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When I was seventeen and a new freshman in college, I played trumpet in the band. The band had to practice beginning in July to be ready for the fall game schedule at the school.
At the time I had a boyfriend he was nineteen and a junior— he played the drums — he used to drive us to the school's field for early morning practice, he always asked me to give him a hand job on our way to the fields.
“No!” I told him every time he asked. “I’m a good church-going girl. How dare you ask me to do such a thing?"
I was young and innocent that I was not really sure what a hand job was. But I knew it was something to do with sex. I was interested because I’d heard some other girls talking about hand jobs, and I was definitely curious, very excited, but also rather scared.
Then one day, without any warning, he let go of the steering wheel, unzipped his pants and whipped out his cock! He turned to me, taking his eye off the road, and said to me in a throaty voice.
“I really need you to jack me off!”
“No!” I screamed back at him.
“Watch the road!”
“If you love me, you’ll jack me off,” he demanded loudly.
“No, No, No!” I yelled back at him, louder still, sitting there with my arms tightly folded across my chest.
I was not ready for any of this stuff, I had just been given the sex talk from my mother she had not told me about any of this. Well, that was the day he broke up with me. I was ok with it. He had just pressed sex on me and I did not need that in my life at that time.
But now I had seen a cock. That was a turning point in my life. I always wondered what a boy looked like down there and now I had seen one. That was a problem for me. I had been masturbating from the age of sixteen, using my fingers and small things like pencils to play with. Now I had seen a cock — a hard cock — and I wondered how I could fit one into my pussy.
I could not get it out of my mind, so when I was at home alone I started to use much larger toys. The best thing that I found was a plastic banana my mother had decorating the kitchen table. It worked! Every time, I climaxed. I was in heaven! And I wanted more, but now I had no boyfriend.
So I started to fantasize about all the guys on our football team. They wore tight white workout pants. Our band practice was at the same time as the football team’s work out, and it was hard for me to concentrate on the music when I could easily look over and see so many rear ends in tight white football pants! Some of them did not wear their cups, so I could make out the outline of their cocks when they came off the field, all sweaty and wet.
Our band would line up for them to come off the field, so I had a good view of the whole team with all their cocks and asses. I would go home every time, wet and horny, head for my bedroom and masturbate, thinking of all the guys on the team taking me one by one in a gang bang in the locker room. I would climax many times over before falling asleep for the night.
It was a fantasy, that was all.
I had never had sex with anyone until I met my husband. I was eighteen years old, and by that time my body had filled out. I was five foot two inches tall, weighed ninety-eight pounds, had a narrow waist, and my tits had swelled to 32 DD.
After we got married, Jarold, my husband, would talk about how he wanted me to have sex with other guys. I was still young and dumb in the ways of the world; at that time, all we did was talk about it. Looking back, I know I was still that naive young church-going girl.
We moved to Flagstaff, Arizona where my husband had grown up, and we started taking short trips to a place near Sedona Arizona which he had found when he was in high school. This was a lovely spot where the Oak Creek River ran through the steep red rock canyon. It was a hard hike to get down to the river, so not many people took the time to hike down to be close to the river with its natural waterslides in the red sandstone of the river bottom.
When we would go to that river I would wear a full one-piece bathing suit that I had kept from the time when I lived at home with my parents.
“A woman should always cover her body up, or the boys and the men will want to see more of it,” my mother used to warn me over and over.
When my husband began taking me to the river to tan on a regular basis. After going there a few times, we noticed that not many people came there; we are alone most often.
“Gaylee, why don’t you buy a new swimsuit? That one-piece is so old, it’s time you had a new one,” my husband suggested.
He drove me to a store to buy one, and on the way, he told me what he had in mind.
“You know, I think a string bikini would be best. That way you can get a good tan without too many tan lines.”
I went ahead and chose a few bikinis that had full bottoms with full coverage top that covered a lot of skin. As I modeled the first one for him.
"Hmmm,” he said, looking at me critically. “I think I’d like one a little smaller bikini. It would match your small frame so much better,” he explained.
He looked over the selection and picked out a very tiny pink bikini. It had strings that held two minuscule triangles that barely covered my nipples. It was the same on the bottoms — just a small triangle of fabric, front and back, with a string that held them up when tied on the side over my hips.
From that moment on, I had to start shaving my pubic hair. I did try to leave a small patch over my pussy, but when I tried the bottoms on it was clear that the fabric was close to transparent. Neither the top nor the bottom had any lining in them and when I looked in the mirror I could easily see my dark landing strip. So I gave myself a clean shave all around my pussy.
On the first trip back to the river to tan, my husband decided to stay around to see me in my new teensy suit. He was eager to see how it looked. Lying in the sun, tanning, I got hot and walked down into the water to cool off. When I came out of the river, my husband’s eyes grew large — as did his cock!
I looked down at my new suit. It had become transparent! It looked as if I was nude! “Oh my God!” my husband choked out. “You look so hot. Come over here! We may need to fuck right now!” so we did. We made love right there next to the river.
I was so turned on knowing that anyone could come by and watch us. I came very fast and so did he.
We went many times to the river that summer. We began to call it “our spot.” Every time we went, we had sex, and on many of those occasions, my husband would take walks up and down the river to get into shape. Often he would be gone for hours.
On one trip when he was gone walking, and I was all by myself, I was lying out in the sun tanning when a man suddenly appeared out of the trees.
He came right up to me with a camera in his hand. “I love your little pink swimsuit,” he commented looking me up and down hungrily. “Could I take your photo?” he asked.
“No thank you!” I responded haughtily, and he walked away with a disappointed look to him.
I did not see which way he went, so I closed my eyes and took a short nap as I tanned. I woke with a start when I heard a noise of rocks moving. I looked up and saw the same man a short distance away in among the trees. He had his cock out and was jacking off!
He was also staring at me and taking photos of me. I was wearing sunglasses, so he could not see my eyes, and he did not know that I was also watching him. I was amazed at what I saw! His cock! I could not take my eyes off it. It was huge… very long and thick. I would say it must have been twelve inches long and about six inches full around.
It was the size of a one-liter soda bottle. It was only the third cock I’d seen in my whole life, but it was also the biggest one. No other cock had come close to the size of this man’s monster.
As I was watching him jacking off and playing with his balls, I got very turned on. My mind flashed back to the days when I used to come home from school and masturbate, thinking about our football team. As I watched this man pumping his cock, focusing his gaze on my body, I got so worked up and hot that I had to get up and head for the river to cool off from all the heat being generated.
He kept watching me while I cooled off in the river. When I came out of the water, I took a look at my own body. I realized I was totally exposed to this man as my swimsuit was wet and completely transparent. I shifted the angle on my blanket so that now my pussy would be facing in his direction.
I lay down again, opening my legs to give him a good view, and I knew that my pussy would be clearly visible through the wet little triangle of cloth. I began to play with my nipples, and as I did this my pussy became very wet as I watched him pulling on his cock and balls.
I kept my eye on the man as he masturbated, working on his massive cock until I saw him cum.
Then I lay back and closed my eyes, playing with my nipples and fingering my pussy. I thought the man would have left because I’d seen him spurt all over his hand and onto the rock he was standing next to.
I did not expect what happened next! Just as I was about to climax from just watching the man cum, I heard footsteps approaching, and when I opened my eyes the man was already standing right next to me.
He did not have a stitch on, and his cock was sticking right out facing me, hard as ever. I was shocked and could do nothing but watch as he took my hand and put it on his cock, moving it back and forth so that I was jacking him off.
Next, he pulled off my suit top and started too pulled on my nipples very hard. I have always loved nipple play from the time I started masturbating.
Before I knew what was happening, he stripped off my bottoms. This man then rubbed my pussy he moved my legs apart and plunged his finger into me rubbing the soft spot inside and my clit at the same time. I had my first G spot climax with a stranger’s fingers in my pussy.
I was so turned on, I wanted him in me. I pulled him close to my pussy as I was jacking him off I asked him to put his cock into me. He said, "can you handle this monster cock?"
I said, "yes, I want you deep in me." He then put the head of his cock in my pussy. I was in heaven at this point as he slowly worked his cock in my pussy inch by inch.
By this time I was so worked up that I couldn't stop fucking, even though I was sure his gigantic shaft would split me in half. I was lucky when his massive cock impaled me for the first time, I was still wet from my first climax, and in spite of its size, he had no trouble fitting his cock into my pussy.
He fucked me for over an hour and came in me three times.
He would cum in my pussy then pull out his cock and have me clean and suck him back to life.
Each time it took longer for him to cum in my pussy, but with his and my juices mixed together, I was able to take him all the way in me till his balls slapped my ass. I didn't expect that I could take anything that deep. It was last time he was in me, I climaxed eight times as he fucked me. I’d never taken a cock this size before, after he was gone, I was so full of cum and sore from the fucking he had just given me, that I had to wash and cool off in the river.
“Can we go home now?” was all I asked my husband when he finally showed up.
He asked, "can’t we have sex now that I am back from my walk and I see you are already wet. I can see you have gotten all wet in the water."
Little did he know how wet I was.
We packed up, hiked up the canyon, and went home. I never told my husband about the sex I had that day. I’d climaxed so many times; I liked it and wanted more, but although we went back there often, the man never appeared again.
After a few weeks, my husband confessed something to me.
“You know, Gaylee, that time we were at the river a few weeks ago… I saw a man he had his camera taking pictures of you. I stayed hidden in the trees and watched.”
I could hardly believe what I was hearing.
I saw him checking you out as you tanned in your sexy little string bikini… I saw him jacking himself off, pumping his cock and Cumming all over that rocks. He could not see me, he was so focused on you, that he did not look around to see if anyone was watching him, but I didn't miss a thing. I saw him coming up to you and — oh my god — it was such a turn on.
You know that I have wanted you to fuck other men, so when he walked up to you after you had just played with your pussy, then when he took your hand and you started to jack off his very large cock. Then he fingered you and fucked you. It looked to me as if you enjoyed what was being done to you as he fucked your pussy.
It was more of a statement rather than a question, so I didn't answer.
“I’m telling you, Gaylee, that I jacked off myself. In fact, I came twice while you two were fucking. Tell me, did you like his colossal cock all the way up your pussy?"
Jarold knew everything. I couldn't deny it.
“Yes, I did,” I said, confirming his suspicions. “Yes, I did like it. And yes, I do like fucking other men. I came eight times that day!” He was in shock from the amount of times I had climaxed.
Shortly after that, we became members of a couples' swinging club, Jarold loved watching me take many more men, and I watched him take countless other women.
And that’s how I became a cock slut.
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