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Born and raised on a farm in a small West Virginia
town, I certainly was not prepared for the fantastic things that have
happened to me in the last year. I was a virgin when I married Duane right
out of high school. We were everybody's "perfect couple" -- he played
football, and I was a cheerleader. Duane worked hard for a lot of years,
and, last year, got the "big" promotion and was transferred to Baltimore.
We had to leave our little town for the first time in our lives. It was
very scary, but our minister gave us an introduction letter to a church
just outside of Baltimore, and the people at our new church were the
greatest -- making us feel at home, helping us settle in, etc. As you can
guess, I was the dumb little country girl in the big city for the first
time -- I had never been exposed to all the sex and violence and
four-letter words in the "outside" world.
Duane and I were about even in the sex department, and I didn't believe
people could do the things to each other that I have recently discovered
they do. Duane and I have been married nine years and we normally made
love maybe two or three times a month, and, although I was unaware of
this, I had never experienced an orgasm in all the years of my marriage.
We had sex in the traditional, "missionary" position, and as soon as Duane
reached his climax, he would get up and take a shower, and then I'd take
mine. To me, the sex felt good, but I thought that was all there was to it
-- no big deal. We had never tried, or even discussed, oral sex or
anything else for that matter. Duane's new job keeps him on the road
constantly and he is gone more than he's home. We bought a house when we
moved to Baltimore, and the upkeep and expenses in the area are demanding.
We live near a large state university and decided to rent out a room to a
college student.
Duane and I didn't want just anybody living in our house, so we were
fortunate enough to have a church member recommend her nephew to us. My
story really begins last August, when our college student, Joe, moved in.
As part of the rental agreement, I made his bed everyday and cleaned his
room. A couple of weeks after he moved in, I found a whole stack of
"adult" magazines under his bed. There were "Playboys" and "Penthouses,"
but there were also magazines with only pictures called things like
"Stockings and Lace," "Bush Basher," "Anal Honeys," and "Big Tit Fuckers."
I was amazed and shocked at what I saw in the pictures and what I read in
the letters and stories. But every day, I dug another one out to read or
look at. One afternoon, Joe came in unexpectedly and caught me sitting on
his bed, reading his magazines. I was embarrassed beyond words, and wanted
to die!
I could feel myself blush from head to toe, and Joe tried to console me,
telling me not to be ashamed. We began to talk, and he asked me a lot of
questions about my attitude towards sex, and even my experiences. I had
never talked to anyone about sex, and I just opened up, for the first time
in my life. After a long conversation, he finally convinced me that I had
never really experienced sex to the fullest and knew nothing of its
pleasures. To make a long (and I'm sure, obvious) story short, within two
weeks, Joe seduced me and we began having sex every day. Soon after we
started, Joe insisted on performing oral sex on me. I resisted at first,
but finally gave in, and, within a few short minutes, I experienced the
most wonderful orgasm of my life!
From that second on, I couldn't get enough of his sucking and screwing me.
He never failed to bring me to climax and I was so hooked on his wonderful
body and tongue that I would have done almost anything to have him suck
me. Several days later, Joe asked me to perform oral sex on him. Of
course, I refused, telling him that I had never done anything like that,
even with Duane. He told me that he would not suck me until I sucked him.
Two days later I gave in and started sucking him regularly. From that day
on, our schedule was for me to suck him until he came (and I swallowed
it), then we would make love until he came a second time, and then he
would suck me until I had my greatest orgasm of the day. Somehow, each day
and each orgasm was better than the last.
Needless to say, I loved every second of our lovemaking. Joe soon told me
that he wanted me to go out and buy a very specific sexy outfit for him.
Everything was to be black. The dress was to be very short and tight. I
was also to get a sexy lace bra and tiny lace panties, garterbelt,
stockings and the highest patent leather, high heels I could find. I
bought the items as soon as I could afford them, finding the shoes at a
Goodwill store. Of course, I had to hide my new outfit so that Duane
wouldn't see it. Almost everyday, when I dressed up in my outfit, it would
drive Joe absolutely nuts. He would go wild and our lovemaking hit new
heights of excitement. I would walk around in my outfit for him, and then
he would undress me down to the garterbelt, nylons and heels and I would
keep those on as we made love and sucked each other. We had a wonderful
relationship.
We would carry on like this everyday and I would have two, three, even
sometimes four orgasms a day! One day, after classes resumed after
Christmas break, Joe came home from class and, out of the blue, told me he
wanted me to dress up in my black outfit and go with him to a friend's
apartment. He said he wanted to show my outfit to his friend. When I
absolutely refused, he announced that there would be no more sex, not even
sucking, and left the house to live with his friend. Finally, I couldn't
stand it anymore and called Joe at his friend's apartment. People
(including Duane) were asking me where Joe was and why he wasn't home. But
the real reason was, I now needed my constant sex, and I especially needed
Joe to suck me off to my wonderful orgasms. On the phone, I pleaded with
Joe to come back and he didn't agree until I told him I would do anything
he wanted me to do. Joe returned in two days, and after about a week, our
routine was back to normal.
The following weekend, Duane was out of town, and Joe told me that he had
set up a party with a friend of his (Mark), and that I was to wear my sexy
outfit. I was too ashamed to risk being seen in public in the outfit, so I
carried it in a small gym bag. When we arrived at Mark's apartment, Joe
introduced me as his "sexy landlady," and said, "Her husband is out of
town and anything goes!" I was so embarrassed in front of this total
stranger. Joe then went into the kitchen to make drinks, and Mark put his
arm around me, telling me to put on the little outfit he had "heard so
much about." When I had finished dressing, Mark kissed me and ran his hand
down inside the top of my dress, feeling my breasts. I pulled away and
yelled for Joe to drive me home. He said that I had promised to do
whatever he wanted, and that now was the time to prove it. He then downed
his entire drink, spun me around and unzipped my dress.
It dropped to the floor as he said to Mark, "Check out this fantastic
body! Have you ever seen any better?" I stood there, trembling and
fighting back tears as Joe unhooked my bra and pulled off my panties. I
can never explain how embarrassed and humiliated I was standing there,
almost naked, in front of a total stranger, and seeing the excitement
blaze in his eyes. Joe pushed me down on Mark's lap and went to make
another round of drinks. Mark's hands were all over my body -- squeezing,
caressing, rubbing. Feeling my breasts, squeezing my hard nipples, until
finally, his hand forced its way between my thighs and found my clitoris.
Joe returned with the drinks and said, "Let's go to the bedroom," where
they both undressed and pushed me on the bed between them.
That Friday night (and Saturday morning!) from 9:00 p.m. to 4:00 a.m., the
three of us participated in a sex orgy that was totally unbelievable and
beyond anything I had ever dreamed possible. Joe screwed me three times,
and Mark screwed me four times! Each of them sucked me until I reached
orgasms, and I sucked both of them off twice. While Joe was screwing me,
Mark straddled my chest and put his cock into my mouth. Then they would
switch, and Mark would screw me from behind as I sucked Joe, lying on the
bed. Joe fell asleep first and then Mark, and that's the order I woke each
of them the next morning, by sucking them to orgasm. After that night, we
returned to Mark's apartment at least once a week, for repeat
performances. One night, during the week, two classmates stopped by and
Mark invited them in. Within seconds they were naked and getting on the
bed. Joe insisted that I have sex with them, too. They didn't even tell me
their names, and before the night was over, both of them had screwed me
twice, and I had sucked them both off to climaxes.
Towards the end of the semester, Joe started bringing guys home from class
with him, telling me to have sex with them. When I counted them up, I
realized I had had sex with fourteen total strangers (not counting Mark!).
Every time I refused, Joe threatened to move out, again, and I knew he
meant it. After the first time with me, some of them stopped back and had
sex with me, even if Joe wasn't home! Last week, at the end of the
semester, Joe told me he wanted me to go to a party with him. By then, I
had an idea what kind of party it would be, so I refused. He then told me
that if I agreed to go, he would find a job nearby, and stay at the house
all Summer, instead of moving back to New Jersey until the Fall semester.
Of course, I couldn't bear the thought of four months without sex with
Joe, so I agreed to go. When I walked into the party in my black outfit,
it was immediately obvious that I was the only woman there.
The guys, some of whom had been to the house with Joe, all took turns
dancing with me, and that was fun. But within an hour, I was being led
down the hall, into a bedroom, and being stripped at Joe's urging. For the
next four hours, I had continuous sex, until all eleven men were
exhausted, and I couldn't get them aroused any more, no matter how hard I
tried. That party made me stop and think about where my life was headed. I
think I still love Duane, even though he can't even begin to drive me wild
the way Joe does. I've hinted about oral sex with Duane, but he says it
just doesn't sound "proper." I know I'm on a wild ride with Joe and his
college friends. I just don't know how to stop it. I know guys talk, and
soon, word about these orgies is bound to get out to someone. I'm even
running out of excuses for why I miss so many Sunday services when Duane
is out of town! Just today, Joe came home from his new construction job
for the Summer and said he was telling all his coworkers about what a sexy
landlady he had! |
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