I had an assignment in California and Susan was coming along. I travel a lot and I get companion passes from Delta sometimes so Susan has decided to come along to see a lesbian couple she knows who live just outside San Diego.

Jenna and Heather were friends of Susan’s from NYU and came to visit us several times, but we’ve never been to see them. They invited us to stay in their place, which was a bit of a drive north east of the city where my meeting was but hey, free accommodations are always good. Turns out they have a lovely little mission style 2 bedroom in Kensington, off Rt. 15.

After my first meeting downtown, Jenna, who is dark haired, attractive and has beautiful BIG boobs, had a lovely Thai dinner waiting for us. Afterwards, Heather, who is diminutive and has a short black pageboy cut and blue eyes (she looks like Betty Boop! Honest!) showed us around the house. It has two lovely bedrooms, a nice yard, lots of wrought iron and best of all, a giant hot tub/sauna.

We were naked and in the sauna before Heather could make margaritas, and proceeded to let the travel stress slip off and dissolve in the hot waters. We talked for a long time and watched the stars come out. Susan and I were entwined in the warm water, enjoying the freedom of each other’s bodies with sympathetic company. Heather and Jenna were stroking each other too and we all really enjoyed being massaged and massaging our partners in the warm pool.

We talked about sex and they wondered how I could be bi-sexual (that old discussion.) At one point when the margaritas had soaked in a bit, Susan, asked what they thought of light bondage and domination play. I wasn’t surprised. I knew a lot of her lesbian friends were into it, though we’d never tried. Not only had Jenna and Heather heard of it, they were into it, with each other and sometimes with a group of their friends!!! Susan and I had no idea. They offered to show us, and after all the margaritas and the sensual stimulation that we’d had, we were out of the tub and on to the bedroom, still dripping wet.

Heather likes to be the dominant one, and Susan and Jenna agreed to help if I agreed to be the one who got tied up. They tied my hands to the wrought iron headboard of the bed, and my left ankle to the footboard. Susan wrapped a scarf around my eyes and tied it snugly behind my head. I was naked, on my back and deliciously incapacitated.

The three of them proceeded to give me the most amazing massage, starting with my hands and feet and working toward my core. The poured on a hot massage oil using my breasts and stomach as a well and stroking up and down my arms and legs. Each time, they got closer and closer. I felt sexy and out of control all at once.

I can’t tell you how excited I got, feeling their hands on me, feeling invisible strokes brushing tantalizingly across my pussy. Soon someone was massaging my labia and clit and I started moaning. I’m a little vocal.

Then Heather said, “You can’t just lay there and enjoy this. You’re the slave! Now that you’re ready, you must serve us.” I felt the massaging on my breasts stop and two legs straddle my face. Somehow I knew it wasn’t Susan.

A very warm, soft and surprisingly wet pussy brushed my nose and mouth. She hovered above me, facing my feet. She pressed her clit harder and harder, until she was masturbating on my nose and face hard. I heard Heather’s voice to the other two. “Fill her up,” was all she said.

Immediately I felt a finger sliding gently in my ass, and something large and hard like a dildo pushed into my pussy. It didn’t take much to get it in. I was very wet already. Somebody was licking my arm pit, someone else sucking my nipples and rubbing my breasts, then rubbing large soft breasts on my body.

When they turned on the vibrator, I knew I was a goner.

I felt an orgasm rising and started to moan, but heard Heather again. “No! she said. “She’s not to cum until I do.” The vibrator and the finger disappeared. I started to lick the pussy on my face like you wouldn’t believe. I sucked her clit and licked, moving my head as much as I could up and down her crotch. I remember thinking, “Shit my tongue is too short to reach her g-spot.” I wanted her to cum so bad.

Shortly the vibrator re-appeared in my pussy and I was so turned on I was just about ready to explode. My ass felt the pressure again but it wasn’t a finger. It was larger and almost hurt going in, but when it got in and got smaller again it was divine. Someone was moving it in time to the vibrations of the dildo.

Someone also had straddled my stomach and was rubbing her pussy on my slippery abdomen. I licked and sucked like crazy and started to feel my orgasm rise again. This time she let me. I could see under my blind fold it was Jenna facing her. They were embracing and rubbing and enjoying me and each other. I came in buckets.

I heard Heather make this amazing kind of gurgle and moan as they removed the two objects in my clit and ass. I tasted her clit contracting in my lips. Hot liquid shot into my mouth, then down my chin as I moved up and down her pussy. She rode my face, quivering, and I let her find her pleasure on me.

My face was soaked, my hair was wet, my neck was dripping and my mouth swallowed as I kissed her clit. It was so amazing, and I wanted to do it some more. I wanted to cum again and again and all night.

This blog has gone on too long already and I haven’t told you the rest. We all took our turns. We played well into the morning and went to bed at around 5. Not good for someone who had to be in downtown San Diego at ten the next morning. But the experience was worth it! And the best thing is, it’s only kinky the first time.

On Friday, when I got up to go to my morning photo shoot, Jenna, Heather and Susan were all sound asleep, entwined in the sheets and each other on the king-sized bed. I tiptoed out the door and drove in to SD. When I got back, I found the three of them having “brunch” on the patio. Green melon and prosciutto, olives, brie and pita, and a big bottle of pink champagne on the table. These Californian’s know how to live!

We decided to go on an adventure, so we packed up and went to Black’s Beach, which is a nude beach up the coast. It was a glorious 85 degrees, and the surf was perfect. The beach is pristine and is backed by a steep cliff. It wasn’t crowded like the beaches here are. There were lots of naked people there, who were at once friendly and California-laid back. I swear nudists are the nicest people.

We hung out there for the afternoon, sunning, reading and talking, a lot about the previous night. It had been such an intense experience for me, both sexually and emotionally. I felt like it brought me and Susan closer together, like we could trust each other a lot more. I always got a tinge of jealousy from Susan, especially when she knew I was “with” a male friend.

We had dinner at a seafood place (can’t remember the name) on the way home. When we got back to Jenna and Heather’s it was late and getting cool so we stripped off and sank again into that glorious hot tub.

Apparently Susan felt a lot more comfortable sexually with Heather and Jenna by now. In the pool, Heather came over to Susan and began stroking her breasts and squeezing her nipples (which Susan loves.) The four-way from the night before had broken the ice for us, because it seemed so natural and easy for any of us to pleasure each other. Jenna slipped up behind me and reached around, clutching my breasts with one hand and gently sliding her other hand between my legs. I remember how natural, how second-nature it was to open my legs up to her, then lean my head back and kiss her lips.

We had the most sensual time that evening. At one point, Heather got too hot, and sat on the edge with just her legs in the water. I swam over to her, pulled her close and pushed my face between her thighs, to that warm, wet, wonderful pussy I had dined on the night before. I liked pleasuring her even more now, confident that Susan wouldn’t mind.

Susan was busy anyway. She and Jenna were making out on the other side of the tub and from Susan’s moans, I knew at least what one of Jenna’s hands was up to.

Once again, the four of us wound up in Heather and Jenna’s king sized bed. I am by nature pretty orgasmic. I get excited easily and can cum pretty quickly with the right atmosphere and stimulation. But I’ve never had so many orgasms, so many really soul-wrenching, vagina-shuddering, totally overwhelming orgasms as I had those two nights.

Heather (dominant little Betty Boop) also showed me how to pleasure her in ways I had never tried. She squirts when she cums - it was so awesome. And she is the queen of multiple orgasms – I’ve never seen a woman cum so much. She loves to be sucked and stimulated anally at the same time. I sucked her pussy and fingered her asshole for what must have been a solid hour of moaning ecstasy, punctuated by moments of writhing orgasms and jets of cum in my mouth and on my face.

When we got back, it was the same cold, gray November in New Jersey. No sun on my boobs, no wind blowing cool on my pussy, no sand between my toes. But Susan and I had some new things to do to while away the winter!

I stated in my profile that I want an orgasm a day. So I challenged myself to 30 orgasms in 30 days, using as many different people and as few mechanical devices as possible. It’s been 26 days now and I’m still keeping on target. Friday I went to a dyke bar where lesbians hang out and met a girl. We made out in the coat room for a while and then she went down on me in the men’s room. She said I had the cutest pussy she’d ever eaten. So I was still on track with six days to go.

Saturday was a bit iffy. Susan left for the opera with some of her girlfriends at around six and I didn’t want another bar night. So with no prospects at hand, I fucked my neighbor, Alex. He’s the guy who took my patio pix. We’ve sort of had an on and off fuck buddy relationship since we accidentally had sex after our photo session. He still has his “girlfriend” but she strikes me as kinda bitchy and I don’t think they really get along all that well.

Saturday night, I put on a long t-shirt and my pink flip flops and knocked on Alex’s door – he invites me in and we chat. I hop in his recliner and kick it back, leaning forward so he can look through the low neckline of the t-shirt and see all the way to Florida. “So what are you doing tonight?” I ask him.

“Watching the ballgame,” he says. “Ted might come over and watch it with me.”

I ask him, “What time does the game start?”

“Seven-ten,” he says.

“Great,” I reply. “That means we have just over an hour for sex!” I lift my t-shirt a little bit and open my legs, letting him see my pussy. “My coochie’s horny.” He smiles. I know he wants it. Then I pull my t off completely and lay back in the recliner, naked.

Alex came over to the recliner, unbuttoning his shirt. I reached up and undid his shorts and slipped them down. He didn’t have underwear on and his cock was hanging there deliciously. I fondled it gently and said, “This needs stiffening up.” I took it in my mouth and sucked the soft, smooth head, and then slid my mouth down the shaft as he stood next to the recliner.

It takes just a minute of sucking to get a reaction from his cock. I feel it grow harder and straighter in my mouth. I’ve always enjoyed the pleasure of feeling a man get hard in my mouth. It’s like I’ve created something, woken some great xxxxx up that will soon burrow into my pussy and fill me with hot lava.

Alex then says ”Let’s play on the sofa.” So we move to this big leather sofa he has and I push him down on it gently. When he’s on his back, I sit astride him and lower myself down on his cock. I’m already so wet it goes in easily, that great xxxxx is parting my labia, stretching my vagina walls and rubbing deliciously against my clit. He’s in, and I start riding him like a broken stallion.

We screwed on the sofa for a very long time. I lost track. But when I was really pounding him and was feeling that tingling, swelling wonderfulness of my orgasm rising in my pussy, the door opens and it’s Ted with a six-pack. He’s come for the game! I’d completely forgotten!

Ted apologizes and is about to do a 180 when Alex says, “It’s ok. We’re almost done.”

I haven’t stopped fucking. I kept riding up and down hard on Alex’s cock because I want my orgasm. I NEED MY ORGASM DAMMIT!

So we slam each other’s bodies and I start cumming, in a series of moans and I think a few obscenities. Then Alex cums and I feel his cock pumping jizz deep into my pussy and it’s great and I’m happy I had my orgasm of the day. We collapse, panting, with Ted watching all the while and sipping on one of his beers.

Finally I climb off. Alex’s member is still pretty hard and shiny with our sex juice. I put on my t-shirt and gather up my flip flops. I said to Alex, “Thanks. I really needed that.” As I headed toward the door I turned to Ted and said, half joking, “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

So Sunday my orgasm is at Ted’s place. I told him to get more beer.

Currently, I share a small apartment in New York with my roommate and favorite sex toy named Susan. We met at the gym where we both work out. They have a hot tub and we met in it after our exercise class one day. We started talking about men - I had just broken up with boyfriend number five thousand and one or so, and she told me she’d stopped dating men a long time ago. She wasn’t beautiful but she was pretty – an athletically shaped brunette, fairly large breasts, wicked sense of humor.

At some point I asked her if she missed sex and she said “not at all.” She explained that she found women to be much more sensual than men, more caring and especially knowledgeable about how to please another woman. She also said how she loved to masturbate and had a lovely collection of vibrators and dildos she’d become skilled at using. Needless to say I was intrigued.

Then she did the most amazing thing. Susan asked if she could show me something. I hesitatingly agreed. Then she reached over and very gently put her hand between my legs, slipped her finger up my pussy and did something that felt so incredibly good I can’t describe it. I blushed but couldn’t make my self stop her. She’d hit my “G-spot” and she knew exactly how to stroke it in my pussy. I came right there in the water, riding her finger as it stroked my cunt. It felt like she was all the way up inside me. When I finished, she offered to show me more and invited me to her place.

Long story short I ended up spending the night and achieved a lot of firsts: first time I’d kissed a girl, first time I’d let a girl lick me, first time I’d ever licked a girl – it was fantastic. She actually made me squirt when I had an orgasm, which I never realized I could do. I was embarrassed the first time because I squirted all over her face. Of all the men I’ve had sex with, only a few actually made me cum and I never had orgasms like Susan gave me.

So we go to her apartment. Susan is very comfortable being nude and when we got to her place, she started undressing the minute we got in the door, dropping her skirt on the floor as she turned on the lights and got a bottle of wine out of the ‘fridge. Off came the blouse and bra, then her panties flew on to the sofa.

She was completely naked when she poured us both a glass. She took a sip then went to work taking my clothes off, telling me how pretty she thought I was and caressing my body as she went. I just let her do her thing. I enjoyed being caressed, being admired. And I wanted to have sex with her so much.

When I was naked, I remember how caringly she slipped her hand behind my neck and pulled me close. I felt her breasts touch mine and her nipples were hard. Her body was so warm. I put my arms around her waist and we kissed, a long, slow kiss which got hotter and more passionate as her tongue ran all over mine and explored my mouth. It was the most amazing moment.

We had sex on and off all night. Susan is very oral and she showed me how to suck a pussy. It was glorious! We were naked on the bed, kissing and fondling each other. She had been stroking my clit with her fingers and I was gushing wet. She tasted her fingers and without a word, slid down my body and began licking me between my thighs, over and under my pussy. Her tongue massaged my clit and her fingers played in my pussy, finding my g-spot again and slipping into my asshole, driving me wild. I came and came and came.

When I caught my breath, Susan had slipped up my body. Her pussy was wet and it left a wet streak from my pubic hair to my chest. She paused there, legs spread just under my breasts, hands on either side of my head. Her face was so close to mine I could smell my pussy on her. “Lick me now,” she said and I couldn’t wait. She moved her spread legs up over my face and planted her pussy on my lips. It was salty and dripping as I took her soft, hot pussy lips into my mouth and began to lick.

We’d make out on the bed, drink some wine, lay around naked playing with each other’s bodies and talking for hours, till like nearly sunrise. She showed me so much about myself, and I loved every bit of it.

She let me watch her masturbate. She used two fingers on either side of her clitoris. She also showed me what she liked and how to make her cum. She has a very large clitoris, it’s almost like a finger or a small penis. She taught me how to stroke it, suck it and lick it with my tongue the way that really turns her on. When she cums she has this funny noise she makes, kind of a nasally moan only higher. Susan loves orgasms and has them easily and often. I wish I could cum like that but she says she’s just had more practice.

It was a fabulous night, and since then we’ve had many more. We now share a farmhouse in upstate NY which is quite remote and secluded. We spend weeks there when we never wear clothes, and have sex whenever and wherever we want, indoors and out. We have a growing list of friends (female AND male – wouldn’t want to discriminate!) who join us there on weekends for sex and lots of outrageous fun in the summer.

Each year we throw a huge spring solstice party there for all our nudist and hippie friends. Maybe I'll tell you about what went on at the one last year in my next installment.
Love and Orgasms!
Ellen

So how do you like my pictures? My upstairs neighbor took them. He’s older than me, 40’s probably. Divorced, wife has the kid, the usual tragic suburban scene. Well, we hooked up! I hope it won’t turn out to be a bad idea, but it was a lot of fun and a great way to spend a lazy afternoon.

It was Sunday, and after I got off the computer at about 2:30 the sun was out and my little back patio looked like it was warm enough for some sunning, so I put out my cushions, took off my clothes and laid out. It’s really secluded, which is why I liked the apartment in the first place.

At about four, Alex (my neighbor who took a series of pictures of me on my patio) gets home and comes down to talk. We chat about my nude sunbathing and he gives me shit again about having the pictures he took posted on the NN. I tease him that he ought to pose too. And he says OK!! God I just about shit!

So he goes into his apartment and comes out with the camera and wearing just shorts. I pose him and take pix this way and that. He has a pretty nice body for his age. Then I start teasing him to take off the shorts. I was naked the whole time (it’s so natural for me I don’t even think about it) and it seemed only fair. Finally I pull his shorts down and he kicks them off the rest of the way and lets me take pix of him naked after I SWEAR I’ll never mention it to his girlfriend.

OK, So I guess it’s time for the report. Every guy wants to know. He was quite OK. Not scary big or anything (I don’t really like them too long because they hurt!!) But he was nicely shaved (thank you girlfriend) and except for needing a tan, looked really cute naked.

We had fun and the more he posed the more comfortable he seemed to get being nude. I suppose it helps when the other person is naked too. When we finished, he brought out a bottle of wine and we talked and hung out. Then he asks if I’d like to make dinner with him! God! A naked man who cooks! No wonder his girlfriend is so possessive.

It was getting cold anyway so we went inside and made some pasta and a salad and started another bottle of wine. We never bothered to put our clothes back on. We ate dinner naked at this tiny table in his kitchen and it was awesome. He got right into the nudist thing, and said he may even consider going to the beach with me this summer. So I’ve made a convert!

At that point, things got a little out of control. After dinner and two bottles of wine, we started doing dishes together (I insisted on helping and he insisted on helping me help. ???) and one of us, I won’t say who, got soap suds splashed on her tits. So Mister Suds gets dish water splashed on his chest, and a soap-fight ensued and when it was over we were both covered in bubbles all slippery and wet, rubbing our bodies against each other, and kind of kissing.
It was then that I noticed he had a lazy one going on down below and for some reason, I wanted to touch it in the worst way. I just wanted to feel it, you know, all hardening and slippery from the soap. I was a goner from that point on. His dick got very hard and he started kissing me and sucking on my nipples and I bit his neck and was stroking his by now very hard penis. This goes on until we can’t stand it and he lifts me up onto the little kitchen table and we make love right in his kitchen. I’ve never done it sitting up on a table like that but it worked. It was awesome. I was so into it that I accidentally let him cum all over my pussy and we made a mess of his table but neither of us could have stopped.

After we both calmed down, I was a bit mad at him for not using a condom and told him that next time he’d have to use one. Then I realized, OH SHIT! I was already talking about next time!! So I guess I have a sex toy named Alex living upstairs now. It was really nice though. I haven’t had good hetero sex like that in a long time. Every once in a while a girl needs a good fucking!!

I didn’t stay the night (deadline and work the next day.) I knew if I went to bed with him we’d be making love all over again when we woke up and who knows when we’d get back to reality.

So was it wrong and slutty to hook up with him? I don’t care, really. It’s kind of stupid to put up all these barriers to having fun and enjoying life. After all, I am what I am. I’ve always enjoyed my body since I was a kid and have no intentions of stopping now.

My first time was in a hot tub with my step dad.

Well actually he wasn’t my step dad yet, he was just dating my mom at the time. He was living with us and we had a hot tub out back. Because it was secluded enough in our back yard, he and Mom never wore swimsuits except for when we had company. I did. I was sixteen at the time and thought he was hot – he was 22. My mom was 40 and called him her pool boy. I was boy crazy, had just learned how to masturbate and was full of hormones driving me to erotic dreams about desert islands and imaginings about what “it” was like.

So one week my mom was away on a business trip – she worked for United Airlines – and he and I were in the tub. He was naked of course but I always wore a bikini. He started asking me why I wasn’t naked and told me how nice it felt. Eventually he convinced me to try and I said what the heck. I took off my bikini and wow! It DID feel nice, all that warm water gently caressing my skin as I floated naked in the tub. It was probably the start of my nudist career.

So there we were floating around in the hot water, naked, talking. Then he asked me if I’d had sex and how I liked it. Except for a fumbling finger-session with a boy under a blanket on a choir trip bus and being in a sleeping bag naked with Marcia LaFontayne at a sleep-over, I hadn’t, but wasn’t going to admit it.

So I said I knew all about sex, although I actually only knew what they taught us in Health class – the basics of what goes in where etc. So he asked me more questions – about positions and penises and (eww!) oral sex. But I said I knew all that stuff.

After a bit of this banter, he said “So do you know what to do with this?” He stood up and I saw my first live, erect cock. I’d seen his penis plenty of times before and it was always limp and not very big. This time, it looked huge. I couldn’t figure out how it would possibly fit in my little 16-year-old pussy. I barely had pubes.

But not wanting to seem immature, I got up on the side of the tub and floated my legs out toward him in the water, so he could put it in like they talked about in school. He came over and started playing with my pussy with his fingers, slipping them in and out. It felt really good.

Like a smart ass , I said. “So aren’t you going to put it in?”

Wrong question. He spread my legs wider, came close and I could feel the head of his cock at my pussy. He worked it forward and back, getting a little more in each time. Pretty soon he was all the way in, stroking in and out, and I thought, “so this is what fucking is all about.” Kids said the first time was supposed to hurt but I remember it felt really nice, It made the hair on my neck stand up. I was surprised it didn’t hurt – it felt like my pussy was glowing.

So I relaxed in the water. His cock held me up on one end and I lay my head on the edge of the pool. He fucked me (because I certainly wasn’t doing any of the fucking myself) for a long, leisurely time, then started going faster and harder. I got worried something was wrong and was about to stop him when I suddenly got all slippery inside and he was moaning about cumming.

He stayed in me for a while, pumping it in and out, then pulled it out. It had gotten softer and came out easily. He said he’d had an orgasm and asked me if I had one too. I didn’t know what the term orgasm meant and must have looked puzzled because he said, “It’s what you get at the end when you hump the sofa pillow.” I got caught masturbating once and I guess Mom told him about it.

Now, I knew how I got my orgasms but had never had one using anything like a penis, just a pillow.

“How do I have one with a guy?” I asked.

“You put the cock in your pussy and hump it, just like it’s your pillow,” he explained.

I told him I wanted one and could he put his cock in me again. He said we’d have to wait until later. So we got out of the tub and went into the house and I remember we sat on the sofa naked and watched TV and had ice cream. My pussy felt all slippery even after I’d toweled it off. His cum was oozing out of me.

Later, we went to the bedroom and he asked me to make his cock hard again. I didn’t know what to do so he told me to hold it in my hand and squeeze it. I did it for a while but nothing happened, so he said maybe I should put it in my mouth and squeeze it with my lips and my tongue. It sounded gross but again, wanting to seem grown up, I did it.

His cock was smooth and warm, and I lay with my face in his crotch sucking and manipulating his cock with my tongue. Then he put his hands on my head and began moving it up and down. I caught on pretty quick and I felt his cock getting harder and growing in my mouth. He began to moan and I was afraid he was going to squirt in my mouth and I would miss my orgasm again, so I climbed on top of him and held his cock up to my pussy. Then I eased down on it and it slid right up inside me. Oh my god did it feel good.

It was difficult to get the same sensation as masturbating on a pillow with fucking a cock because when I masturbate with a pillow even today it isn’t really like fucking. I turn the pillow on edge and rub my pussy back and forth, pressing my clit against the firm edge of the pillow. I use a sofa arm or even the corner of my bedpost sometimes. But with his cock going up in me and not against my clit, it wasn’t working.

I asked him if I could do it my way and he said yes. I let him slide out, and with his cock on his stomach pointing toward his head, I road my pussy up and down on it, like I did on the pillow. His cock was slippery and hot and… IT STARTED WORKING! Very soon I was feeling like I did when I masturbated. When it got to feeling better and better, I went faster and harder on his cock.

You should know before I go any further that when I masturbate, I’ve always made this really embarrassing sound with my throat when I cum. It’s like I moan but through my nose and in high pitched little squeals. It sounds all nasally, but I really can’t help it. I’m pretty loud too.

So I started making this sound because I could feel myself losing control and was just pounding away up and down the length of his cock. Finally I came, and he must have been able to feel it because at that instant he shifted his body down and rammed his cock deep inside my pussy. Wow, that did it. I kept cuming and cuming and squirting and bouncing to make my pussy keep cuming and squirting some more.

About when I couldn’t stand it any longer, he started moaning but I couldn’t take the sensation. It was just too intense. I had to pull him out but didn’t know what else I should do after I did it. So I climbed off him and quickly took his cock in my mouth again, thinking if he liked it before, maybe he’d like it again.

His cock tasted like my finger after I masturbate, and his penis was huge, wet and very warm. My lips and face got wetter and wetter every time I slid down into his pubic hair because I’d completely soaked him. My pussy still throbbed like mad.

I started moving my head up and down on his cock, sliding it in and out of my mouth. I remember how he reacted when I was sucking just the head. He was rolling and moaning a lot when I felt a salty jet of cum spurt into my mouth. It tasted ok, nothing gross, kinda like gravy on my tongue, so I swallowed it each time he squirted. Finally he was done and we lay there on the bed. I was so proud! I had my own special pool boy and felt so grown up!

Afterward we agreed we would do it again whenever Mom was away, and that we would keep it our little secret because she’d be mad if she ever found out. I never let on and she never knew. He and I had lots of fun afternoons after that, and whenever she was gone overnight, we always had ice cream after sex in the hot tub and we walked around naked all over the house. At night, we’d have sex in their bed, and during the day we’d have random sex just about anywhere.

He showed me lots of things: positions, sexual massage techniques, how to do hand jobs and blow jobs. He introduced me to their sex toys and I liked the idea of using Mom’s vibrators. It was like I was sharing something of hers, something with the Mom’s seal of approval, yet I was doing something naughty at the same time. When I was alone I’d borrow the vibrator and pretend he was holding it. I liked the taste of his cum too, and to this day it always reminds me of my first time when somebody cums in my mouth.