A week had gone by since my encounter with Kayla. A routine service call had turned into my first blowjob, from a woman that was seventeen years my senior. When I saw my customer list for the following day, Kayla’s name was front and center.
Growing up in a super-religious home, my parents taught me that anything other than missionary sex with a married partner was strictly taboo. I was taught that oral sex was a mortal sin. My wife was taught that having sex while menstruating was a mortal sin. We had been married for three years (we were both nineteen when we tied the knot) and we had only had sex a handful of times. Every time, my wife would cry as though she were in pain.
As a result, I was horribly sexually repressed. A couple of times a week, I would tell my wife I was going to the mall but would actually sneak to the adult theater a few miles from our apartment and rub one out in a private booth. My encounter with Kayla awakened a whole new part of my sexuality that I never knew existed.
Throughout the week, my wife never suspected a thing, even though I was taking multiple showers every day to relive the entire experience in my mind while furiously jerking my cock.
I called Kayla in the morning to see if she wanted me to make her service call the last one for the day.
“Absolutely,” she said. “And when you get to the house, just come in the front door. The damaged nightstand is in the bedroom down the hall.”
I was so naïve and stupid, I actually thought I was going to have to repair the nightstand. I was also a nervous wreck. Not only was I eager to commit adultery, but just the idea of committing such a major sin made me ridiculously excited. Even though I was overflowing with anticipation, I could never have predicted what was going to happen.
It was mid-afternoon when I walked through Kayla’s front door. I could hear music coming from down the hallway. Carrying my repair kit and a clipboard, I walked down the hallway until I came to Kayla’s open bedroom door.
The shades were pulled and the room was lit by candlelight. Kayla was standing next to her king-sized bed. She was wearing black high heels and a pink silk robe.
During my first visit, Kayla struck me as a typical housewife in her late thirties. On this visit, she looked altogether different. Even though Kayla was barely five feet tall, her four-inch heels made her look a lot taller. Her long curly blonde hair spilled down over her shoulders. Her azure blue eyes radiated primal lust. Kayla was under 100 pounds and very fit for her age, with curvy hips and a small, tight butt.
Without saying a word, Kayla opened her robe and let it fall to the floor. On full display were her massive double-D breasts, with large nipples and pink areolas. How had I not noticed her amazing breasts during my first visit?
Kayla also had cute freckles all over her body, including her chest, hips, and legs. Her thighs and calves were toned yet soft, and her high heels caused her leg muscles to flex.
I was overwhelmed with desire but had no idea what to do. While I didn’t realize it at the time, Kayla was well aware of my lack of sexual experience. Her intent was to take a firm hold on my raw youthful sexual energy and mold me into her own personal fuck toy.
Kayla slowly walked over to greet me. Her gorgeous body moved like a living work of art.
Taking the repair kit and clipboard out of my hands, she said, “Great work. The nightstand looks perfect.”
Kayla leaned in close until we were face to face. She smelled like an exotic perfume. She placed my hands on her waist and I was shocked by the warmth coming from her body.
“Kiss me,” she said.
Kayla’s lips were like fire. We made out for some time, standing in her bedroom, my hands exploring the curves and contours of her body. She moaned as our tongues danced with one another and sucked on my lower lip while gazing seductively into my eyes.
Kayla walked me over to the bed and slowly undressed, gently kissing newly exposed skin along the way. My cock was rock hard and at full attention. Kayla kissed the tip and said, “You have such a nice cock, Nick. I love the way it curves upward. This is going to feel really good inside of me.”
Kayla pulled me onto the bed and took full control. “I want you to kiss my body. Just do as I say.”
Eager to consume every inch of Kayla’s body, I followed her direction without any protest.
Kayla began naming parts of her body and my mouth obeyed like a willing servant. First her neck and then her ears. Then her shoulders and chest, which quickly flushed red.
“When you kiss me, it feels like electricity running through my entire body,” Kayla said with a sigh. “Now suck on my nipples.”
Kayla supported her massive breast with her hand so that my mouth could fully envelop her hard nipple. I could feel it growing in my mouth as I sucked. I was afraid I was sucking too hard but Kayla kept demanding, “Harder!”
Kayla began to literally growl. Her breath became heavy, punctuated with dirty expressions like, “Fucking YES! Suck my fucking tit! Oh, GOD, you feel so fucking good.”
Something about Kayla suddenly changed. It was like she was replaced by some wild beast that wanted to devour me whole. I didn’t know it at the time, but Kayla was having an orgasm. Not only had I never seen a real woman have an orgasm, I also had no idea that some women could orgasm from nipple play.
Kayla transformed into an insatiable demon, with a thirst for flesh that could never be quenched. She reached down in between her legs and covered her fingers in her own juices before sticking them in my mouth. I had never tasted a woman’s cum but it was sweet and I wanted more.
“Fuck me with that gorgeous cock," Kayla demanded.
I positioned my body over Kayla’s and she reached down to guide my cock into her hungry pussy. The feeling was everything. It was as though I had been reborn into an entirely new world. Kayla wrapped her legs around me. I could feel her heels pressing into my sides and her long manicured fingernails literally digging into the skin on my back. (Kayla always left bruises and marks on my body, and her nails often drew blood.)
Kayla’s pussy was like a vice grip around my thick, seven-inch cock. Even now, almost thirty years later, I can still remember how incredible her pussy made me feel. Scorching hot, plush, and always soaking wet, I lost all sense of time and place when I was inside of it.
After a few minutes, Kayla said, “You're being too gentle. I said to FUCK ME!” Having been taught that women were “the weaker vessel,” I was still too timid and inexperienced to understand that women are anything but gentle and enjoy a hard fuck.
Exasperated, Kayla turned me over and took control. The sight was amazing. Kayla worked her hips back and forth in a fury, pounding her own cervix with my cock head, her breasts bouncing in rhythm.
Kayla was hurling profanities at the gods. She gazed down at me, piercing me with her crystal-blue eyes, and shouted, “Goddammit, Nick, squeeze my fucking nipples! Fucking do it!”
Kayla came again but this time was different. She was literally screaming as her entire body spasmed from head to toe. I could feel and hear her juices squirting out of her pussy around my cock.
Kayla in full orgasm was like a goddess. It struck me how incredibly beautiful she was, totally out of control and swept away on some magical current of sexual abandonment. It was a freedom I wanted to feel.