I again got straight “A’s” through my fall semester. I again received a congratulatory letter telling me I had made the President’s List. I was scheduled to graduate on May 5, 2003. Andy Rooney, CBS News correspondent, was the scheduled speaker. In another life, I really liked Andy Rooney. I had applied to several graduate schools. I had gotten accepted to every school I applied to. I decided on a program at the Indiana School of Applied Health Science. They were going to allow me to start a PhD program and skip the master's program. This also allowed me to get a PhD with a minor in human sexuality at the Kinsey Institute. The one catch was Misty. She was a year behind me, and honestly, I didn’t want to leave her. I was able to have IU hold a place for me the following year. Misty was a surprisingly good student. I was hoping she would go to IU law school.

I had gotten a letter to apply to Phi Beta Kappa. I decided not to apply for various reasons, including uncertainty about whether I would get in. Later, a member told me that if you receive an application, you are in.

I had decided to apply to the university I was graduating from as a graduate student majoring in clinical research coordination. It allowed me to avoid wasting a year and would really give me a leg up when I went to the Indiana School of Applied Health Science. I would learn to plan, direct, or coordinate clinical research projects. Direct the activities of workers engaged in clinical research projects to ensure compliance with protocols and overall clinical objectives. May evaluate and analyze clinical data, according to their website.

Mary Sue and Bill were planning a July wedding. Mary Sue asked me to be the maid of honor. Mary Sue was not happy with Bill having his twice-a-month threesome with Misty and me. We were winding the threesome down. I so loved Bill’s wonder dick, but realized this arrangement wasn’t good for any of our mental health. Mary Sue and Bill were accepted into the MBA program here and were going to stay in her condo. It looked like Misty and I would also be in the condo for another year.

Bill knew how much I loved big dick. He told me about a French student who had been a swimmer but had quit. A couple of Bill’s friends told him about the French student (Louis). Apparently, he liked to walk around the bathroom naked, showing off his dick with a huge head, and this was when it was flaccid. He was also uncut. If you can tell a large-headed dick through foreskin, this guy might be our man. The last time I saw an uncut dick was when I was a college junior in a community dorm shower in another life. It piqued my interest, and so Misty and I were going to try to get this guy to fuck us.

I was able to line up a “blind date” with Louis. Misty and I decided I would meet Louis uptown at an upscale restaurant. Misty would happen to run into us. I decided to wear a light colored top with a shelf bra. My areoles and nipples were very obvious. I was hoping Louis was a breast man. I really didn’t know what Misty was going to wear. She had become very unpredictable in her behavior.

I was surprised when I met Louis (he preferred the French pronunciation of his name, Louie); he was better-looking than I had been led to believe. He greeted me with kisses on the cheek and complimented how pretty I was.

“You think I’m pretty; you should see my roommate,” I said. I was curious why Louis didn’t have a French accent. His mother was originally from New York. She married a Parisian, and they spoke both English and French at home.

As I took off my coat as we were being seated, I noticed he couldn’t keep his eyes off my breasts. As we were making small talk, Misty showed up wearing a full-length leather coat. I introduced Misty, my roommate, to Louis. “You weren’t kidding. She is truly beautiful,” Louis said.

Misty decided to close the deal when she said, “I’m only here to order pickup.” Louis and I were seated at a table with our backs to a wall. “I’m burning up in this coat.” With that, she untied her coat belt, opened the coat, and flashed her perfect breasts and burning bush to Louis and retied the belt. Louis’ jaw literally hit the ground. I looked around, and apparently, nobody got a clear view of what she had done. I asked Misty if she would like to join us. She said, with pleasure. All through the meal, Louis couldn’t keep his eyes off Misty. To make sure he did, she would adjust her coat so that it would open up enough to expose her boobs.

I paid for dinner and invited Louis back to our condo. He was more than willing to come back with us. Misty drove him back in her Mercedes. We went immediately to our bedroom. Misty turned to Louis and asked if he would mind her taking off her coat. I really don’t remember him answering. As she dropped her coat and exposed her body, she walked over to him, had him sit on our bed, put her hands on the sides of her breasts, and shoved her breasts into his face. The way he almost attacked Misty’s boobs, he was definitely a breast man.

Earlier, I had told Misty not to rush our seduction for fear of overexciting Louis. I wanted to get at least one good fuck out of him tonight. “Andi, aren’t you going to get naked?” Louis asked.

“I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours.” That’s all the encouragement he needed. As he started undressing, I did too. When he took off a piece of clothing, so did I. I started with my skirt, then my underwear, and finally my blouse. I left my shelf bra on; it really lifted my boobs and made my large, rock-hard nipples stand out. He stopped kissing Misty’s breasts and dropped to his knees to suck on my nipples.

Louis used a line I had heard dozens of times: “I’ve never seen nipples this long.”

“Do you want me to leave on my bra?”

“Yes, please.”

“Then you'd better finish stripping.” Has to be one of the few times I used keeping my clothes on as an enticement. As Louis took off his underwear, I realized we would not be disappointed. His dick was huge, and it was only partially erect. His body was typical of a swimmer: broad chest, narrow hips, and well-defined muscles. Thank god he lacked body hair except for his pubic area. This was great because I’m not attracted to hairy men.

As a male in another life, I had seen uncircumcised males, but never with an erection. As Louis’s erection grew, the head of his cock started to poke out from his foreskin. Misty and I were kissing and rubbing on Louis’ muscular body. Misty pressed her body against his back, reached down, and started to jack off Louis. When his dick finally stopped growing, his cock had a huge curve. It was erect and long enough to touch his navel. His massive mushroom glans looked like a giant purple plum with a collar of foreskin. The thickness reminded me of a beer can. This might be our guy.

I’m not sure if Louis had noticed my huge, erect clit, but he never said a word. Louis lay down on the bed. Misty immediately went down on him. I had told her in private that until Louis had an STD test, this was not safe behavior. I grabbed her and said, “Let’s see what Louis wants.”

Louis was fine with Misty giving him head. I asked him if he would like to fuck me. This disengaged Misty from Louis’s cock. I had a collection of condoms for various-sized cocks. I got out a Durex Comfort XL large condom. The length and girth should be perfect for his cock. It was prelubed, but even with a dripping pussy it needed more lube with a dick the size of Louis. I thought the best way to handle a huge curved dick with a large mushroom head was to mount him.

I unrolled the condom on Louis. Even with the size of the condom, it was stretched. I lubed the condom even more and swung over Louis. I knew with all the foreplay, Louis was going to cum very quickly. I told Louis not to move and let me do all the work. I started to jack off my clit as I struggled to get that huge mushroom head through the well-stretched opening of my vagina. Once Louis was up, I came almost immediately. I started to move up and down on Louis with that huge cock head scraping against my G spot. Louis had one of those special-shaped dicks that hit all the spots. I had another couple of orgasms.

As I looked down at Louis, I realized he was about to cum, so I started to bounce up and down as fast as I could as we both orgasmed at the same time. I slowly moved on Louis’ cock to get the very last of my orgasms.

As I rolled off Louis, I asked him if he was up to fucking Misty. I knew the answer, but I had to ask. He said that was the best fuck he had ever had, but he was done.

I had no idea what Misty was doing while I was fucking Louis. As I was still lying on the bed, Misty said, “You need to get The Mushroom Man and pleasure me. The Mushroom Man was a 10” dildo with a huge head, the diameter of a Coke can. “I want to show Louis what he missed out by not getting it up again and fucking me.”

“Do you want me to flog you?”

“Yes, please.” I thought Louis needed to see what we were into. Misty assumed her normal position on the edge of the bed with her legs up in the air. I put on ‘The Mushroom Man’ and started to flog her pussy. I really didn’t want to hit her much for fear it might scare Louis off. I thought he might be a keeper. As I started to lube ‘The Mushroom Man’, I realized this huge dildo had a smaller diameter than Louis’s cock.

“Get over here and make yourself useful. Suck on my nipples.” Misty said. As I said before, Louis was a breast man. He positioned himself over Misty and started to suck her nipples, piercings and all. “I wish you weren’t so gentle”. There is something very few men have ever heard when playing with a woman’s nipples. From the wince on Misty’s face, she got her wish. “Watch what you missed out on not fucking me,” Misty whispered into Louis’s ear.

As I inserted ‘The Mushroom Man’ into Misty’s wet pussy, she set the speed of the Magic Wand on high. She thrust her hips to engulf the dildo. I almost immediately realized Misty was putting on a show for Louis. She started to buck her hips to match my stroke with the dildo. As I started increasing the speed of my thrusts, she sped up. She exploded into her first orgasm like a rocket going off. She started to yell ‘harder, deeper’ over and over again. I had trouble keeping up with the speed of her hips. She exploded again and again. She repeated this several more times. I wasn’t sure how many times she really came. I was sure some of this was for show.

“He’s a keeper,” I said to Misty.

“I wouldn’t know. We need to have another go with me being fucked first.”

I told Louis that if he wanted to fuck us again, he needed to get an STD test at the health clinic. Of course, he agreed. We set another fuck night for the following weekend. As Louis got dressed, Misty and I were on the bed naked. I called him over and rubbed my breasts on his face, shelf bra and all. As I pushed the sides of my breasts, damn if he didn’t motorboat me. As I said, I thought Louis was a breast man, but actually he was into all foreplay. Misty and I actually started to call him the “king of foreplay”.

I had given Louis a blue pill and told him to take it an hour before he was to show up at the condo. The next weekend, as predicted, he showed up early. As he entered the condo, it was obvious that he had a gigantic erection. “I said laughingly, “Is that a huge Polish sausage in your pocket, or are you just glad to see us?”

He laughed while handing me a lab report for an STD test and told me he had taken the pill and it’s the hardest and biggest his cock had ever been. Misty told me she had been thinking about Louis’s huge cock all week, and this made her smile. She had been horny all week, but wouldn’t let me pleasure her.

Mary Sue and Bill were on the couch, so I introduced them. I couldn’t help but notice that Mary Sue couldn’t take her eyes off the bulge in Louis’ pants. It was obvious she was intrigued by Louis.

Several things became obvious that night. Louis wasn’t kidding about the size of his cock. It was the thickest cock I had or have ever seen. It was so thick; Misty couldn’t get it in her mouth. She developed a technique to give Louis head. She would start with the very tip of the head and roll her tongue around it. She would then run her mouth down the underside of his dick while playing with his balls. Sometimes she would actually take one of his balls in her mouth and suck on it while stroking his cock. Misty would then put her mouth on the top of the cock's head, stroking the shaft as fast as she could and take the entire load of cum.

Misty told me she actually liked the taste of Louis’ cum. She gave Louis a blow job every time we were together until he started to live with us. But more about that later. I had feared that Louis would not be able to fuck both of us after getting a blow job. I was wrong.

Louis really knew how to get both of us to crave his beautiful mushroom head dick with extended foreplay.

Through trial and error, Misty and I found the position for our best orgasms. We had Louis always fuck Misty first. Misty would lie on her back, and Louis would fuck her while standing. We had gotten risers for the bed, so his dick was at the perfect height to penetrate Misty. Louis’ curved dick hit her G spot while she could hold the Magic Wand. She was usually so turned on that she would only use the low setting on the vibrator, if she used it at all.

I found that if Louis would lie on his back, I mounted facing him, I would slightly lean back so the curve in his dick caused his mushroom head cock to hit my G spot well. I would jack off my huge clit. If this was going to be Louis’s third orgasm, he could last for as long as I needed to satisfy me totally. We did this routine of blow job for Louis, fuck Misty, and fuck me over and over again. Misty and I both agreed that Louis was a great fuck, maybe better than Bill. We both decided that Louis should move in with us. I asked Mary Sue if it was OK for Louis to move in. She told me, “Sure, I really want to see this wonderdick in action.”

I asked what she meant by that.

“You guys owe me. How many times did Bill fuck you and Misty?” Seems like I should get one good fuck from him.”

This surprised me, but what surprised me more was when she said, “I am starting to understand why my mother is so kinky. I have some wants, and Bill doesn’t want to fulfill them.”

“You, Bill, and I need to sit down and work this out. You two are such a great couple; I hate to see this become a problem for you. It’s usually the guy that wants to do things that the gal doesn’t want to.”

Mary Sue smiled. “There is so much I want to do sexually, but Bill refuses.”

“Bill’s in your bedroom; let’s go in and talk this through.” As I entered the bedroom, Bill was working on his computer.

Mary Sue started, “Bill, we need to talk. Andi said she wants to help. There are a couple of things we need to change in our relationship.”

Bill quickly said, “I thought you loved me, and I sure love you.”

“I told you I have started to have some changes in our relationship. If we are going to move forward, we need to get this out.”

“I’ll do anything you want, Mary Sue.”

“OK, let’s start with the biggest ask. I want to fuck Louis, not all the time, but once in a while if Louis agrees.”

“I wish you wouldn’t.”

“Look, Bill, I allowed you to fuck Andi and Misty how many times? It seems I’ve earned the right to fuck somebody else once in a while.”

“Point taken. It’s really going to hurt me knowing you’re going to fuck somebody else.”

“How do you think I felt every time you fucked Andi and Misty, or just Misty?”

“What else do you want to change?”

I want at least one date night a week, but not just a date night. I want us to role-play. I’ll be at a bar, and I want you to pick me up. I want you to convince me to go back with you to fuck me. I want to flirt with other men and women. I want to show off my body. I really want to act like a slut, but only act. We are always going home together.”

“How far are you going to go with this slut thing?”

“I’m hoping I can get somebody enough interested to feel me at least up. Take me to an alley and hump me. I want to be felt desired by other people.”

Bill looked at Mary Sue and said, “What do I get out of it?”

“You get to bring me home Friday night, turned on more than usual. In fact, I’m turned on just thinking about it. What do you say?”

“OK, Mary Sue. We’ll try it this Friday.”

“What about Louis?”

Bill turned to me. “What do you think, Andi?”

“I believe in equality. I loved that Mary Sue was OK with you fucking Misty and me. Maybe you should treat her like she treated you. I do think you two are getting ahead of yourself. Louis may not be interested in fucking Mary Sue.”

Mary Sue laughed. “Oh, he’ll be interested. Just wait.”

This started a two-month project of Mary Sue getting Louis to fuck her. Louis was at our condo more and more. Anytime he was in the living room and not in the bedroom fucking Misty and my brains out, Mary Sue would engage with Louis. Her strategy was to make Louis comfortable with her. Sometimes the conversations were pure fluff, and sometimes it got very heavy, and once in a while it became sexual. At those times, Mary Sue would ask very personal questions. Louis’ likes and dislikes in the bedroom. Ironically, Mary Sue got to know Louis better than Misty did.

Louis told Mary Sue his favorite positions, what really turned him on, and how women struggle with his cock size. Louis was thrilled to have found Misty and me. We were able to both satisfy him while getting pleasure for ourselves. Mary Sue told him she would try to satisfy him. Louis was shocked, but Bill, sitting next to Mary Sue, actually told him that if that was what Mary Sue wanted, he was good with it.

Plans were made. Mary Sue decided to invite Louis into her bed. I was also asked to participate. Mary Sue looked over at Bill and Misty and told them they could surely find something to pass the time. Misty and Bill looked at each other and just smiled.

But more about that later.

Mary Sue and Bill went out almost every Friday night. On Saturday mornings at breakfast, she would tell me what they had done. It started innocent and accelerated from there. Mary Sue would be sitting at a local bar when Bill would act like he didn’t know her and try to pick her up. She would play hard to get, but not that hard. Mary Sue started to dress more provocatively, and with that, more guys tried to pick her up.

Mary Sue would wear low-cut tops and short skirts. Often, she would wear a short skirt with no underwear. She would allow a guy to pick her up, take her to a dark alley, and let the guy fondle her breasts and actually have the guy finger fuck her. I wasn’t sure how Bill would react. As it turned out, Bill loved being a cuckold in training. Mary Beth told me she had actually taken the dick out of the pants of more than one guy. She would beat off the guy while he finger fucked her. The entire time, Bill would be in the shadows watching.

Mary Sue and Bill sometimes didn’t even make it home before they started to fuck. They would go at it most of the night. Bill really started to enjoy the “new’ Mary Sue. Mary Sue privately told me she was becoming the slut her mother was, and now she really understood her. Bill was all in to have Mary Sue fuck Louis.

I told Mary Sue I was posting my life story on this site and asked her to write stories about her Friday night “date night.” She told me Bill and she were still doing it, and they were even more outrageous than in college. She said she might start keeping a diary, but much of what they did was a blur.

Mary Sue finally got her chance to fuck Louis. It was one Saturday morning, and all of us- and by all of us I meant Misty, Mary Sue, Louis, Bill, and me were eating breakfast when Mary Sue handed Louis and Bill a Viagra pill. Both of them acted dumb and asked what it was for. Mary Sue bluntly said Louis is going to need this to fuck both Andi and me. Bill may need it to satisfy Misty fully. I looked at Mary Sue and said, “What, none for me?”

Studies had found that Viagra helps with blood flow in the genitals, and I was interested in how it would affect my clit and vaginal area. We all slowly finished up breakfast when Mary Sue knelt in front of Louis, pulled his robe apart, and attempted to perform oral sex on him. I say attempted because Mary Sue had never been eye to eye with Louis’ dick. She is a small woman, and she couldn’t fit even a fraction of his huge cock head in her mouth.

I think it was at that moment Mary Sue realized she was really going to suffer if she attempted to fuck Louis. When we got to the bedroom, I mounted Louis’ face and turned my attention to his dick. Mary Sue faced me, sitting on Louis’s thighs. As we lubed up his mammoth cock, both of us had our hands on the erection and started to slide up and down while twisting our hands. I could tell the Viagra had started to work on me because my clit was more erect than usual and was throbbing. Louis had taken all of my clit in his mouth and was sucking it as hard as he could.

I got an orgasm just about when Louis did. Mary Sue put her mouth to the top of his glans, trying to catch all of it. Louis came so much that some of it squirted out of the corners of Mary Sue’s mouth. All the rest she swallowed. I didn’t have nearly the pleasure Louis did. If women can have “blue balls” without having balls, then I did. My clit had never been so big, but it was like it had something over it and had lost some of its sensitivity. That was the first and last time I ever took Viagra.

Mary Sue started to slide on the length of Louis’ cock. I knew Mary Sue well enough to tell that she was really turned on. I could also tell she really didn’t want Louis’ cock up her. On one of her trips up and down on Louis’ dick, Louis stopped her, pulled her forward, and bent her down. By now, I was off of Louis’ mouth so I could see the entire action. Louis had grabbed his dick and was positioning it on Mary Sue’s vagina. I grabbed the lube and started to drip it on Louis’ erection.

Louis slowly pushed his cock into Mary Sue as she let out a yelp. I knew this was headed for disaster unless I did something bold. Mary Sue’s mother liked pain with her pleasure; I was hoping this was true for Mary Sue also. I quickly leaned over and started to kiss Mary Sue while grabbing one of her nipples and really squeezing it. That distracted her enough for Louis to pierce the tight outer muscles of her vagina. Once Louis had his plum-shaped glans inside Mary Sue, she started to relax and actually didn’t look so much in distress.

Louis let Mary Sue control the pace. It was obvious Mary Sue wasn’t going to cum without help. Because Mary Sue couldn’t take nearly Louis’ full length, there was a lot of space between Louis’ body and Mary Sue’s cunt. I slipped my hand in that space and started to rub her clit. I was sure this would help, but I really didn’t expect her to cum, and cum she did. Over and over she came as Louis slowly moved his cock inside her.

At some point, she told me not to stop squeezing her nipples. I was right about Mary Sue needing pain to orgasm. The body is sometimes hard to explain. I am sure anybody not in that room thought somebody was being murdered. That was the loudest and the most orgasms I had ever seen Mary Sue get.

Here is where it got strange; after I was sure Mary Sue had gotten all she could from Louis, she lay down on Louis' chest with his dick still up her. She kept saying, “Don’t pull out, don’t pull out.”

Louis responded, “You ready for another round?”

“No, you idiot. If you pull out now with that mushroom cock of yours, you’re going to tear my pussy. Just wait till you lose some of your hard-on.”

“You’re going to wait a long time. You’re the one who gave me the Viagra.”

This would have been comical if it hadn’t been for the panic in Mary Sue’s voice. It reminded me of the time my female Golden Retriever was in heat and a neighbor’s dog caught her in the backyard. The poor dogs were stuck together. I threw water on them to “unstuck” them. I told Mary Sue and Louis to lie there and relax. Unbeknownst to them, I got a glass of water from the bathroom and threw it on their genitals. The reaction was such that Louis was able to extricate his dick from Mary Sue’s pussy.

Mary Sue turned to me. “I don’t know if I should thank you or be really angry at you.”

“Mary Sue, there is no way you could remain in that position and wait for Louis to lose his erection.” I looked at Louis, and his cock was starting to deflate. I knew I wasn’t going to fuck Louis now, and with my clit not working up to its potential, I really didn’t care.

As we exited Mary Sue’s bedroom into the living room, there was Misty draped over the couch, her shoulders on the back, with Bill pumping her for all he was worth. Misty’s breasts hung down like giant teardrops swinging to the movement of her body. Misty looked over and smiled as we entered the room. She had put on nipple clamps and was gently tugging at the chain connecting the two. I knew Misty so well; I could tell when she was loading up for an orgasm, but today she did something I had never seen before.

Right before I thought she was going to cum, she yelled, " Stop.” Misty was tugging on her nipple chain, and Bill wasn’t moving. After about a minute, Misty said, OK.” Bill started to pump Misty very slowly and deeply. Slowly, Bill started to speed up; Misty tugged on her nipple chain, and again, right before I thought she was going to cum she yelled stop. Misty was edging. When she finally decided to finish herself off after several cycles, she stopped pulling on the nipple chain and started to furiously rub her clit.

In my life, I have seen Misty cum hundreds of times, but this was without a doubt the most intense. At one point, I was afraid she was going to hyperventilate. I was amazed by both Misty and Bill’s sexual athleticism. If the average length of a female orgasm is between 15 and 50 seconds, Misty had tripled that. Lucky for Bill, he also came. Misty collapsed on the couch, and if Bill hadn’t been done, he would have been out of luck.

Later, Misty talked to me in private. She told me how much she loved Bill’s dick. Louis was great, but there were spots Bill hit that gave her maximum pleasure.

I laughed, “Wow, you sound like a real connoisseur of dick. Welcome to the club.”

“What club is that, Andi?”

“The bisexual club, because you can’t love cock that much and be a lesbian.” We both laughed.

“One other thing, Andi, I got so turned on being watched while Bill and I were screwing. I think I would like to have a stranger watch me having sex.”

“If you are interested, I think I can arrange that. I would be concerned with Louis. You two seem to have a bond.” Misty didn’t even respond to this, so I figured it was true.

It didn’t take long before Louis moved in with us. We would make a Louis sandwich. Louis was the meat (And I mean meat), and Misty and I were the bread. Two things about Louis that I had to overcome. Louis stopped competitive swimming but continued swimming. He had a slight smell of chlorine on his skin, and his body was always warm. Great in winter, but not so great on hot summer nights.

I was trying to wind down my business. I became very selective about who my clients were. I would only deal with women, no husbands or boyfriends. Women over 60 years old or under 30 who had never had orgasms. I actually had a former client who called for her 18-year-old daughter. The daughter was a virgin, and the mother thought the daughter’s first sexual experience should be a good one. I refused the job.

Misty’s mother had started to call me regularly without Misty’s knowledge. At first, she wanted to know how Misty was doing. She didn’t get much information from Misty, so I was a great source for her mother (I’m going to call her Mrs. P). Mrs. P started to ask more and more intimate questions. I told her some of her questions were off-limits. As time went on, she confessed she would really like to get together with me. She said she thought about me all the time and just had to have one more “session” with me. Of course, I refused until she cried. I’m a sucker for a crying woman. We set up a time when her husband was out of town, or at least that’s what I thought.

March 29, 2003

March 29th fell on a Saturday in 2003. I rarely had sex dreams during this time in my life. I was fucking almost every day. I don’t think any dream could top my real life. As I was dreaming of my nipples being played with, I woke up to Louis gently sucking one. “Louis, this is a nice way to wake up, but I would have liked to sleep a little longer."

He mounted me and started to slowly hump me with his massive cock head. I realized my pussy was still wet from the night before.

“I’m not fucking you right now. I have to go out this morning, and I don’t want cum leaking out of my pussy. See if Misty will.”

Without missing a beat, Louis rolled off me and started to suck on Misty’s bedazzled nipples. Without opening her eyes, Misty spread her legs with her knees bent. She was offering her pussy to Louis. Louis obliged Misty, and as he started to mount Misty, she brought her legs onto Louis’ shoulders. I kept watching Misty’s face. She winced when Louis penetrated her with his huge cock head. Louis wasted no time sliding his entire dick up Misty. Her face began to tell a different story. It was obvious that Misty was really enjoying this. They both kept a very slow pace. This went on for at least 10 minutes. It was becoming obvious that Misty and Louis were developing chemistry.

As the pace finally picked up, I positioned myself behind the couple. I could see Louis’ dick sliding very deep into Misty’s pussy. Her juices were flowing out of her, down her ass, and making a huge wet spot on the bed. Misty and Louis were passionately kissing. She broke from kissing to tell Louis to start pumping faster and deeper. I was able to look at Misty’s face, and it was the same face she had made right before she came. Misty had never cum from penetration alone before, but today was the day. To announce this to the whole world, she started to yell, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”

As Misty lay there, she looked over at me, blushing, and asked, “Shit, how did that happen?”

“I thought I was watching a really good porn film”, I said.

With that, she got up and kissed me very passionately, whispering in my ear, “Maybe we can get Louis to fuck you like that tonight.”

I showered, with Misty joining me. She really enjoyed playing with my body when it was soapy. She got me very sexually excited, but I didn’t want to cum. I was saving that for her mother, Mrs. P. Misty would have been so angry if she had known I was going to see her mother to please her. I had a mix of excitement and dread when I saw Mrs. P. On the one hand, she was without a doubt the most beautiful woman I had ever been with.

On the other hand, I felt I was almost cheating on Misty with her own mother. In the back of my mind, I told myself this had to be it. No more, but I was like a moth attracted to a flame. I couldn’t help myself.

When I arrived at Mrs. P’s house, she was at the door before I could ring the doorbell. I was taken aback by the very thin robe she was wearing. The last time I showed up to pleasure her, she wore a very heavy robe, which she only opened and didn’t take off. This time, the robe hid none of her spectacular body. I could tell her nipples were rock hard, and I couldn’t see her pubic hair through the robe. I could hear Mr. P’s loud, booming voice in the bedroom. “Is that your husband in the bedroom?”

“Yes and no," she laughed.

Reluctantly, I went up with her to the bedroom. There was a TV with her husband as the host of a morning show. Without asking, she said, “He likes me to watch his show and critique his performance.”

Mrs. P dropped her robe. “Do you like the new look?” she asked me while doing a pirouette. I was correct; Mrs. P had shaved her pubic area. As I looked at Mrs. P’s body, I was amazed at how she had kept her spectacular figure. She almost had Amazonian proportions.

“I love a clean-shaven pubic area. It’s so much nicer to go down on.”

“That’s why I did it. I really want you to perform oral sex on me. I’ve been thinking about it all week.” Mrs. P had trouble using common sex terms. I know if I used them, it could turn her off. That was the last thing I wanted to do. I was sitting on her bed as she came up and stuck her perfect breasts in my face.

“Suck my nipples.” This took me by surprise. The last time I asked her if she wanted me to touch her breasts, she gave me an emphatic no. “Suck them harder.” I wondered if it was the heat of the moment or if she wanted to try something new.

I took my time licking, sucking, and nibbling her areolas and nipples. I reached around and cupped her ass. I could feel her hips start moving. I could hear a very light groan. Mrs. P was really turned on. “What do you want?”

“I want you to give me as many orgasms as possible.”

“Lay down, I want to go down on you.” I started with her labia and worked my way to her clit. She began to gyrate her hips immediately. Her pussy was very wet. She was ready. I slowly inserted three well-lubed fingers up her. I reached as far up as I could to try to find her G-spot. I knew I had hit it by her groaning. I slowly sped up my licking of her clit and noticed she started to breathe faster. I increased both my tongue and finger strokes, causing her hips to increase both the speed and movement.

I remembered the other time I brought Mrs. P to orgasm; she really struggled. This time was different; she came quickly. As she lay there panting, I slowly stroked her G-spot with my fingers. Again, her hip started to gyrate to my stroke. “Are you ready for another round?” I asked. She shook her head, yes. I slowly removed my fingers, making a point with all my fingers; I very slowly pushed them up her pussy as I started to lick her clit. I struggled getting my entire hand up her. She let out a yelp as they finally made it past the tight muscles of her outer pussy.

Everything got easier once my entire hand was inside her. She began to roll her hips, matching the stroke of my fist. I could see her face while I was working on her clit. Mrs. P’s daughter loved to have her cervix hit during sex. I wondered if mother was like daughter.

I slowly pushed my fist so that it rubbed against her G-spot and bumped her cervix. She let out a little gasp, but kept moving on my fist. As I continued with this deep stroke, Mrs. P’s moans became louder and louder until they switched over to “Oh my god” over and over again.

When she finished, I stopped licking her clit, but continued to stroke my fist in her pussy. From her moans and face, I could see she was still enjoying the moment. When I felt she had gotten all the pleasure possible, I slowly took my fist out of her very wet pussy. I slowly climbed onto Mrs. P and started nuzzling her. I thought she might not want to kiss me after spending so much time on her pussy. She turned toward me and gave me a big, wet kiss.

“I really needed this,” she whispered in my ear. “Can we make this a weekly thing?”

“I can think of two reasons why I should say no. First of all, there is the problem of your daughter, and second of all, what do I get out of it?”

“Oh, Andi, I’ll pay you.”

“That’s an insult. I did this because I’m very attracted to you. Money had nothing to do with it.”

“Then, what do you want from me?”

“Reciprocity.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I just pleasured you to the point of having my tongue go numb. If you want to have any relationship, you have to pleasure me.”

“You want me to perform oral sex on you?”

“Only if you want to see me again. Have you ever performed oral sex on anybody?”

“My husband, once in a great while.”

“Do you want to go down on me?”

“I’ll try. Your clit is so huge.”

“I’m very excited. I have a huge erection. Lube up your hand. Put my clit in your mouth and slowly suck on it. Now rub the tip with your tongue. That’s it. Now slowly insert your entire hand up my pussy just like I did to you.” Mrs. P did just as I instructed. She had a large hand for a woman and really hurt entering my pussy, but once inside me, it felt great. I was so turned on. I came almost immediately. I had to tell her not to stop.

“Slowly rub your fist on the front of my pussy. Slowly stroke it as far up as it will go.” She hit my G spot and bounced her fist against my cervix. Right before I came, I told Mrs. P not to stop till I told her to. I lost count, but I must have had at least four earth-shattering orgasms. When she removed her hand from my pussy, I realized I was really sore. Her hand was just too big for my pussy.

As I lay there, she snuggled up to me and started to kiss me. “You’re unbelievable. I had no idea that was possible. Next time, I hope I can get that many orgasms.”

“Next time?”

“I think I’m becoming addicted to you.” This was one of the true “pinch me” moments in my entire life. I’m lying naked next to truly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, let alone lying naked next to me. I had to decide what to do next. Do I start a relationship with a woman who is going nowhere and risk losing Misty, or do I continue and really enjoy this crazy situation?

“How do you suggest we keep this going?”

“My husband has a show on TV every Saturday morning from 10 to 12. He leaves the house before 8 and doesn’t get home till around 2 in the afternoon. !0 in the morning is a safe time. He’ll be gone, and we will have plenty of time to enjoy each other.” We started once a month, but that quickly became every week as she wanted. It seemed the more sex Mrs. P had, the more she wanted. She even admitted to me that she was masturbating several times during the week between the times we met. It’s only anecdotal evidence, but I’ve found that women who masturbate regularly are much more sexual than women who don’t masturbate. Mrs. P had crossed over from sexually repressed to sexually liberated.

The internet became a great resource for sexual devices and objects. Mrs. P enjoyed most of what I purchased. She was like her daughter, Misty, in that she enjoyed some pain with her pleasure. Light whipping and huge objects in her pussy were her favorite things, but more about that later.

As I was driving back to the condo, I reflected on how my new life was going. Almost four years ago, I was a middle-aged man who was fairly content with his life. I died and was reincarnated as a beautiful 18-year-old woman. I was able to navigate this situation without anybody being the wiser. I was about to graduate from a really good university with a straight “A” average.

I was able to make good friends with several people and fuck lots of men and women. I had a girlfriend who was the second-most beautiful woman I had ever seen, surpassed only by her mother, with whom I was having a fling. Mark Twain once wrote, “The only difference between reality and fiction is that fiction needs to be credible.” This is why my story is so incredible.

When I got back to the condo, it was obvious Misty and Louis had been fucking again. Misty had become almost a nympho as soon as she found out how to orgasm by penetration alone, and edging was a bonus. It was like a kid with a new plaything, and her plaything was her pussy. Misty finally started to slow down after several months of intense fucking. At the time, I wasn’t sure if it was the shape and size of Louis’ dick or that Misty figured out how to fuck to get maximum pleasure. Eventually, Louis was going back to France, and I was lost because of everything that happened when he left.

We all took turns in the shower, with Misty following Louis. From the sounds, I could tell she orgasmed again. I was actually starting to get jealous of them. What I couldn’t understand was how Louis was able to fuck so much. It turned out he was starting to take the blue pill every couple of hours if he was going to be around Misty. I hate to guess how many pills he went through. I was buying large quantities of the pills from an overseas supplier. I warned Louis of some of the dangers of using too much Viagra. Misty thought it would be great to have an erection that lasts for hours, until I told them it could permanently damage Louis’ wonder dick.

We all went out for a really great dinner, as was our Saturday night habit. Louis really sat close to Misty. I was feeling like the proverbial third wheel. I realized later that Louis wanted a couple’s relationship with Misty. In fact, much later, I found out he had asked Misty to marry him and move back to France with him. This became a big problem for me. But more about that later.

When we got back to the condo, Misty was so revved up from the sex banter and Louis touching her under the table at dinner, she actually started to undress before we opened the door. Misty had started to wear a loose skirt and no panties when we went out. Needless to say, she and Louis assumed her favorite position. Louis mounted Misty, and she brought her legs onto Louis’ shoulders. He slowly penetrated her, and very slowly they moved as one. She was deep into pleasure before I joined them.

Most men don’t realize that orgasm by penetration takes longer and more concentration than orgasm with a vibrator, but the journey is worth it. I didn’t want to disturb her journey, so I just snuggled up to her. Much to my surprise, Misty wasn’t done. She kept going and going. She had two very strong and long orgasms, yelling “I’m cumming, I’m cumming” from penetration alone, and Louis could have gone longer with his hepped-up Viagra dick, but Misty was done for the moment.

Louis rolled onto his back with his huge, erect cock pointing upward. He looked at me and said, “You’re up.”

I really didn’t want to fuck. I was sure I was still sore from the fisting Mrs. P had given me. I literally poured lubrication on Louis’ dick. As I mounted his dick, I held it by the base, directing this monster up my sore pussy. It hurt more than I expected. I slowly moved up and down on Louis. I was beating off my limp clit. I did something that I had never done before; I faked an orgasm. I immediately rolled off and tried not to make a painful face.

“Come on, Andi, you can do better than that.”

“I’m done. See if Misty can finish you off.”

On cue, Misty mounted Louis and began moving very slowly. It was obvious that Misty was trying for another orgasm, but this time in a position she usually never fucked in. I stared at her face to see if she could pull this off. 10 minutes later, she was right on the brink when she really started to bounce on Louis’ dick. It was obvious Misty was having Louis’ cock bounce off of her cervix as she started to scream, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” I guess she was finally fucked out because she rolled off of Louis’ huge erection when she stopped screaming.

For the next week, I avoided fucking. My pussy was absolutely wrecked from Mrs. P’s fisting. I never let her put her fist up me again. Every time Louis wanted to fuck, I found some excuse why I couldn’t. I think both Louis and Misty thought I was avoiding our threesome. They were right. A week later, I was ready to return to our routine. I was shocked to see how more orgasmic Misty was. She had no trouble getting three to four very strong orgasms by penetration alone. I actually felt envious of her. I could get an orgasm by penetration, but it took work. Not Misty, stick Louis’ dick up her, and she could cum on cue.

The more I watched Misty and Louis fuck, the more I thought about Mrs. P. I was going to figure out how to get Louis to fuck Mrs. P without Misty finding out. But more about that later.

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