My Wife Met an Old Girlfriend Who Gave Me Unlimited Head and Pussy. She Asked Me All About Her.
I still occasionally think about Ashley today.
After dropping our backpacks on the floor of my bedroom, we wasted no time in doing what horny teen lovers in high school did in the early nineties — and still do these days.
“You want a blowjob. Don’t you?” Ashley, my then-girlfriend, asked playfully as she unbuckled my belt. With both of my parents at work, virtually every day Ashley and I had my house to ourselves, allowing for all kinds of clothes-free play.
We kissed deeply, our tongues meeting as I cupped her luscious breasts, still covered by her sweater and bra. With my belt off and thrown on the floor, she unbuttoned and pulled off my jeans and with them my boxers.
“That does sounds good,” I responded.
“When doesn’t a blowjob sound good?” she teased, squeezing my ass cheeks with her hands.
“Never,” I replied, happy to play along.
“I’ll do this, but then you need to promise you’ll fuck me. A girl wants to get fucked by her boyfriend, especially after a long day at school. Okay?”
“You spoil me rotten,” I offered as I sat on the edge of the bed looking down at her, submissively on her knees. Ashley smiled, hungrily licked her lips and inhaled my throbbing cock.
I shared that story with Lauren after we ran into Ashley at a restaurant last week while visiting my family where I grew up, which, it turns out, is where Ashley, now a wife and mother of three, lives. Even at age 49, she still looks quite good.
“She’s hot,” Lauren commented to me later that night as we settled into bed, before asking me about our sex life as teens.
“Not as hot as you,” I shot back, kissing my bride.
During the eight months we dated, Ashley and I professed our love for each other hundreds of times. We said “I love you” every night before hanging up the phone before bed. I got almost daily love letters from her, and we even discussed for a short time going to the same college.
We spent most of our waking hours, when we weren’t in school or related functions, together. Yet our relationship was more sexual than loving. We argued often. And when we didn’t argue, we fucked.
Ashley was (and probably still is?) incredibly sexual — more sexual than any girl I’d been with before her. We did something sexual practically every day because that’s how she wanted it. When it was that time of month for her, she had sympathy for me, giving me lots of head. She was a selfless lover. She loved it when I watched her to suck my dick. She was also the first girl to masturbate in front of me.
When she blew me, she liked to lightly bite down on my glans and twiddle her tongue on my frenulum, tasting my precum while she smiled. Drove me wild!
Although she was on the verge of being named class valedictorian and going to an elite liberal arts college, Ashley had developed a wild side by the time she and I became a couple.
She frequently blew me in a far-off spot in the high school parking lot before the first bell rang in the morning (we drove to and from school together). There in her car or my car, she could, in fewer than six or seven minutes, get me to cum in her mouth, and then she swallowed the load and chased it with some chewing gum as we walked into school and headed to our home rooms.
Girlfriends blowing their boyfriends in the parking lot before the first bell, she explained to me, was not uncommon. She had a few girlfriends, she said, who did the same for their boyfriends — she even named names. They all talked. I believed her.
Constantly horny — so much so that at times I found her insatiable appetite for cock exhausting — I sometimes couldn’t keep up with her need for sex. I found her sex drive altogether shocking because she had a reputation in school as being the smartest girl in our class.
Ashley blew me on our first date, working me over in her mouth and with her fingers with such skill that I knew then she’d gotten around with other guys. In the basement of her house, while her parents were upstairs, we fucked on our second date — she rode me like she owned me and then licked my cum up. She asked me to fuck her in her ass, which I never did.
Her parents, both of whom were attorneys, didn’t care if we had sex, she said. So long as she took birth control and I wore condoms (which I often didn’t and, sure enough, we did have a false-alarm pregnancy scare), it was all good with them. I didn’t believe her at first that her parents didn’t care if we had sex, but then one day her mom gave us a box of tissues and some washcloths when we went into the basement and asked us to be careful “not to leave any stains on the sofa.” “There was a cum stain from last time,” Ashley explained to me once downstairs. Oops.
I guess her parents really didn’t care so long as we didn’t leave cum stains.
That her parents were okay that we fucked was kind of fun. When at Ashley’s house, we sometimes adjourned to her bedroom, where she locked the door, undressed and let me have my way with her.
Back to the opening scene, where I sat on the edge of the bed and Ashley blew me…. On this day, we’d driven from school to my house to “study.” With no one home, we enjoyed a snack in the kitchen and then, the two horny teens we were, adjourned to my bedroom, where studying would have to wait. We tongue-kissed — Ashley always gave all of her tongue because she loved to kiss — as she pulled off my jeans and boxers and held my throbbing cock in my hand. She hadn’t removed any of her clothes yet.
On her knees between my legs, she smiled teasingly at me. God, she was so pretty. She had a girlish ski-slope nose. Her beautifully long, blonde hair, for which she was known, intoxicated me. In the past year, her breasts had grown into ample D cups, complementing her voluptuous, curvy body.
“A little blowjob, and then after you’re hard again you can fuck me,” she whispered, desiring to please me. Ashley made me feel so confident about myself, often telling me I had a “huge dick.”
Watching her pump my cock with her hand while she sucked me off — our backpacks on the floor of my bedroom— I couldn’t have been more than satisfied with the current situation. Is there anything better than an after-school BJ? Not really! I thought.
Finally, I blew my load in my sexually eager girlfriend’s mouth and she captured every drop. No cum stains this time. Satisfied with the salty load I’d just filled her mouth with, Ashley smiled as she swallowed it all.
Then she took off her shirt, unclipped her bra, revealing her knockers, and slid off her jeans and panties. Now naked, she laid in my bed, spreading her legs as she played with her clitoris, teasing me. I admired her blonde bush, which she maintained just enough for me to pleasure her and not come up with hairs in my mouth.
I hardened again and pounded her in missionary position. She had her legs pulled back, allowing me to hammer her deeply. After she came, I pulled out and slathered her midsection with my semen.
Even after we broke up, Ashley and I continued to hook up, including during a few Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks while we were in college. We never talked about getting back together; our reunion sex was really about being “friends with benefits.”
She wasn’t my first sexual lover, but dating her — even as we often fought — was a lot of fun because we fucked all the time. And because she seemed happy, at the drop of a dime, to blow me. At the time, I couldn’t have asked for more or better.
