A Virgin For Orality
"It's certainly difficult to know where to start. I don't really know when it all started, but I do know that for the longest time I had this really strange feeling about cocks. I'd never been fucked, but I had this feeling for pricks-I can't quite explain it. There was something I wanted to do with them or to them-a feeling that I couldn't understand.
"The psychiatrist finally helped me understand what it was I wanted. He showed me that this disturbing emotion over cocks was really a desire for sucking-seems cocksucking was to be my bag. Since that therapy session I've sucked a hell of a lot of pricks, but I want to do so much more ... so much more.
But that's getting a little ahead in my story. That's the problem I'm faced with now. It isn't the one that I used to have. That's what I want to tell you about, the problem that I used to have. I had a lot of trouble trying to figure out what was going on with me, because I kept having these crazy dreams.
"Maybe I'd better start off by telling you a little about myself. I'm twenty-three, and I'm a hosiery clerk in a local department store. I don't make much money, but it's a decent enough income, and it keeps me in a decent place to stay and food in my mouth and all that sort of thing.
"The trouble all started a year or so ago when this really sexy guy started working in the department right next to mine. Well, let me say this much. I didn't know for a long while that there was any connection between him starting to work near me and the time the dreams started. It was the psychiatrist who finally managed to point that out to me.
"Anyway, right about then I started having these crazy dreams. Actually they started off very simple, and then got crazier and crazier as time went on. I guess the first one came about right after this guy who worked in the shoe department talked to me for the first time. It was a very simple thing, really, and it was only about a store matter.
"But later that night, when I should have been resting in a deep sleep, I started having this weird dream about a big rubber. You know the kind I mean-one of those that guys wear on their pricks to keep their come from seeping up into the girl's cunt.
"Well, this dream was like a nightmare for me, 'cause I'd never thought about anything like that before. I mean, I'd had dates and that sort of thing where boys tried to get into my pants, and work their fingers up under my panties and tried to sink them into my cunt.
"And just about all of them would handle my tits like they were melons at the market. I was used to that and I knew how to put them off when they came too close to their target. I used to take one look at their crotches and see their big long pricks sticking up, pushing their pants out about a mile. I often wondered about those cocks, and how they would feel stuffed inside my twat. But I knew that was bad. My mamma told me so. And yet, I still couldn't help wondering about those cocks....
"Anyway, this guy Paul started selling shoes in the department next to mine, and I guess one of the first things I noticed about him was his cock. Well, I didn't actually see his cock, of course, but I did see the bulge down in his crotch, and I just knew that he must have a cock and set of balls to remember!
"He wore those tight pants, you know, and there was such a nice rounded bulge down there at his crotch that I was reminded of those old cigarette commercials that talked about 'round and firm and fully packed.' I wondered what it would be like to take a big handful of that bulge and....
"Well, I knew I wasn't supposed to think about things like that. My mamma told me the kinds of things that nice girls thought about, and the kinds of things that they did. I wanted to be a nice girl, God knows.
"But that night I had the first of those strange dreams. I dreamed I worked in a supermarket, and it was my job to go around to all the hot dog packages and test them to see if they were still fresh. I was supposed to take the package in my hand and feel each individual hot dog, rubbing it up and down and handling it carefully to see if it was still good and fresh.
"I don't know why, but in the dream I started handling the packages and my hands started to get covered with something white. And after awhile it looked like I had been dipping my hand in a pot of milk or something like that. Anyway, everybody saw my hand and this white stuff that covered it and they started to laugh at me and snicker.
"Needless to say I was very embarrassed, and for the rest of the day I tried to pretend that I was doing something else. I mean, I knew I had to do my job there at the counter where the hot dogs were kept, but it seemed like I was pretending that I was doing something else.
"Well, for some time after that I found myself very much aware of this guy Paul. And for some time after that I had that dream about the rubber again and again. In the dream I found myself walking along in the desert, and I was very thirsty. I looked all over the place trying to find something to drink but I didn't see anything.
"And then, almost out of nowhere came this big tree that had these long flimsy things hanging down from it. As I got closer I could see that they were those rubbers, and there was something juicy inside. My thirst started to get the best of me and I wanted something to drink ... anything!
"Well I tore one of those rubbers down and wanted to drink the juice inside, but then a strange thing happened. The closer I got to the juice the more it seemed like it was away from me. I grabbed out at it with my hands, trying to get a good cupful, but it just sort of flowed away. I couldn't drink it no matter how much I wanted to!
"These kinds of dreams kept up more and more, and the friendlier I got with Paul the more savage the dreams became. Like I said before, I was aware of the bulge down in his crotch right from the first. I knew what a cock was like, and I also knew quite well all the things that could be done with one. I mean, it wasn't like I had had that much experience 'cause I hadn't, God knows. But I had heard the other girls talking, so I knew what it felt like to be fucked, and I knew how the girls sucked their boyfriends' cocks for them, and sometimes even let them stick it up their asses.
"Oh, yes, I knew all the things a cock could do, and sometimes I wondered. I wondered about things like that, sucking, and whether it was really possible to tolerate the taste. But I was sure I wouldn't want to do anything like that. I just knew that I wouldn't.
"And then I had another one of those dreams. During my break that day I had gone up to the employees' cafeteria, and I saw this girl who worked in the cosmetic department sharing her break with Paul. Paul was drinking a vanilla milkshake, and from time to time he slid the glass over to the girl and she sucked on the straw for a while.
"Of course I found out from the psychiatrist later on about how things that go on during the day can cause dreams at night. But I didn't know it then, and that night when I had that crazy dream I was sure I was going out of my mind!
"The dream started in my bedroom of all places, and there I was, in my dream, lying in bed and reading. Just then there was a knock at the door and when I said, 'Come in,' there stood Paul. He was as handsome and sexy as ever, although his clothes were torn and ragged, as if someone had been trying to tear them off his body.
"'Help me, Cheryl, help me,' Paul pleaded. He looked really desperate, although I didn't really know what to do other than to cover my nakedness. I felt a little embarrassed at having a man in my room like this, and that was really the only thing I could think about.
"Just then there was a loud crash and the door burst open. There stood the girl from the cosmetic department, and she was furious. She kept yelling at me to get my own meat, whatever that meant, and she kept trying to come at me with her fists, but Paul held her tight.
"But he was so mad that she broke away from him and started fighting with me. I tried to protect myself, but somehow I felt as if I deserved the things she was saying and doing to me, so I just let myself get beat up by this girl. Finally she overturned the bed and I lay sprawled out on the floor in the middle of the blanket and sheets.
"She started to come at me again but just then Paul called out. We both looked in his direction and he was pointing toward the bedroom door. There, from underneath the door, was coming this thick white creamy foam. I had never seen anything like it in my whole life, and I stared at it as if hypnotized.
"Both Paul and the girl were horrified, and they tried to get the door open but it seemed like it was locked. They pulled and beat on the door but it was no use. The foamy cream stuff continued to billow in under the door as if shot in by some high-powered hose.
"Then, in a few minutes the foam was up to about a foot or so high, and it seemed like it was still coming. The girl was yelling and screaming, and saying that it was going to cover us up. 'We're going to drown in it,' she yelled. And suddenly it seemed to me that that might be a very pleasant prospect.
"Suddenly I noticed that the room had begun to smell salty, and for a moment I thought that maybe we might be out on the ocean somewhere. Then I dipped my hand into the cream and I tasted it. I knew then why I was smelling the salt air.
"This creamy stuff tasted salty. It had a fishy, salty taste all to itself, and I must admit that I found it somewhat tantalizing. But the others, Paul and the girl, weren't getting along so well. It seemed like they were drowning in it, and I saw them both go under for the third time. Then, the last thing I remember from that dream was me sitting in my bedroom, surrounded by this sea of white creamy stuff, and dreamily lapping it up like some contented but lost kitten.
"And that wasn't the worst of it. I guess the most upsetting one, the one that finally made me see the psychiatrist, was the one I had the night after Paul drove me home from work. All the way home I was very much aware of him, to say the least. He had a convertible and the top was down, so the moonlight was shining right down onto us.
"Out of the corner of my eye I found myself watching his crotch very carefully. He didn't have a hard-on or anything, but I still could see the outline of his fat cock pressed against the fabric of his pants down at his crotch. And right next to that outline of his sausage was a big bulge that I knew was his balls.
"I knew that those balls were the storehouse of all his come, and usually the bigger the balls were the more come there was to be had. That is, for those who wanted things like that.
"And then, after we arrived at my apartment we sat in the car for a little while and talked ... just about working at the store. Then Paul looked at his watch and said that he had to go, so he left and I went on in and got ready for bed.
"It was funny, but the whole while I was getting ready for bed I was thinking to myself that Paul was probably very selfish. He probably kept everything of his to himself, including his cock. I wondered if he had let any girl do anything to him. Anything like sucking.
"So it was with those kinds of thoughts that I drifted off to sleep. And then, I had that really savage dream. I dreamed I was a princess in a feudal castle, and I was gazing out my window one day when Sir Paul, the knight, rode by on his horse.
"Suddenly I found myself consumed by hunger, and I ordered the palace guards to capture Sir Paul and prepare him for roasting. Naturally the kitchen was loaded with food, but I guess things like that don't matter in dreams. It always seems like they're trying to tell you something in the most roundabout way.
"Anyway, the guards captured Sir Paul and took him into the big kitchen to be roasted. Normally I would have stayed in the dining room and waited for the help to bring the food to the table, but this time I wanted to go into the kitchen and see the prize being prepared.
"I went into the kitchen and saw them strip Sir Paul. Piece by piece his garments were torn away, until finally he stood there in front of us, naked and in all his glory. His body was magnificently tanned, and it was hard and muscled in all the right places, without looking ungainly. And there was just the right amount of hair covering his chest, and dipping down below his stomach to the region of his cock.
"And his cock, how magnificent it was. I knew as I looked at it that it was certainly going to be the juiciest and most tender piece of this roast. The cock and those plump balls that hung heavily down below that cock. I'd savor those morsels for quite some time.
"Then they took Sir Paul over to the roasting pit and shoved a long skewer up his ass. They shoved and shoved until finally it came out his mouth, and then they took the two ends that were protruding from his body and hooked them on the rack.
"For some reason this didn't hurt Paul, and he just lay quietly while the fire licked up around his body, roasting it and turning it a golden brown. I kept my eyes on his cock and balls the whole time he was roasting, and I liked the way his cock would plop around when they rotated his body on the skewer.
"Finally he was done, and the kitchen help removed the skewer from the rack. Then they pulled the skewer out of his ass and placed Paul on a large silver serving tray, surrounding him with watercress and candied crabapples. He certainly looked like a feast fit for a princess.
"But I was only interested in one part of him. I licked my lips and grabbed the nearest carving knife. Then I rushed forward and pushed all of the help out of the way. Paul gazed up at me, helpless and roasted, as I swooped down with the knife and cut one of his balls off.
"I severed it neatly and gobbled it down, chewing furiously and savoring the taste of the cream-filled ball. Then I did the same thing to the other one, cutting it right off and chewing it up like a chicken gizzard. And was it ever good!
"And then came the piece de resistance, his luscious cock. I swished the knife quickly and severed that prick right at its base. Then I held that cock up over my head and gradually lowered it into my mouth, chewing and nibbling on it like a child eating a forkful of spaghetti.
"I nibbled and chewed until finally it was all gone, and I looked around for more of the same but there wasn't any. After all, Paul only had but one cock and one set of balls. But then, I reasoned, cocks and balls were typical male equipment, and there were other men in the kitchen.
"So, grabbing up the knife I began to chase them around and around the table where Paul lay roasted and without his sex organs. I chased them around and around, swishing out from time to time at this crotch or the next trying to cut off a cock or a ball. It was at that point that I woke up screaming.
"The next day I took off from work and went to see a psychiatrist who had been recommended to me by a friend. The psychiatrist was very pleasant, and after a little time I was able to relax completely and pour out everything that had been going on inside my head.
"Then, when I had finished, the psychiatrist explained that the usual procedure was to allow me to talk as much as I wanted to, and then after a period of years I would begin to see by myself exactly what my trouble was. And, he admitted, that it would take a long time and cost a lot.
"But in my particular case, he said, he thought it necessary if I knew right straight out that I was a compulsive but thwarted cocksucker. And even though I was shocked and professed to be innocent of his charge, he smiled and held up his hand knowingly. Then he went on to explain how my dreams had revealed my innermost desires. And the more he explained, and the more I remembered my feelings about Paul, the more I began to believe him.
"He managed to pinpoint my awareness of Paul as the triggering point for my dreams. Paul, it seemed, caused this flare-up in my subconscious of what I had been hiding from myself all these years, that I wanted desperately to suck cock and drink that hot come.
"Paul's presence and my eyeing his crotch and that bulge there started a war with my conscious mind, which didn't want to recognize my cocksucking desires, and my unconscious mind, which knew all about them. From that point to the present my mind was like a battlefield, with two opposing armies fighting it out.
"My dreams took me through a step-by-step progression, and the one where I was in a supermarket feeling the hot dogs reflected the desire I had had the previous day to reach out and grasp that bulge in Paul's pants. Of course since this was one of the earliest dreams, my defenses still hadn't broken enough to allow me to admit what I wanted. That's why the dream had me working in the supermarket, and I could excuse my actions because it was my job. But the fact that I was embarrassed because people laughed at me showed that I was inwardly ashamed of my desires.
"The recurring dream about the rubber on the desert was another kind of excuse just like the job. On the desert I was very thirsty and in need of something to drink. Since the come in the rubber was the only liquid there, I couldn't help but drink it.
But once again, my inability to admit how much I wanted it in effect kept the rubber and the come moving out of my grasp.
"By then I'd gotten more friendly with Paul, and when I saw him with that girl in the cafeteria a plain old streak of jealousy and envy flared up. I suspected that maybe she was one of those girls who really knew how to swing and sex it up. The dream where they were both in my room and she was beating on me showed how much I resented my inhibitions and my inexperience, and how much I secretly envied a girl like her.
"But I was still convinced that my training and the things my mamma had told me were right, and consequently I played God and let the girl's own wickedness punish her by drowning her in Paul's come-the same come that I wanted so much and was now, at least in my dream, starting to taste and enjoy.
"But when Paul drove me home that night I wanted desperately to make a move that would get us together, and maybe put me in a position where I might end up sucking his cock, for real. I wanted him to ask me out, or make a pass, or something. But he didn't. He just drove off and left me there. I decided then that he was saving his cock for someone, or something. And in my dream that night I did something about it.
"In my dream I maintained my position as the good girl who'd been brought up right by playing the role of a princess in a stone fortress. I had the power to order people around and make my guards trap Paul and prepare him for my wants.
"When I cut off his balls and his cock and ate them, it was the final symbol in the dreams telling me just how desperate I was to have Paul's organ in my mouth. And because this didn't hurt him in the dream and because he didn't cry out when I carved off his cock, the psychiatrist felt that inwardly I suspected that maybe Paul liked me after all and would really want me to suck his cock and nibble his balls and drink down his creamy come.
In any event, I believed what he said. From that point on it was up to me to either accept my feelings, or let them be the source of endless frustrations for me. There was nothing wrong with sucking cock, the psychiatrist explained. But there was something wrong in trying to avoid such an intense psychological desire as the one I had. It was entirely up to me.
"Well, I went home and did a lot of thinking about it. And the next day I went to work wearing my best dress, with my hair fixed the nicest I'd ever worn it. I made sure Paul saw me soon enough and as soon as he started paying attention to me I started in making a play for him.
"He asked me out that very night, and after our date I asked him up to my apartment, supposedly for a drink. But if I was lucky it would be me who did the drinking while he did the pouring!
"My heart pounded madly in my chest as I realized what I was doing. I was going against everything I'd ever been taught, and yet this was exactly what I wanted to do. Paul and I sat on the sofa holding our drinks, and like a brazen hussy I moved closer to him, letting my knee brush against his.
"Well, Paul was man enough to get the message, and he lost no time in taking me in his arms and crushing his mouth down on mine. I felt the hard, wet pressure of his tongue trying to force its way between my lips, and I opened them obligingly and let his tongue begin to whip around mine.
"With his free hand he reached down and cupped one of my boobs, squeezing it almost enough to hurt, but not quite. I felt his finger begin to flick lazily back and forth across my nipple and my nipple responded by sticking out against the fabric of my blouse.
"My heart was beating in my throat, mingling around with Paul's tongue, and finally I got up enough nerve to reach down and place my hot little hand on his crotch. And what I felt there almost made me jerk my hand away. His cock was sticking up straight and hard, and the sheer heat of it went right through his dress Levi's and into my hand.
"Paul moaned as soon as I touched his cock, and now that the door had opened I decided I would go right on in. I unzipped his pants and groped around in there trying to get a hold on his cock. Suddenly I felt it in the folds of his shorts. It was hard and hot and it reminded me a little of an animal hibernating for the winter.
"With a minimum of difficulty I got that prick out into the open and started to caress it with my fingertips. I brushed up and down its hard length and cupped the swollen bulb-like cock head in my hand. It felt a little mushy, and I wondered just what it would feel like in my mouth with my tongue running around it.
"Then Paul reached over and switched off the lamp. The two of us were sitting there in the dark then, and Paul began to undress me. God! Waves of heat were coursing through my body. I had been pawed before, like I told you, but this was something different. This was something I wanted to do, and all I could think of was that hot, hard spear I was holding in my hand. It didn't matter what he was going to do to me. I just wanted to suck his cock!
"What a relief to finally admit it. I felt like screaming it out to the world. I wanted to run to the window and shout it from the rooftops. 'I want to suck cock!' I wanted to scream.
"But running to the window wouldn't do any good. I had a hot cock right there in my hand, and if I wanted to really suck it I would only have to whisper my desire to Paul.
"By then he had both of us naked, and he pressed his hairy chest against my boobs and started to grind around a little, letting my nipples dig into his chest. And with my other hand I reached under his cock and took hold of those balls.
"Christ! Was this guy ever hung! I knew right then and there I wouldn't be able to take both of them in my mouth at the same time. I would have to suck on one at a time and be happy with that.
"Then Paul started to nuzzle my tits and flick his tongue back and forth across my nipples. Every now and then he opened wide and sucked in a good chunk of boob, and that really got the juices to working inside me. I can't remember ever having a boy excite me as much as this one was doing, and I knew I'd have no trouble coming. I even wondered if I could come just from holding onto that cock of his.
"But I had to have more. I had to make the move once and for all that would free me from the kinds of torment I had had in the past. Right now I would have to make the move.
"'Paul,' I whispered. My heart pounded so wildly in my throat that I thought I would choke before I could get my desperate request out.
"'Paul,' I tried again, 'can I ... can I ... suck your cock? "He stopped sucking my tit and sat up just as if somebody had jammed a dildo up his ass. Even there in the dark our faces were close enough that I could see the surprise written all over his face. I wondered for a moment if I had gone too far. Was I going to miss out on my chance to satisfy this crazy burning that I had inside me?
"But then he broke out into the widest grin I had ever seen on a guy. And as soon as I saw that I knew that not only was I going to get what I wanted, but maybe I was going to end up with him in the palm of my hand.
"'You ... you mean you want to...? ' He stammered as if he couldn't make up his mind what to say next.
"'I can't believe it! Why I thought ... well, I thought that I was going to have a bitch of a time just getting in your pants, and here you want to ... you actually asked to suck my prick!'
"Well, to tell you the truth I couldn't figure out why he was so surprised. Was it possible that he knew about my hang up and was just shocked that I had finally managed to speak my mind? I couldn't believe that. I hadn't let on to anyone about my compulsive urge to suck cock except to the psychiatrist. I hadn't even told my friend who recommended him about why I wanted to go. But then the mystery was solved when Paul took me in his arms and explained.
"'I'm sorry, Cheryl, it's just that ... well, I've been after your cunt for so long-ever since I first saw you as a matter-of-fact. And it's just that you didn't seem to pay any attention to me. I mean, maybe you were just being shy or something, but it sure seemed like you were awfully indifferent. And then when I drove you home that time, I thought that maybe you'd ask me up and I'd see if you were interested or not. But you didn't and, well, I figured that maybe you just didn't like sex."
"'But yet,' I said, 'you just admitted that you wanted to fuck me."
"'Well sure. I mean, after all, if a guy's normal he's just got to try to fuck everything. I figured that I'd get you drunk or something and then shove it to you, hose you down and pull out before you even knew what hit you. But when you come right out and ask to do a guy a favor like that ... wow! It just bowled me over!'
"I was so happy at that moment that I thought I would break down and cry all over Paul's naked body. I felt like I did years ago when I finally came of age and got my driver's license. It was a sense of fulfillment and satisfaction that would be only comparable to finally getting the kind of sex that I had been aching for so many years.
"Then Paul settled back on the sofa, working his crotch area out to the very edge. Rubbing his hands up and down his thighs he said to me: "'Okay doll, come and get it! Chow down on this meat and potatoes and eat your fill!'
"I took a deep breath and sat down on the floor between his legs. I rested my head against one muscular thigh, and began to stroke the other one with my hand. I was finally having a contact with a boy's sex that I was really looking forward to, and I didn't aim to spoil it by rushing and making a wrong move.
"Paul put his arms up behind his head and rested his head against them while he spread his legs even wider and gave me plenty of room to go to work, which I did.
"I slowly edged my head up his thigh until I was face to face with his crotch. Already I could smell his male scent, and it wasn't unpleasant at all. As a matter-of-fact, it started to make things happen inside my tits and my cunt that had never happened before. I had come before, naturally, but mainly from rubbing my clit. This time it was a real live boy and his cock that was making the juices start inside me.
"Knowing then that it was one of the most important actions of my life, I slowly moved my head toward that cock. Even without my touching it very much it had grown to what seemed like giant proportions. It stuck out from Paul's flat abdomen about eight or nine inches, and I began to wonder just how much of that shaft I'd be able to take in my mouth.
"Right at the tip of it was a big ball-like thing that was his cock head. It looked hard but actually it was very soft and mushy to my touch. There was a little opening right at the end, and I could see a little pearly glob of his cream lingering there. I guess the juices were working inside him, too.
"The head was separated from the rest of the prick by a thick ridge that ran all the way around it. And behind the cock head the rest of that cock grew back, widening little by little until it disappeared in a forest of short, black hairs.
"The skin of the shaft was drawn tight, and it looked very smooth, except for a couple of veins running here and there. I gripped it with my hand and couldn't help shivering a little from the heat inside it. Then I noticed my whole body start to shiver and I parted my lips and touched the tip of the dick head with my tongue.
"Although I hadn't meant to, my tongue lapped up that little glob of cream and instinctively my taste buds began to tingle from the salty, meaty flavor of Paul's seed. In a way it tasted a little like the juice from a pork roast that I had had for dinner recently, and I got the feeling that I would really like the taste of it when I got a whole mouthful!
"Well, I took a little time licking around that bulb-like head, and I could tell that Paul was getting a little restless. Then he told me to stop teasing his cock and give it the real thing.
"I decided I might as well make the plunge and so I dipped down on his dick, letting about eight of its nine inches fill my mouth and throat. And immediately I started to gag and choke and Paul had to slap me on the back a few times to straighten me out.
"Then he told me to take it easy for my first time, and only work on as much as I could comfortably take. So I started in again, this time working my way down his prick very gradually until I had managed to get in about three-quarters of it. This turned out to be more comfortable.
"I would have liked to have seen myself right at that moment. I knew that my eyes were bugging out as wide as could be, and my jaw was stretched so wide that it was beginning to hurt. But what I looked like didn't matter. What I was feeling did.
"Just getting a taste of Paul's cock was doing crazy, wonderful things to me, and I started sliding my mouth up and down that prick to increase the ecstasy that was starting to overtake my body. Then, as I got the hang of letting a lot of spit accumulate in my mouth so that sliding up and down was easy, I started to try to apply some suction.
"I pressed my lips together tightly and started to draw in, just as if I was sucking on a straw. I sucked and sucked, keeping up my sliding motion going the whole time. Then I added something new. I started to wiggle my tongue around so that it whipped back and forth along that hard piece of meat every time I pulled my mouth back and shoved it down again.
"Then I decided that I had gotten the hang of this business, and so I started going faster and faster. And when I did that Paul began to buck up and down on the sofa, and it seemed as if he was shoving his cock back into my mouth every time I pulled back for the next stroke.
"I started going faster and faster, and my head began to swim. I could already feel the wetness coming from my cunt, and the little jolts and jabs of electricity that filled my twat just before a come started. I almost reached down to diddle my clit, but I realized soon enough that now I didn't need to do it anymore. Cocksucking was my bag and that was how I'd get my kicks. And they were long overdue, too!
"I began to suck furiously, unable to cope with the unfamiliar frenzy that was taking over my body. My mouth ran back and forth along the hardness of Paul's hot cock, and I began to dig my fingers into his thighs, gripping him in an effort to know that I was not flying around somewhere up in the clouds.
"And I must have been doing something right because Paul's head was back against the back of the sofa and he was rolling it from side to side, as if he was in some kind of trance. I could feel his cock give a throb every now and then, and whenever it did he sort of jerked forward a little, pushing his prick even deeper down my throat.
"I began to smell his scent more now, probably because he was sweating so much down in his crotch. His cock was wet as all hell, and not from sweat, either. So much of my spit was covering it that the wetness was running down off his cock and into that wiry black hair that surrounded it. Some was even dribbling down onto his hairy balls.
"'Get ready, honey,' Paul breathed heavily, 'it's coming ... I can feel it coming!'
"My heart quickened as I realized what he meant. Soon, very soon now I would be experiencing my first mouthful of cock cream, and I sucked even faster to hurry it up. And the way my cunt was contracting I didn't think I could hold off my come any longer.
"I wanted to cry out from the sheer ecstasy that was coursing through my cunt and up into every muscle and fiber of my body. I wanted to open my mouth and scream, but I didn't want to let loose of that throbbing hot cock. And just as the dam broke inside me and my cunt juices started to run out of my contracting cunt, Paul gave a few quick heaves with his hips and threw his head back hard, crying out wildly as he did so.
"And then I felt a hot stream of salty thickness shoot from his cock and land against the back of my mouth. I opened my eyes wide in a reaction to this spurt and before I could even work my tongue around his cock to taste what was coming out, another great stream shot into my mouth and down my throat with incredible force.
"Jet after jet of the stuff spurted into me and soon I had no trouble getting a good taste. It was wonderful-better than anything I could have imagined. I gripped that cock with both hands and held it steady while it continued to spurt into my mouth. It was jumping now from the force of the throbs and the spurting contractions, and I certainly didn't want to take a chance of it jumping right out of my mouth and shooting out where it wouldn't do any good.
"Finally the deluge was over, and I slid my hand back and forth along Paul's dick a few times to make sure that I had gotten all of that hot milk. I did manage to squeeze out a few more drops, and these I savored with my tongue until they merged with my own spit and were gone.
"I looked up at Paul to see his face, and he took a few deep breaths and sighed. Then he sprawled out even more on the sofa and sort of melted. And on his face was the look of pure contentment. That made me feel even better.
"I had just had the best come in my life, and I had it without the aid of anything being shoved up my cunt, like everybody thinks you need. I got it from a prick, all right, but a prick in the right place. That made all the difference in the world.
"'Honey,' Paul said lazily, 'did anybody ever tell you that you were one hell of a cocksucker?'
"What a joke that was! No, I told him, nobody ever had. I tried my best to keep a straight face.
"'Well I just wonder,' he went on, 'if you fuck as well as you suck."
"Shit! I figured that I might as well lay it right on the line and admit that I'd never tried. And when I did tell him, I could see his jaw just about hit the floor! He sort of stammered a little while, and then managed to ask me if I'd like him to break me in.
"Well, I figured what the hell! If I'm going to meet up with a lot of guys, the question of fucking is going to come up soon enough. Paul might as well be the one to take my cherry. After all, he just did, only in another way.
"So I told him yes, and he lay down on the floor and with little to do in the way of preparation, just rammed his cock into my snatch right up to its hairy hilt! I bit down hard on my-lip as I felt my cherry split open and my pussy get filled with that hunk of beef.
"But I didn't have too much time to think about it, 'cause Paul began pounding my cunt with that cock like it was some kind of jackhammer. In and out he ripped, taking several long minutes and then finally shooting a wad into my twat.
"He got up from me breathing heavy again and looking satisfied, but I can't say that I was. Even considering that it was my first fuck, I still got nothing out of it. It just seemed a big waste when I would have loved to have sucked him off again.
"But I got my wish in a few minutes, when between the two of us we managed to get his dick hard again and I plopped it into my mouth, really working it over now with my lips and my tongue and even my teeth. After a little while I got another load out of him, which I drank down like it was vintage wine. There wasn't much to the load this time, but I figured that after having spurted three times in a row he didn't make it fast enough to keep up with the demand.
"I knew then that I'd have to meet up with a number of boys if I was going to keep my needs satisfied. And through Paul I did meet a lot of guys who worked in the department store. Within a relatively short period of time I had gotten to know the cocks of guys in the sportswear department, the house wares department, ladies' lingerie and the entire bargain basement!
"And just recently I had another dream, although I'm glad to admit that this was an entirely different kind. In the dream I'm working in my department and this great-looking young stud comes in with a bulge at his crotch that sticks out about a mile. He asks if this is the cocksucking department and I tell him that it is, and that we have them long and short, with and without teeth. Then he tells me that he'll take a dozen of each, and I ask him if it will be charge or cash!"