He spread his legs as wide as he could and I brought my hands around the back of his buttocks and started rubbing the hair between them. He was on fire by that time and so was I – my pussy was burning – I had to manipulate myself now, and so I brought one hand down to find my hard clitoris.
The pleasure was incredible. I started moving my head back and forth, using hard sucking movements on his long shaft, as I held tightly to his expanding balls, while my other hand nearly drove me out of my own mind with excitement.
He was watching as closely as he could. I looked up to see him looking at his cock sliding in and out of my expert lips. He touched my head with his hands and then brought his fingers down along his groin, till they wrapped around the bottom of his penis, where my mouth met his pubic hair every few seconds.
His fingers touched my lips, which were around the thick base of his cock, and forced them open so he could feel the fingers in there with his organ; fingers and cock, being sucked, licked, tickled with my tongue. He grooved on it all, my lips, my saliva, my face, his balls. His hands ran over his body, over my face, down under my chin. He was in ecstasy and I was nearing my climax.
I began sucking as hard as I could, pulling on his cock, drawing the full length of it into my throat, and then almost completely out till only the mushroom head stayed locked in my lips, and back in again. He had his right hand wrapped around the base of his organ, so each time I pressed forward my lips touched his fingers. His left hand was pulling my hair.
The pain of his manly grip on my hair, the feel of his huge hard cock violating my mouth, the sound of pleasure pouring from his lips in short gasps, the incredible glow on his face, and my hand working my little bud into a frenzy all drove me to the point where I could not hold back any longer. My hand felt the juices beginning to pour, and soon my legs were wet with the warm liquid of my orgasm.
I worked harder and harder until I heard him shout and felt him release the grasp on my hair. I grabbed his balls and squeezed them tightly as I felt them shake and jump in their sack. He came. He rammed his penis down my throat and held my head there, against his wet pubic hair, as the jets of cum poured from the end of his cock and floated down my throat without my even having to swallow.
I stayed there, even though he released his grip on my head, till the last of his white liquid had poured from the tip of his cock. He kept his balance, though I knew he was dizzy, until I released his balls from my hand and pulled my head from his cock. It fell from my lips and hung, half-limp already, against his leg. Then he fell to the floor and rolled onto his back, lying in front of me with his legs stretched.
I remember he just lay there moaning how great it had been, how fantastic, how he couldn't believe it. I believed him. Really, it had been great. His cock was so well-shaped, curved at just the right point to enter my throat, and the skin was so smooth and light. I'm hung-up on cocks, I guess. Well, I could think of a lot worse things to be hung-up on.
And so he stayed there, on the floor, for what seemed like hours, while I played with his soft cock. It was fascinating. Here was six inches of soft, gentle cock just resting there between his legs, and I took every advantage of it.
I kissed it and nibbled on it. He spread his legs and brought his hands up under his head to form a pillow for himself. He loved every minute of it! And so did I! I flicked it with my tongue and took it into my mouth. How different it felt! It amazed me how something so rubbery and gentle could grow into something so hard and powerful. I buried it in my mouth and licked the hairs at its base while I swirled it around with my tongue.
I let it slip out of my lips and I licked his balls, sliding my tongue over them till they were wet and slippery. Then I sucked them into my mouth at the same time. I love doing that, but it's hard to do, since the scrotum usually tightens when a guy's excited. But once in a while I'm lucky. Here he was, one of the few unusual ones. His balls hung inches from the base of his cock and I could get every bit of them into my mouth.
He brought his hand down and took hold of his cock. I watched as his tightened fingers began to slide up and down the organ as it grew hard. One moment it had been hanging there and now it was standing what seemed like feet above my face. I sucked hard at his balls, moving my teeth and tongue over the hairy warm skin, as I brought my little finger up to playfully rub the entrance to his asshole. He was in heaven.
My concentration was on that huge thing above me and I kept imagining what the eruption would be like. I dig sucking, and I dig getting sucked and fingered sometimes, but I also dig watching a guy shoot, especially if his cock is big and I can catch the load in my mouth, or lick it up afterwards.
So I watched him, watched his fist jerking his cock half off his body, felt his ass bump on the floor and his balls swim in my mouth. I thought, looking at that hand, how like my brother he looked. I'll tell you about my brother later, but this guy's cock looked incredibly like Billy's, the way it was shaped and the way his hand ran up and down it, almost hurting himself just the way Billy used to.
And he came the way Billy did, too. Like a man. I slammed my fingers straight up my cunt as I saw the shot from the end of his cock! It flew into the air and landed directly on my nose. Then it kept coming and I closed my eyes, for fear it would land there. I've had that happen before and I can tell you it burns! But it didn't hit my eyes. Just my face, all of my face, and after I knew it was finished, I released his throbbing balls and rolled my face all over his thighs, over his cock, his hand, over his balls. I licked and brushed it with my hair and I must have looked a mess when I got up off the floor, but who the hell gave a flying damn? I wasn't competing for any beauty contest. But I sure was winning the cocksucking contest!
Just when he left, I don't remember. I was in heaven. I think we stayed on the floor for hours. Anyway, he left very happy and I crawled into bed and fell asleep. It was only nine, but it had been a good night. And a tiring one, too.
CHAPTER TWO
I feel better – more relaxed – now that I've told you about last night. I was so excited by the incident, I just had to tell someone, to get it off my chest, so to speak! And now I can settle down and begin to tell you about myself, my life, and my loves.
I will concern myself only with sexual matters because I don't want to bore you; but when I really think about it, that's all that interests me anyway – most of my life has revolved around sexual matters. Sex has been the driving force in my life, it has been my existence. And I think it will be my future also.
I should begin with Billy, my brother, who introduced me to the world of sex. Later I can get to Greg – the guy who changed my life. I'm over the hurt of that now. I think I can tell the story with a good amount of objectivity.
I have a cigarette here burning next to me. A glass of Scotch is handy to keep me cool. And I'm ready to let down my hair and talk to you. So let's get going…
When people – especially in Hollywood – ask where I'm from, I tell them Milwaukee. Actually, the truth is I'm from a little dump called Two Forks, which is in the heart of the farm lands of Wisconsin, but Milwaukee sounds better.
Thus, Two Forks is where I was born and raised. On a farm just outside the city. I'm the only girl in the family. I have a brother four years older; I'm almost twenty-one, so Billy is twenty-four. But I always think of him at the age of sixteen – for a very special reason.
Billy was sixteen that day I first saw him playing with himself in the barn. I can't remember much of anything regarding sex until that time. Oh, I played with myself before that, and I remember seeing Billy naked when we were little kids, but nothing more than that. Being brought up on a farm taught me about sex quite early for it wasn't possible to watch the horses and other animals go through the act of intercourse and not know exactly what they were doing.