Fan Prompt Season 1, Ep1: Wishing for the Past, It Turned Out Two Can Wish for That.
In my younger years, I was no stranger to promiscuity. Despite that, Ed always seemed to love and accept me for who I was. I was his ‘good girl,’ but now, thirty years later, What did it mean?
This story is the first one in my Fan Prompt set, Season 1, Thanks to one of my founding members,
for the inspiration for this story.Full Series Links: 1/2/3/4/5/6
My dear friends Bess and Nancy had passed away, Nancy not a month ago. Yet here I am, still grappling with the same questions, what it all means? It’s unsettling to me, to be sixty and nearing the end. It makes you think. I walk and think a lot these days.
The mild July evening was alive with the gentle hum of cicadas and the flickering dance of fireflies. As I strolled down the bike trail, my loyal bulldog, Thumper, playfully snapped at the glowing insects, her stumpy little tail wagging in excitement. She was almost a year old now, and my partner in crime. I lived for her, since my marriage felt dead.
Walking silently down the path, I was surrounded by nature's symphony, I couldn't help but feel regret. Was all my adherence to being a 'good girl' truly worth it in the end? But then again, faith had never been one of my strong suits.
I lost track of time, and must have walked far beyond our normal walk when Thumper sat down and licked herself. It was her first heat. She looked annoyed with it all.
“I know girl, let’s head back,” I said. And then a gentle sound caressed my ears.
There was a light in the distance, and the sounds of a couple fucking. The woman, in particular, caught my ear. That was me once. Legs spread wide, a thick cock deep inside me, moaning. I loved the fucking and loved my lover cuming in me even more. My husband and I had longer ago called it a day in the sex department. But sex still existed, good sex.
I started to head back, but then stopped and leaned with my back to a tree and just listened. Aroused and wet, I put my hand into my pants and did what I have been doing for years now. Usually to porn, but now to the clean, crisp sounds of the couple fucking.
My fingers traced small circles around my clit, my legs a little week as I listened to the woman cum again.
I remember the college parties. someone always had the goods to get me high, really high. I knew when they offered me the pot, it was to fuck me. The pot relaxed me and made me cum harder. At least, I thought so.
My lover for that night would get me to take hit after hit until I couldn’t think straight.
The higher I got, the hornier I got. My pussy is dripping wet when, finally, he’d pull me close and slid his fingers into my soaked cunt.
The only thing I'd be able to focus on was the pleasure he would be giving me.
That’s also how I met my best friend Bess. The same guy that was seducing me one night was her mark, and later her husband, but she wouldn’t be denied and joined in, licking my pussy.
I remember I would moan greedily, like the woman now at the edge of my hearing. Soon, I’d begin to squirt, everything soaked, as several guys would watch. My legs spread wide. I loved how they watched, greedy for my pussy.
I was getting close now, my pulse throbbed in my pussy, my heart pounded in my chest as my core tightened.
I remember, I would pull my lover’s hand away from my pretty young pussy. I’d whine, as if to say 'fuck me, fuck me deep please!'
Since I was so high, I could barely stand, the guys would help me get on my knees on the frat couch, pull down my panties and bend me over. Belts would come off, pants would come down as I took my first cock of the evening.
The anticipation always killed me, waiting to feel hat first entire cock thrust inside me. Then, hold it deep in my pussy, unmoving.
Ohhh, I can still feel the hard cock pressing on my cervix as I felt it surge in size. Like it was taking a deep breath of relief. It was deliciously uncomfortable. Stretching my little pussy to a point, I could barely take it.
Insecure, They would always ask me, "You like when my cock is shoved inside you, don't you whore?" Before they would begin pounding me mercilessly.
I’d squirm and moan. It felt so amazing to be used. One after another. So turned by the sexual feeding frenzy my cunt had started, there was nothing I could do or wanted to do to stop.
"You're nothing but a cock sleeve. A hole for me to fuck whenever I please," One guy, Albert, A huge black athletic guy in the frat, would say as he’d fuck me into the cushions.
I loved dirty talk, I got into it. “You can't come inside me, I'll get pregnant,” I’d say and try to act like I was trying to get away. But he’d grab me and ram even deeper and harder. They all did.
It was easy to pretend I was too weak and dazed. I loved the consensual-none-consent of it. No one has fucked me that way since.
I imagined the couple fucking in the distance again. He was married I decided, and she was a young student or even his best friend's wife, and she was telling him not to cum in her, yet her legs spread wider, the delicious mixed messages of raw lust and wet sex. The turmoil in his eyes. Does he dare? The turmoil that makes her cum on his cock again and again. The same turmoil I remember…
“I'm going to fill you to the brim with my seed,” they would say as they fucked me. I was a bad girl for wanting it. Other girls hated me for it. But it made their thrusts come faster and faster.
Then those words, those wonderful words, "Here it comes, slut!"
I let out a scream, muffled by the cushion, as they would empty their balls into my womb. Pumping me full of their sweet, sticky semen.
Then they would pull out and leave me naked, draped over the couch, leaking seed out of my abused cunt. It never seemed to stop the next guy from shoving his cock into me.
One guy, I can’t remember his name now, loved to grab me by the hair and pull my ear towards his lips while he’d lovingly say, "You’re such a good fuck toy. I’m going to seed you too."
My skin would be prickling with excitement as he shoved his cock first up my ass, then in my pussy to cum.
At this point I was close, sweating, my legs locked, my back pressed to the tree hard as I fringed myself furiously and grabbed my tit, teasing my hard and sensitive nipple as my orgasm washed over my body. My pants and underwear soaked as I came, squirting in my jeans.
I exhale with pursed lips as slowly I recover, every nerve alive. I opened my eyes and spotted movement, in the bush. Had someone watched me cum, like all those years ago? Would they feed me a cock? The possibilities that came to mind were obscene. And gave me a little extra charge.
But then Thumper, barked and a deer bounded its way out of the dark and across the trail. It was just a deer, I laughed.
As we walked back, it got me to wonder why not? Why not suck a stranger’s cock? Why not fuck a guy at midnight on the beach that wasn’t my husband? It’s not like he wanted me anymore. Why shouldn’t I live? Besides, Ed loved me before, would he still love me like he used to? Back when I wasn’t so good all the time. Had he changed? Or had I?
In the kitchen at home, I took off Thumper’s harness and hung it up. My husband saw me and asked, “Spill something?” with a curious tone.
I looked at my pants, and then noticed his dirty sneakers. I didn’t answer, but instead I asked my own question, “Out for a run?”
“Yeah, the dirt path beside the bike trail,” he smiled. I smiled a knowing smile back.
We’d have a serious conversation, that is, after I let him clean my wet pussy, and then fill it with his seed. I wonder if I could get him to clean it out? Like he used to.
Yes. So arousing. I love hearing the gal say she wants him to fill her with his seed. Even older gals need this.
Love the lustful daydreaming about her past erotic adventures.