The culture of sex has changed a lot in my lifetime. Twenty years ago Lush would not have worked. Even if the Web had existed, we wouldn't have had the same degree of openness. Photos and clips that are fun today would have been judged as gross, filthy, immoral, and in some cases illegal.
My "Top 5" collection of Elaine experiences is about the transition period from then to now. This collection of anecdotes is based on real occurences, with a liberty taken here and there.
My intro to culturally open sexuality was through Playboy. God forbid what might have happened if my mother had known what I was thinking and doing with my right hand. My thanks go out to Hugh Hefner and the other sexual revolution pioneers. Then came XXX movies. My wife and I saw our first porn at a theater. We enjoyed it enormously and it led to some wonderful sex. I got a great blow job after we saw Linda Lovelace in Deep Throat at a theater in San Francisco. These historical comments are inserted to help you put my second wife's erotic adventures in context.
I was a high roller when Elaine came into my life. A a friend encouraged me to call her with this description: "She looks like Bo Derek from the movie '10' (1979)," but her face is prettier and she has great tits." My life was about to enter a new chapter.
Story #5 - first date
Somewhere in Orange County I leaned over at a red light and kissed Elaine for the first time. The electricity we felt foretold of great things to come. She had to work the next day so we ended our date at her home and did a little making out on her parents' sofa. I pulled John Thomas out of my pants, but Elaine insisted that nothing would be possible here in her parents' home.
As I was leaving, I slipped out my cock once again and pulled Elaine through the front door. "You're not in your parents' home anymore," I said. "How about showing me how much you like me?"
Elaine appreciated my logic. She dropped to her knees and milked me to a quick orgasm...and I want to remind you that she was a couple of decades in the vanguard of sexual openness.
Up she came with a sweet grin on her beautiful face. "I enjoyed the whole evening," she said. "Every drop."
Story #4 - Elaine's special chemistry
About 25 days per cycle, Elaine is somewhat shy about things sexual. But there is a certain period--72 hours--near the middle of each menstrual cycle when she becomes overtaken with lust. Those were the days when exotic things happened and it was on one of these nights that I asked, "How did you learn to be such a good cocksucker?"
She started to glow and boldly offered the first story she ever told me. "Would you like to hear how I lost my virginity?"
I gave her an enthusiastic yes.
There was a guy in his twenties, she began, who showed up one summer and lived next door. I had noticed from my bedroom window that he went to the family hot tub each evening. One day I saw him jacking off and it made me crazy. I masturbated all night long...probably came twenty times.
The next night I saw him going out to the tub. My lust time was at its peak. I put on my swim suit and raced onto the deck behind my parent's bedroom. I wanted to catch him before he wasted his sperm.
"Hi, neighbor!" I said, surprising the shit out of him. I asked if I could come over and talk.
Roger was on a vacation from college. Nice guy, a little shy. He tried to hide his hard-on, which was cute. I told him I was 16 and said I'd seen his excitement in the hot tub yesterday.
"That's my room," I said as I pointed. "Do you know I'm a virgin?"
He looked nervous. "I'm sorry about yesterday."
"You don't have to be sorry," I said. "But if you're going to do it again, I want to watch. My parents aren't home and I won't tell anyone."
If it hadn't been my special time, I never would have said that.
"You mean now?" he asked.
I said yes, and that's how I came to see my first penis.
Roger began by letting the head stick out a couple of inches above his swim suit. He asked if I wanted to make love and I told him I wasn't ready for that, but I'd heard about blow jobs from other girls and that's what I really wanted to do.
I moved next to him and squeezed the top of his cock with my thumb and forefinger. It was thick and it felt good. He pulled his suit down and let the whole thing come out. It was kind of purple, with a bulbous head, and it stood out at 45 degrees. I told him I'd never really seen a cock before. "Can I put it in my mouth?"
Looking toward my house, he asked if I was sure no one was home. He hadn't worried about that last night, I thought.
He told me he really had. "There were no lights in your house last night. How much did you see?"
"You started slowly and then went really fast, and it looked to me like you shot your sperm into your towel. I really wished you had done it in my mouth."
He asked how I could have thoughts like that if I'd never touched a cock before.
"I have a friend," I told him, "who has sucked off a lot of guys. She loves it, and I like hearing her stories. I've been waiting for the right chance and I like you because you won't tell people about me at my school."
Elaine got her first mouthful of sperm that night and Roger kept indoctrinating her all through that summer. He fingered her and made her cum with his tongue, but for Elaine the main event was making him cum and eating the sperm. "I loved it then and still do," she said.
Story #3 - what do Elaine's stories do to me?
I loved my wife's stories. Within six months of meeting her I'd heard the blow by blow details of every sexual experience she ever had. We were married in that time, too. We did stories throughout our marriage and she kept me in the loop for ten years after we got divorced.
I came back from an overseas trip one night--about two years after our divorce--and she met me at LAX. I could see that she had something on her mind. She kept glancing at me as she drove. I thought she was going to say we couldn't have sex anymore.
Finally she blurted it out, "I sucked a new cock."
I was already turned on from seeing her, but her statement aroused me to a world class high. I wanted to hear the details instantly but I also wanted to wait until we were naked and ready for love making. My favorite way to hear stories was to start with kissing and touching and body foreplay. They I would lick and finger her pussy until she came. Sometimes that happened quickly. On other days it took a long time. Both ways were fine.
Then I'd put my cock in her and ask her for a story. Sometimes we were face to face; sometimes I would put my face over her shoulder and move gently in and out as she built up the story. I'd get so aroused that the climaxes would be massive...and to this day I really love things like Penthouse Letters and now Lush. Sometimes I hardly had to do any fucking; her stories all but got me off.
In this case I wanted to hurry home to her bed, but that was an hour from LAX. My inquiring mind wanted to know NOW. Who was he?
"He was installing new blinds in my apartment. He was young, good looking and in good shape. It was my passionate time of the month and I couldn't stop myself."
I was opening my pants. I didn't want to cum this way but those first few words had me on high alert. She stopped at a red light and plunged her mouth to the hilt over my cock. She offered to stop and take my cum. "I'll know you like new stories," she said.
She pulled into a side street near one of the car rental depots and shut down the engine. We moved the passenger seat all the way back and I put her in the seat so I could get between her knees and taste her pussy. Any number of eyes could have been watching us from their apartment windows.
Her honey pot was juicy and a little smelly that night, but the smell was erotic. "Did you fuck him?" I asked, as I licked and fingered her pussy.
"No, he was married and didn't have much time." I sat him on the couch and pulled down his jeans.