More of My Becoming

More of My Becoming

Chapter one:

Over the next three weeks, after my encounter with the three guys, I spent some time with Daniel. Daniel called that Tuesday, and we scheduled a date for the following night. When he came over, we once again had a fun-filled night of sex. After that, each week, it was the same thing. He would call on Tuesday and then come over the following day. During these sex sessions, I learned that he was married, that he had two kids, and that he considered me his sidepiece. That was fine with me. I was enjoying the sex.

Meanwhile, a friend, another teacher I had met on a short teaching assignment, phoned me. "Hey, Denise, Kelli here. I've been invited to a beach party. For some reason, I thought of you. Interested?"

I answered honestly, "I don't know. I am not much into sand in my ass." We both laughed.

"Well, it's actually a private beech. This rich guy, a parent of a kid I used to teach, is hosting the shindig. There will be some young guys there, young men a year or two out of high school, and some older guys from the local college. There will be some older adults, parents, and friends there, too. With your husband overseas, I get the feeling that maybe you sit around the house too much."

Kelli is a few years older than me, twenty-eight at the time. She is pretty with dark hair, green eyes, and a nice figure. Kelly is single and we had bonded when I taught a couple of times at the school where Kelli was a full-time teacher. She was gregarious, and Kelli thought I was shy. She believed and needed to get out. I did not disavow her of this presumption. At least not yet. Especially not over the phone.

"I'm not sure...," I replied.

"Listen girl, there is a patio behind the house. The party will take place on this patio, and I am told that the patio is huge. The guy who owns the place has hired a DJ, and it will be a fun outdoor evening. You don't even have to go near the beach if you don't want to."

What the heck

, I thought to myself. "Okay, count me in."

*****

That Saturday afternoon, I went back and forth over what I should wear. I was in a slutty mood, so I eventually decided on a black beaded blouse with a half bra underneath. The bra would allow my hard nipples to pop through the blouse. The bra supported my tits without covering my nipples. I wore a mid-thigh skirt, and at the last minute, I decided to go commando. As I said, I was in a slutty mood, so the idea of the evening air caressing my nether region excited me. I wore nice, comfortable flats. I did not want my feet to hurt. Kelli had told me there was a DJ, so I expected to dance that evening.

Kelli picked me up at eight, and we headed to the party. We laughed and reconnected on the ride over. I quickly caught her up on my sex life, and she was, in a word, jealous. We pulled up to this huge white house, a virtual mansion. They had hired a valet who took the keys to her car and parked it. This while another attendant showed us a path around the house and to the patio behind the mansion.

To my surprise, the patio was huge. The music was loud, but I could see why no one had complained. There were no houses close to the mansion. It sat on a bluff with steps that lead down to the beach. There was a bar to one side, which had a line of people as we arrived. After a few others walked away with their drinks, we moved to the front, my clutch in my hand. "Do we pay, or is the bar free?" I half screamed into Kelli's ear.

"It's free," she responded. "Just get your ID ready."

I am not a heavy drinker, so I decided on a beer. The beer was on tap and very refreshing. "A beer, please."

"May I see your ID, young lady?" An older gentleman with a pretty smile asked me. I showed him my ID, "You look so young. I own the place, save a dance for me, okay?"

As he was the host, I replied with a smile, "Of course."

We then went to one side of the patio and talked back and forth, barely able to hear each other above the music. Kelli said, "I think he sees a conquest in the making." She had a grin on her face as she made that comment.

"Isn't he married?" I asked back into her ear.

"Since when does that stop most guys." Just as she said this, a couple of younger men, maybe eighteen or nineteen, asked us both to dance. Kelli, the outgoing person she is, jumped right in. I also had a couple of young men ask me to dance. I was having a good time, enjoying the dancing. There had been a lot of loud dance numbers. But then, the DJ selected a slow song.

Then he was there. He stepped behind me as I went to leave the dance floor. "Oh!," I exclaimed, surprised to see him there.

"Hey, I'm Austin. How about that dance." I smiled and nodded my head yes to him. I love dancing, so most men can't keep up with me. But Austin knew what he was doing. Tall, perhaps an inch or two over six feet. He was attractive. Austin has green eyes, a pretty model-like face, and reddish-brown hair. Although not muscle-bound, I could see he was in good shape.

He pulled me into his strong arms. It felt right as we began to dance around the floor. I told him that he was a good dancer, but through the noise, he could not understand what I said. He tapped his ear and then leaned that ear down to my mouth, "You are a good dancer, sir."

"It's Austin. When you call me sir, you make me feel old." He replied into my ear.

The heat of his body was arousing me, and I think he sensed it. "I'm sorry, Austin." I smiled, "But you dance well for an old man."

He put his hand over his heart and responded, "Oh, m'lady, you cut me to the quick." We both laughed. We were quiet for the rest of the dance. I was enjoying his company. When the music stopped, he took my hand, winked at me, and led me into the house. I did not balk, wondering what he had in mind. We walked by Kelli, dancing with another young guy, and she winked at me.

I followed Austin through the house, where we ended up in a sunken living room. The room sat somewhere on the left side, so it must be like a second living room or a family room. "Am I too forward? I was hoping to get to know you. Your banter, the way you seemed so comfortable with me. Well, it intrigued me." He began.

"What, you don't like the shy girls?" Another smile on my face.

"I guess not. So, you are Denise. Where have you been? How is it, that this is the first time I am meeting a beauty like you?"

I continued to smile, "I am just a poor substitute teacher. I don't think we run in the same circles."

"Then I am running in the wrong circles," he responded. We had been sitting on a rather large couch, a couple of feet apart. Across from us was a large TV, but I don't think he planned on turning that TV on. "You have to know how sexy you are."

I suddenly wanted this attractive older man. I slid across the couch and moved close to him. I put my hands around his shoulders and pulled his lips to mine. I quickly learned that he is an amazing kisser. I was on his left. Austin turned towards me. I grasped his right hand and placed it under the edge of my skirt, at my knee. Still kissing, he slid his hand up my leg. My eyes were closed, but as he slid that hand up and discovered that I was not wearing underwear, I opened them. Austin's eyes went wide, but it did not stop him. He slid that hand up to my slit and ran two fingers up and down my pussy. "Condom, if you want me, Austin."

He then stood up and offered me his hand. Holding my clutch, he led me down one hallway and then another in his maze of a house. He took me to his bedroom, as fancy a room for sleeping as I have ever witnessed. This man was not shy. He took me to the bed, and as we stood to one side of it, he lifted my beaded shirt up and off of me. Seeing my half bra, he said, "Oh, my. You are beautiful with an amazing body, Denise."

I helped him out of his shirt, and then quickly we undressed. "Lay back, Austin." He lay back on the bed, where I moved next to him. I then leaned over and began to stroke his cock. Austin also has a cock bigger than my husband's. I teased him while looking up and into his eyes. "Do you like that?" He nodded his head yes, and then I reached into my clutch and did something I had seen in pornographic movies. I put the condom in my mouth and then leaned over, my tongue assisting the condom. I then pushed it down and onto his manhood. I pushed it the rest of the way down with my hand, then straddled him. "Do you want my pussy, Austin?"

"Oh, god, yes," he moaned. Holding his cock straight up, I slid my soaking wet pussy down onto his manhood. "Oh, f-fuck, you are so wet."

I then leaned forward, still smiling. Slowly I pumped up and down on Austin's hard dick. I brought my mouth to his, and we kissed once again. I had been practicing. My inner muscles, my cunt muscles, were becoming stronger by the day. I squeezed his cock forcefully as we kissed. Our mouths separated, and he said, "Oh, yes. Yes, you feel good, Denise." He then suddenly grasped my sides and turned me onto my back on the bed. His cock had slipped out of me momentarily, but he very quickly slid it back into my love tunnel. "Mmmm," He moaned and kissed me once again.

This man has stamina and knows how to please a woman. He moved his hips up and down, left and right, hitting all of my most sensitive spots. "Austin, shit, I am going to cum."

"Do it, lover. Cum on my cock. I want you to cum on my cock. God, you are so beautiful." He then brought his mouth to my engorged left nipple and began to suck on it. Still fucking me, moving a bit faster, he sucked that nipple between his lips and into his mouth.

"Yes, yes, Austin. I..., I am going to cum. Shit, you feel so good. Yes, Austin. Oh yes..." I had a strong orgasm, fucking a man I had just met, feeling like such a slut.

Austin then grabbed my arms at my wrists with one hand and held them above my head. His mouth switched to my other breast, and he began to suck that nipple vigorously. His cock began to stab me faster now. I could feel his dick began to swell, and I knew that very soon he was going to cum in that condom. His mouth separated from my nipple, and he said, "I am going to cum, lover. I am going to cum. Yes, here I go."

"M-me too," I said as I had a second orgasm, our release together. It had been a few days, so this release was incredible. It did not hurt that Austin is very sexy. He is also good at using his mouth to please a woman. We finished together, and he rolled off of me.

As we caught our breaths, I covered myself with the sheet and leaned on one elbow. I jumped right in with the question hanging over our encounter, "You're married, aren't you? Not that I care. I am married, too. Where is your wife?"

He looked at me for a minute. After that minute, he answered, "Believe it or not, Annie is probably home. She had to go out to get some things done. She is probably looking for me right now."

"Shit, we better get dressed." I was not worried about me, but I did not want to get Austin to get in trouble.

"You go first. It will be a few minutes or an hour before Annie can tear herself away from her friends." I quickly dressed, leaned up, and gave him a light kiss on his lips. "It was fun. Maybe we can do this again sometime?"

He grinned, "Give me your number, and I will phone you so you can get mine." He handed me his phone, and I put my number into his phone. I did enjoy myself and hoped we could get together again.

Chapter two:

I headed back to the party after getting lost a couple of times in the maze that was this house. The party was still going strong. Kelli was nowhere to be seen when one of the younger guys asked me to dance again. In the darkness, I could see a fire, a big fire, burning on the beach. Around it were a bunch of what I presumed were guys and probably a few women.

A young man named Chris asked me to dance, "Wouldn't you like to go to the beach? It's pretty around the fire." It did look, pretty so I nodded my head yes. Chris took my hand and we walked down the stairs that led to the beach. We moved close to the bonfire and that was when I found Kelli, dancing with a couple of the younger guys. I smiled and walked towards her, Chris following me.

"Hey, girl. Where have you been?" She said and winked at me.

I just smiled, "I've been around. What are you up to?" She did not answer me, but just smiled at my question. One of the guys, a very young guy, grabbed her hand and whispered into her ear. They walked away, and my guess was, that they were heading to one of the gaps north of the property in the cliff face. I knew what she was up to. I just hoped she was careful.

For myself, I lost Chris in the crowd. I decided to walk the beach to the north, following the ocean, catching some night air. As I headed in that direction, I noticed a marker and a line of pegs sticking out of the ground that marked the edge of the property. At the same time, I saw another fire, not as big, a little way in the distance. Curious, I walked in that direction, wondering who these other people might be. I should have been more careful. Who knew what kind of people I might find around this fire? But I was feeling gutsy. I knew my ride would not be ready for at least a while.

I walked towards the fire tentatively. A couple of the people noticed me and walked my way. As they moved closer, not threatening but in a friendly way, I noticed that at least the two closest, coming towards me, were black. "Hey, who are you, young lady?"

Which was ironic because it appeared they were younger than me. "Uhm, hi. My name is Denise. I just came from a party up the beach. I'm out for a night stroll."

The other one answered, "Well, I'm Trey, this ugly dude is Marcus. We have some beer over here if you would like a drink. You look twenty-one to me?" He had a big grin as he said this to me.

"Don't mind if I do. Lead the way, gentlemen." I followed them to the fire, where I met a group of five guys. Three black men and two white guys. But no women. It was like a stag beach party. "I could not help but notice you have no ladies here. What is that all about?"

Another one of the black men walked over to me, "Hey, I am Lee."

I shook his hand, "Well, I am Denise. I just got a hair up my ass and walked this way. Someone said something about a beer?" It was Trey, the muscle-bound guy, who took my hand and led me to three ice chests filled with cans of beer. He handed me one, and I popped it open. Trey is a couple of inches short of six feet, but anyone could see he was into bodybuilding. Generally, I am not into guys built like him, but he has a nice smile and a gentle way about him. Dark as midnight, he seemed a bit shy, which surprised me, especially for a guy built like him.

Now Marcus, on the other hand, was not shy at all. He was tall and lighter than Trey. He reminded me a little of Arthur, for he has those pretty eyes I so love in some black men. But, his features were more pronounced. He has full lips and a broad nose, common to most black men, whereas Arthur and Trey have thinner noses and less pronounced lips.

Then there was this new guy, Lee. Though African American, he is very light-complected. Lee appeared mixed race. Lee's eyes are light-colored, almost blue. Maybe in normal light, those eyes are blue. But in the darkness, his eyes appeared nearly clear. He has a gorgeous smile and is perhaps an inch taller than Marcus. He has the typical round ass of many African American men, as do both Trey and Lee. Arthur, on the other hand, has a smaller ass and narrower hips.

"You did not answer my question. Why only guys?"

Trey answered, "Well, it was a lost minute impromptu thing. We all climbed into Marcus's van. We just decided to drink some beers at the beach. Just something to do."

I quickly finished my first beer and then grabbed another. I came and sat by the fire. "Well, this is nice anyway. At least the beer is cold." We sat around the fire, and the guys talked about sports, typical for younger men. It turned out the oldest of the group was twenty-one, while the youngest was a white kid named Gerald. Gerald was eighteen.

I ended up drinking five beers when three was usually my limit. I completely forgot about Kelli and the other party. I enjoyed this group of guys who seemed to hang on my every word. It was nice to be the center of attention.

I then remembered that I was not wearing any underwear. Although sitting down, I wondered if anyone had noticed. For some reason, that just aroused me. I did not close my legs. I spread them just enough so that anyone who looked my way, if they looked close enough, might notice my lack of a pussy cover.

It was at this point that Marcus sat close to me. I have no idea if he saw my bare nether region, but his comment told me where his mind was. He whispered, "You know, uhm, I can smell you. I mean..., you know what I mean. Don't you?"

I was a little tipsy, but I understood what he meant. I turned and looked at him. I nodded my head yes and closed my legs. I turned back, once again looking into the fire. Again he whispered, "Would you like to..., ya know."

Again, I understood him perfectly. I turned and whispered into his ear, "Sorry, I am not into sand in my privates."

He then whispered to me, "Me either. My van is up the hill with a comfy bed inside. Just for extracurriculars." I turned and looked at him. In the firelight, I could see he had a grin on his face. The truth was his pretty face, his sexy scent, the way he looked at me. It all turned me on. I did not answer him with words but nodded my head. I stood up shakily, and he took my hand, my clutch in my other hand. He helped me up the steep incline until we reached the van. By the time we arrived, I was dripping between my legs.

His van is an older step-side van with a sliding door on the right side, though it looked almost brand new. I could tell that he loved his vehicle. He unlocked the door, and we went inside. Opposite the door is a bed, a bit narrow but serviceable. The floor of his van was covered with plush carpet. I noticed a balloon mattress against one wall. I was so horny that I quickly began to undress.

He also took off his clothes. Quickly naked, he pulled me into his arms. We had a long and languid kiss. Our mouths separated. I said, "A condom. I have a box of condoms in my purse." He nodded, and I reached into my purse where I had the condoms. I pulled out the box and removed one, handing it to this very sexy man.

"Put it on for me?" He said with a grin. I opened the package and knelt in front of him. Looking up, smiling at him, I put the condom on his nice-sized cock. I was learning my husband's dick was smaller than most. At least the men I had been with recently. Again, Marcus reached down and took my hand. He pulled me to his feet. "Shall we, sexy lady?" He motioned his head to the bed. He moved to hit first and lay down.

His cock was sticking straight up, Marcus stroking it. I smiled and climbed onto the narrow bed. It had just enough room for my legs on either side of him. I straddled him and grasped his cock. I slowly slid down onto him, my pussy as wet as it had ever been in my life. "Oh..., yes. Your cock feels really good, Marcus." I leaned back, moving slowly up and down. "Yes, you are very hard."

His hands reached up and pinched my nipples. He began to play with them, not too roughly. "Damn, girl. You be wet. You like that dick, don't you, baby."

"I do, I do. Yes, oh, yes, I do. Fuck you feel so good. So fucking good." The stimulation, the sex from earlier in the evening, the alcohol, it all had me so very aroused. "I..., I am going to cum, Marcus. Shit, I am going to cum."

Even in the darkness of his van, I could see his smile. He was grinning up at me, tweaking my nipples, his cock moving slightly upward to meet my movement up and down on his manhood. "Mm, baby. Fuck, you feel so good. You..., you love cock." At this point, we heard shuffling feet in the sand and low voices outside his fan. It had to be his friends.