THE ITCH

It started in the late fifties. I was eighteen and my boyfriend, Gary, had been pressuring me for sex. I was saving myself for marriage and I was pretty sure it wasn't going to be Gary.

We'd been going out for almost a year and it seemed every month or so I gave him a little more. By that I mean, eventually, I let him feel my tits through my blouse and bra. Three months later, I let him unbutton my blouse and feel me up through my bra.

By the time senior year came around, he was fingering me and I was jerking him off.

There was a secluded spot along the beach where lovers went and that's where I let Gary fuck me for the first time. In the back seat with me on my back. It was very uncomfortable. Looking back, Gary wasn't a great fuck; he wasn't even a good fuck, but the feeling of a cock in my pussy was the greatest thing ever.

Forty years later and I haven't got over that feeling. Not Gary fucking me; a cock in my pussy. My name is Julie and I love getting fucked. I know, lots of women like getting fucked, but not like me. Over the years, I've talked to lots of women. Most like the romanticism of it; they like being made love to by "their man." The fucking part for most of them is just okay.

Let me be clear, I like getting fucked. I like the feeling of a cock going in and out of my pussy. Frankly, I've never had enough. It's like I have this itch that I can't get rid of.

After that first fuck with Gary, we fucked every chance we got until we went off to college.

I fucked my way through college. I mean that literally. I fucked other students; I fucked guys who lived in town, I fucked my professors. I made Dean's List probably because I fucked the Dean. That itch wouldn't go away.

It was a small college which until recently was all men. There were less than a hundred women. I'm not lying when I tell you I was getting more cock than all those other girls combined.

I went through four roommates the first semester at college. Each of them moved out because I brought guys back to our dorm room and fucked them. That didn't bother them. It was that I was so loud when I was getting cock. I mean really loud as in "FUCK ME, BABY, KEEP FUCKING ME. YOUR BIG COCK IS SO GOOD TO MY PUSSY. DON'T STOP, BABY. JULIE'S PUSSY LOVES YOUR COCK," loud. Only temporarily, actually momentarily that got rid of the itch.

Most people would say I'm attractive. I'm 5'7" tall with brown hair. My tits are good size and men say I have a nice ass. I really don't care if men like my tits or my ass as long as they fuck my pussy.

Speaking of my ass, when I'm getting fucked, it's in perpetual motion. I want men to get the best fuck of their lives and come back for more. Besides in the moment, it stops the itching.

As for the other parts of sex. I could care less if a guy eats me. I prefer his cock to his tongue. If he wants to get my pussy ready by eating me, that's fine, but it's not that important. As soon as I see a guy, my pussy is wet.

As for blowjobs, there's no chance I'd let a guy cum in mouth. I want him to fill my pussy, not my mouth. Sure, if I was in a long-term relationship, I'd suck his cock, but only to get it ready for my pussy.

What do I look for in a guy? It's probably best if I tell you what doesn't matter. Size is relatively unimportant, unless he has a mini-cock. Circumcised or uncircumcised-doesn't matter. Race doesn't matter either. One of the best guys I fucked was a guy from India. He was a professor, but damn, he could fuck and his cock was one of the smaller ones I was familiar with.

That reminds me; what's most important is the opposite of pre-mature ejaculation. I wanted a guy who can fuck and fuck and fuck. That was true of all three of my husbands. Yes, three, and frankly, I'm looking for the next one.

After college I was hired by a small, highly successful, family-owned bio-tech company which was doing cutting edge research (for the time). I worked there two years until I was fired by the wife and co-owner because I was fucking her husband, the other co-owner. It gets better. It turns out she may have been able to fire me as an employee, but she couldn't fire me as her daughter-in-law. That's right, I was also fucking her son who wanted to marry me. Mike was only eighteen. His mother tried to bribe me to go away, but it wasn't money I was interested in, it was Mike's cock. Oh my, that cock. Once it got hard, it stayed hard all night and, in the morning, it was ready for more. He knew how to scratch that itch.

Mike wasn't the perfect husband, but he had the perfect cock. For seven years all we did was fuck. I know that some women give blowjobs when they have their period. Mike and I considered it a time to rest and recharge.

Here's the other thing about me. I'm not creative in bed. By that I mean, I liked being on my back and let Mike bang the shit out of my pussy. He was very good at that. As for me, like I said, my ass never stopped.

There wasn't much doggie fucking or me on top or any other position you can think of. Oh, Mike wanted to try them all, and we did, but I liked being on my back. I thought I gave Mike the best fuck that way and that was the best way to scratch the itch in my pussy.

For the first year of marriage, we lived with his parents. My mother-in-law, who with good reason, hated me, insisted we move out because I was too loud when Mike was fucking me; which was all the time. They lived in a huge mansion and we had one wing all to ourselves, but still when Mike was giving me his cock, I could be heard throughout the estate and even in the servants' quarters in another building.

Mike's parents bought us a seven-acre estate with a lovely cabin right in the middle. I could scream as loud as I wanted and did.

It ended when Mike announced, "Julie, I just can't keep up. I need a rest; my cock needs a rest. You're never satisfied."

He was right. My pussy was always itching for his cock; always. If he couldn't keep up, he was useless.

For the next three years, four or five nights a week I brought men home to my seven-acre estate with its lovely cabin. Some of them were good fucks, but too many were a waste of my time. There were the pre-mature ejaculators. There were the once a night guys who rolled over and went to sleep after we fucked. Once a night was not going to do it for me. There were the guys who wanted a blowjob. They all left my pussy unsatisfied and itching.

Then along came Darren. Oh my!!! He was a few years older than me; taught at a near-by university and once we started seeing each other, we fucked all the time. He was a fabulous fuck and could go on and on and on, which you know I loved. I told you size doesn't matter, and it doesn't but Darren had a huge cock. It went places in my pussy no other cock had been. It scratched my itch; oh yeah, he scratched it.

I also told you I could take or leave blowjobs. That was true, but two or more mornings a week, Darren said, "Julie, if you put my cock in your mouth to get it hard, I'll be so ready to fuck your incredible pussy." I was more than happy to get on my knees.

Darren always used words like incredible, amazing or marvelous before the word pussy. In case you want to know, Darren never used the word ‘delicious' to describe my pussy. That was fine with me, as long as his big cock fucked me, and it did almost all the time when he didn't have a class.

We were married for three years. Three years of the best fucking a girl could expect. When he was done, my itch was gone, but only for a few hours.

It was the ‘delicious' pussy thing that ended our marriage. One day I was in desperate need of his cock and thought I'd surprise him by showing up at his office at the university when I knew he didn't have a class. I wore a short skirt and no panties. My pussy was dripping in anticipation.

When I opened his office door, Darren was on his knees, on the floor with some naked freshman girl on his couch with her legs spread and his face in her bush. The only words I heard was, "baby, you have a delicious pussy."

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