A Summer s Odyssey
- 3 years ago
- 21
- 0
Sexual Odyssey free porn video
Today is my 32nd birthday. Sitting here on a beach chaise next to the pool,
I am holding the diary I’ve kept since I was 16. My entries are limited to
my numerous and varied sexual encounters. One day I may have my adventures
published– anonymously, of course. But right now, let me share a few of
the more memorable ones with you.
I went to camp that summer as I’d done for the past eight years. This year,
though, I was a camp counselor with my own small cabin. Our adult camp
advisor drove me pretty hard during the day. She implied that just because
I was pretty and well-off didn’t mean that I could get by without doing my
job. I wasn’t well-off. My mother was a widow and my grandmother provided
the money for camp this year as she has for the last four. So what if I’m
tall, curly blonde, blue-eyed and gorgeous to some people. I have values
just like anyone else. The work ethic was instilled in me. My mother taught
me well. But nothing I did was ever quite right for her. When I was called
in for an incident over which I had no control, I decided to pack it in and
quit after one month.
That night, in bed, I cried myself to sleep. The little girls that I worked
with were wonderful and I would miss them. I awoke later that night to a
hand over my mouth followed by a hand on my breast that eventually moved
beneath my thin gown. When I saw who it was, I was not afraid, just
surprised. It was my adult advisor with lust in her eyes. Her own seven
year old daughter was in the group of girls that I supervised! Without
saying a word, she removed my gown, then dropped her robe. She was a tall
woman of about 30, pretty with short, black hair and hazel eyes. She spread
my legs, slowly rubbed my pussy, then went down on me. I let her eat her
fill of me as I came, stuffing my gown in my mouth ti stifle my screams of
joy. When she finally came up for air, she eased her pussy on mine,
entwined our legs, locked our mouths and screwed me.
The next morning I went to her office and withdrew my resignation. She
smiled knowingly. She took me again that night and almost every other night
thereafter until the season ended two months later. Oh, she still downed me
verbally in front of the others counselors, but at night, in my darkened
cabin, she ate all those mean words right out of my pussy and literally
kissed my ass. Her sighs of pleasure or grunts of lust were the only sounds
I ever heard as she fucked me. I learned a lot about my own pussy that
summer–how it responds so much better to a touch other than my own, the
joy it gave to her as she sucked it–and a lot about giving pleasure. Yes,
I ate her pussy many of those nights while she ate mine. I’ve never told
another living soul about this, but my pussy remembers.
Part 2
Two months later my mom married a modestly wealthy man she met on a
Caribbean cruise last year. She and I moved into his spacious home after
the honeymoon. His son and I took and instant dislike to each other. He was
17 and I was 16.
One Saturday morning three months later, I was lying on my bed reading a
magazine. My door was open and I could hear Billy moving around in his room
down the hall. Our parents had left early to hunt for antiques. Billy
sounded restless, but that was not my problem. Ten minutes later I glanced
up to see Billy standing in my doorway, naked, with the biggest and only
dick I had ever seen.
“Gee, Bill,” I said “Do you know you’re naked?”
“I wanted to show you this, sister dear,” he said, pointing to the
boner. “I have an idea I’d like to run by you.”
“What could you have to say or do that would possibly interest me?” I
peeked at his hard-on again.
“What say you and I fool around a little. It’s not like we’re real sister
and brother. I’ve been having these dreams about fucking you. You’re making
me mess up a lot of sheets.”
“I’m not making you do anything, you lecherous boy.” But maybe I was. I was
always half naked around the house. Like now, I was wearing a tight tank
t-shirt, bikini panties and no bra. With my bedroom door open! Was I
sending a subliminal message to Billy?
“Look, Kirs, it’s just that my hormones are raging and you’re here and so
fucking cute and sexy. Who in his right mind wouldn’t want to fuck you? I
have condoms–lots of them. We could learn how to do it with each
other. Would you do it, Kirsten? I swear I’m about to burst.”
“Well, Billy, even though I don’t like you all that much, I have had a few
dreams about you, too. You know my mom and your dad can never find out,
don’t you?” Just like they can never know about my camp experience. I
thought about the woman eating me and got wet.
“Yes. Yes, Kirs,” he said, his dick leading him into the room. I was
pulling off my tee shirt and panties.
Not able to hold himself back any longer, my step-brother held his dick and
rubbed it over my already wet pussy lips. He already had a condom in is
hand, certain of this conquest. He rolled it onto his rock-hard, young dick
and began to push in slowly. He got half way in before my hymen stopped
him.
“Just do it, Billy. Break the damn thing and fuck me.” Billy pushed, it
popped and he started pumping in earnest. Billy was like an automaton as he
jack-hammered into me. He bellowed loudly as he came hard a few minutes
later. Billy’s pumping in me felt really good, but I didn’t come with
him. He pulled out and rubbed my clit. Now this was something I knew
about. I thought about her doing this to me as I came.
Luckily, our parents were antique freaks. We were able to go at it the
following Saturday. As I watched them pulling out of the drive, Billy was
already standing in my room naked, dick sheathed. I took off my robe, lay
down on the unmade bed, legs spread wide and said, “Come get your kitty,
Bill.”
Billy surprised me when he didn’t just dive right into me. He took the time
to actually kiss me deeply and suck my titties while he rubbed my clit and
eased his fingers into me, bringing me to orgasm. Billy rose, poised
himself over me, then plunged in hard and deep. I came again on
impact. Then I lay back, screwing my ass, letting Billy take his due. He
was not a “few minutes man” today. He had a more control and used it to
lengthen his fucking. When he was about to cum, he would pull out
completely and kiss me deeply while he waited. He did this so many times,
but each time he plunged back into me, it was like we were just starting
out. When Billy finally came, it was nothing less than monumental. He took
me three more times before our parents returned in the late
afternoon. Billy promised that we would learn to suck each other next time.
Next time came when they went to a dinner party in the middle of the
week. We were a little awkward at first, but we learned quickly as we ate
each other to orgasm. Having had my pussy eaten many times, I knew what my
pleasure would be like when Billy’s mouth found me. With time to spare
before they returned, Billy said he’d like to try one more thing. Did
Billy’s thing ever get soft? I don’t think so. Boys that age think with
their dicks. He put me on all fours to take me from behind. He slid his
dick easily into my already wet pussy as I pushed my ass back to him. He
pulled back too far, then slipped out. When he attempted to re-enter, his
dick missed its mark and was pushing at my asshole. Now that felt good!
“Billy, put it in my ass. Pull my cheeks open and stuff it in!” I said
excitedly.
This was merely another challenge for my wonder-dick brother–one that made
him even harder. He slowly pushed steel into my tight asshole until the
shaft was buried to the hilt. Billy started shaking from side to side
moving his dick in my ass. I was so filled up, my asshole was hurting and
so heavy as I squeezed him. Billy plunged his dick in and out of my hole
non-stop. We came together after–me for the third time, him the first–he
pushed me down on the bed, dick still screwing in my ass. No matter what
other fucking I would do in life, I decided then and there, that if I was
to be penetrated by a man, my ass would be the primary hole.
Billy and I mainly ass-fucked whenever we got the chance for the next year
until he went off to college. We were both experts by the time he left.
Part 3
I left home for college a year later after a fantastic summer of “camp
counseling.” Luckily, I did not have to live in a dormitory. I was able to
rent a small cottage on the property of a young university couple. They
were both assistant professors at the university and lived a mere mile
away. They invited me over for a drink a few days after I moved in. They
were your typical preppy, movers and shakers type. He was darkly handsome
and she a pale red-head–a nice looking couple. After a few drinks, they
informed me that many girls had looked at the apartment, but they saw
something in me that they liked over the others.
“What is that, Mrs. Giroir?” I asked.
“Well,” she said, looking at her husband, “we wanted someone with whom we
could form a bond–a sexual bond.”
“In other words, a third fuck partner. And I look like the kind of person
who would do something like that?”
“We don’t mean to offend. We just thought…”
“You thought right, Mrs. Giroir. I would be delighted. I’ve had both sexes
and enjoy them both.”
“John, this is so exciting, isn’t it,” she turned to her husband, touching
his arm.
“Wonderful, darling,” he said eyeing me. “Wonderful. When can we do this?
Tonight? I’m certainly ready.”
“Tonight is fine with me. I just happen to be a little bit horny,” I said
unbuttoning my blouse, revealing a lace push-up bra. She was licking her
lips at the sight.
“Kirsten, we each like to watch as the other fucks. The three of us will
rarely be in bed together.”
“No problem. Who’s fucking now and who’s watching?” I asked, smiling, as I
continued undressing. “Are we doing it here?”
“Honey, it’s been such a long time since you’ve had any pussy. You go
first,” the husband acquiesced. “I’ll wait my turn watching you.”
“Kirsten, let’s go to our bedroom,” she said loosening her clothing. Her
husband followed us into the mirrored room.
Mrs. Giroir was insatiable as she kissed me, ate me and screwed me over and
over. She said that it would not be necessary for me to suck her. Her
husband could do that just fine later. The feel of female flesh and the
taste, texture and smell of pussy were what turned her on. As I came on
Mrs. Giroir’s tongue again, I glanced in a mirror at Mr. Giroir sitting in
a chair nearby rubbing a massive hard-on. I intended to have that thing up
my ass tonight!
An exhausted Mrs. Giroir got hers but good, pulled away and sat in her
husband’s chair to watch him get his. He positioned me on all fours at the
foot of the bed. Without preliminaries, he pushed his dick in my pussy and
started humping. He got a nice rhythm going, pushing his 8-inch dick in
me. “Can you take me in your ass, Kirsten?”
“Oh, yes, please, Mr. Giroir,” I screamed. This was even better I
thought. “Put it in now, please.” Mr. Giroir, John, staked out my asshole
as his territory. In superb control of his dick, he plunged, plundered,
pounded his 8-inch dick in my ass like the expert he was. I knew I was home
as he took me. In their mirrors, I could see his sweating and gleaming body
beating at mine. In another mirror I could see his wife and hear her oohing
and aahing at his strokes as she rubbed her slit. When John pulled me up by
my shoulders as he continued to screw me, it was almost the same as when my
step-brother did it. I lost it then-completely. I started cumming–long
hard spasms, contracting against his dick as he rubbed me slowly.
“You like this, don’t you, kitten? Listen at yourself purr. I felt you
cumming. Now I’m about to cum. Sqeeze me as I cum, kitten.” With that, John
let loose, practically roaring as he gave me his load. He probably had as
much cum as a 17-year old Billy.
I left them in bed and let myself out. This was the scenario, more or less,
once a week, sometimes more, for the next four years. We each got what we
wanted. Anne satisfied her taste for pussy and John, I’m sure, was
sometimes fucking some man in his mind as he used my body. No
problem. Everyone is a latent homosexual. Getting and getting the pleasures
we crave is what’s most important.
Part 4
I was not theirs exclusively. Once a week was hardly enough for me. A week
ago, a group from my Psychology class went to a little off-campus soul food
restaurant. The owner was a big-boned and heavy-breasted black woman. She
was not overweight, just robust and healthy looking. Her brownish-black
hair was pulled tightly from her light brown face in a french twist. The
face was lightly made-up and lovely. I could barely keep my eyes off her as
she roamed around the room making sure her diners were happy. Purposely, I
let my address book slide from my purse underneath the table so that I
would have an excuse to go back later.
She called me at closing time to report finding the book. I went right over
to collect it. “Thanks so much for calling me. You know my name is
Kirsten. And you are?”
“Matty, honey. Short for Mathilda. Don’t you just hate the name Mathilda?
I’m only 38, but it sounds like I should be 70.” After stopping for breath,
Matty smiled and said, “Kirsten, girl, are you in the life? I sure hope you
are. I just love eating skinny white girls.”
“Well, Matty, I swing both ways. And I’m very attracted to you.”
“Good, sugar. Let me just lock up. There’s a small bedroom and bath
upstairs. Go on up and get comfortable.”
Whatever she had in mind, I was hot and I was game. I was removing my
clothing, the little I was wearing, when she came in. She stopped to watch
then began removing hers. She was a magnificient specimen of womanhood. He
breasts were big but not sagging, the stomach flat, the hips broad but
shapely. I knew I could lose myself on that. She stretched out on the bed,
gathered up her breasts together and said, “Come to mama, Kirsten.”
Hot, I rushed to her, straddled her body and brought my pussy to the tits
she held. I let it slide all over those long, hard nipples and accumulated
flesh. I worked my self into a frenzy as I manuevered my pussy on her.
“That’s real sweet, honey. I’ve never had that done before. You’re make
Matty cum doing that, honey,” she moaned as I screwed her breasts, feeling
her nipples poking at my hole. “I want you to cum on them. Screw them
harder, honey. They won’t break. Cum on mama’s titties, sugar.”
A few more turns of my ass and thrusts of my pussy, she had her wish,
complete with the day’s supply of pussy juice. “Matty, eat me now,” I
pleaded as I moved my pussy to her face. There is something to be said for
being big. This big woman had a long, thick tongue and knew how to use
it. She sucked, licked, jammed her tongue in me. I rode that erect tongue
like I would a dick, screaming, cumming the whole time as I fucked it.
There was also the sorority sister selling magazine subscriptions. She had
parked her sales book on top of my things when we were in the restroom at
the library. I was flipping through her book when she came out of the
stall. We struck up a conversation and I invited her back to my place for
an explanation of her products. My mom and step-dad recently sent me my
usual and very generous allowance to spend as I wished. I was not into
sororities–I was too busy satisfying other needs–but I knew they provided
services to the community. Needless to say, something sparked between
us. In practically no time at all, that soror had me on my hands and knees,
begging for mercy, as she, armed with her strap-on dick, put a fucking in
my ass the likes of which I’d never had from a woman.
Part 5
Of course, I had many other little episodes along the way during my four
years. There was the big guy from a cattle ranch in Oklahoma. No problem
getting old Hoss to take my ass! He was right back on the farm as he humped
me all night.
I reminded a lonely dark-haired Wisconsin beauty named Sarah of her lover
who had graduated and married. In her dorm room, she cried as she ate my
pussy repeatedly, mumbling her lover’s name. It sounded like Beth.
Then there was the delicate young Chinese woman from the laundry where I
took my clothes. Mai-Lin brought my clothes one Saturday morning just as I
was getting out of the shower. I opened the door clothed only in a
towel. There was still water in my ears, but I heard when she said,
“Mai-Lin lika you, pretty lady. Mai-Lin, she sucka your pussy good. You
want?” Well, I dropped my towel and pulled her in. She stripped quickly as
she followed me to the bedroom. When I lay back on the bed, Mai-Lin, small
as a girl, climbed all over me, rubbing and sighing. She was true to her
word as I came many times in that tiny mouth.
Through all of this fucking, I was still on the Dean’s List. I was also on
his wife, sucking her pussy in the upstairs bathroom of their home when I
was invited to an Honors Tea. I tried to get him too, but he didn’t want to
do it in my ass. His married son, a headmaster at a boys’ school, did just
fine in his place.
Part 6
My looks and brains paid off for me. I got a job as a local television
reporter, then two years later was given my own local talk show which
really took off. You would think I’d be tired of so much sex by now. NOT!
As it turns out sex and the show were tied together. I found that I was at
my absolute best when I was fucked just before I went on. My assistant, an
ambitious young black lady, was secretly providing pussy at that time. My,
but that girl had the longest clit! But my needs got greater. I wanted to
be fucked in the ass before I went on, too. The answer to my prayer came in
the form of Juan, a handsome 20-year old studio worker/exchange student
from South America. I accidently got a glimpse of his tool when I walked in
on him using my bathroom.
“I’m sorry Miss Kirsten. I did not know you were in the studio.”
“That’s ok, Juan. My, you have a large…” I said pointing to his dick. It
was at least 10 inches and slightly hard. “Juan, have you ever put your
penis into a woman’s ass?”
“Many times, Miss Kirsten. The women at home, they like it best. Good
pleasure, no babies.”
“I like it best, too, Juan. Would you consider doing it with me every day
before I go on the air?”
“I would be honored to be of assistance to you, Miss Kirsten, ” he said,
bowing.
“Good. Good. Tomorrow in my dressing room at 1 p.m. Don’t be late.”
Juan was there and hard as a rock at 12:45. We lubed up and he went
in. Lord, did he go in! I’d never had a dick as long or as round in my ass
before. I was in hog heaven as his young body worked me over. I was cumming
before I knew I was cumming. Juan kept battering and ramming, pulling my
cheeks apart, jamming his thing in my ass. When I begged him to stop after
I’d cum so much, he let loose with a load the likes of which I’d never seen
before in one condom. Juan apologized, thinking he took me too roughly. He
said he hadn’t had any since he left home three months ago. “You’ll always
have ass here, Juan, if I’m around. You’ll be one of my assistants. I want
you here everyday at one doing what you did today.”
Juan was pretty much faithful to his duties. When he could not get there on
time, one of my new female assistants serviced me. I believe they were all
a little afraid if me because when I fucked one of them, it was wild and
hard. That’s just who I am. I overheard one girl remark that she was sore
three days after I fucked her. I was brilliant the day I dragged myself
away from her pussy. Juan finished graduate school and moved away the year
my show went off the air.
Part 7
That same year, I met, fell in love with and married a banker six years my
senior. I was 30. My husband loved to fuck in my ass, but I had to give in
occasionally and let him have some pussy. No problem. I didn’t mind doing
it because I did nothing else except spend his money. When we traveled
outside the country, my husband indulged me and arranged for some discreet
little threesomes with beautiful women. Our travel agent knew just what he
wanted. When he opened our hotel door to a tall, blonde, blue-eyed “tour
guide” in Sweden, he was taken aback because Inga looked so much like
me. He was on fire as he walked around the room, watching me from every
angle, as I fucked my double. He had to wait his turn.
In Paris, a sweet little Colette modeled lingerie in the hotel room. The
girl spouted her lust in her native tongue as I tore her brief panties to
get at her pussy. As I ate her, my husband eased his dick into my ass. When
Colette wrote us later and asked for help to come to America, my husband
used his connections to get her a job at a fashion house. Whenever he was
away on business trips, he allowed me have Colette, who was lesbian, over
for some fun, but only after all the servants were dismissed. I had some
great times in the rooms of my large house with that hot-blooded 19-year
old girl and the “toys” she brought with her.
Part 8
My husband just called to say that he’d sent a car to the airport to pick
up one my birthday gifts. After drinks and dinner, the three of us–he,
Inga(my gift)and I–would be driving up to the cabin in the mountains for
the weekend. On the drive up, in our partitioned limousine, my husband and
I got an early start on Inga. She loved having the two of us kiss her and
feel her up in the back of the car. I got to fuck her first. It was MY
birthday, after all! A good time is sure to be had by all.
Mikhaela
- 15.04.2021
- 9
- 0
Fletcher s Odyssey
- 2 years ago
- 16
- 0
Assassin s Creed Odyssey The Next Odyssey
- 2 years ago
- 32
- 0
