If you have read any of my other stories or seen my photos and videos, you know that I’m a thirty-year-old redhead, I’m a proud slut, and I’m absolutely crazy about my husband’s nine-inch black cock. I was raised by a mom who is very proud and happy to be a slut. She enjoys being Dad's slut. She raised me to also be a happy little slut, and I very much appreciate that she did. Since high school, my sex life has been many...

In my previous stories, I have told how I grew up watching my mom prepare every afternoon for dad’s arrival home from work and for the powerful fuck she’d been dreaming about all day. How she would bathe and slip into tiny lingerie. And hug and kiss him at the door, before they both disappear into the master bedroom for an hour. EVERY evening, for many years. I’ve also told how I lured the cutest boy in our high school to...

In part 1, my hungry sixteen-year-old pussy finally engulfed its first cock, and it was absolute heaven. In part 2, I moved up from high school boys to college men – and a college woman named Tina – and several orgies – and sucking every big cock that agreed to slide down my throat. In part 3, Tina met Rod, her perfect man, and I met Ted, the perfect man for me. When we left off, Ted had just asked me to marry him and gav...

In part 1, Brad helped me train to be a slut in high school, in my late teens. In part 2, Lance helped me to graduate from fucking high school boys to college men. By the time I earned my college degree, 16 cocks had been down my throat, and 8 up my pussy. And I had turned bi, with the hottest brunette on campus as my lesbian partner to this day. As the college yearbook photographer, Lance took photos of just about everyt...

In part 1, I was a 16-year-old, desperate, cock-starved virgin. Until I met a boy in high school, his name was Brad. He gave me everything sexual I asked from him, and then some. I’m not sure how many times he fucked me – 500? 1000? Just before graduation, we had one final absolutely wonderful fuck, before we both went off to different colleges, hundreds of miles apart. College was my first time not living under my parent...

I first saw Brad when he happened to be walking beside me in our high school hallway. He was by far the cutest guy in our high school. I was a sixteen year-old virgin teenager who daydreamed 24/7 about changing that status, as soon as possible. My Mom and my Grandma have always been proud sluts, I looked up to them both, and I couldn't wait to be just like them. When I looked Brad up and down from head to foot and back up...

In part 1, Easter, the ancient Sumerian goddess of sex and fertility, had just developed her very feminine curves. She had just become aware of the intense desires that burned in her sweet little black boat-shaped pussy, from her cute little hard horn protruding from the bow end of her love-canoe. And with her sprouting of perfect female sexual anatomy, she had also developed a true sex goddess’s nearly insatiable feminin...

I want to tell you the story of Easter, my idol, my hero. The woman I most admire, respect, and try to model my own life on. For 4,000 years, Easter was the Sumerian Innana, literally the Goddess of Sex and Fertility. Her mother was Ningal, the Goddess of the Plants; it was her mom who filled the valley of the Tigris and Euphrates rivers with shade trees against the northern African heat, nutritious grains, and fragrant f...