Something Great Begins

We started dating in college. The young woman who would become my wife was adorable. Timid, almost a wallflower. Beautiful long hair surrounding a beautiful face. And what a smile! She was slender with small but womanly hips.

We were both freshmen at college. Her boyfriend back home had broken up with her. Mainly because the first time he came to visit, there were a lot of guys around her room. She told him that they were just friends - and at that time, they were. Two weeks later, she was sleeping with a jock with a small prick and an enormous ego. Even at her age, she was smart enough to quickly kick him to the curb in favor of someone, yet unknown, who would treat her right. We started dating two months later. She had tiny boobs, and when we first ended up in bed together, she let me get inside her panties with my fingers and cock before she'd let me at her breasts! Go figure!

Through the rest of the freshmen year, we were proverbial rabbits. She grew to like sex in just about every conceivable position and place! During the summer of freshmen year, we both worked at the shore. With a lot of encouragement from me, she did away with her bras (didn't need them!) and started wearing very thin tops. Her boobs may have been small, but she had lovely puffy nipples - which I love to this day! Those puffies would push the thin material of her tops out - and everyone could see them very plainly. She turned quite a few heads - and knew it.

In the beginning, she was a little nervous and shy. A turning point came one night in one of the college bars. She wore a light sweater that had a very deep V-neck. Because she had such small boobs, the top stayed open almost constantly. She discovered she was an expert at air hockey, or so she thought. The truth was all of the guys were so busy staring down her sweater that they never saw the puck coming!

We went back to our dorm and spent the night going at it non-stop on her bed! She didn't understand why she had been so popular. I told her that the guys were staring down her top all night and that her nipples were on display for everyone.

She asked me why I didn't say anything. I told her, truthfully, that the sight of her nipples and guys reacting to it had made me so horny, I couldn't bring myself to say anything. That is when she felt the telephone pole between my legs and just looked at me. I told her I loved her exposing herself to other guys. The following morning, she began dressing even sexier - leaving her panties in the drawer and wearing shorts with very loose legs. She turned into a class A exhibitionist, and I didn't think things could get any better!

During sophomore year, we begin going to see some porn at the theatres. Soft porn about women unashamedly claiming their sexuality was her favorite. While making love those nights, we would talk about the movie we had seen. She was fascinated but scared. She couldn't believe how women allowed themselves that freedom. What was going on in the mind of their husband or boyfriend? I told her that I thought it was intensely sexy and that I understood exactly how those men felt. One night as we were fucking, I said to her that I wouldn't mind a bit if she became just like those women. She rose up against me and came in a sudden crashing orgasm.

For the rest of sophomore year, we expanded on that theme, and she began thinking like and responding to events as a totally uninhibited woman would. Though I had told her often enough that I wouldn't mind if another man found his way inside her, she 1) didn't really believe it and 2) didn't know anyone that she wanted to share herself with. The summer of our sophomore year changed all of that!

The restaurant we worked in our home town for a summer job at had a storage basement. You got there via a straight ladder fastened to the wall of the basement. She had it bad for a young guy who was the assistant manager. Her uniforms were a loose, short dress and a plastic apron. She used to stand at the top of the ladder in the kitchen in her uniform with no panties when he'd go down, letting him stare straight up at her naked pussy all the time he was on the steps. When he came back up, she would back away when he would get near the top. One day they were both a little more playful than usual, and she stayed right at the top of the steps. He came up the steps right under her dress. She screamed, they both laughed, and she backed off.

The rest of the summer progressed much the same - lots of fun times and close calls, but no guy ever scoring, until August that is! There was a black cook who was friendly to both of us all summer long. He was average height - but had incredible biceps and 6-pack. We'd go to the gym, skating, bowling, drinking, and dancing - just about everything as a trio. Because he was black, we never thought of him as a possibility since we weren't sure he would be interested. I had to go back to school, and she stayed, as her classes began two weeks later than mine. One night, on our nightly call, she told me that Marquis had invited her out to a movie. She also said that she didn't think he wanted just a movie.

This was a whole new ball game. We talked long and hard about it. The old fears of 'Once black - never come back' and all - but in the end, she said that she found him incredibly sexy and attractive, and if it was all right with me, she'd like to go. We talked about what the next day could possibly bring.

The next day I cut classes early - and left her town. No one knew I was around - they all thought I was at school. I met my girlfriend at her place, and we plotted the seduction. She had a very thin, almost transparent robe which she put on - and nothing else. Next, she lay on the bed in her bedroom, and I wet a washcloth with cold water. I placed this compress over her forehead and eyes. She turned slightly sideways on the bed, and I draped the robe so that one breast was exposed and just a hint of her furry pussy. I made it look like that is how the robe had settled when she lay down. When it was time for him to arrive, I went into the back room and sat out of sight reading a book. My plan was to read a textbook - LOL!

I heard him come up the steps and go to her door - which I had left open a crack. He knocked, and as he knocked, the door opened. When he didn't see her, he called her name. When he didn't hear a reply, he walked toward the hallway, thinking she may still be in the shower or something. Seeing the bathroom door open and the room empty, he next looked at the partially closed door of her bedroom. He hesitated a second, then said her name while slowly pushing the door fully open. The bed was directly opposite the door. He stood staring at her in the bed for a moment and then spoke her name. She "woke up" and they talked. She told him she had a bad headache and wasn't up to a movie right then. He then closed the door, and I heard no more. Afterward, she gave this account of what happened...

After she had told him she had a headache, he said ok, and like a gentleman, pulled the robe over her exposed breast, reached up, took away the washcloth, and started to massage her forehead. She smiled and said, "That feels good!" He smiled, reached up, and kissed the spot where he had been rubbing. She bent her head up and gave him a light kiss on the lips. With that encouragement, he started to move his massaging hands over the rest of her head and face; then, down her neck. Since the robe was already open, he moved smoothly to her breasts.

By now, they were both getting hot and started to kiss. Marquis moved his mouth from her lips and began to massage her entire body. His lips followed everywhere his hands had been. She said he spent a lot of time massaging and sucking her breasts and nipples. As I said before, her boobs were not big - 34A's at the time, but they were firm and were enough to make you cream just from looking - much less touching or sucking. She was so turned on that she said her nipples hurt from being so hard.

He massaged all the way down to her toes, kissing and sucking everywhere his hands went. Then he started back up. When he got to her pussy, his mouth stopped, but his hands went back to her hard, puffy nipples. His mouth began to give her pussy the full treatment. He had a way of sucking her big inner lips into his mouth where he would tongue them and then 'puff' them back out. This in and out routine drove her up a wall.

He was not in any rush to enter her and spent almost two hours on the most intense foreplay she had ever experienced. Her body was so alive that when she came, her entire body responded. At one point, she told him that it wasn't fair - she wanted to taste him - so they changed places. She said that at that time, he asked her what would happen if I came in, and she said, "He'd probably join us!" He said, "Really?"

 She went to work, running her hands all over his body, then followed with her tongue just as he had done. When she got to his cock, she was surprised to come face-to-face with her first uncut cock. She examined the foreskin in detail before taking it into her mouth, enjoying the feel of his foreskin - so different from mine.

After she spent a good amount of time enjoying the newness of his cock and balls, he rolled her over, then rubbed his cock up and down her slit. She could take no more teasing and raised her hips so that the next pass found Marquis sinking his cock a third of the way into her tight pussy. Once started, there was no stopping. He began with slow, purposeful strokes driving all the way in, then backing all the way out - aimed at impressing her with his size and fullness. He was about an inch bigger than me in both dimensions. (I'm 6.5" and a little on the thick side).

All this while, I was trying to read and listen through the wall. All the emotions that everyone has ever talked about were going through me - and I had the hardest pipe I can ever remember. The door was closed for over three hours. I knew Marquis was getting the job done because you could hear the bedsprings, her voice, and his exertions coming through the wall.

Finally, the sounds subsided. I somewhat noisily got up from my hiding place and walked toward her bedroom door. I stepped into the room with a big smile. While Marquis looked on in shock, my girlfriend smiled back at me and got up and came to me. She proudly announced, "I'm glad you are here. Marquis just came in me." I said, "Oh, is that so?" I reached between her legs and couldn't believe what I was feeling. She's wet almost 24/7 - but never like this! She said, "No - he just came! Like gallons!"

I took her by the hand and led her back beside the bed where Marquis still laid with his eyes wide. I lay on the bed with my head hanging over the side, face up. She smiled at Marquis as she straddled my face while still standing. She held my head firmly in place, then bent her knees just enough to put her pussy right above my mouth. As she did, her sticky pussy lips peeled apart, releasing what indeed did seem like gallons of cum. As the white creamy cum poured out of her pussy, I lapped out it like a kitten would lap milk from a dish, swallowing it all. It seemed the most natural thing to do! When I had licked it all out of her, and there was no more to be had, she got up and laid down next to Marquis. She pulled me up beside her so she was sandwiched between her two lovers.

The three of us laid on the bed as we explained to Marquis that everything was cool. She was just an insatiable woman that needed more than what only one cock could give her.

Then I said, "In fact, I'll bet she's ready for more now."  He nodded his agreement, cupped a breast in his hand, and began to suck on it as she dreamily closed her eyes while I softly kissed her lips. In a moment, his rock-hard black cock was back inside her. Leaving her to her pleasure, I got up and went over to a chair and sat down to watch. My cock throbbing with every beat of my heart made me realize that I still hadn't had my release. But, I wanted to hold off as long as I could. As I watched Marquis demonstrate his talents, I saw positions I never heard of. In fact, one of our favorites we call 'Marquis's position' because he taught it to us, and it remains her favorite.

They fucked late in the night as I watched. Finally, exhausted, Marquis said his goodbyes and left. After seeing Marquis out, I returned to her bed and settled down beside her on the sopping wet sheets. We lightly stroked each other as our bodies hummed with sexual excitement now that we were reunited beside each other. Then she sat on my face to give me just a taste of her cum-filled pussy, before dragging her pussy down my chest, leaving a trail of cum and pussy juice. When her pussy reached my cock, it slid right into her, hardly feeling the walls but feeling more like I had entered a hot, wet cave. I asked her to go easy - as my balls were beyond blue.

As she slowly brought me the release I so desperately needed, she bent over and fed me each nipple, then brought her lips to mine. After an incredibly satisfying kiss, I asked her how the evening went from her standpoint. Her answer is etched into my memory: "Sex with Marquis was fantastic, I'll never forget this night and want to do it over and over again, but I LOVE you!"

That was my girlfriend's, soon to be my wife's, first time with a new cock. We enjoyed adventures with Marquis for three years until we married and moved away. We still remember him very fondly. Although she has had a long string of lovers over the years, Marquis was responsible for many more firsts, including taking her anal virginity. A fantastic sexual feat on her part, considering the size of his cock and her tight virginal rosebud. Marquis was intelligent, considerate, easy-going, personable - a man I could trust my wife with. Next to me, he is her hands-down favorite!