0 comments/ 24618 views/ 3 favorites The Story of Rina By: black saphire Chapter One My name is Rina. I'm 33 years old and have been married for 7 years now. I am come from a small country in Asia and am of Indian ethnic origin. I am about 5'6" with dark olive skin and long shoulder length black hair. My breasts are 34Bs with large black areolas. My nipples are fairly large and stick out a fair bit. My hips are fairly large at 36 inches and I have a nice tight butt. I haven't really changed from what I looked like when I was younger, except maybe I've put on a little weight. I think however, its weight in all the right places. Anyway, this is the story of my life. Well, my sexual life anyway...... I was brought up in a conservative family, the youngest and the only girl. I have three older brothers and the youngest brother is 6 years older than I am. So you can see there was quite an age gap. As I said, my parents were conservative and also very churchy – everything centred around the church. I guess that's why I was never allowed to date or anything till I was much older. Would you believe I was a virgin till I got married? Well, technically a virgin as my pussy was intact. But I had seen and played with a few cocks before that. I first saw a real cock when I was 19 and finishing high school – or pre-university as we called it. I had a boyfriend then, although my parents didn't know about it. He was a six footer and a bit of a sportsman. Somehow, my parents let me get away with wearing these short skirts to school and I had learnt by now how to waggle my hips and make my skirt sway seductively. I knew a lot of the boys took a fancy to me but I had eyes for only one guy – David. We dated through most of my senior year, if you could call it dating. As I said earlier, I wasn't allowed to date but I managed to sneak out every now and again. We didn't do much except kiss and hold hands at the movies until one day when his parents went overseas for a holiday. We met at school as usual and then went back to his home. It was the first time I had set foot in his house. We just lazed around watching TV, chatting and listening to music. It was while watching TV on the sofa that we started kissing and cuddling. I enjoyed kissing and it never failed to get me wet. While kissing, his hands moved up to my breasts and he slowly unbuttoned my top. I didn't protest but just carried on kissing him. He pulled open my blouse and his hands cupped my breasts under my bra. He tried reaching behind me to unhook the bra but I protested. He then sneaked his hands under my bra cups and touched my nipples. Flames of passion shot threw me and I squirmed. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch and I could feel the hardness straining at his pants. He pulled my bra down over my breasts and this time I didn't protest. My nipples were hard and stiff and my pussy was damp with desire. David leaned over and slowly took one nipple in his mouth. My body tensed as no one had ever done this to me before. He licked first one nipple then the next and they stood out, stiff and erect. David then knelt on the floor, pushing me back against the sofa. He raised my legs and started to pull my panties down. "Don't! We shouldn't be doing this." I blurted out. I knew what he was going to do and I felt conflicting emotions. I was curious about how it would feel, I was worried about whether I was dirty down there and whether the smell would put him off. Most worrisome was the fact that I would eventually have to reciprocate if he licked me. David left my panties on. Instead he pushed the fabric of the crotch to one side. I could feel his hot breath on the most private of my places. I knew I was damp and a lump grew in my throat at what David was about to do. I felt the contact of his tongue on my outer lips - it felt wet and soft. He probed deeper, licking along my slit. I closed my eyes and let his tongue explore my pussy. He licked up and down and my hips started to move toward him. My body jolted as his tongue found the little nub on top of my pussy. Knowing he had hit home, he concentrated his lapping at my clitoris which was fast becoming hard and swollen. My hips continued to push against his face. This was a nice feeling. It wasn't mind-blowing as what my friends had told me, but it was nice. I ground my crotch harder against his face, wanting the release that I knew was fast approaching. There was a warm tingly feeling in the pit of my stomach which seemed to radiate down and centred in my pussy. "Mmmuummph" I moaned as my body responded and a warm release overcame my entire body. I felt tingles in my pussy and I clamped my legs together and pushed him away. I smiled at David as he stood up and I adjusted my panties. David proceeded to unbutton his jeans. I just looked at him, not saying anything. I knew this was against my upbringing, but I felt I had to reciprocate. I was also very curious as well as still turned on by the licking at my private zones. David pulled his jeans down and he was wearing dark blue underpants. Nothing terribly sexy but I had never seen a man in underpants before. His cock was already erect and straining at the fabric. I could see a dark spot where his cock met his underpants. He asked me to undress but I refused. I felt his hand run up my thigh and lightly stroke my pussy. I clamped my thighs together, preventing him from any further access. He again took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel the heat of his cock through the thin fabric of his underpants. I could also feel the wet spot. "Would you like to see it?" he asked I nodded in the affirmative. He raised his ass and slid his underpants off and let them fall to the floor. The sight of his naked cock caused a lurch to go through me. It was maybe 7 inches long but not terrible thick. Of course at that time, I had no idea about size or girth. He was uncircumcised and the head was poking out of his foreskin. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his shaft. It felt hot and alive. "Would you like to taste it?" He asked me. I shook my head, "No". "Come on, I'm so hard for you. Just give it a lick." He said. Not wanting to, but at the same curious and at the same time very horny, I leant over. His smell hit my nostrils – a mix of sweat and something that till today I can only describe as the smell of mans sexuality. It wasn't at all repulsive and quite contrary to that, got my libido piqued. I stuck my tongue out and licked the purplish head. "Mmmmm." David groaned. Emboldened, and not finding the taste bad, I opened my mouth and covered the head, much like I had seen in pictures. That's when I got the first real taste of cock. It was a heady, salty and musky taste. Not at all repulsive but not terribly tasty either. Somehow though, the taste and smell were all giving me a very sexual rush. I swirled my tongue around the head, noticing the his slit was leaking some juices. The juice was extra salty. I carried on nonetheless. David was trying to grope my breasts as I sucked him. "Don't distract me." I said as indeed I did find his groping distracting. I continued sucking and used my hands on his shaft at the same time. I could feel David squirming and moaning as I sucked him and that gave me a real kick. I sucked a little harder now, moving my mouth up and down the length of his shaft. Suddenly I felt his head swell slightly and then a spurt of hot liquid explode in my mouth. I pulled my mouth away but my hand continued to pump on his shaft. I suppose it was just pure animal instinct. I watched as his cock spurted a white liquid in the air. Spurt, Spurt, Spurt. I felt some land on my hair, and then it was all over my hands. It was warm and gooey. I looked up and David and he had a glazed look in his eyes. I hurriedly got up and ran to the bathroom. I washed out my mouth, trying to get the salty, musky taste out. Looking in the mirror, I could see his jism in my hair. There were two streaks of semen that had landed in my black hair. I washed my hands then picked up some tissue and wiped the cum from my hair. I tidied myself up and noticed another strong smell. It was the smell of my pussy – a fruity, fishy odour. My panties were damp and my nipples were still erect. A nice feeling. I went back out to David, who somehow didn't seem so intent on holding me now. We mucked about the house a little more and then went back to school. I returned home that day and quickly washed my hair. My panties had dried out sufficiently but there was a white patch where my crotch was. Chapter Two David and I continued to have oral sex every now and again. More often than not however, it was I sucking him off rather than he going down on me. I needed to be relaxed and comfortable before I could really enjoy someone going down on me. Looking back, I didn't really enjoy him going down on me. I guess I was still consumed by guilt or whatever it was. He used to keep pleading with me to let him fuck me, but I always held out. David left at the end of the year to a college in the USA. I stayed and went to a university about 5 hours from home. That provided me with some much needed freedom. I stayed on campus provided housing. This was a two-room hostel, which I shared with another girl. Jenny was the same age as I was and had a great figure. Long black hair, that she dyed with streaks of brown; a tight butt with no hips at all; large breasts which were firm and poked upwards – even without a bra to support it. She was also very sexual and had lost her virginity at 16. Jenny was a lot of fun and in many ways I lived vicariously through her. She was never short of men hanging around her and she knew how to use her sexuality. She had the best stories about her sexual adventures. Stories that made me get wet between my legs; stories that made me fantasise that I was doing what she was. But the fact of the matter remained – I was a prude, with little sexual experience other than a bit of cock sucking and getting my pussy licked. All this from just one man. Jenn used to make fun of my undies too. Without any malice of course - Jenn didn't have an evil bone in her body. Jenn had the most beautiful undies. Lace bras and lace panties in all sorts of shapes and colours. She even had undies made out of different fabrics. Mine were the normal flesh coloured cotton panties. She used to call them 'Grandmother Panties'. One Friday night, Jenn invited me for a night out on the town with her. I was getting dressed when Jenn sauntered out of the bathroom, with nothing but a towel covering her. She looked at me standing in my flesh coloured panties and bra and let out a whoop. "You are NOT coming out with me in those garments." She said as she ran to her side of the wardrobe. "You gonna where one of your short skirts tonight?" She added, more as an instruction rather than a question. "Yes, I am." I replied. "Good! Show of those hot legs." She said with enthusiasm. She rifled through her wardrobe and fished out a pair of light purple thongs together with a black lace bra. "Here! Wear these!" She said as she threw the undergarments at me. "Don't worry, they're clean!" I picked up the purple thong. It was a cotton lycra mix and was more like a g-string. I put it on and it fit very snugly, the thin material at the back almost cutting into my ass crack but not quite. My untrimmed bush peaked out of the sides of the thong and the crotch cupped my pussy lips firmly. I then put the bra on and the effect was amazing! The bra lifted my tits upward and pushed them together, creating the illusion that I had huge breasts. I loved it! I put on a light blue flared skirt which came up above my knees and a white blouse. You could see the lacy black bra through the white top if you looked hard enough. I felt very sexy and it was even sexier knowing the my undergarments were borrowed. Jenn wore an all black ensemble – a one piece short, tight black dress that accentuated her curves. The dress showed a lot of cleavage and her ample bosoms made for quite a show. "We look like a couple of tarts." I said "That's the idea!" Jenn replied. "Come on, lets go have some fun" One of Jenn's merry men, as we liked to call them, picked us up for the half hour drive into town. The campus was situated near an oil field where there were many 'white boys' – Caucasians from Europe, Australia and even the US. Jenn had often told me about these 'white boys'. How they were easy targets and loved to spend a lot of money. The drive into town was faster than expected and Jenn led me into the night club – a place called The Oilman, no doubt in reference to the petroleum industry that it serviced. It was my first time in a night club, having never been allowed to go clubbing before. The first thing that hit me was the extra loud music and the smoke! The place was covered in thick smoke and everyone seemed to be smoking. Jenn lit up a cigarette herself and passed one to me. "Here, even if you don't smoke, just pretend, it looks cool!" I took the cigarette from her and inhaled slowly. The hot smoke burned my throat and a buzz went to my head, making me feel light headed. I sat next to Jenn and looked around. The place was packed and there were indeed a lot of 'white boys' around. Boys was the wrong term though. Ranging in age from 30 something to really old, these guys were men! Drinks came quickly to our table and I sipped slowly on my Scotch and Soda. Jenn had disappeared onto the dance floor and I was sitting alone, lighting up a fag every now and again and taking slow drags of the cigarette as I watched it burn. "Mind if I join you?" I looked up to see a middle aged 'white boy' standing by our table. I just smiled up at him. He sidled up to me and stuck out a hand "Liam. I work at the oilfields." I introduced myself and we got talking. Seems that Liam came from England and had been working here for about 6 months. He was on a two-year contract with the local petroleum company and was enjoying his 'tour of duty' so far. Liam was 42 years old and a divorcee. His long stints at oil rigs and overseas had placed a stress on his marriage and they had divorced although they were still good friends. "It was a distance thing ya know?" he said in his British accent. I liked the way he spoke and how he looked at me when he was talking. It was as if I was the only person in the room. He had green eyes which sparkled when he laughed. "Care for a dance?" He asked as he stood up and offered me his hand. I reached up and took his hand as he led me to the dance floor. Jenn picked us out on the dance floor and made her way over to where we were bopping along to the sounds of a Madonna number. "Slut! You work fast don't you?" Jenn teased. "He's quite a looker too. Wonder if he has a big schlong!!" "Jenn! Get your mind out of the gutter." I replied laughing "Liam! Meet Jenn, she's my room-mate" Liam shook hands with Jenn and I noticed his eyes darting to her exposed cleavage and then up and down to check her out. I felt jealous. I knew I didn't come close to matching Jenn in the looks or the sex department. "Nice meeting you Liam. Have fun now, you two. See you later!" Jenn yelled out as she moved away a bit. Liam continued to look at Jenn's butt as she moved away but quickly refocused on me. I think he realised I has seen him watching her and he smiled sheepishly at me. He pulled me to him as the song changed to REO Speedwagon's 'Cant fight this feeling'. I nestled my head onto his broad shoulders. He was 6 feet 2 inches tall, and even in my heels, I only came up to his shoulders. I could smell his cologne mixed with his sweat and the smoke smell that seemed to be everywhere. I felt his hands circling my hips and pulling my closer to him. My breasts were pressing against his chest and I could feel his hands now under my ass, pulling them forward ever so lightly. He was kissing my hair softly and now squeezing my ass as he did so. I didn't stop him. It was nice having the attentions of an older man. A real man, a man who knew how to treat a lady. I swirled my hips provocatively against him. I knew I was being a tease; a slut, but I didn't care. I could feel his cock growing and pressing against me the more I rubbed up against him. It gave me a feeling of power to know how easy it was to arouse men. I could feel him lightly kissing my ears and I looked up at him as his lips came crashing down over mine. I kissed him back passionately, sucking on his lower lip. I felt his tongue sneak its way past my lips and lick the inside top of my mouth. I didn't really like 'french kissing, but I twirled my tongue with him anyway. He seemed to like it as he sucked on my tongue as his hands rubbed up and down my ass. Liam grabbed my hand and led me back to the table. We sat at the table and continued kissing. His hands were groping my butt and teasing my thighs but he was being very gentlemanly, not trying to grope my breasts or even move his hand up my skirt. I liked that respect and I kissed him back eagerly. If I haven't said this before, I love kissing. I find it very erotic and its something I like to do. I'm also really good at it. "Wanna come over to my place for a drink?" Liam asked suddenly. "Umm, I don't know. I came with Jenn." I said hesitantly. "Well, go find her and tell her. I can take drop you back later." I looked for Jenn and told her my plans. She told me to be careful and then went back to having a good time herself. I left with Liam, butterflies in my tummy at my daring. I hardly knew this guy and I was going home with him. What was he expecting? Liam guided me to his car, a nice BMW with leather seats. In no time, we were back at his apartment block. He led me up the elevator and into his apartment. It was spacious and luxurious. "Have a seat." He said as he went to fix some drinks. I sat down in the plush leather sofa. There was a huge television screen, with speakers on either side. I walked up to the TV set and looked in awe. "That's my home theatre system. Hooked up to my hi-fi set so you practically get cinema quality in here." Liam explained as he passed me a red wine. He took my hand again and led me back to the sofa. "Your very pretty." He said to me as we clinked glasses. "Thanks, but I'm really not." "I've never understood why women always think so lowly of themselves." He said back at me, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on mine. "I love your dark skin, so smooth and the colour of chocolate. There isn't a single spot or blemish on it" "And your hair, such a deep jet black. Perfectly sets of your face." He continued as he gently stroked my hair and my face. I was getting lost in his sweet talk. It was nice being looked upon as beautiful. It was nice to have someone find me so attractive, even more an older man who had obviously been around and had his share of women. He took me in his arms and kissed me, pushing me back a little on to the arm of the sofa. His mouth moved lower and kissed my neck and my ears. His tongue snaked out and licked my earlobe and then down to my neck. I moaned and pulled him closer to me. His kisses were like hot rain on my neck and my pussy was creaming. "I want you." He said hoarsely. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know if he meant it lovingly or if he wanted to take me, to shove his cock into me. My body was aflame with desire, my nipples were stiff peaks and my pussy was flowing. I could feel my own wetness. He pulled me up and led me to his room, gently pushing me on to his bed. I was thankful that Jenn had made me wear her sexy knickers. I would have been so embarrassed if he had seen my large cotton ones. Liam continued to kiss me, his hands working on my back as he did so. He unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off me, exposing my black lace bra. He kissed my neck again, working his way downward till his mouth was kissing the top of the breasts. His hands snaked behind me and undid the zip of my skirt. He pulled it down and I lifted my ass off of the bed to let him take it off. I was in my panties and bra now. The most naked I had been with any man. I don't know why I was letting him do this, I was just turned on and I guess it was the thought of him being older and experienced. The Story of Rina "Mmmmmm. Nice panties!" Liam said appreciatively. I was about to mention that they weren't mine but thought better of it. He took me in his arms again and started kissing me and fondling my tits with his hands. As he fondled me, he took off his shirt and somehow his pants came off too. It felt so much better with bare skin touching bare skin. He was so gentle and passionate, kissing me everywhere. His hand deftly unclasped my bra and my tits were now naked. His mouth engulfed one of my nipples as his hands kneaded on them. He pushed me back on my back and I rested my head on a pillow. "Such lovely breasts." He said as he looked at me lying on his bed. He was still in his underpants but I could see his cock was big. He reached up and pulled my panties off. I knew I should stop him but I didn't want to seem a prude or inexperienced. I decided to just go with the flow. I suppose the alcohol had reduced my inhibitions a little too. "Oh god! What a pretty pussy!" Liam said. I didn't think my pussy was pretty, especially since it wasn't trimmed. "I love a woman with a lot of hair," he continued. So that was it, I thought. He does find it attractive. And he had called me a woman! Not a girl but a woman! I guess that's the difference between men and boys I thought. David would never call me a woman, I was still a girl to him. I wonder how he's doing in the US. Wonder if he is...... "Ooohhh!" My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Liam's tongue on my pussy. It was electrifying! He licked from the bottom of my pussy right up the vulva to the clit and then back again. Good God! This was amazing! My body tingled and a growl came to my throat. My back arched and my legs twisted around his head. His licking was driving me crazy and every now and again his tongue dipped lightly into my virgin hole. "Oh God, lick it, lick me." I screamed, surprising even myself at my vocal outburst. My hips thrust harder against his face as his tongue continued to lap up, down and in the folds of my vulva. The twitches of an orgasm started in my tummy and this time in the depths of my pussy too. My back arched high as my thighs tensed and trembled and a powerful orgasm shook my body. I bit my lip to stop from crying out and I bucked my hips again as I came down from the throes of passion. Liam stood up and looked down at me. I could see his mouth and face covered with my juices. It didn't seem to bother him that my juices were all over his face. He left me lying on the bed, as he lowered his underwear. His cock sprang out majestically. I could see the blue veins running along his thick shaft and then disappearing into a thick red head. There was no foreskin on his cock and I could see some liquid collecting at the slit on his head. He walked over to the bedside table and took out a condom package. "No, I cant!" I yelled. Liam turned round to look at me, his face wearing a puzzled expression. He sat on the bed and put his arm around me. "What's wrong baby?" he asked gently "Let me suck you!" I pleaded. Liam put the unopened condom away and walked back to the edge of the bed. He leaned between my legs and licked me again. My body jerked in response. He licked again gently up and down as I mewled. I felt his fingers parting my pussy lips and then I felt him slowly inserting it in until I felt pain. He was pressing on my virgin hymen. "Unnhh" I protested. Liam withdrew his fingers and came up to me. "Why didn't you say something? Theres nothing wrong with being a virgin." He said kindly. "Uh, I-I guess I was embarrassed." I replied. "I don't want to do anything you don't want to." Liam said. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I led you on." I said weakly. "Oh no! Nothing to be sorry about. That was probably the sweetest pussy I've eaten in a long time!" Liam said. Liam knew how to make a woman feel. I smiled and reached for his cock. After that pussy licking I was going to give him a sucking he wouldn't forget quickly. I got off the bed and knelt on the floor as I had seen in many pictures. Jenn had also told me that men liked the idea of a 'wench on her knees'. I pulled his cock into my mouth and sucked. I tickled his balls and massaged the base of his cock as I fucked my mouth with his long hard cock. Looked up at him as I sucked him and I could see the lust and desire in his eyes. "Suck, suck it hard." "Fuck my cock with your mouth" "Damn you're a fine cocksucker" "Suck, it...yeah...yeah...suck...or shit...suck" I felt him pull my head toward his hips and his cock hit the back of my throat. Instinctively I opened my throat and his cock slipped past my gag reflex. I felt his cock throb and start to spurt. His cock spurted deep in my throat all the way down to my stomach. I kept my throat open, fighting the feeling of pulling away. Slowly, I felt his cock shrink and I could close my throat again. "Hot Damn Rina!" Said Liam. "That was great!" I looked up at Liam and smiled, watching his shrinking cock as he pulled out of my mouth. I got up and looked for my clothes. I pulled on my panties and my bra. I could feel how wet the panties were and how wet I still was. I quickly dressed, putting all my clothes back on. Liam had dressed by this stage too. I walked over to him, gave him a peck on the cheek and said, "Take me home now please?" Chapter 3 It was just past three when I got back to my room. I couldn't believe I had sucked off a guy that I had just met. Or even let him go down on me. Still, it had felt good and I decided not to dwell too much on the morals at hand. My panties were still wet and I finally realised what the oft-used saying meant when people used to say "she had such a good time her panties stuck to the wall." My panties were so sticky now, that I was sure they would stick to the wall. So many things were making sense to me now, especially sexually. Jenn still wasn't home yet so I changed into my jammies and slipped into bed. I continued to see Liam for a few months. It was nice having someone older to take you out. Money was never a problem and even just hanging out at his apartment was fun. His apartment was so much more luxurious than my hostel and it was just nice to savour the small luxuries like thick towels, nice satin sheets and good food Liam also had a vast collection of pornographic videos. I had never watched porn flicks before and I guess this was also part of my sexual evolution. At first, I didn't get anything out of them. It seemed obscene and somehow unreal. Liam taught me to just watch it without analysing it. I guess that approach worked as I would get super turned on watching these videos. I would fantasise that the woman on the screen was me and my pussy would get so wet. Liam loved to be sucked as he watched the videos and we would spend many an evening getting ourselves worked up by watching the videos and then sucking each other silly. There were other times when we just curled up on the sofa and watched a porn flick, gently stimulating each other for a few hours till we both were begging for release. I learnt a lot about sex from those videos. These were the nice things about dating Liam. And of course his tongue! Oh! He was fabulous at sucking my pussy and making me cum. I now completely understood what my girlfriends had said about 'going to heaven and back' when a man licks you. Liam was experienced and knew how to lick a woman. He knew how to lick me and make me cum for hours on end. The best part about Liam was that he never forced himself on me. He understood my desire to stay a virgin and he was quite satisfied with my cock-sucking skills. Evidently I had turned out to be quite good at it! There was this once though when he had just finished sucking me. "Oh more, more. I want more." I said. "Let me fuck you." Pleaded Liam. "Please, you know how I feel about that." I replied. "Oh just let me put it in, I wont put it all the way. I won't break your hymen." He said. I nodded my ascent as Liam pulled down his shorts. I must admit that his cock was magnificent. It stuck out proudly out of his flat stomach. I loved the way his blue veins traced patterns around his shaft. He moved to the edge of the bed and pulled my legs apart. Slowly I could feel him rubbing his cock up and down my slit. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hard bulbous head rubbing against my pussy lips. He continued rubbing up and down the slit, hitting my clitoris every so often. My hips lifted as he rubbed me. Then I felt him at the entrance of my pussy. I tensed slightly as I felt him pushing in. "No! Don't fuck me." I cried out. "I wont, I wont. I'll just put it in." he said. I could hear the lust in his voice as he continued pushing gently forward. I felt his cock hit my hymen and I tensed again. I felt him pressing forward. "Nooo!" I shrieked both in pain and in the realisation that he was trying to fuck me. "I'm not going further. I'm not!" Liam protested. I felt him pull back and then just slide his cock up and down my slit again. I relaxed as he continued just stroking up and down my slit and against my clit. It felt good. Not as good as being licked, but it still felt good. I was juicing and the more I juiced the easier it became for Liam to slide his cock up and down. I heard him moaning and then felt a hot liquid spurt over my pussy and some on my tummy. Liam reached over and rubbed his hot semen into my tummy skin and then picked up a towel and wiped me dry. "That was kinda nice." I said. "But I thought you were gonna break your promise and fuck me. I was so afraid." "I wouldn't lie to you Rina." Liam said. "You should learn to trust me little girl." It was the first time Liam had called me a little girl. I suppose that for the first time I realised, that compared to him, I was just that. He was more than 20 years older than I was – old enough to be my father really. He probably needed someone who would fuck him and not just suck his cock. He probably had someone who fucked him and I was just someone to pass the spare time with. Whatever it was, I liked the relationship that we shared. His apartment was a place for me to escape to and a place where I could get my sexual fix. No matter how little it was. He never tried to fuck me again. We still spent a lot of time together and he sucked me and I sucked him each time. I am still convinced to this day that if I hadn't had yelled out when I did, his huge cock would have sliced right into me and I'd have been given the fucking of my life. I also know that if that had happened, my sex life would have been different from that day onwards and probably even so today. But that was the choice that I made and I have no regrets. My relationship with Liam ended when he was posted to Indonesia. He insisted that I didn't see him off at the airport and I kinda figured it was because there would be some other woman there to cry and give him wet kisses. A real woman probably, someone who had really fucked him and satisfied his sexual needs. Still, he told me that he enjoyed our time together and he gave me his forwarding address as well as his address in the UK. We had a lot of fun together and I got a lot of nice stuff from him. Mostly it was bra's and panties' and I now had a full new set of sexy undies! No more 'grandmother' panties of which Jenn was very proud of me. The last night with Liam, I wore Jenn's purple thong – the one I had worn the first night we had met. We sat cuddled on the sofa, kissing each other and groping the whole night. After he had sucked me to a final mindblowing orgasm, I gave him my soaked panties to remember me by. I never saw or heard from Liam ever again. Chapter 4 After Liam had left, I was kinda depressed for a while. I had gotten used to an older mans attention and the younger boys at university just didn't match up. I hardly went out anymore and Jenn was getting irritated with me. Jenn was a really good friend and she hated seeing me so down. She sat me down one day and asked me what was wrong with me. To be honest, I hadn't figured out if what I really missed about Liam. I wasn't sure if I missed his company or if I missed his lovely apartment or maybe it was just that I missed his lovely cock. Anyway, it wasn't much later that I soon got over him and Jenn and I resumed our Friday night sessions. A few more clubs had mushroomed and it was fun meeting new people again. I let many guys have a grope here and there but I never went back with them on the first night. No one seemed to have piqued my interest or was gentlemanly enough like Liam was. One Friday, we had gone to The Oilman as usual. It was a fairly quiet night and not too many people around. Jenn was sitting at the bar and had her usual bevy of guys around her; I sat at the table, facing the bar and Jenn could see me. I sat alone, sipping my drink and inhaling on my cigarrete when I crossed my legs. This brought Jenn running over. "Hey! Your panties glow when you cross your legs!" She said, giggling away. "What? What do you mean?" I asked. "Exactly what I said! Your panties glow!" She reiterated. I was wearing a black short skirt, black sleeveless blouse and matching white lace bra and panties. Apparently, when the light hit my undies, they glowed as if they were fluorescent. This was caused by the black light – which is what was all over the club. "Don't you know better than to wear brilliant white in a club?" asked Jenn. "Or maybe you did it on purpose?!" She giggled. I didnt answer but just crossed my legs again and this time did it a little slow. I could see the guys at the bar staring at me. Well, not at me but at my panties. I uncrossed my legs and placed them with my knees together. Then I brought the cigarette to my lips and inhaled slowly. As I exhaled, I opened my legs wide, giving them a clear view of my panties. Jenn was back at the bar and she was in hysterics as she watched me. I played this game for a little while longer deciding it was time to go home. It was just something to do and it kinda made me feel hot. But nothing came out of it. I got home and realised I was really tired so I changed out of my clubbing outfit and into my jammies and went straight to bed. When I woke, Jenn was out. She had obviously come home before going back out as the clothes she was wearing last night were draped on her bed. I jumped into the shower and washed my hair, getting the smell of smoke out of my hair as well as my skin. I then changed into a tracksuit and decided to go for a run. I looked good in a tracksuit. The pants covered my ample hips and accentuated my tight butt. The crotch of the tracksuit was sufficiently tight to show the vee of my crotch as I walked. I jogged out the dorm and on toward the field. Lots of the students went to the field on Saturday, either to socialise or play football or sometimes hockey. It was a good half hour jog and barely 5 minutes after I started running, my thighs started to ache. I realised, after a while, that I hadn't had any sex since Liam left and my thighs must be out of shape! I slowed my jog down to a trot, contemplating whether I should turn back. Just then Rob came up on his motorbike. A lot of students on campus used motorcycles. They were fairly cheap and easy to ride. They weren't the big bikes you normally see. These were 70 to 100cc bikes, very low powered and easy to handle. Rob had probably noticed me struggling. "Where to Rina?" he asked. "Was thinking of going to the field" She replied. "But my legs seem to be giving out" "Wanna ride?" he offered "I've never been on one of these things. Is it safe?" She asked. "Of course silly," Rob replied. "Just hop on, and hold on" I climbed aboard his Suzuki bike and held on to the small belt across the seat. Rob turned the throttle and the bike lurched forward. I lost my balance and was almost thrown off. "Hold on to me!" yelled Rob over the sound of the bike. I quickly wrapped my arms around his waist as the bike sped off. After a little while, I got used to the motion of the bike and found that is was quite steady. Every time Rob changed gears however, she felt a deep vibration coming from the bike that worked its way up and into the seat. It was a little ticklish and unnerving but other than that the bike was fine. Rob expertly manoeuvred the bike along the roads. He was fast approaching the long hill that led up to the field. He shifted his gears down to a low gear and started up the hill. I felt it as soon as the bike started up the hill. The engine was revving strongly and the seat of the bike started to vibrate strongly. The vibration went right up to my pussy and I tried to shift my weight more on to my butt. I didn't succeed, as I had to lean forward to help balance the bike. The full force of the vibration hit my clit and I could only be thankful that I was wearing thick track pants. I held on tightly to Rob as the bike went further up the hill. My pussy was dripping with the stimulus and I squeezed my thighs harder on the chair. My body rocked with a mini orgasm just as the bike reached the top of the hill. I was out of breath and panting and was now afraid that there would be a dark spot around my crotch. I couldn't go to the field with a wet patch on my track pants!! I leaned forward and yelled in Rob's ear that my stomach was suddenly not feeling well and would he mind sending me back to my room. Rob gestured okay and he quickly turned the motorcycle around. The ride back was much smoother with little or no vibration and I realised it only happened when the bike was going uphill. Rob returned me to my hostel and I quickly jumped off and ran into my room. As soon as I got in I looked at myself. I was right! There was a dark patch just at the crotch area. My pussy had been so turned on by the vibrations that it had leaked so much juice into my crotch area. I pulled of my track pants and touched my panties. They were soaked! I went into the bathroom and pulled of my panties. I reached down to touch my pussy and it was dripping wet. My juices were dripping from my cunt and running all over my thighs. I had no idea the motorcycle ride had set me off so good. The fact that my pussy was so turned on excited me even more. I sat on the toilet bowl and placed on leg on the edge of the shower screen. My fingers moved to my pussy and cupped it. I rubbed the outside of my pussy with my hands as my feelings of lust continued to rise. I spread my legs wider and my pussy lips opened. My fingers seeked out the sensitive bud of my clitoris and I gasped as the electric tingles shot through me. I ran my finger through my wet slit, gathering the moisture there and then rubbing my clit with my wet finger. My other hand moved to my left breast and I started squeezing my breast softly, every now and again running my fingers across my stiff nipple. I licked my lips, pretending that I was being sucked as my fingers traced along my clitoris and up and down my vulva. My stomach was tensing partly due to the position I was in and partly due to the ecstasy building in me. I was going to cum and I started to rub myself harder. My fingers were pinching my nipples and there was an ache in my pussy – as if it needed to be filled. I rubbed harder and faster as my breath became raspy and I craved the release of an orgasm. It finally came and I arched my back off the toilet seat as my breath hissed out of me. It was a satisfying cum but not the same as when I was being licked. Still, this was the first time I had touched myself. It was the first time I had made myself cum. This was the start of my own masturbation sessions; each time I needed a quick release. Oh, and I often took motorcycle rides from Rob and whoever else offered. That was another sure way for me to cum hard. Chapter 5 The Story of Rina The rest of my university life was pretty uneventful. Jenn and I remained roommates the entire time and are still firm friends till today. I went out with a few guys but never went further than sucking their cocks and getting my pussy licked. Even with this limited exposure I continued to learn things. I learnt that not all guys like to lick pussy and when I encountered these guys, I just jerked them off. I learnt that each cock was different both in size, taste and smell. I learnt that each guys cum tasted different; some were salty, some were sweetish and some even bitter. Jenn told me that the taste depended a lot on what the guys ate. I continued playing with my pussy and learnt how to stroke myself as I sucked a guy off. The satisfaction of bringing myself to orgasm as a hot cock shot its spunk into my mouth was great. I didn't always swallow cum. There were times when it felt right to swallow and other times when I just pulled myself off and ran straight to the sink to spit it out. It was hard to explain why I swallowed some of the time and didn't at others. David used to come home at the end of every year for about a month. We would carry on like boyfriend and girlfriend although I never told him about Liam. I didn't tell him about all the other cocks I had sucked or the mouths that had licked my pussy to orgasm. He didn't tell me anything about any of his activities either and I didn't ask. I'm quite sure though that he was plunging his cock into the wet holes of blondes, brunettes and other American girls. Graduation came and went. This was me, Rina, with a B.A. at the back of my name now. A bunch of us had a wild party and got really drunk. Then it was time to say goodbye to friends who had shared our lives for 4 years. It was particularly difficult saying goodbye to Jenn. Having been with her every day for 4 years it was going to be hard not seeing her regularly. Especially since she lived in another state. But as I said, we've kept in touch till today. What was even more difficult was moving back home. My freedom was over now and my parents were back in control. I dreaded doing my laundry the very first week I was home. Mom would see all my frilly, lacy knickers and bra's hanging out to dry and I wasn't sure what she would say. I had to stop smoking as well. It was fortunate that I didn't smoke regularly – just when I was going out clubbing. I enjoyed a smoke sometimes after I touched myself but I couldn't do that at home anymore. When I did do my laundry, the contrast on the clothes line was quite drastic! I never really realised that I had so many coloured underwear. Alongside the big, large cotton panties my mother wore, it really looked like I was a slut. As I expected, she had some nasty things to say. Along the lines that nice girls didn't wear such knickers. I just looked down as she scolded me. The next thing I knew, she had installed a clothes line at the covered area at the back of the house. "We don't want the neighbours seeing what indecent underwear you have." She had explained. I often wondered if my brothers used to get turned on by my knickers. Jenn had told me once how she had seen her younger brother sniffing at her knickers. I didn't know if she was kidding then but I could see it happening. Anyway, I took to washing my knickers each day now and hanging them in my room to dry. The 4 years at university had been good to me. I was 23 now and my tits had swelled out to 34Bs. They used to be just about 30A so it was welcome now that I didn't have to wear such padded bras. Tight tops made my boobs look bigger than they were too! I still had a flat stomach and my legs had become a bit more muscular and toned. No longer those sticks that used to poke out of my body. I started looking for a job and attending interviews. I would notice that the men would be a bit more polite and open if I wore a short skirt or a blouse that showed a hint of cleavage. That set the tone for my dressing when I started work. Mom of course didn't approve but I told her it was the 'corporate look'. There were times when I would wear a sweater or a jacket over a tight blouse and remove it as soon as I got to work. It was a case of having to cover myself up at home but flaunt it outside! I loved wearing hose too. It made my legs look so silky and smooth and I loved the feel of them too. Only problem was that it made me sweat a lot in my crotch area. It was kind off a nice feeling too as sometimes I didn't know if it was sweat or if I was just wet from my pussy. It was about a year after I started working that I met Dean. He was Asian Indian too and had studied in Britain. Dean was 6 years older than me. He was 5'10", rather dark and with short cropped hair. He had broad shoulders and the cutest butt. I liked him the first time I met him and my heart pounded as I thought of him when I went to sleep at night. We started dating and he would meet me after work for dinner. I played the part of a hardworking young executive to my parents who thought I was working late when in actual fact I was being wined and dined by Dean. I fell in love with Dean. I was honest with him. I told him about my parents and how conservative they were. I told him how I was still a virgin. He took it all in and it didn't seem to matter to him. I told him I had experienced my pussy being sucked and that I had sucked some cock, but that was only because he asked. I left out certain parts though. I didn't go into detail about Liam, I just said I had 'hung around' with an older guy. I didn't tell him about touching myself or my motorcycle cums. I didn't tell him I had sucked cock more than a few times. Dean told me about his past too. He had been around and was not a virgin. He had been with 5 women he said. It bothered me that he had fucked and sucked other pussies, but I figure that's how most people live their lives. I guess I was the conservative and inexperienced one. Dean was a real gentleman too. He was very polite and a had a great personality. He got along great with my friends and they all said he was so charming. In fact, he literally charmed the pants off me! One Saturday, when I had just got to work, Dean called to say he was picking me up for lunch. He took me to his apartment where he had cooked for me. Yes! He cooks too. He had bought me a bouquet of roses as well. "They're lovely." I gushed. "But you know I cant take these back home." "That's okay." He replied, always understanding. "But I really think you need to stand up to your parents." I didn't argue. I knew he was right, but it was just so difficult. They didn't seem to understand anything about how she wanted to live her life. It was just easier this way. The meal cooked by Dean was lovely. Lots of salads, which I love, and a nice lasagne. We finished our lunch with a fruit tartlet which he had made as well. He led me to the lounge and seated my in the sofa while he put on some music. He had a fondness for Anita Baker and her soulful music was nice and relaxing. We sat on the sofa cuddling and kissing. Dean had lovely muscular arms and I felt so safe in them. "Do you realise this is the first time I have you to myself?" He remarked. I murmured an acknowledgement. It was true. We were always meeting somewhere for dinner or a movie. We had kissed and cuddled in the car and at the movies but we had never spent any time together alone. Like this. Dean's kisses became more passionate. He was a really good kisser and I had often gone home after a date with him with my panties soaking. I've said before that good kissing always got me turned on – wet and ready. I snuggled closer against him, responding to his kisses. His hands found my breasts and I didn't resist. He unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it of my shoulders, all the while still kissing me. His hands kneaded my back and my head arched upwards toward him, drawing his mouth harder on to mine. His mouth moved downward, kissing my neck, lower, lower, then the tops of my breasts. Somehow he had unclasped my bra and the cups fell away as he moved his lips over my nipples. He lightly brushed them with his tongue and my nipples reacted stiffly. His hands were still massaging my back and he moved lower. I was moaning softly, wanting him to take me, to make me his. He moved lower still, kissing me on my stomach as he moved down. My body tingled with his kisses. He kissed all over my tummy as his hands reached under me to my buttocks. I was wearing loose linen pants and his hands were now clasping my buttocks. Still kissing and licking my tummy, he raised my buttocks up and tugged my pants down. My head was turned up and resting on the arm of the chair. I felt my pants being pulled of me and I helped by moving my feet. My bra was sort off hanging under my breasts and my shirt was wide open. And I only had my black lace panties on underneath. Dean turned away from me and I was looking at his back. He gently picked one foot up and started massaging it. He pressed my feet and then worked upward along my calves and my thigh, stopping at the vee of my crotch. He then repeated the process. I went weak. I had never had my legs massaged before, and it was doing wonders to stir up my already heated pussy. He grabbed both of my feet and massaged them at the same time, working both his hands up again to my thighs. Then he turned around and looked straight at me. Chapter 6 Dean's eyes locked with mine as his hands continued to massage my thighs. I tried to maintain my composure but I knew that my mouth was open and my tongue resting on my lower lip. Dean just continued to look at me deeply, not smirking or in any way making me feel uncomfortable. I felt his hands now on my inner thigh, right along the vee where thighs met crotch. He moved his hands in contra circles around my crotch – his right hand moving clockwise and his left moving counter clockwise. This caused my pussy lips to squeeze together and then open up like a flower. I could smell myself as he continued moving his hands round and round. I knew he could smell me too as his eyes took on a slightly glazed and lust filled look. I could feel my pussy lips opening and contracting. I could feel my juices leaking around the sides of my lips and I wondered just how much juice there was there. Dean's rotating motion suddenly stopped and I watched him get off the sofa. He knelt on the floor and positioned my legs toward him. I watched as he moved closer to my steaming pussy and I could feel his hot breath on my thighs. I closed my eyes and waited in anticipation as I felt his breathing get closer and hotter. "Ooohhh!!" There it was! His tongue snaked along my pussy lips and my body trembled in response. This was what I had been waiting for! His tongue was soft and hot and it swirled around my gash and up to my clit. When he reached my nub, his tongue licked in circles and his hands massaged my buttocks. I was going wild with passion. This guy new how to suck pussy even better than Liam did!! He licked along my folds again, then up to my clit, then back along my folds. He dipped in deeper as if trying to tongue fuck me. I was gushing juices as he continued to lick at my slit. His mouth fastened on to my lips and he sucked in as he licked. I lost it then and then and started thrashing around. My hand flew to my mouth as I stifled a scream. "Nyaaahhh." I cried out as my hips thrusted up and down. He stopped licking but kept his mouth fastened to my pussy, drinking in my juices. He let me come down from that high and just as I though he was going to move away, he started licking again. My God! He wanted to lick me some more. This was too good to be true. Dean continued to lick expertly at my pussy. I just closed my eyes and luxuriated in the splendour happening between my thighs. As he licked me, I felt the familiar ache in my tummy as an orgasm approached. Suddenly, Dean's fingers were on my nipples. He pulled on them and pinched them lightly and I felt as if someone had turned on a fired deep in my pussy. He started to flick his fingers against my nipples. The buds were hard and erect but he continued flicking them, almost scratching them and my body went crazy with lust. "Awww, Ahhhh!" "Gonna cum, make me cum. Don't stop!" "God its so good. More, more. Lick it!" I was delirious with orgasmic passion. My ass heaved off the sofa and thrust itself into Dean's face. His fingers continued to tease my nipples and I came so hard. I clamped my thighs around his head and shoved my crotch right up into his face. I could feel his nose jamming into my clit. Wave after wave of a most powerful orgasm washed over me. I kept my legs pressed into his face for what seemed like ages before I finally relaxed and let my legs fall back onto the sofa. My body was tingling. I prepared myself to suck Dean's cock as I knew his balls must have been busting. But his pants remained zipped up. Ever the perfect gentleman! My head was still blurry and I was thankful I didn't have to suck him off then. I was more than happy to lay on the sofa and wallow in my post orgasmic state. Dean wiped his mouth on his sleeve and reached up to kiss me. There was a dark smear on his upper sleeve now that told me how much I must have juiced. I could smell myself on his mouth as he neared me and although I really didn't want to taste my own juices on him, I kinda felt I couldn't turn away. Not after that magnificent sucking he had given me. So I kissed him. A deep passionate kiss that reverberated down my spine and set of another series of tingles in my pussy. This man really knew how to use his mouth! His kisses just set me off! We lay on the sofa kissing and cuddling. I could feel his cock pressed hard against my thigh. I longed to see it. I wanted to see what kind of cock he had. I played with it through the material of his jeans. Really though, the jeans were too thick and I couldn't really feel it or touch it. As we continued kissing, I pushed my fingers down the front of his jeans. I think he knew what I wanted as he reached one hand down and unbuttoned his fly. My hand found the band of his underwear and I slipped my hand underneath. I found his cock, a hot mass of pulsing flesh. I had to see this. Still holding his cock, I pushed myself off the sofa and knelt on the floor. Dean moved to sit up and somehow managed to pull his jeans off one leg too. I looked up into Dean's dark eyes and felt a flutter in my heart. I wanted to suck him and not just for sex. I wanted to please him in a way I had never wanted to before. Maybe this was what sex was like when you were in love. I bent down and kissed his balls. His cock was hard and upright. It definitely wasn't the largest cock I had seen, but it was still a nice cock. It had a nice thickness to it and was about 5 inches long. He was circumcised and I must say it was a handsome cock. So firm and with a slight curve. The head was a deep purple and the skin around his shaft and balls was a deep black. So much darker than the skin on his body and face. You might even say his cock looked like a Black Man's cock – in colour at least. I pumped my fist up and down his shaft a few times as Dean groaned. A drop of pre-cum gathered at the cock slit and I licked it urgently. It was lightly salty. I covered his glans with my mouth and slowly swallowed it. With my mouth almost at the base of his shaft, I worked my tongue all over his head and up and down his shaft. I moved my hands to his balls and started to massage them. I could hear him moaning as I applied more pressure to his balls. I raised my eyes every now and again to look at his eyes as I sucked him. His face was a mix of pleasure and sensual grace. It gave me a huge turn on to look at him as I sucked on his cock. Pure erotic pleasure. My hands on his balls felt them tighten and I knew he was going to cum soon. I tightened my mouth about his shaft and fucked his cock with my mouth. Up and down my mouth went producing a slurping sound as I sucked and mouth fucked him. Slurp Slurp. Slurp. I was enjoying this cock sucking and the evidence was in my pussy which was getting wet again. So wet. I sucked harder and harder, dreaming that my mouth was my pussy. "Mmmmuuunnhh." Dean groaned as I felt his thick gooey cum hit the back of my throat. He continued spurting load after load. It was as if he was made of cum. The cock just didn't stop throbbing and spitting out its load. I felt as if I was going to choke on his cum but finally the pulsing subsided and I swallowed hard. I kept my mouth fastened hard on his cock as I pulled away with a loud smacking sound. I must say I enjoyed swallowing his hot cum and feeling it land in my tummy. I sucked Dean off many more time after that and always enjoyed it immensely. Chapter 7 We finally decided to get married! I broke the news to my parents that I was in love with Dean and it certainly wasn't smooth sailing. They had so many things to say about him. They knew that he had had a few girlfriends and that seemed to work against him. I told you my parents were conservative! They would probably have died had they known about my own sexual exploits. Anyway, they finally came round to it and accepted Dean as their future son. Our wedding day was set and I was ecstatic. He was all that I had dreamed off. Well maybe not. He was good looking but perhaps not as handsome as the guy I had always imagined I would marry. Everything else was great. The best thing about him was his personality. He had a way of making me laugh and making everything seem alright. Bottom line was that I loved him. The lead up to the wedding was kind of stressful but everything worked itself out. Finally the wedding day arrived. We had a small church wedding attended by close friends and relatives. I wore a white gown with beige trimmings and I felt so beautiful. Dean looked splendid in his Black Tuxedo with a maroon tie. Jenn came down for the wedding and she was my maid of honour. She looked great in a low cut red dress which showed her figure off perfectly. Her dress had a long slit at the side, giving a great few of her long smooth legs. This was the first time Dean had met Jenn and I noticed the looks he gave her. "He's gorgeous!" Screamed Jenn in my ear. "You never told me he was so hot. Your lucky I didn't find him before you did." "Yeah, you'd have wagged that hot pussy about and he wouldn't have been able to resist." I replied, only half in jest. "No one can resist this pussy babe! So don't feel bad!" She laughed as she gave me a hug. "I'm so happy for you. Congratulations!" The ceremony began and before long, the words I had been waiting to hear for so long came ringing out. "I now pronounce you man and wife." The priest said and Dean leaned down and gave me a deep kiss on my mouth. I was sort of embarrassed by his show of love in church but at the same time it made my knees week. We were married!! We had a dinner reception in a leading hotel not far away and there was a lot of food and drink. Dean drank quite a bit, again much to my parents chagrin, but I don't think he cared anymore. I went upstairs to change mid-way through the reception as was the tradition. Alone in our room, I dressed for my new husband. I wore a padded blue bra and matching lace blue panties. I had to wear a sanitary pad as my period was nearing its end but I was still spotting. A light blue evening dress finished off my look. I walked back downstairs and started to feel nervous. In another few hours, I would be lying on my back taking Dean's cock in my virgin pussy. I was filled with anticipation and dread at the same time. Anticipation that was making my pussy wet and dreading the pain that I knew I would feel. The reception soon ended and Dean led me upstairs. My heart was pounding and I was glad for the few drinks I had consumed. Dean opened the door and lifted my into our bridal chamber. He kissed me long and hard as I held my arms about his neck. He placed me on the bed and wasted no time in pulling the zip off my dress. I kicked off my shoes as he peeled the dress off me.