Never Satisfied

About 3 years ago at around age 19 I went to stay with my boyfriend in the country during a hot summer. He lived in a small cottage far away from any township in a region that harvested gr**es for wine. The only signs of civilization around were the luscious gr**e vines and a few growers.

For a week we stayed virtually locked away doing little more than the bare essentials as our time was spent having the hottest sex imaginable. I’d loved sex from the moment he’d first fucked me, and being 10 years older than I, he really knew how to pleasure me, but every day it was like I was becoming more addicted to being fucked hard and rough, and my guy loved giving it to me. Sometimes during the night we romantically made love, but during waking hours it was wild, hard fucking where he’d pull back my long black hair from behind and ride me hard and rough until I came with orgasms rolling one into another. I couldn’t get enough! Even when he was exhausted I still wanted more so he’d have me lay on top of his body, grabbing my breasts and pinching my nipples until he’d finally thrust a huge glass dildo up my drenching wet pussy. Hard and fast, pleasure mixed with a little pain because the dildo was a bit big for me, but I wanted it that way. I needed to feel completely filled up.

During the second week my guy had to go back to work for a couple of days. We fucked twice in the morning before he left, but oh I was still wanting more. I kissed him passionately goodbye and felt his cock harden as he gently pulled away to leave. I showered and put on a red Japanese silk robe loosely tied at my waist, and black lacy bikini panties.

The day was hot and even with air conditioning the heat could still be felt through the large glass windows. Sitting in the kitchen I ate a slice of toast and downed a glass of fresh orange juice as my mind was awakened by my throbbing pussy, juices already dampening my fresh panties with each pulsation. I stood and touched myself, stroking my wetness between my legs with one hand and squeezing my full breasts with the other, tugging each nipple hard as I rubbed and pinched them between my fingers. I felt hot and sexy at how tall they stood up, just as proud as I was of my clit which my boyfriend said was big when aroused. He loved sucking it, and I’d cum in less than a minute.

I moved into the bedroom, removed my robe and lay on the bed face down with a firm pillow between my legs. Slowly I moved my hips up and down, rubbing my lacy panties firmly against the pillow, grinding my clit against it and grabbing my swollen tits at the same time. I felt myself start to cum and increased my pace until my hot juices spilled, tickling down my clit and onto the pillow. I rolled onto my back smelling the musky scent of my sex, disappointed that I still felt unsatisfied, yet not understanding why. My boyfriend was the first guy to ever fuck me and both of us agreed that our high sexual needs helped our compatibility. He loved that he was my first cock fuck, but I’d never lied about letting other guys feel me up, suck my clit and finger fuck me. I loved sex, that’s for sure, but I didn’t understand never feeling satisfied!

I got up, put my robe back on and made a hot steaming coffee. Grabbing my large floppy sun hat I went outside sipping my coffee, flopped down on the sofa and watched as the guys across the dirt road tended the gr**e vines. Most of the guys were muscly and tanned, glistening with sweat. I felt my pussy muscles grab hard and twitch as the men moved, their rippling muscles and tight jeans soaked from work and heat. I opened my tablet and watched a bit of girl on girl porn. I’m straight but fantasize a lot about having a girl make love with me. I watch a cute girl sucking another girl’s clit and wonder what it’d be like to lick and suck a clit, kiss her passionately and feel her breasts against mine. I know it’s just a fantasy, and I’ve got hundreds of fantasies, but it made me hot and needing a fuck at just the thought of it. I went inside, grabbed the glass dildo, and resumed my position laying outside on the sofa. I slid the dildo over my black panties, backwards and forwards, pressing hard on my clit then dipping down to where my pussy hole is and slightly poking firmly. Being deliberately slow to intensify the sensations.

I could be seen by the men across the road and I liked they could see my hand and knew where it was moving. But they couldn’t actually see anything………yet. Taking a sneak peak from under my hat across the road I noticed a few had stopped work and were looking my way. One closest to me was staring at my hand and rubbing the front of his jeans over his cock. I wanted to ram the glass dildo up my c**t so hard, but instead I put a hand inside my robe and played with my nipples. Pinching them, pulling them hard which almost made me cum. I daringly let half of my robe fall from my shoulder exposing one full breast. Sure, I knew I could be seen but I didn’t care anymore because I was getting off on being watched by so many men, and that one guy rubbing his cock tipped me over the edge into a zone I didn’t intend to go.

I roughly pushed my robe off my other shoulder and pushed my breasts up proudly. I played with them, squeezing and pinching, jiggling them up to their full size now swollen with my arousal. I felt a low moan escape my throat and parted my legs in response to my soaking wet pussy. The bottom of my robe fell open and only my black lace panties remained and I felt fucking sexy. I pulled my panties aside and rammed the glass dildo up my c**t. Glancing across the road I saw men with their cocks out rubbing their shafts. In response I sat and turned toward the men, parted my legs as wide as possible and fucked my c**t hard and rough until I screamed in pleasure as my body was engulfed in one orgasm after another. The guy who was closest to me jumped the wire fence, walked toward me, stood in front of me, cock in hand thrusting towards my breasts and spurting his load all over my c**t.

I felt myself blush and I apologized for what I’d done saying I don’t know what came over me. He laughed, told me not to worry and thanked me for the hot show and told me he wouldn’t mind a repeat. I offered him a drink, he accepted and somehow he got me talking and somehow I told him I never felt satisfied sexually. As he looked about 45ish I suppose I trusted him. He made me feel safe and told me to lay on the bed and that he could stop the continual sexual arousal, at least for a few hours. I did as he said because he promised he’d never enter me without permission. Instead, he fondled my breasts, slowly getting firmer and rougher, he bit my nipples hard, pulling on them with his teeth then his fingers. I was almost rolling in pleasure when he thrust 2 fingers inside me and wiggled them around, then 3 fingers and moved them even faster all the while pushing his other hand firmly above my pubic bone and sucking my clit hard, moving and shaking his head with the suction and moving his fingers roughly inside me. It was like I was pushing him out, bearing down when suddenly my c**t pushed violently and convulsed as I came squirting my juices everywhere. Almost fainting I came again and then slowly calmed down into the most relaxing peace in a long time. He slowly stood up and I noticed his huge stiff cock. I went onto my knees and gave him a well deserved blow job, sucking until his cum filled my throat.

I’ve never done anything like this since, but it turns me on every time I think about it. Sometimes I’m tempted……because I always need more…