In part 1, Brad helped me train to be a slut in high school, in my late teens.

In part 2, Lance helped me to graduate from fucking high school boys to college men. By the time I earned my college degree, 16 cocks had been down my throat, and 8 up my pussy. And I had turned bi, with the hottest brunette on campus as my lesbian partner to this day.

As the college yearbook photographer, Lance took photos of just about everything. Including our hook-ups. He would place a camera on a tripod, and set the auto-shutter on thirty second intervals. Ever since then, I have photographed all of my sex. I review all of my photos, keep my favorites, and delete the rest.

I graduated college at age 21, with an official degree in engineering, and an unofficial degree in slutdom. I was and still am proud of both.

One of our professors had arranged jobs for my Tina and me, since we had two of the highest grade-point averages at the university. The jobs were 80 miles from campus, at two different companies in the same city.

So, Tina and I packed up and moved to a new city. We rented an apartment together. Tina and I had no problem finding one-night stands, so neither of us slept alone much. Two or three nights each week, I slept with Tina in her bed or she slept with me in my bed.

Neither of our jobs were going to make us rich, but we were solidly middle class, and both working on some interesting engineering projects.

It didn’t take either of us long to find some of the finest cocks in our new hometown. Some of these guys were total assholes.  and didn’t get invited back into our bed. The best of the best of the cocks got to slip into us both, either serially or as a threesome. We both did all right as far as the cock department went, but few of them were worthy of boyfriend status, and none of them were husband material.

One guy had a beautiful 8-inch black cock, and he had the honor of repeat invites into my bed and Tina’s bed, and the occasional threesome. Most guys got only one of us, and on our couch. But this guy would stretch Tina and me out so good, he got frequent repeat invites from jus both.

Another guy was from India, always dressed impeccably, and it was fun to undress him. He had a nice caramel-color cock, 7 inches long, so thick and ssooo hard. I always loved how powerfully he throbbed in my throat. Tina rode him a few times, but having had several dark-haired beauties in his native India, Tina wasn’t as exotic to him as I was, being an Irish-American redhead. My pale complexion, red hair, and super tight pussy seemed to excite him more than Tiina did. He always came so hard inside of me, and I loved it.

After about a year at our jobs, my boss told me he was very impressed by my work. They were opening a new office in Savannah, Georgia, and he wanted me to head up the small engineering team there. I would have five employees reporting to me. I was only 22.

I talked it over with Tina. We found her a job in Savannah. And we found a couple of nice houses in a Savannah suburb, not too far from each other. The brainiac sluts were moving up in the world.

One day, Tina was standing in line at the supermarket checkout cashier. The guy in front of her was all arm and leg muscles, barely hidden in a t-shirt and shorts. They began a conversation about food prices.

“Some foods are worth the price increases,” Tina offered. They began a conversation about each other’s favorite foods. They had many favorite foods in common. This topic soon turned to shared favorite sexual acts.

“I love sucking cock,” Tina offered. “I won a Best Blowjob contest three years ago.”

Her boldness didn’t shock this guy at all.

They traded names, his was Roderick, and he added “Rod, for short.”

Tina teased, “Is your Rod short?”

“Invite me to your place and find out for yourself.”

“Rod for short” turned out not to have a short rod at all. Tina said he really stretched her out and filled her up.

Rod was a frequent guest at Tina’s house after that. He and Tina fucked in her bed, on her couch, on the kitchen counter, in the shower, in her car, in his car.

Tina was in a happy mood all the time now. And her happy mood was reflected in the lovemaking between Tina and me, which we continued two to three times every week.

I quickly found a new boyfriend, too - just before Christmas. But it was the toughest relationship of my life. He looked for every excuse to hurl insults at me. He didn’t like sex much, and my slut skills seemed to intimidate him.

I would beg him to let me suck his six-inch long by one-inch wide white cock, but he always said no. In a year of dating, I never got to taste his cock, not even once. The closest he would let my mouth get to his cock, was kisses on his belly and thighs, while I wrapped my hand around his cock. For a joyous cock-loving slut like me, that was frustrating as hell.

He didn’t much like that I was bi, either.

My boyfriend got really upset when we double-dated with Tina and Rod. Tina slid seductively under the restaurant table, and quite loudly started licking at my pussy. My date could tell by my big smile, that I was getting a lot more sexual enjoyment than his stinginess about applying his cock, had ever given me. He harangued me about this for days.

I angrily told him that if he couldn’t speak nicely to me, if he continued to refuse to fuck me very hard, I would dump him.

After a month, nothing had changed, and I kicked his sorry ass to the curb. I never did get to taste his cock.

Although I had broken up with him, it was sad for me, to no longer have a man of my own, even am insufferable bastard like him.

One night, as Rod was relentlessly ramming Tina’s pussy into joyous and erotic ecstasy, Tina asked Rod if he would let me join them, to cheer me up.

Tina invited me to spend the next night in her guest bedroom, but she was very mysterious about this invitation.

Tina entered the guest bedroom from the living room, smiling, naked, sperm dripping down her leg. “I have a present for you, to cheer you up now that you no longer have a man of your own.”

I put my hand on Tina’s sperm-filled pussy, then kissed her there.

“Not me, silly.”

Then Tina called out “come in now, stud.”

Rod was shirtless and barefoot, in just tight jeans and a belt.

“Have fun, Bree,” Tina smiled, returning to her bedroom, and closing the guest room door behind her.

“So,” I grinned, “Tina tells me your cock is fookin’ huge.”

“You’ll have to find that out for yourself.”

His bulge ran all the way up the front of his jeans.

I tugged his belt open. A little of the cock-head sprang out above his waistband. “Mmmm,” I licked my lips.

I unzipped him, and out sprang nine inches of glowing red cock, so fat, a whole inch and a half across.

I cupped his balls in my left hand, and began a long, slow lick all the way up his endless, glowing-red shaft. I licked slow circles around and around and around the very pretty cock-head. I had to practically unhinge my jaw to cram all that cock down my throat.

Rod let out a hella loud groan as he exploded. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. I had never had a cock like that before! Ever!

Our joyous moans brought naked Tina bouncing joyfully back into our bedroom.

“Now I understand,” I smiled, “why you’re always sssoooo happy!”

“He is yummy, isn’t he?” Tina lovingly kissed all over her man’s enormous dick, licking off his sperm and my saliva.

Tina leaned down and kissed my pussy. It was wet, open, and very hungry, so cock-hungry.

Tina grabbed her man in both hands, and slowly worked him into me. I opened my legs wide as Rod slipped down, down, down.

Tina released Rod’s cock from her hands. I wrapped my legs around Rod, digging my feet into his cute butt, forcing his huge cock into me, down to his balls. We both shuddered hard, and came even harder.

I raised my legs straight up onto Rod’s shoulders. Even my college stud-god Lance had never entered me that deep. My hungry pussy contracted and contracted and contracted, through four, five, six powerful orgasms. He exploded sperm into me, by the gallon.

“Fuck her good, baby.”

Rod pounded me mercilessly, and I absolutely loved it.

When Rod finally softened and withdrew, Tina licked up all of her man’s sperm and my juices out of my messy pussy. Then she nibbled my clit until there wasn’t a millimeter of her face not covered in my juices.

We three all fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs.

In the morning, I couldn’t even remember my ex-boyfriend’s name. He was a forgotten memory now, and good riddance.  Tina and Rod and I had everything we needed. Or so we thought.

 *******

Feb. 14, 2018. Valentine’s Day. The day my life became wonderful and amazing.*

Tina and Rod had plans to paint the town for Valentine’s Day, and they had booked a hotel room where Rod would smash Tina’s pretty, lightly furred pussy all night.

One of my staff told me about a singles dance on Valentine’s Day. She knew I hadn’t had a cock I could call my own in two months. I didn’t want to go. But she convinced me that, even though it wouldn’t lead to the love of my life, I would get to dance in the arms of a few hot men, maybe even get lucky to find myself a one-night stand. It beats sitting home alone.

The singles all had a catered dinner. Then the band began to play. The emcee had all the women form an inner circle dancing clockwise, looking outward, while the men formed an outer circle dancing counterclockwise, looking inward.

When the music stopped, you were supposed to dance with whoever was facing you.

The first guy was a bit short for my tastes, and when he started to talk about his work as an insurance sales agent, my eyes glazed over in boredom.

Second guy was tall and handsome, but when the third dance started, he grabbed some cheap blonde airhead.

I sat out the next dance.

I rejoined the inner circle. When the music paused, I was facing this towering hunk of pure raw masculinity. He swept me up in his powerful muscular arms, and skillfully waltzed me around the dance floor. Did I mention he was black, sexy as hell, and god-damned drop-dead GORGEOUS?

As we danced close, I noticed he had the thickest bulge I’d ever seen, running all the way up the front of his tailored suit trousers, right to his waist band. He looked even bigger than Tina’s impressive boyfriend.

I stepped closer toward this black dream, this magnificent stud god. I could feel him throbbing against the front of my short, short skirt – I had no panties underneath, and it was all I could do to keep from flooding the dance floor with my juices.

I told him my name is Bree, and he introduced himself as Ted.

The music paused again, and a gangly, awkward guy headed toward me. I wrapped myself around Ted, and he waltzed me back onto the dance floor.

It felt good to be in his arms, and mmm that hard cock against my belly was putting me in such a happy mood.  It had been too long, way too long.

Before we knew it, the band was packing up to go home.

“Let me drive you home, Ted,” I offered.

“I have my car here.” His voice was so deep, a baritone, think James Earl Jones without the Darth Vader menace in his tone. Think sexy and masculine and mmmm a voice so quintessentially masculine, so damned fuckin’ hot, it’ll melt your pussy.

“Not to your home, silly….to MY home!”

As we drove to my house, I kept trying to picture what Ted’s enormous black cock must look like. I was working myself up into excitement.

I unlocked my front door, pulled him inside, kicked the door shut, and right there in my foyer, I dropped to my knees and unzipped him.

Holy hell! Mother nature had given Ted three generous helpings of cock. No wonder my last boyfriend had been so tiny. All of the cock he should have had, had been given to Ted instead. Nothing I had been daydreaming about him, measured up to how gorgeous his big, hard, powerfully throbbing gem of a black cock actually is.

Instinctively, I grabbed his powerfully throbbing cock to steady it. I took a long, very slow lick from his balls, all the way up his gorgeous black shaft, to the cock-head. It took no effort to take all that cock into my small mouth. His cock tasted so yummy, and his sperm tasted even better. Making this gorgeous hunk of black studliness come so hard down my throat, made me feel so proud of my talents.

He scooped me up in his powerful muscular arms, and gently set me face-up on my bed. His cock head just barely touched my very wet pussy, he hadn’t even entered me, when I trembled from head to toe, and burst forth in an intense explosion of girl-come.

You wouldn’t expect an experienced slut like me to react that powerfully, before he had even fucked me yet. But this man was different, he and his whale-sized gorgeous black cock were in a league of their own.

When Ted finally sank all the way into me, slowly, inch by inch. I came ssooo hard! I shut my eyes tight, and the inside of my eyelids filled with a bright white light. I felt momentarily blind. Then he exploded into me, in depths I didn’t even know I had inside of me.

He put me on my hands and knees, and doggy fucked me. His hands pushed down my lower back, until I was flat on my belly, in prone-bone position. His hands gently spread my ass cheeks wide apart. His cock slid between my cheeks, and deep into the back of my wet, open, hungry pussy. I had never been fucked this way before, and he was clearly very good at it. We both came hard, at the same moment.

This man, this amazing and wonderful man, who I hadn’t even met yet four hours earlier, fucked me from behind so good. I had been moaning, but when I thoroughly soaked his enormous and gorgeous cock in my juices, I let out a very loud YES. At that very second, I knew that 1. I had just fallen in love with this stranger, 2. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, and 3. If he didn’t fuck me that hard at least twice a day, every day for the rest of my life, I would surely completely lose my fuckin’ mind!

After the dance, Ted and I started around midnight, and didn’t stop sucking and fucking each other until well past noon the next day.

We ate lunch together naked in the kitchen, then we showered together. He bent me over at the waist and once again slid through my ass, sssooo deep into my pussy. We fucked standing-up in the shower, then I dropped to my knees, and in two seconds I had him balls deep down my throat.

I don’t think I’d ever been this happy before, as I was at that very moment. Back to bed until the next morning. I called in sick to work the next two days, and so did Ted. For three magical days, we barely ever came up from the sex, to breathe.

The morning after I met Ted, I called my mom. “I found him, mom. The one I did all those years of slut training for.

“His name in Theoddus, but everyone calls him Ted.  He manages the men’s clothing department of a local department store. He’s tall, fuckin’ gorgeous, all muscle from arms to chest to legs…and he’s black.

“What? Yes, mom, he’s a bbc. Nine inches long. Yeah, and two inches across. Oh mom, my pussy has never been stretched this wide! Ever! Oh mom, I love him, he’s the one.

“Gotta go now, mom. Why? Because he just told me he’s going to flood my ass with his sperm, that’s why. What do you mean, stay on the phone?”

Ted grabbed the phone. “Hey mom, I love your daughter.”

Ted stepped up behind my bent-over body, and he slammed his gigantic cock deep into my ass, in one swift stroke.

“Oh god yes, FUCK my ass!”

“Oh, Bree,” I heard mom on the phone. “I’m so PROUD of you right now! You’re out-slutting even your dear old mom. Sssoooooo proud of you!”

“Yes, yes POUND my ass. Mmmm, yyyeeeessss!”

“I’m SMASHING your daughter!” Ted yelled.

“And he’s so damned fuckin’ GOOD at it, mom.”

“I’m so PROUD of you,” dad piped in over the phone. “Never give up on your dreams.”

In those first three days of non-stop sex, I must have said “I love you, Ted” a dozen  times, and he always replied “I love you too, Bree.” Usually while slamming himself deep into me. This is the life I wanted, this is the life I dreamed of, this is the life I trained for.

Ted is THE one, THE guy, my one and only, my soul mate, the love of my life. We both knew it then, and we still know it now. And I know I’m the luckiest woman who ever lived. Because I’m his and he’s mine.

After three days of almost non-stop lovemaking, we both returned to work. I finally drove Ted back to his car, and he used it to drive to work. I told him, after work, drive to my house, not to his.

I left my office early, changed into white lace bra, with matching panties, and white garters, with sheer white stockings. I greeted Ted at the door that way. He lifted me in his arms, nearly threw me on my bed, pulled my panties to one side, and dove in face first. I had never, ever been eaten that skillfully before. He was relentless, not taking a breath until I had come on his face three times.

I climbed off the bed, knelt on my knees, and sucked him balls deep. His cock flared out even thicker, and exploded. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. But his supply of sperm seemed to be endless. My mouth and throat were full of sperm, a little stream trickled out the corner of my mouth, which Ted kissed away. I had eight orgasms that night, and Ted had five.

That first morning all wrapped up in his loving arms, I told him that if he wanted to be my boyfriend, he would have to fuck me at least twice a day, every day. No exceptions. Six years later, he’s never yet broken that promise to me.

A week after Ted and I met, we moved all his belongings into my house.

One time as he was slowly plunging deep into me, I gazed into his eyes and told him “I love how your big black cock stretches me out.”

Ted let out a short, soft laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“It’s just that my last girlfriend was always whining that my cock is too big.”

“She sounds like an idiot. Didn’t she know how lucky she was to have such a big cock fucking her so powerfully? Oh well, her loss is definitely my gain. I feel so honored, with a cock like yours you could have any pussy you want. How lucky and how flattered I am, that you want MY pussy.” 

His huge cock throbbed against my g-spot, and I came sssoooooooo hard.

“My ex was also a moron. We dated for a year, and he never once let me suck his cock.”

“Are you telling me you want to suck my cock right now?”

“Mmmm-HMMMM!” I purred.

He slid out of my sperm-filled pussy.

I licked slow circles around and around his gorgeous cock-head. I licked up and down his endless dark chocolate shaft. Then I sucked him slowly, until his balls were against my teeth. I slurped him loudly. When he exploded, I savored his sweet taste on my tongue for several seconds, before I eagerly gulped down his gallons of sperm. He exploded a second time, straight down my throat.

I told him my ex would never have let me do that.

“Baby, I love the way you suck me. You can suck my cock like that any time you want.”

“Even in public?”

“Even better! Show off to the whole world what a sweet little slut I found.”

“I’ll always be YOUR sweet little slut,” I kissed him.

That started a new tradition between us. He will gaze so lovingly into my eyes, and in that pussy-melting deep baritone voice of his, he’ll call me “my sweet little slut.” Then he’ll kiss me, while slowly and lovingly sliding his enormous black dick into me, until both my heart and my pussy feel so much love for, and love from, this wonderful man of mine.

Our first date not in bed, since the dance, was dinner and a movie. We came back to my place. I watched Ted strip for me, which had me super turned on. He had me lie face-up on the bed, fully clothed. He nestled his glorious naked body between my thighs, as if to fuck me, and he kissed my mouth. And he kissed me, and kissed me, and KISSED me.

I came hard. He unbuttoned my blouse and took it off of me. Then he stopped, leaving the rest of my clothing on me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, struggling to remain calm.

“It’s a new game I invented,” he smiled at me, “Every time I make you come, I take an item of clothing off of you.”

He lay back on top of me. Even through my skirt, I could feel the powerful throbbing of his magnificent nine-inch black cock. “YES!!!!” I yelled, as orgasm number two washed over me from head to toe.

Ted unzipped the side of my skirt, and peeled it off of me.

He began to dry-hump against my tiny white thong panties.

“FUCK!” I yelled. My third orgasm.

Ted had me sit up. He unhooked my bra and tossed it on my bedroom floor.

Back to dry-humping my panties, while kissing my mouth. His humping wasn’t dry for long, as my fifth orgasm erupted. My drenched panties joined my bra on my bedroom floor.

Slowly, ever so slowly, “the one my womb loves best” slid into me, until the cock-head was just under my belly button. In and out and in and out and in and out and….

“Yes, yes, YES! FUCK me!” Orgasm number six.

I soaked his cock, my belly, and my thighs. And the bedsheets.

Off with my socks, we were both naked now, and he was finally in my pussy, where he belongs.

He upped the pace of his thrusts. Faster and faster and faster, deeper, harder. Relentless.

“I fuckin LOVE you,” I screamed. Orgasm number seven.

I… (thrust) love…. (throb) you …. (pound mercilessly) too…..(explode)

14 orgasms for me, 8 for him.

Of course I told Tina all about my Ted, showed her photos of how beautiful he looks naked, and introduced my two best lovers to each other. But I told Tina that I wanted Ted all to myself for three months, and until then, he was strictly hands-off for her.

I told Ted that my continuing sex with Tina was not negotiable. He kissed me and slid back into me, and told me he only wants my happiness.

Next to his powerful fuckings of me, my second favorite time of day was cuddling-up in Ted’s loving arms, my face resting on his super sexy chest, and engaging in pillow talk about our lives before we met.

The most surprising pillow-talk revelation was that we both had to be pressured into attending the dance where we met. Ted’s female cousin persuaded him to go. One of my staff persuaded me. But fate overpowered our stubbornness. We met and fell in love, as we were fated to do. His cock and my pussy get so much loving attention from each other now, and we both love that.

One day, Ted and I had been loving and fucking each other for three months. I kept my promise, and I invited Tina over for dinner. I told her that Ted was no longer off limits for her.

Tina quickly stripped Ted. She sucked him and rode him, then she got on all fours, and Ted slid into depths even her Rod had never reached before.  

I love Ted, I love Tina, and I love watching them so thoroughly enjoying each other.

Ted and I had been dating, and mostly fucking each other senseless, for six months. One evening, I was in seventh heaven, joyously sucking his cock. He held my left hand as I sucked him, which I thought was so sweet and romantic.

Then he withdrew his hand, gazed deeply into my eyes, and said “I love you. Will you marry me?”

I looked at my left hand. A gold band with an enormous shimmering diamond.

I looked down at my freshly fucked pussy, slowly dripping sperm onto my thighs.

I shoved Ted flat on his back on the bed. I stretched myself face-down on top of him, grabbed his saliva-covered cock in both hands, and stuffed him into my very wet pussy. I began slowly riding him. “Yes, yes, a thousand times YES, I will marry you.” I kissed his mouth and came all over his throbbing cock. He shuddered and filled me full of sperm.

A framed photo of my enthusiastic, cock-riding yes to his marriage proposal, has hung on our bedroom wall ever since.

I looked at my engagement ring.

“You know what this ring means, right? It means your gorgeous black cock is mine now, forever and ever.”