Tabitha used to be my girlfriend. The whole of our relationship lasted about four years with the last two of those years seeing us committed to each other. That didn't mean we couldn't play with others but it did mean we would only do that together. On one occasion she gave me the okay to go to a sexual men's group, which was interesting, there were only men but it was sexy. Tabitha is the kinkiest girl I've known and been with. She was a legitimate freak but in an interesting way. She wasn't your typical beauty but more of a nerdy, quasi intellectual nature girl. She was plain in many ways but her beauty shone through in strange ways. In clothes you couldn't see her body properly, but when she took them off she was pretty fabulous. She had a nice ass, small yet perky breasts with medium sized nipples that did get hard and sensitive. Her face had a classic beauty to it but it usually remained hidden, it's hard to explain. When she gave seductive glances it was very apparent. She usually wore glasses though sometimes used contacts. She was like this plain, almost hippy nerd with a ferocious seductress that lived inside of her. Once that was let out there was no stopping her.
Tabitha normally didn't shave anything. She left her dark bush hairy. Her fur was somewhat wild and coarse, it didn't flow evenly so it was always unkempt looking which had it's own sexiness. Her armpits were the same way. She didn't wear perfume but rather used essential oils and such, pachouli was her favorite which is a turn on for me. That scent has always made my cock swell with desire. Occasionally she would shave her labia and clitoris, particularly when she was anticipating a sexual encounter that day. I think it turned her on to shave it. She shaved it once like that when we took a bath together on my fortieth birthday. She put on a show for me. We spent a long while in that tub, adding hot water occasionally. When she had finished her shaving she forced her now smooth, large lips into my face and had me suck her for a while. She inserted my cock into her for a short spell. She didn't make me cum with her pussy but, after she rose up off of it, sat back and stroked me with two hands until I shot one of the biggest streams of cum of my life. She relished in that and licked much of the sperm off of my chest where it had landed. It was definitely memorable.
If my memory serves me correctly she was about eight years younger than I. She said that in me she had found her sexual match as far as kinky perverse lovers go. We had a very erotic sex life together. I enjoyed it thoroughly though in the end she wasn't to be my life partner. I had found that I could never permeate her beneath the protective boundaries she had created around her heart. I wanted loving intimacy in a life partner as well as a crazy sexual intimacy so at one point we had a difficult break up.
Before we were committed to each other Tabitha would tell me stories from her past. She had many kinky, unplanned, spontaneous rendezvous with many partners. These trysts were not bound by age, shapes, races or anything else, she found sexiness in many crazy places much like I am able to do. It's more of an energetic thing. Sex was light for her, it was not heavy, it was fun and intriguing and she had no guilt about it. She was shameless which I admire and which, as I have aged, have been able to embrace myself. She was honest, mostly, and would talk about anything. Her stories turned me on and even occasionally gave me twinges of jealousy which, strangely, I kind of liked as they made me feel needy in a perverse, sexual way. I think it was these feelings that had me eventually commit to her for two years. It was wild. I have no regrets.
One night we were sitting outside on my little veranda in the wilds of Virginia, basically in the middle of nowhere. We both had children and they were at the house but had gone to sleep so we finally were alone and our talk turned to sex. I was smoking a cigarette and having a beer. I wanted to prod her and set out to see if she would give me a story before we went inside to have sex.
"So, Tabitha," I said, "what's the smallest cock you have ever played with?"
She looked at me a bit askance. She asked for a drag of my cigarette and then began.
"Well, what makes you think I've been with a tiny cock, Shaglus?"
"I don't know." I replied. "In having so many lovers, and in knowing that every man has a different cock, I figured there must be a smallest, no? I kind of think they can be sexy and the thought of you playing with, or even fucking, a small one kind of turns me on. I would imagine it would turn you on too, being how you are, though you may not want to spend your whole life with one."
"Well," She said, "You're right that I wouldn't want to spend my whole life with one. I've seen quite a few that landed on the light side of the spectrum. Some of them were sexy, a couple weren't, and, I don't know, I guess a hard cock is always sexy no matter how big it is. The arousal comes from the arousal, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, I do know what you mean." I replied. "I can imagine it's always exciting getting to the point where you finally encounter what's been hiding in a man's pants. It seems even more exciting than finding out what's in a woman's pants in that cocks are outies and pussies are innies so to speak."
"It's my favorite part of any encounter." Tabitha said. "That moment where you discover what kind of penis you'll be playing with. It can be surprising either way. Sometimes you guess right and sometimes you don't. I like them all really."
"I know you do, baby." I replied. "So, do you have a smallest cock story? I'd love to hear it."
Tabitha asked for the cigarette again and took one long drag. Then she peered at me with her seductive look, her lips pouting and a little smoke dribbling out of her nose.
"I have a tale for you." She began. "It happened when I was living in upstate New York, near where I grew up. My sexual adventures had really began ramping up. It was like sex was everywhere, around every corner. Some weeks I would hook up with like four different guys, not at the same time, but just in the course of me walking around and chatting, hanging out and such. Everyone was just really forward and I enjoyed it. I guess I was a total slut, but never felt bad about it. I wanted more actually and that's what I got. At this point it was summer and on this particular day I was wearing little leather sandals, some cut off jean shorts and a loose, light fabric blouse that was kind of see through and I had no bra on. I never wore bras back then. I had been working at an Indian restaurant, I was the only "white" person there and the rest of the people that worked there were either Indian, Pakistani or Bangladeshi. I had had sex with two of the cooks there who were much older than I. They were both a little bit fat but it was sexy in a kind of Buddha like way. I liked the way I could feel their bellies on my ass when they fucked me from behind, which they preferred. They lived in an apartment upstairs from the restaurant and would invite me up after work. I never fucked them together though we talked about that. They were nice but didn't hold my attention to the point of wanting to be serious with either of them."
At this point she crushed out the cigarette, pushed her hair to the side, adjusted her glasses and blew out her smoke.
"So on this day I had worked the lunch shift and had gotten very horny for some reason, I can't remember why." She continued. "I was horny all the time back then, my pussy was always wet. Anyway, the two cooks were working the night shift as well so there was no fucking them at that moment. I decided to go out and look at some record shops, maybe the video store to look at porno flicks, which I used to watch a lot. There were lots of taxis in my city and I flagged one once I had gotten out onto the street. It didn't take long and the taxi that did come almost ran me over once he had seen me. I think he liked seeing a young, cute girl needing a ride. And I was right."
