My Life with Loretta

I never got a chance to get Loretta alone again during the party to finish our discussion, and she announced about an hour later that she had to head home. She made her way to the door and turned and caught me eye. She gave me a grin and winked at me, and departed. God, those legs!

I didn't see Loretta again until the next term at college four weeks later. In the interim, I masturbated many times to the memory of our brief conversation on the patio. The notion of watching her with another guy seemed hotter than ever now that I knew that she had (in a sense) cuckolded a previous boyfriend at least once before, even though she was in her early twenties at the time. An added little kick was that she seemed to accept the idea, and had (to my excited mind) even hinted that she would be open to the proposal!

When college resumed Loretta greeted me with a brief hug and asked how my break had been, and we made small talk at a table in the cafeteria. I was still somewhat embarrassed by my admission to her at the party, and she may have sensed it, because she said: "Incidentally, I meant what I said at the party; our little stoned chat on the patio is between you and me - okay?"

I nodded, feeling my face flush red again.

Loretta smiled and added: "And just so you know? I think it's a delicious little fantasy." She gave me another smile and arose from the table and grabbed her briefcase. "I have to get to class. By the way, what are you doing this Friday night?"

The question took me by surprise. "Umm, not doing anything. Why?"

"Would you like to have dinner with me?"

My heart fluttered. "Sure - that would be great!"

Loretta smiled. "Okay! I will talk to you later about it." She gave me another flashing smile, and departed for class.

To cut a long story short, Loretta and I started dating. I found that I really enjoyed her company, and she is, as I have said, highly intelligent, confident and vivacious. Within a week after our first dinner together I found myself in her bed, and I finally knew how wonderful it felt to have those long, smooth legs wrapped around my back as my cock slid gratefully into her warm, welcoming pussy. I have to admit, with some embarrassment, that the first time we made love I was unable to last more than twenty seconds; her warm body writhing underneath me, and her soft moans and coos of delight were enticement enough, but the sensation of her silky smooth calves gliding over my back was more than I could stand - and my climax was very strong and very vocal.

I discovered that she relished receiving oral, and she would climax strongly when I gently teased and sucked her clitoris. She gasped in surprised delight the first time I flattened my tongue and slid it lovingly over her asshole, and she panted that nobody had ever done that to her before. She climaxed almost instantly when I stiffened my tongue and slid it hungrily inside her pouting rosette. She was also surprised to find that I had a PA piercing, and told me that it felt good when we made love. She never tired of reaching down to gently caress the ring.

Two months later she suggested I move in with her, and I didn't hesitate. I ended the lease on my apartment and moved into Loretta's house.

I discovered that she loved talking about sex, and her liberated approach gave me the trust I needed to open up to her. She loved to discuss what turned her on, and wanted to know everything that turned me on. We spend many post-coital hours talking softly - sometimes getting so hot that we made love again within the hour. I found I was very comfortable with her, and she learned almost every one of my secret fantasies. I again told her that my biggest turn-on was imagining her with another man. Eventually I soon felt bold enough to mention that I would love to try being her sexual "slave" - pleasing her and serving her in the bedroom.

She was particularly interested in this disclosure, and then surprised me by saying that she would love to try this arrangement, as she had a fantasy of her own where she was the sexually dominant one in the relationship.

"Not with whips and chain and things," she added. "But certainly I would love to have you being very submissive to me. Things like having you completely naked and kneeling at my side when we are sat watching TV. Or to have you give me a long, deep massage whenever I wanted. Or to simply order you to lick me as I lay on the couch. Or maybe to tie you up and tease you, stroking you over and over, but not letting you cum. Things like that." She gave a delicious little shiver. "I guess I have a kinky little dominant streak in me, hmm?"

I gave a little shiver of my own! I was stunned to realize that she had just outlined virtually all of my fantasies. I could feel myself getting hard.

"So you would do all of those things?" I asked.

Loretta smiled: "Sure! I would love to have you as my little slave!" She happened to glance down and see my growing erection. "And it looks as if you would like it too!"

We made feverish love shortly after.

There was one thing for certain: She hadn't forgotten about my fantasy to be cuckolded. One morning as we were getting ready to drive to college she wore a new mini-skirt she had just bought. It was a little shorter than normal, and naturally showed off her best assets to perfection. She caught me ogling her legs, and she smiled.

"Like what you see, Baby?" she asked.

I nodded. "Very much. You have really great legs, Hun."

She looked sideways at me and coyly asked: "Do you think any of the other guys at college enjoy looking at my legs, Lover?"

My heart did a double-thump. I could see by her flashing eyes that she was teasing me. I tried to play it cool.

"I'm sure they do." I replied.

Loretta stepped closer to me and kissed me, running her tongue wetly across my lips: "But that's okay, isn't it, Baby? You don't mind other guys looking at me do you?"

In reply I kissed her deeply, relishing her taste, sucking her drool from her tongue like nectar. She broke the kiss after several seconds.

"From that reaction, I guess its more than okay if they look at me, hmm?"

I found I was panting softly. "You know it's okay. I see guys looking at you now, and it drives me nuts..."

Loretta giggled and kissed me briefly: "Aww, why didn't you say so, Lover? Maybe I should go change my top to one that shows a bit more cleavage too, hmm?"

"Oh my God!" I croaked.

Loretta chuckled and flashed me a grin: "Aww, I'm just kidding, Baby... maybe!" She swatted my backside, and announced that we needed to leave for college. I tried to engage her in conversation about it in the car, but she played it coy. In hindsight, I should have known that she was planning something and seeing what buttons she could push. As it turned out, she could push all of them.

That night in bed she made a few oblique remarks to me, like: "I caught Adrian Baxter checking out my legs today, baby."

And: "Terry Simpson from office admin told me that I looked really nice today - but he kept staring at my thighs."

Of course, her little digs had the desired affect. My cock began to harden almost instantly, and Loretta snaked her hand down to it, stroking softly.

"Mmm, looks like I got the little fella all excited." she cooed into my ear.

At her use of the word 'little', I literally jerked and gave a soft moan. I had always fantasized about Loretta teasing and taunting me about my smaller than average cock, but I had never told her about this kink. Loretta must have sensed the effect that her words had on me; she grinned, and kissed me softly.

"Want me to keep wanking the little fella, Baby?" she asked softly.

"Oh my God, Yes!" I gasped. Her tongue slithered wetly into my mouth, licking the insides of my lips.

"Come on, Baby - get that tiny little cock hard for me." she enticed.

I moaned again, my cock twitching in treasonous excitement in her hot hand. Loretta flashed a triumphant grin, knowing that she had just found yet another button to push. She began stroking me faster

"You like me talking about your little dick, don't you?" she asked playfully. "Does it excite you to hear me say that it's small, Lover?"

"Yes!" I croaked.

"Has anyone else ever told you that you have a small cock, Baby?"

"No!"

"No? Oh! Well let me be the first, Baby." She leaned down to kiss me softly before looking into my eyes. "You have a tiny... small... dainty little dick."

I moaned again, feeling orgasm building in my loins with incredible speed. She giggled softly, and sped her strokes.

"Hmm," she began, "maybe that could be your nickname - 'DD' - for Dainty Dick!" She giggled at her own words, and flashed those green eyes at me again. "In fact, Baby? I have to tell you that you have the smallest cock I have ever seen in my life..."

I felt my balls tighten as climax thundered towards me. I managed a low, soft moan as her hand sent waves of pleasure through my body, and her teasing words sent equally masochistic pleasure through my mind. She delivered the coup de grace.

"Never mind, Baby. I know that you wouldn't mind if I went out and found myself a big cock to fill me... a real man's cock. You wouldn't mind if I found some guy with a real cock, would you? And his cock was able to go deeper inside me than you ever will? You, with your little dickie! That's what it is - a dickie! It isn't a cock - it's an undersized, small, dainty little dicklet!"

Her following giggle was drowned out by my scream as an intense orgasm shuddered through me!