So, let's talk about anal sex for a brief moment. As you all know by now I love anal sex. I started when I was very young fondling and playing with myself, graduated to whatever toys I could find and then on to the real thing. The problem with anal is (and if you actually do this you are aware) that often times it just doesn't feel right, for any number of reasons. I just want to clarify that as much as I love anal, I often gave the guys blow jobs or hand jobs or just rubbed my pussy on their cocks and let them put it in an inch or two and cum. So I wasn't just a total "anal slut". Mr HW thought I needed to clear that up. He gives me anal most Sunday mornings but there are times when I'm not feeling it so I just let him fuck me normally.
Oral sex, I LOVED giving oral sex to guys and that I was really a slut about. If I had the chance to suck a guy's cock I would do it. I have no idea why that was such a turn on but it always was. The benefit of that was that when I was young it kept me out of a situation where a guy wanted to get off and wanted to fuck me at the same time. Young guys would always take a blow job and be satisfied. I can't say the same about offering them anal. That was a bit of a shock to me but most guys weren't and still aren't interested.
As the new school year started I was busy with studying, working a bit and my drill team practice and performances. In the late summer and early fall I found myself habitually going over to Brant and Matt's house to hang out and sun at the pool on the weekends. Matt, of course, was gone off to college so I laid out by myself and got back to doing what I always used to do. I read my porn and masturbated, feeling the warm sunshine on my pussy. Normally I would just go over after my running (by this time I had taken up what would eventually become my lifelong physical fitness obsession), take off my running gear, stripping down to just my panties and nothing else. Just lying there in my panties and topless. I never worried about Brant catching me topless or masturbating because he had seen it so many times before. He would often just "happen along" after I had been laying out for awhile and chat. Eventually he would sit beside me on the oversized chaise lounger and we would talk, sometimes smoke a bit of pot and always have fun conversations. He always told me how amazing he thought it was that I would really hold nothing back and was always so truthful and frank with him. I just always felt comfortable with him and I know that Matt told him everything we did anyway. I didn't figure that much would shock him.
On Sundays he would always stop by and pick me up to go hiking someplace. Sometimes dad would actually come along but most of the time not. When we hiked we had great fun. We would have serious conversation, inane conversation and just laugh till we dropped. He always told me how funny he thought I was and how happy I made him because I was so youthful and positive. He was easy to be around and I really enjoyed out time together.
Now, there was always an undercurrent of physical attraction between us as these times progressed. It was so much easier since Matt had left to have this more physical type of attraction between Brant and me. We would hold hands at times when we walked and embrace when it got chilly or we felt like it. We began to have slight kisses on these hikes. This wasn't like kissing Cher and it wasn't like kissing the boys. He mostly behaved and I often tried not to behave. I could feel his hard cock against me when we embraced so I knew quite well that he was turned on sexually by me, no matter how much he tried to act to the contrary.
He always attended the high school sports events, mostly football and basketball games. I always performed with the drill team at home games. Brant would give me a ride home most of the time now that Matt was gone. There really wasn't anything to it, at least for awhile. I performed at various civic events, parades, etc as well. I wore a number of costumes for the performances and I do have pics of me in some of them that I might share if there are enough people interested in reading about this and seeing the costumes. Matt and Jay used to tease me a bit and I teased them back about some of the costumes I wore. They had started calling me a "cheerleader" for a couple of stupid reasons even though they knew that I wasn't actually a cheerleader but was on the drill team. They enjoyed the tease because we had read several stories about cheerleaders in dad's porn collection and I was totally turned on by the "Barely Legal" issues that had cheerleader costumes. There were also others (maybe Playboy) that had "Girls Of" articles with pictorials of these coeds, hot and young and sometimes wearing cheer leading outfits. Even though I wasn't really interested in girls much in those days, I WAS totally interested in girls in those days. The boys knew it too, so that's the long explanation as to where me being a "cheerleader" came from. I would often tease them when one of the uniforms was particularly sexy. That cheerleader dress was the sexiest of all though. More on that later.
I could tell that things were getting more comfortable between Brant and me during this time. I would attend his parties, but if they weren't at the pool then I really felt like a fish out of water. I was a young "barely legal" high school girl and all of his friends were much older. I really didn't have much to talk with them about. A few of the girls were lots of fun and really enjoyed hanging out with me, but mostly at the pool parties. At the parties I would usually get a bit stoned or a bit of a buzz from drinking wine and that would only make me horny. When I got horny I wanted Brant. That said, he was trying to avoid any type of sexual activity with me at all. Sure we hugged, even kiss a bit, but even though I was perfectly legal to have sex with whomever I wished, he was hesitant to go there. That was frustrating for me because I saw and felt his erections when he was around me and I KNEW that he wanted me in a sexual way. I think maybe since he had known me since I was very young and he knew my dad, that it would take some time for him to become accustomed to the fact that I was now a sexual girl and legal to to what I pleased. I guess he didn't figure dad would see it that way if her ever found out, so he just kept it on the up and up. But you guys know enough about me, you know I was going to tempt him for all I was worth. I wasn't getting sex anymore and I was used to having it several times a week. This drought had to end. I had set my mind on Brant, and this was going to be a fantastic ride!
Mrs Hotwife
Oral sex, I LOVED giving oral sex to guys and that I was really a slut about. If I had the chance to suck a guy's cock I would do it. I have no idea why that was such a turn on but it always was. The benefit of that was that when I was young it kept me out of a situation where a guy wanted to get off and wanted to fuck me at the same time. Young guys would always take a blow job and be satisfied. I can't say the same about offering them anal. That was a bit of a shock to me but most guys weren't and still aren't interested.
As the new school year started I was busy with studying, working a bit and my drill team practice and performances. In the late summer and early fall I found myself habitually going over to Brant and Matt's house to hang out and sun at the pool on the weekends. Matt, of course, was gone off to college so I laid out by myself and got back to doing what I always used to do. I read my porn and masturbated, feeling the warm sunshine on my pussy. Normally I would just go over after my running (by this time I had taken up what would eventually become my lifelong physical fitness obsession), take off my running gear, stripping down to just my panties and nothing else. Just lying there in my panties and topless. I never worried about Brant catching me topless or masturbating because he had seen it so many times before. He would often just "happen along" after I had been laying out for awhile and chat. Eventually he would sit beside me on the oversized chaise lounger and we would talk, sometimes smoke a bit of pot and always have fun conversations. He always told me how amazing he thought it was that I would really hold nothing back and was always so truthful and frank with him. I just always felt comfortable with him and I know that Matt told him everything we did anyway. I didn't figure that much would shock him.
On Sundays he would always stop by and pick me up to go hiking someplace. Sometimes dad would actually come along but most of the time not. When we hiked we had great fun. We would have serious conversation, inane conversation and just laugh till we dropped. He always told me how funny he thought I was and how happy I made him because I was so youthful and positive. He was easy to be around and I really enjoyed out time together.
Now, there was always an undercurrent of physical attraction between us as these times progressed. It was so much easier since Matt had left to have this more physical type of attraction between Brant and me. We would hold hands at times when we walked and embrace when it got chilly or we felt like it. We began to have slight kisses on these hikes. This wasn't like kissing Cher and it wasn't like kissing the boys. He mostly behaved and I often tried not to behave. I could feel his hard cock against me when we embraced so I knew quite well that he was turned on sexually by me, no matter how much he tried to act to the contrary.
He always attended the high school sports events, mostly football and basketball games. I always performed with the drill team at home games. Brant would give me a ride home most of the time now that Matt was gone. There really wasn't anything to it, at least for awhile. I performed at various civic events, parades, etc as well. I wore a number of costumes for the performances and I do have pics of me in some of them that I might share if there are enough people interested in reading about this and seeing the costumes. Matt and Jay used to tease me a bit and I teased them back about some of the costumes I wore. They had started calling me a "cheerleader" for a couple of stupid reasons even though they knew that I wasn't actually a cheerleader but was on the drill team. They enjoyed the tease because we had read several stories about cheerleaders in dad's porn collection and I was totally turned on by the "Barely Legal" issues that had cheerleader costumes. There were also others (maybe Playboy) that had "Girls Of" articles with pictorials of these coeds, hot and young and sometimes wearing cheer leading outfits. Even though I wasn't really interested in girls much in those days, I WAS totally interested in girls in those days. The boys knew it too, so that's the long explanation as to where me being a "cheerleader" came from. I would often tease them when one of the uniforms was particularly sexy. That cheerleader dress was the sexiest of all though. More on that later.
I could tell that things were getting more comfortable between Brant and me during this time. I would attend his parties, but if they weren't at the pool then I really felt like a fish out of water. I was a young "barely legal" high school girl and all of his friends were much older. I really didn't have much to talk with them about. A few of the girls were lots of fun and really enjoyed hanging out with me, but mostly at the pool parties. At the parties I would usually get a bit stoned or a bit of a buzz from drinking wine and that would only make me horny. When I got horny I wanted Brant. That said, he was trying to avoid any type of sexual activity with me at all. Sure we hugged, even kiss a bit, but even though I was perfectly legal to have sex with whomever I wished, he was hesitant to go there. That was frustrating for me because I saw and felt his erections when he was around me and I KNEW that he wanted me in a sexual way. I think maybe since he had known me since I was very young and he knew my dad, that it would take some time for him to become accustomed to the fact that I was now a sexual girl and legal to to what I pleased. I guess he didn't figure dad would see it that way if her ever found out, so he just kept it on the up and up. But you guys know enough about me, you know I was going to tempt him for all I was worth. I wasn't getting sex anymore and I was used to having it several times a week. This drought had to end. I had set my mind on Brant, and this was going to be a fantastic ride!
Mrs Hotwife
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