Patterns - Sex Stories

Patterns

Jamie had never been one to show off and let others watch her as she enjoyed her sexuality. In fact, she was very different than many very sexual women I had been aware of over the years in as much as she seemed to manage just one lover at a time seldom seeming to play with a new one until she had stopped the relationship with the previous one. I doubted that she realized the pattern and hesitated to even mention it I was one of the few exceptions to her “pattern”. We maintained a relationship of very intense emotional communication that turned as sexual as a relationship could be while she was suckled and enjoyed other intimacies with men she had suckle her to encourage her milk supply to increase. She gave me daily updates as the time for my leave grew closer. Not only did her milk supply increase, so did the volume of her breasts. She said they became too large for her bras and caused her tops to strain while containing them. When she described the things she had done sexually, she said she usually blushed while telling me. She blushed a lot regarding sex, something we talked about and were discussing then in the car driving to run an errand. She blushed to herself as she thought back to last weekend when we were driving up to Santa Barbara to play at the beach. I had her sitting with her skirt up over her panties and her bare feet up on the dash as she leaned over in my lap and sucked on my hard cock. She remembered my hand in her panties rubbing her clit and then ...

... pushing them off to the side so her lovely lickable mound showed. Then she had glanced up from my cock in time to see that we were passing a big truck and the trucker was grinning as he watched her bobbing her head up and down and as she had her legs open wide enough for him to see every drop of wetness on her hot pussy. "You should have told me," she had stammered as she pulled my cock from her lips just for a moment and tried to close her legs so the trucker would not see her hidden wetness, but my strong fingers stayed inside her opening and held her legs open at the same time. The ‘toot toot’ of the air horn made her blush red down her neck and over her nearly exposed breasts and she bit down on my cock just enough to make me wince. As she leaned over against my shoulder and felt my arm d**** over her scoop necked blouse, she waited only a second or so before my fingers had exposed her right breast and my touch was toying her nipple to hardness. She closed her eyes and reached over to my lap and gripped my cock in her hands and began rolling her palm over the end of it. She loved how it felt when I reacted to her touch and soon the hardness was just how she liked too. That’s when she slipped her lips over the end of it. She reached with her other hand and unzipped me and reached into the tight jeans and pulled out cock then looked down at the glistening end of the head that looked like a tan-pink plum. "You are turning me in to a cocksucker," she complained playfully as she ...