* De and The Woodman

My ex-girlfriend (for this story, her name is De) lived in another city about two and a half hours away. We only got to see each other on weekends when one of us would make the commute to the other.

De was small, about 5’6’, 115 lbs, with about a 34b cup. She was from the Midwest with blonde hair and a fair complexion and very cute in a wholesome way. Not usually the type of woman I gravitated towards. I usually was drawn to dark hair, eyes, but De changed all that!

Because of my own sexual freedom, I made it safe (and REALLY encouraged) her to express her fantasies. As she tested the waters, she became more confident in her expression of her sexuality.

The things she’d learned were “bad,” she now re-examined and she was thrilled to be able to do so. I shared my viewpoint with her, which was, “There is no such thing as dirty or bad sex. What two people agree to between themselves, is Ok. Excluding illegal activity such as pedophilia, bestiality, and the like.”

During one story, I slipped my cock out of her and slid down to draw her clit into my mouth, continuing the story in between sucking on her clit.  Then I moved back to her beautiful lips to kiss her and let her own secretions trickle into her mouth. 

I rolled her over as far as possible (she was tied) and probed her anus with my tongue, getting her wet for the dildo I was about to slide up her ass.  Slowly I inserted the dildo, making sure my mouth was locked on her clit while I did so … there, fully inserted, slowly I withdrew it, slid it in again, sucking her clit, until she really got into it and was thrusting herself against the ass probing dildo … My story continued, “That’s my friend, ‘George’ sliding his big cock up your ass while his girlfriend, ‘Shelia’ sucks your cunt” … BANG! … she would cum all over my face. 

 
After she came, “Please, please, please
stop. I’m too sensitive,” she’d say, trying to get me to stop stimulating her clit and ass.  I’d slow down to a very slow pace to let her catch her breath a bit, but I wouldn’t let her off the plateau … “Aww honey, I told them to stop but I’m afraid George and his girlfriend just won’t listen to me,” I’d say, as I started up again.  I could tell when it was right to increase the intensity because, though she was saying “No, please,” her body would betray her voice by pushing against my mouth or against the dildo in her ass.  The grunt of, “GOD!” was a pretty good indicator also.

I, of course, used this newfound knowledge of her latent kinkiness to enhance our sexuality by talking “dirty” to her during sex with her. It would just drive her NUTS when I would whisper vile stories in her ear while we were fucking. Soon we graduated to me tying her down to the bed, blindfolding her, and teasing her with my stories about how I had a couple of friends waiting outside, one male, one female, and they were going to come in and all of us were going to fuck her and suck her and FORCE her to do this and that. I would tell her the stories in between licking and biting her neck. The more vile the story, the harder I bit her neck; the harder AND sooner she would cum!

De was an "unexecuted" exhibitionist and closet “Kinkette.”  By that I mean, she got very excited, in conversation, about the possibility of being caught in a semi-public sexual act but she never actually did it.  Since I was 16 years older than her and had significantly more sexual experiences than her, she kept asking me questions about those past sexual experiences of the, “more adventurous” kind. I of course, loved arousing and shocking her with my stories. 

Late one Saturday afternoon we were in the kitchen replenishing ourselves after some wonderful long hours of great sex. (We had many occasions of tender lovemaking also … but that’s not what you came here to read now, is it?) I made us a meal out of some Italian salami, Swiss cheese, horseradish mustard, and a turkey leg. (Yes, I know, a veritable culinary delight.) She loved Margaritas and was working on our second batch at the blender. I watched her as she was chattering away – She was in one … 

(The next two entries in this story contain strong erotic content and because of that, are restricted to "Friends Only." If you wish to read them, just say so and I’ll open the door to you, as long as you’re over 18.)