GIRL 51
CORVETTE GIRL
PART II - TIMESHARE GIRLFRIEND
While I dated her and fucked her, Corvette Girl also dated and fucked Land Rover Boy. She was sexual with him when she found me, and after we fucked the first time, Corvette Girl was writing up Land Rover Boy's walking papers, and I suddenly got insecure and ordered her to keep seeing Land Rover Boy.
What? she asked. Nothing says you have to fuck only one guy at a time, I said. Personally, if it were up to me, we'd have Land Rover Boy doing your mouth while I fuck your ass. Do you think he'd join us? She shook her head. Homophobic, she said. No way he wants to be in the same room as another guy, much less a naked guy, and even much less with a naked guy with a hardon. Damn, I said.
So we carved up the week. Land Rover Boy had her (and had her and had her) Tuesday. (Monday was rest, and with Corvette Girl, both Land Rover Boy and I needed it.) On Wednesday she was mine, and we'd warm up with her telling me how Land Rover Boy had fucked her. Land Rover Boy had a pretty cock but it was smaller than mine by 15% although was bigger in girth, but the thing about Land Rover Boy is that he was a heavy cummer. He could cum four times in a night, and every load was like the first in a year, cum blasting out on every cock convulsion. He loved to pull his cock out of her mouth and soak her face with cum for the first time. More than once she'd gotten her eyelids glued shut with cum, or the irritation and redness from cum hitting her in the eye. The second time he'd pump it into her pussy, the third time into her ass, and then deep in her throat. We'd both get so turned on talking about how Land Rover Boy ravaged her that I would just throw her body down and fuck her and fuck her and fuck her.
Now, I wasn't the cum maniac that Land Rover Boy was, but I was long, I got all those hard-to-reach places, and I had stamina unheard-of in Land Rover Boy Land. When Corvette Girl told Land Rover Boy about my performance, he was at once turned on and jealous. Land Rover Boy played dirty - he didn't masturbate at all and saved all his cum for Corvette Girl. I just couldn't do it. My sex drive is just too damned high, I need it all the time. I triednot to spunk off the day I'd see Corvette Girl, but I'd get excited that she would be coming over, and it would make me think of all the dirty stuff she did, which get me foaming over horny, and I'd have to touch myself.
And dear God, the dirty stuff she did. She'd bend over my desk with dirty downloads running onscreen, taking it up the ass while some triple-X porn played. She'd do her usual cocksucking and climaxing from semen in her mouth. One time I stroked myself while she fingered me, and just from that, when I came on my stomach, she climaxed as well. When I asked her how, she smiled and said it was from watching me and smelling me. In the mornings she was with me, I'd set the alarm an hour early, make coffee, put a steaming cup on her nightstand, then lick my finger and ram it up her ass, and she'd moan and then growl. Soon I was fucking her until she came in a screaming orgasm and when she came down from it, I'd hug her and hand her the coffee, and since she always came so fast, it would still be steaming hot. She called this routine being "fucked up." The remainder of the hour, after she got a cup of coffee in her, would naturally be her sucking me before her shower.
Corvette Girl was deliciously local. Once, at 3:15 in the morning, I was surfing for sluts on Match (remember, we were non-exclusive, I was allowed, even encouraged, to search for sluts!) and I saw that Corvette Girl was on AOL, so I instant messaged her, and at 3:20 I typed, I am so horny. She replied, "God so am I." I typed, well, then, come on over. By 3:30 am, my cock was wet.
Then there were the toys. I'd experimented with toys way back. Wife number one had done them to me. Different kind of orgasm, all internal and intense, with a soft cock splashing cum everywhere. Very sexy if the girl likes it, but it seemed a tough sell to a girl. But Girl 6 had loved toy play, and one day I'd had a double-ender in hers and mine at the same time - very erotic. But I was inhibited around her. Enema Nurse Girl had used a toy at one point, but it was really Corvette Girl who was my training ground. Trouble was, even with her, I was inhibited, and after an intense play session I felt too embarrassed that I needed that kind of sex to look her in the eye. Wife two, Girl Zero, had insisted I never do that. It insulted her Catholic sensitivities. I couldn't, so I went underground with it, using the odd household improvised dildo when she was out of the house. Why is there shit on the spatula handle? Corvette Girl used the strapon once, which I'd bought back with Girl 6, but had never used. That may have contributed to the end, as I'd had to nag the hell out of Corvette Girl to do it. Perhaps she was too submissive for me, I thought. Submissive was fine when you wanted to be the aggressor, but if you needed your girl to occasionally be the aggressor and harness on a strapon, too submissive means you have to beg her to do it, which takes all the pleasure away.
Then there was St. Patrick's Day. I picked her up at the airport from a business trip. At home were $300 worth of new toys and bondage gear. I tied her up, bound her hand and foot, and while taking pictures, put each of a dozen toys into every hole, then used my cock on them, and Corvette Girl took the best pictures. She looked gorgeous with a cock in her mouth, even better with one in her ass with a vibrator stuffed into her pussy.
Finally, there was the matter of Land Rover Boy. On a Tuesday, which was his day, he opted out. Busy or something. My usual standing date with my daughter had been canceled, so I told Corvette Girl. She did the dance, saying she was horny, then I confessed I was too and invited her over, and as I hung up the phone, she knocked on the door. I opened it and said, what took you so long? She'd laugh, come in, grab a drink, drop off her bag, sit on the bed, pull off her boots, her pants, her blouse, her bra, her panties, and without a word, get on her knees with her head down, her back arched and she'd be ready for a hard cock in her ass. God, I loved Corvette Girl!
But Land Rover Boy, as a result of Corvette Girl's total disclosure policy, became furious that on "his day," she fucked me. In his mind, Corvette Girl fucking me on a Tuesday was cheating. But if she fucked me on Wednesday, that was fine. At first I thought it was a joke, but he was truly upset. The madder he got, the angrier Corvette Girl got with him, until she dumped him. I felt uncomfortable about it. I wanted her to make it back up with him, but she wouldn't. Suddenly I was alone in the room with her, and it made me feel strange.
Two things happened simultaneously. She went away for ten days to the west coast for vacation with her grown daughter and grandchildren (yikes, I'm fucking a grandmother! But Corvette Girl and her lovely daughter could do a mother-daughter porno if they ever wanted to). Just as she left, I felt something kick in. Actual relationship feelings for her, rather than just the lust-friendship thing we'd had so far. I genuinely missed her. I pined for her. I wanted her. On the phone I told her that she mattered to me.
It got away from me. We went too far, too fast, and maybe it was just "you're in Washington state and I'm horny" emptiness that made me confess to big feelings that perhaps weren't as big as I thought. I picked her up from the airport, and the rush of good feelings I expected didn't quite arrive with her.
Something was different. Perhaps Land Rover Boy being gone. Perhaps both of us saying the L-word, and hearing ourselves say it aloud made molecules of inhibition form.
A three day weekend in early April came. We argued about the townhouse I was moving into, because it was the exact same unit as the one Girl Zero and I had lived in 1996 and 1997. She thought it would be improper. My son liked the idea - I was taking custody of him for his last two years in high school. Corvette Girl thought there would be too many ghosts there. That and the fact that she absolutely fucked me into a coma for two days straight, until there was nothing left of my mojo at all, and the general malaise plus the fight contributed to a mood. I went to see the townhouse alone, sneaking out instead of taking her with me. When I got back, she'd gone back to her place. I sat at the computer and typed up a quick Dear Jane letter.
Her replies were bitter and long and filled my email every day. I patiently waited two weeks, then approached her again, apologized, and asked if we could be friends, and I meant it. Shyly, she confessed that she was already two boyfriends down the road.
You slut! I shouted playfully. Give me details. Oh man, the stuff she told me about Muffin Boy would curl your hair.
Over the next few months we consulted with each other about relationships. Today I like to think we arranged each other's safe landing. She's with a guy who seems completely perfect, and I found Bat Girl.
I always considered Corvette Girl a monument to what female sexuality can be at its peak. She is the proof of what a woman can be in bed. When women tell me that females are constructed differently than men, I beg to differ. I hold up Corvette Girl as the example, and she helped me keep my standard for females high.
After her, almost no one measured up. It was a long wait for Bat Girl. But today, I am absolutely convinced that there would BE no Bat Girl unless there had been a Corvette Girl. I think of Girl 6 and Corvette Girl as sort of the Moses and John the Baptist to Bat Girl's Christ. Theycame first and paved the way.
Thank you for existing, Corvette Girl. Many happy orgasms to you. I hope you're still furiously fucking and sucking until you're 106 and they force you to stop.
All my love,
Book Boy
Aka Playboy Author Boy
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