You might say I'm a bit twisted. You might also say that I'm just a liberated soul, a sexual adventurer. I've been called a slut, a tramp, and a trollop. I've been called a whore, but that is really inaccurate. If we meet somewhere, and I take you buy the hand, we go back to my place, and I let you fuck me, it's not because I'm trying to get anything, I just want to feel you inside of me. I'm sure that if I had been born in the sixteenth century, I would've been burned as a witch.
My list of perversions is long, especially for someone who is only 27 years old. Most women hit their peak of sexual appetite in their mid to late thirties. I seem to have got there early. I have had sex with total strangers. I once had sex with two men at the same time. The feeling of being between two sets of strong arms was amazing. I'm very curious about what it would be like to be with three or four men at once. I have had sex with women, and the feeling of their tongues on my pussy was transcendent. I once rewarded a stranger for helping me with a flat tire by giving him a blowjob on the side of the road. My ex-husband used to photograph me having sex with other men, and I loved him all the more for it. I love being filmed, but I could never be a porn star because I abhor the idea of sex as a business.
Despite my bad behavior, I was really a late bloomer. I remained virginal till my eighteenth year, despite the repeated attempts of several dozen high school boys to get into my panties. I guess you could say that I am attractive. I'm 5'4", 129 lbs, and very blonde, with my hair going down to the middle of my back, and I usually keep it in a ponytail. I don't need much make up, and have been told I have innocent eyes, whatever that means. I have fairly big tits which have so far stayed perky, and I'm hoping they stay that way for a long time. I'm fit with a flat tummy, but with I've also inherited those curvy hips and ample ass that my mother had. In fact, my ass had always been like a target for boys in school. Their heat-seeking missiles were just drawn to it. I was always getting a slap here, a rub there. But despite it all, I remained a good girl, at least till my eighteenth summer.
We had just moved to Texas. My stepdad had been married to my mom for about four years by then, and the marriage was not good. My mom has always been a very difficult woman, but my stepdad did his best. He had been with us for seven years, and had always been very good to us. He was far more of a real father to me than my real dad. I felt very comfortable with him, and would confide in him before ever going to my mom.
We had moved to Texas in June. By August, the heat was incredible. The house we were staying at had a faulty AC system. It would freeze up at about two in the afternoon every day, so you would have to go without for a couple of hours until it thawed. I called that time of day the sweating hours. The only defense was to wear as little clothing as possible. I was bored stiff one Saturday during the sweating hours and stumbled into the living room. Mom worked Saturdays, so it was just me and my stepdad. He was sitting on the couch, shirtless with shorts on, trying to stay cool. He was reading a book. I was in shorts and a bikini top, and still sweating. I sat down on his knee, like I had innocently done a hundred times before. My whole life was about to change.
You have to understand, when I say that I had never had sex to that point, I mean I had never even pleasured myself. I knew what sex was, and had at times experienced a kind of aching need in my crotch, but that was about the extent of it. As I sat on his knee, my hips began to almost imperceptibly move back and forth. I put my hands on his knee to steady myself as I began to grind harder. I don't know what came over me. I couldn't stop, it felt so good. When I came for the first time in my life, I thought I was going to pass out. I know he could feel my pussy contracting on his leg as the spasm of orgasms swept through me. After I came, I just sat there on his knee, staring forward, to embarrassed to look at him or say anything. I had soaked through my shorts, and I knew his leg was wet from me.
"Did that feel good?" he finally asked.
I turned around and looked at him.
"I'm sorry, this is so embarrassing...I don't know what happened."
"Hey, its okay, everyone does it sometimes...it's just a natural thing."
I got up and quickly walked to my room. I peeled off my wet shorts and panties and lay down on the bed naked, trying to make sense of what had just happened. I wrestled with conflicting feelings of shame and joy . I wanted to talk to someone about it. Since we had just moved here, I hadn't any close friends to talk to, and my mother was definitely out of the question. I got dressed and sat next to Ben on the couch. We talked about what happened. He told me there was nothing wrong with what happened, and that I should do it more. He explained that it was a great way to relieve stress. He really was a great guy, and I realized that my feelings for him were evolving from one of step-dad to something else. I know some will say that what was happening was wrong, but I don't believe it was.
Next Saturday rolled around, and it was even hotter than before. Ben suggested that we go down to the river for a swim. There was an area in San Marcos that had a nice sand beach right on the river. As I was getting ready, I found a bikini I had bought a few weeks ago. It was really tiny,a Tonga, not quite a string bikini, but still small. I knew my mom would never let me go out in it, but it would be nice for tanning in the backyard. I decided to wear it today. I threw a sun dress on over it, and we headed out. We talked about a lot of things on the way. I knew my mom and him had fought earlier in the week, and things weren't going well. He told me that the only thing keeping him with her was his concern of what would happen to me if he left.
We got to the river. It was pretty crowded because of the heat. When I pulled my dress off, I saw his eyes take me in before quickly looking away.
"Do you like it?" I asked him.
"Uh...yeah, it's very nice, kinda small though..."
"Well, I can put my dress back on if you think its too much."
"No, leave it on it looks great, and I know you probably enjoy the looks you are getting."
I did notice a lot of guys, and even some girls staring at me. It made me feel good, and I started to get that warm feeling between my legs again. We played in the water for a while, splashing and swimming. I decided to get some sun. Ben said he was going to go for a walk because he thought I probably didn't want some old guy hanging out with me. I told him I liked his company, but he left anyway. After laying on my back for a while, I rolled over onto my stomach. I noticed a group of boys eyeing me, but too shy to do anything about it. I undid my bra strap, knowing that would get them even more heated up. Finally, the bravest one came over and sat next to me. He told me his name was Raul and asked if I needed any lotion applied to my back.
"ooh, that would be nice." I purred.
He slowly rubbed oil into my skin. It felt wonderful, and was getting me as hot as it was getting him. He even brushed his hands against the sides of my boobs a couple times. I imagined it was Ben's hands, and got even more hornier. Ben came back, and Raul left. I had an overwhelming urge to repeat that feeling I experienced last Saturday.
"Cmon, let's go back to the house." I said.
When we got back, I plopped down on the couch next to Ben. We were both already in a sheen of sweat due to the heat of the house. I asked if he would mind if I sat on his knee again.
"No, if you want to, go ahead."
Still just in my bikini, I straddled his leg, and slowly began to rock back and forth. I wrapped one arm around my hair, as my other hand started to rub one of my breasts. He put his hands around my waist, and leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. Getting even hotter, I undid my top and let it fall to the floor. One of his hands came up and began to explore my breast. I was breathing even heavier as his fingers played with my nipples. I let out a gasp as I came. His hands came off me, and I got off and sat back down next to him.
"Whats wrong?" I asked.
"Don't you see what we're doing is wrong? Your mom would kill me."
"She doesn't ever have to find out. I want you to show me more!" I implored.
"No, you should be learning these things from boys your own age."
"But I want you to show me!"
He got up and went out back. I was sitting in the front room in just a pair of bikini bottoms, mad at Ben, mad at myself, and not even knowing why. I had felt totally comfortable being nearly nude in front of him. I know he had seen me naked before, just glimpses, not staring or anything. It was just something that happened when you lived in a house with other people. I had never seen him naked , but I did notice a big bulge in the front of his pants when he got up to leave the room.
The next week dragged on. One evening Ben was taking a shower after he got home from work. Mom was downstairs making supper. I tiptoed across the hall and snuck into the bathroom. I could see him through a gap in the shower curtain. He was pulling on his dick. It was big, and looked very hard too. I'm not saying I was an expert or had seen a lot of penises, but I had seen some in dirty books and those pop-up sex ads that you sometimes get on the computer. He turned around and saw me. His hand came off his cock and he quickly turned his back to me.
"Nikki, what the hell are you doing in here? Get out!" he stammered.
"What were you just doing in there?" I teased.
"Never mind, just get out before your mom hears us!"
Finally, Saturday rolled around. The AC was off, I was sweating, and I was ready to play. I had been doing sit-ups and push-ups in my room, and my tee-shirt was soaked with sweat, my tits totally exposed through the fabric. I had a pair of tiny panties on when I strolled out to the living room. Ben looked up and his eyes grew wide when he saw me.
"Oh my God Nikki, what are you doing?"
I sat down next to him.
"What were you doing in the shower the other night?"
Silence. My hand went to his knee.
"Were you thinking about my pussy rubbing on your leg? Were you thinking about how my tits felt?"
"Yes. Okay, I admit it. I can't keep from thinking about you, but it's wrong. As bad as I want to, I will not take this any further. It has to stop."
"Why? We're not doing anything wrong. You told me I should masturbate to relieve stress. You don't have to have sex with me. I just want you to show me things."
I took his face in my hands and locked my lips on his. My tongue pried at his teeth, and finally his mouth opened to me. Our tongues danced with each other, and his hands went around my waist.
