Chapter 2
(EDITOR'S NOTE: The previous chapter depicted places, persons, and events which took place prior to the time when Donna Valento started her diary. This information was supplied by Ms. Valento to one of our staff writers. Her memoirs begin precisely at the point in the narrative where the first chapter ends.)
At least he was hard.
Sometimes it seems that no well, not many men over the age of thirty can get it up without a lot of trouble.
Not that I can't get it up for them, sooner or later. Not with what I know.
But Stan wasn't having any of that kind of trouble.
His pants and shorts were down at his knees. His feet were spread apart, so that his clothes were caught in place at his knees.
He had wide hips, thick thighs. He was heavily-haired, like a brown bear.
He had a dark bristly bush. His left ball was bigger than his right. Both balls were swollen and tight and red.
Jutting out over them was his cock.
He was circumcised-I was glad of that-and he measured about seven inches from the tip to the base.
His thing was thick and fat and purple red, with snaky blue veins.
A thick smell of man-sweat came drifting up from his crotch.
"Oh, that's beautiful," I lied. "My God, look at that!"
I stood on my knees with my face level with his crotch. His thick fat thing was horizontal at his waist and its head dangled in my face.
"It's all for you, Donna."
Gee, thanks a lot....
He took hold of himself and squeezed. The head flared red and widened.
"Kiss it, Donna. Give it a great big kiss."
I held his hips. His flesh was warm, slick with sweat, oily. He pressed his penis against my face. .It was hot.
I closed my eyes and nuzzled his cock, rubbing my face against it.
He rubbed its head against my closed eyes, nose, cheeks, chin.
"I want to suck it, Stan. I want my mouth fucked with it!"
I spoke clearly and distinctly, so the tape recorder would get it all, every word.
"Let me kiss your great big beautiful cock, Stan!"
Men! You'd think that even the most naive of them would suspect something was phony about a girl who kept telling them how great they are.
But they don't. They all think they're the greatest in bed.
Stan was no exception. He pressed his thing to my mouth so I could kiss it.
I covered it with hot sucking kisses that made it burn much hotter.
"Ummm, so big ... I have to lick it!"
"Yes, Donna, lick it, oh, that's fine, ooh, that's good!"
I licked the head like a lollipop. I dipped the tongue tip into the tiny little slit in the cock head, and drove him wild.
My lipstick smeared all around my mouth, and saliva got on my face.
Stan lifted his cock and held it upright while I licked its shaft.
I licked down to the base and kept on going, licking his balls, too.
"Christ!"
I stopped what I was doing and looked up. I asked innocently, "What's the matter, Stan? Don't you like me to lick your great big balls?"
"Baby, I love it, but you got to do it slower, I can't take too much of something that feels that damned good!"
"I'll lick them more lightly and slower, okay, Stan?"
"Sure, doll, sure!"
I licked his balls with just the very tip of my tongue, tickling him. He grunted and groaned and gasped while I did him.
Saliva was smeared all over my face now. My make-up must be a wreck!
I kissed and licked my way back up the shaft, to its fat knobbed head.
"Don't be cruel, Stan!"
"What?! "
"Don't tease me. You know I want to take that big fat thing in my mouth, all the way, as deep as I can, so please, give it to me!"
He leered, "You are a hot little bitch, aren't you?! "
"Yes, I'm a slut, and I need to have my mouth fucked!"
"Well then here you are, you hot-assed little honey!"
"Oh, Stan-"
I couldn't say any more because he stuffed his cock head between my lips.
He wanted to go deeper, and pushed. He shoved his thing way into the back of my throat, like he was drilling for oil.
His thing was fat and stretched the corners of my mouth. When the veins of it throbbed, my whole head seemed to shake.
It pressed my tongue down flat, squashing it, but I moved it some, and rubbed his penis with it, and sucked at his rod.
He pressed his palms against my cheeks-they were sweaty and held my head.
He rocked back and forth, pumping his penis in my mouth.
When he pulled back, I sucked and slurped just on his cock head, working on it like it was a ball of hard candy.
Drool spilled down the sides of my mouth and wet my chin.
I moved my head, responding to the way he was fucking my mouth.
When he shoved his hips forward, thrusting in, I pushed my head forward to meet him. My mouth slid down his member, engulfing it.
When he pulled back, I pulled my head away from his, watching the thick red pole of his erection emerge from inside my mouth.
As he got hotter he pumped more vigorously, not caring if he choked me or not.
I can take it pretty deep, but sometimes, when the cock head plugged my throat, I came close to gagging.
I wasn't worried about him being upset at not being able to fuck my pussy, though-I knew that for him, like for many men, he preferred being sucked off to fucking a pussy-having the girl go down makes it a real power trip.
Before this trip was done, we'd see who had the power.
"Ungh! Oooh! Christ, you've got a hot mouth!" he groaned.
After fucking my "hot mouth" some more, he was close to coming.
I could tell, from the way he gasped, and from the twitching of his cock on my tongue, that his orgasm was just about due.
"You'll swallow it, all of it!" he huffed and puffed.
"Ummmmm-hmmmmmmm!"
That was all I could say with my mouth stuffed full as it was. The humming vibrations nearly were enough to trigger his orgasm.
He pumped some more, thrusting so violently that fat drops of saliva spurted from the stretched corners of my mouth.
My jaws and' tongue were starting to ache, but his time was now.
He shoved his hips forward and plunged his stiff penis deep into my mouth.
The fat head of it plugged my open throat. This time, he didn't pull back for another thrust, but kept his thing in my mouth.
He started to shake all over.
I molded my mouth around the cock and sucked hard, squeezing it.
His thing trembled in my mouth. He cried out loud as he came.
His shivering penis shot a fat wad of come down my throat.
The first mass of semen splashed the back of my throat. I gulped hard, and kept on swallowing as more of the stuff streamed out.
I closed my eyes and kept my gullet working and kept swallowing. With the cock head in my throat, I didn't have to taste the come.
His thing was shoved deep, so deep that my lips ringed the base of his shaft, and my nose was tickled by his pubic bush.
He held my head in place, probably fearing I would pull back and not really swallow his come, and taking no chance of that happening to him.
He kept on shaking and groaning and his come kept on spurting.
The stream of semen faded, and the tension in his body ebbed.
He gave a sobbing gasp, huffing and puffing, now weak from his orgasm.
His thing still filled my mouth. It twitched, each twitch sending a surge through the cock and squeezing more come from the member.
He kept his thing in my mouth and throat long after he stopped coming.
I glanced up at him. His face was red. It was shiny with dripping sweat. Even as I looked up, a fat bead fell on me.
His cock continued to shake and tremble in my mouth. His mouth was wide open to suck in wheezing whistling breaths of air.
His eyes were squeezed shut, and before he could open them to see my coldly studying him, I cast my gaze demurely downward.
Its not easy to look demure with a cock filling your mouth but it can be done.
"Lord!"
He patted my hair and face, his hands clammy and shaking.
"That sure was something special! You've got a mouth in a million, baby!
He pulled out of my mouth.
His thing was still stiff, but not rock-rigid like it was before he came.
It throbbed as it glided over my tongue and out of my lips.
The cock head popped out of my lips. He caught hold of himself. A fat pearly drop of come oozed from his cock head and clung there.
I licked my lips and smacked them. "I taste you in my mouth, Stan . ... "
"Yeah, doll? How do I taste."
"Good, real good."
"You're good, kid. Where'd you learn to give head like that?"
"Just comes naturally to me ... ooh, you've got a big drop of come on your cock! Hold still and let me lick it off!"
I stuck my tongue way out and scooped up the come drop with the tip, then swallowed it down, while he chuckled and leered.
"Can't get enough of it, can you?"
"Not enough of that thing you've got between your legs, Stan."
"I've got plenty more of it, for you."
"I can see that ... when I'm done having my period, which may even be tomorrow, I've got plenty more for you, Stan."
"I bet."
"You've only had one part of me, Stan, my mouth. But wait until you've had the rest of me, all of me ... all of my hot, wet, juicy pussy!"
"Keep talking like that, and I'll get hard all over again!"
"That's okay I'm still on my knees!"
"You sure are something," he said.
Then he put his cock back in my mouth and there was no more talking for a while.
After I had sucked him off for the second time, we called it a day.
The second time, he was able to go much longer than the first, and my jaws and tongue really got sore and aching from the workout.
I went home after that. All that business about having to stay late for work was just so much nonsense, part of the come-on.
After he had gotten not one but two suck jobs from me, he was too tired and played out to work another minute.
Before I went out, when I was dressed and ready to go, he played with my tits and grabbed my ass through my clothes.
He kissed me on the back of the neck but not the mouth.
He wasn't the type to kiss the mouth of a girl who's just sucked him off.
All tidied up, I rode the elevator down to the lobby.
Alone in the elevator car, I opened my pocketbook and checked the tape recorder. I had gotten one of those 90-minute blank tapes.
I still had fifteen minutes or so of taping time left, but what I already had recorded on tape would prove more than enough for my purposes.
"Suck it, come on, ooh, yeah, yeah, that's good, so good, so gooooooood!, so keep on sucking it, work it, work that tongue, oh, yeah!"
Tony said, "That sure is some nice dialogue!"
"Isn't it?". I laughed.
As the tape recorder played back the cassette, Stan's voice could be heard on the sound track, coming through the speaker loud and clear.
The tape was at a point during the session when he had done all the talking.
I had been unable to talk at that moment-my mouth was full.
With his member.
On the recording, he could be heard urging me in intimate detail to suck him off, and keep on sucking him.
It was later that night and I was home in my little Village apartment.
It's a studio apartment with a tiny attached bathroom and a miniature kitchenette. The rent I pay on such a small place is staggering.
But in this town, housing is so scarce and so in demand, that you can't even rent a closet without paying an arm and a leg.
The place was fixed up as nicely as my small salary allowed. The pretty drapes on the windows covered the bars over them.
Those bars were there, not to keep me in, but to keep the animals out. That's New York the city where the people live in cages and the animals run free.
In the studio was a comfortable couch which folded out into a bed. There were two armchairs, a table with a lamp, some other odds and ends.
Art posters from museum exhibitions papered the walls, covering some of the cracks. The place needed painting, but then it needed lots of other things, too.
Small and sparsely furnished as it was, it was now equipped with the one most important item to be found in apartment or home:
A handsome young stud of a lover.
That was Tony.
Tony is a neighbor who lives in the same building, on the next floor up. If you think that my place is small, you should see his!
He's in his late twenties, and very good-looking indeed. He looks like a male model, a job which he's done from time to time.
He's six feet tall, athletic but not muscle-bound. He has brown hair, short and neat, and a chiseled, finely formed face.
He has green eyes and a sensuous mouth and a fine body.
He's an out of work actor. "Out of work actor" the phrase seems redundant, because just about every actor I know is usually out of work.
"Actor" and "out of work" are so synonymous, that they seem to go together like a hand in a glove.
Still, if all the out of work actresses and actors in this town actually got roles and parts, why, there would hardly be a waitress or waiter left!
Tony is poor, and if it wasn't for money from home, he sure wouldn't be able to live in this building.
But I like him. He's easy on the eyes, bright, mellow. He wants nothing from me but my body, which I'm more than happy to give him.
It was about ten o'clock that night, and I was in for the evening.
I had taken off my working clothes, showered, and put on a robe and slippers.
The robe was made of tight, clinging black silk decorated with rainbow colored butterflies, and was similar to a short kimono.
It was long-sleeved, and belted closed at the waist with a knotted sash. It had a plunging neckline and its hem reached the middle of my thighs.
I was naked under it.
After my shower, when I had finished toweling myself, my skin was still damp, and the moisture made the robe cling skin-tight to me.
My nipples were outlined against the front of the robe, and the inside curves of my breasts could be seen.
I wore a pair of flat slippers which were like ballet slippers.
Tony sat on the couch. He wore a black pullover sweater and a pair of faded designer jeans which hugged his lower body.
It was a body well worth hugging.
His crotch bulged out the front of the denims, while in behind, they hugged his buns and made them stand out.
His shoes were off and his feet were bare. He sat sipping the tea which I had just made, sat back and listened to the tape.
Listened to Stan saying, "Oh, Jesus, when you lick me like that, I go wild!"
I sat down on the couch beside Tony. I folded one leg and tucked it under me. The tea warmed my mouth and tingled in it..
I put my hand on his crotch and pressed it. "I just wanted to see if all this hot stuff was getting to you," I explained. "It is now," he said.
His penis was limp and thick. My fingers felt it out through folds of fabric in the denims, and it jerked with animation.
I stroked him some more, tracing out the outline of his member, an outline which steadily grew as his penis stiffened.
"You're really getting to me now," he said.
"I know...."
The front of his jeans bulged like it was lifted by a tent pole. He was fully erect now, as I rubbed the wide cock head.
He moaned and chewed his lip as I fondled him through his pants. I still held the cup of tea in my other hand.
I put it down on the floor, out of the way.
He reached for me and we embraced and kissed. He has a very kissable mouth and I could kiss it all night ... if I didn't have other desires, too.
And all of them would be satisfied, here and now.
We kissed for a long time, rubbing tongues, tasting each other. Then I gently disengaged from the kiss and stood up.
"You'll have to get up," I said.
"Why?"
"So we can fold the couch out into a bed."
He got up. We took the cushions off and he pulled the bed part out. It came out like the folded sections of an accordion.
The bed was folded out, complete with mattress, sheets, and blankets.
It was ready for use, and so was I.
From the tape player, Stan was still chattering away. I reached for the tape player to turn it off, but Tony stopped me.
"Leave it on," he said. "It's kind of a kick for me to listen to it while I'm with you ... I know that's kind of kinky."
"And so are you, lover. Which is one of the reasons I imagine you so much. And I've got some imagine ideas about what I want you to do to me, and what I'm going to do to you on that bed!"