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The Life and Loves of Jared Jackson: An Erotic Memoir
by Jared Jackson (jaredjackson749@yahoo.com)

***

My name is Jared Jackson. As I write this, I'm a 
seventy-four year-old man looking back over my life and 
the many loves I have known. Here I sit alone, but 
satisfied, setting down the factual account of my sexual 
encounters that closely mimicked the sexual revolution 
that turned society upside down. I'll start at the time 
when I became alive sexually, well almost. (MF, 1st, 
oral, anal, rom)

***

Book One
Anna & Cherry

1: In the Beginning

When I was four or five I remember crouching behind my 
house with two little girls from the neighborhood. We 
were giggling, showing each other our privates, the old 
I'll show you mine if you show me yours game. I was 
fascinated by what I called their pig snouts. Little did 
I know how fascinated I would become later in my life. 
We watched as we peed in turn.

When I was seven or eight, my best friend Butch and I 
built a stagecoach in my backyard. We built it with two-
by-fours and chicken wire and covered it with some old 
blankets. I don't know if it was our original intent or 
not, but it became our hideout. One of the boys would 
sit on top like he was driving a team of horses, while 
the others would be inside playing with each other's 
privates. Of course the one on top was the lookout and 
would warn of any adults coming by.

The family moved to a ranch when I was nine. My parents 
had loaned money to an aunt to help purchase the place, 
but she and her husband couldn't keep up with the 
payments so it was going to be sold at a tax auction. My 
parents, rather than lose the five thousand they had 
loaned, paid the tax and we moved there.

I was pretty isolated. My nearest friend lived two miles 
away. A bus picked me up every morning for school which 
was about four miles away. I jerked off a lot looking at 
bathing beauties in magazines. I remember one nudist 
magazine that I had stolen from a news stand which was 
tattered and worn by the time we moved when I was 
thirteen. I masturbated a lot. It was probably my first 
love affair, my hand and I.

We had remodeled the ranch house in my eleventh year at 
my new home. A bathroom was added to the rear of the 
house and that became my masturbatory lab room. The 
smell of fresh plaster to this day will give me a hard-
on.

My high school years, when we moved to LA, were pretty 
normal except I was new in town and had skipped a grade 
so that I was always a bit behind every one in my grade, 
socially and developmentally, except for my cock. I 
don't know if it was the constant pounding I gave it or 
that I just had good genes, but I had a healthy eight 
inches when I was thirteen.

I was a good student with a three point five grade point 
average. I had taught myself piano and guitar and had a 
good voice. I soon was writing songs and performing in 
local shows and high school assemblies. You would think 
I had girls flocking to me, but I don't know if it was 
my shyness or my stunted social graces, but I just 
didn't score well until one of the songs I wrote and 
recorded started getting action on the local pop 
stations. It didn't become a hit, but the success opened 
up other opportunities which I will tell you about in 
later chapters and I was able to score some dates.

I remember well how things all changed in my senior year 
in high school when I got my first car, but try as I 
might I couldn't get past second base with the girls I 
dated. It was different times and girls back then made 
sure they didn't give it away. You could kiss 
passionately which always made me hard and I could get 
the girl's bra off, suck on her breasts and maybe get my 
hand down into her panties to feel that hot, wet hairy 
pussy, but that was it, no home runs for this player.

I saw my first porn picture when I was seventeen. I 
became fascinated with porn and addicted to acquiring 
and watching it for the rest of my life. Through all the 
frustrations and challenges of those years, I still look 
back on that time fondly in the rear-view mirror of my 
life.

I had several endearing love affairs. They sort of 
became the rhythm of my life, all different, but somehow 
the same. The one that got me started and prompted a 
lifelong fascination; OK...another addiction was my 
first love and sex educator, Anna.
 

Anna

After I graduated from high school, I had been 
struggling with my career as a songwriter. As I have 
said, I had a little success while in high school and 
thought I was headed to stardom, but reality had set in. 
I was eighteen and proud of my talent, fit body and wavy 
brown hair, but stardom had eluded me. More than one of 
the girls I had known had commented on my sky-blue eyes 
and kissable lips, but those things alone don't get you 
far.

Though I had the grades and IQ needed to get into most 
colleges, that path had not appealed to me. However, at 
my still young age, I was beginning to have doubts about 
the choices I had made. Maybe I should have gone to 
college and gotten a degree...but in what? Nothing 
appealed to me except music. I was still living at home 
and my parents weren't putting any pressure on me either 
way, but then again, my step father wasn't exactly happy 
with my plans.

Thumbing through a UCLA course book one day, I saw a 
class offered in Extension, Songwriting Made Easy. The 
teacher was a man with a lot of experience and the copy 
below outlining the class was appealing. This seemed 
like a good thing to me. I could see how well I did in a 
university atmosphere and at the same time polish my 
songwriting chops. After all I had just started writing 
songs out of the blue at twelve, but had no formal 
instruction in the process and as I said there was some 
limited success I could point to.

I had written a successful jingle which netted me five 
thousand dollars on a buy-out. I visited music 
publishers and record labels on a regular basis. I would 
sit at their pianos, usually a slightly out of tune 
spinet, and pitch my latest song. For every one that 
expressed an interest, there were ten more that told me 
my songs were full of clichés and in some cases crossed 
over into, it's a piece of shit mode. That was not good 
for my self-esteem.

My first night's class, for that's where almost all of 
UCLA extension took place, started with a bang. I had 
bought a corduroy coat with the necessary elbow patches 
and a pipe and a tin of Sir Walter Raleigh tobacco. It 
didn't seem to matter to me that I had never smoked 
anything. It was the picture it made I was striving for. 
At eighteen, I hoped this would make me look older and 
sophisticated. Unfortunately, I couldn't keep the damn 
thing lit.

On that first night, I walked into the class room with 
an air of authority; after all I was a professional. I 
plopped myself down in one of the school desk chairs and 
began to look around the room. There was a mixture of 
young and old, probably about thirty people, seemingly 
of all nationalities. My eyes fell on the woman who had 
just sat down next to me and I almost swallowed my 
tongue.

She was beautiful in a dark exotic way. Her hair was 
almost black with a few hints of auburn. She was dressed 
in an expensive looking, sleek purple dress that hugged 
her fit body. The color seemed to enhance her deep 
violet eyes. She was looking directly into mine and a 
glimmer of humor twinkled as her mouth, those luscious 
pouty lips, curved into a smile. Her perfume and essence 
enveloped me as I stuttered out, "H..hi, my name is 
J..Jared. Wh-what's yours. 

She leaned closer to me and said with a delightful 
French accent, "Anna...are you a songwriter?"

Although I was still shaken by her presence and the 
erection growing in my pants, I responded in my big boy 
voice once again, "Yeah, I've had a few things published 
and written a jingle or two. How about you?"

"I'm just a lyric writer." She paused to study me, "Do 
you ever collaborate?"

She was probably in her mid-thirties and way over my 
head, but I gave her my most seductive smile, "I don't 
normally, but for you I might try it. I mean we just 
met. Neither of us knows if the other can write."

She gave me a little moue of displeasure with those sexy 
lips and said, "I have faith in you. Don't you have 
faith in me?" She ended it by running her tongue over 
her lower lip.

What the fuck are you doing Jared? Are you out of your 
mind? Go for it. "That sounds good. Let's see what 
develops."

The class was amazing. The professor, whose name was 
Peter, was obviously very good. He had already in the 
first lesson shown me things I had never known before. 
Anna kept leaning into me and asking me questions with 
that French accent, somehow always managing to brush 
some part of her body against mine.

The class ended with a challenge and an assignment by 
the prof, "I'd like you to write a song this week using 
the principles of second or third person writing that we 
discussed earlier. It needs to be a ballad. If you only 
write lyrics or compose only, just bring those bits and 
next week maybe we can hook some of you up to 
collaborate together.

I hugged Anna as we broke up being careful to not show 
my arousal and she gave me a sweet peck on the lips that 
sent my temperature rising. I watched her swaying ass in 
that lacy purple dress as she walked away. She was sex 
personified. I couldn't wait to get home and jack off.

***

I worked hard all week. I had come up with a title right 
away, Always You. The words told about a fantasy this 
man had about a beautiful woman and realized suddenly 
that it was the woman that he had just met. It seemed to 
suggest that old saying of art imitating life or is it 
the other way around. I couldn't wait to get to class 
and volunteer to sing it. 

I sat down in the desk next to Anna, "Hi beautiful."

"Hi, my handsome songwriter, did you write a song?"

"I'm gonna try to sing it tonight. Did you write a 
lyric?"

"Take a look." Her hand touched mine as she spread out a 
sheet of paper in front of me. The title immediately 
grabbed me, You Want Me. Her hand on mine was extremely 
warm and her perfume, maybe her essence enveloped me. My 
mensa friend started growing in my pants.

Like they say... like minds. Her lyrics weren't bad. The 
imagery was quite good, but like a lot of amateurs who 
just write lyrics, it was a little bit too poetic. I 
read it through a second time and I liked it better. 
"It's good. You don't have a B section. It's all four 
line stanzas with the same meter. Do you know what a 
bridge is?"

"Is it a structure that spans a river?" She covered the 
comment by giggling warmly. "I don't know what it is but 
it must be a segment of a song."

Without thinking I leaned over and kissed those luscious 
lips and then blushed furiously. "I don't know what came 
over me."

"Whatever it was, I liked it."

I was saved by the prof, Peter, calling the class to 
order and taking roll. It seemed everyone was present. 
He then asked if there were any volunteers to sing their 
new creations. I didn't want to be first, but amid the 
silence and shuffling of feet I finally held up my hand.

He looked down at his sign-up sheet, "Let's see you're 
Jared Jackson?"

"That would be me."

"Don't just sit there, come on down."

I took my place on the piano bench, placed my lyric 
sheet on the grooved surface in front of me and launched 
into the intro to Always You. From the opening chords to 
the final you, the class seemed mesmerized. At the end, 
after a pregnant pause, they burst into thunderous 
applause.

This man with all the experience, the professor, Peter, 
walked forward grabbing my hand and pumping it. "What in 
the world are you doing in this class? You're a pro. 
Good job." 

A cheer went up, but I shushed it with a palm down. "I'm 
here to learn sir, and from all I got out of last week's 
class, I think it's going to be a great educational 
experience." As I walked back to my seat I was smiling 
with my success and that grin grew even more when I saw 
Anna's face.

She was studying me with an evil grin, her violet eyes 
flashing, "Was that song about me?"

I met those violet eyes with my squinty ones. "What do 
you think?"

Her smile lit up her face, "I want to write with you. Am 
I good enough?"

"We need to construct a bridge for your song, but yeah, 
it's good."

She seemed twenty years younger when she clapped her 
hands together excitedly, "Goody, I can't wait. Are you 
free tomorrow night to come to my place?"

I tried to remain calm, but inside my guts were 
churning, "That would be cool." Cool... cool, you fuck-
head your ecstatic.

The rest of the class passed with me watching the clock. 
The other songs didn't quite come up to mine, but over 
all they were good. Teach had later talked about form so 
now Anna knew what a bridge was. She seemed to 
understand it when she whispered questions to me and I 
answered soto voce.

The assignment for the following week was to write an 
AABA song and after making sure everyone understood what 
that was, Peter released us. I turned to Anna and she 
kissed me again, only it wasn't just a little peck, her 
fervent tongue slipped into my mouth and I automatically 
gave her mine. Her voice was husky, "My song was about 
you."

We broke quickly and from my flushed countenance, again 
I watched her swaying booty walk away. This time she 
looked over her shoulder and smiled just before she 
exited and I was caught ogling. Her song was about me. 
"Shit! I pushed my erection down but she was soon gone.

When I turned around Peter was smiling down at me "She's 
something else." He paused thoughtfully, "Would you be 
up for writing a jingle with me? It's a national chain 
of stores so it might work into something worthwhile."

"Absolutely! I assume doing the music, right?"

"Right, I'll bring the lyrics next week." He's almost 
smirking now, "Be careful, that woman looks like a 
handful."

***

That, I was soon to find out, and more. When I arrived 
at her condo in an upscale section of Brentwood, I 
walked to her door with trepidation. Am I over-reading 
things? No, my song is about you. Pretty direct. My God, 
I haven't even fucked a woman before. I mean I've made 
out, you know kissed and felt girls up. 

I even got the top down on a girl I really liked. She 
had these sweet little boobs with long, eraser like 
nipples that I sucked and sucked on. She did a lot of 
moaning but once my hand snaked down in her panties, she 
shut me off with tightly closed legs and a verbal 
rebuff. What if Anna made a move on me? Could I handle 
that? 

All thoughts were driven from my mind when she answered 
her door in a filmy black lace peignoir, totally nude 
underneath. Her perfect, hard-nippled breasts and the 
expansive growth of black hair at the juncture of her 
thighs were clearly visible. She grabbed my shirt and 
pulled me inside closing the door with her foot. 

That perfume she used and her natural essence filled my 
being as she brought my lips down to hers. Her sweet 
wine coated breath preceded our mouths meeting and our 
tongues began the age-old duel bringing us to a panting 
excitement. 

I ran my hands down her arms making her shiver. Virgin 
that I was, I was almost trembling in anticipation as we 
ground our bodies together. When my hard-on began 
rubbing against her belly, she reached down and massaged 
it as we continued to madly ravage each other's mouths. 
Her lips were so full and pliant as she sucked on my 
tongue. I cupped her face in my hands and watched her 
eyes as we continued to caress each other's lips with 
our own. My cock became harder than hard. I needed 
release and she knew it

She sat down on the couch in front of me unbuckling my 
belt and pulling my pants and underpants down in one 
swift motion. "Ooh, it's nice and big. OK, big boy, 
you've been teasing me for two weeks. I need this and 
you need to come quickly so that you can stay with me. I 
may not know a lot about songwriting, but you are in my 
court now." 

With that she enveloped my cock with one long gulp of 
her bright red lip-sticked mouth and began to blow me 
between those beautiful full lips that seemed made for 
sucking cock. I had never measured my prick, but I had 
estimated it had grown to about nine inches long. I was 
amazed to watch how she was able to deep throat my 
virgin member with one long thrust of her mouth that 
made her eyes water. She then began to suck me 
voraciously. 

She pushed her face against my cock until it was buried 
up to the hair that covered my pubes. I could feel her 
throat give and she moaned. As she started bobbing her 
head in earnest, she reached down between her legs and 
began to milk her pussy, that glorious full-haired cunt. 
I was quickly approaching climax and suddenly wondered 
if she swallowed. I had heard of it and often fantasized 
what it would feel like.

Amid this fantasizing what it would feel like, I noticed 
tufts of hair coming out of her armpits and pulled her 
arm that wasn't milking her pussy up, exposing a full 
extent of hair under her arm. She looked up and smiled 
around my stroking cock. She pulled that arm back down 
and, wet her finger with the spit adorning my prick and 
suddenly her finger was entering my asshole and soon 
after I was shooting streams of my love juice into her 
mouth. She kept sucking and swallowing, looking up at me 
with what I thought might be love in those violet eyes.

At some point I had put my hands on both sides of her 
face pulling those tantalizing lips on and off my rod 
and now I was watching as she sucked and swallowed, 
relishing the look and feel of it. Now, I knew and it 
was great and so intimate. 

After that first blow job, it would always be my number 
one way to get off. She took her mouth off me finally, 
"God that was so good. Your cream is so sweet. You're 
going to have a problem keeping me off that love stick." 
She laid back opening her legs and gracing me with the 
sight of her gorgeous pussy. "Now it's my turn."

She drew me down on the floor in front of her and pulled 
my mouth into that wonder land. It was so hairy and 
beautiful, the pink lips beckoning to me and she smelled 
and tasted so good; her syrupy juices were dripping from 
that hairy opening. 

I didn't know much about cunnilingus, is that what they 
call it, but I didn't hesitate, diving in licking and 
sucking those folds of love and digging my tongue deep 
into her velvet tunnel. I was in heaven. When I looked 
up she had both arms over her head exposing the curly 
fur there. I was erect again in seconds.

I flicked my tongue along the base of her clit and then 
began to circle around it. I brought my hand up to join 
the process and began to rub the side of her man in the 
boat. Occasionally I would dip a finger or two into her 
pussy watching her face as I did. She began to move with 
my ministrations and started to moan in a growly low 
voice until with squirting juice she came, her body 
convulsing and her face wreathed with a joyous 
expression. I quickly began lapping up her emissions, 
swallowing the sweet honey flowing from her box.

"So you like my body hair? I was worried it would turn 
you off."

"I love it. Talk about a problem, I will be glued to 
your hairy pussy. You'll just have to get used to it."

"What a problem for this poor Parisian woman. What else 
would you like to do to me?"

I leaned down and brought my lips to hers kissing her 
with renewed passion. Her mouth was so soft and 
expressive. My tongue delved into her mouth and she 
sucked it like she had just taken my cock, "I want to 
fuck you in the pussy in your glorious ass and maybe 
even in your armpits. They have me in their clutches. 
I've never seen something as sexy as they are. I want 
to...what do you French call it soixante neuf?"

"A favorite of mine, it brings a couple so intimately 
together."

"I can't wait!"

"Good, you can have it all, over and over again. I love 
sex and I love you."

I paused for a moment looking deeply into her eyes. 
"That's quite a statement. I certainly love you in every 
definition of the word I've ever heard. I've been 
attracted to you from the first moment you sat down next 
to me. Our age difference doesn't matter." My mind is 
going in ten different directions. "I've always thought 
I would have kids. Do you want kids?"

"I would, but I don't know if that's best for me or for 
us. All I know for sure is I want you to fuck me right 
now. Are you up to it?"

I rubbed my erect cock against her belly and said, "I 
think so. I have to warn you I've never fucked anyone 
before."

"Oh goody, a virgin, I can't wait. Fuck me big boy."

In my sexual fantasies, I had done this many times. I 
paused at the beautiful hirsute threshold of her cunt 
and holding my cock in my hand I began to rub it up and 
down on her hairy labia, which were still slick with 
juice in spite of my efforts to devour it all. With a 
grunt I shoved it in till my hair was mixing with hers. 
You might say in swordsman terms, to the hilt. Her warm, 
caressing vagina welcomed me and its deepest part, or 
maybe the womb itself, nipped at the head of my dick. 

I began to move in and out of her sweet cunt, relishing 
the way she moved her hips to accommodate me. She 
matched my movements perfectly and thanks to her blow 
job I felt confident I could keep it going, that is 
until she began to pant and hold me tighter. She was 
going crazy, "Fuck me baby. I want you to fill my cunt 
with your sweet juice." She was groaning passionately, 
"Fuck me, fuck me harder. That's it! God, you're a 
beautiful cocksman. Jared... I'm cumming... Cumming just 
for you and I'm gonna drown that virgin prick in my hot, 
precious love juice."

She was panting and pumping and I was giving her 
everything I had. She shook with the depth of her orgasm 
and I was right behind her, filling that quivering 
grotto with my cum.

I watched her as she came back to earth. She threw me a 
sardonic grin, "Quite a beautiful fuck for a virgin. You 
sure you haven't done it before?"

"If I had, it would surely pale in comparison. Nothing 
could top that."

"Oh sweety, there's still my ass."

***

We tried to write together later on and got some things 
done, but neither one of us had our heads into it and if 
you want to know the truth we were both exhausted. We 
had killed a bottle of a very good French Bordeaux over 
the last two hours and she finally drew me off to bed 
and snuggled her body against mine between her silk 
sheets. Yeah, the woman had class. As arousing as it was 
to have her body against mine, I soon found myself 
dropping into a deep sleep.

Morning came with a mouth sucking on my cock. After 
realizing where I was and whose mouth was sucking me, I 
twisted around and pulled her on top of me. Without 
missing a beat she kept blowing me and settled that 
delicious breakfast on my mouth and began to hump my 
face. Of course, I was in heaven. I reached around and 
began to tweak her nipples. I found myself moistening my 
index finger in her juices and shoved it in the rosebud 
between her quivering butt cheeks. 

The feeling was unbelievable. All my senses were being 
filled with the smell, taste and sight of her pumping 
pussy above me while my cock was nearing completion in 
her wildly ravaging mouth and aided by that talented 
tongue. Her body writhed over me, filling my senses with 
the feel of her belly and breasts rubbing on me. 

We both began groaning with the building arousal until 
she slammed her cunt down hard on my face trembling in 
the throes of her orgasm and drenched my face with her 
love potion. At the same time I seemed to throw my legs 
out and shoving my cock deep into her throat, I erupted 
with a large load of jizm into her sucking mouth. We 
seemed to squeeze each other tight with the depth of our 
climax, sucking, licking and slurping with the pleasure 
of it all. It didn't get any better than this.

***

She fixed us Eggs Benedict after we were able to extract 
ourselves from each other's arms. We had spent the time 
immediately after our sixty nine, kissing and sucking on 
the other's tongue combining and swallowing our juices. 
The pure visceral sexiness of it all was over whelming 
for me. I hadn't been able to get enough of her. 

The breakfast was terrific. The hollandaise sauce was 
tart and creamy and served over perfectly poached eggs, 
Canadian ham and English muffin. It was a tasty treat, 
but not as good as the stuff I extracted from her 
foaming delta. Still, the woman could cook.

I left with the promise of returning that night. I was 
free for the rest of the day, but Anna had to check into 
the fashion company she worked for. All through the day 
I couldn't stop thinking about the night before: her 
hairy mons and pits, her lips sucking my cock, those 
incredible eyes staring into mine and her essence, that 
sweet liquid I had fallen in love with. Yes, I had it 
bad too.

***

That night, I was trembling in anticipation once again 
as I walked up the path to her condo. She met me at the 
door bare-naked, no need to veil anything now. "Mister 
Jackson I presume."

"You presume correctly. But just to make sure here's my 
ID." I unzipped and pulled my cock out in all its turgid 
glory.

I had hardly closed the door behind me when she dropped 
to her knees and began to fellate me, cupping my balls 
with her left hand as she stroked my hard-on into her 
perfect lips. A short time later I was holding her head 
with both hands and fucking her face with what I 
believed was a rapidly maturing cock. It seemed to have 
grown another inch since our first encounter and the 
veins running down the middle seemed to be larger. 

The helmet that she was running her tongue underneath 
stood out deeply purple against her tantalizing pink 
tongue. The balls she was cradling in her left hand 
seemed bigger, real stones. Her finger plunged into my 
ass and I was dropping a massive load on her tongue. She 
had held it out as I came and I watched intently as my 
creamy, chunky liquid spilled onto her tongue. She kept 
bringing it into her mouth and returning for another 
squirt as she swallowed it all.

What an awesome sight. How did I get so fucking lucky?

***

We actually got some work on her song done. It was quite 
lovely and I suggested a bridge which she loved. Through 
it all we kept fondling each other's parts until by the 
time we were ready to call it quits we were both in a 
highly aroused state. My cock was standing at attention 
and her curly-haired quim was moist when I managed to 
stroke it. I couldn't get over my fascination with her 
hairy puss and arm pits. They were so fucking sexy.

I pulled her to me and kissed her lips, sucking on that 
petulant lower lip, running my tongue over the seam. She 
was not to be out done. "What you got in mind big boy?"

"Let's go get on the bed and see what happens."

"You up for claiming my ass? She feels left out."

I threw her over my shoulder and carried her into the 
bedroom "caveman style" with her beating on my back and 
laughing. I was going to claim her all right, all of 
her. I deposited the squirming flesh on the bed and 
quickly dove into her hairy delights licking her juices 
and tonguing her hard erect clitoris. I delved my tongue 
deeply into her pink depths. She spread her legs wider 
and pulled me in tight to her tasty delta.

I slid my tongue down and lifting her up, I thrust it 
into the rosebud nestled between her beautiful ass 
cheeks. She moaned as I got more insistent, lathering 
her buttocks with my spit until suddenly she rolled over 
presenting me with her ass pushed into the air by the 
pillow she pulled underneath her. That wrinkled brown 
hole was winking at me, pulsing in an out. I didn't know 
what I was doing, but she seemed to be enjoying it.

I rose up and set my prick on her wet hole and slowly 
pushed in sliding past the sphincter ring and gently 
moving more and more deeply into that hot, tight tunnel. 
She moaned at my slow progress until she reached behind 
and shoved me the last inch left with a growl, "Fuck my 
ass. Fuck it hard."

I shifted gears and began to pump her ass full of cock 
and it felt great. I watched her hairy hole widen as my 
pole slid within taking it all until just our entwined 
hair showed and then blossom out as my cock slid back 
until just the tip was obscured. It was exhilarating, 
especially when I reached beneath and began to stroke 
that hard clit. 

She was quivering with passion and at once her backdoor 
tunnel clamped down hard on its invader and we both 
screamed in release. My prick seemed to come in one long 
stream that went on and on. Her hips were shaking and 
pumping as my silver seed poured into her body and my 
hand on her pussy was receiving a large amount of love 
cream which she expelled from her vagina.

I pulled out and laid alongside her as we both panted 
from our exertion. She lifted the arm next to me and I 
immediately stuck my nose into that mossy pit, savoring 
her smell licking at the sweat lying there. It was pure 
heaven. She moaned a deep groan of satisfaction, "That 
was without a doubt the greatest fuck I've ever 
experienced. Are you sure you're a beginner?"

I looked at that satisfied smile that graced her 
unbelievable beauty, "Not now." I said.

***

The next three months hurried by. I slept almost nightly 
at her place. She had a couple of short business trips 
where I spent a day and night pining for her return. 
When she did, we almost killed each other with our 
lovemaking. She could go all night and as a fit 
eighteen-year-old, four or five comes was not out of the 
question. I had her in every position she knew and I 
invented a couple that tied us in knots, literally. 

And yes one night, I fucked her armpits which seemed to 
turn her on and I shot a huge load of white milky jizm 
on that silky black hair. I loved the contrast of 
colors. Afterward I spooned my globs of cream into her 
mouth watching her savor it as she milked her clit to 
orgasm.

We continued to write together. We now had a couple of 
pretty good songs. One night at the songwriting class, I 
sang I Want You to a great reception. She was really 
excited. That night I fucked her in the ass again. This 
time my ejaculation seemed to last forever as she 
clutched me in her tight tunnel.

Peter and I wrote a neat jingle that was accepted by the 
ad agency and I recorded it in Radio Recorders in 
Hollywood with just my guitar as accompaniment. It 
sounded terrific and I heard it several times on the 
radio. The fact it was played nationally turned into 
quite a boon for me. I had joined the unions, AFTRA and 
Musicians 47 and every thirteen weeks I got a sizable 
check in the mail from both as I was the co-writer, and 
only singer and musician. Sure beat a buyout like I had 
accepted on my first jingle.

It was on an early evening in June when I came to Anna's 
door one night. The whole month had been cloudy and 
overcast and today was no exception. June gloom we 
locals called it. Depressing I called it, but not as 
depressing as it became moments later. 

I rang her bell and waited to be surprised. I never knew 
how she would greet me. After the third attempt I became 
anxious. A woman passing by in the hall touched me on 
the back and asked, "Don't you know? She moved back to 
France yesterday."

I shook my head in anger. Surely this was a bad dream. 
She couldn't just leave me hanging like this. 
Embarrassingly, I realized that I didn't know anything 
about her, where she worked or any of her friends. I 
checked with the company she rented the condo from. They 
didn't know either. There was no forwarding address. She 
had paid three months in advance in cash and left a 
month's security deposit. It slowly dawned on me that 
she had known this would happen all along. Did she not 
want to tie me up or have to let me down? Surely nothing 
could be worse than this.

Looking back at those times all these years later, I 
still long for her. Although I have had many sexual 
adventures since then which I will tell you about later, 
I will never forget my first fuck; shit my first love. I 
will always remember her. Where are you Anna? Are you 
still alive? Have you missed me as much as I have missed 
you?

***

After Anna, I was lost for many months, trying to find 
her, fighting my depression and hardly able to write. I 
sought solace in the arms of any woman who would have me 
and though I must have been a mean companion, women 
sought me out. None could compare to Anna. I just went 
through the motions with them. No one had her violet 
eyes, her pouty, luscious lips, her hard tipped pert 
breasts, but most of all her hairy pussy and fur patched 
arm pits.

I had become a hair fetish addict. I was constantly 
trying to see under women's skirts, glancing at their 
pits when they raised their arms and buying porn under 
the table they called it then, and watching movies that 
featured hairy women. Most porn flicks from this time 
were bound to have them. Shaving and depilating were not 
in vogue in the sixties, thank God. All this left me 
hungering for the past, still judging everything by the 
yard stick of Anna. I was miserable. 

Slowly as I began to fight my way out of it, I began to 
have some small successes: a film score here and a 
jingle there. But nothing had prepared me for the 
success of a number one record Always You.

Yes the one I had written in my songwriting class. I had 
re-arranged it and shopped it around until some bright A 
and R guy decided to take a chance with it. Two other 
radio hits followed. Money and opportunities began to 
flow in, but still I was dissatisfied. I had registered 
for the draft when I turned eighteen, but did not want 
my life turned upside down by serving in the military.

Though the threat was minimal in pre-Vietnam War days, I 
enrolled at UCLA as a full time student in psychology in 
the fall of sixty primarily to get a deferment. Don't 
ask me why I chose that major. I just had a yen to see 
if I could find out what made people tick. What made 
Anna tick. I guess in the back of my mind were all the 
books I had read by Albert Ellis and the other turn of 
the century books about sexual dysfunction. Of course a 
biggie had been the Kinsey Report and then the work by 
Masters and Johnson. The case histories had given me a 
lot of masturbatory fantasies. 

I still kept up my musical career. I just had to 
downsize it and fit it into my schedule. In four years I 
had a B.A. and wasn't sure at all if I knew people any 
better. Still that diploma looked good on my studio wall 
and I was proud of it. It came in handy later on when I 
had a career change, but you'll find out about that soon 
enough.

Though I still longed for Anna and her hairy pits, it 
was time to move on. I now had the financial nut I 
needed and was full of enthusiasm for the future. I 
bought my first house and as it turns out my last. It 
was a rambling ranch house in Brentwood, sometimes noted 
as the movie star capital of the world. There was a 
circular drive in front and I bought a Jaguar to grace 
that drive. I was master of my domain.


Cherry

One of the most intriguing women I encountered during 
these early years was a twenty year-old Italian woman I 
met on a short trip to Italy to promote my record which 
was a big hit in that country. I mean Volare had been a 
mammoth international record success the year before. 
That's the time frame. I met her on my first day there. 
She was the representative of a big conglomerate who 
owned the Italian label my record was released on. They 
also had ties to the public owned television company 
RAI.

Cherry was a promotion person for the label and was to 
accompany me to all the venues I would sing at and the 
interviews on radio and TV. She met me in a shoulder-
less black dress that pushed up her breasts in a most 
delicious way and scooped out, providing an irresistible 
sight of those pert globes. She had that wonderful 
Italian, olive skin, dark brown eyes and succulent, full 
lips.

We hit it off real well. She loved my music and I found 
her sexy and adorable. She took me to an Italian 
restaurant the first night. The food was sensational, 
the Chianti memorable and the conversation challenging 
with her basic English and excited, arm waving manner. 
We had too much wine and what I could glean from her 
off-hand remarks was that she wanted to continue our 
discussion in my hotel room.

After much argument, she paid the check saying she had 
an expense account for my stay in Italy. We kind of held 
each other up as we staggered to the elevator we took to 
the penthouse the label had reserved for me. Once inside 
my door, I turned her around and brought my lips down on 
those that I had been staring at all night. We were both 
shaken by the passion it stirred in both of us.

During one of the steam-filled clutches, I pulled down 
the zipper on the back of her dress and those pert 
breasts that I had been admiring all day, popped out. I 
pushed the dress down and off and stood staring at her 
hard-nippled boobs and the curly bush adorning her 
delta. My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed hard.

She looked at me with swollen messy lips which had 
lipstick smeared all over her mouth and chin. She gave 
me an inquisitive look. "Are you OK?"

"I'm in heaven. I love women with hairy pussies. She 
lifted her arms with mossy pits and said "And do you 
like these too?"

I became rock hard and I'm sure I flushed red. "You're a 
vision from my wildest, sexiest dreams. Let me show 
you." I made her feel my swollen member. "That's for 
you...you Italian temptress." I then proceeded to lock 
my lips around her left breast and grabbed a handful of 
that hairy twat. She was soaking wet. I wasn't the only 
one ready to fuck. I picked her up by her crotch and an 
arm around her back and carried her to the bed.

She put a hand over my mouth as I deposited her on the 
bed, "I'm a virgin. You better get a towel. 

Wow, that took the wind out of my sails. "Are you sure 
you want to do this?"

She gave me a very serious look, "I've been saving 
myself for someone special and I choose you." She drew 
my lips down to hers and kissed me, running her tongue 
over my lips and into my mouth, "Now go get the towel. I 
want this more than I've ever wanted anything else."

I got a towel from the bathroom and returned to the bed, 
spreading it out beside her. She scootched her butt over 
giving me an enticing view of her spread thighs and the 
grotto between. I lay down between those long legs and 
looked up at her. "Massage your breasts, make your 
nipples hard." She obeyed my command and I began to kiss 
her inner thighs slowly approaching her seat of passion. 
Everything was incredible: the sweet aroma, the drops of 
moisture on those black tendrils of hair, the very 
femaleness of it all.

I slowly inserted my tongue into that black forest, 
licking at the moisture, separating the folds of flesh 
until I was snaking up her vagina and digging into her 
inner recesses. She spread her legs wider, reached 
behind my head, pulling me deeper and started humping 
her hips up for my invading tongue. "Jared, this is so 
good. Eat me up. Don't stop... I'm..." She started 
rhythmically repeating some Italian phrases until, 
"Babee... I'm cumming... here I... ammmm!"

She inundated my face with her liquid love and I was 
busy for the next few minutes trying to get all the 
juice she had expelled. It was like the finest ambrosia 
and I wasn't wasting a drop of it. When Cherry stopped 
shaking I got up and removed the rest of my clothes 
unveiling the nine inch turgid pole. I knelt by her head 
and presented him for her inspection.

"Oh my God, can I take all of that. She licked the 
dripping pre-cum off of the tip and engulfed him, 
sucking and swallowing that sweet liquid.

As I withdrew and got into position she quipped, "I want 
more of that later."

I rubbed my cock up and down her pussy, "You can have 
all you want signiorina, but now we're going to try to 
bury this monster in that perfect pussy." I slowly 
pushed forward feeling a tightness and as I did, Cherry 
brought her arms over her head exposing those tufts of 
hair in her pits. I almost lost it. I kissed her 
feverishly and looking down into those big browns I 
said, "I want your cherry, Cherry." 

She started laughing and that's when I shoved him to the 
hilt. She cried out in pain, but it was soon replaced by 
giggling as she realized I was completely in and when I 
began to fuck her, her eyes grew big with the amazing 
feeling we were both experiencing. "I'm yours Jared. 
Fuck the living daylights out of me." She then broke 
into her Italian phrases that only heightened my 
experience.

I was moving into over-drive. My hips had a mind of 
their own and I let them go, humping and pumping without 
any conscious effort. I was building up to a huge climax 
and Cherry was meeting me thrust for thrust. She shouted 
out, "Scopare, scopare."

I found out later that it meant fuck, well that made 
sense. Whatever it meant it spurred me on and my hips 
and hers became a blur of motion as I pounded her hot, 
tight pussy. I took one of those bouncing breasts in my 
mouth and she went crazy, shaking in orgasm and I was 
right behind her spurting my seed deep in her vagina.

We lay locked together for several minutes as my cock 
deflated and with a little twist I withdrew completely. 
As I lay beside her I looked down at the towel. There 
was very little blood, a smidgen. She said later that 
she had been using some toys for the last few months and 
maybe that had opened her pussy up. The important thing 
was, other than that first push she had felt no pain.

We lay for quite a while in a close embrace. Her pert 
jugs felt so good on my chest and every so often our 
lips would meet in a sweet kiss, our tongues exploring 
each other's mouth. She reached down and her hand 
caressed my prick, "Let's take a shower. I don't think 
I'm through with this delightful friend of yours. I 
mean, I had two cums and you only one.

"OK my princess...by the way, did you see the movie 
Roman Holiday? You're my Audrey Hepburn. You've captured 
my heart. I led her to the shower and we soaped up and 
rubbed each other's privates. Of course, I became hard. 
Her pussy was a little sore, but she vowed to not let 
that stop us from anything.

We scurried back to bed and dropped into the tight 
embrace we had before and started sucking face. I 
couldn't get over how beautiful she was, especially with 
those hairy parts. She wiggled out of my grasp and 
slithered down my body. She came to rest with her face 
inches from my erection. I could feel her hot breath on 
him. "It's my turn and I have this rather large member 
to worship."

With that she enveloped said member, curling my toes. 
The little scamp twirled her tongue around him and then 
lifted her arm giving me a stunning view of her hairy 
pit. I started ruffing that fur and fucking her face. 
She cradled my balls in the palm of her other hand and 
moaned as if she had found out how much juice was in 
there and wanted it, wanted it all.

She ventured further with that hand and I felt a finger 
probing my anus and then slipping in and fucking my ass. 
The feeling was unbelievable. It put me into high gear. 
I gave up my pit stroking and began to caress that 
sucking face which was giving me so much pleasure. "It's 
almost there baby. Are you ready for me to shoot?" Her 
answer was a low moan that vibrated on my cock, "Here it 
is, baby. Here's your hot cream. Oh god, Cherry, eat it, 
eat your sweet... loaaaad."

It was one of the biggest ejaculations I had ever 
experienced, spurt after glorious spurt, but Cherry 
stayed with it, gulping down that awesome load. I 
watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked and the 
convulsions of her throat as she drank my juice, 
"Swallow it all. Shit, this is fantastic." I pulled her 
up and we kissed deeply. Her cummy lips were unreal as 
her mouth attacked mine sharing some of the sticky cream 
on her lips.

Her face had a pixyish look, "That was so good. I've 
dreamed about this, but that was so much better. I loved 
sucking you and when you came...I almost passed out with 
excitement. Jared Jackson is filling my mouth with his 
hot love juice. I was so close to cumming just 
swallowing all that jizm, there was so much. Do you 
always cum that big?"

"No that was the biggest load I've ever delivered." I 
kissed her again, "All because of you...and those hairy 
parts." I started sliding down her body as she had done 
to me, until I was lying with my face inches from her 
hirsute quim. "I don't believe in leaving women 
hanging." I pushed my face into her grotto and began to 
lick and suck her.

Her pussy was overflowing with juice. It was kind of 
tangy, not like before. Then a light bulb went on...a 
lot of that liquid was me. What the hell I went after it 
with even more gusto and soon had Cherry moaning and 
moving her hips. "You beautiful man, I'm gonna cum for 
the third time." I moved in on her clit giving it my 
triple tonguing technique I had learned when I took 
trumpet.

Cherry was in a herky-jerky motion as her orgasm 
approached and then she was exploding, 
"Never...ever...cum like this...eat me you brute. 
Swallow all my scum."

I was trying my best, staying with her galloping hips 
and swallowing spurt after spurt of her sweet honey. We 
fell asleep in each other's arms. When I awoke at three 
she was gone. She had no clothes here in my room and we 
had an eight o'clock interview. It made sense, still I 
missed her already. I caught a few more hours of sleep 
and then got up to shower and dress. There was a note on 
the dining room table: Fantastic night. Thank you! Pick 
you up at seven.

Sure enough there was a knock on my door at seven. She 
was beautiful again in a bright yellow, low-cut dress. 
She put her palms on my chest, "As much as I want you 
to, don't kiss me." A smile lit up her face, 
"Lipstick...We'll have plenty of time for that...and 
more tonight." She's in promo mode now, "Let me tell you 
about these guys that are going to conduct the 
interview."

The day went well. Everyone seemed to love the song and 
I felt I handled myself well. Cherry was effusive in 
praise, "How do you say it in America... you knocked it 
out of the park."

The rest of the week went too fast. There were two or 
three appearances each day and several nights were taken 
up with performances and television shows. We still 
managed to find times to be together in private and when 
we did we devoured each other. Cherry was very fond of 
my semen and that's why always one of my daily orgasms 
was in her mouth with her swallowing my load. 

She particularly liked to kneel in front of my full 
length mirror and when she worked me to ejaculation, she 
would stick out her tongue and watch my chunky white 
sperm shoot out of the end of my cock and cover her 
tongue. She would then pull it into her mouth and look 
up at me with that loving face and drink my juice.

My last day in Italy, we pledged our love for each other 
and promised to keep in touch. The parting at the 
airport was tearful and Cherry clung to me openly 
sobbing, but I had to disengage her arms and walk away 
or miss my flight. 

We exchanged letters for a while and I tried to call her 
once, but they couldn't locate her. A year after 
leaving, I got a letter that was dry and direct. The key 
point was that she had gotten married and though she 
would miss me, she owed her allegiance to her husband 
and new daughter. 

I floundered for a while, but I felt good about the 
future. Little did I know how bright it would be?

To be continued?

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