tom has never referred to it, probably because his rather prim wife wouldn't see the funny side if she found out what he did, but we often exchange looks, and I wonder if it might happen again one day.