I love my husband and our children. I've been a good mother, wife and lover for most of my fifteen years of marriage. I've liked males more than females all my life. I was a tomboy as a kid, and, when I reached dating age, girls seemed petty, cliquish, untrustworthy and shallow. Of course I had girlfriends in high school and college, but I always preferred the company of the boys. I learned early that my dates wanted sex. My Catholic school upbringing had prepared me to take firm control of those situations. I enjoyed making out and all that, but I didn't allow touching of my breasts or pussy. I had to fight hard to keep things under control.
My Dad never let me go out with the same date on consecutive nights. But by my senior year I was violating that rule behind his back. I dated my first serious boyfriend that year. He was a college kid and my father thought he was too old for me. He was right. We french kissed for hours on every date. He was the first to get his hands on my breasts. Then I discovered how much I really liked boys. He finally managed to unbutton my blouse (this first occurred after many dates); then within a week or two he successfully moved to the next step of slipping his fingers inside my bra. He caressed my nipples. It was so delicious I couldn't stop him. I could feel the exciting sensations in my pussy. I orgasmed that night. I felt certain I was in love with him.
He took me to a swimming and ski party at a nearby lake one afternoon. By late afternoon we were still lying near the bank after everyone had left. There were still some boats on the lake. I was wearing a very conservative two piece bathing suit. It was not a bikini, which my Dad would never allow. The french kissing and petting got serious. I tried to protest but he managed to remove my top. His caresses excited meas he cupped my breasts boldly. He squeezed my nibbles bringing urgent sensations that soaked my pussy. He attempted for the first time to slip his hand below my waist under my bathing suit. I grapped his wrist but his fingers reached into the hair of my pussy. An alarm went off in my brain...the warning of the nuns at my school: PREGNANCY!!!!!
I held his wrist firmly and hissed in anger, "NO. Stop it!" For an instant I felt the tip of one of his fingers touch my clitoris and pure pleasure erupted between my legs. It scared me to death and I struggled to pull away. He began apologizing profusely. He calmed me down. I knew I had disappointed him but I wasn't ready for anything that serious. I felt like the inexperienced high school girl with the big college guy. We resumed our kissing. My top was still off and his hands on my breasts. Then he moved my hand onto the lap of his bathing suit. His penis was stiff. I squeezed him and felt the outline of his penis.
He showed me how to move my fingers up and down the length of his shaft. We lay there petting...my breasts and his penis... as the sun dropped. Then, in one quick unexpected move, he lowered the front of his bathing suit, placing my hand on the flesh of his dick. Other than my Dad emerging from a bath, it was the first penis I ever saw and the first I ever touched. He taught me to masturbate him. I was so curious that I watched everything we did. His cock was so big that I couldn't imagine having sex with it. Truthfully I loved it. The head was large like a German army helmet or a massive mushroom. I learned quickly that the fluid from its tip was slick and he loved me massaging him with this lubrication. I masturbated him to a huge explosion, large bullets of his semen jetting out of him, and we were both covered with his sperm. We laughed and laughed. We dressed, took a swim to clean up, and I went home a far better educated girl.
After that first introduction to his penis, I masturbated him on every date. I loved to make him shoot sperm. Without him knowing it, I tasted his warm sperm and even rubbed some into my pussy. I was just curious. Masturbation was the best way to cool him off and to keep him out of the regions below my waist. We broke up before graduation; my father imposed a new rule: no dates with college kids. Ofcourse I was off to college the next year. That summer I worked at a day camp and briefly dated one of the counselars. I masturbated him too. Several times. And I tasted his sperm too and I rubbed it inside my pussy without him knowing it. It just felt so wild to do it.
Here is the truth. I loved these sexual escapades and thereafter, as soon as a boyfriend (it would always take many dates for things to go this far)went for my pussy, I stopped him by going for his penis to satisfy him. This always worked as a good compromise. I kept my virginity and my date would get his hand-job. I have always loved to examine and to stimulate a dick. To this day, I find it enormously erotic to witness a penis ejaculate sperm and to taste and swallow it.
You, the reader, may have surmised that I am not the Mr. Max Grayson who normally is writing these letters. I accidentally discovered the horrendous letters he has been writing about me. They are not true...at least mostly not true. It will be a shock for him when he discovers this letter and the truth I am sharing with you.
I still had a lot to learn in college about sex. But my sex ed was interrupted when I met the young man who is now my husband. My virginity was in tact but barely. Previously, I had gotten too drunk and almost fucked a boyfriend (whom I dated for six months my freshman year). I guess its true that he sort of half fucked me. He was not a very nice person though we had a lot of fun. He made bets in the frat house that he would fuck me before the spring formal. I drank too much at a fraternity party and he maneuvered me to his apartment afterward where we spent the night. I am guilty of allowing him to remove all of my clothing except my silk panties. We had gone this far numerous times; we would make-out for hours and, after he succeeded the first time in getting my blouse and skirt off, it became easier and easier for him each time.
Yes, I masturbated him to a climax many times. Yes, I admit I loved to fondle him and to be fondled. I tasted his sperm without him knowing it and began to think about sucking his cock. I liked sex then, and I still like sex. He had a very handsome cock (the largest I had encountered at that time...maybe 7 inches)that would climax many times in a night. But with him, masturbation was not enough, even though he had full access to sucking my breasts (he was the first) and he managed numerous times to finger-fuck my pussy to a climax (again, he was the first).
And what earth-shaking climaxes they were. We even masturbated each other simultaneously.
On our last date,he stripped me nude except for my panties. I was drunk and in a wild mood. His hands were all over me, he sucked my breasts and fucked me with his fingers. I admit I was tempted terribly to fuck him. He spread my legs and told me he had two fingers in me to the knuckles. It excited me. I lifted my hips and fucked his fingers as hard as I could. His thumb masturbated my clitoris.
My pussy felt so full and on fire. I could hear wet sounds as he fingerfucked me deep and hard. "Put four fingers in me, if you can. Fill me," I urged him.
"I need room to do that," he answered as he began pulling off my panties. He pulled them below my knees before I stopped him. He spread my knees wide open, causing my panties to descend closer mto my ankles. I felt more fingers enter me and fuck me furiously. "That's four fingers in you!"
"Put your hand in." I begged. "I want more." His thumb left my clit and he fucked me with all five fingers. Then his tongue was sucking my clit and I knew I was going to be fucked. No one had ever licked or sucked my pussy. He sucked and licked my clitoris, then his tongue fucked deep inside me until I climaxed. But more furius climaxes lay ahead.
Then he kneldt between my legs. He put my ankles on his shoulders so my pussy was fully exposed to his penis despite my panties that still dangled just below my knees. I felt his cock spreading my pussy lips and entering me. I surrendered my pussy to him to fuck, but only for one deep thrust that filled me beyond my wildest dreams. I wanted his cock deep and hard all night long but I fought the desire. One deep gut wrenching womb-busting thrust to the hilt, his sword buried in me as deep as it would go, was all that I allowed him. He felt two feet long inside of me, seemingly entering my throat from below. From my drunken fog, I pushed away and pulled my panties up. I reached for his penis and tried to masturbate him to satisfaction but he wanted my pussy. I thought for an instant about giving him my ass to fuck,- anything to keep out of my pussy. Then I moved my lips to his cock. I had never sucked a cock before and he lay back and exhaled as my mouth engulfed his huge erection.
