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A dream I had last night, about someone real, someone in my life, someone I can't have....Luke

The weather was warm, I was wearing short sleeves, but I had jeans on, so it's not summer, perhaps early fall. Just a plain v-neck
t-shirt, my messy curly ponytail,  you'd think I was picking up my grandma....but I was picking up Luke! The day we swore would never come, the thing we promised we'd never do, the day we couldn't wait to arrive, the day we decided to break the rules. His flight was on schedule and I had about 25 minutes to kill, so I sat in
the little lounge of the airport. Inside the wall is all windows you can see all planes coming and going. I'm sipping on ice water, anxious, excited, nervous. What if
he takes one look at me and wants to run? What if we don't click as well in real life as we do online? etc etc...but mostly I just can't
wait to see him, his face, his flesh! Watching the clock and watching the planes I see an AA flight landing that I am certain is his. I toss $2 down for the
waitress and make a bee line for Gate C3. I have to wait at the end of a looooong corridor  so you can't even see passengers exiting the
plane I just waited as 100's of people round the corner of this sectioned hallway. One side for arrivals, one side for departures. I thought to look around to spot anyone in the airport that knew me (small world) didn't see any but still didn't know how I/We would react to seeing each other for the first time...wanted to make sure
the neighbor or the church ladies were nearby LOL

Then there he was, with that gorgeous smile, warm eyes, tall and broad shouldered, carrying a duffle bag. He was wearing a faded t-shirt and
jeans and every curve and ripple of his body seemed to draw my eye as he came closer.....my stomach dropped.
It was really Luke! FOR REAL! I ran and hopped into his arms for a bear hug, but it could have appeared sisterly to outsiders. His cheek and neck were warm against mine and his arms were strong and tight around me, he made me feel small and vulnerable. This little tough girl liked it.  I finally...finally let go of him and we started
walking. Both of us sort of trying to talk at the same time then laughing...me eventually "zipping my lip" as I am prone to do because
I talk too much. I talk too much in normal conversation and even worse when I am nervous. My friends give me that look of "Would you let me
talk!" so I pulled the zipper across my mouth, smiling and somehow we have rounded a corner and are in a little cubby hole area and, as he closed the space between us. His body heat washed all over me, and his look was serious as he shook his head and said "Don't do that" and tugged at my bottom lip. Our eyes locked together for the first time and I wondered if he could see into my soul the way I felt I was seeing his. Old souls, kindred spirits with tangled paths. Perhaps in a past life or the next....our hearts tied.

The space between us grew small as he pulled my face to his with the hand still resting under my chin. His lips were soft, his tongue hot and hungry, seeking mine and eagerly accepted. Holding me tight he lifted me to my tip toes and was holding pulling me up to him, my arms finding their way to your neck my hands roaming every inch of bare skin I can find. Holding each other tight as if there is no intention of ever letting go. The back of my t-shirt is pulled up by my reaching, exposing my lower back, his hands big and hot on my bare back make me melt. My body molded to his, feeling his hard cock through his jeans, feeling my own juices flooding. A passionate kiss that never ends.......

 

then I woke up...with a GASP! My heart racing. Still reaching...wanting him back. All the fantasies for so long and finally he was there, I could still feel his flesh, his lips, his tongue. I can still feel them now....

I've been thinking of writing this post for a while. It seems to me that, at least in my own personal life, married sex is....well....to say it is humdrum is an understatement.  When your wife starts feeling like a night deposit for sperm you are doing something wrong. Perhaps you don't care....but if you do, as I suspect many men actually do, please let me give you some tips.  Even though you are inundated with your boring busy lives, if you want to be intimate with your wife, you need to remember that she has needs too. Women can't always just snap to it and be wet and ready for you to spend 2 minutes humping her and then rolling over and going to sleep.  We may be pretending to like that.....but we don't.  Remember how hot you were for us when you first got your hands on us, early in the dating stage. Remember when you couldn't wait to kiss every inch of her body?

Why the fuck don't you do that anymore?  Are we some sort of fixture in the house now, like the sofa that no longer needs whoooing? Because believe me, I need a little whooing. I can't count the number of times my husband and I have had sex and not even kissed. No necking, no oral, just him getting off and me using a vibrator afterwards (because I'll be damned if I'm not getting off too....).  If you have a wife like me, one who is whipping out the vibrator instead of hopping all over you, there could be a very good reason.  When I masturbate I fantasize about my lover's mouth on my body, his breath on my skin, his hands roaming all over me. I fantasize about a man who can't get enough of me. It has nothing to do with the size of the vibrator or the lack of desire to be with you. But there's an awful lot of you out there, according to my married girlfriends, who have given up on all the romance and just want to get your nut off.

In the off chance you want to make you wife horny as hell and want to rape you everynight.......show her you want that. Tell her she's sexy when she's washing the dishes....change a few diapers and take over bath duty for the kids, tell her to think about something sexy cause you are going to devour her later....make the attempts to turn her on. Kiss her for no reason....use your tongue. Lick her neck out of the blue, squeeze her breasts when you embrace her from behind. It's these little things that build up for a woman. Women need build up. We need excitement. We are like a cold engine on a snowy morning....it takes a while to get us running but once you do, you can crank up the heat so hard you can't stand it! And please please please remember that women can cum multiple times in a session. Don't just assume that if you have given her an orgasm she is satisfied for the night. My ideal lovemaking session would include at least 3 orgasms....and sometimes it does....I just happen to be by myself.

I hear his whispers in my ear,

I long for him to be near.

Wet for him and only him,

I think of him when lights are dim.

Quiet, dark and sacred places,

Aching for him to fill the spaces.

He owns it...

He knows it...

He likes it...

I fight it.

He always wins,

And we begin again.

This dance of seduction

Needs no introduction.

I am his.

I am trying my best to fgure this new set up out but for some reason my 'sidebar' is showing up on the bottom of the posts...trying to fix it. Let me know if you have any suggestions!

I have a great new Part 3 to "Kelly" coming soon....my City Boy will be joining she and I very soon.....

 This blog is currently under construction. It is soon to be my new home, but for now you can read my latest horny lesbian fantasy here:http://thehousewifenextdoor.sensualwriter.com/

I intended for my last entry to be the last of the night…but as most of my horny readers know…well…I’m always horny. The house is quiet and I find myself skipping sleep to sneek peeks at some of my favorite pictures. I have a dirty little secret that I think many women share with me….I love gay porn.  I love watching two guys fucking and sucking and cumming all over each other. It’s always so raw and carnal…I’ve often fantasized about what it would be like to be sitting in a chair nearby just watching silently as I let my fingers play with my slippery wet pussy…watching two rock hard cocks find satsifaction with each other. Even better would be a bisexual couple who would allow my little pussy to get some action too…..

I stumbled across this website today that depicts exactly that!!!! Oh God it’s fucking hot! I just thougth I would share the link for all my gay and bisexual porn loving perverts out there….me being the Queen of Perverts of course!

http://blog.waybig.com/category/bisexual-porn/page/2/

WARNING!!!   if gay porn makes your burst into flames or something…look away…but this is the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen!

Oh to be the girl underneath…getting fucked, licking balls and hearing another guy sucking cock….mmmmmmm Ok I am going to go take a nice long bubble bath now….betcha can’t guess what else I’m gonna do!

I think every girl, at least ONCE has fantasized about another girl. Let's face it, soft skin, full lips, lush curves...and the knowledge of knowing what a woman wants and knowing your partner knows what you want. 

So there’s this girl in my life.  I have been attracted to her for years and we are very close friends.  She is very inexperienced sexually….I am of the opinion that if she would allow herself to entertain the thought, she is gay, but she is a good Catholic girl…and good Catholic girls aren’t gay of course. LOL!  I was thinking I would share a little fantasy I have of she and I. We will be traveling together soon and have a motel room to ourselves. She has never experienced an orgasm and it would be my absolute pleasure to be the first to give her one…..we’ll call her Kelly. Here is my fantasy.

The concert was amazing, the crowd was wild and Kelly and I found ourselves dancing to song after song until finally the show ended. We made our way back to our hotel, tired, sweaty and exhausted.  As we stumbled into our room I suggested a shower.  She said “Ok, you can have the bathroom first…” A part of me had hoped she might entertain the idea of a shower together, but I knew better. Kelly was a good girl.  A good girl with a very naughty friend.

In the shower I couldn’t help but wonder if she was thinking of me naked. Perhaps it hadn’t crossed her mind at all…but the tiny thought that just maybe she was wondering what my naked body looked like, what my large bare breasts would feel like in her hands and if my pussy was smoothly shaved had me hot and wet.  I couldn’t help but play with my nipples as I closed my eyes and let the water run down my body, thinking about her hands on my body.

My fingers made my way down to my pussy where I found that my excitement was beyond evident.  Slick and wet, my clit was swollen and begging to be played with.  I obliged, rubbing my clit and fingering my cunt until I felt my orgasm nearing.  I stifled my cries of ecstasy as I panted and tensed, feeling my pussy squeezing my fingers as I came in wave after wave of pleasure. I whispered her name in a quiet scream as I felt my juices pouring out of me, my legs quivering and my body rocking…..it was heaven.  

As I exited the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel, I wondered if my secret was showing on my face. Did she mistake my flushed cheeks for simply being exposed to the hot steam?  Was it possible that my lust was showing….and growing…as she took her turn in the shower?

Fortunately for me our hotel room only had one bed…we would be sleeping together.  I loved the thought of having her body near mine as we slept. As she was showering I put on a skimpy tank top that I knew would display my ample cleavage, and snuggled under the covers.  My pussy was throbbing again with thoughts of her naked body as she showered. I wanted to peer in and watch as she soaped herself, rubbing her breasts and legs…..the thought made my fingers stray into my panties as I played with myself again until I heard the bathroom door open.

She was dressed in old t-shirt and shorts, her hair slicked back and wet as she crawled under the covers next to me, our faces close to each other like school girls at a slumber party.  We chatted about the concert and how much fun we’d had….both of us ooohing and aaahing over the utter hotness of the lead singer. I told her I’d love to fuck him. She blushed. Kelly always gets embarrassed when I talk about sex….and let’s face it, I always have sex on the brain. She was quiet, and I gently brought up her one and only sexual experience. It is not a good memory for her, and I have often expressed my sadness about it.  Her face was sad and I dared to brush a stray hair from her face

“I am so sorry that you missed out on how beautiful sex can really be….” I whispered.  I knew she had never had an orgasm in her life. The thought of that seemed impossible to me.  “If it wouldn’t freak you out too much, maybe I can show you what you missed out on…”  My stomach was in knots wondering if she would jump out of bed and freak out at the suggestion. But as I saw a tear roll down her cheek I took a chance and brought my lips to hers.  Softly I kissed her, pressing my mouth against hers, waiting to feel a response…..she moaned softly as I let my tongue slowly run along her lips. Her mouth opened slightly, letting me find her tongue with mine. I caressed her face as our kiss grew more passionate.

I felt my body responding with insistent desire.  My head was dizzy with passion as I kissed her and explored her mouth for what seemed like hours. Our bodies found themselves pressed together as I dared to let my hands roam down her back and pull her hips towards me….pressing her pelvis to mine.  Her breath was heavy and passionate and sounds escaped her throat as my mouth made it’s way down to her neck, sucking and licking gently as I let my hands roam up the back of her shirt, feeling her soft skin. I slowly reached around to cup her breast in my hand and she gasped as I gently pinched her nipple.

I brought my mouth back to hers and whispered to her between our kisses “Let me make love to you…” I rolled her nipple between my finger tips as she quietly responded “yes….yes….”  Slowly I removed her shirt, and let my eyes feast on her beautiful round breasts. Her nipples were hard and begging to be kissed…I took one in my mouth and she groaned as her fingers wound into the strands of my hair. I gently licked and sucked each  nipple, growing more and more fervent with speed and pressure of my tongue. I let my teeth gently graze across them as she cried out in pleasure. 

The passion between us was undeniable now and I was overwhelmed with love and lust for her. I pulled away quickly to remove my shirt and saw that her eyes were gazing lustily at me breasts. Her hands reached for them and I moaned as she squeezed them and pinched my nipples. I hungrily returned to my mouth to her nipples, knowing that my actions would have her pussy crying out to be touched, teasing and torturing her as I brought my thigh between her legs and pressed gently. She humped my leg softly, the involuntary response to the passion she could no longer deny.  I slowly moved my mouth down, kissing and licking every inch of her stomach as I brought my hands back to her breast, teasing her nipples as I tasted her soft, beautiful skin…..

Slowly I removed her shorts and our eyes locked as I began to remove her panties. The fear and excitement in her eyes matched my own.  As I stripped her naked I took in the sight of her beautiful body. I stroked her legs as she closed her eyes, anticipating the touch that she knew was coming. I moved my body back up her to kiss her again. I wanted to take my time with her and make this an experience we would both remember forever.  As our mouths locked passionately, I let my hand finally make it’s way to her pussy. I gently spread her lips and a moan escaped my lips as I discovered her silky wet pussy. Softly I circled her clit as I she cried out. Our eyes met and she almost looked embarrassed, but I smile reassuringly at her “This is what you have been missing baby….” I whispered to her as I brought my mouth to her ear, nibbling softly and working down her neck and back to her breasts.

I slowly let my finger work it’s way down her pussy and gently slid it in as I gently bit her nipple. She cried out again as her arms wrapped around my body and her fingernails dug into my skin. I slowly worked my finger in and out as her heavy breathing turned to panting.  I continued sucking and biting gently on her nipples as I let my thumb begin working it’s magic on her clit. I increased the speed of my finger fucking as her hips began to buck and her body began to rock beneath me.  I could hear her heart racing as I maintained my pace with my hand, moving with her body as she neared her first orgasm.  As she cried out my name and convulsed underneath me I felt as if I might come myself….I felt her pussy pulsing around my finger as she enjoyed the crashing waves of a beautiful orgasm.

When her body finally relaxed I brought my mouth back up to hers and kissed her gently….our eyes locked in a passionate gaze.  She looked bewildered by what she had just experienced.  “Wow…” were the only words she could muster.  I smiled at her “Baby, we’ve only just begun…”

I slowly worked my way down her neck, her breasts and her stomach with my mouth, tasting every inch of her beautiful body until I reached the soft hairs of her pussy, tickling my chin. Our eyes met as I once again saw that nervous but excited look on her face. I am sure my face was showing the same…I’d never made love to a woman either, but I was so full of lust for her…I wanted to taste her desperately.

 I gently spread her legs and let my eyes feast on her dripping wet pussy. Her clit was swollen and begging to be licked…I obliged…gently and softly letting my tongue flick and swirl and tease her, as her body responded with tension and movement. Then I let my tongue trail down her pussy, and slowly enter her. She gasped at the feeling as I snaked my tongue in and out of her, tasting her sweet juices.

I slowly, gave a long slow lick all the way back to her clit as her hands gripped the sheets on the bed. I let my tongue work it’s magic on her clit, paying close attention to her responses so that I could give her what she needed…slowly I inserted two fingers in her cunt and her cries became louder as I fucked her gently with them while continuing to lick her clit.  I could feel her pussy tightening around my fingers as her hips began to buck against my face. I let her grind herself against my face and tried to keep my tongue on her clit and my fingers at a steady rhythm as she cried out again and again, screaming my name and reaching for my head….her hands yanking at my hair as she rode my face through a powerful  orgasm. I could feel her juices spilling out into my hand as my fingers continued to fuck her…..we continued this way until her legs were shaking and she couldn’t catch her breath. I watched in awe at her face, experiencing the ultimate pleasure for the first time in her life. I could see her breasts vibrating from the pounding of her heartbeat and her stomach heaving as she tried to breathe. 

As she finally relaxed, she looked down at me with wide eyes….”Oh my God…” was all she could say. I smiled as I crawled back up her body slowly, her juices glistening on my face as I brought my mouth to hers and let her taste the love we’d just made……..

Aside from the many ‘rape play’ fantasies that I fostered as a child/teen, (and shamefully so) the first encounter I had with real pain and aggression during sex, flipped a switch in me and clued me into the realization that this was not just some passing phase or obsession. I had a one night stand with a young man in my early 20’s, not something I did often, but at this particular time in my life I was thirsty for a stiff cock and very very intoxicated. I met Jason through a mutual friend I was visiting out of state. I was in a place where nobody knew who I was, and it didn’t matter how I represented myself. Add in a lot of beer, a few joints and a game of strip poker and I quickly focused my gaze on the fiery red headed Southern Boy sitting next to me. The first night I met him not even a single touch passed between us, but there was a fire there, a flash of the eyes, quick glances and dirty comments that let me know he wanted exactly what I wanted.  We made plans with our friends to all meet up again the next night at a concert and local fair.

I went to bed that night with a throbbing between my legs.  I could not sleep from the overwhelming need to touch myself. I was fearful of being heard, I was sharing a room with a friend, but I could not control the urge. I knew sleep would allude me until I satisfied this need. My  mind wandered back to Jason and the glances we shared and all the sexual innuendo that had passed between as we bantered and flirted. My fantasies drifted into a scene where he followed me into the bathroom and slammed me against the wall as he tore open my shirt and yanked down my pants, all the while telling me what a “bad girl” I was and that he knew just how to take care of a ‘dirty little slut’ like me.  This was nothing new, my fantasies have always eventually found their way to the subject of pain and humiliation, but never had a lover ever lived up to or even came close to stepping over those lines in real life.  Until Jason….

Sleep finally found me after a powerful orgasm by my own hand, dreaming of Jason forcing his manhood on me and hissing in my ear.  The next afternoon, when we were face to face again, I was certain-without a doubt-that he too had had a tasty little fantasy about me before drifting off to sleep. The spark was undeniable. The two of us, knew nothing of each other, not even our last names, but the sexual chemistry between us was electric.  Many beers and another few joints later it was obvious our flirtation was going to cross into a full on physical romp.  The minute his drunken lips touched my drunken lips, sitting in a booth in a dimly lit bar, with a zydeco band playing in the background, a sensation fluttered through me. The same sensation you feel when you are getting pulled over by a policeman, or get caught in a lie….danger is the best description I suppose.  Now I suppose this is the part where I need to fess up the fact that I was in a relationship with someone back home. A loving, monogamous, long term relationship. But our physical relationship had withered and I was feeling lonely and rejected. The thought of this aggressive young man wanting to fuck me had me giddy with excitement, so much so that I disregarded my commitments back home.   I say this because, as kinky as I am, monogamy is something important to me. This was not one of my finer moments as a human being, but it did open a door for me….

Finally alone in a dark bedroom with the freedom to release our passions, Jason and I quickly stripped each other and began a passionate exploration of the other’s body.  It was nice, it was fun, but it was turning into the vanilla sex that I had always encountered…a far cry from my fantasies of the night before. Until the moment came when we actually began to fuck. He was very well endowed for a man of his size. He was quite short and skinny, I didn’t expect him to have a monster in his pants! The look on his face as he began to fuck me filled me with excitement once again! He had that angry, fierce look that Thomas would get sometimes and I felt myself being more and more turned on by his sudden aggression. We were in a missionary position as he began to increase his thrusting and force. I could feel his hand reaching behind my neck and it lingered there for a few moments before he reached his fingers up into my thick mop of curls and grabbed a fistful of my hair. Our eyes locked, and I am certain he could see by the look in my eyes that my body was begging for what he was about to do. He yanked my head back so far I cried out…this did not deter him in the slightest. He pulled hard like he was reigning in a wild stallion (perhaps he was) and he used my hair as an anchor for his forceful thrusts.  Lost in the pleasure of the pain I didn’t even concern myself with whether I would have an orgasm or not. I was finally experiencing the taboo pleasures I had been fantasizing about for years!  I cannot remember much about the end of our coupling, the goodbye we exchanged or even his face anymore…but I can remember his hand in my hair, yanking himself up on me with it…it was wonderful. It was a taste…but I am oh so hungry now.

So when I last left off recalling my youthful indescretions I was feeling for the first time the true joy of an oral orgasm with Phillip. From that day on, his mouth on my pussy was a very regular occasion. In turn Phillip was the first man I truly developed a true love for giving head.  I can, to this day, recall his scent. It was intoxicating, a mild musky and even a bit sweet smell. And pleasing him with my mouth became a full on hobby! While he was not the first man to receive pleasure from my mouth, he was by far the first man I that I couldn’t get enough of! I loved to feel him come in my mouth, an event I had never truly enjoyed before him.  And his youthful prowess only intensified the hunger! Phillip could come twice with a blow job, twice in my pussy and never once loose his erection. God the nights we spent hours and hours fucking and sucking and fucking again were heaven!!!

I often wonder if his mother knew why we were always taking my car on dates instead of his truck? We took my car because it was more comfortable for eating pussy! And until the day I sold it 5 years later I could still see the cum stains in the blue upholstery! (I told my mom it was a milkshake stain….such a dirty girl) Phillip and I spent many a night parked in the middle of a field, or behind the old rock piles, where we would quickly strip off our clothes and devour each other.  The love we felt for each other only made these moments even more intense. With Thomas I had some wild times, but with Phillip they were deep…emotional orgasms! He in fact gave me my first and only vaginal orgasm to this day.

From the beginning of my sexual discovery a clitoral orgasm is all I have ever been capable of. However, one night, prom night in fact, Phillip and I found our ususal spot out in the middle of nowhere and quickly helped each other out of our formal attire.  I can remember the weather had just started to get warmer, but this evening in the cover of darkenss a cold breeze was moving in. I was cold, and he wrapped his arms around me as he nuzzled into my neck. Feeling his hard, rippling body against my soft curves instantly made my core temperature rise! The feel of his smooth skin and rock hard biceps was always exciting. I loved running my hands down the ripples of his muscular youthful back. Most of all I loved the feel of his cock pressed against me, begging for entry, while he patiently kissed nearly every inch of me before settling his mouth between my legs. As he worked his magic the windows began to fog with my heavy breathing and moaning. The feel of his tongue, eagerly exploring my most sacred places was like a religious experience. I could finally take no more! I can remember begging him to fuck me!

“Please!”  He looked up and smiled, saying nothing, but dragging his tongue from the depths of my pussy all the way up my belly, around my nipples, up my neck to my ear. His breath was hot and heavy and I could smell my juices on his face.

“Is this what you want?” I could feel his cock pressing and teasing against my aching cunt. “Yes….please” I begged.  In a flash he slammed into me with a force that rocked the car! It was out of his character to be so rough and I loved it. He fucked me hard and fast until I couldn’t catch my breath. I could see by the look on his face he was nearing his first orgasm….

“Uh…Oh…I’m gonna come!!!” I could feel him pulsing inside of me in the beautiful waves of his orgasm, soon I was joining him with my body responding eagerly to his pleasure.  As usual, his first orgasm did little to affect his erection and he slowed down and began to make love to me more gently and passionately. His tongue and breath were hot on my neck and we were both dripping with sweat as the condensation rolled down the car windows. His rhythm was slow and steady and the sensation of cold air on my wet skin,  his hot breath and the friction of his hard body against mine brought me to another screaming orgasm.  This must have spurred his excitement because he once again began to force himself hard against me, pounding my pussy with ferver! I could tell by his breathing he was nearing another orgasm and my anticipation of his pleasure once again created that build up inside of me that indicated I might be coming again. The next thing I knew I was feeling the most tremendous, glorious, frightening feeling from deep inside my pussy. It convulsed and squeezed and my body rocked and shook, and he could not hold back his own climax as his cock as being ravaged by my pulsating pussy! We exploded together in violent earth shattering orgasm! It was beautiful. 

To this day I have never again experienced that. I do not know if it was simply a vaginal orgasm or indeed a G-spot orgasm, perhaps they are one in the same. But I do know that we worsened the milk shake stain in my car that night! LOL!

Not only had I been able to loose my virginity in a very pleasing and sensual way, I had been able to help someone else do the same. I took a lot of pride in being the first woman Phillip had ever experienced. And after we crossed the threshold into complete sexual satisfaction I felt more free to let the inner slut in me peek out more and more. I was still much more guarded with him at first, I loved him desperately, I didn’t want him to see that deep inside I was an insatiable freak. But as the months went by I felt more and more free to be myself. Phillip and I had the most amazing sex! Not the wild, animal sex that Thomas and I had. With Phillip it was beautiful and intense, a full physical and spiritual experience. And as he became more comfortable and confident in his skills as a lover, he was eager to learn all that I had to teach him. Up until Phillip, I had not had many comfortable experiences with having someone lick my pussy. Many had tried it, but it never felt the way I had imagined in my fantasies and I had never been able to come. Looking back, I think the age of my lovers contributed to that significantly. Worshipping a woman in such a manor is most certainly an adult delicacy. Especially if you are going to do it right. Phillip expressed an interest within a few months of our sexual journey. By this time I was completely comfortable with him in all my naked glory and sexual tendencies. I was excited and eager to let him have his way with me. The opportunity presented itself one Sunday afternoon when we were alone at his house. I don’t even recall how we got from kissing on the couch to naked on a blanket on the floor, but I do remember his lips, slowly trailing down my body, stopping to taste one nipple and then another, licking down my belly, kissing my navel, down down down to my secret garden, pausing to look up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes, smiling as he pushed my legs open wider. I held my breath as he licked my inner thigh and made his way closer and closer. I can remember the feeling of his fingers spreading my lips, gently grazing my swollen clit as he did so. And then it happened, his tongue….oh his tongue. Hot and soft, gently caressing my swollen glands. The feeling was like nothing I had ever known! My body felt like it had been transported to another universe. He explored all of me with his mouth and I gasped as I felt his tongue enter my quivering cunt. He fucked me slowly with his mouth, causing me to feel like I was loosing my senses. Then he trailed his tongue back up to my clit, flicking it around to tease my love lips on the way. He settled his mouth on my clit and began a steady assault, gradually increasing his pace. As I glanced down occasionally to watch him, the look on his face made it all the more exciting, he was in heaven. Unlike so many other lovers who were just testing the waters, he was swimming in the ocean of my juices and was thoroughly enjoying it! As the motion and pressure on my clit increased, I felt the build up coming in waves. Wave after wave of pleasure, each one threatening to push me out to sea, but never quite reaching. I feared I might loose control of myself, I was drunk with ecstasy! And as he slipped two of his heavenly fingers inside me, never letting his tongue loose it’s rhythm, I screamed like a woman in pain…but it was pleasure. Oh it was pleasure beyond compare. My body rocked and bounced and Phillip just kept on going. My legs clamped around his head as my pelvis rocked and bucked. I cannot describe in words the intensity of this orgasm, I am sure he feared for his safety, trapped in the claw of my cunt, but he never stopped. He let me ride his face until I had all I could take. My body fell limp and my legs were shaking as he climbed back up to kiss me. His face was soaked and dripping as he smiled at me, nearly laughing. I think he was quite proud of himself, and he should have been! He was a Sex God in my eyes after that!

Within weeks after Thomas and I parted ways I hooked up with my first real love. The first guy I was head over heels in love with, body and soul, Phillip. I was still 17 and he was a18. Another beautiful farm boy (I live in a rural farming community in the midwest) with black hair, blue eyes, dark skin and sculpted body that looked like it came straight out of a magazine. The kind of body that has never once seen the inside of a gym but has spent many hours bailing hay, tending livestock, and other various laborous tasks. He was shy and quiet and never had the nerve to talk to me unless he had been drinking. Our conversations actually started before Thomas and I split.  Thomas used to tease me about having a crush on him, and at the time I honestly didn’t, but after a while he really started to grow on me. I could tell he liked me.  He would watch me from across that way at parties, our eyes often meeting in the firelight of an outdoor autumn campfire. There was definitly something there, but he never once asked me out.  Of course, me being the aggressive goddess that I am just called him on the phone one night and asked him out myself.  He stuttered over his answer of “uuuh….uhhhh” I finally said “it’s ok to say no”…he said “No! I mean Yes!! I mean no that’s not it, ‘no’ is not what I was going to say, I just meant that I wasn’t going to say no…” It was cute and I laughed heartily about it. I think he was relieved that I was confident enough to roll with it and find the humor in it. 

Phillip and I had a lot of fun on our first few dates.  We seemed to click from the beginning.  He was very much the gentleman and took things very slowly (leaving me to play with myself night after night to find some satisfaction), finally we moved to the groping and petting stage of our relationship. Honestly we were probably moving at the kind of pace the average teen couple moves in….I just happened to be a sex machine by the age of 15, so to me it felt like a turtle’s pace. Part of me wanted to just devour him, but another part of me knew that he was a ‘good boy’ with good morals and I was falling hard for him. I did not want him to see me for the little slut I truly was.  He had to know, to some extent. He ran around in the same circles as Thomas, and Thomas and I were not very discreet about our lust for each other in our hay day. But Phillip seemed to truly care about me. He took his time and wanted to get to know me.  I felt like he really saw me….for ME.  He used to love to snuggle my hair. It was very long and thick, curly and dark and if we had been outdoors very long he used to say it took on a special smell. He said it soaked up all the good smells from the flower, trees and grass and created it’s own perfume. He was so tender and romantic.  My heart was taking over in a way I had never experienced. Truth be known all my other previous lovers before Phillip were based on mutual lust. But Phillip was love. Phillip was patience. Phillip was tenderness. And Phillip was a virgin……..

For starters let me just say if you could have laid eyes on this 18 year old teenage God, you would never in a million years believe he had never been laid. He could have his pick of any girl….all my girlfriends even oohed and aaahhed over how hot he was. But if you got to know him, you would quickly see that he is a very rare breed. He respects his mama, he’s a good catholic boy who goes to church every weekend, he obeyed his daddy even when the chores on the farm were unfair and overbearing. He was just the perfect kid.  Until I got a hold of him of course! Bwahahaahaha!!!

Finding out that Phillip was a virgin both excited me and scared me. I so badly wanted to fuck him…SO badly. But I didn’t want to rush him. I didn’t want him to feel like he was being used, nor did I want him to feel pressured.  I knew it was inevitable. We were in love, the passion was mounting and it was only a matter of time.  I can still remember rubbing his cock through his jeans until he came. The nymph inside me wanted to just reach inside his pants and feel it, but he was bringing out the good girl in me, if only temporarily.  I can remember wanting to beg him to slip his fingers in my cunt, but being afraid he would think I was a tramp.  When the day came that he finally did decide to explore my body completely it was maddening!! I didn’t know how much longer I could take it. I was seriously considering finding a way to buy a dildo or something of the sort. I needed a good pounding and this guy was driving me crazy. But in those days buying a sex toy was not as easy as it is now, especially for a teenage girl.

It felt like such a pleasure and honor to be the first woman to ever touch him like a lover. When I finally place my fingers around his throbbing cock for the first time I nearly came myself.  While not the monster that Thomas was, Phillip was still very blessed in the penis department.  I was all the more eager to deflower him.   And once he got a taste of my oral talents I knew it would not be long before he wanted the real thing.

The night finally came, we didn’t plan it, it just happened.  To this day I can still recall the passion, the tension, the nervousness. I am not exaggerating one bit when I say this….I could hear his heart beating as he came near me.  At first I feared it was footsteps coming towards my room, but I knew we were alone.  But one look in his eyes let me know it was his heart racing.  I can still feel him entering me.  It is a beautiful memory that I will always carry with me.  Gently stripping him of his innocence as he slowly entered me, our eyes locked, him looking so lovingly at me.  I knew then, I could love him forever. The excitement and tenderness of the moment gave me an incredible orgasm, completely unexpected with no build up or warning. My body just seemed to be rejoicing in the joining of our bodies.  He was very surprised at my reaction and I could tell he was trying to hold himself back, he had so wanted to last longer than the average virgin, but my moans and cries, combined with the pulsing in my pussy was more than he could bear and he exploded inside me like a rocket.  We collapsed together and stayed that way for what seemed like hours….and we cried. Happy happy tears. Every guy should loose his virginity that way.

From the first time Thomas and I fucked, we fucked any time we could sneak away! And I say we ‘fucked’ because that is exactly what we did. Thomas and I rarely made love. The chemistry between us was carnal, it was raw lust.  We fucked each other like lions, wild, unabashed and sometimes painful fucking! 

We thoroughly enjoyed fucking in his S-10 pickup truck, and even out in the open air in the bed of the truck. Quite often you could have found me bent over the tailgate with him pounding away from behind. Once we were caught by a crop duster! It was broad daylight, but we had driven way way back into one of his father’s fields so we were certain we were safe….until we saw the plane coming. It was dusting the exact field we were in so we had to scramble to escape.  We jumped in the truck buck naked and drove like hell, laughing all the way!!

Thomas had a brilliant idea one night when we were longing to escape the confines of his tiny truck. His family had an old house that no one was living in, located on a part of their farm.  We decided to break in and utilize that space for some adult recreation.  Inside, he threw me down on a dusty bed and we began tearing each other’s clothes off. I swear that boy only had to look at me and I was wild with desire. The taste of his mouth, the taste of his skin, the taste of his cock, I can still fully recall it.  His mouth hot on my neck with his cock bulging through his pants against me was all it took to have me screaming his name.

There was no better feeling than that moment of anticipation between feeling his dick pressed against my begging, dripping cunt and when he started to slowly push himself in, inch by inch, always ever so slowly…..looking me right in the eye, knowing that he was torturing me and giving me indescribable pleasure.  His body fit mine so perfectly. The friction between our bodies was exactly as God intended ecstasy to be. I could come over and over again just feeling his thrusts. His giant cock felt so amazing. To this day many of my fantasies are filled with recollections of reality.  I don’t need to dream about fantasy lover. I have had him. But as always, it couldn’t last forever.  I think we both knew that what we had was mostly based on lust and not love.  I think we did love each other, but we still had so much growing up to do at the time. We both moved on to new lovers.

I still see him often.  He is still a friend, neighbor and our families attend church together. He has kids the same age as mine.  It’s crazy really. But we both know…..it’s still there. It only takes a second of eye contact for the fire to be lit. I think our spouses suspect it. They probably should.  In one final bittersweet moment as I danced with him at his wedding, and my soon to be husband danced with his new bride, he pulled me close to him. The feel of his body pressed against mine sent memories of passion flooding back.  For an instant I almost didn’t trust myself. I had to push away. He pulled me back firmly and whispered in my ear….

“I will always love you….”

I left his wedding with mixed emotions. He picked a fine time to tell me that!! The one person in my entire life who had ever given me complete pleasure had just informed me he loved me…right after he married someone else.  Years later, once, when he was really intoxicated, he made a pass at me. He left an offer on the table…if I ever wanted to rekindle the flame……but by then we both had families. I am a lot of things…but a homewrecker is not one of them.

So I last left off with Captain Jack. He will always hold a special place in my heart (if not elsewhere) but alas our affair didn’t last. A long distance relationship is impossible for two horny 15 year olds! I needed someone in the here and now. And I found a few ’someones’ after Jack, both notably unnotable. But in all fairness, it’s not everyday you find a teenage boy like Jack, who is eager to please his lover. Most teenage boys are more interested in getting their nut off and that is all of their concern. I went through a few lovers before stumbling upon my sexual soul mate. One of those lovers, interestingly enough is out west trying to make it as a rock star. He is certainly talented enough to do so, and the only reason I mention him is that it is humorous to me now that he could potentially be a famous rock star, plastered on my children’s bedroom walls, and to me he will always be just a ’so so fuck’. Ha! But he was only 15 (I was 16), I gotta cut the kid a break, hopefully he has learned some new skills to keep his groupie’s happy. So fast forward to the age of 17. Aaaah sweet 17. What I would give to taste 17 again. I was a sight to behold, although I didn’t realize it. I felt out of place. My long dark curly hair was the crowning jewel on a siren’s body. Funny how I didn’t know that then, I wanted straight hair like all the other girls. I also always felt a bit chubby. I did not have the boyish figure of so many of my friends. My breast were full and perky, my hips were round and full, my tummy was not flat, but slightly rounded and firm, melting into my hips like a pat of butter on a warm roll. My legs were long and sexy with thighs that were thick and strong and calves that were slender and muscular. My ass was round and taught. I was curvy and voluptuous. I realize now I had the body of a woman….not a girl. It’s no wonder I was never at a loss for a lover. But I had yet to know a lover who could have me on my knees begging for his body, longing for the pleasure I knew he could provide….until I met Thomas. Thomas was tall, muscular, blond haired, blue eyed 20 year old farm boy who looked like he had been molded after a Greek God. He had a devilish smile and passionate blue eyes that let me see inside his deepest, dirtiest thoughts almost from the moment we met. From the first day I laid eyes on him, I wanted him. I wanted him to tear off my clothes and sink his teeth into me. And I could see it in his eyes too. We were gasoline and fire together. An instant flame that grew to a blazing wild fire that seemed insatiable. Our first few physical encounters were fairly innocent in nature but rather quickly our sessions crossed over to intense passion. I remember one night before we had even gone far enough to feel each other’s naked bodies I had a powerful orgasm with him. We were laying on the couch and I was on top of him, and as his mouth explored my mouth and neck I could feel his huge bulge inside his jeans growing against my clit. It was becoming quite obvious the that size of his cock was something I had not yet experienced and the anticipation of what might be to come had my pussy quivering with excitement. As we lay there with my clit pressed firmly against his rock hard dick I felt my hips rocking against him, completely against my will. I had so wanted him to think of me as at least a little bit innocent, but the nymph inside me took the reins and I threw my head back as I rubbed myself off on him through my thin summer shorts, letting out a deep throaty cry as my body was rocked with an orgasm. I completely lost myself in the moment, forgetting all about making a good impression. His dick was ripe for the rubbing and my cunt couldn’t take it any longer. The look on his face when I came back to my senses was one of shock and pleasant surprise. I think he was quite proud of himself and probably thinking “Now this is the kind of girl I’ve been looking for” I was slightly embarrassed by my brash and bold actions and shyly apologized but he just wrapped me in his arms and kissed me again, softly and reassuringly at first and then more intensely. Just as things were starting to get hot again, my parents came home. Arrrggghh!! Once again it was off to my room to finish out the fantasy alone. I think we both knew when he picked me up for our next date that this was gonna be the night. We had plans to go to dinner and movie and never made it any further than closest lease road in a corn field. It was late summer and the crops were high so it was easy to hide his truck and let ourselves cut loose. I remember his hands reaching to free my breasts from the constraints of my bra. My nipples were begging him to touch them and when he did electricity shot through my body! I quickly removed my shirt and his. His chest was tan and muscular from years of work on the farm. His arms were sculpted with the telltale signs of hard labor. Everything about him was manly. I wanted to feel every ripple on him. His hands and his mouth explored every inch of my neck and chest and by the time he brought his mouth to my breasts I could have cried with relief. He seemed to enjoy the effect he was having on me, and the anticipation of feeling him inside me was making me crazy. He had not even slipped his hands into my panties yet. I was dying! I needed to feel him there. My body was begging, my pussy was dripping, I felt high from the arousal. I don’t even remember how I got his pants down but I do remember my first real look at his cock. Oh Mercy!! I had only seen things like that in my Dad’s old pornos. Long, very thick and smooth, with the exception of one large vein pulsing out. It was a deep pink color, dripping with pre-cum and I swear if it could have it would have smiled at me. I didn’t know whether to fuck it or suck it, but my pussy quickly made that decision for me. As I straddled him in that pickup truck he grabbed my hips to prevent me from slamming myself down on him as I intended. Oooh this boy knew how to tease me. My eyes pleaded with him as he looked at me and grinned. He licked his lips as he slowly pulled me down onto his waiting cock. His head rolled back as my tight wet tunnel slowly enveloped him. He felt so good, oh God he felt good. When I finally reached the entire length of him and my clit made contact with his pelvis, the nymph inside me took over once again. I lost complete control of myself as I rode him like a rodeo bull. My back arched and he bit my nipples, I cried out with pleasure and pain. I could not control the sounds coming out of my throat, over and over again I cried out and moaned like a wild animal. We fucked and grunted for what seemed like hours until Thomas gripped my ass firmly and bounced me hard on him as he was nearing his own orgasm. The look on his face was vicious, like nothing I had ever seen before. It turned me on immensely and as my clit slammed into him and my pussy was being pummeled by his huge cock. I had a mind blowing orgasm. I came so hard I thought I was going to hyperventilate. He simultaneously exploded inside of me. I could feel his cum bursting out into me in gush after gush of intense pleasure. His face had a look of rage as he was coming, that look just made my own orgasm that much more intense. We were like beasts, each taking what we desired from the other without hesitation. It was the first time I had ever achieved orgasm through intercourse. It was heaven! I remember when we had come back down to earth and were basking in the moonlight, him still inside of me as I rested my head on his shoulder. I told him that was the first time that had ever happened for me. “It won’t be the last….” He said with a grin, and it wasn’t.

Thus far I have only been blogging about the past. Some may be wondering why I am not recounting any current adventures, but at the present, there is not much adventure to be had. The realities of raising a family take precedence over the physical needs of this sexually frustrated nymphomaniac. However, I have been enjoying a HUGE surge in my solo activity thanks to my new found blogging hobby!! Last night, anticipating the upcoming ‘character’ in entries to come has me all in a tizzy! As soon as I have a private moment to allow myself to be worked into a frenzy in front of the computer I will begin the story of “Thomas”…….mmmmmm Thomas. The ultimate play thing for a 17 year old nymphet! I get wet just thinking of him to this day. Stay tuned….I will share our adventures very soon! He’s going to take up a lot of entries!

So my cherry finally popped! What sweet relief to finally be physically equal to the mental state I found myself in. For months Jack and I spent as many weekends near each other as we could. Fortunately our parents were naive enough to think that two 15 year olds who met at church camp could be trusted alone together while I visited him at his house for 5 days. Oh My God! There wasn’t a single room in that house that we did not fuck in. Like rabid animals we devoured each other several times a day. It was easy to shed all inhibitions with him, but who are we kidding, I don’t have many! Sex with Jack was definitely an educational experience for both of us. I was not his first but he had only been laid once, so I was his first real lover. We tried every position imaginable, but I was still unable to come during intercourse. Jack concluded this was because I was fucking myself entirely too often when I was alone. Perhaps there was some basis to his theory, but can you honestly really come too much? On one visit I brought my ‘back massager’ which I had purchased for myself before Captain Jack came into my life. We decided we were definitely going to give this a try and maybe I could finally enjoy the feeling a hard cock being sucked dry by my convulsing, coming, cunt. We wasted little time ripping each other’s clothes off as we watched Jack’s mom pull out of the driveway that afternoon. I was so horny, anticpating the pleasure that was coming. While Jack always made sure to finish me off with a good finger fuck everytime, I so badly wanted to come all over his big dick! Jack threw me down on the bed and began licking my neck and trailed down to my breasts, gently biting and tugging at my nipples. He seemed wild with lust. I was so turned on, I didn’t want to wait any longer, I spread my legs and rocked my hips forward, feeling his cock pressing against the outside of my hot and waiting pussy. Jack groaned as I pulled his hips into me and felt his dick slide into my tight box. He felt so good, thrusting in and out of me slow and steady. “I want to feel you come!” He whispered and quickly turned me around and entered my dripping cunt. I could hear him moaning and sucking in his breath as he watched his dick pumping me hard from behind. A glimpse in the mirror on his dresser gave us both a full view of our hot young bodies slamming into each other in carnal fashion. I could feel his balls slapping against me and as I placed the massager to my clit I thought I would melt right into the bed. The sensation of him fucking me, watching his face in the mirror as he watched himself fuck me like an animal and hearing him groan “Uhhh, I’m…I’m…I’m gonna come…” sent me over the edge like an avalanche. My body rocked and shook as my pussy strangled his cock and squeezed every drop of juice out of him. When we collapsed in a heap on the bed, with him still inside me semi-hard, my pussy contracted for what seemed like 10 minutes. I made him stay just like that….it felt so good. Like my pussy was thanking his cock for such a beautiful experience. We stayed like that long enough that Jack was soon hard again and began thrusting himself deeply inside slowly and roughly, grunting hard with every thrust. Then he began picking up speed. I could see in the mirror that look of wild lust on his face again. He fucked me so hard and fast that by the time we both came again I was only half on the bed, with my hands planted firmly on the floor and my ass in the air. It was heaven.

Without Lane I was left to satisfy myself alone for a few months while I settled in to a new school. Summer rolled around and at the urging of my parents I attended a church camp about 3 hours from home. Now mind you, even this little nymphet had standards...I did not go to church camp looking to get laid. But that first night I set my eyes on the boy who would turn my world upside down. Jack. He came on strong and aggressively and made no apologies for the way he looked at my hot 15 year old body. I have always been a busty girl and at that age I was much more blessed than most of the girls around me. And I was pretty easy on the eyes if I do say so myself.

It only took 24 hours for me to be completely hooked on this guy. A guy I couldn't even kiss in public (this is church camp folks), but the sexual energy between us was explosive. I laid awake every night waiting for my bunkmates to go to sleep so I could fuck myself and think of his body sweating and panting all over me. I feared someone would overhear my heavy breathing as I brought myself to a climax in such close quarters. It didn't stop me though...I am very patient when it comes to getting gratification!

He must have sensed it from the beginning. Something told him I was not your average little church girl. I was far from a good girl. By now I had experienced everything but a good fuck and was even an experience phone sex partner. I wonder how he knew?

By the middle of the week we had begun a torrid mental affair. Unable to act on any of it we exchanged letters, spoke in hushed tones about all the things we would do to each other if we could, and spent many hours just touching...harmless touches, that to a bystander seemed like nothing, but to us meant something very intense. He would swirl his finger in circles on the inside of my wrist very gently and tell me "This is your nipple", I would stroke his thumb, softly and gently, gradually increasing to the intensity of a good fast hand job, He would slide his finger into my closed fist and thrust in and out and in and out, while we locked eyes with each other and knew exactly what every motion was intended to be and our bodies were screaming out to make it all a reality. There were the occasional quick strokes, his hand brushing against my breast, my hand brushing across his crotch, a knee pressed against my pussy as he hugged me. None of it was innocent. We knew exactly what we were doing. I remember during a sermon on one of the last days of camp, we sat holding hands, pretending to be listening intently to the preacher as he talked about morality, chastity and being pure in spirit. Jack was holding my hand and once again finger fucking my fist with such intensity that I was afraid to stand up for fear that the wetness between my legs would have soaked through my shorts and everyone might see what I had really been concentrating on. He had me worked up to such a frenzy that my face was red and I was panting. I had to excuse myself to go to the restroom and within seconds I fucked myself to an mind shattering orgasm. When I returned to my seat, I whispered in his ear "I bet you wish you could have seen what I just did".....I watched as his eyes grew aflame and I took his hand and began the fist fucking motions again. Before the sermon was over, poor Jack had to excuse himeself to the restroom too. He returned with a very satisfied look on his face. The thought of him alone, jerking off to me and exploding all over himself only intensified my passion. Before the night was through we found a way to find some time alone together and finally I felt his hands on my cunt, slippery and nearly sloppy from all the fore play and mind fucking we had been doing. He brought me to orgasm immediately and I reached inside his pants to free his cock. I wanted him in my mouth so badly I was drooling. We knew it was risky, getting caught would be serious trouble. Just as I started to pull him free we heard a noise in the woods. Fearful it was a counselor we scrambled to zip up and look respectable. It turned out to be nothing, but by then the moment had passed.

Soon it was time to go home and I was desperate to be able to see Jack over the summer. He lived 3 hours away, but he found a way to come visit and stay with a mutual friend. That visit gave us the chance we had waited for! But once again, chivalry got the better of him. As he began to fall for me, he had second thoughts about spoiling my virginity. He was not a virgin, neither was Lane, but both of them wanted to keep me pure. But I had learned my lesson with Lane. This guy was gonna give me a good fucking! So began my assault. Left alone for many hours at a time, Jack and I spent most of it wrapped in each others arms, half clothed, bringing each other to one orgasm after another. Oh how I miss youth and all it's freedom, spiritually and physically! I could suck him off and he would still be rock hard, humping my leg as he fucked me with his hand. We experimented with our bodies in so many ways, except the way I most desperately wanted. About the 3rd day we discovered an amazing way to have a mutual orgasm. I sat in a chair, while he faced me on his knees. He used my pussy juices to lube up the head of his dick and he massaged my clit with it. He jerked himself off while being sure to keep the head against my clit. The feeling was amazing for both of us. Absolutely fucking amazing! I could come right now thinking about it. His cock, slick with my juices, felt just like a tongue....(a sensation I did not get to fully enjoy until adulthood). And when his come splashed out all over my cunt, hot and sticky, it sent me into a frenzied orgasm every time. We put a new spin on dry humping that day.....wet humping. I highly recommend it...I still enjoy it to this day.

So after a day spent wet humping we let passion carry us away and in an instant his throbbing cock went from rubbing my clit to sliding into my pussy. I remember to this day the feeling. Mmmmmm....after so much build up it was wet and slick and he entered easily, but it was a tight fit. The look on his face is something I still smile about. I remember he asked me if I was ok...meaning "are you sure you want to do this" and I don't think I said a word, I just rocked my hips and sucked that dick up inside me. I loved it. I didn't come that time.....probably nerves or the fact that I had already come about 15 times with him that day...but it was wonderful. Every girl should loose her virginity that way.

God Bless Church Camp Boys.

After my lusty romp with the neighbor boy it was impossible to suppress the needful thoughts in my head. I nearly gave up my virginity to a scroungy hoodlum in another town at the age of 13, but had the common sense to say no when he didn't have a condom! Thank God! I tried to put the brakes on myself after that incident, which actually happened not long after my little tryst with Skateboard Dan. Soon I met Lane. A tall lanky boy who was a little bit punk rock and a little bit nerd. He was kind and sensitive and sexy as hell. He was not the least bit intimidated by my sexual assertiveness and genuinely seemed to care about me, not just about getting laid. In fact that was a source of frustration in the relationship. I wanted to get laid.....badly! But he felt, at 14 (he was 16) that I was too young and I think he liked to idea of preserving my innocence. Especially when he could think about that tight little un-penetrated pussy when I had my lips wrapped around his cock!

He was the first boy I was able to completely shed inhibitions with and the first boy I ever tasted. From the first time he came in my mouth I couldn't get enough. I would blow him any time, any where. Fortunately he had a little bit more self control than I did, but we did get into some dicey situations a time or two. He often fingered me in the backseat of my parents car while they were in the front seat. They would often take us bowling or out to dinner and if the weather was cool we, of course, need a blanket. Little did they know that under that blanket Lane had slipped his fingers into my wet pussy while I was giving him a hand job. And once, at his house, I was giving him a killer blow job while he fucked my pussy with his fingers when we heard the front door open. His mom yelled for us to come down, they had company.....their priest. Lord I'm lucky I didn't burst into flames. We had to finish our little session on the phone. Yes the phone. I was having phone sex at the age of 14. Although, sadly he is the only guy I ever had phone sex with. It's hard to come across guys that are that open to such experiences in the Bible Belt I call home. But for a good 6 months Lane and I tore up the phone lines. I happened to have my own phone line, which was a common trend for teens back then. Boy if GTE only knew what some of us kids were talking about.

More than once Lane and I would part from a date (make out session) and make a promise to each other that neither one of us could touch ourselves until he got home and called me. He lived 5 minutes from my house. Sometimes those were the longest 5 minutes of my life. More than once I was tempted to reach inside my panties and give myself a quickie before he called, but I didn't. I knew the orgasm would be much more intense with him whispering in my ear. We said the most shameful things to each other over that phone. Things no 14 year old girl should be hearing, but they sure sounded sweet to this little nymphet. He would tell me how he wanted to lick my pussy and cover his face with my come. He would tell me he could feel my mouth on his dick as I flicked my tongue around the head. He would tell me he was sucking on my breasts and fingering my clit. I would tell him I could taste his salty pre-come as I sucked him softly and then more swiftly. I would tell him I could taste his balls and how badly I wanted him to fuck me. I would tell him I could feel him coming in the back of my throat and how good it felt to swallow his load and that I loved every drop. And even though we never ever crossed that line, over the phone we would often talk about fucking. We fucked so many times over that phone I might as well have lost my virginity by proxy. I would have the phone propped against my ear as I laid on my bed, hidden under my covers with one hand on my clit and the other fingering my pussy as I listened to him talk about how he wanted to fuck me so badly, how he wanted to feel my tight pussy suck his cock up inside me, how he wanted make love to me softly and how he wanted to fuck the living shit out of me. He would tell me how he was gonna come so hard in my tight pussy and I could hear him coming over the phone as he jerked himself off. God I practically begged him every night over the phone to just come over and do it already!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wanted him so badly! But alas he did not pop my cherry. We ended up moving and after a while we lost touch. I still wonder what he is up to. I wonder if he ever hears my voice in his ear when he is jackin' off in the shower and I wonder if he remembers my virgin mouth opening up for his cock for the very first time. I think he is the reason I have a serious need for dirty talk in bed. And it took me many years to get my ultra conservative husband to tell me he wanted to "fill my pussy up with come"! Yes, the child nympho married a very square sexual partner. But he is broadening his horizons. Slowly but surely.

Lane was also the first man to taste my pussy. Neither of us had ever tried it, and he really wanted to give it a try. Unfortunately my nerves got the better of me and I couldn't come. We never tried it again. It's a shame really because I think, given the opportunity to come all over his face, he would not have been able to resist and would absolutely proceeded to slam my pussy with that hard cock of his. Too bad....it was over a year before I finally FINALLY got fucked! That was the beginning of a wild decade!

My first introduction to sex was Madonna. I was in 2nd grade and spent much of my days singing "Like a Virgin" to myself. What was a virgin? I wondered this for weeks, before finally asking a friend's older sister. She seemed like a teenager at the time, but was probably only 9 or 10 in reality. She gave me a quick lesson in grade school sexual definitions......I was hooked. I think Madonna was my first real crush and whatever she was doing I wanted to do, and what she was doing was stoking that inner flame deep inside my loins. Something about the way she moved, the way she danced and looked at me through the TV, that look that told me she could teach me a lot of things.....a lot of things. Then there was Elvis. My mother was a huge fan, so at a very young age I was exposed to his movies, interviews, biographies etc....His passion for women made me very glad I was on my way to being a woman, even if I was only 7 or 8 at the time. Something about the way he moved his hips and thrust his pelvis on stage made me want to rub up against him. Something was stirring deep inside. Something that set me apart from the other little girls my age. Or maybe we were all feeling it and we just didn't talk about it.

I think I was about 9 when I first discovered my Dad's extensive porn collection. A confirmed bachelor, my Dad apparently spent most of his nights with a beer in one hand a lube in the other, although it took me many years to realize that. I just thought I had stumbled on a secret. It had to be a secret because he never talked about it. Fortunately (or not) for me, Dad wasn't a very attentive father. On my weekends to visit him he often left me alone at night to go to the bar. I spent these nights watching "Debbie Does Dallas", "Debbie Does Austin", "Deep Throat" and every other 80's porn flick you can drudge up. It was my sex ed. It was my first glimpse into the power and pleasure of being a woman. I would watch these films for hours, feeling drugged and high and woozy from the feelings they gave me. I had yet to discover my own orgasm, in fact it had not occured to me to try, even while watching so many women pleasure themselves, but I was young. In fact I was far too young to already know as much about sex as I did.

Then one night......I remember I was spending the night at my best friend's house and I was taking a shower. We had been playing in the woods and had gotten all muddy. She let me take my shower first and I was intrigued to find a hand held shower head. I soaked myself good and washed my hair and then removed the shower head from it's base. As if by some force of fate, I moved that shower head over my body and in a split second passed the spraying water between my legs. A feeling shot through my body like a bolt of lightening. It was so forceful that it scared me, but it felt so good I was compelled to do it again. Over and over I passed the spray over my pussy and wave after of wave of pleasure rocked my body. I have no idea how long I was in there, but I came so many times I could hardly stand. I was leaning against the shower wall, flushed and panting and high as if I had taken some drug. I remember someone pounding on the door asking if I was ok.....I don't remember my excuse, but I made up a reason for why it took me so long, and went to bed that night with a yearning and awakening inside me that to this day has never been quelled.

From that day on, I was always in search of my next orgasm. Although I was still innocent enough that fooling around with a guy seemed far too adult and scary for me. I just wanted to come. All the time. Every day. And I did. The neighbor's pool filter, the jets from a hot tub, the bathtub faucet, grandma's back massager (conveniently plugged in in the bathroom...makes me wonder now if Granny wasn't a nympho too) and of course there was always by my own hand. But then I started to get a taste of men......mmmmm boys!! That was back at an age when just the thought of a guys toungue in my mouth could make me come sitting in a classroom. And the first one to almost accomplish this was Dan. My hot, red haired, skater boy neighbor. Someone I had never really even thought about in a sexual way...yet. I had a sweet little boyfriend, Jake all through Jr. High and we never got any farther than necking, although God knows I would have let him go much farther!!! I used to fantasize about Jake every night, and fondle myself while thinking about him fucking me like those sluts in my Dad's pornos. I wanted to feel his hands on me and I dreamt about feeling him inside me, but this was not something I was truly ready for in reality. The thought of someone actually touching my pussy was still very very taboo. It was a part of my everyday fantasies, but not yet a reality I was ready for. Until Dan. I have no idea how a day of hanging out and riding bicycles ended up with the two of us alone upstairs in his room. I remember the room was dark. With only a dim light and he was aggressive and hungry for me. I was almost 14 and my hormones were taking over. I let him touch me everywhere. I can remember his lips trailing my neck down to my breasts and devouring them. We dry humped and explored each other like animals. If I had it to do over again I would have relaxed a little, I think if I had relaxed I could have come a thousand times there on his bed surrounded by punk rock records and skateboard magazines. But he still took me on a wild ride that night. I can still remember the feeling of his fingers sliding into my pussy for the first time. Oh God! I wanted to hump his hand until I covered it with my juices, but my nerves restrained me. And then he took my hand and wrapped it around his rock hard cock. It was huge! Now I know this is the first time I had ever laid my delicate fingers on any man's erection, but it seemed like a monster in my hand as he humped my palm. Looking back now, after a much more extensive history in the rock hard cock department....it was pretty damn big!! The boy was 15 years old then...he's probably John Holmes by now!

There are so many things I would do differently if I had that moment back with my skater boy. First things first I wouldn't have grabbed my clothes and ran out the door before he had the chance to come. If I had it to do over again I would have let him come all over me and enjoyed every minute of it. But alas that was over 16 years ago. I am absolutely certain that after I left he was doing exactly what I was doing when I got home. Fucking myself crazy recalling what had just happened. I think I fucked myself into such a frenzy that night that for the first time I felt my own come squirting all over my hands as I thought about his fingers thrusting in and out of me and the feel of his mouth on my tits. After that night, I was ripe for the taking. Thus began my quest for sexual satisfaction of another kind.....the real thing.