29 comments/ 100159 views/ 13 favorites My Sexual Awakening By: angel_69 I have never done anything like this before and I am nervous in even writing this. However, I would be doing myself an injustice by not telling this story because it marked the beginning of my independence and sexual awakening. I am a 49 year old woman, divorced with one daughter. My daughter was born when I was sixteen and I dropped out of high school when she was born. I did go back and get a degree when she was a year old. I went through several jobs before I became a nurse when she was ten. I married the father of my daughter when I turned eighteen and remained married to him until 1998. It had long been a marriage devoid of passion and love. Hell, I don't even think there was the least bit of respect in the relationship. I married him not out of my feelings for him but because I thought my daughter should have a father, her true father. In the summer of 1998, when I was 39, I discovered something I had never known before and it gave me the drive and desire to seek out more than I was at that point. Strangely enough I owe it to my daughter's ex-boyfriend. They began dating long in their senior year of high school. I chided her on the choice to engage in a long distance relationship; especially with someone from a military town. I never gave the boyfriend, John, the benefit of a doubt and had been extremely hard on him from the moment we met during Christmas of 1993. I personally ruined their New Year's by directly involving myself in their plans throughout his entire stay. My reasoning for this was to make sure that my daughter was able to graduate high school, college, and get a damn good job without the drama and complications that I had endured. I was critical of any relationship she was in with any boy, but her relationship with John was especially so. Her relationships tended to be very shallow and short-lasting. For her to find a focused interest in this young man, especially several states away, struck me as both odd and inappropriate. From the moment they started dating, she began to talk about things like marriage and children. It worried me that despite everything I had done to discourage this line of thinking; it was the only line of thinking she was following. After high school, I tried my best to break them up and in her freshmen year I had succeeded by early October, but watched them get back together over the next four years several times. She could never get him very far off her mind and he seemed able to possess her entirely in a way that confused and frustrated me. It was beyond my understanding at that point in my lif, but having experienced him myself I now completely understand. My Beth craved him, mostly sexual, as I would later find out, and every relationship she had between going back to him found her restless and frustrated. Believe me, I understand sexual frustration, I had never had an orgasm during intercouse and definitely never with my husband. She would graduate from the University of Tennessee and he became a manager for a fast food restaurant. He received a transfer to a small town in Virginia and my daughter would follow him, getting a job as a counselor for "troubled" children. I ignored him during her graduation ceremony and made fun of him behind his back. I even did this in front of my daughter, which I now regret. I was not aware that she had moved there to live with him until thie singular, fateful day in August of 1998, of which I am writing. I guess I was naïve enough to think that she got her own place to live. She never told me certain aspects of her job and I found them out that very day as well. My husband and I were supposed to travel to Virginia to spend the week with her. My husband had something come up and had to cancel the trip. He was constantly doing things like this, making plans and then backing out. Especially when they involved me. I figured even if he hasn't going, it would be worth it. I needed to get away from him and his attitude, Plus, I got to see my Beth. I was strongly determined to visit her, especially with John so close to her. She had given us her address months prior to this to send her the rest of her belongings. I figured that I would show up at her apartment and surprise her. I never expected to experience what I did. First, I pulled up to her apartment. Number one, it really wasn't an apartment. It was an old plantation-styled house split into several so-called apartments. I saw her car there, luckily, but I quickly noticed that John's car was there as well. I decided not to ruin a perfectly good morning by being around him, so I had breakfast at the local Golden Corral and decided I'd wait until he left. I tried calling her but she would never answer. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on, right? I returned to her apartment around two and saw her car there. John was still there too. His little Metro stood out like a sore thumb to me. Unable to get a hold of her, I decided that I would now interupt their time together, sparking thoughts of what illicit things they were doing. As I parked my car and began to walk up to the door of this house, the rage within me began to build as I tried to block what carnal things they were doing in this building. I walked up the stairs and knocked on her door. There was no answer. I placed my ear to the door and heard someone moving about on the other side. I began to knock again, more insistantly than before and it wasn't until my knocking became a heavy thud that the door swung open. My eyes widened as it was not my daughter standing before me but John; drenched from head to toe with nothing but a towel on. The towel, I might add, was hastily wrapped around his waist. The towel was bound by a loose knot and reinforced by his left hand. He had obviously just gotten out of the shower. His slick head of brown hair was further proof of that assumption. His right hand was still on the door knob. He looked confused as he had opened the door, but annoyed as the words "What the fuck!" were probably the next to escape his lips. He probably held his tongue because he saw me. Despite our differences, looking back now, he was always very respectful to me and had never heard him cuss before this day. Now I had to admit that John was an attractive man. He wasn't a muscle man and he wasn't a tooth pick. He had a bit of a pouch for a belly and had broad shoulders. I had seen him maybe a dozen times before in swimming trunks and paid him no mind, he was far too young for me to be interested in and besides I was married. Beth had always talked about his eyes and his long lashes, both of which drew her in and captivated her. He was nothing special to me, why should I have ever noticed him? Today I would learn how wrong I had been. "Is Beth home?" I asked him to which he replied no, "Where is she?" I shot back and he told me that she was at work. When I asked him what time she got home and he told me that she'd be back Friday morning, I flipped out. My eyes must've been red as hell. I know my face was. I could feel the heat of my anger taking over. I didn't know, at the time, that there was no central air in this building and that would only add to my overheated condition. First I was angry because she was on some work related trip for another two days and had not bothered to tell me. If she had answered her phone once in the past week, she would have known I was coming to visit. Second, I was pissed that he was here in her apartment, using her shower and generally making himself at home while she was gone. I just knew that he had not gotten his own apartment and talked her into letting him live with her. That added with the continued drama with my husband had sent me over the edge, finally after 21 years of marriage, I had come to the end of wit with my darling husband's shit. This wasn't helping. I was so mad. I didn't hesitate to enter the apartment and begin to yell at him, pointing my finger at him, jabbing him in his chest repeatedly. He backed up, the look on his face was one of undeniable shock and confusion. I slammed the door behind me and continued to yell at him for being here in my daughter's apartment and for corrupting her since the first day they started dating. In my mind, I was convinced he was up to no good and abandoned my threatening stance in front of him to check out the rest of the small apartment. The thought of him having another girl here entered my mind. When I saw some thongs on the floor, I picked them up and waved them in his face. He told me it belonged to Beth and I was insistant that my Beth would not wear such things. She never has. John suggested that maybe I didn't know my daughter as well as I thought, which pissed me off even more. By now, I felt sweat dripping down my forehead. Adrenaline had begun to run through my veins in the hopes that I would be able to finally take this bastard down and villify him enough that Beth would leave him. His cheating would be the icing on that cake. I returned to the familiar place in front of him and began to poke him again. He had shifted his towel slightly and was trying to retie the knot as I got back in his face. I asked him why he was dressed that way and how dare he just stand there and not get on some decent clothes in my presence. My God, I was being such a bitch. I caught his eyes looking down at my blouse. The top three buttons were undone and gave a decent glimpse of my chest. Now, I'm not well endowed but I am a 34DD and at 5'7" weighed 120 lbs at the time. I looked down to see what he was gawking at and when I realized it, I slapped him as hard as I could and called him a disrespectful pig. He tried to turn and walked away but I shoved hard into the mantle and got directly in his face. I ignored the increasingly growing and changing demeanor in his face as I continued to back him into a wall. He shoved me away and told me to stay back. He began to let go with all of his frustration. He had known that I had talked about him to Beth. She had told him everything. He told me that this was his apartment and since she was gone from Sunday morning to Friday morning, she felt that she shouldn't waste the money on rent. She didn't have access to "her" phone because it was locked away at the camp for only emergency purposes. These were all facts that Beth had not told me. He also told me that they had broken up a few weeks ago, during one of her weekends off. They had continued to keep the living arrangements as they were but he had found it too difficult to live with her if they were just friends. She had been promising that she would move her stuff out and stay with one of her friends for three weeks. She had yet to do so and he expressed his anger about that. He made me angry as he talked about my daughter and her lies. I couldn't decide if he was telling the truth or not and in my irrational state I didn't care. I was angry. At everything and everyone. When he began to talk about my marriage and how obviously unhappy I was, he told to stop taking my frustration out on him and put it use to change my situation or shut the hell up.I wanted to slap him again, this time for daring to challenge me. He grabbed my arm and pulled it close to him, drawing me against him. In surprise to his reflexes, I tried to hit him again. I brought up my other arm and it nicked him in the side of the head, near his ear. He thrust me against him and forced me to be still. I fought violently against him. All my disappointment and rage, all the dissatisfaction of my life was coming to the surface and poor John was there to take the brunt of it. With every attempt he made to hold me in place, the more furious I became. I felt trapped in my marriage with a husband who ignored me. I felt betrayed by my daughter, who I had just discovered lied to me. All that rage and anger which had been bottled up for years now had an outlet. I focused it all on John. He stood there and held me against him while I violently fought against him with an intent to hurt him. I as I stood pressed against him, my bottom must've been pressing against him, because I felt a sudden poke against me. It riled me up even more. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him looking down at himself and his eyes widened. I took that moment of distraction to elbow him in his stomach. He released me and I turned around and faced him. My eyes were drawn instantly to what had poked me. It was his cock, strong and hard, which had emerged from behind his towel and now captured my attention and I'm not afraid to say it now, but I was when it happened. I admit to taking a quick look and being impressed, maybe aroused a little at that point, but it was lost in the continuing storm. In my anger, I began to yell at him about his indecency and even though I could tell that he was uncomfortable, I pressed him further, until I had backed him against the mantle again. He had been trying to readjust the towel again but my constant prodding and hitting foiled his efforts. Unable to move him backward anymore, I tried to slap him one more time but he caught my hand again. When he did, the towel fell and revealed all of his masculinity to me. I gasped, both in shock of what I saw and how strongly he held me. His grip was tighter now than before. My other hand was brought up and he caught it again too. He pulled hard me against him and I continued to fight against him. I remember him saying "We could do this all day long but I refuse to take anymore of your shit!" I was stunned. He cursed at me. The disbelief showed on my face and my ragged breathing against his chest, only helped to cause his condition to worsen. "I understand if you're pissed at the life you've had. Don't take it out on your daughter. Don't you dare take it out on me. Take responsibility for what you've done and get yourself into a better situation because no one else is going to do it for you!" It was the second time in several minutes that he had said that to me. I stopped for a moment to finally listen to how powerful a statement that was. I remember that now as clearly as the day he said it and I lifted my head to look up at him. For the first time, I looked into his eyes. I mean really looked at them. Beautiful, big and blue. I won't lie, my heart skipped a beat. There was no anger in him. There was no judgment. There was only calm and peaceful gentleness, despite everything I had just done. My anger was quickly turning to something else. Something more primal and definitely more dangerous. As my rage subsided, I became wholly overwhelmed by thoughts and emotions that shouldn't have been in my head. Despite my loveless union, I was still married. In 21 years, I had never contemplated sleeping with someone else. I couldn't ruin the carefully constructed life that I had created for myself. I realized that I had been living my life for other people. Beth was an adult now and didn't need me. My husband didn't. That was blatantly obvious. I gave all of myself to others and when I peeled away that fact, I was nothing. Standing here, in John's defensive embrace, I found myself realizing how unhappy I truly was and wanted to make a statement against what he said. I wanted freedom. I could've melted in his arms at that moment because I had never experienced a moment of clarity like that in my 39 years of life. I wanted out of my marriage. I wanted to breathe freely. I was starting to feel electric and alive. I felt something wholly unfamiliar begin to stir within the center of my being. It was at that moment that I wanted my daughter's ex-boyfriend. I cursed myself for thinking the things I did after hating John's existance for so long. I couldn't help myself to what I wanted at that moment. In reality, I just wanted to feel something good for the first time in my life. John was the right person at the right time, because he made me feel powerful. I gave in to the desire which was now taking over me. I grabbed the arms which bounded me and brought him towards me. I kissed him square on the lips. There was a shock which riveted through his body as our lips met but I couldn't deny the slightest bit of sin which had taken over me. I felt alive. When he realized what was happening, he pulled away. Out of respect for Beth, he couldn't. After all, I was her mother. I cursed him under my ragged breath for his damned principles. I told him that I needed him. That I wanted him. He knew that it hasn't him that I wanted. I wanted the experience. Afterwards, I discovered that it was indeed him that I wanted. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close again. It was so exciting and new and I loved it. I had heard stories of encounters like this but had always thought they were fake or exaggeratted. I was now experiencing one. I felt my nipples harden and my pulse quicken as my reality became something more from Cinemax rather than my own life. I laid kiss after kiss on hip lips before his mouth parted to allow me deeper access. His arms slowly drew around me, pulling me tighter against him. I moaned against his tongue as I felt his cock press up against my pants. As our kiss deepened, I felt my hair fall down from it's bun and fall over my shoulders. It was freedom. It was raw and I loved it. I felt fingers begin to draw up and around my waist to cup the back of my neck. Our lips parted and he pulled away from me. He looked into my eyes lovingly and I felt a stirring which I had never experienced before. After all of these years, I began to understand what it was that drew my Beth to him. I nodded to comply with his silent request as he leaned in close and began to draw his lips softly across my neck. His hands drew away from my neck to the button of my slacks. Before I realized that he had touched me, I felt the rush of air hit my flesh as they fell into a rustled mess on the floor. Together, we stepped out of the puddle made by the pants and I laughed with delirious pleasure as two hands took possession of my bottom and pressed up fully so that his cock slid between my clothed pussy. I felt a tickle inside my belly as I thrust my hips against him instinctively. It was a plea that would go unanswered for a moment longer, I know now that I was not ready to receive the gift he would give me. John's hands fervously swept under my blouse and around my belly, massaging it softly. His lips lowered to consume the flesh between the parted fabric of my blouse. I felt my body sway like a tree in the breeze to his touch. My husband had never made me feel like this. No man had ever made me feel like this. His constant teasing and retreating was making me throbbing wet, I'm not ashamed to say. I loved what he was doing to me. He made me feel important and loved. I had barely noticed that his hands had left my belly to trail at the gape of my blouse. Before I could overcome the sensations he made me feel, my blouse was on the floor and he was kissing the fleshy mounds left uncovered by my bra. A singular hand moved to my back, tracing my spine before unclasping my rather unsensational bra., freeing my breasts. I reveled in the way his mouth claimed them. He did everything he could possibly have done with his lips, tongue, and lips but never once touched my nipples and it drove me crazy. I was so sexually awake and on edge for his next touch. I felt fingers begin to massage the hairs of my pussy, first,the mound of it before dipping inside my folds. I shook violently against his touch and felt my knees weaken immediately. He didn't pursue his search any deeper but barely brought his fingertips against my clit. It drove me wild. I felt a tickle inside my belly and it began to consume me, like a wave, before the tickle became an indescribable sensation that was more akin to fire than anything I had experienced to that point in life. My Sexual Awakening I remember calling his name at that moment and looking into those deep, blue eyes. I was lost in them. In him. For whatever reason, however it was that we found ourselves making love, I found I could not make time stand still long enough to keep this moment alive. I was lost by the time he slid to his knees and traced his tongue along the swollen folds of my clit. I cried out his name again as his tongue sunk deeper for just a moment in anticipation of what he might do next. His hands pressed against my bottom harder and more controllingly and I allowed him access to me. When he moaned, I prayed it was because of the taste of me, because love was not strong enough to describe what he was making me feel. I grabbed a hold of his head, pulling his hair with one hand, as he explored deeper within me. My other hand began to massage my breasts, my fingertips brushing unashamedly over my nipples. They slid through my fingers and I drew them taut as my fingers moved up and down them. The realization of what I was doing to myself made me draw my bottom lip in as I began to cum again. John was very insistantly in making sure he lathered me to the completion of my orgasm, against all of protest. I wanted him to be inside of me. Now. He had other plans however, rising up between my thighs and wrapping myself around his body. His heated lips touched my shoulders and lowered down an arm while his heated cock pressed hard against my clit. He made sure that his cock remained a stranger to me and not seeking further purchase. No one had ever taken the time to explore me in this way. My husband would satisfy himself and then stop. My needs were ignored to the point where I wondered if I even had needs. With John, I discovered those needs and realized just how many I had. He rubbed my clit over thigh, ever so gently that I wasn't consciously aware of what he was doing until I felt the vibration awaken me once more. I couldn't take anymore of his assault on my senses. I begged him to both stop and continue at the same time. I was a muddled mess of contridictions. I didn't care. All I wanted was him. He lifted my body high and left me at the mantle. I was in shock and desperation for his touch when he left me. Moving towards his bedroom, he would soon return with a foiled packet in his hand. Handing it to me, he nodded silently, as he moved in closer again and began to tease the throbbing vein in my neck. Fumbling with the foil wrapper, I ripped it open frantically and began to put it on him when I realized the length of him. He was larger than my husband by about two inches. There was a slight curve to the left that fascinated me. I began to stroke him, watching with excitement as his head grew swollen and larger with each caress. I realized my own excitement and felt the wetness growing between my legs. There was a slight drip that escaped his head as I stroked. My gaze widened with interest as I lifted that finger to my lips and tasted him. It was strong, salty, and undeniably masculine. I wondered what the rest of him tasted like. I placed the condom over his cock and took my time in doing so. I felt that payback must be a bitch. His teeth began to teasingly play at my nipples, just barely grazing over them. His heated breath over them was too much for me to bear and I hurriedly sheathed his cock. When my arms wrapped around him, he lifted me up and pressed me hard against the wall. Tilting my hips, he parted my legs and entered me in a singular, swift motion. I cried out as he pierced me. It had been many months, almost a year I think since I had any type of sexual intercourse. Just to let you know, I was so naïve at that time, I had never masturbated before either. He was so sweet, so tender, giving me time to adjust to my new surroundings before we began to writhe against one another towards mutual pleasure. Our lips played against one another as my hands plastered themselves to either the wall or his back, alternately. He rocked his hips in a way that I had never experienced before. To this day, I still haven't. It was gentle at first but it slowly built up to a feverish mashing of flesh as he looked straight into my eyes, almost daring me to keep contact with him. The look in his eyes as he came inside of me for the first time is still one of my most treasured memories. It was powerful, pure, and full of want. This was what possessed Beth. He had now bewitched me, too. Slowing his thrusts, he returned me to my feet. I braced myself against the wall to get the circulation back in my legs. My whole body hummed in truimphant symphony. That humming soon lessened as he left my embrace quickly and I felt pangs of sorrow and loneliness. I wanted more of him and wasn't ready to stop yet. For me it was an eternity, but mere seconds passed as he returned with another condom. He placed it on his own cock and told me that he wasn't done with me, yet. He led me to his bed and laid me down on it, building me up again and again and again. What we shared that day lasted through to Friday. Thursday night was another earthshattering night for me as our sex intensified. What began with dinner out, concluded with a physical assault on one another that left us exhausted and covered in sweat in a marathon that ended shortly before the sun came up. We showered together and had another go around before straightening up his apartment and getting everything to it's pre-affair state. I kissed him squarely on the lips and told him "thank you". He smiled and told me that I was welcome before he caressed my arms and drew me in for a hug. I smiled against him, not wanting to let go of this moment. Nine came to quickly. Beth was at his door and was quite surprised to see me. For the sake of not arousing suspicions, John and I had to go back to our pre-sex relationship. I took Beth out for lunch and she told me in confidentiality during lunch at Macados that she had met someone at work and had begun a relationship with him. She expressed fear in telling John about this, for crushing his heart and because of the awesome sex she had with John. I told her that I didn't want to hear about her exploits with John, because she could do much better and I approved of her relationship with this new man. Because he had a college degree, came from a financially secure family, and now I wanted John all to myself. Funny enough, that relationship didn't last through the summer and she has bounced from relationship to relationship since then. She has told me that no one can do for her what John did. No one can make her feel wanted, at least to the level John could. I can now understand. Believe me, I have tried to duplicate my success for sexual bliss to no avail. It was only in the past year that I told her about the affair that I had with John. She and I laughed about it. We sort of compared notes, reminisced quite fondly and she encouraged me to write this for publication. As for my marriage, I demanded a seperation from my husband when I got home to Knoxville after my stay in Virginia. I soon moved to Annapolis and took a job with the school system there. The encounter I had with John that day became an outrageous affair that saw me staying with him until school began in August. When I moved to Annapolis, he was a weekly visitor to my apartment until March of 1999, when he began dating his best friend. We haven't talked since then and I understand that he married her. She's a lucky woman. I did this because it's the only way I know to let the world know of a young man who challenged me to rise above the situations of my life. He opened my eyes to a world of passion and esctasy that no one has been able to match. I wanted to thank him for the countless nights of unbridled passion and everything that he gave me, oh, the stories I could tell. I owe my new lease on life to him. Oh, by the way, if anyone wants to read more of my affair, let me know. I'm anxious to share. My Sexual Awakening I've been married for six years now to the most wonderful husband named Tom. He takes care of me emotionally, sexually, and financially, so I never even considered cheating on him. However, my promiscuity started almost by itself with no real thought about it on my part. But before I go on, let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Cheri and I'm 30 years old 5' 6" tall and I weigh around 120 pounds. I have long black hair, green eyes, and my body is a tight 36-25-33. I work out to stay in shape for Tom who is a Marketing executive for a large Pharmaceutical company. Because of his job, he has had to travel some, but it hasn't been bad. I have a college degree in mathematics and had considered teaching for a while but my husband makes a fair amount of money and prefers that I don't work, which is ok with me. Well last Friday he called me from Europe in a panic. He had forgotten to send some information to his boss Pete and wanted me to take it over to his house right away. It was around 9:30 pm but Tom said that Pete didn't live too far from us so I grabbed the folder from Tom's desk and rushed over to his place. I rang the door bell a number of times with no response, even though there were several lights on in the house, so I walked around back to see if Pete was outside. As I turned the corner to the backyard, I came up short. There by the pool was a man who I assume was Pete, for I've never met him personally. Pete was standing by the pool, completely naked in front of a beautiful young woman who was busy sucking on his penis. Pete's body was perfectly tanned and every muscle in his body rippled as she continued to take him in her mouth. She was obviously well endowed and was quite striking with her long blonde hair and ruby red lips wrapped around his manhood. I was stunned by the beauty of both of them, he was an Adonis and she was worshipping him in a way I would never worship a man. Suddenly he pulled back out of her mouth as she turned her back to him and moved into a kneeling position. Without hesitation, Pete mounted her like some kind of animal and pierced her with what appeared to be a very large cock. I had never witnessed another couple having sex and was quite stunned. I stepped back into the shadows to make my retreat from his yard, but my feet stopped and I couldn't move. For some reason, I stood and watched from the shadows as he pulled back until just the head of his cock was inside her, then move forward again, his rigid cock disappearing inside her. As she seemed to be approaching an orgasm, he leaned forward and, grabbing a handful of her blonde hair, pulled her head back towards him as he drove his cock forward. That was all it took and she screamed out her pleasure for the world to hear. As he continued to snake his cock in and out of her, I hurried to my car and headed home. That night I couldn't get my mind off what I had witnessed. After tossing and turning all night, I headed back to Pete's with the folder around mid-morning. Again no one answered the front door. I wanted to head back home but Tom said it was important for Pete to have the files this weekend so, once again I headed out back. You can imagine my relief when I found Pete alone. He was sitting at the patio table in a purple, silk robe, reading the paper and eating breakfast. "Pete, good morning," I called out. My name is Cheri Reynolds, Tom's wife." He immediately stood and greeted me. "Hi Cheri, are those the files Tom told me about," he asked pointing at the folder. "Yes. Here you are," I said as I nervously handed him the folder, images of his near perfect body reeling in my mind. "Please, sit and have coffee with me while I look these over." "I really have to run......." I started to say but he interrupted. "Please, I insist." So I reluctantly agreed and had a seat across from this beautiful man while he poured coffee. When he sat back down and opened the folder, his robe fell open a little and I was face with what looked like an eight or nine inch soft cock, laying there against his thigh. I immediately looked away and tried to control my animal instincts, but as he made conversation my eyes kept coming back to his lap. I had never really believed that men could be so big. It was as if I was hypnotized as I stared at the most beautiful cock I had ever seen and the memories of the previous night invaded my mind once again. I could feel that familiar twitch between my legs as I stared openly at his cock, not hearing anything he said. Suddenly he stood up and stepped towards me, untying his robe and dropping it to the patio tiles. I gasped as I realized what he had done, but I just sat there and stared as if in a trance. He took a step forward and stood with his cock just inches from my face. Then he reached down and took it in his hand and lifted it to my lips. He rubbed the silky smooth head across my lips and then pulled back. "Go ahead, it won't hurt you," he laughed as he again moved it to my lips. I slowly reached up and took it in my hand as my lips opened automatically to let him feed it inside. I had never felt a cock on my lips and the feel of his skin on mine was intoxicating. I had never let a man put his cock in my mouth but for some reason couldn't resist Pete. I felt him lay both hands on the back of my head and gently pull me forward as he fed me half the length of his now hardening cock. My other hand slide up the side of his leg to his waist and a groan escaped my mouth as it worked it's way over his tight stomach and upward to his chest. I had never done anything so wanton before and I felt a trembling, yes even a hunger, deep in the pit of my stomach. I had to admit to myself that I not only was going to let this man take me, but I actually wanted it. My body seemed to be on fire now as he began to move in and out, fucking my mouth like some whores cunt. I marveled at the feel of his silky skin and bulging veins passing along the inside of my mouth and wondered why I had resisted this for so long with Tom. It wasn't long before I felt Pete tense up and his rigid cock began spewing spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum into my waiting mouth. My body trembled as I had the first orgasm of my life that wasn't triggered by physical contact between my legs. When I had sucked every drop of sweet nectar from his cock, he stood me up, and without a word, leaned towards me and forced his tongue right into my cum covered mouth. I never felt anything but his kiss as he unbuttoned my blouse and quickly undid the clasp in the front of my bra. The first thing I remember was the warmth of his hands moving across my bare breasts. "OOOOOOhhhhhhh shit," I gasped as we broke our kiss. He laughed lightly as he laid me on my back on the patio tiles and without any real resistance, pulled my skirt and panties off in one smooth motion. "Are you ready for this," he asked as he moved his still erect cock towards the opening between my legs. "Please Pete, we shouldn't," I moaned half heartedly as I felt myself push forward with my hips until I made contact with the head of his cock. I thought about Tom and knew in my heart that it was too late. I was so turned on that my cunt was literally dripping wet and seemed to grab his cock and pull it inside. He easily entered my slick cunt and drove half of the length of his enormous cock into me with one stroke. "Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh fuck," I cried out as my body began to convulse. I had never had so much cock inside me in my life and he was only half in. He must have been ten inches long and so thick I knew I couldn't hold back. On his next thrust forward, my body exploded in the biggest orgasm of my life. "Ohhhhhh god, I'm cuuuummming, Pete. I'mmmmmmmmmm cuuuuuuuuuummmmmmming," I cried out as my body was consumed with desire. He leaned forward and once again drove his tongue into my now willing mouth as he continued to work the rest of his cock into me. I couldn't believe this was happening. After being completely faithful to my husband, I was lying here letting his boss, of all people, sink his cock into my hungry hole. By the time he had it all the way in, my body was having one orgasm after the other until it seemed like just one long one. "Jeeeeze your one hot lady," he said as he began to get into a rhythm and pump his meat into me harder and harder. "Tom sure is one lucky man." He fucked me like this for what seemed like forever before he unleashed another enormous load of hot cum, this time deep inside my pulsating cunt. It was as though I was his little fuck slave. I spent the entire day there as he took me in every way imaginable. And by the time evening rolled around, I was his completely. I knew I would do whatever he wanted as long as he would satisfy me with his wonderful body. I didn't get home until around five a.m. on Sunday morning and spent the entire day in the pool just playing over and over in my head what had happened to me. I wasn't surprised when my husband called me that night to say that something had come up and Pete wanted him to continue on to Germany before he headed home to the states. He told me that out of the blue, Pete had promoted him to Vice-President of Marketing and that he would be traveling a bit more than in the past. Imagine that. At first I felt guilty knowing that the only reason he got promoted was because of my performance the night before, but then the thought of feeling Pete inside of me again took complete control of my mind. I waited to hear from him and by Tuesday morning I was getting a little worried. What if he didn't send my husband to Germany so he could fuck me again. What if..........the phone was ringing. "Cheri, it's Pete," the voice on the phone said. "I think we need to talk, he said. I agreed and we decided to meet at his house at eight that evening. I told myself that I would tell him that it could never happen again, but deep inside I knew it would. I dressed in a short red dress with black stockings, the kind that are topped with black lace flowers, and a black lace bra and panties. Who was I kidding. You can imagine my surprise when I arrived and was greeted by the sound of music and laughter. I was quite disappointed but even more stunned when a young man in his early twenties opened the door. He already knew my name and introduced himself as Jason. When I entered the living room, I found myself surrounded by at least ten men who were standing around drinking and waiting for something. How naive not to realize that they were waiting for me to arrive. Pete made introductions as he stood very close behind me. Just as he was finishing, he reached around the front of me and cupped both my breasts in his hands and began massaging them right in front of all of his friends. I was so shocked that I couldn't move for a second or two, and by the time I could, it was too late. My nipples were practically sticking through the material of my dress as Pete said loudly, "Well, what do you guys think". "Beautiful," was the general consensus as Pete slowly reached in the front of my dress and ran his fingers lightly over my lace -covered breast. A low moan escaped my lips as I leaned against him closing my eyes. He continued with his one hand while his other softly drew the zipper down the back of my dress and, withdrawing his hand, he softly pushed my dress off of my shoulders and let it drop to the floor at my feet. "Holy shit", Jason exclaimed as everyone stepped closer. There I stood in just my bra, panties, stockings, and high heels. "My god, Pete, she's fucking beautiful," one of the guys cried out. I had never felt so sexy or like such a slut as I did when I realized Pete intended to share me with his friends...... and I liked it. Suddenly I felt someone's hot breath on my crotch and opened my eyes just in time to see Jason, on his knees in front of me, lash his tongue out and lick my panties from the bottom of my slit to the top. My knees buckled as his tongue passed over my clit and I felt Pete grab my shoulders to support me. I had never had a man eat me before and had always wondered what it felt like. I looked down at Jason and said one word. "Please." Jason didn't have to be invited twice. He reached up and hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of my panties and pulled them to my ankles while Pete unhook the clasp in the front of my bra and dropped it to the floor. I slowly stepped out my panties and stood before Jason in my stockings and heels. He leaned forward and licked my swollen pussy lips lightly. "That's it Jason, eat that sweet little pussy," someone cried out. "Yea, get it ready for my fat cock," someone else chimed in. Now there seemed to be hands everywhere, feeling my ass, my tits and everything else they could reach. Two naked guys moved in front of me and both latched their lips on my tits at the same time, sending electric shock waves directly to my pussy. That's when Jason's tongue made contact with my swollen clit. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh shit, baby. Eat me. EAT ME PLEASE," I screamed as everyone cheered and hollered out their encouragements to the young man. As he continued to tongue my cunt, they laid me down across the coffee table. I looked around the room and saw at least twelve big, hard cocks pointing at the ceiling, all wanting to fuck me. One guy moved up to the side of my head and, grabbing it to turn it towards him, shoved his hard cock between my lips. Christ, for the second time in two days I had another man's cock in my mouth and I knew what was next. I was going to be gang fucked in the living room of my husband's boss. Later I found out that Jason was actually a twenty year old that my husband recently hired, so I was not only fucking his boss, now I was fucking his co-workers and his employees. And they made it perfectly clear before the night was over that if I didn't want Tom to find out about tonight, I would make myself available to any of them whenever they desired. I was to learn that their demands would be often, but that's another story. That night I had cum pumped into my mouth, pussy and ass by everyone there and have never been so satisfied in my life. At one point, I was sitting on Pete's lap with my back to him with his cock buried deep in my cunt when another man in his fifties moved between our legs and began licking my clit while Pete pumped his cock in and out of me. Pete suddenly came and his cum literally flew out of my cunt around his cock. I looked down to see the guy 's lips and tongue covered with Pete's creamy white cum. Needless to say, I exploded. I had several other guys that night eat my pussy after someone else had pumped their load into me, tasting my own juices mixed with the semen. On several occasions after that, Pete had me over to help him "close " deals with prospective customers and whenever Tom was out of town, which was now more than ever, Pete would have me over to entertain him and his friends. One weekend, I even met his blonde friend that he was fucking that first night I went over there. It was the first time I ever made love to another woman. Again the room was filled with men who seemed to enjoy it when she drove me over the edge with her tongue. Needless to say, we both had our share of cock sucking and fucking that night. I know I could never go back to having sex with just my husband again. I've become the company slut but still can't seem to get my fill of cock. I'm always eyeing other men and wondering what they have hanging between their legs and on several occasions I've found out for myself. And I receive plenty of calls from the initial group demanding that I fuck for them and their friends. It's as though I'm addicted to sex now and I hope it never changes. My Sexual Awakening I would like to thank KatieannBB and Horde for help in editing this story and for teaching me a lot about how to make a story better. There comes a time when a man examines his life to see if it has been well lived. This is such a time for me. I am content and these reflections help me remember that I have had a good life. This is a true story. I was a late bloomer, 21 years old and no sexual experience. I was very skinny (six feet tall, 125 pounds) and awkward. But worst of all, I was very sick, in and out of hospitals for a number of years. I had several surgeries and was strapped in a back brace throughout high school. I was almost 19 by time I graduated from high school and very naïve. I had always preferred to hang out with girls rather than guys, but only dated a little. This one time things started to get physical, but the experience scared me and I quit trying to gain more experience. To be honest, the sex thing scared me. Two of my friends had got their girl friends pregnant and had to marrying them. That was the way things happened in the days before the sexual revolution. Both were miserable and I had no intention of ending up like them. By the time I started Community College, I was still fighting health problems. I ate lunch every day in the cafeteria; usually with some sorority girls. As I was running for student body president, my presence at any group table was considered a plus for that group. It looked like I was popular, but truth be told, I had not had a real date in almost two years. I was particularly close with Nora, but she was going steady with the big man on campus and they were considered "the couple" of the school. She was out of my league. She was Hollywood beautiful: blond, blue-eyed, a good figure, terrific legs, and a knockout personality. In my opinion, she could have had her choice of almost anyone to be her boyfriend. On top of that she came from a wealthy family, drove a Karmann Ghia, and lived in a large new house in a gated community. She seemed to have everything. One day I was having lunch with Nora and after some small talk, she said in a conspiratorial tone, "I broke up with my boyfriend." "Why? I didn't know there were any problems, what did he do?" "He did do anything wrong, I just want to go out with someone else." "So who do you want to go out with?" "John, you have always treated with dignity, even after you found out that I was going steady. You have always been kind to me, don't you see, I want to go out with you? Will you please take me to the sorority party this Saturday?" I was dumbfounded. I hesitated to go out with her. It felt like it was some kind of a joke, this beautiful woman wanting to go out with the likes of me. "I can't go this weekend as I have a student government conference that I am going to in Monterey," I replied with relief, "besides; I won't fit in with a sorority," "You have lunch with us almost every day, these are my friends," she said waving her hand at the group of girls at the table. "This is who is going to be at the party." She invited me to several more sorority parties and I finally went to one with her. All of her friends kept telling me it was about time we were going out since Nora had been talking so much about me. We started to go to parties every once in a while and she was becoming more affectionate all the time. There were tender looks, gentle handholding, kind words, and expressions of concern for my health. She was really a good person and I started falling in love with her, yet we had not even kissed yet. She stood for everything that I thought was so far out of my reach: money, beauty, and social standing. Between classes and student government, Nora and I rarely found time for dates. After one of our dates, I walked her up to her front door and finally summoned the courage to kiss her. I leaned in to give her a very chaste kiss and she threw her arms around me, giving a kiss so passionate that it left me out of breath and confused. I longed for more. The whole drive home, I was lost in a haze, flying over the road. As time progressed, our feelings intensified. We started to talk about our future. We were both virgins, she for religious reasons, and me for lack of opportunity. She wanted to remain a virgin until marriage, as that is what her religion had taught her. The thought of marriage had not even entered my mind. I told her that I would respect her request to remain faithful to her beliefs, and I meant it. I have always thought of myself as an honorable man. In fall, I started school at the University. Nora was still at the Community College, but our passion was rising. It seemed things crept further along each date, but she would pull back if she felt it was going too far. I had never been inside of a girl's clothes, let alone her panties, so I had a lot to discover. I learned the excitement of that wonderful area between the top of her stockings and the bottom of her panties. Her skin there was so soft, silky, and intoxicating. This is still one of my favorite things, though no one wears stockings any more. It was heaven and I was satisfied for a while. Our kissing was also becoming more intense with our tongues getting a lot action. I started to explore her ears and neck, each time I would go a little further, turning her on. I could almost hear the internal debate going on in her head. I suspected at some point, her resolve would melt, but I was also trying to respect her wishes. At Thanksgiving, we went to her family's ranch just outside of Sequoia National Park, a four-hour drive. It was dark and foggy and no one could see into the car. Nora was driving and I teased her that I was going to take off all my clothes and she couldn't do anything about it. She finally dared me to do it, so I took off my shoes, waited a while, then took off my socks. After another long wait, I took off my shirt, then my undershirt. I waited. She said nothing. Finally, I asked her if she wanted me to continue. She thought about it for a couple of miles then she said she wanted me to take my pants down to my knees, but not my underpants. By the time I got my pants down, I had a huge erection that could hardly stay in my underpants. I reached over, took her hand, and placed it in my lap. I swear that almost caused an accident when she jerked away. It was the first time she had touched me there, and it scared her. For the rest of the trip I teased her that I was going to take off remainder of my clothes, which made her squirm in her seat, but by the time we reached the ranch I had put my clothes back on. We slept in separate rooms. The next morning her parents left early in the morning to go into town. Nora and I were still in our bathrobes. We fixed breakfast and were sitting around reading the newspaper. She got up to go into the other room, and as she walked past me, I reached out and took hold of the edge of her robe. Feeling my grasp, she turned around, letting it slip off of her. I was now holding her robe and she was standing there in only her blue silk Olga nightgown that went to the floor. I could see her shapely body through the thin fabric. Her nipples were at attention. I asked her to take off her nightgown. She was shocked. She started to say something, stopped, started again, but finally stopped again with a look of confusion. Slowly her face relaxed and she said softly, "I will if you promise that we won't have sex." "I promise." "I am very uneasy about this, but I will try." Shyly, she turned her back to me and slowly, lifted the gown over her head and let it fall to the ground. I asked her to turn around, but she refused. "Nobody has seen me naked other than my mother." I reached forward, took her by her hips, and slowly turned her around. She had her panties on, but kept trying to cover her breasts with her hands. She also tried to cover her pussy, not realizing her panties were still on. She kept moving one hand from one breast to the other, back and forth while keeping the other hand over her pussy. I reach up and pushed her shoulders down; she went to her knees without any resistance. This brought one of her perfect, perky breasts, with a very erect nipple, right in front of my face. I could not stand it any longer, so I leaned forward to kiss her nipple but it slip so easily into my mouth that I slowly started to suck on it. I had never in my life experienced such joy and passion. Her nipple grew in size and hardness, which surprised me. A mysterious, primal sound came from somewhere deep within her, a sound I had never heard or even imagined. Nora was so turned on that I knew we were going to have sex in a little while if we didn't stop. After a short while, she pushed back from me and put her nightgown on again, but I could tell she was conflicted. I stood up hugging her very tightly and we started to kiss. The next thing I knew, I was on top of her on the floor, slowly working my way between her legs, with my pajamas and her nightgown being the only thing between our organs. I was moving back and forth between her legs without knowing exactly what I was doing. In a few strokes, I had my first orgasm with another person, and it seemed to go on and on. My body stiffened and my pelvis twitched until I collapsed on top of her. It felt like I had spewed a gallon of sperm all over the inside of my pajamas. What a feeling and what a mess, something I had never thought about before. Nora was so excited, knowing she had caused it, but also relieved that things came to a halt. We got up, took separate showers, and got dressed. A little while later, her parents came home. We spent the rest of the day hiking and hanging around the house, pretending as if nothing extraordinary had happened. On the way back to Los Angeles, we finally started to talk. It was all too evident that she was conflicted; I could almost hear her struggles. She started to say something, but then went quiet, looking out the window. "Tell me what you are thinking," I asked. "Yesterday was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me. I really liked it, it felt so good, but it scared me," she replied, looking a little frightened. "Are you sorry we stopped when we did?" "There is part of me that wanted to go all the way, but as I think about it today, I still want to wait, I don't want to have to go to confession because of what we do." The next couple of weeks were very busy for both of us and we saw each other only a couple of times before Christmas, all very proper. I ached when I was not with Nora and longed to be with her. It seemed a part of me was missing when she was not with me. I had a lot of time to think about our relationship, I really like being with Nora and knew I was in love with her. On Christmas day, I went over to her house and after talking to her for a while; I got up the nerve and asked her "Will you marry me?" "I thought you would never ask! Yes, of course I will!" she said excitedly as she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. "I have been in love with you for a long time." I said between kisses, "I want to be with you forever." "I want to be with you too. I have dreamed about this day for months. I can't wait to tell my parents, they like you a lot; let's go tell them right now." It had never dawned on me that the proper thing to do was to ask for her father's permission, but her parents were happy to hear the news and her father told us they would give us the ranch as a wedding gift. I felt like I had just hit a homerun and wanted to yell to the world that I was engaged to the most beautiful woman in the world. This day was the best day of my life so far. We continued to date, but the pressure between my legs increased every time we would go out. Keeping our clothes on was more difficult each time. We started to push the limits. Nora was a more willing participant, wanting the intimacy and enjoying the passion. I was becoming an expert with buttons and zippers. I was now regularly reaching behind her, unfastening her bra and playing with her firm, round breasts, teasing her nipples and sucking on them. I loved the delicious feeling of her nipple getting hard in my mouth. Her breasts were creamy white, without a blemish on them. Each time I would suck on a nipple, her body would go rigid and she would moan uncontrollably. I was so proud when I got to the point that I could unhook her bra with one hand. She went wild when I rubbed her pussy through her panties. She would rub my penis though my pants. She really loved giving me an orgasm. It made her feel powerful, knowing she could make me lose control. We had plans to go to a fancy formal party one evening and she called and asked me to stop by the store and buy her a pair of stockings. I had no idea what to do, where to go or what to ask for. She giggled and told me what to do; she was enjoying making me feel uncomfortable. Buying them was one of the hardest things I had ever done and I was sure the store clerk was secretly laughing at me. I showed up to her house wearing my charcoal gray suit, best shoes, and a blue stripped tie, but she just smiled at my discomfort. I handed her the stockings. She was wearing a beautiful new red party dress that flared out down to her mid-calf. The top was just low enough to show just a hint of cleavage and the dress hugged her waist, showing off her outstanding figure. Her make-up was perfect, barely visible, except for the bright red lipstick, which matched her dress and fingernails. She had on her finest jewelry that sparkled in the light. The outfit was finished off with black high heels that strapped around her ankles making her legs a thing of beauty. Her hair was expertly done, which made her head glow in halo of blond hair. She had on just enough perfume that I had to get close to know it was my favorite, Shalimar, She looked very mature and sophisticated. Sitting on the couch, she lifted up the hem of her dress and slip showing me her stockings. There was a long run down the side of her right leg, as she was about to unfasten it from the garter she got a twinkle in her eye and said , "Would you like to help me take my stockings off?" "Can I cut it off?" I asked, getting out my Swiss Army knife. "Oh, wow, that looks really sharp, please be careful." She put her foot on my lap, exposing layers of lace and ruffles that I would have loved to get lost in. My god, I was in heaven, lace, ruffles, silk and stocking, it couldn't get much better. I took off her shoe, and, of course, her toenails matched her lipstick, fingernails, and dress. I took my knife, starting at her foot; I slowly worked my way up her leg to the top of the stocking, the razor sharp blade meeting no resistance from the sheer cloth. I admired how shapely her leg was and how tight her calf was. The sight and feel of the cold, sharp steel against the inside of her leg almost sent her over the edge. Her breathing was fast and heavy. When I got to the top, I unfastened the stocking from the garter and then put on the new stocking, not very gracefully as I had never done it before. After fastening the new stocking to the garters, I let my hand travel down her smooth, silky leg, giving me a huge erection. She noticed and smiled, asking me to do the other stocking, which went a lot easier than the first one. She stood up, a little uneasy and stepped into her shoes. I noticed that her breath was short, but we were running late, so I knelt down, buckling that strap around her ankle. It took all of my self-control to keep from running my hand up her perfect leg to the very top, where I knew I would find wet panties. If not for the party, I'm sure that we would have shed our clothes right then and there. As time passed we kept slowly progressing towards intercourse. However, we were starting to have a lot of disagreements over insignificant things. While I was still enjoying our sexual progression, I was getting less comfortable with the relationship. One day we were driving to one of her friend's house in Brentwood, admiring the grand old houses. I saw one house that I considered to be the grandest house I had ever seen, brick, slate roof, leaded glass windows, plank doors, and ivy growing up the sides of the house. I stopped the car to admire the house and told Nora that it could be my dream house. I was floored when she said, "I will never live in a used house because I will never live in someone's reject." "Wait a moment, just because someone sells a house does not mean that they are rejecting it." "I don't care; I will never live in a used house." It was clear that she knew no other way to live. I finally realized what was our problem - our values were different, and I knew I could not exchange my values for hers. That led me to believe that we could never be happily married. The next week I told Nora, "I have thought over what you told me last week about not living in a used house. I don't think I can be the person you need as a husband. Our values are too different and I can't pretend to be something that I am not." Nora closed her eyes and went quiet. "I was afraid you may think that," she replied dejectedly. "But John, it's important for me to maintain my status and life style, that's all I know. That is what I have been all my life and I don't think I can change either." "I still like you and enjoy your company," I replied hopefully "but I don't think that marriage is in our future. I know you must be disappointed and I will understand if you don't want to go out with me anymore." She looked at me sadly "Yes, I am disappointed," she said finally. I think you are right about marriage, but I still like you and want to continue our relationship even if we aren't going to get married." She paused before continuing, "I'm not sure what I want in the long run. John, I'm so mixed up, and I'm having a hard time figuring out my future. I am confused...things are not as simple as I thought they would be." At that moment, I felt sorry for Nora. Even thought we had our differences, her plight touched my heart. We continued to go out and explore each other's bodies. I knew so little about female anatomy; each step was an exciting surprise. I was learning female anatomy by Braille and usually in the back seat of car parked on some dark, out of the way road. We had got to the point that when I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, Nora would slowly open her legs, inviting me to go further. A woman opening her legs in invitation is one of the most erotic things I have ever experienced and I still get a thrill from it. The female genitals were complex and I was not sure what to expect, most of all, I never knew how she would react. One evening, when I got to her wet panties, she raised her hips off the seat; tempting me to remove the panties. She almost caused me to have an orgasm by the invitation. The panties were silky with lace trim and felt so good and so sexy between my fingers. It was not difficult or complicated to take the panties off until I got to the stockings fastened to the garters. Nora reached down unfastened them with one hand so fast that I hardly had to pause. With the panties removed, I had my first entry into the mysteries of the pussy. I had felt her pussy through her panties, but I had never seen or touched it. The first touch caused Nora to jump and suck in her breath so loud that I was glad no one was around. After a little exploration, I tried to enter her vagina with my finger, but being a virgin, she was too tight, and she complained about the pain. So I started to explore other areas. Quite by accident I discovered her clitoris, which I knew nothing about, but soon realized it was a magic button that sent Nora into fits of pleasure. I touched, massaged, rubbed and pinched her clitoris until she could no longer stand it an ordered me to stop. My Sexual Awakening The next week we had an argument in the middle of our date, so neither of us was in the mood to get romantic. Our relationship was becoming strained, but neither of us was willing to end it just yet. In hindsight, I think we both knew that we needed to finish our adventure before we parted. We had invested a year and a half in this relationship and all of it just foreplay. The very next date, we began teasing each other with suggestive talk. "My panties are pretty wet, why don't you take them off." 'You know that talk like that makes me very horny." "That's too bad, I guess you will have to figure out what to do about that," she said with a wicked grin. "You are a tease!" "Yes, I am a tease, but I like the way you act when I tease you," she replied wantonly. "Sometimes I feel guilty about it, but I can't stop doing it. It is so much fun" I found a place behind a barn to park. After heavy kissing, feeling her breasts and she rubbing my penis, I took her panties off. Once more I tried to penetrate her with my finger, but, instead of resisting, she pushed her pussy hard against my exploring finger. At last her cherry gave way and I was inside her. Slowly, making sure I was not hurting her, I started to move my finger in and out of her pussy as she kept moaning and getting wetter. "Do you think you are ready to go all the way?" "It's tempting, but I don't think I am ready yet" but I could hear regret in her voice. "My body is telling me one thing, but I can't ignore the fear the nuns put in me while I was at school. They made me feel like sex was really dirty if you aren't married. Each time we do something like this it is harder and harder for me to say 'no'. I am so mixed up; I don't know what to believe any more. It feels so right when we are alone doing things, but the next morning I feel the guilt that I was taught." As she said this, she seemed to be getting smaller, pulling herself inward. "I don't want you to give in just for me, but if you are ever ready, I will be ready also. This is not easy for me either. I really love to turn you on, but I can wait until you are ready." We now had done everything sexual that we could do except actual intercourse. I knew it was just a matter of time until that would happen. The mixed feelings were really putting a stain on our relationship and she started to drink too much. We had always had drinks parties, but now she was getting drunk on occasions. Being honorable, I refused to take advantage of her intoxication; I wanted our sex to come from passion and not intoxication. One night, we ended up at her house and started to make out on the living room couch. She was the most drunk I had ever seen her, so I didn't push things. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and a short time later, she called me from the other end of the house. I found her in bed, in her nightgown with a devious grin on her face. "Please do something or go away," she breathed. I wanted to have sex, but she was drunk. I pretended not to understand, so I unzipped my pants, took out my aching erection, and knelt beside her bed. "Is this what you want?" I asked, breathlessly . She did not reply. "Please kiss my penis." She soon had most of my penis in her mouth, but having never done it before, she had no idea what to do next. I was oh so close to an orgasm when she pulled back and said angrily, "If you are not going to sleep with me, go away." I couldn't do it. She was too drunk. So I left. She never mentioned this incident again. The next week we were at a party where she started to drink too much again. I didn't like being around her when she was like this, so I kept wandering away. One time I came in and she was flirting with my younger brother. It was just innocent flirting, so I told her to cut it out and left the room. The next time I entered the room, she was in my brother's lap, passionately kissing him, rubbing her breasts all over his body. The top buttons on her blouse were undone. There was nothing subtle about what she was doing. I could tell from my brother's body language that he was not comfortable. She must have been the aggressor. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" "I am trying to make you jealous." "Well it's is not working, you are just pissing me off." "You were ignoring me." "I was ignoring you because you are getting drunk again; it is time for me to take you home." I grabbed her by the hand, practically dragged her out to the car, shoved her in the front seat and slammed the door. I left her at her on front porch without so much as a kiss or a good bye. I was the angriest I have ever been in my life. The next morning, my brother apologized, but I told him that was not necessary as I knew who was at fault. I also knew that my relationship with Nora was over. I did not call Nora all week. I felt, because of what she had done, that she did not deserve my virginity. I was still upset with her and, in my mind, she had lost that right. I wanted and needed sex. I was pretty sure that if I played my cards right, the week would end with my desire satisfied, but not with Nora. I made up my mind that I would not go out with her again until I had sex with someone else. The next Friday, she finally called me at home, but I refused to talk to her. Instead, I called Cathy, an older woman I knew from Community College. We had a very close, but platonic relationship. We were famous for our double entendres and teased each other all the time. We often ended a conversation by one of us saying, "One of these days I'm going to call your bluff." I had known Cathy since before I met Nora; in fact we were on student council together. There was always an underlying sexual tension between us that I never felt comfortable reacting to. We had cooled things while I was dating Nora, but at the time, we were probably one dare away from having sex. She was at least five years older than I was and I felt so young around her most of the times. She was a woman of the world, but I was not a man of the world, I had lived a sheltered life. Cathy was a down-home country girl who lived on a ranch in the desert and who was a rough and tumble cowgirl. She was tall and slender with small, but firm breasts. Her long, strawberry hair was always in a ponytail. I had never seen her wear a dress or make up. When she got worked up, she could make a cowboy blush with her language. Though I had not talked to her for a while, I knew she would be glad to see me. I called her up and asked if she wanted to have a drink with me. She agreed and we made arrangements to meet at a roadhouse near her. It was raining hard, so it took me a while to get to the bar. The place was crowded, smoky, and full of cowboys. Willy Nelson was on the jukebox and I found Cathy in a booth in the back. She already had a drink, so I ordered one for myself. In almost no time, we were back where we had left off with the double entendres flying back and forth. She was ratcheting up the sexual innuendo with each one, getting more and more graphic. Her language was so much more colorful than mine. She had the most infectious laugh that always made me feel good inside. I know that there were more than a few people who overheard and were following the banter, as we had to talk loudly in order to hear each other. I could see a couple giggle to each other while looking in our direction. Neither of us cared that we were being overheard, in fact, we were enjoying it. After an hour, a couple of drinks, and a bowl full of peanuts, I was feeling loose and good. Finally, Cathy let go with a real zinger, making me blush. I put down my glass, leaned forward, looked her right in the eye, and said, "Cathy, I am calling your bluff, right now." A big smile came across her face as she said, "Alright big boy, do you know what you are getting into?" With my own smile I said, "I don't care." Smiling even more she said, "You may regret saying that." "I am willing to take my chances." My penis was fully erect, straining painfully against my plants. I didn't dare reach down and adjust it for fear that I would give myself away. "I know a place, go get your car and meet me out front.," she told me with much excitement. I had played my trump card and it had worked. I was so excited that I almost tripped rushing out of the bar. After I got in the car, I unbuckled my belt and reached in my pants to adjust myself into a more comfortable position. I zipped up and met her at the front of the roadhouse. The storm was in its full furry, wind blowing, rain pouring, lightning and thunder that shook the very ground we were on. It was difficult enough driving in these conditions without my excitement for what was about to happen. Cathy said, "You won't believe this place we are going to. Growing up out here, I explored every hill and valley and know them really well. Turn right up here at the next street." She directed me along some back roads until finally we came to a section of the old highway that had been cut off by the new freeway below. "This is one of my favorite places to come to when I want to be alone. I don't think anyone else knows about it. This place I call 'Cathy's Lookout'," she said with the pride of ownership. The section was a short piece of the road that did not go anywhere in either direction. We parked with a view of the entire desert before us with one of the most spectacular light shows I had ever seen. The rain was so hard on the roof of the car that we could hardly hear each other talking. I sat there for a while, not knowing what to do next. My breathing was becoming shorter. I almost panicked, as I was sure I was going to give away the fact that I was still a virgin. I turned to her to say something and she just reached out and gently pulled me to her. Within seconds, we were kissing passionately. It happened so fast that I felt out of control. I pulled back to catch my breath and then started to nibble on her neck, working my way up to her ear. She whispered to me, "Not my ears, I can't stand that," so I returned to kissing her on the mouth with both of our tongues in a furious wrestling match. I reached down, unbuttoned her shirt, and slipped it off her shoulders. I was proud how well I did it as I didn't want Cathy to know how inexperienced I was. My move on her bra was equally smooth; both garments were now on the floor of the car. My internal monolog was in supper high gear, please don't let this stop, I hope I don't screw up; I hope I know what to do next. With her freckled breasts now fully exposed, I moved my hand down to massage them and as I brushed across one of her nipples, she sucked in air and moaned loudly. Her excitement and noises were really turning me on and the erection that had started about 45 minutes earlier became even bigger and harder. I slowly moved my kisses to her breast, eventually landing on her nipple, which grew and harden in my mouth. I was in heaven. The harder I sucked on her nipple the more she moved and moaned. Finally she pushed my head back and brought it down on her other nipple and said:"Don't forget about this one, she gets jealous." I reached down between her legs. She moved them apart to let me have room to work. Cathy was not dainty, she was wearing heavy jeans, and I could hardly feeling anything of interest. Cathy said, "Here, let me help," as she reached down, unbuckled her belt and jeans, and started to slip them down her legs. I took the hint and got completely undressed, the first time I was totally nude in front of a woman. My erection stuck out as I had never seen it before, being the largest and hardest it had ever been. It was a wonderful mixture of pain and delight. I had no idea that my penis could be so large and so hard, but had no way knowing how it compared to others, as I had never seen a man naked. My balls were tight with weeks without release, hanging low and begging for relief. Cathy had left her underpants on, (no panties for this cowgirl), so I started to rub her pussy through the thin cotton material. Her reaction almost scared me as she started chanting, "Oh my God" over and over and louder and louder. She finally lifted her hips so I could remove her underpants; we were both now totally naked. The thought of what was about to happen almost made me have an orgasm right there. Cathy reached up, grabbed me by my balls, and stated to massage and squeeze them. She moved the seat back putting it in a reclined position without letting go of me, spreading her legs as far apart as the space would allow. My finger slipped into to her very wet pussy without any resistance and I worked it back and forth, in and out, slow at first, but soon as fast as I could. Louder and faster, in and out and finally my thumb found her clitoris which I rubbed as I kept my fingers busy deep inside of her. I withdrew and re-entered her with two fingers moving them both in and out, but I felt she wanted more so I continued with three fingers, filling her pussy. I moved them in and out, wiggling them in different directions as I did so. I felt that Cathy was about to turn inside out when she said, in a deep, throaty voice, "John, fuck me." This was not a request, it was an order. I needed no further directions; rolling over on top of her I placed the tip of my penis at the opening of her wet pussy. Oh my God, this is really happening, this is it, I am about to have sex with a woman. I entered her slowly; amazed at how soft and warm she was in the inside. She squeezed me with her muscles as I got deeper into to her. I never imagined that anything could feel so good. She was so wet, so slippery, so soft, and so warm and I was inside her. I stared off slowly, going in and out than began to pick up the pace. The faster I pumped in and out of her the more she screamed to God. There were so many new sensations. I was losing track and losing control. She grabbed my arms tight as her whole body went into a spasm. She screamed "yes" over and over. Wanting it to last as long as possible, I tried to hold back but finally I exploded deep inside of her, depositing more sperm than I thought I could produce. Just as I climaxed, a huge thunderclap exploded over the car, causing it to shake even more. Was this a sign from the gods? "Wow, that was good'" she said, "and the storm really made it even better." "I couldn't agree more." If she had taken advantage of me, it is exactly what I wanted. I was no longer a virgin and it felt wonderful. I felt that I had finally grown up. I am certain that Cathy had no idea it was my first time, but it was obviously not her first time. Part of me wanted to tell her and thank her, but the other part did not want to let her know how innocent I was. Relaxing in her arms, I felt protected, wanted, and complete. She was softly stroking my hair. "John, what is the problem?" This blew me away. I had no idea that she was so insightful, but she knew me better than I thought. Without going into too intimate detail, I poured out my heart to her, telling her about the demise of my relationship with Nora. Cathy knew Nora from school. She just held me for a long time and said, "I have no answers for you, though I know from experience that things will get better in the future. I understand Nora is a good person, but I can't really see you together, the two of you are so different." "I just can't be the person she would like me to be, I wouldn't be me if I changed. Even after all we have gone through, I still have feelings for her, though I am no longer in love with her. " "That is one of the most important life lesson anyone can learn. Be yourself and you will be a better person for it." I don't think the two of them could have been more different. One was frills, lace, makeup and status, the other was down to earth, practical, with jeans and cowboy boots. While I had loved Nora before, it was no longer true. I also knew that I loved Cathy as a friend and respected her but was not sure I wanted anything more. I think Cathy and I knew we could never be lovers, but would remain special friends. I drove her back to the bar, feeling so alive. When I got to her car, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and said, "See you later, " with a look of contentment on her face. Then she was gone. I floated all the way home, sleeping the most peaceful sleep I had had in a long time. I felt no guilt or shame, knowing it was something that needed to be done. But it was also lovely, I couldn't have asked for a better encounter for my first time. I felt fortunate to have experienced so much pleasure. The next day, I called Nora and told her we needed to talk, so I made arrangements to pick her up that evening. We went to a coffee shop to talk. Not a word was spoken to each other until after we were served. She sat in the booth twisting in her seat, looking around, and avoiding my eyes. I felt uncomfortable because I knew what I had done and was feeling awkward about it. I did not try to make eye contact. Still not looking at me, she finally said, "John, I am truly sorry for the way I acted last week, I don't know what came over me. I had too much to drink, but I know that isn't an excuse." "What you did hurt, but I don't know how I am supposed to react now that it has happened." "I don't know either, but I know I hurt you. It appears that I am angry all the time and I don't understand it. I am not angry with you, but I seem to take it out on you. My life just isn't turning out the way I expected" "Do you think we have a future?" "Maybe, I don't know." We drove around for a while, and then I took her home. We sat in the car in front of her house for a long time, neither one of us knowing what to do next, so I pulled her to me, hugging her, she melted in my arms. At last, I whispered in her ear, "Nora, I have something I need to tell you. I am no longer a virgin." I expected an outburst, but all she said was, "Who?" "I am not going to tell you." "Is it someone I know?" "Yes." But instead of getting angry, she was obviously getting very turned on. She started to squirm in her seat. She took my hand and placed it on one of her breasts holding it in place. "If you do that you're going to make me hard." "You're not hard yet?" "Not yet." "Can I see?" I unzipped my pants. She took my penis in her hand and it immediately came to attention. She smiled and said, "Let's go someplace dark." There was so much excitement in her voice, it was obvious that she knew what she wanted and wanted it as soon as possible. This I was not expecting. I drove to the college as fast as I could to an area behind the gym that I knew. As soon as I turned into the campus, she started to take off her clothes, flinging lace and silk around the car and was almost naked by the time we got to our detention, with only her panties on. The look in her eyes was pure, unadulterated lust. We hopped into the back seat. I placed my hand between her legs. Surprisingly, she opened them wide, exposing very wet panties. I rubbed her pussy while I found one of her nipples with my mouth. She was acting like an animal, almost attacking me with her kisses. Things were moving fast. I had never experienced such a turned on woman. She squirmed and moaned. She was out of control and was really turning me on. "Are you ready," I asked, wanting to be sure. "I think so, but I am scared." "I'll be slow and gentle." "I don't know." "How about if I just put it in once and hold it there?" "I guess so, OK." I turned her in the seat until she was on her back, but she was shaking. She finally she calmed down a little and said, "Alright, I'm ready, just once." My Sexual Awakening I reached down to pull her panties off; she raised her hips to make it easier. I gently got on top of her, placing my penis right at the entrance of her pussy, I could feel the wetness dripping on her legs and me. I paused until she started to push against me. I entered her as slowly as possible until I reached my full length. Her moans and groans were really turning me on. She was very tight even though her cherry had been broken earlier by my fingers. We both stopped and held each other tightly. Each time as I stated to pull out, she pushed against me, not letting me go, saying, "Not yet." Her hips began to rock back and forth very slowly. I held still until I was sure she wanted to me to proceed. We started the slowest sex possible, barely moving. Our breaths were short but movements were purposeful. We moved so very slowly, each stroke went on forever, doing it again over and over until I could not hold back any longer. I stopped, went rigid, and let out a moan as I gushed my sperm into her. She held me tightly as the spasms continued until I was empty. We fell together holding each other with all of our strength. She was crying softly. Epilogue: Nora and I continued to see each other for a couple more months, having sex each time we met. But we both knew it was over and drifted apart. I have no anger or regrets about our relationship. There were no bad guys, just two people that were not right for each other. I learned so much from Nora. I often wonder how her life turned out, but, as Bob Dylan said, "I'm not the one you want, babe. I'm not the one you need. It ain't me babe." Cathy and I kept in contact, though we never had sex again. She introduced me to her world and to the wonders of getting high on pot. We drifted apart, but I feel like I had used her, though she never said anything about it. A line out of a Bob Seger song summed up our one night of passion, "I used her and she used me, but neither one of us cared. We were getting our share. Workin' on our night moves" The car and I parted ways also, but I missed it. It had served me well. A couple of months later, I got sick again, ended up in the hospital for an extended period of time. This has turned out to be the pattern of my life, but each time, I have got through the illness and I am still fighting. Several years later, I met Nora at the mall one evening. Without discussing it much, we went to her apartment, got stoned, and fucked like bunnies for a long time. In the morning she fixed breakfast and afterwards I kissed her goodbye. It was a gentle goodbye. We have never seen each other again after this. We both knew it was over and couldn't be revived. This was a very, very long time ago, but I often think about these two women with great fondness, knowing it took both of them, together, to make me a man. My Sexual Awakening Author's note: Having been a reader of Literotica stories for a while I decided to try my hand at writing one. If people like this first attempt I will write more about my early sexual experiences. There is not a lot of fiction here. I will attempt to reply to anyone who wishes to contact me. Enjoy. * This is a true story of my first sexual experience and took place towards the end of my first year at university in Australia. I was living in an all-boys residence and was friends with several girls who lived in the neighbouring all-girls residence (it was, after all, 1970!). One of these girls, Cathy, resembled Janis Joplin and had a southern American drawl. We used to hang around together, listen to music, smoke a bit of pot and often socialised in a larger group of similar minded people. Our relationship up to now was that of "mates". One evening, Cathy asked me if I'd like to drive her to her older brother's party in his group house. There were lots of people there, mostly a few years older than us, and we had a few beers and danced a while. Although I thought Cathy was gorgeous and wanted our relationship to take off, nothing had happened between us so far. After a while, I said I had to go to the toilet and started up the hallway to the loo. Next thing I know, Cathy had snuck in to the rather small room too, saying that she had always wanted to watch a boy pee. At first I felt embarrassed, but she persisted and, as I couldn't wait any longer, I unzipped my jeans, took out my penis and began to urinate. She stood to one side and just watched with a fascinated look on her face. As I was shaking off the last couple of drops, she moved closer in behind me and asked if she could do that. Before I could answer, she reached around from behind, gently gripped my member in her right hand and gave it a few shakes. Just then touch of her hand was thrilling for me and I slowly began to harden. Her breath was hot and sweet at my ear when she said, "I'm not sure this will fit back in very easily," as her shaking movement turned into a soft squeeze, then a stroke. Her other hand came round my left side and cradled my balls. Even though we were in a dingy group house toilet I was extremely excited and enjoying the sensation. "I've wanted to do this for a while now," she whispered. "Can we go somewhere and finish it?" I managed to stuff my erection back into my undies and zip up my jeans. We both exited the toilet, a bit sheepishly as a few people noticed. She linked arms with me and we walked to my car. There was a wooded spot of bushland not far away and we made for that, her hand rubbing up my thigh and her fingers occasionally flicking my bulge as we drove. When we stopped in a secluded space, I leaned over and we kissed, tentatively at first then hard and passionately, our tongues making love to each other. Her fingers now slid up to my swollen manhood and she began to massage me firmly. My hand had moved to her knee and was making its way under her skirt and up her thigh. She moaned a little when I made contact with her silky knickers and then awkwardly tried to unzip my jeans. I helped with my free hand and soon she had my erection free from any confines. Her warm hand lightly traced around the head and up and down the length and I murmured my appreciation and enjoyment. Meanwhile, my fingers were tracing her labia through her soft panties. I was in hitherto unexplored territory. I could feel the texture of hair, then the cleft between swollen lips. She moaned gently as I slid my finger up and down, then as I stroked higher I ran my fingers over a little bump. She gasped and whispered, "Yes, do it there. Mmm, so nice." Realising I had found her clitoris, I circled, stroked and gently squeezed it the best I could through the thin fabric. It was very warm down there and getting moist, and I was sure her clit was growing slightly. I must have been doing something right because Cathy was moaning her appreciation. Her hand had now started a rhythmic movement, up, down and twisting around the head of my turgid cock. My copious secretion of precum was making this very easy for her and immensely pleasurable for me. I felt that I was not going to be able to take much more of this, and slipped my hand under the elastic waistband and into her knickers to make better contact with her sensitive parts. She parted her legs a little to give me better access and to my surprise it was very slippery and it felt good just rubbing her from her clit down to her soaking vagina, feeling the silky fabric on the back of my hand. With her free hand, Cathy grabbed at her loose cheesecloth blouse and lifted it up, revealing a perfect braless breast and a pink nipple. "Suck it!" she panted, and needing no further invitation I leaned down and took her hard nipple in my mouth. I played with it using my lips and tongue, swirling it around and occasionally gently nipping it with my teeth as she stroked my hair. She was now thrusting up to my strokes and moaning, then suddenly arched and shook as she called out. "Oh, yes! Don't stop! I'm cumming!" My hand was suddenly drenched with warm liquid and I realised she must have quirted as she orgasmed. It was all so exciting for me as her hand sped up its tempo. I could feel a familiar tingling in my toes which rose up to my groin. This was heightened as Cathy snaked her hand up and gently scratched my nipple through my shirt. I never knew my nipple was so sensitive and the feeling was exquisite and knew I could not hold off much longer. Within seconds I exploded in huge spurts that landed on her hand and thigh. A few moments later we both laughed at our mutually novel experience, and basked in the glow of our new-found relationship. This was the beginning of my summer of sexual discovery.