Sexual Odyssey(m/f, f/f, f/f/m) by Tayla Disclaimer: The is a work of pure fiction intended for adult entertainment. Part 1 Today is my 32nd birthday. Sitting here on a beach chaise next to the pool, I am holding the diary I've kept since I was 16. My entries are limited to my numerous and varied sexual encounters. One day I may have my adventures published-- anonymously, of course. But right now, let me share a few of the more memorable ones with you. I went to camp that summer as I'd done for the past eight years. This year, though, I was a camp counselor with my own small cabin. Our adult camp advisor drove me pretty hard during the day. She implied that just because I was pretty and well-off didn't mean that I could get by without doing my job. I wasn't well-off. My mother was a widow and my grandmother provided the money for camp this year as she has for the last four. So what if I'm tall, curly blonde, blue-eyed and gorgeous to some people. I have values just like anyone else. The work ethic was instilled in me. My mother taught me well. But nothing I did was ever quite right for her. When I was called in for an incident over which I had no control, I decided to pack it in and quit after one month. That night, in bed, I cried myself to sleep. The little girls that I worked with were wonderful and I would miss them. I awoke later that night to a hand over my mouth followed by a hand on my breast that eventually moved beneath my thin gown. When I saw who it was, I was not afraid, just surprised. It was my adult advisor with lust in her eyes. Her own seven year old daughter was in the group of girls that I supervised! Without saying a word, she removed my gown, then dropped her robe. She was a tall woman of about 30, pretty with short, black hair and hazel eyes. She spread my legs, slowly rubbed my pussy, then went down on me. I let her eat her fill of me as I came, stuffing my gown in my mouth ti stifle my screams of joy. When she finally came up for air, she eased her pussy on mine, entwined our legs, locked our mouths and screwed me. The next morning I went to her office and withdrew my resignation. She smiled knowingly. She took me again that night and almost every other night thereafter until the season ended two months later. Oh, she still downed me verbally in front of the others counselors, but at night, in my darkened cabin, she ate all those mean words right out of my pussy and literally kissed my ass. Her sighs of pleasure or grunts of lust were the only sounds I ever heard as she fucked me. I learned a lot about my own pussy that summer--how it responds so much better to a touch other than my own, the joy it gave to her as she sucked it--and a lot about giving pleasure. Yes, I ate her pussy many of those nights while she ate mine. I've never told another living soul about this, but my pussy remembers. Part 2 Two months later my mom married a modestly wealthy man she met on a Caribbean cruise last year. She and I moved into his spacious home after the honeymoon. His son and I took and instant dislike to each other. He was 17 and I was 16. One Saturday morning three months later, I was lying on my bed reading a magazine. My door was open and I could hear Billy moving around in his room down the hall. Our parents had left early to hunt for antiques. Billy sounded restless, but that was not my problem. Ten minutes later I glanced up to see Billy standing in my doorway, naked, with the biggest and only dick I had ever seen. "Gee, Bill," I said "Do you know you're naked?" "I wanted to show you this, sister dear," he said, pointing to the boner. "I have an idea I'd like to run by you." "What could you have to say or do that would possibly interest me?" I peeked at his hard-on again. "What say you and I fool around a little. It's not like we're real sister and brother. I've been having these dreams about fucking you. You're making me mess up a lot of sheets." "I'm not making you do anything, you lecherous boy." But maybe I was. I was always half naked around the house. Like now, I was wearing a tight tank t-shirt, bikini panties and no bra. With my bedroom door open! Was I sending a subliminal message to Billy? "Look, Kirs, it's just that my hormones are raging and you're here and so fucking cute and sexy. Who in his right mind wouldn't want to fuck you? I have condoms--lots of them. We could learn how to do it with each other. Would you do it, Kirsten? I swear I'm about to burst." "Well, Billy, even though I don't like you all that much, I have had a few dreams about you, too. You know my mom and your dad can never find out, don't you?" Just like they can never know about my camp experience. I thought about the woman eating me and got wet. "Yes. Yes, Kirs," he said, his dick leading him into the room. I was pulling off my tee shirt and panties. Not able to hold himself back any longer, my step-brother held his dick and rubbed it over my already wet pussy lips. He already had a condom in is hand, certain of this conquest. He rolled it onto his rock-hard, young dick and began to push in slowly. He got half way in before my hymen stopped him. "Just do it, Billy. Break the damn thing and fuck me." Billy pushed, it popped and he started pumping in earnest. Billy was like an automaton as he jack-hammered into me. He bellowed loudly as he came hard a few minutes later. Billy's pumping in me felt really good, but I didn't come with him. He pulled out and rubbed my clit. Now this was something I knew about. I thought about her doing this to me as I came. Luckily, our parents were antique freaks. We were able to go at it the following Saturday. As I watched them pulling out of the drive, Billy was already standing in my room naked, dick sheathed. I took off my robe, lay down on the unmade bed, legs spread wide and said, "Come get your kitty, Bill." Billy surprised me when he didn't just dive right into me. He took the time to actually kiss me deeply and suck my titties while he rubbed my clit and eased his fingers into me, bringing me to orgasm. Billy rose, poised himself over me, then plunged in hard and deep. I came again on impact. Then I lay back, screwing my ass, letting Billy take his due. He was not a "few minutes man" today. He had a more control and used it to lengthen his fucking. When he was about to cum, he would pull out completely and kiss me deeply while he waited. He did this so many times, but each time he plunged back into me, it was like we were just starting out. When Billy finally came, it was nothing less than monumental. He took me three more times before our parents returned in the late afternoon. Billy promised that we would learn to suck each other next time. Next time came when they went to a dinner party in the middle of the week. We were a little awkward at first, but we learned quickly as we ate each other to orgasm. Having had my pussy eaten many times, I knew what my pleasure would be like when Billy's mouth found me. With time to spare before they returned, Billy said he'd like to try one more thing. Did Billy's thing ever get soft? I don't think so. Boys that age think with their dicks. He put me on all fours to take me from behind. He slid his dick easily into my already wet pussy as I pushed my ass back to him. He pulled back too far, then slipped out. When he attempted to re-enter, his dick missed its mark and was pushing at my asshole. Now that felt good! "Billy, put it in my ass. Pull my cheeks open and stuff it in!" I said excitedly. This was merely another challenge for my wonder-dick brother--one that made him even harder. He slowly pushed steel into my tight asshole until the shaft was buried to the hilt. Billy started shaking from side to side moving his dick in my ass. I was so filled up, my asshole was hurting and so heavy as I squeezed him. Billy plunged his dick in and out of my hole non-stop. We came together after--me for the third time, him the first--he pushed me down on the bed, dick still screwing in my ass. No matter what other fucking I would do in life, I decided then and there, that if I was to be penetrated by a man, my ass would be the primary hole. Billy and I mainly ass-fucked whenever we got the chance for the next year until he went off to college. We were both experts by the time he left. Part 3 I left home for college a year later after a fantastic summer of "camp counseling." Luckily, I did not have to live in a dormitory. I was able to rent a small cottage on the property of a young university couple. They were both assistant professors at the university and lived a mere mile away. They invited me over for a drink a few days after I moved in. They were your typical preppy, movers and shakers type. He was darkly handsome and she a pale red-head--a nice looking couple. After a few drinks, they informed me that many girls had looked at the apartment, but they saw something in me that they liked over the others. "What is that, Mrs. Giroir?" I asked. "Well," she said, looking at her husband, "we wanted someone with whom we could form a bond--a sexual bond." "In other words, a third fuck partner. And I look like the kind of person who would do something like that?" "We don't mean to offend. We just thought..." "You thought right, Mrs. Giroir. I would be delighted. I've had both sexes and enjoy them both." "John, this is so exciting, isn't it," she turned to her husband, touching his arm. "Wonderful, darling," he said eyeing me. "Wonderful. When can we do this? Tonight? I'm certainly ready." "Tonight is fine with me. I just happen to be a little bit horny," I said unbuttoning my blouse, revealing a lace push-up bra. She was licking her lips at the sight. "Kirsten, we each like to watch as the other fucks. The three of us will rarely be in bed together." "No problem. Who's fucking now and who's watching?" I asked, smiling, as I continued undressing. "Are we doing it here?" "Honey, it's been such a long time since you've had any pussy. You go first," the husband acquiesced. "I'll wait my turn watching you." "Kirsten, let's go to our bedroom," she said loosening her clothing. Her husband followed us into the mirrored room. Mrs. Giroir was insatiable as she kissed me, ate me and screwed me over and over. She said that it would not be necessary for me to suck her. Her husband could do that just fine later. The feel of female flesh and the taste, texture and smell of pussy were what turned her on. As I came on Mrs. Giroir's tongue again, I glanced in a mirror at Mr. Giroir sitting in a chair nearby rubbing a massive hard-on. I intended to have that thing up my ass tonight! An exhausted Mrs. Giroir got hers but good, pulled away and sat in her husband's chair to watch him get his. He positioned me on all fours at the foot of the bed. Without preliminaries, he pushed his dick in my pussy and started humping. He got a nice rhythm going, pushing his 8-inch dick in me. "Can you take me in your ass, Kirsten?" "Oh, yes, please, Mr. Giroir," I screamed. This was even better I thought. "Put it in now, please." Mr. Giroir, John, staked out my asshole as his territory. In superb control of his dick, he plunged, plundered, pounded his 8-inch dick in my ass like the expert he was. I knew I was home as he took me. In their mirrors, I could see his sweating and gleaming body beating at mine. In another mirror I could see his wife and hear her oohing and aahing at his strokes as she rubbed her slit. When John pulled me up by my shoulders as he continued to screw me, it was almost the same as when my step-brother did it. I lost it then-completely. I started cumming--long hard spasms, contracting against his dick as he rubbed me slowly. "You like this, don't you, kitten? Listen at yourself purr. I felt you cumming. Now I'm about to cum. Sqeeze me as I cum, kitten." With that, John let loose, practically roaring as he gave me his load. He probably had as much cum as a 17-year old Billy. I left them in bed and let myself out. This was the scenario, more or less, once a week, sometimes more, for the next four years. We each got what we wanted. Anne satisfied her taste for pussy and John, I'm sure, was sometimes fucking some man in his mind as he used my body. No problem. Everyone is a latent homosexual. Getting and getting the pleasures we crave is what's most important. Part 4 I was not theirs exclusively. Once a week was hardly enough for me. A week ago, a group from my Psychology class went to a little off-campus soul food restaurant. The owner was a big-boned and heavy-breasted black woman. She was not overweight, just robust and healthy looking. Her brownish-black hair was pulled tightly from her light brown face in a french twist. The face was lightly made-up and lovely. I could barely keep my eyes off her as she roamed around the room making sure her diners were happy. Purposely, I let my address book slide from my purse underneath the table so that I would have an excuse to go back later. She called me at closing time to report finding the book. I went right over to collect it. "Thanks so much for calling me. You know my name is Kirsten. And you are?" "Matty, honey. Short for Mathilda. Don't you just hate the name Mathilda? I'm only 38, but it sounds like I should be 70." After stopping for breath, Matty smiled and said, "Kirsten, girl, are you in the life? I sure hope you are. I just love eating skinny white girls." "Well, Matty, I swing both ways. And I'm very attracted to you." "Good, sugar. Let me just lock up. There's a small bedroom and bath upstairs. Go on up and get comfortable." Whatever she had in mind, I was hot and I was game. I was removing my clothing, the little I was wearing, when she came in. She stopped to watch then began removing hers. She was a magnificient specimen of womanhood. He breasts were big but not sagging, the stomach flat, the hips broad but shapely. I knew I could lose myself on that. She stretched out on the bed, gathered up her breasts together and said, "Come to mama, Kirsten." Hot, I rushed to her, straddled her body and brought my pussy to the tits she held. I let it slide all over those long, hard nipples and accumulated flesh. I worked my self into a frenzy as I manuevered my pussy on her. "That's real sweet, honey. I've never had that done before. You're make Matty cum doing that, honey," she moaned as I screwed her breasts, feeling her nipples poking at my hole. "I want you to cum on them. Screw them harder, honey. They won't break. Cum on mama's titties, sugar." A few more turns of my ass and thrusts of my pussy, she had her wish, complete with the day's supply of pussy juice. "Matty, eat me now," I pleaded as I moved my pussy to her face. There is something to be said for being big. This big woman had a long, thick tongue and knew how to use it. She sucked, licked, jammed her tongue in me. I rode that erect tongue like I would a dick, screaming, cumming the whole time as I fucked it. There was also the sorority sister selling magazine subscriptions. She had parked her sales book on top of my things when we were in the restroom at the library. I was flipping through her book when she came out of the stall. We struck up a conversation and I invited her back to my place for an explanation of her products. My mom and step-dad recently sent me my usual and very generous allowance to spend as I wished. I was not into sororities--I was too busy satisfying other needs--but I knew they provided services to the community. Needless to say, something sparked between us. In practically no time at all, that soror had me on my hands and knees, begging for mercy, as she, armed with her strap-on dick, put a fucking in my ass the likes of which I'd never had from a woman. Part 5 Of course, I had many other little episodes along the way during my four years. There was the big guy from a cattle ranch in Oklahoma. No problem getting old Hoss to take my ass! He was right back on the farm as he humped me all night. I reminded a lonely dark-haired Wisconsin beauty named Sarah of her lover who had graduated and married. In her dorm room, she cried as she ate my pussy repeatedly, mumbling her lover's name. It sounded like Beth. Then there was the delicate young Chinese woman from the laundry where I took my clothes. Mai-Lin brought my clothes one Saturday morning just as I was getting out of the shower. I opened the door clothed only in a towel. There was still water in my ears, but I heard when she said, "Mai-Lin lika you, pretty lady. Mai-Lin, she sucka your pussy good. You want?" Well, I dropped my towel and pulled her in. She stripped quickly as she followed me to the bedroom. When I lay back on the bed, Mai-Lin, small as a girl, climbed all over me, rubbing and sighing. She was true to her word as I came many times in that tiny mouth. Through all of this fucking, I was still on the Dean's List. I was also on his wife, sucking her pussy in the upstairs bathroom of their home when I was invited to an Honors Tea. I tried to get him too, but he didn't want to do it in my ass. His married son, a headmaster at a boys' school, did just fine in his place. Part 6 My looks and brains paid off for me. I got a job as a local television reporter, then two years later was given my own local talk show which really took off. You would think I'd be tired of so much sex by now. NOT! As it turns out sex and the show were tied together. I found that I was at my absolute best when I was fucked just before I went on. My assistant, an ambitious young black lady, was secretly providing pussy at that time. My, but that girl had the longest clit! But my needs got greater. I wanted to be fucked in the ass before I went on, too. The answer to my prayer came in the form of Juan, a handsome 20-year old studio worker/exchange student from South America. I accidently got a glimpse of his tool when I walked in on him using my bathroom. "I'm sorry Miss Kirsten. I did not know you were in the studio." "That's ok, Juan. My, you have a large..." I said pointing to his dick. It was at least 10 inches and slightly hard. "Juan, have you ever put your penis into a woman's ass?" "Many times, Miss Kirsten. The women at home, they like it best. Good pleasure, no babies." "I like it best, too, Juan. Would you consider doing it with me every day before I go on the air?" "I would be honored to be of assistance to you, Miss Kirsten, " he said, bowing. "Good. Good. Tomorrow in my dressing room at 1 p.m. Don't be late." Juan was there and hard as a rock at 12:45. We lubed up and he went in. Lord, did he go in! I'd never had a dick as long or as round in my ass before. I was in hog heaven as his young body worked me over. I was cumming before I knew I was cumming. Juan kept battering and ramming, pulling my cheeks apart, jamming his thing in my ass. When I begged him to stop after I'd cum so much, he let loose with a load the likes of which I'd never seen before in one condom. Juan apologized, thinking he took me too roughly. He said he hadn't had any since he left home three months ago. "You'll always have ass here, Juan, if I'm around. You'll be one of my assistants. I want you here everyday at one doing what you did today." Juan was pretty much faithful to his duties. When he could not get there on time, one of my new female assistants serviced me. I believe they were all a little afraid if me because when I fucked one of them, it was wild and hard. That's just who I am. I overheard one girl remark that she was sore three days after I fucked her. I was brilliant the day I dragged myself away from her pussy. Juan finished graduate school and moved away the year my show went off the air. Part 7 That same year, I met, fell in love with and married a banker six years my senior. I was 30. My husband loved to fuck in my ass, but I had to give in occasionally and let him have some pussy. No problem. I didn't mind doing it because I did nothing else except spend his money. When we traveled outside the country, my husband indulged me and arranged for some discreet little threesomes with beautiful women. Our travel agent knew just what he wanted. When he opened our hotel door to a tall, blonde, blue-eyed "tour guide" in Sweden, he was taken aback because Inga looked so much like me. He was on fire as he walked around the room, watching me from every angle, as I fucked my double. He had to wait his turn. In Paris, a sweet little Colette modeled lingerie in the hotel room. The girl spouted her lust in her native tongue as I tore her brief panties to get at her pussy. As I ate her, my husband eased his dick into my ass. When Colette wrote us later and asked for help to come to America, my husband used his connections to get her a job at a fashion house. Whenever he was away on business trips, he allowed me have Colette, who was lesbian, over for some fun, but only after all the servants were dismissed. I had some great times in the rooms of my large house with that hot-blooded 19-year old girl and the "toys" she brought with her. Part 8 My husband just called to say that he'd sent a car to the airport to pick up one my birthday gifts. After drinks and dinner, the three of us--he, Inga(my gift)and I--would be driving up to the cabin in the mountains for the weekend. On the drive up, in our partitioned limousine, my husband and I got an early start on Inga. She loved having the two of us kiss her and feel her up in the back of the car. I got to fuck her first. It was MY birthday, after all! A good time is sure to be had by all.