10. Linda’s Family Evolves Pt. 07

Literotic asexstories – 10. Linda’s Family Evolves Pt. 07 by tripleletter,tripleletter
But I must backtrack my story a bit. I am only writing about my sexual encounters in this diary but obviously there was a lot of other stuff going on. School for one thing. We were all good students and did well in our classes and that takes time. But also obviously I have not written down all the sex I had those years. I was having sex with one man or another most days. So much sex that I can’t go into details about every time. But there are a few moments that stand out and one of them is welcoming Matt back home. I owed him a blow job.

I made a great dinner. Lasagne, poppy seed cake, Caesar salad, focaccia bread — it was a feast for all three. Besides getting to feast (literally sometimes) on them and they on me, I wanted a feast fit for all four of us. We were recollecting and remembering and planning for the next phase — possibly our final year together.

Derek and Nick knew I was going to give Matt the works, so they took over all the clean up from dinner so Matt and I could go up. I love it that the guys respect my time fucking (or sucking) each one of them. I could not live if there was jealousy. Whether or not I would be jealous if another woman moved in, I didn’t know. Vi was about to move in and it might be that one of the guys would visit her and pay her for sex. I don’t know. Why would they, since I was eager to give them as much sex as they wanted. But … maybe they will. All of them have had sex outside the household with other women and I know about it and I feel no jealousy at all. I really think I would be OK with it.

Anyway, I gave Matt a long slow blow job. I wanted it to last until he felt like he would go crazy if I didn’t take him right away. I got him close a couple of time and slowed down so that he was right on the edge. I didn’t want to slow down either. I like them to cum as much as they want to. Giving blow jobs is just one of the millions of things I like about having sex. I like holding their cum in my mouth for a while. I like the way it tastes. I like how it feels hot and sticky when it erupts in my mouth, and knowing it was me that made them cum. And I like swallowing it and seeing how completely happy they are afterward. I also like giving them a hand job and playing with the semen afterwards. There is just nothing I dislike about it.

But I can’t describe every time I have sex with the guys. Too many times and really, different sexual encounters are very much alike. I am only writing down the really memorable times. I was even hornier after Vi moved in. Some of her clients were pretty noisy and listening to people fucking makes me want to do it myself. Fortunately there is almost always a guy available for me.

I decided that I needed to get to know Vi so after she had been living with us a month when we had an opportunity to go out for a late lunch, I asked her out. It was still warm and early autumn and we went to my favorite sandwich shop. I didn’t have any particular conversational agenda, just chit chat and getting to know each other. I was wearing a tight button down shirt with no bra, my favorite way to dress when I feel lively. I like the way my breast feel without a bra, and feeling them move against my shirt. She was wearing a low cut dress, shoulder straps and she was beautiful. Her breasts are larger than mine by a size or three and she was showing them off to advantage.

We were sitting at an outside table with one of those big umbrellas. The place was nearly, but not quite full. A lot of students came by that place. Cafeteria food is OK and our college was better than most, but it is nice to get out of course.

After a few minutes there was a pause in the conversation. Vi had been scanning the crowd (looking for possible customers?) After a short time she said quietly so no other table could hear, “There is a guy two tables over who has been looking at you.”

I didn’t look around immediately, but when I got a chance to look without being too obvious about it I saw who she meant. He was a fellow art student, Ronnie I think was his name.

“How do you know he is not looking at you?”

“I can follow eyes. And I like to be looked at. If he were looking at me my tits would be tingling.”

“Well, I do know him from class. Not know him personally but he is an art student and I have seen him around. One year behind me, I think.”

“He seems quite taken with your tits. I think he is undressing you in his mind. A little lust is going on over there. Maybe a lot of lust.”

I gave a little laugh. “Well it won’t take much imagination on his part to undress me. He has seen my titties a lot. I was a nude model for one of his classes.”

“Ah. Well, he isn’t bored with looking at you. I think he would like to hook up.”

“Maybe. I don’t really know him very well. Never spoken.”

“What do you mean maybe? Most guys want to fuck any woman who will let them. Sometimes even if the woman won’t let them.” She paused. “I bet he has an erection starting.” She paused. “Wouldn’t you like to go over there and check to see?”

I snorted at that one. “Unlike a man, I don’t want to fuck any man who would let me. I have enough erections to handle in my life already.”

She was quiet for a while just thinking. “I suppose you do. I suppose I do too. But even being a whore and making good money from it doesn’t mean I don’t want more. So far my job has not ruined my interest in sex for fun.” Another pause. “Actually, most of my customers are fun, also. They are all needy, for one reason or another, and I like to be needed.”

“You have any married customers?”

“I never ask. Probably. Some women who get married grow to hate sex, for one reason or another. Maybe they never did like sex, and then their husbands are just stuck. Or … I don’t know. There are a lot of very unhappy marriages. A lot of my customers are middle aged men, as you might have noticed.”

“Well, I never kept track, but a fair number, yes.”

“Middle aged men are some of the neediest. Some of the most appreciative. Some of the most generous.”

“Do you ever think that you would want to marry and settle down and give up your wicked ways?”

“Maybe. I will be careful, though. Very careful. A marriage that isn’t a happy one is a miserable one and I am content the way I am.”

“Yes. Me too. Maybe someday.”

“You want to marry any of your guys?”

“No. I don’t think so. They all proposed to me, you know?”

Her eyebrows went up. “And you said no, obviously.”

“That’s the way it started. I said no to each one individually. But I said yes to all of them collectively. Everyone or no one. And they agreed. There were six of them at that time, all of us earth science majors, all of us friends. Two could not handle sharing me with other men. One got a good job in San Diego but is still connected to us. Married, actually. And now there are the three guys and we are happy with it.”

Another longer pause. “So you don’t sleep around? You are faithful to the guys?”

“Pretty much. There was one guy, an art student, whom I fucked once. But now he is engaged to a woman who is not very liberal minded. The guys all have women outside the house. There’s no rule about it.”

The conversation drifted after that and we went back to the house. Vi had three customers lined up for that night so she was going to be busy. But I could not quit thinking about Ronnie, or whatever his name was, how he was staring at me, how much I liked it. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do something about it. Ronnie seemed like a very pleasant guy, serious about his art, polite to the other students, polite to women. That last is a deal breaker. I do not like men who are rude or arrogant. But Ronnie seemed pleasant.

I watched him over the next few weeks. We encountered each other frequently on campus, and I was a model for another of his classes. I watched him closely. In class I could not detect any crudity in his painting of me. He had to stare at my body, of course, but in class he was intent on his art, not on sex. Or so it seemed.

So I decided to speak to him, to try to get to know him. It wasn’t too hard. Once the ice was broken and we had spoken briefly, it was easier the next time and the next. Within a month we were on good terms. The whore’s life is great for Vi, but not for me. I am not interested in sleeping with lots and lots of men, no matter how cute they are. But Ronnie was becoming different.

He lived on campus, in a dorm room, and eventually he asked me up to visit. It was a coed dorm but it was obvious he did not have girls over all the time. His roommate was an idiot, as far as I was concerned and was around all the time. But during one of his roommate’s brief absences we got a chance to talk a bit. Ronnie was not a blab. He didn’t talk about himself all the time as if a girl was just an ornament to revolve around him. He seemed to be thinking about things more ofter than not.

So I asked him, “What are you thinking about?”

I have never seen anyone blush so red. It was cute and I guessed I had caught him thinking something naughty. “Uh, well, uh, maybe you don’t want to know. It is embarrassing.”

“I see. Well, if you were thinking about me, you can tell me. I won’t be offended.”

It still took him a long time but when he did finally say it I admired the courage it took. “I was thinking … that I would like to have sex with you.”

I was silent for a while. That is what I thought he would say. Now I am not like a super-model sexy. Most men are mesmerized by breasts that are larger than mine. My tits are noteworthy, but not like Marilyn Monroe sexy. He took my silence the wrong way.

“I am sorry if I offended you. I like you a lot and I don’t want to do anything that would ruin our friendship. Try to forget I said it.”

“No, no, no. I am not upset. I like you too. It is not a problem.” I had to think about this. “Look, I would like to have you back to my house. But I would have to explain something about where I live that you might not like.”

“Yes.”

“I live with three guys in a big house. It is a polyamorous relationship. You know what polyamory is?”

His eyes were wide. “Uh, yes.”

“So I would like to take you back to my house for dinner. Derek is cooking tonight and that is always good. But you would be having dinner with me and my three … uh, husbands, boyfriends, whatever they are. If you wouldn’t be uncomfortable with that.”

He thought about it for a while. “Wouldn’t they be upset with you bringing another man home with you?”

“No. It is not like that. We are all of us free to live our own lives outside of the house. They all have girlfriends outside — well, actually Nick just broke up with his girlfriend. No, they would be surprised since I haven’t mentioned you, but they would not be upset at all. I have had one other affair with another student a year or so ago. It is not unheard of.”

“Uh, I guess I don’t know what I would feel like. This is outside my … experience.”

“OK. Come by tonight and see. If you feel uncomfortable you can leave after dinner. If you are comfortable with it then…”

And so he did. I went back to the house first to warn Derek there would be another mouth for dinner. And I mentioned Ronnie to Matt and Nick just so there wouldn’t be surprises. Vi would be eating with us as usual. Her customers didn’t start coming until seven this night.

The dinner was great. And I was proud of the guys. None of them knew anything about art but they treated Ronnie like an honored guest. Derek is always graceful. He just has a way about him. On our rotation, I was scheduled (that sounds formal, but you have to keep track of things in this kind of household) to have sex with Derek that night but he knew I would make it up to him. As Ronnie grew more comfortable, Derek could tell he might be staying a while. Derek is so cool. I love him.

Vi was watching us all closely. At one point Ronnie tried talking with her but she didn’t say much.

She was surprised I had invited Ronnie to the house and was watching everyone’s reactions closely. She still found us a bit unbelievable. “I remember seeing you at the Sandwich Club a few weeks ago. Nice to meet you.”

After the dinner, I asked Ronnie if he wanted to go upstairs for awhile. Derek said, “There will be pie and coffee or tea in an hour or two if you are interested.” We nearly always had desert later in the evening when Derek was cooking. None of the guys snickered or anything, I am glad to say. That would have scared Ronnie off.

My room was on the first floor since Vi had moved in. So Ronnie followed me in and I closed the door. He was really nervous. So I just asked him, “Are you a virgin?”

“No!” but then he shrugged and said in a small voice, “yes.”

“That is nothing to be ashamed of. It is just rare in these days. I used to be a virgin too but those days are gone.”

“I guess so.” He was still uncomfortable.

“Look, in the course of things I figure I have had sex perhaps a thousand times, Let’s see, and five of those times have been with virgins. And the man who first had me was not a virgin. Just relax and I will teach you all you need to know.”

He swallowed hard. “OK. I don’t want you to be disappointed.” I just smiled at that.

“First, I am going to take off my clothes.” He started breathing heavily. “Don’t be nervous. You have already seen me many times. There are no surprises.”

So I made him sit on the bed and I slowly stripped in front of him. When I removed my shirt, and had no bra, I took both his hands in mine and put them on my breasts. “I bet you have been wanting to do that for a long time.” He just nodded. I pulled off my pants. This time I had on green panties. Some men like some colors better than others. I hoped green was a sexy color for him. I pulled them off slowly and just stood in front of him for a while. “You have painted me naked before, so you have seen my pussy. And you looked hard at my pussy to get it just right on the canvas. Not look hard at my pussy to imagine fucking me.”

I held the pose for a minute or so and moved his hands down between my legs. I was getting wet already and the back of his fingers against my pussy felt so good. I turned his hands around and put his index finger on to my clitoris and moved it back and forth a little. “That is the keys to my pleasure.” Then I took that index finger and turned it around, spread my legs a little more and pushed him up inside my vagina. “This is where your penis will be shortly. Wiggle your finger back and forth a bit.” It was exquisite. There is nothing as good as having a man inside of you. The dick is the best, but fingers move more … flexibly.

While his finger was in me, I reached over and began to unbutton his shirt. “Keep your finger in me and playing with me.” I lifted his shirt over his head. “Now stand up but keep you finger doing its thing in me.” I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down far enough that they could fall the rest of the way. His underwear was bulging. It looked to be the largest dick I had ever seen. I stretched out the elastic band and looked down at his penis looking back up at me. Then I edged the band slowly around his dick and let his underwear fall.

It was the largest dick I had ever seen, but maybe an inch. And it was very stiff. Also circumcised. Since he was a virgin I didn’t want to delay things for long. He might not be able to hold it. I took his finger out of my pussy and knelt down in front of me. His dick was so big I doubted I could get it all in my mouth but I tried. I didn’t want to make him feel too good. Yet. I could feel the tip of his dick against the back of my throat, but I had learned to control the gag reflex. There was still an inch or so of the shaft before my lips could reach his balls. This dick was going to feel so good when he fucked me.

After a short time, I withdrew my mouth. “Now like down on the bed. I want to see your dick. Pretend you are posing for me.” I went over to get my phone and took a close up picture of his dick. “Don’t worry, I won’t get your face into the picture. But later I want to make a sketch of you naked and I want to be sure I get your dick right.”

He was lying there naked for me and I stared at him for a long time. A long time. “This is what it feels like to be a nude model, Ronnie. You should try it. But you’d have to keep your dick under control.”

I straddled him and moved up so that I could lower myself onto him. “Watch your dick moving into my pussy.” I lowered myself slowly and he watched his dick gradually disappear into me. All the way in. Then he was looking at my tits again as I slowly moved up and down on him. He was so far in I was in ecstasy right from the start. I was really close to having my orgasm already. I realized how very horny I had been all afternoon thinking about sex with him, and now I was really close. Really close. And then I came. I threw my head back and almost yelled it was such a good orgasm. My whole body was shaking, especially my titties. Wave after wave and my pussy was gripping his penis in me. And then I could feel his ejaculations deed inside me, and that pushed me over again. It was a very thorough fuck. But too short. I wish that could have gone on and on for a long time.

When I had recovered a bit I leaned over so my tits were in his face. He was breathing really hard, but still kissed one of my nipples as it brushed his mouth. I got off and laid down beside him. I like to watch a penis, when it is spent doing what it does best, gradually subside. His dick was beautiful. When he had lost his erection his penis was just lying there between his legs. I reached over and grabbed it with my left hand, letting my fingers curl around it, holding it tightly. It was wet from being in my pussy and from some of the semen dripping back down on it.

“I feel thoroughly and completely fucked. That was really good for me. And now you are not a virgin.”

“Wow.” That was all he could say. Then “thank you.”

“Thank you too.”

We just lay there for a while, feeling great, enjoying being naked. “Now I will have to see how much energy I have left for Derek.”

“Derek?”

“Yeah. This was supposed to be my night with Derek.”

“Oh. I hope he is not mad or anything.”

“Not Derek. He knew, when I told him you were coming over for dinner, that I would probably be fucking you tonight. I won’t let him go unsatisfied. He knows it.”

“I feel embarrassed. What can I say when we go back out there?”

“Don’t say anything. They all know that you just fucked me. It is no big deal and you don’t need to talk about it.”

“What about Vi?”

“Oh she is busy with customers.”

“Customers?”

“Vi is a prostitute. She has three guys scheduled for tonight, I believe, so she will be busy.”

When Ronnie was recovered enough, we got dressed and went back out for desert and coffee. At first Ronnie wasn’t going to stay, he was so embarrassed, but we all talked him into it.

I imagine all the guys were wondering if Ronnie might move it. They assured me in coming weeks that they liked Ronnie and it would probably work out OK. As it turns out, he didn’t move in. I had him over occasionally to fuck, but Ronnie and I never got to be a very regular thing. But I really liked him a lot. And I still do.