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ANITA'S STORY
I grew up in a semi-suburban/semi-rural neighborhood and enjoyed girl friends and horses during my early adolescence. In high school my breasts had become so prominent that I was getting more attention from the boys than I was used to. Added to the thrill of making Junior Cheerleaders was the fact that the short fluted skirt of my costume permitted hundreds of onlookers to have glimpses of my bare legs clear to the crotch. That was a rush.
That season a rumor was floating around that two guys on the team had fucked my friend Sally, who was a senior cheerleader. This news was very unsettling, but it was also sexually exciting to me. I found myself thinking of the three of them
together and how nice it must have been for Sally.
Sometimes I'd undress before my full-length mirror and pretend that it was I that the guys were seeing and wonder how they might squeeze and fondle my big C-cup tits.
But alas, all three of them graduated without discovering how hot I was. But I did get a boyfriend, although he was no jock. Actually Hank was more of a science nut. He was into cameras and had a dark room; so—it happened naturally--as we had both turned eighteen and our petting had progressed, I became Hank's nude model in the woods behind his house. I delight in having a guy see my tits bare and, of course, having them played with. My husband Bob says they float up and outward "like no other girl's" he's seen. We still have the enlargements of two of Hank's shots that I liked especially.
That year as well Hank got a new convertible, and our relationship got more serious. We'd drive out woodland roads to secluded groves--there to kiss, pet, and undress in our passion. While he'd drive me crazy sucking my tits and finger-fucking me, his cock would grow big and hard. We measured it at 6 1/2 inches once. (Hank was the scientific type.) He was circumcised, as all my lovers have been, and he loved my playing with it and jerking it. And the pleasure was mutual: it was so smooth and warm that I wanted to nuzzle it. Finally when he asked me to suck it, I was thrilled and I did it with the joyous result that this became our favorite way of bringing Hank off. And he would come loads. I relished having the power to control a guy and give him ultimate pleasure. Two months later Hank became the first guy I ever fucked. We then decided I should go on the pill, whereupon I experienced "a new birth of freedom."
My second lover was a secret fling while I was still going steady with Hank. The attraction was that he was everything Hank wasn't: a man of the earth as well as being of foreign extraction (having an African-American mother and a French father). Louie, two years older than I, tall and strongly built, worked at the horse farm where I rode regularly. I loved the wide, moist smile that always greeted me; and I loved the dark brown eyes as they unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my big tits, hoping that the strong brown hands might follow suit.
On warm summer days, his heavily muscled torso would glisten with perspiration, and on occasion a light breeze would fleck the brown body with chaff. Also the cut-offs he wore were most revealing of his manhood. As I customarily helped him with his chores--feeding, cleaning stables, and even haying--I finally got up the courage to dress in similar fashion. Before going to the farm I'd douche and shower to have my private parts clean for him if something big were to come up. I wore nothing under my cut-offs. I so wanted to work topless with him, but propriety had to be served, so I selected halters of light silken material that I thought Louie would like. My costume affected him. "I love your outfit, Nita," he said. "You have beautiful legs!" I thanked him, unashamedly focusing on the outline of his hardening cock. Later that day we kissed.
On the morning that we first fucked, Louie had gone to a far pasture to repair the fence while I filled the water tubs. At the paddock of the stallion, Black Prince, I noticed that the horse was beginning to have an erection. Like most girls, I guess, I'm always fascinated by the sight of those big shafts unsheathing. Prince's wobbly one this morning was a foot long and glistening. There in the warm sunlight I became unusually aroused; being alone, I began rubbing myself while imagining how it would feel to satisfy that shining animal desire. I undid the top of my cut-offs to massage my clitoris more freely. Prince's cock was all the way out and tremendous. I wondered if the wide nostrils had detected my moist heat, when suddenly he reared and whinnied.
I was breathing rapidly and close to my climax when Louie spoke. "I see that you make Black Prince as horny as you do me. Would you like to take one that big?"
"Louie! I'm so embarrassed!" I bleated, buttoning my top buttons. Then he came behind me, and his coarse workman's hands slipped past the halter sides to cup my bare breasts. He worked the hard nipples tantalizingly.
"I was feeling sorry for Prince ... Golly, it is big! Isn't it? It's made me awfully sexy."
"I'm not so big, but I'm hard for you, Nita. Feel..."
Oh, he was. "Louie ... Louie, I want to fuck you. Can we go in the tack room?"
Behind the locked door of the small room--redolent of leather, stored hay, horses, and our own heat--we undressed each other save for our work boots. He remarked delightedly about the contour of my breasts and the brownish shade of my nipples while fondling them and sucking them to my exquisite pleasure. They were sticking way out; and I wanted the biggest cock I could have--Black Prince, if possible--inside me, and to feel the hot fountain jets of his ejaculation. "You make me horsy-horny," I told Louie. "I want to suck you big and have you come in me." And I went down on his black beauty. The big plum-like glans was smooth and slippery with his pre-come. Glad that he was bigger than Hank, I took two-thirds of him to my pharynx. His groans of pleasure punctuated his saying that no other girl had given him "such good head," and shortly he had me stop so that I could take him "the way a mare in heat would take Black Prince." On my knees on the saddle pads we spread on the cement floor, I elevated my buttocks. Louie said I had a "cute bum" and patted it smartly and kissed me wetly. Thank goodness I was clean! His attentions to my anus were pronounced: his strong tongue-action made me want more, and I opened happily for his exploring thumb. All the while, below, his remaining fingers had gradually slipped into my vagina as though testing my readiness for the randy stallion's pleasure. He was rhythmically riding his whole hand into me when I cried, "Fuck me, Black Prince!"
Oh, wow! Several luxurious minutes later we consummated the most exciting fuck of my life. I knew then that Hank would never be enough and that it would be a sad September when Louie joined the Marines.
This new phase of my life, I must confess, inflamed my curiosity about the endowments and performance potential of several other guys in the community. I became a confirmed crotch-watcher. As a matter of fact, one of Hank's friends named Herb had such a big bulge in his swimming trunks that I gave myself many an orgasm imagining jerking his big one, sucking him, and opening myself to him.
These were dreams--as, when I broke up with Hank a year later, Herb was going steady with my friend Lianne. Even after my husband Bob entered my life, I had many musings about this well-matched sexual pair. Besides being a neat kid with little pretense, Lianne was sexually attractive to me. I had many a glimpse of her gorgeous body as she would lounge or dawdle naked in the locker room. Li is a short-haired brunette with haunting brown eyes, who had matured early, as I had. One is first drawn to her lovely full breasts, capped by brown areolas that are perhaps three inches in diameter. I felt impelled in those adolescent days to hold and stroke those big swingers and suck her nips to new hard lengths; but, of course, I lacked the courage to approach her. That would come a few years later. Another equally arresting badge of Li’s maturity was her profuse dark pubic hair, and perhaps most fascinating to me was that the top of her slit was graced with a prominent clitoral hood, like a little cock. After our showers once, noticing my focus with possibly ill-hid jealousy, Li asked, “Want to see it?” with a smile and a twinkle. Upon my affirmative nod—I’m sure I was blushing!--she swung her legs open and with her fingers drew back the foreskin to reveal the shiny pink pearl. “It’s so big!” I whispered. “It’s darling!”
I did think a lot about Lianne after that, of how beautiful she was, and of how delicious seemed to me taboo-laden girl-girl love. Further, the jiggle of those big breasts with dark nipples and the radiating heat of her sex had me imagining all kinds of things, especially as she had had a few dates with Hank, whose nice cock had given me so much pleasure. Had she also enjoyed it? And a final ironic twist was my sexy Bob's telling me, after we became engaged, that he had gone nearly all the way with her. Secretly I imagine and wish that they had fucked. The thought of Li taking Bob’s big penis makes me very sexy! I've never tried to suppress such feelings: I think it's normal for a woman to fantasize about her friends--as I have done about Li and Herb, about Li and Hank, and about Li and Bob.
In the first few years of our marriage we continued to be close to Herb and Lianne, who became pregnant before we did. When her labor pains started, Herb stayed with us at our apartment in the city in order to be close to the hospital.
My dream came true the second night. With Herb restive on the hard day bed in the living room, it was natural that Bob and I started to speculate on his enforced celibacy of several weeks, on how lonely and horny he probably was. We were both entirely nude in our double bed, looking forward to making love. While we talked, I was responding to Bob's playing with my tits. He likes me to sit way up in bed so that they stick out. Thinking vividly about Herb, I felt the urge that he too might see and touch them. It prompted me to ask Bob if he thought Herb had a hard-on at the moment.
"Well, supposing so," Bob asked, "as Lianne's best friend, what would you propose to do about it?" His hand by then was caressing me between my legs and finding me hot and wet.
"Now, Bob, if I were in the hospital, could you be enticed to sleep with Lianne?"
"Well, seeing as how she's your best friend ... yes. But would you want me to?"
