Let me introduce myself, I'm Sharon, a married school teacher who lives and works in a suburban school district in Western New York. This is an adventure that took place when I was just out of college and before I got married.
Let me start with the facts, at the time I was 22 years old, I had only been working as a teacher for one full school year and just starting my second. I had been living alone in a room I rented from a nice lady that was a few miles from my school.
She was nice, but since I had recently started dating a couple of guys, I thought it would be better if I got my own place in a real apartment.
After looking for most of the summer I finally found a place that I could share with a girl I had known from college. She was also a teacher, but in another district nearby.
We moved in a week or so before the start of school and we started socializing. Jane, my roommate, knew this guy named Kenny that she had seen and talked to at a bar near the apartment. So it seemed every weekend we had to go to the bar so Jane and Kenny could flirt and I could sit and talk to Kenny's married buddies.
Week after week we went to the same bar, Kenny and Jane finally got together and started dating. I knew he was scum, but Jane didn't see it and Kenny was very attentive to her at the same time as being a total flirt with any woman. He made me hate him almost from the start for the way he hit on everyone, including me, when Jane wasn't around.
I kept him at arm's length for a number of months, but I did notice how he was always staring at my tits and making sexual comments when Jane wasn't around, or close enough to hear. I knew he was not going away, Jane was in love and overlooked all of Kenny's faults.
Kenny didn't actually live with Jane and myself, I was sure that Jane wanted him to but for some reason he kept putting her off, though he did stay over most weekends.
Often times while we were at the bar so Jane and Kenny could be together, I'd strike up a conversation with Kenny's married friends. They would be attentive and flirtatious, and buy me drinks.
One night, that I recall all too well, I got a bit drunk and remember making out with someone. I believe his name was Stephen, one of Kenny's married friends. After about an hour of drinking and feeling each other up, I needed some fresh air. Stephen was gentlemanly enough to help me out to the parking lot where he walked me over to his car. We stood against the rear of the car and he kissed me deeply, His hands on my ass and pulling me tightly against his body. I was drunk, but I could still feel the huge bulge in his pants grinding against my pussy. Steven was a very experienced kisser and I felt myself getting aroused by his actions.
His hands roamed over my body and I felt my nipples harden. We kissed and groped each other as he dry humped me standing against his car.
Aroused and a bit drunk, I returned his passion with a passion of my own. I ground my tingling pussy against the bulge in his pants as his tongue probed my mouth with deeply exciting French kisses. I pushed my tits against his hard chest and felt my vagina getting wet from excitement and anticipation.
After several minutes of passionate kissing, I stepped back from him. I looked him in the eyes and said, "I want to suck your cock."
I lowered myself to my knees in front of him and he quickly stated tugging at his belt. I reached up to unhook his pants and pulled down the zipper. His pants slipped to the ground and I as faced with his briefs with a huge bulge.
Enthralled, I ran my hand over the bulge before me. His cock was hot through the material and straining to be free.
He moaned softly as my hand grasped his cock through the material. It was thick and getting harder and bigger by the moment.
I felt him reach down and grasp the hem of my sweater. Slowly he pulled it up over my head and off leaving me kneeling before him in my bra. He threw the sweater onto the car trunk deck and grasped the back of my head with one hand as his other hand freed his cock from his briefs.
He pulled my head to his cock roughly, "Suck it," he commanded. I needed no encouragement. What he wanted was just what I wanted and I eagerly reached up to take his meat in my hand and quickly engulfed his cock with my mouth.
His cock was thick and long and hot in my mouth. I wanted to get him off as soon as possible so he could know that I was a good cocksucker. There I was, on my knees in the parking lot of a bar, sucking an older, married guy's cock. I was going to make sure he didn't forget this night.
I reached up and cupped his heavy balls with my hand as I continued to move up and down his shaft with my mouth. My tongue was swirling over the head of his cock. He moaned as I engulfed almost the entire length of his prick. His hands were on my head as I sucked him eagerly for several minutes.
"Oh, fuck yea," he screamed as he pulled my head toward himself forcing most of his cock into my mouth. It was then that I felt his balls twitch and felt a powerful jet of his hot, salty sperm flood my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but his jets continued, spurt after spurt filled my mouth faster than I could swallow.
After a few more moments I felt his last long spurt and I knew he was finished coming. He released his grip on my head and I pulled back and his cock slipped from my mouth. He then quickly grabbed his cock and stroked one or two more jets of sperm onto my face and tits. Most of the last jet splattered onto my sheer, lacy bra.
Kneeling there in front of Stephen, I suddenly sensed someone nearby. Before I could move I felt hands on my back and felt those hands quickly unclasp my bra and tug it off of my body. Those same hands then started pulling me to a standing position and pushed me toward Stephen.
"Go ahead, Stephen, give her a big kiss," the voice taunted. "Don't mind the fact that she has your cum all over her face." A hand went to the back of my head and pushed me toward him.
"What the hell man," Stephen said, "Get the fuck out of here. I ain't going to kiss that slut, even if it is my jizz. You want it, you kiss her."
With that Stephen pulled up his pants and headed back to the bar.
As he walked away I turned and realized it was Kenny that had pulled off my bra and pushed me to Stephen.
"Want your bra back?" Kenny asked, holding my bra in his hand.
"What the fuck are you doing," I screamed at him. "Why are you here and what makes you think you can treat me like that?"
I pulled my sweater off the trunk of Stephen's car and put it on as I was walking back to the bar. "You can keep the bra, Mr. Perv," I said back over my shoulder to Kenny. "I'll be interested in how you explain it to Jane."
Entering the bar, I saw Stephen and a few of his buddies by the bar. They all stopped chatting as I walked past toward the booth Jane was sitting in.
"Where have you been?" Jane asked.
"Just over on the other side of the bar," I said, "talking with someone I know." (It wasn't really a lie; I was using my mouth...)
A few minutes later Kenny came back to the booth where Jane and I were sitting. "You've been gone awhile too," Jane said to Kenny.
"Just had to put something in my car," he said. "You guys ready to call it a night?"
When we got back to the apartment, Kenny and Jane spent most of the night watching TV and making out. I went to bed before them, and later since Jane's bedroom was just on the other side of the way from mine, I had to listen to them fucking for about an hour.
The next day was a Saturday and Jane had a part-time job at a local department store, so she left around 8:30. I got up, took a shower and wrapped myself in a towel to go to the kitchen to get something to eat. Passing by Jane's room, I saw that the door was open, and noticed Kenny lying on the bed, watching TV.
He must have heard me because as I walked past he shouted, "I forgot to tell you last night, you have really great tits." I stopped at the doorway and looked in. He was on the bed, probably just covered by a sheet. "And you give great blowjobs. Can I get one?"