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Just A Little Country Girl (mf)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
JUST A LITTLE COUNTRY GIRL
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. BOSWELL
Born and raised on a farm in a small West Virginia town, I
certainly was not prepared for the fantastic things that have
happened to me in the last year.
.....
I was a virgin when I married Duane right out of high
school. We were everybody's "perfect couple" -- he played
football, and I was a cheerleader.
Duane worked hard for a lot of years, and, last year, got
the "big" promotion he deserved and was transferred to Baltimore.
We had to leave our little town for the first time in our lives.
It was very scary, but our minister gave us an introduction
letter to a church just outside of Baltimore, and the people at
our new church were the greatest -- making us feel at home,
helping us settle in, etc.
As you can guess, I was the dumb little country girl in the
big city for the first time -- I had never been exposed to all
the sex and violence and four-letter words in the "outside"
world. Duane and I were about even in the sex department, and I
didn't believe people could do the things to each other that I
have recently discovered they do.
Duane and I have been married nine years and we normally
made love maybe two or three times a month, and, although I was
unaware of this, I had never experienced an orgasm in all the
years of my marriage. We had sex in the traditional,
"missionary" position, and as soon as Duane reached his climax,
he would get up and take a shower, and then I'd take mine. To
me, the sex felt good but I thought that was all there was to
it. We had never tried, or even discussed, oral sex or anything
else for that matter.
Duane's job keeps him on the road constantly and he is gone
more than he's home. We bought a house when we moved to
Baltimore, and the upkeep and expenses in the area are demanding.
We live near a large state university and decided to rent out a
room to a college student. Duane and I didn't want just anybody
living in our house, so we were fortunate enough to have a church
member recommend her nephew to us.
.....
My story really begins last August, when our college
student, Jason, moved in. As part of the rental agreement, I
made his bed everyday and cleaned his room. A couple of weeks
after he moved in, I found a whole stack of "adult" magazines
under his bed. There were "Playboys" and "Penthouses," but there
were also magazines with only pictures called things like
"Stockings and Lace," "Bush Basher," "Anal Honeys," and "Big Tit
Fuckers." I was amazed and shocked at what I saw in the pictures
and what I read in the letters and stories. But every day, I dug
another one out to read or look at.
One afternoon, Jason came in unexpectedly and caught me
sitting on his bed, reading his magazines. I was embarrassed
beyond words, and wanted to die! I could feel myself blush from
head to toe, and Jason tried to console me, telling me not to be
ashamed. We began to talk, and he asked me a lot of questions
about my attitude towards sex, and even my experiences. I had
never talked to anyone about sex, and I just opened up for the
first time in my life. After a long conversation, he finally
convinced me that I had never really experienced sex to the
fullest and knew nothing of its pleasures.
To make a long (and I'm sure, obvious) story short, within
two weeks, Jason seduced me and we began having sex every day.
Soon after we started, Jason insisted on performing oral sex
on me. I resisted at first, but finally gave in, and within a
few short minutes, I experienced the most wonderful orgasm of my
life! From that second on, I couldn't get enough of his sucking
and screwing me. He never failed to bring me to climax and I was
so hooked on his wonderful body and tongue that I would have done
almost anything to have him suck me.
Several days later, Jason asked me to perform oral sex on
him. Of course, I refused, telling him that I had never done
anything like that, even with Duane. He told me that he would
not suck me until I sucked him. Two days later I gave in and
started sucking him regularly.
From that day on, our schedule was for me to suck him until
he came (and I swallowed it all), then we would make love until
he came a second time, and then he would suck me until I had my
greatest orgasm of the day. Somehow, each day and each orgasm
was better than the last. Needless to say, I loved every second
of our lovemaking.
Jason soon told me that he wanted me to go out and buy a
very specific sexy outfit for him. Everything was to be black.
The dress was to be very short and tight. I was also to get a
sexy lace bra and tiny lace panties, garterbelt, stockings and
the highest patent leather, high heels I could find. I bought
the items as soon as I could afford them, finding the shoes at a
Goodwill store. Of course, I had to hide my new outfit so that
Duane wouldn't see it.
Almost everyday, when I dressed up in my outfit, it would
drive Jason absolutely nuts. He would go wild and our lovemaking
hit new heights of excitement. I would walk around in my outfit
for him, and then he would undress me down to the garterbelt,
nylons and heels and I would keep those on as we made love and
sucked each other. We had a wonderful relationship. We would
carry on like this everyday and I would have two, three, even
sometimes four orgasms a day!
One day, after classes resumed after Christmas break, Jason
came home from class and, out of the blue, told me he wanted me
to dress up in my black outfit and go with him to a friend's
apartment. He said he wanted to show my outfit to his friend.
When I absolutely refused, he announced that there would be no
more sex, not even sucking, and left the house to live with his
friend.
Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and called Jason at his
friend's apartment. People (including Duane) were asking me
where Jason was and why he wasn't home. But the real reason was,
I now needed my constant sex, and I especially needed Jason to
suck me off to my wonderful orgasms. On the phone, I pleaded
with Jason to come back and he didn't agree until I told him I
would do anything he wanted me to do.
Jason returned in two days, and after about a week, our
routine was back to normal. The following weekend, Duane was out
of town, and Jason told me that he had set up a party with a
friend of his (Mark), and that I was to wear my sexy outfit. I
was too ashamed to risk being seen in public in the outfit, so I
carried it in a small gymbag. When we arrived at Mark's
apartment, Jason introduced me as his "sexy landlady," and said,
"Her husband is out of town and anything goes!" I was so
embarrassed in front of this total stranger. Jason then went
into the kitchen to make drinks, and Mark put his arm around me,
telling me to put on the little outfit he had "heard so much
about."
When I had finished dressing, Mark kissed me and ran his
hand down inside the top of my dress, feeling my breasts. I
pulled away and yelled for Jason to drive me home. He said that
I had promised to do whatever he wanted, and that now was the
time to prove it. He then downed his entire drink, spun me
around and unzipped my dress. It dropped to the floor as he said
to Mark, "Check out this fantastic body! Have you ever seen any
better?"
I stood there, trembling and fighting back tears as Jason
unhooked my bra and pulled off my panties. I can never explain
how embarrassed and humiliated I was standing there, almost
naked, in front of a total stranger, and seeing the excitement
blaze in his eyes.
Jason pushed me down on Mark's lap and went to make another
round of drinks. Mark's hands were all over my body --
squeezing, caressing, rubbing. Feeling my breasts, squeezing my
hard nipples, until finally, his hand forced its way between my
thighs and found my clitoris. Jason returned with the drinks and
said, "Let's go to the bedroom," where they both undressed and
pushed me on the bed between them.
That Friday night (and Saturday morning!) from 9:00 p.m. to
4:00 a.m., the three of us participated in a sex orgy that was
totally unbelievable and beyond anything I had ever dreamed
possible. Jason screwed me three times, and Mark screwed me four
times! Each of them sucked me until I reached orgasms, and I
sucked both of them off twice. While Jason was screwing me, Mark
straddled my chest and put his cock into my mouth. Then they
would switch, and Mark would screw me from behind as I sucked
Jason, lying on the bed. Jason fell asleep first and then Mark,
and that's the order I woke each of them the next morning, by
sucking them to orgasm.
After that night, we returned to Mark's apartment at least
once a week, for repeat performances. One night during the week,
two classmates stopped by and Mark invited them in. Within
seconds they were naked and getting on the bed. Jason insisted
that I have sex with them, too. They didn't even tell me their
names, and before the night was over, both of them had screwed me
twice, and I had sucked them both off to climaxes, not counting
what I did with Jason and Mark!
Towards the end of the semester, Jason started bringing guys
home from class with him, telling me to have sex with them. When
I counted them up, I realized I had had sex with eleven total
strangers (not counting Mark!). Every time I refused, Jason
threatened to move out, again, and I knew he meant it. After the
first time with me, some of them stopped back and had sex with
me, even if Jason wasn't home!
Last week, at the end of the semester, Jason told me he
wanted me to go to a party with him. By then, I had an idea what
kind of party it would be, so I refused. He then told me that if
I agreed to go, he would find a job nearby, and stay at the house
all Summer, instead of moving back to New Jersey until the Fall
semester. Of course, I couldn't bear the thought of four months
without sex with Jason, so I agreed to go.
When I walked into the party in my black outfit, it was
immediately obvious that I was the only woman there. The guys,
some of whom had been to the house with Jason, all took turns
dancing with me, and that was fun. But within an hour, I was
being led down the hall, into a bedroom, and being stripped at
Jason's urging. For the next four hours, I had continuous sex,
until all ten men were exhausted, and I couldn't get them aroused
any more.
That party made me stop and think about where my life was
headed. I think I still love Duane, even though he can't even
begin to drive me wild the way Jason does. I've hinted about
oral sex with Duane, but he says it just doesn't sound "proper"
or "polite." In fact, he said it was "perverted."
.....
I know I'm on a wild ride with Jason and his college
friends. I just don't know how to stop it. I know guys talk,
and soon, word about these orgies is bound to get out to someone.
I'm even running out of excuses for why I miss so many Sunday
services when Duane is out of town!
Just today, Jason came home from his new construction job
for the Summer and said he was telling all his coworkers about
what a sexy landlady he had!
.............................
(C) J. BOSWELL, September 1990
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