Melanie had come home from university a changed woman. Gone was the vanilla person that I had dated just after I graduated high school. She had been replaced by a wildly kinky, hedonistic, and sexual being. Our first time dating had been okay - she had been a distraction for me after I had broken up with my previous, long-term girlfriend. I liked her and our connection had been okay, but it wasn't great. We didn't really share a lot of common ideas or likes.
The truth was, her extreme and very religious upbringing was a big problem. I mean, her parents considered her rebellious (they caught her in bed with a previous boyfriend, so I guess she was), but their religious views coloured her perceptions of a lot of things. It made communication frustrating at times. I think that, after sex, she always felt guilty about what she had done, even (especially?) when she enjoyed it, so getting her to embrace anything even slightly kinky was nigh on impossible.
But I was a nineteen-year-old guy getting sex. Not a lot of it, but fairly regularly, even if it was somewhat uninspiring. She liked the...I'm going to call it "standard stuff", and, while she would suck me off, she did so reluctantly, and never to completion. She loved having my tongue between her legs, so I think she felt she had to reciprocate, but she wasn't particularly good at it and put no real effort into it.
However, even with getting regular sex, I found myself lusting after other girls that I knew were more adventurous. I mean, vanilla sex is still just vanilla sex, and, even as a young man, I knew my sexual proclivities were a little more on the kinky side. When she loudly balked at the idea of me tying her down to the bed, I knew it was time to move on.
But, oh my god, university had changed her! She was a different woman - more sure of herself, more aware of her sexuality, and definitely a hell of a lot kinkier. Apparently, much of it was thanks to her roommate for the last four years, Susie, who talked to Melanie frequently about her own sexual exploits and often had loud sex with her boyfriend while Melanie was in the room.
It was Susie who took Melanie to a sex toy store for the first time and eventually convinced her to buy her first dildo. It was Susie who convinced her to watch her first porno, and it was Susie who told her that she should shave her pubic hair. Most importantly, it was Susie who admitted to Melanie that she found her attractive and had fantasized about being with her. Melanie told me that when Susie seduced her, it was as if the final barrier had been eliminated. She called the experience "mind-blowing" and "life-altering". She reciprocated after Susie had given her "the best orgasm I'd ever had" and they had slept together several times after that.
Melanie thought for a time that she was a lesbian, and only slept with women for a couple of months before Susie convinced her to have a threesome with her and her boyfriend. In the space of four school years, she had gone from a vanilla woman to watching porn, to buying her first dildo, to having sex with another woman, to having fairly regular threesomes with Susie and her boyfriend, making a guy cum in her mouth (and swallowing), having anal sex, fucking a guy with a strap on, tying down and blindfolding multiple partners and having sex in a public place. All the hang-ups that had prevented her from trying anything ("that's too weird!", "that sounds wrong!", etc) were gone now. Susie had opened the door in a way no guy had ever been able to and Melanie may have initially stumbled through it but, eventually, she ripped the door right off its hinges. She said that being away from her parents and the religious influences had also helped her to let go of her hang-ups and the idea that certain acts were "too dirty" or "perverted". Sex, in all its forms, she now knew, was to be embraced and enjoyed.
Our first date after she came back had ended in an incredibly wild night during which she convinced me that I should explore my kinky side further. She had fucked me with a strap-on and I had loved it. I had never cum so hard. She had taken control completely and I had found it incredibly erotic and thrilling.
Since that date, we had seen each other regularly. And when we did, we couldn't control ourselves, really. Whenever we saw each other, all we wanted to do was to rip each other's clothes off. We couldn't keep our hands or mouths off each other. The sexual chemistry was just amazingly intense. Melanie liked to be in control most of the time, but she had let me tie her down to the bed once and I had teased her with my tongue, my cock, and a dildo for about an hour. I had her squirming, and when I finally slipped my cock into her, she came instantly. She demanded that I use her dildo on her, so I pulled my cock out and replaced it with the dildo which I pumped in and out of her hungry cunt as fast as I could.
"I want your cock, too," she cried, "Fuck me!"
Since she was now regularly fucking my ass with her strap-on, I thought it only fair that I fuck hers, too. I untied her and put her legs on my shoulders, raising her hips off the bed and allowing me access to her ass. As I continued to push the dildo inside her, I eased my cock into her back door. She moaned with pleasure as I fucked her ass with my cock and her pussy with the dildo. It was unbelievable. Her ass was tight, but welcoming (if that's the right word). It wanted my cock inside it and it felt like she was using her muscles to pull me as deep into her as possible. When I came, we both started shaking uncontrollably.
"We're definitely doing that again," she said.
Every time we had sex it seemed like it was the best sex I had ever had. She would come multiple times either from riding my face or masturbating or from the feeling of my cock and her dildo entering her simultaneously.
There were no quickies in this relationship, and I didn't want there to be.
And it was always on her schedule. Whenever she was horny, which was often, she would do something to make me instantly want to take her. If we were in public, she would see an attractive woman and start telling me how she would seduce her, and what she imagined she tasted like, or she would grab my hand and stick it up her skirt while we were seated at a table, pushing my fingers into her wet pussy, then whisper in my ear that I had to lick them clean or I would have blue balls that night. Or she would tell me that she needed me to eat her pussy. It was never a request. It was always a demand. And I loved it. It worked every time. I did whatever she said, whenever she said it.
It had only been a month since that first date that rekindled our relationship, but we had already had more sex than I had had in any other relationship, including my longest one.
Now we were about to make one of her fantasies come true. As the time grew closer I got more and more excited and turned on. Melanie was, unbelievably, even more insatiable as Saturday got closer.
Her friend, Pete, was due to come over to my apartment. We all knew why he was coming. Melanie had a "friends with benefits" relationship with him for a while before we reconnected, and she had told me about their escapades. In great detail. In fact, from her description, I knew pretty much exactly what his cock looked like.
During one of their escapades, she had shared her fantasy of being with two bisexual guys at the same time. Apparently, he immediately lit up at the idea. He had only had one experience with a man, but he had loved it. One drunken night at Uni, he had fucked a gay classmate at a party, and he told her he often masturbated while thinking about that. He had basically told this guy, who he knew found him attractive, that he had to blow him. Of course, the guy did, and Pete had gotten so turned on by the guy's willingness to do whatever he said, that he ended up fucking his willing ass on the bathroom floor. Now, the idea of controlling another man sexually made him extremely horny and he wanted to try it again.
Melanie had told Pete that her fantasy was that one of the two guys was me, and told him all about me, and they ended up fucking again. Apparently, Melanie gave him her ass and told him to use my name and pretend he was fucking me.
Anyway, he was due to arrive soon and Melanie was practically bursting with excitement. I had been so wrapped up and nervous about what was going to happen, that I had not asked Melanie about some of the particulars.
"Mel, I know the plan is that we are going to ...you know...suck him off together..."
"Yes?"
"Well, are you going to do anything else with him? I mean, I know you two have slept together before, so, I was wondering."
"Would it be a problem?"
"I want him to fuck you," I admitted, "but not to cum inside you."
"Okay. What else can I do with him? Can I fuck him with my strap-on? Can I sit on his face while you suck his cock?"
Her face was flushed and her voice seemed mildly irritated. She wanted those things. I knew she did.