"Ohhhh, fuck Davey, that is sooooooo much better."
I moaned those words quietly, drawn out, and breathlessly as my back arched and my hips twisted despite the heaviness of his upper body on my legs and especially with his face pressing hard between my thighs.
David was older but had an endearing awkwardness that kept him "real," he was almost completely unaware of his rugged good looks. As well he lacked the arrogance that sometimes is a trait of men like him.
I always told him I thought he had a natural confidence, although he said I made him nervous and unsure of himself. I told him it was my mission in life to keep him humble, but right now I didn't care if he was arrogant or not, what his tongue, lips, and face were doing to me was worth putting up with a little overconfidence.
When we were together, which was frequent, we combined very nicely. We had become very good at sex. Of course, we were getting a lot of practice.
We were both second-year kinesiology students at college, so we spent a lot of time together at school and were spending an increasing amount of time naked together, sometimes at home, and sometimes just wherever we could find space to fuck each other's brains out, his bedroom, my bedroom, the kitchen table, the car, the backyard, the front yard, the movie theatre. To say I liked sex was an understatement, David joked that if sex were an Olympic sport, I would be a gold medalist.
We were both about the same height, about six feet, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and athletic.
David carried his 185 lbs. well in his shoulders, chest, and arms, although much lighter at 130 lbs. I was no less muscular but in a nicely toned and feminine way.
David kept his hair short and mine was long, almost always in a high perky ponytail.
Of the two of us, I had experimented more sexually, having various girlfriends and boyfriends in high school and our first year of college. In college, though, with our increasingly heavy course loads, we had been increasingly drawn together even more.
David seemed satisfied if maybe a little overwhelmed by my appetite and we had sex frequently during study breaks, many times we did more breaks than study.
I craved variety and more frequency than David could provide. With his knowledge and encouragement, I was enjoying being "loaned" out by David to our friends to allow him to get a break. He would often tease me about becoming a nymphomaniac, asking me if that was still just a thing or if was I just a slut.
"Nymphomaniac sounds better to me," I would always pout, "But I don't see you complaining Davey, and if I was a guy who liked sex, would anyone notice or call me a slut? I think it is a double standard."
Then usually we would make out some more, finishing with me sucking his warm cock or us fucking and him saying he liked me as a nymphomaniac. Other times he would say we were fuck buddies; I didn't care how he described what we were doing as long as we did it as often as we could.
Sometimes, I did wonder if there were actually something wrong with me, it seemed like I could never have enough sex, and male or female I was equally happy with either.
I actually googled whether being a nymphomaniac was still a thing? I decided I was me and if I liked sex more than other people, I was good with that and I didn't worry about being labeled good or bad.
David's stubble brought me back to the present, the small prickly hairs on his face felt like hundreds of tiny pinpricks on my smooth skin creating a delicious sense of pain and friction to contrast the utter pleasure his tongue was making moving on and around my tiny clit.
Both good students academically, we applied that same willingness to learn to the sex we shared.
We taught each other what we liked and wanted to try. David didn't mind my experience and experimentation and although he was somewhat hesitant and conservative himself. He also almost always encouraged me to push the boundaries of what was acceptable and sometimes beyond not only with him but with others as well. Just by being together our sex was certainly outside the boundaries of what most people would find acceptable.
Dad was at work, and Mom was off running some errands. We had the house alone for maybe an hour or so. It really wasn't enough time, but David had kind of insisted and who was I to argue with a good tongue-lashing.
With my eyes fluttering and my body flexing, I thought back to our first time. It had been shortly after our 18th birthday.
Thinking about it, it seemed like a million years ago, although it was less than two years ago. I remembered how we had been so excited, nervous, and afraid at the same time. We both knew what we were doing was so bad and if we got caught, the punishment would be unimaginable to us. I was the instigator, I almost had to beg David even to let me kiss him. Not only did he let me French kiss them, but I also convinced him to let me give him a blow job, although I did think he would pass out when he came in my mouth, and I swallowed all of him.
I knew I was the first girl he had ever fucked and maybe even the first girl he really passionately kissed; and now thinking back to it, I couldn't help but smile at how far we had come and was grateful I was that I haven't gotten pregnant.
We would lie awake afterward and he would make me tell him my experiences, from my first time to other times with my girlfriends and with other guys. No detail was too small and every time afterward he would devour my pussy, sometimes even after we had sex, David loved the taste of his cum and my juices and even he called them his cream pies now.
It was during those conversations that we talked about other people David might share me with.
At first, it had just been one or two close buddies, each of whom he swore to secrecy. Then, Rachel, the daughter of our neighbors. Rachel and I had already experimented together before David actually brought her up as a possibility, but Rachel and I were only too happy to let him watch and think it had been his idea. Eventually, the three of us then got together for an awkward but fun three-way.
As more time and partners came and went, David wanted me to be bolder, suggesting and helping me to seduce Rachel's mom Jennifer. Rachel helped with the seduction, arranging for me to be alone with her when she knew her mom was frustrated with her husband's fixation on just his pleasure, not Jen's. Jen was wonderful and so open with me.
We began by secretly kissing, then touching, and by the time she let me eat her pussy and orgasm, Jennifer was a member of our crew. We hadn't had a threesome yet, but David had spent several afternoons with her while I was at school and while Rachel and her dad were away for weekend sports events.
When we talk about our first time now, Dave cringes at how awkward he was. I always encourage him and tell him not to worry and remind him of my stories about how awkward I was when I was first seeing guys and girls. Now, especially when we study, he is always very studious and hardworking, while I am usually naked and rubbing myself on his bed.
He thinks nobody is as comfortable naked and masturbating as I am. I am a good student, but I am almost always horny.
In the months after, we did it again, and again, and again, every chance we got. David's talent and skills had noticeably improved as demonstrated by my throaty moans. I don't think he was awkward; I often replay that first afternoon after school in my mind.
Those few hours opened a door that changed our lives.
That the first time even happened was a surprise accident. It was the very first time I could remember David and me being left alone for any length of time. We both had to swear that we would not have any friends over. Like us, many of our friends had suffered because one or two teenagers in our neighborhood hosted epic parties that got out of hand while their parents were away. I think it spooked all the parents in the neighborhood, but no more so than my father.
I never expected them to leave me alone because despite my efforts to seem like a "good girl" somehow my reputation as a party girl had spread. I'm not sure both Mom and Dad heard the rumors and whispers about my willingness to try almost anything, but as I got older my dating rules became more rigid, while David who was always the good one, could do almost anything he wanted. I suspected David of hinting to my parents that I might be somewhat untrustworthy when it came to having friends come over, just to keep me at home.
That's why it was totally unexpected that only a few days after our birthday, we were sitting on the couch watching a movie, alone for the weekend while Mom and Dad were in the city overnight.
I really hadn't intended for anything to happen.
I was a little bored because I had seen the movie we were watching before and eventually decided to let David watch it and go have a shower. For quite a while, I had been intrigued by the idea of getting David to make out with me.
He was handsome, we both got along really well, and I had caught him many times sneaking a glance at my ass or the way my pussy looked in my tight jeans. I had never had a chance though because our parents would always be around. I thought this weekend might give us that chance. I thought David would need some coaxing though.
I had always been confident in myself and how my body looked; however, until just recently I had been a late bloomer. My quiet confidence had led me to explore my sexuality earlier than most; however, to be totally honest, I think my partners responded more to my willingness to do almost anything than they appreciated my meager assets. I was in good shape, had nice legs, and what I thought was a nice ass; however, I was not, as they say, well-endowed.
Despite my confidence, I had always admired my friends and how shapely their bodies were, especially in the showers after gym class. Most of them seemed to have had boobs for years but I hadn't.
Right up until graduation, David, aware of my experimenting, teased I was a "carpenter's dream - flat and easy to nail." Then, almost overnight it seemed, mother nature decided to finally give me breasts. People who hadn't seen me for a while seemed to especially notice them and I must admit I was constantly playing with them, including in the shower, and even that day as I walked away from David and the TV, I couldn't wait to masturbate myself secretly hoping David would hear me and investigate.
