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My Life
by Comixs (comixs@hotmail.com)
***
A young woman discovers that life isn't always peachy.
She learns a lot about herself and others around her.
She endures a lot of bad things, only to bring herself
back into focus when good things begin to happen to
her. (ff, Mf, MM, ped, inc, intr)
***
Author Note: I've tried to put some thought into this
one, so if you're expecting a jerk-off story, you're
going to be disappointed. If you like what you read,
let me know. Feedback is ALWAYS welcome and
suggestions are welcome, as well. Thanks! Enjoy! JJ
***
My first experience with sex was just after I hit 21.
As all the girls gathered for our last get-together of
the summer of 1978, we all made the unredeemable
promises that we'd always be in touch and that we'd
never forget each other. Oh well, we all know how that
turned out, don't we? It's just one of those things
that we always tell our friends, but somehow never
manage to keep, no matter how good the intentions.
Eva and I were best friends since the second grade. We
did everything together. We had our childhood
sleepovers, we went to Grandpa Ned's to swim, eat in
the summer and ice-skate in the winter. We had our girl
talk, and we were the first to tell each other when we
noticed our breasts were beginning to get bigger. We
even told each other when we started getting hair
between our legs.
At about 8:00 that Friday evening, we were the last two
left in our 'secret hideout' and we didn't really want
to leave. We were still having fun, laughing at all the
remarks that had been made earlier in the evening and
remembering the faces of the other girls as we all told
tales that made us laugh even harder. By the time the
others had left our sides were all sore from all the
laughter.
Eva and I looked at each other and laughed.
"I'll never forget that time Tammi and Jake got caught
in Grandpa Ned's pool without their swimsuits on!"
"I know what you mean," I answered. "I've never seen so
much red on two people's faces in my life. You'll never
convince me that they weren't up to something in that
pool!"
"Me, either!"
For a few minutes we just sat there, the silence
getting heavy between us.
For me it was the physical attraction I'd always felt
for Eva, and I thought she had the same attraction for
me as well. Guess I was wrong on that one.
We both got up to leave, the silence still there, and
grabbed each other to give a hug as we prepared to
leave. Well, before we both realized what was
happening, I was kissing her and she was returning the
kiss!
We pushed each other back and stared at each other.
"Where did that come from?" Eva asked me.
All I could do was stand there. Silent in
embarrassment.
"Well," I started, "I've always wanted to do that, and
I guess it just 'felt right' to do it now."
I thought Eva would be mad at me, but to my surprise,
she gave me another hug and kissed me again!
As we broke off the kiss, but continued the hug, she
said, "I've felt attracted to you for a long time,
Chris. I've wanted to do this for the past two years,
but was afraid of what you'd do or how you'd react."
Now it was my turn to push her back and look into her
very blue eyes.
"But I've felt the same way about you!"
"Really!"
"Really!" I answered.
We both sat back down on the hardwood floor and began
to talk to each other, seriously talk that is. Not that
common 'girl-talk' that you usually associate with
kids, but an almost grown-up talk that I think we'd
both been putting off for too long.
Before we realized it, it was dark outside and the
quiet was almost absolute, with the lone exception
being the noise of the crickets in the grass just
outside our hideout. After all, there wasn't anyone
around for at least 2 miles and with it being just the
two of us, and after our serious conversation of the
past 2 hours, things were bound to happen.
Right?
Anyway, we soon found ourselves laying on hastily
spread out quilts we'd arranged on the floor.
Eva was removing her clothing, and I was in the process
of removing mine as well. In a few minutes she was
sitting there in just her bra and panties and I joined
her a few minutes later.
"Boy, I wish my titties were as big as yours, Eva."
"Believe me, kiddo, you don't want them this big."
"Why?"
"Because they can be a real pain in the ass, that's
why. You've no idea what the boys think of a girl with
titties like this," and she lifted them up with her
hands as if to point out just how big they were.
"Everyone automatically thinks that with jugs like
these that you're older, more experienced and wanting
to jump in bed with any boy who asks to fuck you!
"The trouble is that they bother the hell outta ya,
too. Do you realize that I can't sleep at night unless
I have my bra on? I can only sleep on either my back
or on one of my sides. When I was younger, and less
endowed, I could sleep on my stomach, and I really
enjoyed that. Just laying there, with my hands and
arms under my pillow. It felt so comfortable and now I
miss it."
"Well, have you?" I asked.
"Have I what?"
"Fucked any of the boys yet?"
"No! And I don't intend to, either. I'm just not into
boys. I find myself attracted to other women.
"Like you."
"ME!!!"
"Hell, yes! YOU!! I've wanted to get into your panties
for the past two years, but never knew how to get close
enough to you to say anything. Then, when I did, I'd be
afraid of hurting our friendship and I didn't want to
do that. We've known each other for too long."
"Well, you should've asked me."
"Why?"
"Because I would've said yes!"
"Really?"
"Yes, I would've."
Eva reached behind her and unclasped her bra, allowing
her ample bossum to fall free of their restrictive
cups. I'd never seen a pair so big. What really stood
out were the large nipples. They were already hard and
seemed to stick out from her boobs at least a half
inch.
Then, she grabbed my hands and placed them on her
chest, and I just naturally began to knead them with my
fingers. Being as small as I am, I've never had the
pleasure to hold so much amazingly pliant flesh in my
own hands.
I mean, my breasts are still growing and, compared to
Eva, I'm flat-chested!!! My nipples are like hers
though, they get hard at the drop of a hat and stick
out as much as hers do. I just hate it when I get cold
and my nipples stick out so much. Embarrasses the hell
outta me to no end.
I leaned forward slightly and took one of her nipples
into my mouth and began to swirl my tongue around that
hardened bud.
Eva began to moan with delight, and I started to groan
myself.
I've fantasized about holding her nipples in my mouth
for some time, and now it was finally happening and I
could hardly believe it.
Eva and I were going to make love to each other!!!!
My dreams were coming true and I was going to enjoy it
as much as I could and a I know that I'd never forget
it, either.
In the meantime, I felt Eva as she reached behind me
and removed my sports bra, releasing the fabric from my
body. With nothing to hold it up, the bra quickly
slipped into my lap and she began to twist my nipples
with each hand. They were already hard and her
manipulation made me feel good. It felt nice to finally
feel her hands on my body and I could hardly wait to
feel her mouth and tongue on my nipples. I had a mini-
orgasm just thinking about it.
We laid there on that wooden floor and began to feel
each others bodies.
Eva was only about 2 inches taller than I was and when
we laid together that day it felt as though we were the
same in height, not to mention the passion that flowed
between us.
I felt her hands and they massaged my titties and then
roamed down my body to the crease between my legs. I
slowly imitated her and we were soon doing the same
things to each other, at the same time. I let her lead
and was only happy to follow. I guess I figured that if
Eva knew what she was doing, then I could do the same
thing to her and she'd not complain. Hey! I know I
wasn't complaining one bit!
Before I knew it she had two fingers inside me,
plunging deeper and deeper into my wetness with one,
while the other gently flicked at my tingling clitoris.
I was doing the same thing to her, as well. But, as she
continued to stroke me inside, I concentrated on her
nipples and nibbling them with my mouth, gently biting
them and licking around her large titties as well. I
guess that since I didn't really have any titties hers
kinda piqued my curiosity and I wanted to find out if
they were as sensitive as they appeared to be.
By her constant moaning I was guessing that they were.
I guess the other thing that really turned me on to her
was that she didn't have any hair around her pussy. She
was completely smooth down there and I made a mental
note to ask her about it once we were finished.
"Lay on your back, Chris."
"Why?" I asked her.
"Because I want to do something to you that I think
you'll love."
Without any more questions I did as she asked me and
laid on my back.
She crawled between my legs, with her head still over
my small titties, and began to lick my nipples again.
Only this time she didn't just work on my nipples.
Now she started to move down on my body, licking the
whole time, stopping at my belly button and licking
deep in that small hole for a few minutes. Then she
started spreading my legs a little at a time, until I
was fully open and exposed to her gaze.
"You have a nice pussy, Chris." She told me.
"And you know what?"
"What?"
"You look good enough to eat, my dear."
Did she mean what I thought she meant? Was she really
going to put her mouth on me down there? I could lay
back and watch and she resumed her journey down my
body, as I began to tremble in anticipation of that
first contact.
I didn't have to wait long, either.
In only a few minutes I felt her hands on my pussy
lips, as she pulled them apart and looked inside me.
She slipped one of her fingers into me, using one on
her other hand to gently massage the outer lips at the
same time.
Then she flicked a finger over my still hard clit and I
thought I was going to explode inside! It felt good.
And even though she'd already had her fingers inside of
me, I couldn't help but climax just the same. I guess
it was something to do with the stimulation of both
hands this time, but I know I was in heaven and nothing
mattered except that she continue what she was doing.
I raised up my head just in time to see her lower her
mouth to my gaping hole and I watched as she extended
her tongue and took that first lap of my juices that
freely flowed from inside and ran down the crack of my
ass.
Then her still, hot, tongue made first contact with my
clit!!! Now I know I was in heaven! Never in my life
had anything felt so good on me.
I used to masturbate a lot, and let me tell you
something, no matter what I used nothing felt as soft,
or as hot, as Eva's tongue that day!! I think I had one
of the biggest orgasms in my young life.
Then she began to push that talented tongue deeper into
me and I could feel every lick as she made contact with
my insides, continuing to lick on my clit occasionally
as well.
After about two or three minutes of that oral
manipulation of my pussy, she plastered her mouth over
my hole and started to suck my juices from me. She'd
drive her tongue into me, swirl it around my inner
lips, draw those lips into her mouth and suck on them
for a little while, but the whole time I steadily feed
her my quickly flowing juices. I never knew I could cum
so many times, and never knew that I had so much to
give, either.
Then she started moving her body around and in a few
minutes her legs were spread on either side of my head
and right there in front of my eyes was Eva's pussy,
also dripping an abundance of juices. And those juices
fell right on my face and into my mouth, giving me the
first taste of another woman.
I reached up and pulled her hairless lips apart, much
as she'd done to me earlier, and then moved up and made
contact with her clitoris with my tongue.
From her moaning and gyrating around on top of me, I
knew that I'd done the right thing.
I planted my mouth over her hole, spread my hands over
her ass and pulled her closer, and the proceeded to do
to her just what she was doing to me. I licked and
sucked and licked some more. I sucked her clit into my
mouth and held it there while flicking the tip of my
tongue over its head. I was getting a mouth full of her
cum, as she was getting from me at the same time.
I think we stayed that way for about 30 or 40 minutes,
never wanting to let the other one go. We were just
enjoying each other too much to quit.
But, in a little while, we both became too sensitive to
continue and we broke apart and laid there on the
floor, slowly recovering from those multiple orgasms
we'd had.
I knew I felt exhausted and I felt pretty sure that Eva
did, too.
After a few minutes of laying there I raised up on my
elbow and faced my best friend.
"Eva, that was just the best thing to happen to me
since I don't know when!"
"I'm so glad you enjoyed it, Chris. I know I did as
well. And, to tell you the truth, I was beginning to
wonder if it was ever going to happen. I've wanted to
do that to you for so long and I knew that if we ever
did get the chance that it would be something to
remember."
"You've got that part right! I don't think I was ever
going to stop cumming!"
"Hey, you've got a talented tongue there, kiddo, and
you shouldn't waste it. I don't know if your preference
is men or women, but believe me, you'd make some woman
a wonderful lover."
Now I was really embarrassed.
"Why so red-faced?" she asked me.
"Well, you see, it's like this...."
"My God!!! You're still a virgin, aren't you?"
Now I was really embarrassed.
"Yes," was all I could manage to say.
"Well, well. Seems I've bagged my first cherry," she
laughed.
"Yes, this is my first sexual experience and I enjoyed
it very much. Now, all I have to do is get used to what
just happened."
"Don't let it embarrassed you, Chris. I was the same
way the first time it happened to me. I like to think
of it as one of the most enlightening experiences in my
life."
"Are you a lesbian?" I asked her.
"I like to consider myself Bi," she told me.
"Meaning what?"
"That I like both men and women, but my preference is
women."
"So tell me, what's it like with a man?"
"Believe me, Chris, when it finally happens to you,
you'll know the difference and it's not something that
I can easily put into words. All I can say is give it a
chance. You might like it, and then again, you might
not. Everyone has a choice of which way you want to go.
While I do enjoy a hard cock in me on occasion, to me
there's nothing like making love to a woman. You'll see
for yourself one of these days."
We just talked for about an hour or more and just when
we were getting ready to get dressed and go home, I
thought of the question I had earlier wanted to ask
her.
"Why do you shave yourself down there," I pointed.
Eva laughed at that one, but she did answer me.
"Personally I prefer the feel of nothing down there. I
had a girlfriend suggest it to me, as she always kept
herself hair free down there, too. She even recommended
a very good depilatory for me to use and I've gotten so
used to it that I've just kept it all off. I find that
my lovers, both men and women, love the soft feel of my
lips down there, without any hair to get in the way.
Believe me, I prefer it much more when I make love to a
man, too. Much less irritation down there."
She gave me a tube of the stuff, since she carried it
in her purse all the time and suggested that I give it
a try, too. I promised her that I would and then we
gave each other a hug and a quick kiss and left our
secret place, heading to our respective homes.
It was about two days later that I asked another one of
my friends if she'd seen Eva lately, when I got the
shock of my life.
"Didn't you know?" she asked me.
"Know what?"
"Eva was hit by a hit-and-run driver last night. She
didn't make it."
Talk about being hit with a sledgehammer!!!
I'd spent the last two days with my grandparents, down
state, and had just gotten home late last night. My
parents apparently didn't know, either, or they'd have
told me at breakfast this morning. I guess it hit me
harder than I thought, as the next thing I remember is
staring up at the doctor's face in the emergency room.
"You'll be ok, young lady. You just passed out and
cracked your head on the sidewalk." He turned to my
mama, who was standing beside the bed, "She'll be fine.
Just a slight concussion from the smack with the
concrete, but just to be on the safe side, keep her at
home today and don't let her doze off. Concussions can
be crazy and anything could happen, so make sure she's
alert and keep a close eye on her. By tomorrow she
should be much better and should be able to go to
school with no problems at all."
"Thank you, Doctor," mama told him.
After that the rest of the week was one big blur, as
the viewing went by and then the funeral. It was a
closed casket and I was happy for that. I didn't want
to have to remember my best friend, and first-time
lover, laying in that cold steel case. I went to her
parents and gave them my condolences and her mother
kissed me on the cheek, while her father gave me a big
hug.
That was the last time I saw Eva's family.
Chapter 2
Today's my 26th birthday.
Technically, I'm still a virgin, too!
I've not had any kind of sexual relationship since that
day, when I was 21, that I learned that my best friend,
Eva, had been killed by a hit-and-run driver. I have no
idea if the driver was ever found and prosecuted.
Frankly, I never gave it another thought, either. I
just wanted to get away from that town and start over
again.
As luck would have it, my father was transferred to
another town about 2 hours away and we moved there so
that he wouldn't have such a long commute to work. The
city was nice and I soon made new friends and began to
date.
Image my surprise though when I was at the mall one day
and ran into none other than Grandpa Ned!
* * * *
I met Grandpa Ned for the first time when I was only 12
or maybe 13.
He's an older black man (well, at least to me back then
he was older.) and all the kids in the neighborhood
called him Grandpa Ned. Just so you'll understand that
there's no relation between us. I guess if I had to put
an age on him, I'd have to say he was at least in his
late 50's.
I had heard from my parents that his wife had died
about the time I was 2 and that he'd never remarried.
He preferred to spend his time with the neighborhood
kids, whether they were white or black. On plenty of
times the parents of the area used him as a babysitter
for us and we always had a good time there.
There were times he'd show us old movies that he had on
reels and had to wind them through this old machine and
we'd all laugh and have a blast. I don't think our
parents could've found anyone any better to watch over
us all. I know for a fact that the kids all enjoyed
themselves and there was never a complaint.
Grandpa Ned's used to be a local gathering place for
the kids when I was 12 and every weekend we'd have a
huge pool party in the summer and then cookouts and he
even had his pool open in the winter and we used it as
an ice skating rink. When you live in northern Michigan
the winters can be very cold.
Now, just to set the record straight, Grandpa Ned never
did anything to the kids. He wasn't like that and
besides, most of the kids I hung out with would've
reported him to their parents if he'd tried anything.
When I was growing up we were taught about child
molesters and what to look for and believe me, every
one of my friends got that same education and we were
always on the alert for anything unusual from
strangers. Heck, we even watched our friends parents,
but we never let on that we did.
You had to be careful during those days, hell, you
gotta be careful these days, too!
Any way, while we were always alert, that doesn't mean
that nothing happened.
As kids we sorta messed around with each other, but it
never got very far. Hell, we were scared to death of
what our fathers might do if they found out what we
were up to.
As most kids, we had our other hangouts, where it was
just us kids, usually the boys with the boys and the
girls with the girls. Yes, we all knew of each other's
hangouts, but we respected the other's privacy and we
never barged in on them, and they more or less left us
alone as well.
Like I said, we took care of each other and watched the
other kid's backs.
* * * *
"Chris! Is that you, child?"
"Grandpa Ned!" I shouted, glad to see a familiar face
at last.
"Where did you come from?" I asked him.
"Been here now for about 6 months. My brother is ill
and I had to move up here to help take care of him."
"I'm so sorry to hear that," I told him. "I do hope
that he'll get better and then you can go home again
and be with your friends."
"Not a problem, Missy. I've moved here now and I do the
same thing here that I did down there. I have a huge
pool in my back yard and the neighborhood kids come to
the house in the evenings and swim, eat, and enjoy each
others company. Still got the same rules, too."
"I know," I told him, "No drugs, no smoking, no
drinking, no sex!! Just have a good time at Grandpa
Ned's House!!"
"That's right. Guess I got about 14 or 15 boys and
girls who spend the evenings there and the parents are
real nice, too. Kinda reminds me of the parents back
home. They all care about their kids and, after seeing
the references from all the folks back home, they
didn't have any problems with me watching their kids
for 'em one bit. Still make a good bit of money as
well, and that helps me with what little bit I need and
lets me help my bother at the same time. Yes, missy,
it's just like back home, but I think it's better now
that I got my brother with me again."
"I'm so glad that you're happy. Hey, think I could stop
by one night, for old times sake? You know, to just sit
and chat with you for a while?"
"Sure thing, girl. I think that would be a nice idea.
You can tell some of these new kids about things that
happened down home and I think it'll make a difference
to the parents as well, to know that someone's here who
used to come to my old place."
"Ok, Grandpa Ned. Let me see what my schedule is for
the rest of the week and I'll be in touch."
He wrote his new phone number down for me and told me
to give him a call and we'd set up a time and place to
meet. He wanted me to meet his brother as well, who was
almost 15 years older then he was.
Let's see, that would now make Grandpa Ned in his
middle 60's, while putting his brother closer to 80.
For some strange reason I felt an unfamiliar tingle
between my legs, but chose to ignore it and continued
to the shop in the mall to get my shoes and then went
home, further thoughts of Grandpa Ned and his brother
no longer on my mind.
Two nights later, I was at one of the local bars,
sitting at the bar and nursing my first, and only
drink, of the evening. I was supposed to meet Jake
Stanford here for our first date and it was beginning
to look like I'd been stood up. I'd already been
waiting for almost an hour and had decided to give him
another 15 minutes before I left and went home.
While sitting there I was approached by a tall,
handsome black man.
"Hello. My's name's Sid." He reached out to shake my
hand, and I returned the gesture.
His skin felt smooth to the touch and I immediately
liked him. He seemed polite and educated and when he
asked me to join him at his table I readily agreed and
let him lead me to one of the corners of the bar.
Once at the table we sat and talked for a while, and I
was relaxing, listening to his smooth voice as he told
me about himself. I returned the gesture and told him a
little of my background.
We seemed to hit it off, too.
"Stood up?" he asked me.
"Seems so."
"Doesn't seem right to me. Why would anyone want to
stand up such a pretty young thing like you?"
"Beats the hell outta me," I answered. "I've only known
him for about 2 weeks and I thought we could make a
difference to each other and I was looking forward to
this date so much." I simply shrugged and looked into
his dark eyes.
"Well, would you consider going dancing with me, since
your date apparently isn't going to show up?"
To say I was surprised is an understatement. I've never
been asked by a black man for a date before, but I
thought about it and came to the conclusion that I
could still have a good time and that nothing serious
would come of it.
Boy, was I ever wrong!
"Sure," I told him.
"Just let me freshen up a little bit and I'll meet you
at the door."
That was the start of a very different date and one of
the most exciting times of my life.
Sid and I went to a dance place about 2 miles down the
road.
There was a mixture of black and white patrons and it
appeared as though everyone was having a good time, not
only at the bar and the tables, but also on the dance
floor. I could hardly wait to get Sid on the floor and
show him what a good dancer I was.
First we got a table (later I found that he was a
regular at the place and even had a table reserved for
him whenever he showed up). We ordered our drinks (him
a gin and tonic and me a Sprite, since I'm not much on
drinking) and we sat and continued to our conversation
from the bar.
"You from around here," he asked me.
"Actually, I'm new here. Only been in town about 8
months or so, and I'm still learning the area. But, I
love what I've seen so far and think I'll like it here
very much."
"Well, that's good to know. I like to meet new people
and the prettier the better, if you ask me."
We both laughed at that one and the atmosphere seemed
to get easier to breath. I was beginning to relax and
soon thoughts of my almost-date were gone.
In a little while we got up and went to the dance floor
and in no time I was showing Sid all my moves.
Apparently he was impressed and he told me so.
"Never seen a white girl with the moves you got, Chris.
Most the time it's the black girls with all they rhythm
and moves. Nice to see some white girls can dance."
"I took dance classes as a child and I've always loved
to get on the floor and move. I think it's just second
nature for me to dance and I feel so free on the floor,
and like nothing can stop me from having a good time
when I dance."
"Well, you gettin a lot of stares out here, too. Don't
think I've ever seen so many guys staring at one white
girl for so long. Hope it don't bother you none."
"None whatsoever, Sid."
"Good. I was beginning to wonder if I was gonna have
some competition out here and I want you all to myself
tonight."
"Well, Sid, you got me. Think you can handle that?"
"Don't see why I can't."
"Good!"
We continued to dance for another hour or two, never
leaving the floor. Some were fast, upbeat dances, while
others were slow and we held on to each other like we
never wanted to let go.
It was probably one of the best nights of my life.
I hated to see it end that night but, like all things,
it had to.
Sid drove me home and we sat in the car for about 15
minutes, the silence in the air heavy among us.
Finally I broke that silence and asked Sid a question,
"Did you have a good time tonight, Sid?"
"One of the best I've had in a long time, Chris."
"I'm glad. Think we could do it again sometime?"
"Don't see why not."
"You ok with dating a black man?"
"Nothing bothering me about it. You?"
"Nope."
"Good. Here's my phone number. Give me a call and we'll
set up another date and I'm sure we'll have another
good time."
Sid didn't even try to give me a kiss that night, and I
guess that's what I really liked about him. While some
of my other dates had tried to force a kiss on me, Sid
just said good night, watched to make sure I made it
into the house, then drove off.
"I hope this isn't a dream," I said to myself as I
locked the door and went upstairs to bed.
That night I dreamed of Eva for the first time in 7
years. I recalled part of our last conversation, that
night in our secret place:
"So tell me, what's it like with a man?"
"Believe me, Chris, when it finally happens to you,
you'll know the difference and it's not something that
I can easily put into words. All I can say is give it a
chance. You might like it, and then again, you might
not. Everyone has a choice of which way you want to go.
While I do enjoy a hard cock in me on occasion, to me
there's nothing like making love to a woman. You'll see
for yourself one of these days."
I have no idea why that part of our conversation came
back to me, but I sat up in my bed, covered with sweat,
and began to wonder what it could mean.
I also noticed I was soaking wet between my legs and
that some of my juices had settled underneath my ass
and wet the sheet. I've not been that wet since that
evening with Eva.
I know for a fact that I've never been that wet either
with a man or just thinking of one, but then I
wondered. Did this have something to do with Sid, or
was it just my imagination?
I've never been naked with a man before.
Never felt a man before and, other then pictures, had
never seen a man's penis up close. I felt my self
wondering what Sid's would look like.
I laid back down and tried to go to sleep again, but it
wasn't possible. Now I had Sid on my mind and I felt my
hand going between my legs, almost as if it had a mind
of it's own. Soon my fingers were parting my outer lips
and starting to stroke my erect clit. It only took a
few minutes for me to get myself to cum, adding more of
my juices to the already wet sheet below me.
Before I realized it, I had three fingers inside me,
pumping in and out, while the thumb of my other hand
continued to rub my extended clit, bringing me off time
and time again.
When I finally did get up in the morning I wasn't
surprised to see that my sheet was thoroughly soaked
with my juices and I quickly got up, took them to the
laundry room and washed them before my mama could find
them. Then I went back upstairs and got clean sheets
from the hall closet and remade my bed. Then I went
downstairs, took a quick shower to clean myself up,
went into the kitchen and fixed a light breakfast.
Then I left to go to work.
"What a night!" I thought to myself.
Around 3 that afternoon I got a phone call from Sid,
asking if he could see me tonight.
"Sure," I told him. "I've been thinking of you all day
and was hoping you'd call me."
"Really?" he asked.
"Really. Just couldn't seem to get you off my mind. I
even dreamed of you last night."
"Well, you really must have missed me then, if you
dreamed of me. All good dreams, I hope."
"Nothing but sweet ones, believe me."
"Ok. I'll see you tonight around 8 then."
"That's fine. I'll be waiting."
The rest of the day went by without any problems and as
soon as I got home I began to get ready for another
date with Sid. I got in the tub and took a long, slow
hot soak. I washed my hair and decided against curling
it this time. I just dried it and let it hang straight
down my back. I put on my makeup, polished my nails,
and then set out one of the sexiest outfits I could
come up with. I wanted to make an impression on Sid
tonight and I was determined that I was going to find
out what he had between those black legs of his, one
way or the other.
My imagination was already running overtime. I could
still feel that bulge against my thighs as we danced,
but it didn't help. I had no idea as to what was really
there and all I could use was my imagination, and that
didn't help one bit at all. I knew that the only way I
was going to find out was to actually see it for
myself, and tonight would be that night.
I fidgeted all evening, waiting for 8 to get here.
Although it was only about a 30 minute wait, it seemed
a lot longer, and I was getting restless, knowing what
I had planned once I got in that car.
Finally, 8 pm.
With a look out the door window, I saw Sid pull up.
"I'm gone," I hollered at my parents. "We'll be home
about 11 or so."
"Have a good time, dear," my mama answered.
If only she knew. Ha!
I raced out the door and jumped into Sid's car.
He sat there like he'd never seen me before, just
staring at me.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked.
"Wrong?"
"Hell no! Girl, you are so stunning. It just took my
breath away watching you coming out that door and
towards me. I've never seen a white woman look so good
in so little." He whistled and winked at me at the same
time. And, while I probably should've felt a little
'dirty', I didn't. I was just proud that I'd gotten the
exact reaction I wanted from him.
Yep, this was going to be the night.
I moved across the seat and snuggled up to him,
twisting my arm in his as he pulled onto the road. I
reached up and gave him a kiss on his cheek and patted
his leg. I left my hand on his leg and I watched as he
looked down and then looked at me, a knowing smile on
his face.
"You gonna get into trouble that way," he told me.
"So?" I asked. "Who says I don't want a little trouble
tonight?"
"You sure?"
As if to answer his question, I moved my hand up his
thigh until I felt the bulge in his pants. I gave a
quick squeeze and asked, "What does that tell you?"
"Tells me that we better find a place to park so we can
get down to some business," he answered.
Again, the right response I was looking for.
"Sid?"
"Yes, Chris."
"How old are you?"
"Does it matter?" he asked.
"Not really. I just want to know. You already know my
age, and I just wanted to know yours, that's all."
"Ok," he answered. "I'm 37."
"WOW! I thought, 10 years older then me!"
"Does that bother you?"
"Nope. Guess you could say I have a thing for older
men," and I laughed. The amazing thing was that he
laughed along with me. Made me feel much more at ease
at that moment, too.
I continued to stroke his bulge as he drove, feeling it
expand and grow with each successive squeeze.
"You keep that up and there won't be anything left to
give you when we do find somewhere to park."
"Would that be so bad?"
"Listen, Chris, are you sure you want to do this? I
mean, I can wait. There's no hurry here."
"Listen to me, Sid," I told him, "I've wanted this for
some time now, but just never found the right man that
I wanted to give myself to. You're that 'right' man,
Sid. I want to give my all to you. Tonight! I want to
know how it feels to make love to a man, and to tell
you the truth, I'm happy it's you and not that jerk who
stood me up at the bar that night."
"Boy!! That felt good!" I thought.
It took about 20 minutes for Sid to find a spot where
we could have some solitude. After he parked the car we
got out and got in the back seat, since there was much
more room back there.
Now came the hard part.
I had to disrobe in front of him.
In the 5 years since my lesbian encounter with Eva my
chest still hadn't gotten any bigger. In fact, I could
still wear a sports bra and feel quite comfortable. To
say that I was embarrassed for my lack of boobs is
putting it mildly. Nevertheless, I sat there and began
to disrobe for Sid, wanting to share my body with him.
Sid also started to remove his clothing. First his
shoes, then his shirt, his pants and finally his
shorts.
By the time he was finished so was I. I sat there, in
his back seat, covering my chest with my arms, still
somewhat embarrassed for my lack of endowment. My eyes
never traveled lower then his face though. I guess I
was afraid of what I might, or might not, see down
there.
"Don't be embarrassed, Chris," he told me. Then he
gently pried my arms away from my chest and stared at
my hard nipples, standing at attention in the cool
night air. He reached out and played with both of them
at the same time, twisting gently, causing waves of
pleasure to sweep over my body.
Then I got the nerve to look in Sid's lap.
What I saw there didn't appear to be much, but then
again looks can be deceiving, can't they?
"Don't worry, it'll get bigger," he told me. "Right now
I just need a little stimulation and you'll see
something you'll not forget anytime soon."
I reached out and put my hand on his penis. Finally, I
was holding a man's penis in my hand.
At first I wasn't too impressed.
It didn't seem like much to me. Just a limp piece of
meat that didn't appear to be interested in anything.
Then, as I began to move my hand up and down on it,
that piece of meat began to stir and get bigger. And
then I noticed something strange about it that I'd not
noticed in the pictures I'd seen of other penis'. There
was something covering the head!
I guess Sid could see my confusion.
"I'm uncut, Chris."
"What?"
"I've still got my foreskin."
"What?" I said again.
It was then that Sid realized that I'd never seen a
penis before, much less held one in my hand.
He looked at me like I'd suddenly grown a second head.
"You're a virgin, aren't you, Chris?"
I could only nod, not daring to take my eyes of that
growing penis, afraid it would disappear on me.
I could hear the concern in Sid's voice when he asked
his next question.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Again, I could only nod my head.
"Aren't you afraid?" he asked.
"Like hell," I told him. "But if I don't do this now,
then I don't know when I'll get the chance again, and I
want to find out what it's like to have your penis in
me."
He laughed at that one.
"It's a cock," he told me.
"Huh?"
"Call it a cock, Chris. Penis sounds so... medical!"
"That's all I've ever heard, Sid."
"Well, that can change now. It's a cock. Go ahead, say
it."
"Cock," I said.
"See. That's not so bad now, is it?"
"I guess not."
As I continued to pump his 'cock' I noticed that the
'foreskin' was sliding off the top of his 'cock' as
well.
"That's my cock head," he told me. "The foreskin covers
the head and helps to keep it sensitive. Makes it much
more enjoyable for me when I make love to a woman. Only
I usually say when I 'fuck' a woman."
"Is there a difference?" I asked.
"Some say that there is. What I've learned is that
'making love' is a slower, gentler way, while 'fucking'
is an all out 'go for it' kinda thing. Usually more
intense and satisfying, if you ask me."
"If you say so, Sid."
We both laughed. I guess I was his first virgin in
while, because he wanted to go slow with me, which I
really appreciated. After all, this was going to be my
FIRST TIME.
"Play with me a while, and get used to the feeling of
me."
Which is just what I did, too. I watched as his skin
moved with my hand, covering and uncovering his head.
And then I had an unusual desire to lean forward and
take that shiny head into my mouth.
I looked at Sid and I guess he could read my eyes,
cause all he did was tell me to try it and see if I
liked it.
"Just remember, Chris. I'm not going to make you do
anything that you don't want to do. This is just
between you and me and if you want to take it slow and
easy, and experiment, then that's ok with me. I'm in no
rush and I don't want you to be, either. I want this to
be something that we'll both enjoy."
"Thank you," was all I could say.
Then I opened my mouth and took that head into it. I
moved my tongue around this head and, at one time,
actually felt it slide between his head and the skin
that tried to stay over it.
Another statement from my one evening with Eva came
suddenly to mind:
"Hey, you've got a talented tongue there, kiddo, and
you shouldn't waste it...."
It was almost like Eva was right there beside me,
encouraging me to continue.
So I did.
In a few minutes I could feel Sid's cock responding to
my oral manipulation. He was getting harder.
And bigger!!
Before I could understand what was happening, his cock
was swelling in my mouth, threatening to cut off my
oxygen supply. I started to panic and pulled off,
gasping for air.
"I was afraid that was going to happen."
"What?"
"That you wouldn't be able to take it."
"Well, I never expected to have something that big in
my mouth, either."
"I'm sure you didn't, but give yourself time and I'm
sure you'll be able to handle it better."
"You think so?"
"Trust me, Chris. You're gonna make a great cock sucker
one of these days."
"Now you're embarrassing me, Sid."
"Why?"
"I don't know. You just are, that's all."
"You shouldn't be embarrassed at all. Most men that I
know would give anything to have a woman give him a
great blow job."
"You think so?"
"Hell, girl, I know so."
"What's so special about a 'blow job'?"
"How do I say this?
"Have you ever had someone use their mouth on your
private places?"
Thoughts of Eva came into my mind and I knew what it
was he was trying to tell me. I could vividly remember
exactly how I felt the first time Eva use her tongue on
my clitoris and how it felt when she stabbed it into my
wanting pussy.
"Believe it or not, but yes, I have."
"Then you already know what I'm talking about, don't
you?"
"Yeah, I guess I do."
Once again, I took his cock into my mouth, again using
my tongue to swirl around the head. I began to bob up
and down on his huge tool, feeling like I wanted to
gag, but not wanting to. I wanted to be able to give
him pleasure the way Eva had once given it to me. I
wanted to feel him throb in my mouth and I continued to
bob on his cock until I got the surprise of my life.
After about 10 minutes of bobbing on his cock, he
jerked back in the seat and hollered, "I'm cummiiingg!"
I had no idea what he was talking about, but I soon
found out.
After he shouted I felt something shoot into the back
of my throat. I did gag that time, since it was totally
unexpected and had caught me totally by surprise. There
was a sticky, salty taste on the back of my tongue and
whatever it was shot down my throat. I sucked and
bobbed more and it seemed like whatever it was that was
coming out of his cock was not going to end.
But, as I tried to pull back off Sid's cock, he put his
hands on the back of my head and told me to swallow it
all. Again, I had no idea what he was talking about,
but I didn't want to disappoint him, so I held his cock
in my mouth and continued to swallow whatever he shot
into me.
After a couple shorter shots he finally pulled his
deflating cock out of my mouth, his juices dribbling
out of my partly opened mouth. I noticed that it had a
white appearance and was all gooey and sticky.
"I'm sorry, Chris."
"For what?" I asked.
"I didn't realize that you had no idea what was going
to happen when you sucked my cock."
"So, what did happen?"
"I shot my load down your throat."
"Load?"
"My sperm."
"Yuck!!" I stated.
"Was it that bad?" he asked.
Once I got to thinking about it though, it did taste
kinda nice.
"No. Not really. I wasn't expecting it though and it
surprised me when you started shooting down my throat."
"You REALLY are a virgin, aren't you?"
"I told you I was!"
"Yeah, you did. I just thought that you knew something
about men and women and what to expect when you
stimulated me like that."
"Well, I didn't."
We sat there and hugged each other, kissing at the same
time. I love the feel of his full lips on my mouth. I
could just imagine how those huge lips would feel on my
pussy and I told him just that.
"Sid. I want you to use your mouth on me, too."
"Really?"
"Please!"
"Well, I don't want you to think that I forced myself
on you, kiddo."
"Hey, I'm practically begging you here. Use your mouth
on my pussy, Sid!"
"Lay back and spread your legs, dear. You're going to
get the best pussy lapping you've ever had in your
life."
With that said he practically dove forward, planting
his mouth on my bald pussy (Yes!! I did take Eva's
advice about shaving my pussy. I event went as far as
to have my hair electrically removed. Now I only have
to have it done about once or twice a year and no more
creams or razor burns to deal with).
As I thought though, his lips felt great against my
smooth lips. His tongue was even better. Once it was
inside me it felt as though it were as long as that
cock I'd sucked on earlier. He'd force it as deep as he
could get it and then suck on my clit until I screamed
in an eruption of climaxes that I thought would never
end.
Eva had really gotten going, but Sid!!! Sid did things
to me that Eva didn't do and his manipulation of my
Clint and my inner lips practically drove me up the
back of the seat I was laying on.
He would lick my outer lips, suck on my inner lips,
suck on my clitoris, drive his tongue deeper into me
then I thought possible, and then suck all my rapidly
growing juices from me like they were in a glass. I
soon lost count of the many orgasms I had that evening.
I didn't want him to stop, but eventually he had to.
We laid there for what seemed like hours, while we both
recovered from the encounter. I know I was exhausted
and I felt pretty sure that he was, too.
"Listen, Chris," he told me. "I know you wanted to go
all the way tonight, but I think we ought to wait till
we're both ready for it. Right now I don't think I
could get it up with a splint if I had to. You've worn
me out, girl, and I'm pretty sure you're shot as well."
"Now that you mention it, Sid, I so tired that all I
want to do is fall asleep and not get up for two days.
I've only had one other oral encounter like this and
believe me, yours was so much better. You did things to
me that I didn't think could be done and I loved every
minute of it."
We both began to retrieve our cloths and to get dressed
once more. My outfit was wrinkled beyond belief, but it
had been well worth it. What I've have a hard time
explaining to mama was the shoe print in the middle of
the back of my blouse, but I know I could hide it until
the laundry had to be done again and then secret it in
there before it could be seen.
Once we were all dressed again we got in the front seat
and kissed each other some more. Again, I placed my
hand in his lap and caressed his bulge, letting him
know that I wasn't finished with him just yet. He
leaned over, pulled up my blouse, and sucked on both my
nipples for a little while, nibbling them with his
teeth, causing just enough pain to make them feel good.
I didn't want him to stop, but I knew we had to.
On the drive home, I continued to play with his cock,
through his pants, and he draped his arm over my
shoulder and tweaked my nipples. Once we parked in
front of my house I leaned over, took out his cock,
sucked it a few more times, enjoying the feel of all
that skin sliding over my tongue, and then put it back.
"That's just the beginning, Sid. Remember, the next
date you get to stick that think in my pussy and show
me what you can do with it."
"I'm not gonna forget, Chris."
I got out of the car and went around to his side and
gave him a good night kiss, the kind that's guaranteed
to bring him back, and then went into the house and up
to bed.
It was the best sleep I'd have in a long time.
Two days later, while sitting at the breakfast table,
wolfing down my scrambled eggs and bacon, dad came into
the room with the paper.
"Have you seen the headlines to day, dear?" he asked my
mother.
"No, dear. Haven't had time this morning."
"There was another drive-by shooting last night. One
man was killed and three others wounded. Says here that
the one who was killed was just an innocent bystander
who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong
time."
"That's a shame," my mama answered. "Does it say who it
was?"
"Let me see." I heard his rustling the paper as he
searched for the man's name in the article.
"Says right here that around 11:00 last night a black
man was driving his car down Robinson Street,
apparently headed home, when the gunfire erupted. He
drove his car into the line of fire and apparently
didn't even know what happened. Let's see, I saw his
name listed here somewhere...
"Ok, here it is. The man's name was Sid Rodney, he was
37 and, thankfully, didn't have a family."
That was the last thing I remembered, before the
blackness took hold.
The funeral was a little over a week later, and I
couldn't even go!! I wanted to be there, but mama told
me it wouldn't be proper for a white girl to show up at
a black man's funeral. I kept up with it in the paper
though and felt like my world had just ended.
Again!!!
That was twice I'd had a sexual experience with someone
I felt I loved, and twice that person was taken from
me.
What was I doing wrong?
Was I to blame?
I had to do something to figure out what was happening
to me.
That was when I found an ad for a new psychologist in
town, Dr. Richard Edwards. I called that afternoon and
made an appointment. His speciality was hypnosis and I
felt that hypnosis was one way to find out what was
wrong and then what to do to get it all straightened
out.
Chapter 3
Dr. Edwards' office was in one of the new Medical
Towers on the University campus. My appointment was at
2:00 and here I was, sitting in his reception area 30
minutes early. Was I edgy or what? I was also quite
nervous. I'd never been to a psychologist before. Never
felt that I had a need to, but Dr. Edwards had some
good recommendations and I figured that I'd go ahead
and give it a try. I really had nothing to lose, so why
not.
I filled out all the forms that were required.
There was one about the hypnosis that got my attention.
It stated that although hypnosis was not considered to
be a cure, it could be used to help people overcome
their inhibitions and to improve their lives. It also
stated that being hypnotized did not cause people to do
anything they considered to be immoral or against their
will. Suggestions could be made and if the person being
hypnotize was open minded then the suggestion might be
worked on to improve their behavior.
That's what I wanted.
Something that would improve my behavior and hopefully
improve my life as well.
I really had nothing to lose, so I signed that form and
went to work on the last one.
This one was a questionnaire and I began at the top of
the page by once again entering my name, address, phone
number and contact in case of an emergency.
Next came the first of almost 50 questions.
'Why did to come to the office of Dr. Edwards today?'
That one was easy, so I entered my answer:
'I want to find out why my life has taken so many
difficult turns and why I seem to be in such turmoil.'
I then proceeded to answer the others as I came to them
Then came the ones about sexual preferences and even
though I wasn't sure how they were relative to my
visit, I answered them as truthfully as I could.
All in all, the whole paperwork thing took about 30
minutes and when I was finished with them all, making
sure my signatures were on each page, as I'd been
instructed by the receptionist, I went back to the desk
and handed her the clipboard.
"As soon as Dr. Edwards has a chance to review your
forms you'll be called in, Miss."
"Thank you," I said to her and then returned to my
chair to wait.
Chapter 3a
"This is Dr. Richard Edwards. I'm recording this
evaluation of a Miss Chris Egger's records, at least
the ones she's provided to me today.
"Apparently Miss Eggers' feels depressed.
"According to what I've read, she's lost two lovers,
one female and one male, shortly after having her first
sexual experiences with each of them. Her self-esteem
seems to be at a low and she wants to find out what she
can do to make 'corrections' (Her choice of words on
her form, not mine) in her life so that her life can
get to some sort of 'normal'
(Again, her words on the form).
"She wants to try hypnosis to see if it can help her to
'get better'.
"In further reading her papers, I find that she's
apparently got a desire to be with older men and women.
Her first female lover was only about the same age as
she at that time, approximately 19. Her male lover (And
I use that term begrudge, as apparently she didn't have
intercourse with the man, just oral contact) was
approximately 37 or 38 years old, and black, making him
approximately 10 or 11 years older then she is.
"She's stated in her forms that she prefers black men
to white men, simply because they tend to treat her
better and appear to appreciate the attention she
lavishes on them.
"She's had no steady relationships, due to the fact
that both first contacts ended when the other person
was killed, the first - the female, Eva - was hit and
killed by a hit-and-run driver. The second - the male,
Sid - was shot and killed by a drive-by shooter.
Apparently she's come to the conclusion that if she
forms any kind of bond with another person that person
will also be killed in some fashion, further adding to
the depression she's experiencing right now.
"I'll see what I can find out when she's under my
hypnosis and we'll proceed from there."
Dr. Edwards, a nice looking black man of 57 years, sat
the file on his desk and leaned back in his chair, his
mind already whirling with the possibilities in this
new patient. Now was the time to try something he'd
always wanted to do, and this new patient apparently
fit all the criteria he wanted. He knew that he'd be
able to mold this girl into the woman he wanted and he
knew just how he was going to do it.
After all, he'd thought about doing this for almost 15
years now, and until moving to this small rural town in
Northern Michigan, he'd been afraid to actually try it.
He'd been too well-known in New York for his 'unusual'
methods of treatment and had almost lost his license
just last year. That was when he decided to move to the
mid west and to start over again. The wait had been a
long time in coming, but in the end he felt the wait
had been well worth it.
He paged his nurse and told her he was ready for the
new patient.
Chapter 3b
I sat there in the waiting room, flipping through at
least 6 of the totally out-dated magazines, almost
getting up twice and leaving. Then I thought better of
it and decided that the wait was going to be worth it
all and would just wait and see what this Dr. Edwards
had to tell me. I mean, what did I have to lose here,
right? I wanted to get this over with and if I were to
leave I'd never find out what my problems were.
"Miss Eggers," the receptionist called, "You can go in
now."
"Thank you."
I got up, straightened the small wrinkles out in my
skirt, and went to the door to Dr. Edward's office. I
gently knocked and when I heard the Dr's response I
opened the door and went in.
I don't know what I'd been expecting, but Dr. Edwards
is a nice looking black man. He's perhaps the blackest
man I've ever known. I mean his skin reminded me of
pictures of coal I'd seen in magazines. I guess I'd
place his age in his late 50's, with slightly graying
hair and a well trimmed Van Dyke. His eyes seemed to
sparkle as he got up from behind his desk and extended
his hand for a warm hand-shake. I felt an unexpected
tingle between my legs as my hand made contact with
his.
"Miss Eggers," his voice was not quite a deep bass, but
nice to listen to just the same, "welcome to my office.
Please," he indicated the chair in front of his desk,
"be seated."
I was going to like seeing this man. Him demeanor was
easy-going and his voice had that 'trusting' tone to
it. I immediately liked him and looked forward to
talking to him about my problems. I had to cross my
legs to try and stem the feeling I was getting in my
pussy. I couldn't believe I was sitting here in this
man's office, actually thinking of having a
'relationship' with him. That would be unprofessional
of him, and not very nice of me. I'd heard of people
falling in love with their doctors, but I was
determined that I wasn't going to be one of them,
regardless of how I felt between my legs.
"Do you mind if I call you by your first name, Miss
Eggers?" he asked me.
"No. Not at all, Dr. Edwards."
"Good."
"Now, let's discuss a few 'rules' that apply only in
this office, shall we?
"First, when we're in my office I'll call you Chris and
you're to call me Richard or Dick, whichever your
prefer. We're on an informal basis here and I find that
the patient is more comfortable when we're on a first
name basis. Outside the office I'll always call you
Miss Eggers and you'll call me Dr. Edwards. Is that ok
with you, Chris?"
"Sounds unusual, but it's find with me, Dick."
"See, that makes you feel easier already, doesn't it?"
Surprisingly, it really did, and I told him so.
"Ok, let me tell you a little about what I have in mind
here."
"Please do," I answered.
"Well, we're just going to sit here and chat a little
bit, and during the course of the conversation I'll be
asking you some unusual questions and your honest
answers are required. Tell me whatever you have on your
mind and I'll take notes that'll help me to determine
the course of treatment and to what degree of hypnosis
I'll need to use on you for our sessions to begin.
"Now, you're 26, right?"
"Yes, a couple of months ago, in fact."
"You state on you forms that you consider your sexual
orientation to be bi, right?"
"Yes."
"Why is that?"
"I've only had two sexual contacts in my life, Dick.
The first was with my best friend and the second was
with a black man I met at a bar and started a
'relationship' with. I found that I enjoyed both
contacts, and, with my limited exposure to sex, I just
decided that I liked it both ways and didn't see any
reason not to continue with that orientation."
"Very good. That was a great answer.
"See, it's easy. Isn't it?"
Now that I thought about it, I guess I was surprised at
just how easy the answer had come to me. I felt myself
relaxing even more in this man's presence.
"Yes, it is."
"Good.
"Let's continue. Now, how did you feel about being with
a black man that was almost 11 years older then you?"
"To tell you the truth, I never thought of it in those
terms. He was just a man who approached me when I was
feeling rejected, he talked nice, treated me with
respect and made me feel good."
"Were you in love with him?"
"I'm not sure if I was or not," I answered honestly.
Mainly, because I really didn't know for sure if I had
been in love with Sid or not. Guess I'll never know for
sure now, though.
"What was the extent of your sexual contact with Sid?"
Now that question did catch me a little bit off guard,
but then Dick had told me that he'd have to ask some
unique questions.
"All we had was some quick oral sex in the back seat of
his car. I took him in my mouth and then he did the
same to me."
"Did he shoot his load in your mouth?"
"Yes, he did."
"Did you cum in his mouth as well?"
"Yes."
"Did you enjoy the feeling you had when he shot in your
mouth?"
"At first it kinda scared me. As you already know, that
was my first time with a man and when he shot in my
mouth I almost panicked."
"Why?"
"Well, I didn't know he was going to shoot anything
into my mouth and I almost gagged when it happened."
"Did Sid explain what had happened?"
"Yes, he did. He told me that I'd gotten him so hot
that it was a natural reaction to shoot his load. Up to
that time I had no idea what happened when a man got so
aroused like that. Now I do, so I know what to expect
each time and it won't bother me again."
"I take it, from that answer, that you enjoyed feeling
his load in your mouth. Did you like the taste of his
cum?"
"As a matter of fact, I did. It was kinda salty in
flavor and once I got it on my taste buds I found that
it wasn't as bad and I first thought."
"So, what happened?"
"He continued to shoot his cum into my mouth and I
tried to swallow as much of it as I could."
I watched as Dick made notations on his legal pad, and
wondered what it was he was putting there. Was it good?
Was it bad? Did it make me appear to be a slut or a
whore? At this point of the appointment, I found that I
didn't really care one way or the other. I realized
that talking about it was already starting to make me
feel better about myself and the choices I'd already
made in my life.
"How did you like it when he used his mouth on you?"
I could still 'feel' Sid's tongue inside me, just
thinking about it. I knew I was starting to get wet
between my legs and was thankful for the extra pad I'd
applied to the inside of my panties before I left my
apartment.
"I was in heaven. In many ways it was much, much better
then the oral stimulation Eva had given me all those
years ago. While Eva had been a gentle lover, Sid was a
little rougher and tried his best to bring out as many
orgasms as he could by manipulating my clit with his
tongue."
I hoped that the movements I was making, as I recalled
that moment in the back of Sid's car, didn't reveal too
much to Dick. But then again, did I really care that
much? I don't think so.
It was then that I noticed Dick staring at my chest and
I looked down to see that both my nipples were trying
to get through the blouse I was wearing. Apparently
just thinking about Sid and his talented tongue was
enough to arouse me and cause them to harden. Oh well,
I was getting horny and I didn't really care if Dick
could tell or not. Once again, I was beginning to feel
better about myself and I was thankful that my body was
reacting as it should be.
"Just sitting in that room, across from Chris, had my
cock already hardening in my jockeys. Thank goodness
for my legal pad in my lap. As I wrote my notes I was
able to hide my hardness from her and barely managed to
keep my train of thought on her responses to my
questions,"
I thought to myself.
"How in the world will I ever be able to go through
with this. If just talking to her has me this hard,
what will it be like when I actually have her under my
control and can't control myself?"
"Ok, Chris. I think that should do it for the questions
right now. I've got your questionnaire right here and
I'm sure I can get more information once I get the time
to sit down and read it entirely. For right now though,
I think it's best to talk about some of the therapy
I'll be doing right here in this office.
"I'm going to put you under a mild hypnosis in a little
while. Once you're under I'm going to give you several
'trigger' words. These 'triggers' will only be known to
me and when I use them on you you'll go into a trance.
Unless I tell you to remember something specific,
you'll not remember what happened during those
sessions, but feel assured, that most of the time
you'll be able to remember what did happen and that
will enable you to work on your issues and to try and
correct them."
"What about the ones I can't remember," she asked me.
"Those suggestions are simply there as reminders. In a
way certain things that will happen will trigger those
memories, but only briefly. Sometimes you'll be able to
remember events and at other times those events will be
foggy enough that you're not quite able to remember
them at all. In fact, most of the time they'll seem
like they were dreams that will flutter into your mind,
only to fade quickly."
"Is that good?"
"Yes, actually it is. I want those 'fleeting' memories
to trigger something in your mind so that you'll be
able to recall something the next time you come into my
office and we can sit here and discuss them in detail."
"Ok, Dick. You're the doctor and I trust your decisions
on this."
"Good.
"Now, are you ready to start?"
"Sure."
Chapter 3c
I had Chris sit back on the sofa, telling her to relax.
In about 3 minutes I had her under and was ready to
begin.
"Chris? Can you hear me?"
"Yes," she answered dreamily.
"Good.
"Now, Chris, I want you to feel totally relaxed as you
sit here. In a few minutes you're going to start to
feel hot and sweaty and you're going to remove your
blouse and your skirt, so that you're sitting here in
only your bra and panties. Do you understand?"
"Only in bra and panties," she answered.
I sat back in my seat and waited. In a few minutes she
started to act like it was getting hotter in here and I
could actually see small beads of sweat forming on her
forehead and on her upper lip.
"Dick, do you mind if I get out of some of these
clothes? It's getting hot in here."
"Sure, Chris. Make yourself feel right at home."
She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, followed
soon after by her skirt. Her bra was just a plain white
one, and didn't appear to have much of a cup size to
it. Her panties were a bright pink in color though and
had ruffles around the waistband and a darker pink 'C'
stitched on the left side. Obviously the initial was
for her name, or at least I assumed that was what it
meant.
"Now, Chris, you're getting hotter and in a few minutes
you'll remove your bra and panties and then you'll get
so aroused you'll start playing with yourself, pushing
your fingers into your pussy and playing with your clit
until you have a big orgasm."
Again, I sat back and waited. Again, only a few minutes
passed as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra
and pulled it off. I could then see why her bra cups
were so small. Her breasts were almost nonexistent. Her
aureoles were the size of silver dollars and her
nipples appeared to stand out about a half inch in
front of her. I could tell by looking that they were
has hard as nails, too.
Next she removed her panties and I got my first good
look at her twat. I was surprised that she didn't have
any hair on her outer lips and I asked her about the
reason for it."
"Eva's pussy was bare the time we made love to each
other. I asked her about it before we left and she told
me that she love the feel of her naked pussy against
her panties and the feel of her male lovers against her
as well. She recommended a cream for me to use, and for
a while I did. About 2 years ago I had all my pubic
hair removed electronically and I've been bare down
there ever since."
As she told me all this I noticed that her hand was now
rubbing her outer lips and watched as she slowly slid
two, then three of her fingers inside herself and began
to stroke her clitoris. In only a matter of about five
minutes or so, she had a huge orgasm and almost
collapsed right there on the sofa.
"How did that feel, Chris. I mean, how did it feel to
masturbate right here in front of me?"
"I love to cum," was all she said.
I got up and move in front of her.
"When I tell you to open your eyes, you'll see me
standing in front of you. You'll also notice the huge
bulge in my pants and you'll want to do something to
help the ache I feel in my loins. Without saying
anything, you'll undo my pants, drop my shorts, and
take my cock into your hand and play with it for a few
minutes. Then you take it into your mouth and suck on
it until I shoot my cum down your throat."
"Chris," I said, as I got up and stood in front of her.
"Open your eyes now."
I watched her. As her eyes opened she saw me standing
there and immediately noticed the huge erection I was
hiding behind my pants. She tugged on my belt and
opened pulled down the zipper, drawing my pants to my
knees. Next she pulled down my shorts and I heard a
gasp escape her lips when she first saw what I'd hidden
from her.
I'm not going to brag on my size. I don't really care
if I'm 'hung' or not, but I am a modest 8 inches when
I'm hard and I am uncut, with a lot of overhanging skin
at the end of my cock, and as far as thick, well I'd
measured myself one time and found that I was at least
5 inches around, just below my head.
Chris took my cock in her hands, pulling the excess
skin back and forth, allowing my pink cock head to be
exposed and then covered again. She did that a couple
of times, the pealed the skin all the way back and took
me into her mouth, trying to swallow my hardness all in
one quick gulp. Since I was so big around she had to
work slowly to get me all in her mouth, and then her
cheeks were so swollen out from the sides of her face
that I thought her skin was going to split open.
Luckily that didn't happen and after about 5 minutes of
working my cock in and out of her mouth, she was able
to take me all into her throat. My knees got week
feeling the wetness and warmness of her mouth as she
engulfed my cock. I felt her tongue slide around my
head and slip between my skin, sliding back and forth,
jabbing at my piss hole on the top.
In a few minutes she started to bob up and down on my
cock and I just knew I was going to explode right then
and there, but I managed to hold back a while longer. I
wanted to enjoy the feeling of this white woman taking
my black cock into her mouth and giving me the pleasure
I wanted so much. The difference between my almost-coal
black cock and her white face amazed me. I'd always
fantasized about having a white woman sucking my cock,
and now that was coming true.
She reached down with her other hand and cupped my
balls, twisting them between her fingers and continuing
to suck on my cock. Then she moved her hand below my
balls and caressed the area between my balls and my ass
hole, giving me a thrill I'd not felt in years.
For someone who didn't have a lot of experience with
men, she appeared to know just what to do to make me
feel good. I felt as she moved her fingers further back
and in a moment she was rubbing one or two of them over
my ass hole, so I tried to spread my legs just a little
bit more, to give her easier access back there. I knew
that if this kept up that I was going to have to sit
down.
Fortunately for me though, about that time I felt my
eruption begin and only moments later I shot the
biggest load of cum I'd ever had right into her throat.
She tried hard to keep that cum in her mouth and to
swallow as quickly as she could, but apparently it was
too much for her and I noticed small amounts of cum
dripping from the corners of her mouth, but she
continued to suck the cum from me. Once I was finished
she took her mouth off me and proceeded to lick up and
down my cock, cleaning off the cum that had slipped
down her chin and settled on my balls. Then she used
her hands, wiping off the excess cum still on her face,
and licked her fingers until she was all done.
Then I sat down, exhausted from it all.
Chris just moaned and started to stroke her clit again,
wanting to come once more.
"Chris?"
"Do you want to feel like a real woman now? Do you want
me to do something for you?"
"Yes."
"What do you want me to do now?" I asked her.
"I want you to stick your big, black cock into my pussy
and fuck me!"
"Are you sure? You are still a virgin, aren't you?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I'm tired of being a virgin and I want
to feel that black cock inside of me."
"The show me."
She laid back on the sofa, reached between her legs,
pulled herself apart and showed me her wet, hot hole.
"You see this?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Well, I want you to fill that hold with your black
cock and fu ck me until I cum all over it."
I didn't wait for another invitation.
"You're going to have to get me hard again, first," I
told her. "You got me to shoot in your mouth and right
now I'm limp again. Think you can get me hard enough
right now so I can fuck you?"
She sat up again on the couch, reached for me, grabbing
me by my limp cock, and pulled me towards her. I got up
again and stood in front of her once more. She took me
into her mouth again and used that tongue and suction
to once again get me erect. Once she's accomplished
that she laid back and pulled me closer to her hot,
box. She slipped my cock head to the confines of her
pussy and I knew what I had to do.
In one quick motion I entered her, not entirely, but
enough so that she knew what it felt like to finally
have a cock in that bald pussy of hers.
"Yeeeess!" she hollered, and I hoped that the sound-
proofing I'd had installed in my office walls was
enough that the noise didn't get into the reception
area.
"FUCK ME!" She hollered. "FUCK ME!"
And I did just that.
On the next outward stroke I pulled almost completely
out of her, but on the down stroke I plunged my entire
hardness into her, driving her head against the back of
he sofa, causing her to moan even louder. She put her
arms around my back, pulling me closer, and deeper, to
her. I felt her nails in my back as she pulled harder
and I knew she'd drawn blood with that piece of action.
At that point I didn't care though. I had my cock deep
inside of her and she felt great. Her pussy muscles
were working on my cock and I could feel her grasp me
from inside, pulling me deeper and trying to get me
still deeper into her. I gave her everything I had and
did my best to appease her.
"I'm cummmmiiingg!" she screamed, and wrapped her legs
around my lower back, again trying to pull me deeper
into her. I was already as close to her as I was going
to get, but she continued to try and I let her. After
all, I didn't want to hurt my back in all this. There
was going to be plenty of time to get more of this
white pussy, and I intended to make the most of it
whenever she had an appointment.
After about 15 minutes she finally relaxed her grip
with her legs and I was able to once again pound in and
out of her and shortly after that I sent yet another
powerful load of my cum into her, this time into her
twat instead of her mouth.
"Yess! Give it all to me, Dick!!!" she yelled and then
finally collapsed beneath me, all spent from her first
fuck.
I let her lay there for about 30 minutes, to recover.
The I had her sit up and gave her a fresh wash cloth
and told her to clean herself up and to then get
dressed and to return to the sofa and wait for me to
tell her what to do next.
While she cleaned up, so did I. I got my shorts and
pants pulled up and fastened and returned to the chair
situated in front of her. I looked at the satisfied
look on her face and could tell that she'd had a good
time this session.
"Chris." I said to her.
"Yes."
"When I give you the trigger you'll wake up and not
remember a thing that happened in this office today.
You'll remember our conversations, all the questions
you answered and why you came here today, but nothing
else will remain in your memories. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Good."
"Pink panties," I said.
I watched her face as she opened her eyes and saw me
sitting there in front of her. She seemed a little
confused, but that always happens the first time
someone is hypnotized. In a few moments she regained
her bearings and realized where she was.
"How did I do?" she asked.
"You did quite well, Chris. I'm impressed with what we
accomplished today."
"Really?"
"Yes. You did great and I'm quite sure that more
progress will be made in the future."
"So. Are we done for today then?"
"We are. I want you to be sure to make another
appointment for a week from today. Just stop at the
receptionist and let her know and she'll set it all up.
When I see you next week we'll move on to the next
phase of your treatment and I'm sure you'll notice an
improvement as well."
"Thank you so much, Dick."
She got up to leave and reached out to shake my hand.
"I'll see you in a week, Chris."
"Yes," she answered, "You will."
With that she left my office and all I had were the
memories of what had just transpired between the two of
us.
Chapter 4
As I left the office I glanced at my watch and was
surprised to see that I'd actually been in Dr. Edwards'
office just over 2 hours. To me it had seemed like I'd
only been there for about 30 minutes, but I guess by
the time we'd finished the interview and the rest of
the paperwork that the time had just gone faster then I
thought.
I had this week feeling in my knees and a strange
fullness in my loins, and for the life of me I couldn't
understand why. Usually I only had this feeling after a
hot 'hands session' with whomever it was I had been
seeing, since I was still a virgin and not really had
any sex.
I felt like I was wearing my virginity like an
albatross around my neck.
Immediately I thought of the "Rhyme of the Ancient
Mariner", a poem my 12th grade English teacher had made
us read. Funny how things just pop into your mind when
those thoughts are the furthest thing from your
conscious mind.
I got home about 30 minutes later and went to my room
and got undressed and prepared to take a nice long soak
in a tub of hot water. When I was clad in only my bra
and panties I went into the bathroom and began to draw
the water. What I really needed was to just sit in the
water and relax. It was the one thing that served to
ease my mind, and my body, and right now I felt mighty
tense after that 'non-session' with Dr. Edwards.
Once I removed my underwear I stood in front of the
full-length mirror that was hanging on the back of the
bathroom door. I noticed that my outer lips were red
and swollen and again, couldn't understand it. Yes, I'd
had some erotic thoughts on the way home, but I didn't
think they were enough to cause something like this.
I sat on the edge of the tub, spread my legs slightly
and inserted a finger into my vagina. I wasn't any
wetter then usual, so I quickly ruled out the erotic
thoughts part and simply didn't give it another
thought. I got in the water, sat down and leaned back,
letting the water come up to just under my breasts, or
what served as my breasts.
With practically a flat chest I was most conscious of
what wasn't there then what I actually had.
My mind went back to my only encounter with Eva and I
remember the size of her breasts, and how they'd felt
when I'd put my hands on them for the first time. It
was a feeling I knew I'd never have with my own
breasts. After all, flat chests ran in my family. My
mother didn't even have a chest to speak of. I can
remember her joking that she didn't ever have to buy a
bra, "After all," she'd told me, "What am I going to
hold up with it?" and we both laughed.
My hand drifted to my gash, and I rubbed my smooth skin
of my pussy, still amazed of how good it felt not to
have any hair, or stubble, down there. I know for
certain that Sid loved it, too.
A tear formed in my eye and I wiped it away. My only
memories of the short time I'd had with him still made
me cry.
"Why?" I asked no one in particular.
Not that I ever wanted an answer. That would only make
things worse, as far as I was concerned, and I didn't
want that right now. What I wanted more then anything
was to just sit here, relax, and forget. I settled
lower in the hot water, now up to my chin, and just
drifted off.
* * * *
When I opened my eyes I was still in the tub, only now
the water was almost cold. I opened the drain and stood
up, grabbing my towel from the rack and began to dry
off. In no time I was standing in from of the mirror
again.
"Not much to look at, young lady," I said to myself.
Yes, I'm not much to look at.
At least to myself.
Others tell me otherwise, such as Eva and Sid. Hell,
even Dr. Edwards told me I was a nice looking lady.
Maybe I just had to look at myself differently.
I placed my hands under my almost-nonexistent breasts,
pretending to lift them up, dreaming they were actually
larger then they are. It was always a dream to be able
to have a nice set of jugs that would really turn a
man's head and take notice of me.
I guess I'd always be just a 'plain Jane' type of girl.
I got into my pj's and checked all the windows and
doors to make sure they were locked and that the alarm
system was all set, and then I went to my bedroom and
got in bed. I couldn't believe I was as tired as I was,
but I think I went to sleep that night as soon as my
head hit my pillow.
* * * *
I woke up the next morning feeling better than I had in
ages. I got up and took a quick shower. Since it was
Saturday I didn't have to go to work and I intended to
enjoy this weekend to the fullest.
I had planned to sit at home and catch up on all those
DVD's I'd been intending to watch, but since the
weather was so nice outside I decided on a quick walk
through the neighborhood. I put on my jogging shorts
(not that I actually jogged) and, making sure I had my
keys and that the door was locked, I headed out. The
sun was shining and there were almost no clouds in the
sky. Yes, it felt good out here this morning.
Not really planning on where I was going to go, I just
took a right at the end of my walkway and began my
walk.
Before I realized I was at one of my favorite eateries
and was surprised to Grandpa Ned leaving the
establishment.
"Grandpa Ned!" I called.
At first he didn't hear me, so I called him again and
this time he heard me and looked in my direction,
waving when he finally saw me.
"What are you doing out this way?" he asked me.
"Just decided that I wanted to take a walk this
morning. I had no idea that I'd be running into you."
"Well," he said, "I'm glad you did. You really don't
know where you are, do you?"
From the tone in his voice I realized that I'd not paid
any attention to where I was going, but then it hit me.
Even though this was my favorite eatery, it was the
last place that Sid and I had been before he'd been
shot.
I guess my face drained of color just a bit, and I
became wobbly on my feet. The next thing I remember was
the feel of Grandpa Ned's arms around me, keeping me
from falling to the sidewalk.
"Take it easy there, girl."
Slowly I sat on the concrete and began to collect
myself. Suddenly I felt the unbidden tears start to
come and they ran down my cheeks.
"Here."
I looked up and Grandpa Ned was holding a clean, white
handkerchief out to me.
"Thank you," I told him.
He sat on the concrete next to me, wrapping his arm
around my shoulders, drawing my head onto that huge
shoulder, making me feel somewhat better.
I think this was the first good cry I'd had since Sid
died.
"You going to be ok, Chris?" he asked me.
"To tell the truth, Grandpa Ned, I don't think I'm ever
going to be ok again. Sid meant the world to me and I'd
almost forgotten this place and what happened here. It
was my last date with him, and I miss him so much."
The tears started again and before I could control my
feeling, the sobs were pouring out of me and I cried
right there, sitting on the cold sidewalk with my head
on the shoulder of a man I truly called a friend.
"Come on, girl. My house is only around the corner.
We'll go there and I'll get you something to drink and
you can collect yourself before you go home."
"Thank you."
"You know it's no problem for me. I've been looking out
for kids since before your time and I guess it just
comes natural for me."
He got up, helped me to my feet, and we started towards
his house.
"Well," he started, "it's not actually my house. It's
my brother's home and I stay with him. He's not well
and I'm the only one left to watch after him. He's got
lung cancer and been fighting it for over 15 years now.
Right now he's in remission, but the doc's tell me that
his health still isn't what it should be, so I've moved
in with him and help him as much as I can."
We came to a small house with a yellow picket fence
around the front yard.
"Here it is," he told me. "It's not much, but it's
home."
Actually, it looked quaint. The outside was painted a
pale blue, with the shutters at the front windows and
the front door a dark blue. The small porch was decked
with wood and there was a small swing hanging from the
ceiling. The handrails around the porch painted the
same yellow as the fence around the yard.
Holding the door open for me, I entered into the living
room and was quite amazed at just how neat the place
looked. But, then again, I knew that Grandpa Ned kept
his place so neat back home, so I really shouldn't have
been too surprised.
"Samuel's in the back. I'll go get him and introduce
you." He left through a arched doorway to the right and
soon disappeared.
I sat on the nicely padded lounge chair and made myself
comfortable, reclining and relaxing. I hadn't realized
just how tense I'd gotten a little while ago and to
finally sit on something that felt so good seemed to
help a lot.
"Chris," Grandpa Ned said as he entered the living
room, "I'd like you to meet my older brother, Samuel."
Samuel came in behind his brother and to say I was
surprised is an understatement. Here I was, expecting
to see a man in ill health, probably walking with a
cane, but the man who stood in front of me was not the
one in my imagination.
Samuel stood about 4 inches taller than his brother,
with a shaved head and a set of full lips that just
begged to be kissed. ( I don't know why that thought
leaped into my mind!!!) His body didn't look like it
belonged to a man of almost 80 years. In fact, if I
hadn't already know his age, I'd have suspected that he
was closer to 60, maybe even younger.
His upper body was strongly built and his legs looked
almost as powerful. He stood there in his short pants,
and muscle shirt, sweating like crazy and just stared
at me. Of course, I was staring at him as well.
"Hello, Chris," he finally said, reaching out his hand
to shake mine.
"Hello, Samuel."
"Please, call me Sam. Only Ned calls me Samuel."
"Ok, Sam. Nice to meet you."
I guess he noticed that I was staring at him, so he
told me what he'd been doing before we'd gotten there.
"Sorry for my appearance, Chris," he said as he sat
down on the couch and wiped at the sweat on his face
and head with the towel he held in his hand.
"I was out back doing my exercises."
I nodded to him, not knowing what to say.
"What he means," volunteered Grandpa Ned, "is that he
was in the back yard lifting his weights."
"Ever since the doctors told me I had the lung cancer
I've been on this health kick. I eat only vegetables
and organic food, no red meat, and exercise at least 4
to 6 hours a day. Mostly I lift weights, jog around the
neighborhood, and just generally take care of myself."
"But," I said, "I thought Grandpa Ned came up here to
help you. You don't look to me like you need that much
help." And, just as soon as I said it, regretted it.
The two men looked at each other, then at me, and then
busted out in loud laughter.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"Well," answered Sam, "Ned's been thinking that he had
to take care of me most of my life, especially since
the cancer. I keep trying to tell him that I'm fine,
but he decided to move in anyway and do what he could
for me. Now you tell me, do I look like an invalid?"
"No," I told him.
"Thank you.
"I've been telling this hard-headed brother of mine the
same thing for almost 10 years now, and he's still not
listening."
At that we all laughed and then, before I knew it, we
all sat there and talked out ourselves. Grandpa Ned and
I told Sam about some of the things that had happened
back home, when he was watching all us kids, and then
the time just seemed to jump ahead and in no time Sam
was turning on the lights, since it was now getting
dark outside.
It was then that I realized what time it was and got up
to leave, to go back home.
"You're not going anywhere tonight," Sam told me. "This
is no neighborhood for a white girl to be outside by
herself. If we had a car I'd gladly give you a ride
home. Consider yourself to be our guest and you can
stay in Ned's room tonight. We'll bunk together tonight
and then tomorrow you can go back to your place, and
one of us will walk with you to see that you get there
safe and sound."
"I couldn't do that," I objected.
"Sure you can. The only thing that'll happen is that
the neighbors will talk about how the Simpson brothers
had a white girl stay with them overnight. Nothing for
you to worry about. I'm sure we can handle the
neighbors, can't we Ned?"
"Sure we can, Samuel. We've 'handled' them before and
we can do it again."
With that Ned showed me to his room, which had a half-
bath attached, got his night clothes and left me by
myself.
He's laid out one of his nightshirts for me to wear
and, after washing off at the sink, I put it on and
went to the bed.
It was huge!!!
It looked comfortable, too. And, as I crawled onto it,
I realized that this was a goose-down mattress. I'd
always wanted to try one of those things, but never had
the chance. I settled down, pulled up the sheet and got
situated on the mattress. In no time I felt the pull of
the sandman and drifted off to sleep.
* * * *
I don't know what time it was when I got up, but my
bladder felt like it was full and I had to go to the
bathroom if I was going to get back to sleep, so I got
up and went into the bathroom. While I was sitting
there I heard a noise coming from the hallway. I really
didn't pay too much attention to it, and thought it was
just my imagination, so I finished my business, flushed
the toilet and went back to bed.
As I was laying there, trying to get back to sleep, I
heard the noise again and this time realized that it
was coming from the room across the hall.
My first thought was that something was wrong, so I got
out of the bed and went to my door. I cracked it open a
little bit and the noise got louder. I noticed that the
door to Sam's room was slightly open and a beam of
light could be seen. I went into the hall and stood at
the door, listening.
What I heard completely shocked me.
"Suck that dick, brother!"
That was Grandpa Ned!
"Yes!! Suck it harder, I'm about to shoot my load right
down that throat of yours."
I was almost paralyzed as I stood there.
I couldn't' believe what I was hearing.
Sam and Grandpa Ned were engaged in oral sex!
WITH EACH OTHER!
Something pulled me closer to the door and it was open
just enough that I could see inside, without being seen
from the room itself.
There on the double bed were the two brothers, naked
and glistening with sweat that seemed to pour off both
their bodies.
Grandpa Ned was straddling his brother's chest, with
his huge dick hanging down and entering Sam's mouth. I
looked at Sam, as he lay there on the bed, and glanced
that the dick between his legs.
It was hard and seemed to stand above his belly. I
couldn't believe the size of that thing. It looked to
be about 10 inches long and had a lot of foreskin
around the head. In fact, there was so much skin that
it kind of dangled at the end, hanging limply just
above his belly.
As I stood there and watched Grandpa Ned reached behind
his back and grabbed Sam's cock. He started jacking it
and that skin seemed to slide up and down over that
light purple cock head. In no time Sam was shooting his
load all over Grandpa Ned's back, as well as his own
stomach.
"AAAAAhhhhhhhh!" groaned Sam, shooting one of the
biggest loads I'd ever seen (and considering I'd only
seen one man shooting his load before, that was
something.)
"Here I cuummm!" Grandpa Ned shouted, apparently
shooting a load of his own down his brother's throat.
I stood there and watched as it all unfolded right in
front of me. I never would've suspected something like
this.
Not from Grandpa Ned!!!
Pretty soon the two of them laid there on the bed,
gasping to catch their breaths.
"Well, Samuel, is she everything I told you she'd be?"
"And then some, bro. I had no idea she was such a sexy
thing. Can't wait to sink this uncut black cock into
that white pussy of hers."
"Neither can I. I've wanted to fuck that girl for
ages."
Now I was really SHOCKED!
The two of them were laying in that bed, after sucking
and jacking off each other, and were talking about me!
ME!!
They wanted to FUCK ME!!
I have to admit, the thought of what I'd just witnessed
both grossed me out and also made me terribly wet
between my legs. I could already feel my juices soaking
my panties. I hadn't realized it till then, but my hand
was in my panties and my fingers were rubbing my clit,
drawing me closer to my climax.
Before I could make any noise I retreated to Sam's room
and quickly climbed into the bed, where I continued to
manipulate my clit until I had one of the biggest
climaxes in my young life. As I finally drifted off to
sleep again, my thoughts were of those two huge cocks
fucking into my pussy and my mouth.
* * * *
Sunday morning I got up, washed up in the bathroom, and
met the two brothers in the kitchen, where they were
already sitting at the table drinking their coffee.
"Can I get you something to eat? Drink?" asked Sam.
"No, thank you. I think I just want to get home so I
can take a shower and relax. Gotta get up early in the
morning and go to work."
"Did you sleep well?" Grandpa Ned asked.
"Yes, I did. That mattress of yours is something else.
Gotta get one of those things for myself one of these
days."
"Not gonna find one like that one," Sam told me. "That
was his bed when he and I were kids and he's kept it up
pretty well in all this time. I think he replaces all
those feathers at least twice a year."
"Three times," Grandpa Ned interjected.
"Ok, three times a year," and they both laughed and I
joined them.
Last night was still fresh in my mind though and I
wanted to get out of there and home before I did
something that I might regret later. Not that I think
I'd really regret it though. The tingling between my
legs had started again as soon as I'd seen them at the
table, remembering what I'd witnessed in that room and,
secretly, wanting to feel both those cocks.
"You ok," Sam asked.
"Yes.
"Why?"
"Just had a far away look in those beautiful eyes of
yours."
"Just a quick thought," I told them.
"Let me get my things all together and then I'd like to
ask one of you to walk home with me. I really should be
getting home."
"Sure," Sam said. "Let me get my shorts on and I'll
gladly walk with you."
"Thanks."
I went back to the bedroom, made sure the bed was made
and that any mess I'd left from that night was cleaned
up, went into the bathroom and roughly tussled my hair
into place and then met the two of them in the living
room.
There was some hurried whispering as I got there, which
quickly ended as soon as I entered the room, but for
some reason, I didn't pay too much attention to it.
"Ready when you are, Sam."
"Ready here, Chris."
He opened the front door for me and we both left, with
Grandpa Ned standing in the doorway, watching us head
to my place. When I turned around he was gone and the
door was closed.
On the way to my house Sam and I just talked to each
other. It wasn't anything monumental, just chit-chat.
What I did at work, what my hobbies and likes were, as
well as what he liked and wanted to do. I was
surprised. Sam was such a nice man and I found it quite
easy to just chat with him and be relaxed. I hadn't
felt this way with another man since Sid. It was a
shame that he was almost 60 years older then I was.
Before long we were standing on the porch of my home
and were getting ready to say goodbye to each other
when Sam asked if he could have a drink of water before
he went back home.
"Sure," I told him. "Come on in."
"Have a seat," I told him, while I went into the
kitchen to get him some ice water. After all, it was
hot outside and I'm sure he was just as thirsty as I
was, so I also got a glass for myself.
When I got back to the living room I was startled to
find him sitting on the couch, with nothing on!!!
His huge cock hung limply between his legs, all that
skin drawing my attention almost immediately.
"Just what are you doing?" I stammered.
"I saw you at the door last night, fingering that pussy
of yours. I figured you wanted to see what you were
missing last night, so I thought I'd show you."
I was totally speechless.
Sam got off the couch and came across the room to me,
taking me in his powerful arms and gave me a huge kiss.
Those full lips of his covered my mouth and he pushed
his tongue into me, and I was soon sucking on it,
returning the kiss with a passion I didn't realize I
had.
He grabbed my hand and directed it to his crotch,
notably to his dick, which was growing harder as I
gripped it. While he was long, he wasn't too thick and
I was able to get my fingers all the way around it. The
hardness of his cock surprised me.
"How can something so hard feel so soft," I thought to
myself.
It was true though. That hard cock of his had a feel of
soft velvet in my hands. His black skin was so soft to
the touch and I grabbed it and started to jack it up
and down, feeling all that foreskin slide up and over
his cock head.
Then I felt his hands on my rear end, and soon they
were pushing my jogging pants down, and getting into my
panties, which were already soaked with my juices.
"Damn!!!" he said.
"You're one wet girl, Chris."
I only nodded and pulled his mouth back to mine, and
continued the kiss he'd started. I didn't want it to
end.
Now his hands were all over my butt. He grabbed me and
squeezed my cheeks, kneading my flesh with his huge
hands. Man, did that feel good.
Then he took those huge hands and lifted my blouse up
and over my head, taking it off and revealing my little
titties to him. My nipples were standing at attention,
practically begging for attention.
He got on his knees and took first one nipple and then
the other into his mouth. When he was sucking one he
paid attention to the other with his hands, gently
twisting it to rock hardness, and causing me to moan
louder. Man, his hands felt great on my goose bumpy
flesh. I didn't want it to end.
"Shall we go somewhere where we can be comfortable?" he
asked me.
"Let me check the door first," I replied.
"Already done," he told me. "That was the first thing I
did after we came in."
With nothing else to say, I grabbed his hand and drew
him to me, kissing him yet again, then pulling him down
the short hallway to my bedroom.
Once there we fell on the bed and continued with our
passion.
It was hard to believe I was in bed with an 80 year-old
man. He seemed to have the stamina of someone my age,
but then I thought about his health regimen and then
forgot about it, as his mouth went to work once more on
mine.
"Just lay there and let me do the work for now," he
told me, and I gladly did just that.
He let me get in the middle of the bed, making sure I
was comfortable, and then he once again joined me.
I admired that black body of his, already glistening
with sweat, as he got on the bed and climbed on top of
me.
He started by kissing me again. A deep kiss, that
almost felt like he was probing for my tonsils, but it
was so passionate that I could hardly believe it. It
was perhaps one of the gentlest kisses I'd ever had.
When he finished his kiss he moved to my 'almost'
breast, concentrating on my nipples, which still stood
out on my chest, begging for more attention. Gently, he
nibbled on each one, using his teeth carefully,
creating an erotic sensation that I could feel all the
way down to my pussy. He would pinch and caress one
while sucking on the other one, making them even more
sensitive to his touch.
Then he slid his tongue down to my navel, licking into
it and sucking it gently, licking around the outside
and then digging in. I never knew my navel could be so
sensitive
After he finished there he traveled to the vee between
my legs, licking the crease of each leg, bringing
shivers to me. He has a very talented tongue and
definitely knows how to use it to arouse me.
He gently licked on my outer lips, avoiding my pussy
for the time being, and licked down to my knees, then
back up again. He raised my legs, pushing them back
until my knees rested on my nipples, and then used his
mouth and tongue on my butt hole. He licked around my
ass, up and down the crack between my ass hole and my
pussy, bring a pleasure to me that I'd never
experienced before. Then he opened my legs, opening my
pussy before his eyes.
"Just as I like my pussy. Naked!"
"I'm glad you like it," I gasped, not wanting him to
stop.
With one hand he pushed a finger into my sopping hole,
while with the other he continued to hold my legs up.
"Hold your legs open for me."
And I did. I wrapped my arms around my knees and held
them up, continuing to expose myself to him.
Then he used his other hand to insert a finger into my
ass.
I gasped at the entry, never having had someone do that
to me before.
He then inserted a second, then a third, finger into my
wet hole, pushing them as far into me as he could,
until I could feel the tips of those amazing fingers
touching the entrance to my cervix. He played with my
cervix for a little while then pulled out, and started
to concentrate on my clitoris.
He pulled his finger out of my ass and used one hand to
hold me open, while using his other hand to massage my
clit, drawing a deeper moan from me, pushing my pussy
out to him, practically begging him to continue.
I opened my eyes and looked down my body at him, just
in time to see him lower his shaved head to my pussy.
His tongue reached out and flicked my clit, causing an
instant orgasm with his contact. This was the first
pussy licking I'd had since Sid, and I wasn't going to
stop him, either.
Next, he licked my outer lips again, slowly. He wasn't
in a hurry, and frankly, neither was I. I wanted this
to go on forever.
He then began to lick my inner lips, drawing his tongue
over my flesh. It almost felt like he was using a
feather on me down there. Then he would stick his
tongue as far into me as he could and I couldn't help
but think that if he didn't stop soon he'd be licking
the entrance to my cervix as well. All I could do was
lay there and enjoy all the feelings he was causing
between my legs.
By now my bedspread was wet with my juices, as I'd been
leaking ever since we got on the bed. I wasn't
concerned about it though. After all, it would all wash
out later.
Before I realized it, Sam plastered his mouth over my
hole and began to slowly suck on my clit, flicking the
end of his tongue over my sensitive bud. I couldn't
help but gyrate my hips with each flick, knowing that I
was going to explode in his mouth any moment.
He continued to lick and suck for what seemed like
forever, causing at least 4 orgasms to rack my body and
I finally had to release my legs and draw them
together, pushing him back from my overly sensitive
pussy.
"Enough for now," I gasped.
"Not nearly enough for now," he told me, and grabbed my
legs, pulling them apart once again.
This time though, he didn't work on my pussy. Instead
he pulled me to a sitting position in front of him,
with his hard, black, fore-skinned, cock right in front
of my face.
I stared at it. Totally amazed at what I was staring
at.
"Well, don't just look at it, Chris. Show me what you
can do for me now."
I never even thought of what I was going to do.
Instead, I wrapped my fingers around it, pulling that
amazing piece of skin up and down over his cock head,
watching it cover and uncover that purple head, small
drops of pre cum collecting each time. I leaned over
and licked that nectar, savoring the taste on my
tongue.
Then, as I continued to play with his excess skin, I
pushed his cock back against his stomach and licked its
length, from top to bottom and back up again. Then I
licked down to his huge, hanging balls, sucking each
one into my mouth, feeling it beneath his skin, and
licking beneath his balls, concentrating on that strip
of flesh just behind his balls.
Sid had once told me that was the most sensitive place
on his whole body, and I'd not forgotten it, so I tried
it on Sam and was pleased when I was greeted with a
load moan as I licked him there.
I pulled his cock forward and licked the back then,
again going from bottom to top several times and then I
took his cock head fully into my mouth, savoring his
taste. I pulled his foreskin down, revealing the head
and then stuck my tongue between his cock head and the
loose skin, feeling his shiver with pleasure as I
worked orally on him.
"Damn, girl! Suck that cock!"
No need to answer him on that one.
Instead, I took more of his black cock into my mouth,
continuing to bob up and down, taking more into my
mouth each time.
When I felt it hit the back of my throat I held my
breath and forced my mouth down until my nose was
rubbing at the stubble around the base of his cock,
glad that he kept himself shaved, too. He must have
shaved himself that morning, cause the stubble was
almost nonexistent, and I was pleased with that, since
it wouldn't cause any irritation once we got down to
fucking.
Since his girth wasn't so bad I was able to take him
all in my mouth and throat without any ill effects. It
wasn't like he was stretching me to the point of
hurting. In fact, he felt good in my mouth, with my
tongue constantly licking around his tool and he
plunged in and out.
"I'm going to shoot," he told me.
I nodded my head, letting him know I was ready for it.
Or, at least I thought I was ready for it.
When he did shoot his load I thought I was going to
choke. The sheer volume of his cum caught me off guard
and at first my gag reflex kicked in, causing me try
and spit it out, but with his cock halfway in my mouth,
there wasn't a lot I could do. I sure wasn't going to
push him away. I desperately wanted to swallow that
whole load, even when I knew I could feel some of his
juices leaking out around the sides of my mouth.
If he was disappointed he didn't show it, and I was
glad about that.
Once he was finished he pulled out and I used my hands
to gather whatever I could from my chin and licked my
fingers until it was all gone.
We lay there for a few minutes, gathering ourselves and
catching our breaths.
I grabbed his balls, massaging them, while he tweaked
my nipples.
"Damn, Chris, that was great!"
"Thanks, Sam. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."
"You know it!"
That made me feel good inside. At least I knew I'd done
something right tonight.
"Now, get on top of me and let me fuck that pretty
white pussy of yours."
Eagerly, I climbed on top of him, spreading my legs
above his hardening cock, sliding it against my still
wet lips, slowly lowering myself, feeling him entering
me for the first time.
Man, it felt good to have him inside me.
Technically I was still a virgin, too. While Sid and I
had used our mouths on each other, we'd never had the
opportunity to go any further, so Sam was the one who
finally got my cherry.
As soon as I was filled with that black cock I started
to bounce up and down on his lap, feeling him inside
me, enjoying the first fuck of my life. I never
would've believed that having a nice hard cock to fill
me up could've made me feel so good, but it did.
I was really getting into this, I never wanted it to
end. As long as that black cock was inside of me I felt
great. I wanted to keep it there forever. The pumping
of that cock into my pussy was just unbelievable.
I watched Sam's face as he fucked into me, seeing that
he was enjoying it just as much as I was. He grabbed my
hips and started to thrust up into my wet hole, and I
was obliging him as well. My juices continued to flow,
lubricating his cock with each thrust, making it slide
into me with hardly any effort of his or mine.
What in the hell had I been waiting for?
Part of me regretted that it wasn't Sid beneath me, but
the other part of me was pleased that I could get an 80
year old man hard enough to fuck with the vigor that he
was, and he certainly wasn't stopping. It seemed like
each thrust was harder then the one before it,
constantly driving deeper into me, getting the most out
of this fuck.
After 3 orgasms I was almost ready to fall over with
the pleasure, but Sam still hadn't cum yet, but it
wasn't long before he did.
"Here it cuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm's," he
hollered, thrusting into me one last time and I could
feel his eruption and it flowed into me for the first
time. I sat on him, holding him in me as long as I
could, feeling his cum sliding out of me, down his cock
and onto his loins.
I pulled off his deflating cock and took it into my
mouth, wanting to clean him up. I cleaned his cock and
then cleaned all that cum from the base and his belly,
savoring his taste for a second time that afternoon.
Once I was finished with him I lay beside him, setting
my head on his chest, gently nibbling on one of his
nipples, then quietly went to sleep, feeling so good
for the first time in ages.
When I eventually woke up, Sam was gone. He did leave a
note in the bathroom after he cleaned up though.
"Thank you for such a wonderful time and I hope we can
do it again."
There was no doubt in my mind that we would do this
again.
And again!
Chapter 5
Monday morning at work was a complete blur for me. My
mind kept going back to my encounter with Sam the
previous day. All I could think of was that wonderful
uncut black cock that I'd had all to myself, knowing
that I wanted it again.
It was still hard for me to think of Sam as being 80
years old! His body was like that of a much younger man
and he certainly knew how to use his equipment.
Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I found myself
thinking of Grandpa Ned in the same way, wondering what
he was like in bed. Was he as good as his brother?
Better? Was his cock as large as Sam's? All sorts of
questions were wondering through my mind.
"Hey, girl," I heard someone behind be say. Looking
back I could see it was Janie, the girl who was in the
cubicle behind me.
"You look like you're in a dream world this morning.
Everything ok?"
"Yeah," I answered. "Just got a lot on my mind this
morning, that's all."
"Well, you look like you in another solar system,
Chris."
"I've just something on my mind that won't leave me
along. That's all."
"Nothing serious, I hope."
"Not really," I answered. "Just thinking about a hot
date I had this past weekend."
"Really?"
"Damn!" I thought to myself. "Of all the people I had
to say that to, it had to be Janie."
Now, don't get me wrong. Janie's a very nice girl, but
once she gets her 'hooks' into something, it's had to
distract her until the whole story is told, and I
wasn't in a mood to tell her anything right now, if at
all.
"You going to tell me?"
"Nope!" I laughed.
"Ok." She lowered herself behind the barrier and I
could hear the creaks as she sat down in her chair.
"Be that way," she told me, over the partition.
"I will." Again I laughed at her. I knew that down
inside though, Janie was plotting to get me to tell her
about my date, and I thought that I might just let her
know a few details later on, but not right now. After
all, I still had to come to terms with it myself.
* * * *
Later that morning I called Dr. Edwards office, to see
if I could move my next appointment up to this
afternoon. After my weekend I thought it would be good
to talk to him while the memories were still fresh in
my mind.
"Let me check with his schedule," his secretary told
me, then put me on hold.
I was just beginning to get frustrated with the wait
when she came back on the line.
"Can you be here at 4:30? He's booked till then and we
had a cancellation."
"Yes, that's fine. Thank you so much. See you then."
I hung up, already feeling a little moisture beginning
to gather inside me. I could only reason that I was
getting wet thinking of the weekend with Sam.
I settled back down and got the rest of my work done.
After all, if I was going to have to leave early, I
wanted to make sure that there wasn't anything
important left on my desk for tomorrow morning. I
wanted to be able to start fresh tomorrow, without
anything left over from today.
* * * *
"You can go in now, Ms. Egger."
"Thank you."
I got up and entered Dr. Edward's office, with his
secretary right behind me.
"I'm leaving," she told Dr. Edwards. Are you sure
you'll not be needing anything else?"
"Thank you, Ms Steens. I'm quite sure that everything
will be just fine. Enjoy your date. I'll see you in the
morning."
"Thank you, doctor." She closed the door as she left
and about 3 or 4 minutes later I heard the outer door
to the office close as well.
"If you'll excuse me a minute, Chris, I'll go and make
sure the office is locked up before we begin. Since
you're the last patient of the day I'd like to make
sure we aren't disturbed."
He left the office just long enough to make sure all
was taken care of in the outer office and then he came
back into the room, locking the door behind him as
well.
"Now then, Chris, what can I do for you today?"
"Well, Dick," I automatically fell into using his
Christian name, like he'd asked me to. It had just
seemed natural and to tell you the truth, I don't think
I even thought about it. "I had a wonderful weekend and
I wanted to talk to you about it while it was still
fresh in my mind."
"I take it that you had a good time?"
"Yes, I did. I'm just a little nervous about the whole
thing though."
"Why?" he asked.
"Well, that's just it, I'm not really sure myself. I
guess the fact that the man is so much older than I am
is one reason."
"And just how old is he?"
"80!"
"Really?"
"Yes. I've always found myself attracted to older men,
but I never thought that someone that age would get my
attention."
"And just how did that happen?"
I sat there and explained the whole thing to Dick. I
told him how I'd known his brother when I was younger
and what Grandpa Ned had done for the kids in my
neighborhood. I told him about meeting Grandpa Ned last
weekend and how he'd invited me to his house to get
over the despair I'd felt when the memories of Sid had
come back to me, unbidden. I also told him about my
night at Sam's house, but I was careful to leave out
the part about finding the two brothers in bed
together, sucking each other off. There were some
things I didn't feel too eager to talk about just now.
I decided that I might tell him about that part later,
but right now decided to just withhold it.
"Well, it seems to me that you're making some progress
with your life. I think this is definitely a step in
the right direction for you. But, I would caution you
to take it slowly. After all, you don't want to bite
off more then you can handle right now."
"Hey! I'm not looking for a relationship. This just
happened. I didn't ask for it, either. But, on the
other hand, I'm glad it happened. I need something like
this to happen for me and I'm glad that it did. Just
because Sam's 80, doesn't mean I regret for one minute
what happened, cause I don't. I like Sam and I'd like
to continue seeing him, but as far as a relationship
goes, that's not going to happen. And yes, I guess it's
because of the age difference, but I can't really say
that I'm hurt by it. I'm not. It just happened. I
needed some attention right then and Sam was there for
me.
"It felt good.
"I wanted it.
"Hell, I even think Sam wanted it to happen.
"The point is, IT DID HAPPEN!! I'm happy about it,
too."
"I never said you shouldn't be, now did I?"
"No, you didn't.
"Thank you."
"Nothing to thank me for, Chris. I'm happy to see that
you're feeling better about yourself."
"As I sit here and talk to Chris I'm reminded of the
throbbing hardness in my own pants. Just the thought of
her fucking a black man, like myself, has my cock
aching to be inside her. While I sit and think of the
details she's already told me of how it felt to fuck
someone so much older then herself, I find myself
wanting to thrust my cock into her as well. That will
happen shortly though. Right now I want to listen to
what she has to say about her just lost virginity,
greatly wishing that it had been me to have taken it
from her. That's fine with me thought. I know that I
can have her anytime I want her, right here in this
office. Hell, I can even have her invite me to her
place for a romp in her own bed, and perhaps I'll do
that one of these days, but for right now I've got to
be satisfied with knowing that I can control her and
get her to do things that she's not even aware of.
"I look up at her, see her glowing from her encounter
and feeling happy about it. I can see that she's a much
better person then she was just a little less then a
week ago, when I first saw her here. She's got a more
confident radiation about her. She's more in control of
her emotions then she was right after Sid was killed.
"I look at her face and see a radiance I'd not noticed
before. I just look at her and after a few minutes I
tell her her Key word and watch as that radiance
changes to a blank stare in her eyes, as she's under my
control once more.
"Chris," I say to her. "Tell me how you really feel at
this moment."
She sat there for a few minutes and I could tell that
she was thinking of something.
What? I couldn't be sure. All I could do was sit and
wait for her to tell me.
"I want to get undressed and suck your cock."
"I must admit, I was hoping she'd say something like
that."
"You sure, Chris?"
"Yes."
I stood up and moved in front of her, as she sat on the
sofa.
"You know what you want to do, Chris, so do it."
I watched as she scooted up to the edge of the sofa,
reached for my belt and undid it, then lowered my
zipper and let my pants fall to the floor. My cock was
still rock hard in my shorts and she pulled those down
as well and my cock bounced free of its restraint and
practically slapped her in the face, she was that
close.
She grabbed me and pulled my skin back, revealing the
glob of pre cum already leaking from my hole and stuck
out her tongue and licked the juice, savoring it on her
tongue before swallowing it.
She entertained herself by pumping my cock up and down,
pulling the loose skin up and over then down and off my
cock head again and again. My foreskin seemed to
fascinate her to no end and I was thrilled to just
watch her and the reaction she had to it. I knew that I
was feeling great and was hoping that she was as well.
With her other hand she massaged my balls, kneading
them between her fingers. I loved the feel of them
being handled like that and just stood there allowing
her to continue.
Then she leaned forward and took my cock head into her
mouth, sticking her tongue between my cock head and the
loose skin, something she loved to do whenever she
sucked on me, and believe me, I wasn't going to stop
her, either. She moved her hand, the one she'd held my
cock with, and moved it between her legs.
She was still dressed and she was stimulating herself
through her clothing.
"If you'd like to get undressed, Chris, we can stop
long enough."
Without saying anything, she stopped sucking on me and
began to get her clothing off. She stood up and removed
her blouse and pants and then her sports bra and
panties, revealing to me once again her hairless cunt,
already glistening with her running juices, that were
already beginning to leave a trail down her inner legs
and her excess juices started to run down her legs.
Then she sat down again and returned her full attention
to my hardness.
She ran her tongue down the front and then the back of
my cock, sucking on my loose skin as it dimpled at the
top of my cock head. She pulled with her teeth and
nibbled on it as well, causing me to moan at the
pleasure I was beginning to feel. She leaned in closer
and took my balls into her mouth, one at a time,
rolling them around in her warmness and licking them
with her tongue. Then she licked just below my balls,
in that place that I love to feel her attention,
causing my cock to get even harder.
She sat back on the sofa, spreading her legs. Then she
reached out and pulled my shirt to her, drawing me
closer as well.
"Eat me!" she told me.
"What?"
"I said, EAT ME!!" she yelled.
I got down on my knees and asked her to pull herself
open for me, which she gladly did.
I looked down at her hairless cunt, glistening with her
running juices, and knew that I wanted to do this as
much as she wanted me to. I eagerly lowered my mouth to
her hole, sticking out my own tongue and licking along
the outer lips, tasting her cum for the first time that
day. It was an amazing taste, too. Not quite salty and
not quite tangy, but more of a combination of both.
Then there was the aroma of not only her feminine
essence, but also of the perfume she'd dabbed herself
with and the combination of the two only made me want
to eat her more.
It's amazing how the scent of a woman can drive a man
to do things he'd never thought of before, and yet here
I was, starting to lick her out and savor her taste on
my taste buds.
The smoothness of her lips surprised me. I never
thought a shaved pussy could feel so good.
Then I remembered that she'd told me that she's used
had all her hair electronically removed. Damned if I
could remember the right word right then, but my
attention WAS elsewhere.
I paid attention to her outer lips for a long time,
both licking and sucking on them then I began to focus
on her inner lips and her extended clitoris, licking
and sucking on both. Her inner lips were quite slippery
with her abundant juices flowing freely for me to
enjoy. At times it was almost like I was taking a drink
directly from her pussy, as her juices flowed almost
like water, at times almost over powering me with the
abundance of leakage.
I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked on it,
rubbing the tip with my tongue, eliciting loud moans
from her as she came in my mouth as I continued to
administer to her.
At one point she wrapped her legs around my head and
pulled her deeper into her hole, trying to pull me
inside of her. At first I tried to fight it, but soon
learned that the more I pulled against her, the more
she wrapped those wonderful legs around my head. I
didn't want to get hurt, or to hurt her, either, so I
just relaxed and let her control the situation.
I think she same at least 6 times while I orally
manipulated her clitoris and lips, and her juices were
continually flowing the whole time as well.
When I finally pulled my face from her cunt I could
feel the excess juices streaming down my face and
dripping from my chin.
I was somewhat surprised when she pulled me back to
her, though this time face-to-face, and kissed me,
later licking her own juices from my face and pushing
her tongue into my mouth, allowing me to taste her
again as well.
I was surprised when she pushed me back, letting me
fall to the floor behind me, and then she got off the
sofa and situated herself between my legs and began to
suck me once more.
My hardness had remained and my pre cum was now running
freely down the front of my cock, soaking my balls.
She started on my balls, licking up the overflow and
continued up to the base of my cock and then up to my
head and the skin stretched across it. She pulled my
skin back once and took my cock into her mouth and
swallowed it all in one swift down plunge, not gagging
on it as she once had, but now steadily pumping her
head up and down, taking my full length with each down
plunge, using her tongue on my head and skin each time.
While she sucked she used her hand to pump up and down
as well, causing the friction to increase on my cock
until I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold out much
longer.
"I'm
cuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnngggggggggggggg," I yelled.
And I did just that. I shot perhaps the biggest load of
cum that I'd ever produced! I couldn't believe that I
was shooting that much into her mouth, but it was like
I couldn't stop. I know I felt at least 4 good shots
before the sensations became less and less and in no
time she was pulling my cock out of her mouth and
licking me, cleaning me up.
I don't think she even let a drop of my cum slip out of
her mouth, either.
I was exhausted at that time,unable to even sit up and
collect myself.
Looking into her face I could see that she was content,
but I could also see that she wasn't completely
satisfied, either.
I knew what was going to happen next, too.
Just as I expected, she took my cock back into her
mouth, working it until I was once again hard, then
straddled my hips, and lowered herself until her hot,
wet cunt was encasing my hardness, as she allowed me to
enter her for the first time. Once I was completed
surrounded by her wet cunt she just sat there, letting
my hardness fill her.
While I'm not as big as she told me Sam was, I still
had enough cock to apparently please her, cause in no
time she was bouncing up and down on my loins, taking
me into her with each down thrust. She pushed her head
back and moaned like mine was the last cock she'd ever
have in her, thoroughly enjoying getting fucked by me.
Hell, I think at that time she'd have enjoyed anything
with a cock. She was that far gone.
Well, not really 'gone', but definitely into the
moment.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaawwwwwwwwwww
wwwwwwwwwwwwww," she moaned. "Here I
cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..............
............"
And with that she collapsed forward, falling on my
chest, with her head coming to rest on my right
shoulder. Her breathing was fast and her breaths short,
almost like she was hyperventilating, but it was steady
and I knew she'd be fine.
We laid like that for what seemed like ages, neither
one of us moving. I was still buried inside her,
shrinking from exhaustion, feeling both our mingled
juices draining from her hole and onto my loins, down
between my legs and finally pooling on the floor
beneath us.
When she sat up and looked at me there was something in
her eyes that told me she'd enjoyed every minute of it.
Hey, I enjoyed it all, too.
* * * *
"Are we almost finished?" Chris asked.
I acted like I was finishing my notes and then
answered, "Yes, I think we are for this evening. Tell
me, Chris, how are you feeling?"
"In general?"
"Right now," I answered.
"I feel ok," she hesitated a little bit, "I guess."
"How so?" I prompted.
"Well, it seems like my life is turning around just a
bit, but I never, in my wildest imagination, thought
that I'd make out with someone who was 80 years old!"
"Does that still bother you?"
"You know something really weird?" she asked.
"Tell me."
"I thought it would bother me, but it doesn't at all.
"I mean, it's not like it was planned out or anything
like that.
"It just happened. And I allowed it to happen. I guess
that I wanted something to happen and it probably
would've happened with whom ever I was with at that
particular time. Right then it just happened to be Sam.
I feel good about it. I feel relieved that my virginity
if finally over!"
At that she laughed, with a genuine smile on her face
for the first time since she'd begun seeing me.
She sat and looked at me and I had to wonder what was
going on behind those eyes. In a way I was glad that I
didn't know. After all, hypnotizing my patients to do
what I want them to do is one thing, but to actually
know their thoughts is something entirely different.
Thank goodness I'm not a mind-reader. I don't think I
could take all that information.
I finished my notes and look at her again, remembering
how it felt to have had her right here in this office,
knowing that I'd experience her again. Not regretting
it one bit and looking forward to the next time.
"Well, I guess we are finished for tonight. Thank you
for calling and coming in."
"I didn't know if you'd see me without an appointment,
Dick, but I'm glad you did. I really did need to talk
to someone tonight."
"Chris, it's never a problem. Whenever you feel the
need to talk all you have to do is call the office and
I've already instructed my secretary to work you in."
"Thank you, Dick. I do appreciate it very much."
We went into the outer office and I unlocked the outer
door, opening it for her. She left, but turned to face
me one more time.
"Thanks again."
Then she headed towards the elevators and I shut the
door, locking it once more. It was time to close up and
head home myself.
Chapter 6
I had another visit to the doctor today, but this time
not with Dr. Edwards. This time I had a visit planned
with my OB-Gyn, Dr. Nancie Wray. I was due for my
yearly physical and it seemed as good a time as any
other, besides, I had to see about getting on some sort
of birth control. After all, with my new awareness of
my sexuality comes the responsibility of making sure I
didn't get pregnant.
I had to wait approximately 25 minutes in her outer
office before being called to the examination room.
Once there the nurse had me strip and put on that next-
to-nothing gown that we all hate to wear. You know the
one, with the opening all way up your back, where your
ass shows with just the slightest movement on your
part.
The exam went like all the others had in the past 3
years, but this time Dr. Wray had a quizzical look on
her face.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"I'm not sure right now, Chris. I want to do a
sonogram. To be sure, she added. If you've got the time
I'd like to do it now."
"Sure," I told her.
She did her other test and I was asked to get dressed
and wait in Dr. Wray's office, which is what I did. It
seemed like I sat in that office for an hour before she
finally came in and sat down behind her desk, my file
opened on the desk in front of her. She read the test
results and then looked up at me.
"Well?" I asked.
"The good news is you won't be needing those birth
control pills," she told me.
"And? The bad news?"
"Let me ask you something first."
"Ok."
"How's your period?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you regular? Irregular?"
That was a new one. I'd never thought too much about my
periods.
"To tell the truth," I started, "I hardly have one at
all any more. I think the last time I had one was about
3 months ago. Why?"
"We'll get to that in a minute, Ok?
"So tell me this, has your period always been so
irregular?"
"For as long as I can remember. I can't ever remember
having one on a monthly basis. It's always been like
every three or four months before I had one. I used to
worry about it but got so use to them being that way
that I soon forgot about it.
"Should I have been worried?"
"No, you shouldn't have. Irregular periods are not that
uncommon. In fact, for someone who's not sexually
active, that can be the norm.
"Are you still a virgin?"
Now I WAS embarrassed.
"No."
"No need to get so red, dear. It's a normal question in
my profession."
We both laughed lightly. More to relieve the tension
then anything else.
"Ok. Now to my test results.
"First of all, I don't want to alarm you, or make you
nervous."
"Too late for that," I told her.
"It's ok, Chris. It really is.
"After running the new test, my prognosis is right.
You're unable to get pregnant."
Surprise doesn't even begin to tell you what I felt at
that particular moment.
"What do you mean, I can't get pregnant?" I asked her.
"First things first, ok?"
I was getting tired of all the waiting, but went along.
I nodded to her.
"You know why women have periods, don't you?"
"Isn't it nature's way of cleaning out your uterus?"
"That's one way to look at it. You know that women
produce eggs during a certain time of the month and
that those eggs eventually settle into the uterus,
attach themselves to the uterine lining, and then the
pregnancy starts. If the egg is unfertilized it's
'tossed' out of the uterus by a discharge of blood,
thus cleaning the inside of the uterus and preparing
itself for the next month."
"ok."
"Well, where your ovaries are supposed to be
located..."
"Hey! What do you mean by 'supposed to be located'?"
"Your ovaries are there, Chris. They're just not
functional."
"You mean I'm sterile?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes."
Now I was numb!
"What I found from the sonogram is that while your
ovaries are there, what's actually inside each one is
not the egg production that's supposed to be taking
place. Instead, I found multiple lumps in each one.
This means that there's no way you can produce the eggs
you need to get pregnant."
"It's not cancer, is it?"
"Heavens, no!"
I was relieved to hear that.
"Can it be corrected?" I asked.
"I'm afraid not."
For some strange reason I felt more relief then sorrow.
In fact, there was no sorrow in me at all. I've never
considered myself to be parental anyway, and I guess
this is just mother nature's way of letting me know
that I'd never have children. Took a lot off my mind at
that point.
"Are you ok?" Dr. Wray asked.
"Amazingly, I am." And I was!
"I'm going to give you some medication to take which
will help with the production your body's not capable
of right now. Once you get your system used to that you
should be fine."
"What are the side effects?"
"Surprisingly, very little. Until your body gets use to
the medication you'll be tired for a while, but that'll
pass. It should take about two or three weeks for them
to fully work on your body and you'll have to take them
for the rest of your life, but we'll be able to cut
back on the initial dosage after the first four weeks.
You should be fine though."
We sat there and discussed some other personal issues
I'd seen her about in the past and in about 30 more
minutes we were finished and I left her office to
return to work.
Thank goodness it was late in the afternoon and I
wouldn't have to stay at work much longer. I had a lot
to think about and I wanted to stop at Grandpa Ned's
and Sam's place on the way home to talk to both of
them.
* * * *
After I left Dr. Wray's office I walked around the
buildings immediately downtown, which was only a few
blocks from the office. There's a small park in the
center of town with a beautiful fountain that I like to
sit next to and just watch the water, the ducks, the
doves practically begging for peanuts from those
sitting there, and the children playing on the
playground equipment.
Around here the populace seem to get along with each
other. There's no 'black/white' issue and everyone
seems happy with that, so I am, as well. I've never
considered myself a 'racist' and I'm happy to share my
'space' where ever I sit, with someone else. We chat,
we ignore each other, just whatever
happens.....................happens. Nothing too
serious, nothing to trivial. I love this community I've
settled in and don't think I'd be as happy anywhere
else.
As I continued to sit there the sky got cloudier and
the weather began to get darker. By darker, I mean that
the cloud covering was getting darker, threatening
rain. And here I was, in the part without my umbrella!
Oh well, I'd walked in the rain plenty of times, and I
had no problem doing it again, if I had to.
When I finally got to Grandpa Ned's and Sam's house it
was almost 7 pm and I could see the lights on in their
living room. I gently knocked on the door and waited.
When the door opened it was Grandpa Ned standing there.
"Hello, Chris," he greeted me, and motioned for me to
follow him into the living room. After he closed the
door he stuck his head in the room and told me that he
had to check on Samuel and would be right with me.
"I hope he's ok," I told him.
"Thank you," came the reply, as he was already heading
down the short hallway to his brother's room.
About fifteen minutes later he reentered the living
room and sat on the sofa across from me. I could see a
sad look on his face and I guessed that Sam wasn't
doing too well.
"Samuel's not having a good day, today," he told me.
"But he looked so good to me the other day," I replied.
"He has his good days, as well as his bad days.
Thankfully the bad days aren't too often and we've
learned to take it a day at a time. I think we both
prefer it that way and we try our best not to dwell on
what's going on, though we both know what's happening
and what's gonna happen in the future. We're just not
sure when that future is going to get here, and quite
frankly, I'm in no hurry to see it arrive, and neither
is Sam."
I cold understand that.
As I said earlier, I've known Grandpa Ned almost all my
life and he always seemed a compassionate man, not only
for his family, but for his friends as well. I can
remember how he took care of the kids in the
neighborhood and I'm sure he still felt that way.
"Samuel told me about the cancer about six years ago.
We had no idea of how bad it would eventually get and
we all hoped that he'd just go into remission and that
he'd pass on without it flaring up again. Turns out we
were wrong on that part.
"This is the third remission he's been through and it's
also the worse. He took up body building about four
years ago, as a way to build up his body to fight the
cancer. At one time he traveled to Canada for medicines
he couldn't get here.
Once, for about 18 months, he moved to Mexico, to get
treatment and medications he couldn't get here. He's
proud of his body and how well he's taken care of it.
He acts like the cancer is in another remission and, if
you ask him, he'll tell you that it is, but we've both
known for almost a year what was really happening.
"He's been on chemo now for about 4 weeks, with another
4 weeks to go."
"He looks mighty good for someone on chemo," I told
him. I've know a few people on chemo that didn't look
nearly as good as Sam does, even after their remission
returned. They all had that 'cancer look' to them. In
their defense though, they never talked about their
illnesses, either. They all seemed happy with were they
were in their lives and not one of them regretted
anything they'd had to do to try to stay alive. They
all fought to the end for what little bit of time they
had left. I respected them all for that."
"Samuel's the same way, Chris. He really is. His pride
is something he's very guarded about and he's not
ashamed to let anyone know that."
"Just how bad is he?" I asked.
"If it's like the last couple of times he'll be down
for 3 or 4 days and then he'll suddenly be right back
up again, acting as though nothing has happened. He'll
wait a couple of days and then hit the gym again and
start with the weights and the pushups, the chin ups,
the sit ups and all that other stuff he does to keep
his mind off the cancer.
"He's a tough fighter and I love him dearly. He's all I
have left now and I'm going to fight with him just as
much as I'll fight for him. I'd give him anything I
could to help him. If he needed a kidney he'd be
welcome to one of mine, if I was a match."
"I've seen how close the two of you are," I told him.
He looked at me for a moment, and I could see the
conflict in his eyes. I could almost read his mind, "Is
she talking about what Sam and I did last week while
she was here?"
"I saw the two of you that night," I told him. The
relief on his face was like someone let the air out of
a balloon. Yet he seemed relieved, too. Almost glad
that someone else, besides Sam that is, knew what the
two of them did.
"Like I said, we've always been close. You're the only
one, besides the two of us that is, that knows just how
close we are."
"I can understand why you wouldn't mention it to
anyone."
"You know what they'd have done to me back home if they
knew any of this?" he asked.
"Yes. You'd have never been able to watch the kids like
you did.
"Tell me though, why did you like watching us?"
"I've always loved kids. I've always wanted to help
them in any way I could. I guess that by watching them
for the working parents I was doing what I loved the
most. I wanted to protect them from the world out
there. A world that doesn't seem to really care about
what happens to kids. A world where others love to prey
on the kids of the world, not caring what they do to
them or how they do it. I've seen a lot of kids abused,
not only by strangers, but by their own parents as
well, and I wanted to make the kids of the neighborhood
feel like they had someone they could talk to if they
needed to.
"I think I had the trust of not only the kids, but also
the parents as well. They knew that I'd never do
anything to hurt their kids.
"Yes, Samuel and I share an intimacy that other
brothers normally don't. I don't deny it. Hell, no ones
ever asked me. No one knew and I meant to keep it that
way. That's why Samuel lived here and I lived 4 hours
away. I would visit him at least twice a month, we'd do
as we always did when we got together, but it never
went beyond these walls. We're a private family and we
tend to keep it that way."
"Why did you risk that privacy that night I stayed
here?" I asked. I just had to know.
"To tell the truth, Chris, I don't think we even
considered the consequences. Yes, we knew you were in
the other bedroom, but our need for each other
outweighed our privacy that night and we did what we
always do."
"You've nothing to fear from me, Grandpa Ned," I told
him. "Your secret's safe with me."
"I think we both knew even then that we could trust
you. I guess that's why we didn't hold back that night.
If you did happen to see us, who would believe you
anyway? We're well established here and you're still a
relative newcomer. No offense," he said.
"None taken," I answered.
Then I told him about the day Sam walked me home. It
didn't surprise me that he already knew. I was sure Sam
would tell him.
"Samuel told me that night what happened. He told me
that it just happened and that he didn't regret it at
all. Told me you were the best piece of white ass he'd
ever had!"
We both laughed and I could feel whatever tension had
been in the room disappear.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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