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Looking For Daddy

If you have sisters you've experienced being Daddy's favorite. Think Eve on Last Man Standing. It was like that growing up. My father was law enforcement and he had three daughters and my mother was a part time teacher and homemaker. My father didn't want her 'out there' where men could make a pass at her. He was 'protective' of his girls.

My older sisters both stayed close for college and married local boys approved by my father. When it came time for me to go to college I rebelled and applied for and was accepted to an out of town college where my aunt lived. My mother's sister lived there and she was happy to have me come and stay with her. She works in research at one of the big hospitals there, and lived in a small two bedroom house which made going to college easy, I could ride the bus.

If anyone knows, the bus is not glamorous, it's a dump and I kept to myself for my six block ride, putting my backpack beside me to keep men from wanting to sit beside me. And women too. One morning I got on and I sat in an empty seat, and I saw this large woman with a small girl, dressed up like pixie. She had a collar and a chain around her neck, which the large woman kept tight in her hand. When they got off, the girl went first followed by the woman, dressed with a short skirt and army boots. They got off and walked by my window, the woman first, followed by the girl on a chain. It really upset me. I had never seen anything like that.

My aunt gave me a very long never ending lecture on lesbians and all the various types of lesbians that there are, and assured me that the girl was a lesbian and she played her part. She told me that in that part of town I was likely to encounter lesbians of every sort. It's part of the city. After an hour, she told me, that she was a lesbian and that's why she lived where she lived. I was shocked, barely 18, I didn't know what to do or say. "It's ok, I don't walk a girl around on a chain".

I met her lesbian girlfriend, my aunt introduced her to me. She was a nurse that worked at the hospital. It was hard to imagine that they were lesbians, but they were. They were still dating and hadn't reached the point of living together.

One day I was waiting for the bus in the rain to go back to my aunt's house and a man stopped and offered me a ride so I wouldn't get wet. I knew better than to accept a ride, but he didn't leave me alone. He got out with an umbrella and held he door open to his car. He looked normal, tall and well dressed with a shirt and tie, and he looked like he could be some girl's father and he just wanted to help. I got in the car.

The minute he closed the door I knew I had made a mistake, the door was locked and I couldn't open it, he got in and asked me where I was going and he told me that he knew where that was and took me straight to the house and parked and got out with the umbrella and walked me to the door. He insisted on checking if everything was all right. I told him he couldn't come in and my aunt would be home at any time. He went in, checked out the house, every room, the bathroom, put me face down on my aunt's bed, grabbed me between the legs and asked me if I 'had been fucked'.

He told me he wanted to see my naked bottom, to push my pants down and show him my naked bottom. He reached inside my legs and ran his finger right into my vagina, pulled it out and pressed it against my bottom. He told me he wouldn't fuck me if I had been fucked before, he didn't like girls that had been used. He leaned over me running his hard dick up and down my butt crack making me confess to him that I had never had sex. Then he lunged forward over me and he ran his dick up into my vagina and fucked me and came inside of me. After he pulled out he leaned down and kissed my butt and told me it was a real cute butt, then told me to turn over and show him my tits.

He left me kissing me on the lips.

I never told my aunt, he picked me up from school and took me to his apartment where he had sex with me. He had me dance naked for him, to sit on his lap and be kissed, to be hugged really tight. He liked me sitting across his lap and lowering myself down his dick while he kissed me on the lips. He told me that only rarely is there a girl like me, one that he wants to fuck over and over. That I was his favorite.

Learning To Read Poems And To Understand Myself A Bit More

Our town was small, with one high school. If you were a boy who needed a certain type of attention there were limited opportunities. Maybe you found another boy like you, maybe you mowed the lawn for the man down the street, or maybe like me you went looking for it in unexpected places.

I was a senior and our English teacher gave an assignment to read poems, any book, as long as it was poems and you had to write a report, worth 30% of your final grade. I hated poems, I always did and I always will.

My mother was a reader and she suggested I go down to the B&B bookstore and talk to Alfred the owner and see if he had something he could recommend. The store was quiet that afternoon without any other customers and he asked me a lot of questions, about what I liked and didn't like. He got a book and opened it to a poem and told me to sit at this table and read the poem and we could talk about it.

I tried but I couldn't get into it, he stood behind me rubbing my shoulders, leaning over me pointing out this set of words and that set of words. I could feel his breath on my neck and his hands all over my shoulders and down my chest. I tried to read but I couldn't. He stopped and sat beside me, like a piano teacher does, and he read the poem out loud. He whispered to me that it was a love story of one soldier to another during the Great War, telling me that boys could love each other.

He got up and closed the blinds and put the closed sign on the door and came over and sat beside me and asked me if there was any particular boy I loved. Loving a boy is natural, as natural as the rain, or the fishes in the pond, to tell him about the boy I loved. HIs hand was large and on my thigh, it was very warm as he gently rubbed me. Let me explain, he told me, when a boy kisses a girl she feels a certain warmth, an attraction, to be kissed. When a boy is kissed by another boy he feels the same attraction, to be kissed. And with that he kissed me on the mouth until I stopped and let him. See, he told me, no different than a girl, you want to be kissed.

He held my crotch in his hand while he kissed me, He squeezed my dick, and with able hands he undid the belt in my pants and pulled out my dick and held it in his hand. For a girl, you see, having a boy's hand on her breast or holding his hand in her lap is pleasurable. It's pleasurable for boys too, and with that he leaned down and took my dick in his mouth and sucked on it, running his tongue up and down the shaft. You see, boys are like girls, they want a boy to love them too.

I held his dick in my hand, it was so much bigger and hard, and he encouraged me to lick it. Between kissing his dick, he would lift my face and kiss me on the lips, stroking my dick and using his hand have me stroke him. There's a moment when a girl has to face that she's a girl, he said, and let the boy inside her. It's like that with boys too, they can't rest until the other boy's been inside him, and with that he leaned me on the table and he was inside me.

After he had sat back and used his handkerchief to clean himself and clean my ass, he kissed me gently and held me against him and asked me if I enjoyed being loved on by a boy. Well you, see that is what this poem is about, and he reread it, passage by passage, when the one writing asked the other soldier for a kiss, to he held, to have his member kissed, the feeling of his friend's hardness on his leg before he received him. You see, this is not new, it's as old as mankind, just like girls, some boys want another boy to kiss them.

I wrote my report of the love during the Great War, I just didn't mention if it was boys or girls, much like the author of that poem did when he wrote it. If you want it to be a girl longing for a boy's kisses, or of a soldier boy longing for his soldier's kisses, it's up to you. I got an A on the report.

Happy Anniversary

December of 1992, my girlfriend and I were fed up with our families and their attitude to our relationship. Ana is of Hispanic descent and I'm white, and to our parents we were an inter-racial couple. Both being 19 at the time, we decided to get an apartment for ourselves, well because we knew everything at that age. We ended up in a basement apartment of the " less desirable" side of town. Flat broke, living on Ramen and no frills from the supermarket. For entertainment we mostly stayed home or went to the park, had to save money. By March, it was too cold for outdoor activities. Occasionally, we would get out the VHS camera and make home sex vids, then laugh at ourselves and the crappy video the next day. Couldn't see faces, just a lily white ass going up and down or 4 feet and some balls bouncing, we would never win any award.

Well, Ana's best friend, Roxanne used to hang out and bring some weed and we'd get a bottle of cheap wine and we'd hang out. I don't know how my petite girlfriend even brought it up, but convinced Roxy and I to make a video that she was going to film and direct. No real plot, lines or idea of what we were doing, just I was the plumber and Roxy couldn't pay. I'm here to tell you, It was hell. Roxy's 5'8" and curvy in all the right places. Every time we tried to do anything, Ana would yell CUT! and rewind the camera to the place she wanted, explain what she wanted to see and said ACTION! Roxy and I tried and it was very awkward. I know that Roxy and Ana had some curious moments in the past, but having your girlfriend tell you how to screw her best friend was weird. After a little while we tried fucking, but between the condom and the pressure it didn't go well. That's when Ana called for the money shot. Rox laid back, I took off the condom and tried to shoot into her open mouth. No surprise, I shot in her hair, on the pillow, hit her neck. Everywhere but her mouth. Embarrassed, I slip down and got between her legs and went down on her. Ana put the camera down on the nightstand and grabbed my t shirt to clean her up. I looked up occasionally and they were making out and I saw Ana start sucking on Roxy's nips. That's when she came.
The next night was April 1st, we were all laughing at the video as we watched it on TV. Camera work wasn't bad, acting was horrific, and there was no editing. We decided to try again. This time we had a better idea and even had all the bedroom lights on. Same as the night before Ana kept yelling CUT! whenever we were actually getting into it. As per our director, Rox rolled over for some doggy and I entered her. I was finally getting into it and Ana yelled CUT again. Roxy whispered " April Fools, keep going, she what she does" so I did.

I started pounding Roxy, her titties were swinging, I was slapping up against her ass and Ana kept filming. I told Rox it was time and she said keep going she was almost there. One deep thrust, and I nutted in the rubber. I pulled out and rolled over and Ana and Roxy started in. I don't know how long they were busy, but the 45 minute tape clicked off and I was envious or even jealous that I was done and they weren't . Rox stayed over that night and slept on the couch. When I got up to go to work, she was rearing just a t shirt and panties, sipping on a cup of coffee. I walked in and jokingly said " 'Morning Dear!" grabbed a cup, kissed her goodbye and left.

Well, on April 5th, the 3 of us were on the couch wasted and I said to Ana, I think Roxanne should move in. It'll help with the bills, she's here most of the time anyway and truthfully I like having you both here. Once Roxy moved in, we set up some guidelines. Sex is always an option, unless any one person declines. They are welcome to do whatever they want, but don't stop the other 2 from having fun. There were quite a few nights I slept on the couch and came to bed after they were both asleep.

30 years! We're still together in a nice little farm house out in the country. Out of all the family, the only one who supported us was my Grandmother who told us, Don't worry about what people think, worry about what keeps you happy. Together we have 3 kids. ( ok, Parent teacher conferences were sometimes interesting). The kids call them Mom or by their name.

The support we have makes me wonder why more families don't do this. Chores are easier, finances are better and none of us have ever cheated on the other two.

I promised I'd tell the story Ana!

How I Became A Cock Whore

This is a long story, so sit tight. I hope you read to the end.

I used to be a serious student, and I sometimes still wonder what my future would have looked like if I had kept going with how I was. I was studying far from home and living independently. I spent most of my time studying or working. It was getting harder to keep up with my financial state so I needed to work.

I got a lot of attention from both guys and girls, but I can't say that I've made a true friend during my time at university. I guess part of the reason for that is that I barely spent time socializing with others, but nevertheless I still got their attention. Most of the attention I got was from guys because of my looks, and the attention I got was sometimes good, other times bad. My grades weren't anything special, but they were good enough which made me a target (you would think that bullying would stop outside high school). I sometimes hear rumors about me saying that I slept with some of the professors to get good marks.

Fast forward a bit and I'd become more social and wanted to hang out with friends which costs money. One day, during work (I was just a simple waitress), a older man in a suit seemed interested in me and had visited my workplace several times now. He chatted me up several times, asking for my numbers and such (I often talk with the customers as to not seem rude and create a more "happy" atmosphere). Anyhow, we somehow eventually end up talking about my lack of money, and he said that he could help me with that. At the time, I just brushed it off, but he insisted and left me his number.

Guess what. After about a week I caved in and decided to call him. We ended up meeting at a high class hotel, which emphasized that he was rich. I was nervous at first. I wasn't a virgin, but I wouldn't say I was experienced either. The man looked to be in his late forties, or early fifties. He wasn't particularly attractive, but he wasn't ugly either, but he was a little overweight. He taught me a lot of new things. It was the first time that sex had felt so amazing. To top it off, he left he a huge wad of cash. The amount I got for that one session was about as much as what I would have earned working at my part time waitress for 3 weeks. I was shocked at how much money he could just throw around.

The following days I felt dirty at the fact I had sold my body. I tried returning to my usual routine, but one week passed and I ended up giving him another call. The same thing happened, except he offered to increase the amount if I was willing to do some things for him. During the ecstasy of sex, I accepted without even thinking or asking what it was. He wanted to "push my limits". I didn't know what he meant at the time. During this session, he fucked my throat and shoved his cock deep down my throat. His cock was quite big. Maybe 7 or 8 inches. Of course I gagged quite a feel times.

Another week passed and I gave him another call. It was starting to become a routine for me. This week he wanted to do anal. He took my anal virginity in exchange for large amounts of cash. He gave me almost double of what he had given during the first time we had sex.

Several weeks past and by this point, I had quit my job and called him once a week to meet up for sex. Every time we met my mind went blank from the ecstasy of the new things he wanted to try out. And the amount of money kept increasing, as well as how kinky he got. He would fuck me more rough and rough with the passing of each week.

Several more weeks past and by this point I had completely become addicted to it. I had become his pet. With each week passing, he would pay me more, but I would also be forced to do more kinky things he wanted. The money didn't really matter as much at this point. It was just a bonus now. I've even received g*fts from him, some of which were expensive, some were kinky, others were just normal g*fts. By now, I already had sex with him while wearing cuffs or a collar every week and we've done several role plays. Some were pretty fun and innocent, like a nurse and doctor, but others included daddy and daughter, teacher and student and also cnc. cnc means consensual non-consent for those of you who don't know.

Eventually, he said he wanted to do something extremely kinky and that he would pay me lots. I agreed of course. This time I went to a private place. It was a large house. I'm not sure whether he owned the place or not, either way I wouldn't be surprised with how rich he was. We went inside and came into a room. He told me to strip so I did. He then put the usual collar and hand cuffs on me. This time he also put on a blindfold saying that it was a surprise. I followed him blindly by the leash of my collar. I could hear him walk and open several doors before closing the one behind me. He took of my blindfold.

In the room were a group of naked old men around the same age as him. There were about 8 of them. My owner than presented me to the group of men, telling them and I quote "This was the little slut I've been telling you all about". I was already used to being called degrading things so I didn't have any issue with it. In fact, it turned me on a little bit. He continued by telling them that they could do as they pleased with my body.

The men eagerly approached me and began groping me. Before long I was being fucked by a group of old men. Their cocks in every hole I had to offer. I was taking three cocks all at once. One in my ass, pussy and mouth. They must have fucked me for at least several hours, while calling me degrading names like slut. All this time, my owner just watched. By the time they were done with me, I was completely covered in their cum. As promised the man paid me a large sum of cash. Let's just say it was enough money to buy a new car with.

I had completely become his pet, slut, cum dumpster or whatever he wanted me to be. I'm now a cock whore who can't live without cocks.

Watched My Wife

My wife has always been more sexually outgoing than me. I've always enjoyed when she gets a little drunk and flirts with guys. She never really crossed any lines but people would occasionally talk. At a party a short time after we started dated, a friends girlfriend took off her top to sunbath a our friends pool. My future wife joined her. The other girl is long gone but my wife is still the one who's tits all our friends have seen.

She got drunk once and stroked a guy's cock at a bachelorette party. She came home and told me the story. A group of male strippers were there, a young really good looking one was standing at her table and he wasn't shocking his dick. She asked to see, he took it out and stood with it inches from her. The other woman were starting, she was laughing then she reached out and stroked the guy for a minute. She came home drunk and horny, told me the story, and said, if I was alone with him I would have sucked him off, are you mad? She was playing with my dick at the time and shit I had to problem with it. It turned her on and it led to a great blow job for me.

She would occasionally ask about me watching her suck off another guy. I thought it was just talk and went along with it. It always led to great blowjobs. One night at a work party she was feeling pretty good. She was having a great time though socializing and dancing.

A week later at work a guy I knew casually who worked as a warehouse foreman asked to grab lunch. I had no idea what he was up too. While driving he said he wanted to ask me something and he meant it with respect. he asked if my wife and I were swingers. When I naturally asked why he was asking he said that he didn't want to cause any problems at home but that my wife had told him that she wanted to surprise me by blowing another man while I watched.

The guy said he wanted to be the guy. Said he'd been involved in "dating " white couples for ten years and knew how to be discrete and respectful and that it would be a great experience. He explained how he'd been with many couples where he has sex with the wife fulfilling her black dick fantasy while the husband watches and gets a thrill from it. In some cases he's been seeing the same people for years. He said he thought my wife was very exciting and said if I wanted to do it just let him know. He also said that he was well hung and that some women love it, some don't and said that my wife wouldn't know until she tried. He said she had only brought up giving head and if that's all we wanted he was good with it.

Now this was difficult. This guy was a co-worker, he was obviously experienced and my wife had hit on him when she was drunk and never mentioned it to me so she was attracted to him enough to want to suck his dick. But she also told him she wanted me to watch. I waited until we were drinking and watching some porn to bring it up. I said so and so said you want me to watch you blow him. She said "Oh shit I forgot about that." I asked about it, she was feeling good, he was flirty, asked if she'd ever been with a black guy, she said no and ended up bringing up the blow job situation.

Long story short, during the porn and boozing we both agreed we wanted to do it. I had really come around and wanted to watch her in action. Rather than wait and double check with her when she was sober I just made the arrangements for the next Friday night. I told the wife it was a go and had her arrange for the kids to stay with her parents. We didn't have any sex that week, I wanted her on edge. She was nervous and unsure, ready to back out. I told her he had a big dick and was hoping to fuck. She said no way just a blow job. The night came, she had a few drinks in her when he arrived and had a few more while chatting. It was weird for both of us. We're having a casual conversation with this guy with all three of us knowing she be sucking his dick a little later on.

So when it was time, he got the ball rolling. Where are we doing this? Our room. How far are we going? Just head. Ok. Let's go. He took charge as we both hoped he would. We got to the bedroom, I sat to the side and she climbed on the bed and he joined her. He kneeled over her and told her to take his dick out. She slowly removed his pants and pulled out his half hard dick and yes he was very large. She turned to look at me with wide eyes then looked up at him and said "shit." He laughed and said use your hands to start. She did. Then as he really stiffened up and looked at me, made a "here we go" kind of face and licked his head. Then more and then some sucking. He was so big she had trouble sucking more than a few inches into her mouth. She didn't appear to be enjoying it. She struggled, and he eventually took over simply hold her head and fucking her mouth getting about four or five inches into her mouth with each stroke. He would pump for about a minute then pull off and clear her throat and lips look at me, at him, then they'd start again. Over and over he would fuck her mouth and she would end up pulling off.

He being the nice guy he is encouraged her to and said they could stop if she wanted. She shook her head and kept going. Then he said I'm just going to lay back and you go and enjoy yourself, don't try to make me cum just have fun with it. She did. She got into a better position for her and then sucked herself very slowly enjoying just the head. She looked at me and was smiling. She smiled at him. He said, stop worrying about your husband focus on my cock. She did. She closed her eyes and sucked his cock head. Just the head. I could see her lips stretched wide sliding back and forth with just a hint of his head ridge popping out of her mouth. She sucked faster and harder. Sucking and sucking the head then she took his balls in hand and squeezed under them, hold his stiff dick in place and sucking fast on the head, more like suckling than true sucking. She did this for about twenty minutes then he started to moan. Her drool was spilling out around his cock dripping down his cock to the bed.

He moaned louder and encouraged her. He was getting close. He started to move with her suckling. She suckled harder. He said "yes here we go." and her head stiffened, and her sucking stopped except for very little sucking on the head. He was cumming in her mouth. I saw a little whiteness in the corners of her mouth knowing her mouth was filling with cum. She finally slipped off, stopped, steeled her self and took a big gulp. She had swallowed his load. She later told me he had shot a lot of cum in her mouth. She swallowed every drop then went back to suckling his cock as it softened and she really loosened up. She was smiling and laughing. Once she had managed to make him cum she just relaxed and went with it.

We became one of the couples he "dated". She got very comfortable sucking him off. A lot of practice led to a lot of confidence and she became a natural. Eventually he became the first guy she fucked which was a story in and of itself but it's been a fun ride. She's sucked off and fucked a bunch of guys and we're pretty experienced now and I love seeing her in action. It's been a fun ride.

Two Types Of Men

There are two types of men in my life. The first who see me as friend, wife, teacher. Just a normal girl, happily married to Steve, friendly with their wife etc. Then there is the second. The guys that have seen me being gangbanged, down on my knees with their cum all over my face begging for more. Some I see in daily life and we share nothing but a smile but even then I get so wet knowing that they know what a dirty little slut I am. One of my girlfriends husband even has pictures of me naked, sucking his dick whilst Steve fucks me on his phone and I know he could share them with anyone but again that just makes me feel so horny. Another guy, whose wife is so stunningly beautiful even though I'm not into girls I have a little crush on, knows I like him to fuck her before he comes to visit so I can taste her pussy juice on his dick. I love that some guys think I'm sweet but there's a group who know I'm just a dirty cum hungry slut.

Naughty Church Mission Trip

During my teen church years we went on a mission trip to rural Kentucky. We stayed at a church gym, girls on the side of the girl's restroom and the boys on the side of the boy's bathroom. The gym was separated by a curtain, visual but not noise separated.

During the day several girls agreed with several boys to go swimming in the moonlight after lights out. On the cue more than a dozen kids snuck out via the janitor's room which had a door to the outside. We walked down the path to the river where the Baptisms took place.

No swim wear resulted in underwear swimming, the boys dicks clearly outlined in their briefs and the girls clearly outlined in their panties and bras. At that time of our lives no one really shaved our private parts, and for the most part our panties were see through once they were wet. The very obvious exposure of nakedness barely hidden by thin fabric resulted in erections, girls giving relief to the boys, and some boys wanting to see the bare skin of the girls.

And then we were all naked swimming in the warm summer moonlight, boys crawling on girls, girls holding boys' erections, a midnight orgy. When the swim ended there were fewer virgins, new boyfriend girlfriend couples, boys taking panties home with them, girls carrying home the boys' sperm which resulted in a teen pregnancy outbreak in our church. The rest of us were just lucky that we did not conceive.

For the last ten years eight couples get together to relive our moonlight skinny dipping, to give ourselves up to group sex on the grass, or maybe a blanket. We are not nudist, we are mid thirties moms and dads, but on our night everything comes off, we swim naked in the house pool, or the lake, or the river, where the get together is hosted. No swapping, purely sane open air sex with our spouse.

Have It All

Once I received my first load of sperm from a boy when I was 15, I fell in lust with it. I love cum. I love it in me, on me, I love to eat it, swallow it, play with it, rub it into my skin. From the very first a couldn't get enough. When I was 17 I let an older man have sex with me for my first time. I wanted him to cum in me so badly but he wouldn't. It was OK, he pulled out and shot on my little boobs and I licked it all up. Eventually I got what I wanted and he came in me several times. A few weeks later I let a boy from school have sex with me and he didn't care, he was bound and determined to give me his cum inside me. After a while the man started having anal sex, I came like a rocket. Vaginal was good, I had orgasms most of the time, however with anal I was fucking him back, I couldn't get enough. The boy from high school wouldn't do anal with me, to him it was dirty. My best was when a friend asked if he could share me with other men. We went from him and one other to full on gangbangs. It's sometimes tough to get a larger group together who will go after one another as I don't want to clean up during, I just like it all sloppy, but it used to be mainly 3 to 5 or 6 guys, I did 11 guys once and 13 guys twice. I was in cum heaven.

I started taking anal, followed by the man pulling out and sticking his dirty cock in my mouth. I felt it was the best of both worlds, dirty anal sex, and dirty cumslut oral. I have progressed to not feeling fulfilled until I've let a guy have sex in all three places and between my little boobs too. I love it and I love getting cum. Starting at 19 I went on birth control and get plenty of cum in me that way too. One repeat guy calls me his cumdumpster, another calls me his cock and cumsleeve. I like it, when I was 21 I did it with my first couple, involving a woman and I licked her husbands cum from her and I loved that too. I've only done it with 3 different women, that married woman was always in a threesome, but the other two were alone. I wish I had the nerve, but I'd never do it . . . I want to have cumdump tattooed over my vagina, and buttfucked tattooed on my bottom. I won't but I really want to.

I love sex, and I've loved men's sperm since I first tasted it. I'm not ashamed either.

Teen Memories

I'm 55 and married 28 years. Ho hum sex life for sure. Sometimes I think back to sex of long ago. The Summer of 1980 I was a 15 years old ball of hormones staying at my Aunt's in Maine. Made some friends, one of whom was a bad influence as they say. She smoked, snuck alcohol from her grandmother and was popular with the guys. Soon I was popular too.

Hanging with her and two older guys in a shed at her grandmother's that was more like a kid's clubhouse now a teen hangout, we had some vodka and played cards and the guys were very suggestive. The guys showed us their dicks, we showed out tits, I was dared to "touch" their cocks. What an exciting experience. The big moment was both of us exposing our pussies to the guys, spreading our lips so they could get a close up view of our open pussies.

Soon we were dared to suck. I remember being so nervous, wanting to so bad, but so nervous it would be gross or I'd get in trouble. The guys ended up laying side by side with their cocks out (and hard!) and right next to each other. My friend got us started, sucking one guy's cock and pushing me to try. A few licks and kisses and finally I took it into my mouth then sucked. Awkward at first because I was trying to watch my friend to copy her moves. I finally got comfortable and the two of us sucked away. Our faces inches from each other as we sucked the guys. Then we switched cocks.

Both guys reached into my shorts to finger me while I sucked their dicks. First time for that. I remember thinking to myself "Oh shit I'm gonna get in so much trouble" when the first guy fingered me. I liked it though. I liked being wet and sexual.

My friend, who had experience, was able to make a guy cum. They she encouraged me to make the other guy cum. Took awhile and lots of coaching (and nerves-you try sucking cock for the first time in front of an audience!) but eventually the guy did cum. My friend was excited and said "swallow-swallow-she later told me you "had" to swallow-like it was a rule) and I'll tell you that Summer I swallowed. A lot. Swallowing became such a habit It was many years later before it dawned on me that I didn't "have" to swallow.

Like I said she was popular and then once the word of the blow jobs got out, so was I. I went home in late August an expert having sucked off a dozen guys over and over and the excitement of knowing my pussy had been the first one most of them had ever seen or touched.

Come September it was back to school and being a good girl. No more sucking until I got areal boyfriend the next year. I still thought of the guys from Maine though.

I love the memory of sucking a cock while that girl was sucking another one literally right next to me. Never did group sex again after that Summer. I really wish I had become a swinger or something. Regrets.

She Fuchs 150 Secret Service And Mklitary Men

Holy Shit...i saw this as a comment to story "Spreading Her". That post is good, but this story needs the post of its own. OG Poster,, you have the fucking Hot Wife man... You should post all the details!

So this goes back a few years ago. We think about it all the time.

My wife (we were already married when this happened) got a job in DC where we lived at the time as a receptionist in a special office area when she was 24. She had a high enclosed desk with a stool and her main job was to check in a lot of military types and secret service agents. They are service men, so generally in good shape, usually armed. Soon after she started work her boss warned her that she should tone down her dress a little because she was drawing attention. She was told she wasn't in trouble technically but that she looked a little to "available". At the time, my wife was a size 8 or 10 depending on the outfit, with C cups, and 5'5".

My wife told me about it and we agreed that she was in her twenties, she looked awesome, that it was a turn-on for me and that she liked the periodic winks and catcalls she got on the Metro. Her typical outfit was a two piece suit, jacket and skirt, just a bra under the jacket most times and calf boots, knee boots or heels. The style at the time was to have stretch in the material and a slit at the front of the skirt, just to the side over one thigh. I was always horny so I'd constantly challenge her to go short. For work, the shortest skirts she wore, and wore many times, was 14 inches over a curvy little ass. Always a thong...always.

Very soon, she started getting hit on and flirted with a lot. Usually what would happen was the official that was there for a visit would go to the inner offices while the guards and aides would stay in her area where they could sit and wait. In no time my wife got asked out to dinners and generally hit on any way possible. She’d come home and tell me about it, who she talked to and what they said and where they looked…her cleavage and her legs, her ass if she happened to be standing or walking. Over a couple of weeks we’d talk about it, and finally I got so worked up I confessed how much it turned me on to think of her with these guys. She thought it was crazy, but as it goes with these things, I eventually convinced her to at least try it once, and that opened the flood gates.

The first time it was with Secret Service agent in the lobby bathroom. They flirted non-stop and that day she went with “some day make good on it”. They are pretty macho, so he said “Let’s go.” He worked it out with the other agent to keep watch. They went in the bathroom and she sucked on him for a minute, then he ate her pussy for a minute, then he held her up against the wall and rocked her up and down on his shaft until he filled her. When they were done, he used his earpiece to work out when the coast was clear.

She came home in various states. She still had to look professional on the outside, but there was a lot of cum in her underwear over the next two years. It wasn’t every day, but she hooked up at least once a week and often more. I loved fucking her with someone else’s cum in her pussy. We did worry about STD’s so she did use condoms often. But, if it was a married guy or a very young military guy, she’d usually let them go bareback. I don’t eat guys’ cum, but the IT guy did. She had sex with a guy in the morning, then later that day needed IT support. A guy about our age came to help her. They often flirted. They hadn’t been together but on this day she said she would get out of his way and work at another table while he serviced the machine. He said he would be fine under the desk that she should stay. She whispered boldly to him, “Okay, but I might smell, I just had sex.” He got excited. He went under the desk and she sat on the edge of her seat. I’ll always remember she had on a yellow lace thong that day. The IT guy sucked her pussy through her thong first, then helped her pull her thong off and he ate her out while she kept her legs spread. The thong came home in her purse and was as soaked as lace could be.

One group of military guys figured out they could take her “out to lunch” but in reality they would drive around in a limo on the beltway. The guys would take turns with her or spit roast her. Another group would take her out after work , usually have sex with her in the bar bathrooms, then bring her home in a government car. The most that I can remember her being with at any one time was seven, but truthfully there were days I just knew she was with more than one guy and we didn’t discuss every last detail. She even got screwed in the White House by a few Secret Service agents. They took her on a VIP tour and somehow they got her alone to fuck her. I could go on but it gets a little redundant. Someone did get her to do anal, which we then tried at home. At the time (even now) I said I wanted to personally thank the soldier who conquered that hill! Towards the end of the two years she worked there she had a high-ranking General who wanted her to bring papers to his office. She was limo-ed over and escorted to his office. He told her “In truth, you’re the package. I’ve heard how good you suck cock.” They ended up fucking on his office couch.

After about two years she decided it was time to move on. We talked and she wasn’t ashhamed but she was ready to be taken seriously and wanted to change our sex life. We became more intimate and we cuddled more. She kept hooking up with guys so long as she was at that job, but left it behind cold turkey when she took a new job at a technology firm. We’ve relocated and she went back to school for her masters and today is very highly ranked at her company…without sleeping her way to the top.

In all I think she had about 150 different sex partners over that two year period. I asked her if she missed all the sex and partners and she said “I can relive most all of it in my mind and that’s what you and the vibrator are for.”