Okay, I’m not a slut, that is, I’m not gunna to spread my legs for any guy that comes along. I am, actually quite fussy with males. With females, however, I am not so fussy- well, okay, I am a slut. Don’t get me wrong, I love a decent cock, in my mouth, in my pussy, occasionally up my ass, I love it. I also love a tongue, in my mouth, in my pussy even up my ass, it’s a lot of fun. I gotta say though, I love a woman’s body next to mine, her pussy under my mouth, her touch on my breasts, everywhere. I love a dick in me and I love the fingers of a woman in me, pleasuring me. I guess that makes me bi, which is okay.
I gave my virginity to the first guy I dated, way back in high school. It was uncomfortable in the back of his dad’s car. It was also messy, it hurt, but I can say that he was considerate, came quick and got off. At first, he was embarrassed, I think, but then after that, he turned into an asshole. I had no say in it, he wanted sex, I was expected to give it, until I just got fed up with his bullshit. When I told him “no” he wasn’t going to accept that, so I got out the car and walked and jogged the five miles home. Next thing I knew I was being abused at school for being a slut.
Again I wasn’t gunna to put up with that bullshit, so just told the biggest gossips in the school that I couldn’t help but laugh at his tiny dick when he pulled it out. I thought I was going to get into trouble about that, but after I told my my circle of friends what actually happened, seemed the anger directed at me evaporated fairly quickly. I had no more boyfriends while at high school.
I couldn’t get the grades to get into college, so went and got a job at a construction company as a secretary/clerk. In my first year, I had a couple of guys, a bit of fun, but nothing special. Then I met Jo. I had been same sex attracted while at high school, did nothing about it, thinking it was just a phase and it would pass. I hadn’t given it any thought after that. There was something about Jo that was appealing, not sexually, at first, but I liked her from the start and we got to be friends, quickly. We double dated, I was 20 she was 30. and if I wanted sex then we would all end up at her apartment where she let me use the second bedroom.
She was married, before, and the apartment was hers, property settlement I think, I really don’t know, I never asked, she never told me. We were there one evening, I was being fucked, not well, but it was okay and I could hear Jo cumming. That turned me right on, and it wasn’t long before I came too. The issue though was not what the guy was doing to me, it was listening to Jo cumming that got me off. Later, when I had a chance to think about it, I was home, in bed, masturbating like crazy, picturing Jo naked, me making her cum. Where that came from, I have no idea, but, fantasies are often much stronger than reality and boy, did I cum, and cum hard.
One Saturday night, I was at Jo’s place, glad to be out of the cold, planned a girl’s night in with a couple of chick flicks, doing nothing but a few drinks and a warm sofa. I am not real sure who started it, but I know I got up to get a couple of drinks and when I sat down, I was a lot closer to Jo than what I was before I went. I got my blanket and tossed it over the both of us, whereupon Jo snuggled into me.
Watching the movie, I became more aware of Jo and her aroma, her body gently pressed against mine and my nipples getting harder. I didn’t say anything, didn’t do anything, but was acutely aware of her. The movie ‘Bend it like Beckham’, reached its inevitable climax and happy endings all round.
“That was a bit silly,” Jo said, “Why didn’t they both fuck him and be done with it?”
“Well, it is English, after all.”
“I suppose, but really, if it had been me, I would have told my friend we could have a threesome with him.”
“A threesome?” Honest, I have never had a threesome and the idea was, well it wasn’t that pleasant an idea for me. “Maybe they hadn’t considered it.”
“Obviously,” Jo replied, “But they were both really hot girls, Joe could have suggested it himself. Would have made the movie a lot more interesting.” She laughed as I shook my head, not knowing what to say. “If we had a guy here now, I would suggest it.”
I must admit, I was surprised, shocked really, but said nothing.
“Yeah, you, me and a big dick, that’d be great.”
A lot of thoughts flashed through my head, but what I said was, “Yeah, maybe, but I’d think the guy would be wanting to watch us getting it on.”
I’m not sure how it came out, but Jo smiled, “Wouldn’t mind a bit, actually.”
Stunned, then I was very aware of her, her closeness, her touch, she reached out and touched my face, then pulled my face closer where she kissed me. I kissed her back, I know that much. A kiss that was different to any guy I had ever kissed. She was so soft, her face, her lips, her touch was soft and smooth. I felt my pussy swell and I knew I was soaking my panties it had turned me on so much.
We were undressing each other, hungrily, and touching each other. She made me cum with her fingers, then with her tongue. And we hadn’t even made it out of the lounge. After I caught my breath, I said, “Bed!” She stood, holding her hand out, which I took and for the first time I got to see her in all her glory.
Jo was about 5’4″ longish, curly, black hair, exotic eyes, Spanish coloring, a landing strip of pubic hair on her pussy, wide hips, strong ass, and tits, wow! We lay on the bed and I snuggled into her, taking a nipple in my mouth, my hand reaching up for the other one, stroking it. Her breast, so soft and spongy. Mine are heavy, big, DDs, solid, but her Cs are just the right size and texture.
My hand begins to slide down her body and I feel her skin, soft, smooth, listen to the gasps of her pleasure while gently stroking her. Eventually, I reach her pubic hair, wiry, short, well trimmed and shaped, my hand slides down and for the first time, I touch another woman’s pussy. I gotta admit, it was a little unexpected. No idea why, I had felt my own enough, but touching another pussy, that was different. It was softer, more wet, my fingers just slid over her lips and I easily found her clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. She was loving it, her body, her moans told me so.
I felt her hand on my shoulder, pushing me down. I looked up at her and she said, “Eat me! Eat my pussy!” I thought about how I could pleasure her, then had the thought that I had been using my fingers to masturbate her, why not my tongue.
I had not ever lapped a pussy before, and I must admit something in me went “ewww”. I mean, at that point I had had a couple of dicks in my mouth and that wasn’t too bad, but a pussy? I swallowed my queasy and kissed her belly. I ran my lips over her pubic hair, well, what there was of it. It was a bit tangy, but not entirely unpleasant.
After a few moments, she lifted my head off her and said, “You’ve never done this before, have you?”
Fuck, “Is it that obvious?” I asked.
“Mmmm yeah!” She smiled, “It’s okay, we all gotta start somewhere.”
I thought about how she had used her tongue on me and realized I was enjoying the experience so much, I hadn’t bothered to take much note of it.
For the next few minutes, she talked me through how I could pleasure her with my tongue, my lips, my fingers, or any combination. She had me lapping her labia, tongue fucking her vaginal canal, then finally, sucking her clit. I wrapped my mouth around her clit, sucked a little, let it go, tongued it, then repeated the same process, over and over. This is much like sucking a cock, only the clit is a lot smaller. Sucking and tonguing the clit excites it and there’s a lot more nerve ending in the clit than there are in the knob of a dick.
I was fascinated by the fact that I was giving her pleasure. At that moment, I wasn’t thinking of anyone else, of myself, only that I was making her happy. She reactions to my gentle ministrations were becoming more and more intense and she literally convulsed as she came. I had to hang on or I was going to be tossed off the bed.
There, I had done it, the first time I ever made a woman cum! And it felt good! Jo was laying back on the bed, quivering, gasping for breath. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she repeated over and over, and she obviously loved it.
I loved the soft smooth skin of her body, her breasts, the thin wiry pubic hair. I loved the nectar she produced moistening her labia and vagina as I lapped her, tasting her with her soft, puffy lips. I loved plunging my fingers inside her, feeling them slide along the moist canal, feeling for the g-spot, her contrasting reactions as I hit it.
I crawled back up the bed, kissing her body, feeling her wrapping herself around me. “For a first timer, that was pretty fucking good,” she complimented me. She kissed me, pulling me on top of herself. “I love the feel of a warm body on mine.” she whispered, as she spread her legs and wrapped them around me. “You’re mine, for the whole night now!”
I didn’t care, I felt her under me, as I kissed her. “No, you’re mine and I am going to fuck you again.” I said.
“Oh, please, yes,” she replied, “Do it again, as many times as you like!”
So I did, several times that night and again, in the morning. I had her in the bed, the shower, at the table, in the lounge and on the Sunday evening, I went home, exhausted, sated, but with a new energy, a new kind of energy. She gave me an emotional energy that I still use. She had me too, fucking me as well. Loved it, her tongue, her fingers. Nice clean fun, well okay really nice sexy fun, just never say “dirty” fun because it wasn’t.
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**Author’s note**
I’ve had a number of Redittors message me and ask about stories, sequels and so on, essentially noting that my output had dropped a bit. They’re right, it has, and this is due, in part, to my fortuitous luck in catching covid.
In [this story](https://old.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nryaxt/proofreading_for_me_mm_f_oral_toys_nonfiction/), I write about one of my proofreaders. I had three guys who come and proof read new stories, getting a blow job from me in return. Not all at the same time, but I rotate them, depending on how I, and my wife, Mary, are feeling as to whom I invite and with different stories, different characters, I try to connect stories to their personalities and invite accordingly.
One of my proofreaders was an anti-vaxxer. A nice guy, not necessarily the smartest, but still, nice guy, nice big cock and was always a bit of fun. I say was because on his last visit, he brought with him the corona virus. That was the end of April, this year. A few days after his visit, Mary was unwell, which given her earlier bout of cancer wasn’t necessarily unusual, but this time, I wasn’t well either.
We had both had the vaxxes and boosters when they were available, but I got a couple of testing kits and sure enough, we had the virus. We isolated, ordered stuff in, kept the kids and grandkids away, did all the right things and within a week were feeling better but I started coughing. I kept coughing, wouldn’t stop and it grew more intense as the days passed. I finally relented and went to the doctor. “Some iboprofen should fix it, a little inflammation of the upper respiratory tract,” she said. Got home that day and learned that my proofreader was in intensive care, covid. Wow, but the source of our infection was clear.
Well, the Iboprofen didn’t work. Got worse, then heard my proofreader had died, shock, sorrow, was feeling like shit, and didn’t go to the funeral, but sent condolences. Went back to the doctor and she sent me off to get tested and sure enough, there had been growing nodes on my lungs. Benign, but if not treated could cause further problems. Okay, into hospital and the surgeon performs a video-assisted thoracic surgery, inserts a video camera into the lungs, and removes the nodes found by the earlier CRT scan.
He sends them off for analysis, and one pops back as cancerous. Small cell lung cancer. Fuck. Chemo- and radio-therapy.
So not many stories, just don’t have the strength some days. The above story has taken me weeks to write when it should have taken a day. The proofreader for this story is a lovely woman, and I get to watch Mary and her, naked, having sex. Sometimes I join in, I love doing so, if she invites me, but not tonight. I can barely get an erection and Mary is more than adequate at licking pussy.
Anyway, that’s my story. All good so far, and thanks to all those people who have asked. The moral of this event is get the fucking vaxx! Keep up the boosters when they come out. I lost a friend and lover to covid, someone I believed was seriously fit and healthy, so don’t kid yourself, it could happen to you! Now the “experts” are saying maybe it’s over, but that doesn’t matter, keep yourself healthy.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xozczi/im_not_a_slut_really_ff