(Author’s note: These are the tales of my journey from an unhappily married man to a very sexually active single/divorced man. These stories are based on true events and relationships, although the quotes may not be verbatim, and all events are generally stated as best as I can recall, with some embellishment or artistic license as needed, especially considering I am writing this 20+ years after the events of the first story. But the substance of each story is true.
Everyone was over 18 and everything was consensual. Names and places have been changed or hidden to protect identities and privacy.
You may see references to other people or events in my stories, seemingly out of context. I’ve written all my stories as a chronological account of my life after divorce, but each story stands on it’s own unless noted as a new chapter)
Tanya
Tanya was a friend of mine from high school. I use the term “friend” very loosely, because we weren’t really friends, although we were certainly friendly.
I was a jock in high school, and Tanya was a band geek. Our social circles included other jocks and other band geeks, respectively, so we never hung out or ate lunch at the same table, nothing.
But we were both good students, so we found ourselves in a lot of classes together, small classes that very few people took. This gave us the opportunity to get to know each other without the influence of our respective friends around. We liked each other and had fun together, but outside the classroom there was very little interaction. It just wouldn’t have been cool for either of us to be seen talking to the other.
Tanya was very pretty, with a big beaming smile. It was surprising that she wasn’t more popular among the “popular” crowd, but she clung to her band friends, and played on the tennis team, while the more popular girls were cheerleaders or ran on the track team, which was the “cool” girls sport at my school.
One thing we were in together was a hiking and camping club. At the end of our senior year, if you were 18 (which Tanya and I both were by then) you could go on a six-night hiking and camping trip with the club. So in late May my senior year, we loaded up two school vans with about 15 people and a bunch of gear, and headed away on a three hour drive to hike and camp in the mountains.
None of my close friends were on the trip, but I knew a couple of the guys well enough that we hung out and rode together. Tanya was seated near me on the van as well, and every now and then I included her in the conversation.
We hiked and camped two nights at one place, then loaded up the vans to drive to another area. On the van, Tanya slipped me a note, telling me to come into her tent (that she shared with two other girls) around 10 o’clock that night.
I did as she asked and slipped into her tent, where she and her tent mates were sipping something that one of them had snuck onto the trip, some kind of booze, maybe like Southern Comfort. I sipped a little and we laughed and had fun, and then one of the teachers came by and said she was doing a lights out check, so Tanya hid me under her blankets when the teacher poked her nose in the tent.
After lights out, Tanya and I snuggled and made out. I don’t know how much experience she had with boys, as I had never known her to have a boyfriend. After a few minutes of kissing, Tanya threw the covers up over our heads and turned on a small flashlight. She then slipped her hand into my sweatpants, yanking them down just a bit so that the top half of my cock was exposed to her view. She wrapped a hand around my cock and started pumping it, and me being an 18 year old kid, it wasn’t long until I was on the verge of coming.
Tanya watched intently as she jerked me off. I unsuccessfully tried to keep quiet as my cum blasted through her hand and onto my stomach, making quite a mess all over us. The other girls in the tent were laughing because it was clear what was happening and had happened.
I snuck back to my tent ten minutes later and that was the end of my relationship with Tanya. We went about our business, graduated, went off to college and lost touch.
Fast forward 30 years later. Tanya and I had friended each other on Facebook years before, like many people with Facebook friends that aren’t really friends. I recall scrolling through her pictures, noticing how really attractive she had become and how her body filled out. Husband and a couple of kids and living across the country from me.
Fast forward four more years, and up pops a private Facebook message from Tanya. After a bunch of chit chat and general catching up, she tells me she heard that I was divorced, and that she and her husband just separated, and she thought I’d be a friendly, non-judgmental voice.
We ended up talking on the phone for a good hour, her telling me how her husband had been having a long term affair when he traveled, how she found out, and the aftermath. It was pretty fresh and she still had a lot of emotion about it.
We stayed datça escort in touch, texting and talking on the phone. I wasn’t seeing anyone at the time, and although I was still involved in my three way relationship with Jennifer and Susan (see “Soccer Moms” stories), still there was no harm in chatting.
Naturally, however, we started flirting. I think she started it, suggesting that we should have dated when we were younger, that she had a little crush on me etc. (no kidding!), and reminiscing about the handjob on the camping trip.
She confessed to jerking off five guys on the camping trip that week. “Once I turned 18, I decided it was time to get some experience,’ she said.
She recalled — “Yours was only the third dick I had ever touched, the first was Tommy Smith, in my tent two nights before, and he had this little tiny wiener. I laughed at it, and he came as soon as I touched it, just this little tiny bit of cum. The next night I jerked off Jimmy Miller, his dick was bigger for sure. And then when I grabbed your dick I was like, holy cow! When you came in my hand, it was like OMG, there’s so much and it was all over us. I was all sticky in the morning and had to wash off in the creek LOL! I couldn’t believe how much cum there was.”
I responded, “Yeah, I’ve always been a high volume guy when it “comes” to that haha. A blessing and a curse!”
“No way, that’s a 100% blessing imo” she replied with a hand and an eggplant and a tongue emoji.
I explained, “Well it’s a curse when I jerk off and have to clean it all up!”
This made her laugh.
She talked about taking care of herself more now, eating better, exercising, etc., since now she had to get back out there to the dating scene. Pictures followed — nothing nude or dirty at first, but scantily clad to show off her improving body. She looked great, and I commented on how great she looked despite her protests.
“Let me see your dick,” she bluntly asked one time. I followed with a series of pictures similar to what I had done with Maria years prior (see “Spanish Heat” story), starting about half hard and building up to a full hard on.
We moved to facetime, and watched each other get off, her using a small vibrator to bring herself to orgasm, and me coming all over my stomach while she talked me through it. I could hear her come again as my cum shot all over me.
She took it to the next level after one particular compliment, texting me: “If you were here right now I’d suck and fuck the hell out of you and have you blast all of your hot cum all over me!”
I replied, “I’ll be on the next flight out!”
She said, “Why don’t you? Have you ever been here? Come out for a weekend, I’ll show you around, we’ll fuck like bunnies, and off you go. A long distance booty call. What do you think?”
It certainly was tempting. Worst case scenario — we have no chemistry or compatibility and couldn’t stand each other after one day, so I ride it out myself in a cool city for a few days, do some sightseeing and get back home. No harm no foul, I couldn’t lose.
I answered her: “You had me at ‘fuck like bunnies!'”
We scheduled a long weekend about a month out, since she wanted to time it to be sure that she wouldn’t have her period. We spent the next month texting and sending photos, anticipating how we’d ravish each other.
Finally the day came, and I boarded a direct flight to her city from a nearby airport, landing about four and a half hours later. I spent those hours thinking about all the ways that Tanya and I would explore each other over the coming days, and I spent the whole flight with a hard on.
Tanya met me outside of baggage claim, and we hugged as I approached her waiting by her car, then gave each other a quick peck on the lips. I threw my small bag in the back seat and jumped into the passenger seat of her big SUV. We chatted about the flight and the weather as she drove us to wherever we were going. I think we were both a bit nervous, I mean it had been 35+ years since we’d seen each other, and no amount of cyber sex can prepare you for the real thing.
Because of the time change, it was only about noon when she pulled into the garage of a Hilton.
“I got us a nice room at the Hilton,” she said. “But it’s not ready yet.”
Tanya wound her way up the ramps of the garage, bypassing many open spots, until we reached a level without any cars. She pulled into a spot next to a concrete pillar, blocking us from the view of anyone who might get off the elevator on the other side, though I can’t imagine we’d see anyone on this deserted level.
She threw the car in park and shut the engine off, then slid her seat all the way back, and turned to me saying, “Get your shorts off, I need to see your dick right now.”
I unbuttoned and unzipped, and slid my shorts and boxers down to my feet and off. I turned toward Tanya, leaned back against the passenger door and opened my legs, my half hard cock and balls on full, obscene display right in front defne escort of her.
“Oh my God, you look delicious!” she said, and reached out to grab my full package, cock and balls, with both hands. She squeezed my package together and pushed it upwards, my cock to hardening to its full length in the process.
“Look at this thing, what the fuck?!” Tanya proceeded to play with my junk like a kid with a new toy, and finally she dove at my cock with her mouth, slathering me with her saliva and giving me a super sloppy blowjob right there in the front seat.
After a few minutes she sat back again and started jacking my cock, getting me very close. I had left home early Friday morning so I missed my Friday date with Susan, and had also cancelled on Jennifer the prior Tuesday (“Soccer Mom” stories), so I was fully loaded.
Afraid of the mess that I knew was coming, I warned her, “I’m getting close to coming. It’s gonna be a lot, I’ve been saving it up for you.”
“Oh God I hope so,” she replied, and kept jacking me with one hand and cradling my balls with the other.
Tanya was an expert with her hands. Every few seconds she would run her palm over the head of my cock to gather up the copious precum, and use that as lube to keep stroking me. She could feel me tense up as I approached the point of no return.
“Yes, come,” she whispered.
My cum shot out like a gunshot, the first shot nearly hitting the roof of the car. Cum rained down on both of us, landing on my chest and legs, Tanya’s arms and legs as well. After about four shots, she leaned down and sucked the remaining cum out of my dick, then licked up what she could off of my skin.
For my part, the buildup was so intense, and the release drained me. I flopped back against the door and caught my breath, while Tanya played with the remaining cum she could find and then wiped up whatever had hit the upholstery of her car.
We looked at each other and cracked up laughing.
“I love to watch a guy come. Love love love it,” she said. “Seeing the cum fly out of the end of a dick is so hot. I’m sure you’ll fuck me quite a few times this weekend, just make sure you pull out on occasion so I can watch you come. And don’t worry about how much or where it lands. The more the better.”
We went to the hotel and sat in the lobby bar while we waited for our room to be ready, and she was whispering filthy things in my ear about how she was going to sit on my face and grind her pussy all over me and let me fuck her however I wanted as long as I shot my cum on her. This bitch was in heat!
Finally the call came that our room was ready, so we hurriedly went to the elevators and pressed the buttons like our lives depended on it. Tanya attacked me in the elevator, kissing me furiously and rubbing her crotch against me knee.
I opened the room and we rushed inside. I don’t remember ever being with someone who was this hot and frantic for sex as Tanya was right now. Not that I blame her –if we had been in opposite positions and I had fingered her to a squirting orgasm in my car but had to wait another two hours for my own relief, I’d be jacked up big time.
She pushed me on the bed, stripped off her pants and made good on her promise — she sat on my face and drenched me. Her cunt was wet and wide open and the second my tongue hit her clit, she exploded in an expletive-filled chorus.
Tanya rode my face for a few minutes, then swung around in a 69, swallowing my cock pretty deep but not all the way. I reached out and tried to force my cock all the way down her throat, but she resisted, so I let it go for the time being.
After just a few minutes, she dismounted from the 69 and sat right down on my cock, humping me to an immediate orgasm, then another. When she’d had enough, I pushed her into a sitting position and she rode me slowly. Her hands went to her nipples and she squeezed them with her thumb and index finger, and I could see that she was pinching them extremely hard.
“I’m sorry I can’t deepthroat you. I’ve tried, I just can’t. I tried before and actually threw up on my husband, so I’d just rather not have that happen again.”
“Fair enough,” I replied. “It ain’t for everyone.”
“Why didn’t we date when we were younger?” she asked. “We clearly liked each other.”
“I don’t think our friends would have approved. You dating an asshole jock, and me dating a nerdy band geek. We would never have heard the end of it.”
“I suppose you’re right,” she agreed. “It’s too bad though, I would have sucked your dick every day.”
I laughed and replied, “Well you can suck it all day today and the next two days if you want.”
“Oh I want,” she said, pinching her nipples to the point that they were turning bright red. “And I want to watch you come, all over me. I love to watch a guy come, it’s so hot. Oh God I’m going to come again thinking about it.”
Tanya shuddered with another orgasm, and I was extremely turned on by this girl’s kinks. In mid-orgasm I flipped her demetevler escort over and threw her legs back, pounding her with fury while she squeezed her tits and abused her nipples further.
“You’re a fucking crazy bitch,” I said. “I’m going to come now.”
I pulled out and she released her nipples, lifted her head and grabbed my cock with both hands, stroking it until I blasted come up into the air and it rained down on her as it had in her car. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, catching what she could while the rest fell on her tits and stomach.
She smeared my cum around her torso with one hand and furiously fingered her pussy with the other, convulsing in yet another orgasm.
I was starting to be scared about what I was in for the rest of the weekend.
I laid down next to Tanya after she came, and she leaned down to squeeze the last drops of cum out of my dick, enjoying the sight of even the tiniest droplets of cum that came out of the head, which she then licked up.
She finally flopped back onto the bed and we laid there quietly for a few minutes, and I dozed off after having flown for 4 hours and come twice since I landed.
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I woke with a start around 6:00 pm local time, I was still several hours off on my body clock. I heard the shower running so I went into the bathroom to find Tanya in the shower.
“Mind if I join you?” I asked.
“Sure, step right in,” she answered. “I love having cum all over me but after it dries it needs to come off.”
“Hey no offense taken, totally understand.”
We soaped each other up and started to get wound up again. I gently pushed her to her knees and put my cock in her mouth, which she accepted willingly. She gave me really good head, and although I was tempted to try to force some deepthroat training on her, she had made it pretty clear that this wasn’t her cup of tea, and I really didn’t want to be puked on (although what better place than in the shower?).
The hotel room was a nice upscale place, and the shower was a large walk in, so I pulled my cock from her mouth after a few minutes and maneuvered her to her hands and knees and got down into position to fuck her from behind. I felt her wet pussy, opened her up with a finger, then slid my hard cock into her, fairly forcefully. I dispensed with any tenderness, opting to go right for the kill, reached up and grabbing her wet hair and yanking her head back.
I pounded her like this for a few minutes, her wet ass making waves with each stroke.
Finally I yanked her head to look at me, and said, “I’m gonna come all over your face, is that what you want? You’re a total slut aren’t you? No different than anyone else, just a crazy fuckin cum slut, right?”
I’d never had anyone argue with me when I called them names, but Tanya did.
“No, I’m not a slut, please don’t say that, I’m not a slut.”
“Don’t lie to me. You jerked off five guys in front of your friends in that tent, then did the same to me in your car. You couldn’t even wait til we got into a hotel room. You’re a cum slut. Admit it, or you won’t get my cum, I’ll just pull out and go home.”
I had her.
“Yes, I’m sorry, I’m a slut, God I need you to come on me, please come on me, I’m a cum slut, please.”
Bingo.
“Turn around,” I ordered, and she quickly spun around, grabbed my cock with both hands at first and jerked it furiously. Within ten more seconds I was coming again, blasting away on her face. She kept her eyes open to watch, and one shot hit her right in the eye, which she closed and continued jerking me and watching with her other eye. She was moaning and furiously rubbing her pussy with a free hand that had left my cock after I started coming. Her whole face was covered in my cum.
I shut off the shower briefly and said, “Don’t move.”
Reaching out onto the sink, I grabbed my phone a took a couple pictures of her.
“Why are you doing that?” she asked.
“In case you forget that you are a cum slut, you can look at this to remind yourself,” I laughed as I hit send to her.
I turned the shower back on and she washed her face off, then we returned to the living space wearing hotel robes. We opened some wine from the minibar and chatted a bit.
She said, “I didn’t think I liked being called names. Some guy I was dating many years ago before I got married was very jealous and saw me talking to another guy once and called me a slut. So that’s always stuck with me. But hearing it during sex is really hot, and as soon as I accepted it and let loose it was so liberating. Thank you.”
Over the next couple days we must have fucked ten more times, with me pulling out and coming on her all but maybe three times. Tanya wasn’t into any ass play, and while we did try some deepthroat training at one point, it wasn’t meant to be.
We parted at the airport with promises to stay in touch. I got a text from her about 2 days later, saying, “Thanks for the UTI” (urinary tract infection) with a crying and a laughing emoji, and I responded with “yeah that’s the downside of a weekend fuck fest, sorry,” and that was really the end of it other than a few “hey how ya doin?” texts on occasion.