“You always portray me as going for it, as the slut, the nympho, the horny, insatiable, out-of-control sex fiend. It’s one-dimensional. That’s not who I am. I’m not like that.” She said all this, mind you, as she sat wearing merely a black t-shirt and nothing else, her legs spread on the couch with the windows and blinds wide open looking out onto the dark street — a street of hidden eyes looking back no doubt.
I had just finished reading to her the last installment, “The Cum-On,” and she objected vituperatively to the comparison, if any, between her and Zach’s nymphomaniacal ex-girlfriend.
“That is not true,” I rebutted, “I think I give you a lot of depth and I make a very clear distinction between Zach’s old girlfriend and you. But, you have to admit, that is the way it happened and on the surface, at least, there is some similarity between her and you.”
“How it happened is irrelevant. The point is that I am all about enthusiastic consent, sex-positive relationships, and I never coerce you. Now put down that computer and take me into the bedroom and fuck me!”
I followed her to the bedroom, as she insisted, and she hopped on the bed and began stroking her puss. “You see,” she said, “it’s all in how you go about it. I don’t lose my temper or yell or scream or demand.”
She slapped her pussy hard. “Well, not usually.” There was a pause as she leaned her head back and pushed her breasts up. “The point is, darling, that enthusiastic consent can take on many forms and I know when you’re enthusiastic.” She grabbed my cock and pulled on it, squirming on the bed to take it in her mouth. As she looked up at me, her mouth full, she wrapped her arms around my ass and pulled me in close to her to drive my scepter all the way down the back of her throat. I could see her lovely ass on the bed, her legs bent at the knees and her feet dangling in the air with delight. I put my two hands on top of her thick mane and pushed her face as far as she could go onto my rod.
She pulled back, sliding off of my member slowly, licking its length with her tongue. When her mouth was free again, she asked, “Do you think Zach’s cock is big, long, and thick like yours?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“I want to find out,” she said. “Don’t you want to see me do this?” She licked and sucked again, grabbing the base of my cock with her right hand and fondling my gems.
She knows how to be persuasive. She was certainly going to get what she was after.
But I digress. To return to the narrative of our first date, Zach and I left the ladies alone. He and I entered into the throngs of people out on the street for a fun-filled Friday night and we walked the narrow alleys and wide boulevards, talking together like old friends. In the back of both of our minds was the thought of our beloveds whispering sweet nothings to each other in his bed.
We continued the conversation of his ex-nympho and he told me some truly horrific stories, culminating in the statement, “There just were no boundaries for her at all. None. I knew I had to break it off when she tried to get me to fuck her with her parents in the same room. That was it. That was the last straw.”
“Wow,” was all I could muster.
“Yeah, she had a lot of problems.”
“She was your first girlfriend, wasn’t she? I mean, she took your virginity, right?”
“How did you know?”
“And she cheated on you too, right?”
“How do you know these things?”
“And she broke your heart.”
“Am I that open of a book?”
“A lot of our current sexuality is wrapped up in that first one.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, take me, for instance. The girl who Christened me got not only my virginity, but my unfailing love and devotion. As it turned out, she eventually cheated on me with more men than I can count. It devastated me. In some ways, I never recovered from the shock. And I’m sure, in some complex, mysterious way, that’s why I’m here tonight. I mean, that’s why I get off on Lo’s nymphomania and her sexploits with other people.”
“Yeah,” he said as he seemed to be having an ‘ah-ha’ moment, “that makes total sense. I never thought about it that way till now.” I’m not sure what dots he was connecting in his head, but somehow something I said resonated with him.
“Take for instance the opening of Lolita,” I said, making reference to a work we both admired, “where Humbert Humbert grounds the entire obsession he has with Lo in that unique experience he had on the cusp of adolescence in the park — his formative, short lived ‘romance’ with the nymphet Annabel Leigh. That offhanded reminiscence of his is the key to understanding the entire complex psychology of the text — or at least the narrator’s complex psychology. That’s one thing that I try to explore — Lo’s psychology. It’s sorely missing from Nabokov’s novel and something that I really strive to penetrate.”
“Interesting choice of words.”
“Oh dear! Yes, a Freudian slip if ever there was one.”
. . .
“Is that what Lo is really like — the way you write her on the blog?”
I explained that the stories are true, I just take liberty with some of the facts and chronology in order to tell a good story and keep our identities and locations under wraps.
“I mean, she’s truly amazing,” he said.
“She is, but she’s a handful. Tell me about Erin. Was this her idea?”
“Oh yeah,” he said. “Like she was saying, she likes to watch porn and when she does, she only watches lesbian porn. This has been something she’s wanted to do for a long time now.”
“And you’re not worried that. . . that she might like women better?”
“No. Not at all,” he said very confidently.
“So, whose libido is higher, do you think, hers or yours?”
“I’d have to say mine. I mean, I want it more often. I told Lo, I can cum six times in one night.”
“Well, she’ll test the veracity of that statement. I guarantee it.”
“I hope I get the chance.”
“Well, Lo has never been able to find a man who could keep up with her.”
“Erin has a very high libido, but, like I said, just not quite my equal. She’ll often give me a hand job just to keep me happy. Don’t get me wrong though, she likes doing that for me. She’s just not always up for sex when I am.”
“And you think she’s into Lo?”
“I know she is. This summer has been difficult because Erin’s only been working part time and I’ve been working full time: nine-to-five in an office cubicle. I can’t tell you how many times Erin would call me or text me when I was at work and she’d tell me that she was at home reading your blog and jillin’ it. She’d tell me to just leave work and come home and do her.”
That sounded like a familiar refrain.
“Of course,” he went on, “I couldn’t. But the thought of her lying in bed with her computer open to your blog, looking at Lo’s pics and masturbating was torture for me when I was at work.”
I cannot express to you, my dear reader, how gratifying that disclosure on his part was. To know, first hand, that there was a woman out there who read my words and saw Lo’s pictures and that they frequently got her off was for me the equivalent of winning the Nobel Prize for Literature.
Meanwhile, back at the apartment, Lola and Erin were left alone on the couch where they made some small talk before Lola said, “So, you want to do this?”
“Yeah,” said Erin, unreservedly, leading Lo to the bedroom. She took her time lighting candles, dimming the lights, and sitting seductively on the bed. The two of them took turns removing each other’s clothes. Lo got twitterpated when she saw Erin’s athletic body in just a pink bra and matching thong. Lo leaned up against her and their lips touched ever so softly. She could feel the nervous energy of Erin as they slowly opened mouths, descended onto the pillows, and let their tongues explore. Lo then worked her mouth down Erin’s neck and shoulder and whispered, “Can I take off your bra?”
Erin just nodded as Lo reached to unhook the clasp. Lo admired Erin’s full breasts for a moment before kissing her soft skin — the softest she’d ever touched — and taking Erin’s nipples into her mouth to tease with her tongue and nibble with her teeth. Erin’s torso rose and fell as she let out soft purring sounds. Lo removed her own bra to let her breasts feel the softness of Erin’s abs as she continued lavishing kisses and playful bites on her nipples.
Erin eagerly reciprocated. Their bodies entwined and Erin got her mouth onto Lo’s collarbone and neck, giving tiny bites and kisses. Erin’s hand explored Lo’s breasts and she gently pulled on Lo’s nipples.
“Don’t be shy,” said Lo, encouragingly.
Erin pinched Lo’s nipples. Lo let out a moan. “Harder,” she begged.
Erin ran her tongue up Lo’s neck and alighted her mouth on Lo’s earlobe. She eagerly worked it like it was Lo’s clit and within moments Lo began gushing as Erin’s fingers rubbed Lo’s puss over her small panties. A few moments later and Lo convulsed with waves of pleasure. Eargasm accomplished.
Then, slowly, enjoying every delicious inch of Erin’s body, Lo kissed her way downward till arriving at Erin’s panties. She pulled away the small bit of fabric so that she could kiss and lick her silky smooth pussy. Erin was already soaked through her panties and Lo could taste her as she worked her tongue to Erin’s clit.
“Can I take these off?” Lo asked, looking up at Erin from down below.
“Yes,” she said in a whisper of ecstasy.
Lo slid off Erin’s panties to reveal her completely bare body and Lo gently glided her index finger into Erin’s puss. It was the tightest pussy she had ever encountered and she didn’t dare try more than one finger. As she made slow “come hither” curls with her finger, her mouth sought out Erin’s elusive clit.
“Lower,” said Erin, putting her hands on Lo’s head, “a little lower.”
Lo licked and kissed, bit and nibbled every soft and gentle part as Erin’s fingers pulled and tugged on her own nipples. Lo delighted in the soft, feminine delicacy. With ever more urgency, Lo licked Erin’s soft petals as her finger curled convulsively inside her. Before too long, it was Erin’s turn to writhe in ecstasy. Lo was glad for it and she slid her way up Erin’s body so their lips could meet and Erin could taste herself on Lo’s tongue.
“Let me go down on you,” Erin pleaded.
“No,” said Lo, being coy.
“Please, I want to so badly.”
“So there will be a next time?”
“Should we call the boys back?” asked Erin.
“In a bit,” said Lo, “I want to kiss you more.”
They embraced and kissed some more, causing Lo’s panties to become drenched. When Lo began to become self-conscious of how wet she was, she pulled back and the two of them began a pantomime of replacing their clothes amid the soft candlelight.
Lo picked up her phone and texted me as Erin did the same for Zach. He and I happened to be in a pizza joint when their messages of permission to return arrived. We brought the pizza we got back with us.
Entering the small apartment we found the girls sitting on the couch in just about exactly the same position they were in when we left. He and I were in the dark as to what had transpired and each of us gave a kiss hello to our respective partners. They, for their parts, were very coquettish and gave away nothing when we inquired as to how they spent their time. We all ate some pizza and then Lo and I made our good-byes.
On the drive home Lo went down on me immediately in the car. “Cum on my face, Daddy,” she said each time she came up for air.
“Not till I hear what you and Erin did. . . in detail.”
“Later Daddy. First, come on my face.”
“You’re a horny little whore, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m horrible. I’m everything Zach was talking about and more. I just want you to cum. Please.”
Call me shallow, but I wasn’t about to get my dress pants stained with my mess.
When we finally got home, she jumped into the bed and spread her legs, demanding, “Fuck me! Fuck me so hard!” I got nothing about the night out of her on that first round, but throughout the three or four that followed later that night, Lo whispered in my ear all the small details of her time with Erin.
After I came and made a proper mess of her face and we were finally lying down, drifting off to sleep, she whispered one more thing to me. “Daddy, are you awake?”
“I can’t do it again, Lo. Sleep.”
“No Daddy. That’s not it. I wanted to tell you something Erin said to me.”
Her hand reached down and grabbed my cock beneath the covers.
“She said that when she’s in Paris, she wants me to be Zach’s fuck-buddy.”
“That’s what she said. She said she’d prefer that he be fucking me than anyone at their school.”
“Mmm hmmm,” she moaned. “How’s that make you feel?” she asked as she squeezed me a bit tighter. I was growing in her hand.
“Do you like him?” I asked.
“Now that we met them, I think he’s really attractive. Much better looking in person than in his pic.”
“And do you want to fuck him?”
“I want to see how big his cock is. Do you think he’s big?”
“I don’t know.”
“You know what I really want?”
“What’s that, Lo?”
“I want him to cum on my face. Erin told me that she doesn’t have anal sex with him. Do you think I should give him my ass, Daddy?”
“If you want to.”
“Do you think he’ll want it?”
“I’m sure of it.”
“I want to be the whore that Erin isn’t for him. I want to give him my ass. I want him to fuck me hard and then I want to suck on his cock until he cums all over my face. Is that bad, Daddy?”
“I think you should be asking Erin and Zach that question.”
“Do you think I’m bad?”
“I think you’re the best bad girl I’ve ever met,” I said as I pushed her onto her back, spread her legs, and went at her one last time.
[Excerpt from the story, “Sexplorations,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]