Part the First: Discovery

The eighteen-year-old had no idea how special she was. She was well on her way to adulthood when current boyfriend was struck by her ‘anomaly’. This is the crux of our title words.

The boy told a friend, a reliable confidant, of his marvelous discovery, “I finger-fucked her, finger-fucked her good, man. I knew she really enjoyed it because she twisted, fucked my hand back, groaned and moaned.”

“I’m calling ‘bullshit’ on you,” his buddy replied. “I know her and she is a virgin. Her parents barely let her out of her house. You may not the first to get your fingers in there, but nobody’s gotten any further.”

“Okay. I know that guy from across town drove her around town in his BMW and she snuggled next to him. But he never got beyond First Base. Wait a minute; he did say that she smelled really good, clean.” Chuckling, he added, “Good enough to eat!”

“Alright,” Scott conceded. “There’s the prick with the BMW and the prick with the bright red Porsche. How can a chick go around the track so many times and still keep her cherry?”

“Huh. The selfish lil' bitch gets her rocks off and leaves the dude with blue balls,” one said. The other nodded.

The two guys made a pact to not share their information with the other guys, “Let’s keep this between us. Meanwhile, you mind if I sample the goods as well?”

“Fuck no! I don’t mind. You can try and see how far you get.”

Weeks later, the following conversation occurred during a break in their pick-up basketball game.

“Damn guy! You were right. She does have an air about her. Sorry, buddy, but when you dropped her, I decided to ask her out. Seems like she has a thing for guys with import convertibles.”

“Yeppers,” the first answered. “Now I am sorry I let her go.”

“You should be! Her pussy is so sweet. Some girls don’t do a good job with washing ‘down there’, even when they know they are going out on a date. But this cunt is positively irresistible. She moved on my finger, then fingers so fast, she was jerking herself off.”

“It’s called ‘Jilling’ when a girl does it to herself. Wise up, guys jerk off; girls jill off.”

The two buddies decided that this one did have the sweetest pussy they’d ever touched.

Note to readers: The guys were spot on. Girls’ vaginas do have a unique aroma. The clitoris has twice as many nerve endings as a man’s penis. Vaginas come in many shapes and sizes, just like guys’ dicks.

Fast forward a few months. Casey was enjoying her summer before college and was getting serious with Mr. Next-in-line, Scott. Both planned to stay at their homes and commute to the in-town university. So summer schedules provided plenty of opportunity for alone-time. They used it wisely.

Scott had been with several girls in high school, kissed many, finger-fucked a few and penetrated two (before Casey).

By that July, the two were lovers. They fell into a ritual of afternoon delights. Scott was delighted that most of these trysts happened in her bed. He found the girly nature of her room. He invaded the frilly duvet, doll-baby/dollhouse atmosphere because he thought it erotic. Casey enjoyed entertaining in her boudoir as much as he enjoyed violating her parents’ place as well as Casey herself.

Casey let Scott paw through her parents’ bedroom and giggled when they found erotic books and movies obviously pleasing to her dad. Casey did get embarrassed when Scott found her mother’s vibrator and another stash, this one of ladies’ erotica. She made sure that after the young couple’s use, materials would be returned in perfect order.

Despite his earlier conquests, he needed in-service on how to really please a woman. Casey read passages to her beau about how gentlemen please their ladies. She gave him time to read as well. He needed to learn what pleased her and, in turn, learned what pleased him.

The first time they had been naked alone, Scott blurted out, “Damn! What size titties are they, anyway?”

His girl answered with more of a sharp tongue than she intended, “That is NOT a good question to ask a lady. It's like asking a grown woman how old she is or if she is a virgin or me asking your best friend how big his dick is. How big is Tommy’s dick anyway? He’s taller than you and has bigger hands.”

Scott’s expression showed the correct amount of regret for her to reply, “B-cup, maybe C at times. It depends on the bra brand and how I want to look.”

Scott stretched out on his side, facing her on her single bed. He complimented her, “You look good in any light. Stand there in that sunbeam, with the bright sun lighting up your front.”

Her trim torso did look good. Size to him didn’t matter. It did to her, though. She was accustomed to those shaved porn stars whose pecs, abs, hips and dicks were super-masculine. It was a preference she never outgrew.

Boyfriend scooted toward the spotlight-like sun’s rays. His lit-up dick lolled toward the mattress. It was long enough that his first drop of pre-cum dripped like a gooey string almost to the sheet. Casey kissed him once more on his lips, then reached down, took the thick strand and wrapped it around her thumb and forefinger.

She looked him in the eye and coyly asked, “What should I do with this? I don’t want it to soil my bed?”

Casey turned her head to the side, faux inquisitively, and licked her fingers.

Scott rolled onto his back and her hand followed the head of his dick, now circling it and gently pulling on it.

“Answer me. What should I do with this monster that is growing larger all the time?”

“I’m getting hot just looking at your cunt. It’s pink like the color of your walls. I’ll bet if I do it right, that little cunt of yours will get even darker. So, jerk me off like I did for you in my car last night. I made you cum, didn’t I?”

She pursed her lips and nodded ‘yes’. The girl’s hand let go for a moment, then encircled the base, pushing her fist down and making the growing dick extend to an impossible length and girth. She waved it around like a baseball bat, whipped it against his belly so that the next few drops were able to fill his bellybutton.

“Umm,” she moaned. “This is getting you hot. Can I make you cum doing this?”

He nodded. Up and down. Casey used her other hand to spit some slobber on it, then oiled both hands. The combination of liquids slicked up Scott’s pole.

Casey enjoyed stroking him because she felt a sense of power and control. She was a bit surprised when she felt several movements simultaneously. Scott’s hips jerked up with a crazy non-rhythm. His breathing became labored, deep breaths at first, then short gasps. With her fingers wrapped around her boyfriend’s member, she felt peristaltic throbs that traveled from the base to the tip. His balls tightened. That tip grew bright red, then erupted. Cum went everywhere, all at once!

“Jesus,” he screamed. In-control, Casey made a mental note to warn him about being so loud, even though nobody was home. Another stroke, another spurt, with almost the same range. Casey delighted in her conquest, milking more spurts and making more mental notes about future necessary preparations.

Finally, Scott, exhausted, asked, “How can I return the favor?”

“I’ll show you.” Grinning, she slid up on her bed, offered her breasts for her pleasure (and his).

He nursed them with more skill than she knew he had. (Our young man had internalized the assigned literature.) He licked the tip of one five or six times and she marveled that the left one got rigid.

“It’s like my dick, getting harder when I suck on it.” They switched to the other one, with the same result.

The girl mashed her tits into the boy’s face and wiggled her chest. She felt his dick move.

Casey could have gone either way: slide down and let Scott take her virginity or scoot up and have him lick her out. She chose the latter and the world was the better for her choice.

She planted her knees on either side of his face and lowered her pussy close to his face.

She considered, “I am taking a real chance. What if he doesn’t want to eat me, eat my pussy? What if he sucks my cunt and doesn’t like it? Some guys, I hear, won’t do it. But I need satisfaction as much as Scott did. After all, I've been shaving my cunt since I was sixteen." Her unspoken memory was that she watched her first porn with her girlfriends. Then they all shaved each other that night.

Little did she know that her sweet-smelling pussy was the talk of the girls’ locker room. Every young lady present that night was jealous of her pussy looks and its distinct aroma.

Scott’s superlatives were not idle musings. Casey’s gift was the sweetest, most beautiful, best looking, best tasting, cleanest, purest hunk of femininity he’d ever experience. He traced her outer lips up one side then down. Up one side then down the other. She twisted her waist and he got the hint: do the other lips.

“God! You are good! Keep doing it. Keep doing it. Yes, like that.” He realized she was fucking his face with her cunt. She was in charge and it was wonderful.

Though he was tempted to say it, he couldn’t mouth the words. He was intoxicated.

“I own this clit now. It is mine. You are mine. I love sucking your clit. It is like a small, delicious dick and I reserve the right to suck it any time I want.” All he could was campaign for that honor by doing his best to pleasure her.

He reached up and tweaked her tits. That helped. Then he grabbed both and kneaded them, pulling her torso up off of his face, then pulling that body back down on his own lips.

She shook, twisted, ground and yelled something unintelligible. But the humming message was clear, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

Scott’s good day got even better. ‘Ms. Satisfaction’ reached behind her kneeling self to verify her suspicions. Her boyfriend was indeed hard again.

“Umm. This looks good enough to eat.”

The naked girl knee-waddled down to her face overtop her boyfriend's erect dick. Pre-cum drizzled down the shaft. She used her tongue to chase it back up. No luck! More kept coming.

Being a newbie, her experience was limited to porn films watched on sleepovers and her parents’ purloined pictures. Little did she know those women cocksuckers were pros!

Our gullible girl soldiered on: licking, moaning, taking Scott’s formidable member down to the base. She massaged his hairy balls with her chin, so that she could feel his root under his sack. Two fingers astride the root coaxed the climax closer. She felt it coming. These lovers realized Casey had a second gift: brilliantly skilled cocksucker.

The head of his dick somehow penetrated her throat. No gag. No revulsion. No hesitation. She took the spurts he offered her willingly. The girlfriend assumed deep-throating was girl’s natural talent and all women could do it and wanted to have a dick shoved way down her throat.

Like the women in the movies and fuck-books, she took his cum and swallowed what she could. Casey thought, “Damn, he shot wads over his head, now he’s dumped just as much more. I wonder how that stud Tommie’s cum tastes. A girl has to learn these things.”

When she raised up, she wiped the cum off her chin and scooped it like melting ice cream into her mouth.

Few men ever got such a sight. This prim, proper girl sucks dick and her cunt smells so sweet. The one gift of good-tasting pussy was exponentially augmented by a natural gift of excellent dick-sucking and non-squeamish cum swallowing.

Within a week, she was on the pill. Without fear of pregnancy, Casey and Scott fucked and sucked their summer away.

How this tale develops into male bragging, a dare and great pleasures must wait.

Part the Second: Caring is Sharing

Our couple stayed together through their sophomore year, then Casey was ready to go away to school. Scott stayed back.

Casey’s dorm was close to a tall, handsome, rich scion of a well-known family. They both majored in economics and marketing. She dated Reggie for the next two years. His parents relished his few weekends back home and ignored the bedroom activities of their son and his now-adult girlfriend.

Reggie too benefitted from her two talents (sucking dick and possessing the best smelling cunt ever). They got married right after graduation. Both found good-paying jobs, both in retail, but with competing companies. After two years, they bought their first house, then moved to the exurbs two years after that.

Life on the country ‘farmette’ was idyllic. They had a big house, a pool house beside the pool, a fenced area where Reggie could ride his dirt bike, a barn where he could tinker. Casey had a designer kitchen, a lovely den with a fireplace, a pink master suite and most of the American dream.

To all that knew the couple, no one would know or even guess that the real reason Reggie had fallen for Casey (all right, fallen in love, kinda) was Casey’s bedroom talents. Reggie could be honest, if fed enough liquor or pot, to admit that as a housekeeper, a helpmate, a bookkeeper, a driver, a neighbor, a friend, and as a cooperating partner, Casey would fail miserably.

Casey had one attribute and one talent. Her pussy was still the sweetest Reggie had ever experienced. He saw her vagina was ‘seasoning’, getting better with age. Her husband was of average length and girth and he fit into her well. What he had, she used to perfection.

Casey regaled her husband with exploits of high school days finger-fucking, her first real fuck with a guy called Scott, two more dudes before that, and a host afterwards.

She bragged, “My pussy was so sweet, my blow-jobs legendary. I could swallow three loads of cum from one guy a night or from three guys in one night. My girlfriends were so, so jealous. Nobody else had the balls to do what I did.

His bride, from day Number One, used her natural athletic ability to move just the right way to keep him on the edge until she was ready for him to shoot. She taught him how to suck on her nipples in just the right way, how to massage her toned body and stroke her as she performed dancing tricks on his body like no one else could. Reggie wondered if she used those talents on guys after her wedding day.

She had lots of chances. Her job demanded travel to major markets worldwide. She always took a retinue of older, experienced tradesmen, plus one or two favorites from the staff. Reggie was stuck in middle-management because he was dependable, steady, but not creative. That attribute mirrored their bedroom activities as well. Hint: mirror means ‘exact opposite’. Reggie was the master, Casey the slave.

Role-playing was part of their repertoire. Character reversals abounded. Casey usually played the coy newbie from work dazzled by the boss’s position. Reggie would order her to perform and she obeyed. Things got nasty, with anal, anal-licking, pretend-filming and lots of dirty talk.

If he mused whether her behavior reflected reality, her answer was always the same, “Fantasy darling. Just fantasies. I outrank you because I am better at my job than you are.” He wasn’t sure.

Once, he remarked, “You could have been a porn star if you’d wanted.” His wife did not take kindly to the remark, which Reggie made in the act of passion. The ‘could have been’ struck a nerve.

“Am I losing ‘it’? What the fuck did he mean by ‘could have been’ anyway?”

Their fifth anniversary coincided with Casey’s Tenth High School reunion and she accepted the invitation and made plans to attend. Reggie had no choice but to go along, but he resented ‘tagging along’. The affair would stretch the whole weekend, so Casey reserved a posh suite. “We can afford it, so why not?”

The affair was memorable, with the usual festivities. As typical, old boyfriends and girlfriends mingled with everyone else.

Scott was able to corner Reggie and ask about how they got along, as man-and-wife. “Is she satisfied? Err, Is she happy? You know, we were quite a thing, at one time. I’ve never met anyone quite like her, even now.

This is where it got messy. Casey was lucky she hadn’t stayed with Scott. Ex-beau Scott never seemed to get over the girl-with-the-sweetest-pussy-ever and porn star blow-job skills.

First, it was that BMW guy who’d finger-fucked her. He was discreet enough to be vague, asking “So, you married Casey. She was a sweetheart in my day. I’ll never forget her. She was some… some… some, uh, dancer.” He did his best to cover his tracks and not allude to Casey’s friskiness, but the seed was planted.

Tommie jostled for a position during cocktail time and finally sidled up to Casey and Reggie. The bride affected not knowing him, but he reminded her how much she liked to ride in his Mercedes. “You always wanted the top down, so that folks could see us.”

“Yeah,” she said.” But you seemed so nervous. Like somebody was watching us.’

“That was my twin. We went to different schools. Johnny would take you out one night, do ‘his’ thing, tell me and you and I would party the next night.”

“What the fuck!”

“Yeah. He’s here, but as my guest. He was in the private school who always whooped yo’ assses.”

Reggie couldn’t resist, “So my wife never realized there were two of you?”

“Yep. She sucked one of us one night, the other next. She never guessed.”

“Well, suck my dick!” Reggie replied.

“Nope, not a chance. But together, we own the company that owns Casey’s company,” he bragged.

“Well. I own Casey. She might want to take a chance on you brothers.” Reggie felt a party going on.

When Casey got to the table, Reggie explained that her old lovers were still interested in her. He volunteered to help out.

‘I wanted them to see me. I still have expensive tastes.”

Reggie’s reply was so non-committal that Scott thought he might have a chance at a real ‘reunion’.

Scott hatched a plan for tomorrow. There was going to be a tour of the new school, a luncheon there, plus some clubs and groups and sports teams getting together.

Unbeknownst to Reggie, Casey decided to do a few things for old time’s sake. She invited Scott to have lunch, but to keep it clean, she specifically made sure Reggie would be around.

At noon, Scott knocked on Casey’s door. He thought she’d be alone. When she opened the door, there was Reggie, smiling. His arm was around his wife.

“Come in. Casey told me all about you.” The word ‘all’ was stressed more than the others.

“Mimosa?” Scott’s host was holding out a flute already overflowing with orange juice and Champagne. All three drained their glasses in one gulp each, then had another.

Casey, as usual, took charge. She said, “Scott, You were my first and a girl never forgets that. My husband brags (behind my back) that his wife gives the best blow jobs in the world. He says my pussy is the sweetest a man has ever tasted. Do you agree?”

A stammered, “Yes. Yeah! Oh yeah. I never forgot that summer in your pink bedroom.”

The wife continued, “So you want to eat my pussy again? My husband says he wants to see if I am as good as I ever was. He said I could have been a porn star. I guess I’m too old for that now, eh, husband?”

Reggie realized this would be his consequence for a misplaced modifier during sex.

The wife’s opening started with, “Come sit down on the bed and tell us about what you’ve been doing these past few years.”

As soon as Scott opened his mouth to speak, she continued, “You were the first to eat my pussy, want some more?” She leaned in and kissed him on the mouth, while laying one hand on his crotch.

Their guest involuntarily thrust up his hips in agreement.

“Good,” she said. Then, “You know, Reggie already fucked me this morning. You don’t mind eating little cum, do you? Remember, you told me eating me was like sucking on the most sensitive dick in the world. Imagine, the most sensuous tongue on the most receptive clit!”

Reggie surprised his wife when he said, “Scott, we have about three hours. Casey doesn’t know it, but two more of her beaus from high school will be by to share her as well. Feel lucky to be the first today. No, second, but you know the husband always goes first and I’ve had mine already. If you or Mr. BMW or Tommie or his twin or anybody else blabs, there won’t be any more class reunions like this.”

Casey had obviously been imbibing, perhaps more than she should have, to last all day and into the forthcoming night. She sat at the edge of the bed and unbuckled the guest’s belt, unzipped him and pulled down his boxers.

“HHmm. This is just like I remember. Oops, have you been holding back that pre-cum for me for the last few years?”

He didn’t answer, except to lay his hand on the back of Casey’s head and pull her forward. Scott’s dick slid down her throat just like it did years ago. The guest had learned some in his time, though.

Schooled enough to put his palms over her ears so that his speech might be muffled, saying, “Damn, bro! This chick was my first, best-ever. She still sucks dick better than anybody I know. Watch this!”

Scott pulled away from her, still holding her by the ears and the side of her face. As soon as the dickhead emerged, he slammed it back down her throat. He did it again. And again. The third time, he kept his rather large member down her throat, daring her, “Gag, you slut, gag on this.”

If she heard him (doubtful), she did not respond. She took his pole deep, moved her head left and right, then up and down, still buried.

Scott’s ass started to move on its own, jiggling and shaking just like it had in years gone by.

The wife looked at her husband and said, “Damn, sweetie. How come you never fuck my face like that?”

To the man standing in front of her, “You can cum now if you want, but you still have eat my cunt, just like before. How do you want to finish?”

His response was to grab her by a clump of hair and slowly, carefully move her head up and down on his super-sensitive pole. Finally, he kept her lips right at the dickhead rim and grunted. The noise inspired both of them to pleasure each other, as if the room were empty of others.

She took his sperm in waves, but this time, allowing the juice to spill onto her cheeks, her chin and drip onto her tits.

Casey could afford to wait a few minutes, saying, “Finish your mimosa, then finish me.”

She fell back onto the bed, legs splayed out and her pussy just pinking up. Her two index fingers pulled her labia apart, exposing her inner lips. Neither of the men wanted to inspect, to see if any of her husband’s cum was still visible.

Scott murmured, "Shit! She still smells good. You know, the sense with the best memory is the sense of smell. This takes me back, way back."

"Come back," she whispered. He did.

As before, he took his time. Scott had not forgotten how to tongue her outer lips first. He pulled on her to one side, using his tongue in the middle. She squirmed and hummed.

Then the other labia got its turn. She squirmed some more. Scott's tongue brushed the hood of her clit and she thrust her crotch forward. He teased and she pushed up more.

He rewarded her efforts with another light brushing of her hood. Then again, the same place.

Scott sensed she was ready and began gently tugging on her hood. Casey's clit stood at attention. Circles, circles, circles, then a flat tongue.

Reggie was excited, his hard-on sticking out as he watched his wife being skillfully manipulated.

The end came swiftly. Casey grabbed Scott by the ears, as he had grabbed her and fucked his mouth. Reggie could only agree that what Scott had done to her, she was doing to him.

They finished their drinks. Reggie was not going to ask if Scott had tasted any of him in/on her. If Scott did, he wasn't going to admit it.

A sweet peck on the cheek and old chum Number One was gone. Chums #2 and #3 would be here later on. Meanwhile, the married couple cuddled, whispered and napped.

When the husband awoke, he found his spouse in the tub. "It's almost time."

"Nope," she said. I called the brothers and told them "No more for today. Maybe I am too old to be a porn star. But I promised to call them tomorrow morning and requested a late check-out from the front desk."

"Tomorrow will be another day. We'll see."