"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.
