Society says that being promiscuous is wrong. Fucking a lot of guys is bad. Well, to heck with society. I love to fuck. I love cocks. Pricks. Penises, whatever anyone wants to call them. I'd be unhappy if I didn't. So who am I hurting? Society's rules are to protect females, I'm sure. But having me not have sex with a guy isn't protecting me, it's wronging me. Or, it would be, if society got me to do what it prefers.
If I ever have a daughter, I'll seriously think of arranging to have a really good lover be her first. That first time is important. My first, back in high school, was the high point of my life up until then. If I have any regrets it's that I didn't start sooner. My first came on my eighteenth birthday.
Of course, to have a daughter, I'd prefer to be married. Have a guy that would help pay the bills and act like a father, caring for his kids. And at the rate I'm going, I may never marry, never have kids. Which is probably the real reason that society wants girls to stay virgins and believe the glories of sex are somehow tied solely to marriage. To late for me to ever believe that.
And I've thought of that. I've had sex with some truly great guys. But I've never wanted to limit myself to just one of them, or limit one of them to just me. So that pretty much rules out marriage. But I'm still young, maybe my biological clock will tick away and cause me to change my mind some day. Maybe not. I'm now 24, graduated from college and have a terrific job, finally earning some serious money.
Right now, I'm having sex with four guys. Not all at once, of course. Two are married and two aren't. The two married ones are limited so we tend to go at it for about an hour after work. One of them, I know, is only being with me and his wife. He's clean. So we can do everything bare back. Which is great for me because I'm wild about cocks, love to feel and suck cocks. I can't even imagine sucking a cock with a condom, only whores who need the money must do that. The other one, I'm pretty sure, is playing around a lot. I can't be sure about him so we always use a condom. I just never blow him. In fact, I wouldn't keep him in my repertoire except he is absolutely fantastic at eating me. I mean, he goes at it like it's his last meal on earth. There are times when I'm fucking that it's nice to be slow and romantic and other times when I need it hard and fast, pounding away. He eats me like that, hard and fast and pounding away and never seems to get satisfied, never has enough.
The other two are both single. One of them I also can't be sure of. I'm promiscuous but he puts me to shame. So, again, always with condoms. I am more afraid of AIDS than I am in need of good sex. But he's rich. We always do expensive things that I love so I reward him by letting him fuck me. Of them all, he'd be the easiest to drop. Now the other single guy, is a different story. I always end up with him all night long. He wants me to move in. He wants to be my one and only. He's a hunk and he's a great lover. And stamina, wow! He can go on and on forever sometimes. I've seriously thought about agreeing to live with him because it would be non-stop fantastic sex always. But I know I'd cheat on him, probably keep at least one of the married guys just for something different from time to time.
But what I started to do was tell about my first time. That super experience that set me up for this debauched life of mine that I really, truly love. Most girls would be jealous of me if they knew my life.
My parents and I and two younger brothers lived in an apartment in Los Angeles. A nice apartment complex with a pool and laundry facilities. My Dad and Mom both worked. We weren't rich but we got along fine. When I was sixteen a new guy showed up. He moved into a one-bedroom apartment (ours was three) and he started teaching at the high school that I attended. He was a hunk. Every girl at school drooled over him. I'm not sure but he was just out of college so he was probably something like twenty-two.
In the apartment complex he quickly became well known by most everyone. He seemed to have a different girl every night. I heard my mother and another mother, a friend of hers she met doing laundry, talking and the other lady was saying "This one last night, a real screamer." Apparently the new guy, Jack, lived next door to her. Jack's schedule was early to bed and early to rise. I think he worked out in a gym. So, the sex noises always ended early enough so the neighbor found it intriguing instead of annoying. I guess his girls went home, didn't spend the night. Anyway, everyone knew of the Don Juan in our complex. Sometimes, on a week end, he'd come to the pool with one of his friends. I saw them. They were always beautiful. They all looked like models.
Another time, the same lady was talking to Mom. She said, "That Jack must be something. Every girl he has in there lets the world know she's having a really big one. I can remember those terrific orgasms. don't you Sophie?"
