Chapter 2
My Teen-age Hubby
"I couldn't tell you about Bruce and me if I had to do it face to face. This tape recorder is perfect. Bruce is at school now, and I can just lie here and blush in private and tell about us.
"Last night he gave it to me, but good! Have I married me a stud! I can't believe I managed to get him.
"Thirty-four-year-old me, Glenda F-, married to a sixteen-year-old boy who is six feet two and weighs a tick over two hundred pounds.
"I'm a very basic woman, and I know what I like ... and I like having him on top of me every night, and sometimes every afternoon, giving me that wonderfully big pounding we both enjoy so much.
"Last night ... God in heaven, last night! We've been married four months and he's still ... he still can't get over having me available any time he wants to do it.
"I can tell when he wants it; he gets a certain grin and a certain glint in his brown eyes. He grins and glints a lot. And his pants bulge!
"I don't think that big kidney prodder of his ever gets soft for more than fifteen minutes.
"Last night I knew he was going to attack me with that thing as soon as we finished supper, so I just stacked the dishes and walked right back into the living room.
"My stomach was fluttering and my privates were wet. He affects me like that.
"He knows when I want it, too. My nipples get big and hard. They swell out something awful. And Maybe I get a glint in my eyes.
"He patted the sofa with his big strong hand. His pants were bulging. He said, 'I've got a lot of pressure built up.'
"I said, 'That's bad for a healthy, growing boy.' I sat next to him and his hands were all over me. He got his mouth on mine and we were into sex land instantly.
"Bruce doesn't like to 'waste time,' as he says. He hasn't any finesse, or at least not much, yet. I'm slowly teaching him, though.
"He fumbled with my blouse buttons. His hands still shake when he's undressing me. I love that.
"He got his hand inside my blouse and scooped my left breast into his palm. His hand held it like a dumpling, and he squeezed it nice and gentle.
"I've convinced him a woman doesn't enjoy mauling. It's just that he's so eager!
"I don't wear a bra around the apartment when he's home. He used to fumble and pull so much! He tore the hooks right out of two bras in the beginning, so I just stopped wearing them in private.
"We were kissing, tongue style-french. I heat up good when his tongue tickles mine and comes into my mouth so strong and wild.
"His hand was hot on my breasts. His mouth was hot on my lips. I got all goose-bumpy with happiness.
"I put my hand on that tremendous bulge in his pants and squeezed that thing of his.
"Bruce kind of snorted and stabbed his tongue way back into my mouth. That sent shivers through me, too.
"I'm a small woman, only five feet two, and only one hundred ten pounds. I'm soft and warm, but not flabby anywhere.
"I'm old enough, just, to be his mother. But I look young for my age, and I take care of myself.
"I knew what Bruce wanted. While we continued kissing, I unzipped his pants and got my hand in on that big thing, all hot and thick and stiff.
"That was against my grain at first, being aggressive in digging it out and playing with it. But Bruce loves me to do it, and I'm getting so I very much enjoy handling it.
"I got my fingers around it and pulled it out. Then I pulled the skin up and down slowly. If I do that fast, he gets too excited and sometimes shoots off. Then he gets mad.
"I can't go down on it, either, until after he's gone off in me at least once. That brings the pressure down a lot and he lets me do what I want.
"I like to do the mouth thing with him. It gives a thrill to me. I don't know why, exactly. I'm probably just a depraved, cradle-robbing nympho.
"I think I'm close to getting him to go down on me. He almost tried it a couple of nights ago. But he thinks it isn't 'manly.' He's still a child emotionally and intellectually, even if his body is full-grown.
"Back to last night. There we were on the sofa, me with my hand wrapped around his thing, him with his mouth on my mouth and his hand inside my blouse.
"Then he started going under my skirt, rubbing my cunt, right on the triangle. He must have felt how wet I was. He said, 'You're hot enough now, I guess. Come on.'
"He pulled me up and we went into the bedroom. I got undressed fast, because Bruce doesn't like to wait.
"He was out of his pants and shirt and things like lightning. I turned around and there he was, grinning, proud as a peacock, a big hunk of male with a big part of him sticking way out, hard as a rock.
"We got on the bed and he was on top of me in a second.
"I love being covered like that-quickly and selfishly. I love the weight, and the feeling of being helpless. And especially I like the feel of him poking at my entrance and finally finding the way in and coming in-like a pile driver!
"It hurts when he enters me so hard and fast, but it shivers me, too, and I always gasp and throw my arms around his big, solid back and open my thighs even more to let him push it all into me.
"Umm! I can almost feel the size of him in me right now. Bruce loves to shove it all into me. He can feel me get tight and drawn-up inside and out.
"Then he ... last night ... he kissed my neck and put his head down next to mine, and dug his hands under my bottom, and put all his weight on my chest (my poor breasts got squashed, as usual), and he just plowed into me-right up into my belly-and shook me to my back teeth with those wonderful thrusts.
"It's like making love to a runaway locomotive. He won't stop for anything when he's going like that. .
"When he's in me like that I get all shivery and hot and gooey and breathless. I make all kinds of noises I shouldn't make. I get carried away, just like him.
"He smacks my twat like he is punishing me. But it's a delightful punishment, having him sink all that into me and jolt me till the bed is almost walking.
"I get dizzy and all glowy in my belly. There's a special little organ I have-a clit, Bruce calls it-which gets all tingly and sends heavy shocks of pleasure every time he touches it or crushes it when he's pounding into me.
"I guess it's obvious I don't know much about sex anatomy. I don't think it's important. I know what feels good and how to do it, so....
"My mother was a puritan. She kept all that sex talk and the sex words away from me, as much as she could. But she couldn't stop me from having sex desires.
"So now I'm ashamed to say the words, but not ashamed to do it. And do I do it!
"Last night ... I keep drifting away from telling about last night. It's so easy to do that. ... Last night Bruce was giving it to me-pound, pound, pound, pound, and the bed was squeaking and I was gasping and sounding like a pig, squealing, and enjoying it so much!
"Oh! That thing he rams into me! The way he grunts and shoves!
"I had a climax within a minute. A good thing I did, too, because he went off a few seconds later.
"Bruce is quick the first time. Sometimes it only takes him a half a minute or so. Just barely in, and a few deep plunges, and he's right there into the peak pleasure and he can't stop.
"Last night I was clutching him, and my belly was sucking in and out, and I had that wild, fluttery, hot overflowing sensation. It was a strong one. He was extra-big in me, really deep, and that sent me off.
"When I started tightening and spasming inside, it made him go. I was crying and whimpering and jerking up to get even more of his cock, meeting those crushing thrusts, and he started that deep, husky, shaky breathing, and I know from that he's at the edge and going over.
"I felt those ... incredible ... last few smashing plunges, and I thought my insides would rupture.
"Then he was ... spurting in me. Spurting. What an ugly word. But that's what he does when he goes off. He spurts that stuff way up into my belly.
"Yes, I take the Pill. Bruce is too young to be a good father, I think. I don't really want children, anyway. If we ever break up, it'll be because he wants somebody younger ... or because I won't have a child.
"I'll face that when I come to it.
"After he spurted, he went dead on me. That I don't like. Just dead weight. Two hundred pounds is too much to bear when I'm desexed like that, after I have a climax.
"Bruce likes to rest a minute on me, though, so he does. And I can feel him shrinking inside me. And I always worry about that stuff dribbling out and staining the pretty candy-striped sheets or blankets or bedspread. Bruce doesn't care. He doesn't have to wash them or pay for them.
"I usually try to get out from under him after a minute, and clean up in the bathroom. I bring back a warm, damp washcloth and carefully wash him.
"Bruce smiles because he knows I wash him off for two reasons ... to make him clean, and also because I want to suck him off and won't do it if he's all slimy with that stuff....
"Last night I was really eager to do it. I don't know why. It thrills me to suck his cock, and especially soon after he's gone off and his cock is small and soft.
"I just tossed the washcloth back into the bathroom (it landed in the tub) and bent over his middle and started in. I just filled my mouth with his wet noodle.
"He hates for me to call it that. When it gets big and hard he says, 'How do you like my "wet noodle" now?'
"I like it fine! It's just more fun and easier to do when it's small and soft.
"I ... sucked ... him. I like the feel of it in my mouth. It's just the right size, soft. I love to loll it around in my mouth and use my tongue every way I can think of.
"I was going to town on it last night, getting myself all steamy again, when it started to get big again.
"I was glad he was getting hard, but sorry,
too. His cock is so big when it's all stiff and hard. I like it when it's a nice warm pussy.
"I didn't stop my sucking. I just had to give up more and more of it as it got bigger and bigger.
"I like to lick my tongue on the head of it. Especially on the underside, the part that faces his feet. It's very sensitive there, and if I concentrate on that spot I can get him to squirm and pant in a few minutes.
"I haven't gotten Bruce to let me do it all the way yet, just as I haven't got him to do it to me yet, but soon, I think....
"I sucked like the devil last night! I had it hard as a rock and I was licking fast and even pumping the skin at the same time. I was really trying to get him off in my mouth. I don't know why it's important to me to get him to spurt in my mouth.
"Ugh. The sheer thought turns me off! I want to spit. But at the same time I do want him to do it! I'm all mixed up.
"I don't know what my reaction will be if he does ever spurt in my mouth. I may vomit or I may even ... swallow it. Ugh! Why do I think of such awful acts?
"I've got to get dressed for work now. Didn't think I was a lady of leisure, did you?"
"Hello again. It's next morning. I have about ten minutes to burn. I'm naked on the bed, tingling. Bruce just went off to school, but before he left he gave me something to remember him by until he gets home from school and I get in from work. He gets in before me.
"He woke up with a hard on and just rolled over on top of me and dry-rubbed it in. It took me about a minute to oil me up enough to make it fun. Then it got to be a pure pleasure. I went off strong!
"But last night! Last night I finally managed to do it-the mouth thing-all the way. I mean I got my wish! And then some. Did I ever get a mouthful!
"It makes my stomach turn to remember it. But I was so hot and bothered last night....
"It was the same routine as usual ... he got into me quick and took off the edge of his 'pressure,' and then I washed him and started to suck him.
"It gets easier to say suck the more I say it, by the way. Hmm. Fuck. Fuck. Suck. Listen to me!
"I was trying to use my mouth as a ... as a cunt. I was bobbing my head up and down and keeping my mouth tight on him and wiggling my tongue around him all the while.
"I was sucking him, but good. I had a kind of fever in my blood. My privates ... all right, my cunt ... was wet again, tingling and itching. I was ready to get pounded-fucked!-again, but I perversely wanted Bruce, my wonderful sixteen-year-old stud of a husband, I wanted to taste his stuff shooting into my mouth!
"Oh, Glenda, you're sick!
"I said the usual thing when I got him gasping and squirming from my sucking. I said, 'Don't stop me this time, darling.'
"He always said before last night, he always said, 'I want to finish in you,' or something like that, and he'd push me over onto my back and plunge that big thing into my belly!
"But last night he only grinned funny and said, 'Okay, let's see you do it.'
"I went all icy and hot. I felt a hot blush turn my face red. I was committed finally, at last, and I didn't-and did-want to go through with it....
"I bent over his middle again and squeezed that big cock in my hands and got my mouth down on it again and closed my eyes and went to it.
"I used my tongue like it was a snake. And I tried to turn off my mind which was getting all up tight about what was coming.
"I straddled his leg and rubbed my cunt on it as I sucked. I got a glow from that, let me tell you, from rubbing myself on his leg. It made me so shivery and hot I didn't care. I wanted him to shoot off in my mouth!
"I sucked and tongued and dragged my juicy cunt in a back-and-forth track on his leg, like a snail, leaving a trail of goo.
"I got myself right on the edge of coming, that way. I kept myself right on the edge until I felt him go all tight and shaky and groan a certain way, and then I let myself go.
"I slithered on his leg, and I kept on sucking, and I was in so much of a blazing climax of my own, I hardly noticed the stuff that shot up into my mouth.
"I sort of woke up with a mouthful, though, and it was dripping out, and I was still sucking him, and his thing was still pouring stuff, and he was thrashing around and thrusting up into my mouth like a crazy man. Almost shouting. Panting so fast!
"I went into a kind of shock, I think. I had a mouthful of icky stuff and I didn't know what to do.
"I put my hand over my mouth and ... and something broke in my mind. That's the only way I can describe it-and I made a terrible
face, and I swallowed every last bit of it.
"I swallowed. And I'll do it again, whenever Bruce wants me to. I'm his totally now. And he's mine, in a way a marriage certificate can't match. It's deeper. When a woman swallows her man's come, she has given herself to him body and soul.
"I feel very happy now.
"I have to quit talking now....
"I'm back. It's the next morning again. This is about the only private free time I have in the apartment.
"Bruce is sixteen, but he looks a lot older. He has thin, reddish brown hair and it's receding. He'll be bald by the time he's twenty-five, I'm sure. And he's got a heavy beard. He's actually a mature man, physically. He looks way over twenty. Some boys develop very fast.
"I'm young-looking, as I think I said, for thirty-four, and I firmly believe that our marriage is right for us. I'll tell you why.
"It's what I read once in a woman's magazine-women don't mature sexually until their mid-thirties, while the male maturity, as far as sexual ability goes, is their middle to late teens.
"There are social and psychological problems for Bruce and me, perhaps, but physically, sexually, we're matched.
"I know most people would think our marriage scandalous. I've been called a cradle-robber to my face. By Bruce's mother-because she doesn't look much older than me. In fact, we look a little alike. And sometimes, when he's half asleep, Bruce will cuddle up to me and call me 'Mommy.'
"I explained to his parents that women live longer than men on the average and that we'd be growing old together on an equal footing. And besides, after a man is forty or so he usually looks about the same age as a woman in her fifties, if she's kept herself up.
"Bruce's father was for the marriage. That helped. But it was for purely money reasons. Bruce is my responsibility now. I'll put him through college. I'm supporting him now.
"The G-family isn't well off. He's a city park employee. The only white man in the whole crew. And he's not the supervisor.
"It was a lot tougher to get permission for Bruce to stay in school once we were married. The school people felt he would 'contaminate' the other virginal students by talking sex or something.
"From what Bruce tells me, he couldn't educate anybody in sex at school-they all know everything, and they all use the words, including the girls.
"I'm keeping Bruce off the streets at night, and in bed where a boy his age belongs.
"I had to threaten to sue the school board before they let Bruce back in, though. Our case was in the papers. Even on the AP news wire, I understand....
"Back again. This is getting to be fun, telling all about Bruce and me. Bruce and I? I'm getting so I like talking sex. Maybe I am a nympho! It's sure fun if I am.
"I met Bruce at school. I was the secretary to the principal, and Bruce was sent in for sassing a history teacher.
"I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He was barely sixteen then. Just beginning his junior year. I smiled at him a lot and told him not to worry.
"He liked me from the start.
"It would have ended there, except that I happened to meet him again two days later, in the lobby of a local theater. They were playing two horror films, and I love good horror movies. I was alone.
"I've had lots and lots of boyfriends! I've been sexually active ever since college. But I never married. Not till I found Bruce.
"Anyway, I saw Bruce in the lobby and he was alone, too, so I waved and caught his attention. He came over and we ended up seeing the pictures together. Sitting in the dark.
"I took a big chance and invited him over to my apartment after the show. For a coke and a piece of pie or something.
"It was just like in the movies, the way I seduced him. He couldn't believe this ... old ... woman was making a play for him.
"But I was! I sensed something about him. It wasn't just sex. Sex is super with him, but there's a basic compatibility, a sort of chemistry, that makes me love him, and him me, though he doesn't know it yet. That'll come with time and maturity. For now, Bruce is in it for the free sex, I think.
"I acted like a vamp, that night in my apartment with him, that first time. I 'changed into something more comfortable,' a slinky silk pa-jama set, and no bra, so my breasts bobbled around as I moved, and my nipples stuck out.
"I could see Bruce was sweating. He wanted to grab me, but was scared. He wasn't sure.
"I finally had to do it myself-I sat in his lap, right there at the kitchen table while he was eating his second big piece of pie.
"I said, 'You're very shy, Bruce. Don't you know when a girl wants some personal attention?'
He had his hands around me, as I sat on his lap, and he had to know I was naked under the pajamas, except for some thin panties. I could certainly feel the warmth of his hands sliding around in 'safe' places.
"I kissed him. The kiss finally convinced him. He forgot I was Mr. H-'s secretary. I became a hot-blooded girl in his arms, sitting on his lap, and he reacted quickly.
"Bruce slid his left hand up onto my right breast and squeezed and fondled it roughly. At the same time he started to kiss me back. And also I felt a swelling come up against my bottom from his crotch. I knew what it was.
"I squirmed around on that bulge, and it got bigger and harder under me. His hand was mauling my breasts, and he was kissing like an inexperienced but enthusiastic boy, which is what he was, really.
"I gave his mouth some of my tongue, and he jerked so hard I nearly fell off his lap. Right away, his right arm tightened around my waist and his left hand pushed into my pajama top.
"There I sat on his hard, doubled-over cock, with his hand pawing around in my pajamas on my naked flesh, and with our mouths glued together while he learned to use his tongue.
"It was exciting! I was wet in my panties.
"Bruce was tremendously aroused. It was a bit frightening to experience his passion. I could feel his heart thudding, and the terrible strength in his arms.
"You might call it rape, what he did to me. Except that I started it and let him do it. But I had the definite feeling I'd uncorked a force I couldn't control.
"He said, harsh and begging and threatening at the same time, 'You're not just teasing me, are you?'
"I whispered, 'No.'
"'Okay, then.' He just stood up from that kitchen chair with me in his arms, and he carried me down the short hall to the small bedroom.
"He tried to be gentle, but he didn't know how, and he was inexperienced and embarrassed, too. He told me later he'd only ... only fucked three girls a total of five times before me. And they were quickies, in the back seats of cars and in the bushes.
"Bruce sat down on the bed with me still in his arms and we kissed ... or I kissed him. I had my arms around his neck, holding on.
"Then he pushed me off his lap onto the bed and pushed me down on my back and started to fumble at my pajama-top buttons. His hands were shaking. But he got them open and opened my top and looked at my small white breasts and my big, puffed-up nipples.
"He grabbed with both hands, like a child, and watched as he squeezed and molded them.
"He was rough, and I said, 'Easy, easy ... it hurts when you twist them like that.'
" 'Sorry.' He continued to play with them, but more gently, and then licked his lips and said, 'Can I fuck you, Glenda?'
" 'If you want to.'
"His face lit up and there was no stopping him. He quickly unbuckled and unzipped and pushed his pants down past his knees.
"I saw how he was built there-his cock. You know. And I got a little shiver of fear, it was so big. Not tremendous, not something that I couldn't dare let in me, but pretty big. A lot bigger than normal.
"I've had a lot of men friends, and a couple were built like mules, so a large cock didn't terrify me, but the sight of Bruce's did shiver me, and at the same time it made me want to have it boring into me and pounding me.
"Bruce pulled the string on my pajama bottoms and hauled them down my hips and legs and off.
"I do have a nice pussy, I think. Rounded and plump, and not too much hair. Just a fluff in a kind of border around the crack.
"He didn't bother with playing with me there. He wanted to get his hard on inside me, and he wasn't going to waste time! He got between my legs and just poked away. I had to reach down, take his cock and guide it.
"When he felt the head go in, he just shoved, and I got a huge amount all at once. He gave a big 'Umm!' and shoved more and more in.
"I was stretched and in a little pain, but I didn't stop him or say anything. But did he ever hit bottom fast! I'll always remember that first feel of him going in like that. It didn't even occur to him to take his time and consider me.
"He had to get in, fuck me, and get that orgasm, before I changed my mind or something else happened.
"That was his thinking, I know. A lot of men are like that: guilty, ashamed, selfish, and they act like they're stealing something.
"Bruce fucked me so fast and hard! I was crushed under him, and wheezing grunts from the wild smacking I was taking down there.
"Ohhh, did he penetrate! Did he ever rattle my teeth! He was savage and ruthless ... a young stud. Doing what nature intended. Basic fucking!
"I had to force myself to let myself go, to enjoy it, to accept it. When I managed that, I got a tremendous thrill from it. I pulled my knees up higher, and held them with my hands hooked under, and was wide open to his thrusts.
"Bruce was snorting and gasping from his work. He was into a willing woman, and he was feeling the pleasure, and he wasn't going to stop!
"I was getting sweet jolts from each smack. He had his whole rump and hips and thighs behind those thrusts, and he was getting everything he had into me!
"I can't begin to describe the sensations a woman feels when a big, strong man is fucking her like that. It's instinct. It goes back to caveman days. It's so primitive and glorious, somehow.
"Bruce was fucking me down to my soul! I swear, it felt like that. I'd never had it so ferociously before. I'd never been used quite that way before.
"Before I knew it I was reacting wildly, like a bitch in heaJ. I dug my heels into the bed and started pushing up to meet those golden thrusts, to get a greater impact. Those meetings of our cock and cunt were part blow, part squish, part slide....
"I was quivering all over, just shaking, and panting with him as he got closer and closer to shooting off.
"Bruce started trembling in my arms, and he sounded agonized, and his thrusts were just so wild and deep! He slid way into me.
"I know I shuddered, I was so far into the experience with him. I entered my orgasm with him. And it was a furnace! It was skyrockets and explosions! I was almost blacking out from not getting enough oxygen to feed all my organs and my brain, too. I was gone ... gone ... gone.
"I know the feeling, the sensation of him spurting deep in my belly was an added thrill. I didn't want a child, but that basic act, that ejacu ... spurting ... that was good! That's part of the game, part of the final joy of giving yourself to a man.
"You take his seed.
"Bruce was dead weight on me when he finished shooting off in me. He went loose and quiet, except for his heavy breathing and sighing.
"I could feel his cock shrinking in me, and I could feel a dribble of that stuff oozing down my crotch.
"I got free of him and went quick to wash.
"When I got back, with just my open pajama top on, he was pulling up his pants. I said, 'Why are you doing that? Do you have to leave?'
"He was surprised. His eyes sparkled. "Hey, you mean you want to do it again?'
" 'Of course, if you want to,' I said. We smiled at each other.
"Bruce went into the kitchen and finished his pie, and drank a glass of milk, and came back, and we fucked again. And later, again.
"Then he had to go home. But he came over to my apartment almost every night for weeks, and especially weekends. We just fucked our brains out. It didn't stop being great. And we got very close.
"Whoops, got to run....
"Bruce almost didn't want me to go down on him the first time I tried it.
"We had just finished with our first fuck, one rainy afternoon after school, and I was using the usual damp cloth to wipe him clean, when I asked him if any of his previous girls had ever done 'the mouth thing' on him.
"He made a face and said no, only prostitutes do that. That's what his dad had told him.
"I argued that most couples did that now-days. I even showed him a book that said so. But he just made a face.
"Then he said, 'You want to do it?'
"I said yes, and I met his eyes. I said, T want to do it to you because I love you.'
"He blinked fast. 'Hey, Glenda.... '
"Bruce got all weepy and hid his face against my breasts, and said he loved me, too. I got all goose-bumpy when he said that.
"We talked about loving each other for a while, and then he wanted to fuck me. I said I wanted to try going down on him for a minute.
"He said okay, for a minute, but I had to stop when he told me to.
"I agreed, and put my hand on his half-hard cock. I played with it and it grew to its limit. He was watching, and I was embarrassed to begin. But finally I lowered my head and touched my tongue to the tip. I gradually licked all around the head, and then put my lips on top in a kiss, and just let my lips slide open and let my head go down, and let the head come into my mouth.
"I'd done it a lot for other men. I wasn't doing it for the first time. But I'd never swallowed come. I'd never felt as close to a man as I do to Bruce, though. That made it special.
"I had the head in my mouth, and I started using my tongue on the sensitive place. Wow! He jumped and tensed and gasped all at once.
"I asked him, 'like it?' He said it was okay. But his cock was throbbing hard and his belly muscles were tight.
"I went back to work on it. I got involved, and was soon sucking and swirling my tongue and bobbing my head. I could feel him tightening up, his whole body, and his breathing got heavy. And he said, sort of reluctantly, I thought, 'Stop!'
"He got on me then and fucked me. It took him about ten seconds-about fifteen good deep plunges-and he went off.
"I was left at the post that time. I didn't make it. But later I did, when he finger-fucked me. He knew he'd gone off too fast, so he waited till I came back from the bathroom and had him wiped off. Then he started kissing me and even licking my nipples, which he knows I love, but he doesn't like to do too much, and he worked his big, long middle finger into my pussy, and started fucking me with it.
"I enjoyed it. The rough skin at the base of his finger hit my sensitive spot just right, and I got that shivery hot sensation in a minute or two that meant I was going to go over the edge.
"I threw my arms around him and kissed him passionately, and I begged, 'Don't stop, don't stop!'
"He kept on jabbing his finger, even faster, and I went all shaky and melty and started panting and jerking my hips like crazy.
"It was a very good climax. I was all grateful smiles when the glow left me and I told him to stop.
"Bruce grinned and said a lovely thing that told me he was involved, for sure. He said, 'I get a charge out of giving you that. It makes it better for me, when I fuck you, if you can make it with me.'
"I kissed him and said it was that way for me, too.
"Gotta run!. . .
"I did it! Ummm, last night Bruce went down on me. My young husband licked my pussy. And not only did he lick it, I kind of think he---likes doing it! Because he got me off with his licking, that's why! And, ohhh, was it a creamy-dreamy climax!
"But let me tell all about it. I know Bruce and I are for life now, after last night.
"To begin with, he let me suck him off all the way, after the usual first fuck, of course. And this time it was easier for me to swallow his stuff.
"That suck-off was different in another way, too, because he got involved in it. He told me which way he liked to be sucked.
"It was like this: I was hunched over his cock, with my mouth full of it, slowly sliding my mouth up and down on it, and he said, 'Use your tongue more-on the underside."
"That gave me a thrill, him telling me what he liked from my sucking. So I swirled my tongue against the underside of the head for a minute, and he groaned and said, 'That's it! God, that feels good!'
"I got drippy in my pussy from him saying that. I started sliding my wet crotch on his leg, and that started me shivering with pleasure. Sometimes I think I could have a hundred climaxes in a row if I could stay awake long enough. I can just come and come and come.
"I got more and more excited the more Bruce got closer and closer to shooting off in my mouth.
"He was moaning and getting his muscles tight and shoving up at my mouth. I kept on swirling my tongue on that special place and bobbing my head....
"Bruce's breathing was loud and quivery. I saw his arms go out to grip the edges of the bed. His cock got stiffer and bigger in my mouth. I knew he was coming. He gasped and went all rigid, and his hard on gave a big throb in my mouth, and I went icy and shivery hot, and a big gob of his come shot up into my throat.
"I sort of moaned with him and tried to keep my mouth going, and my tongue, too, because he was bucking up and down and sideways and almost yelling. It was all I could do to stay with him and keep my mouth going on his cock, which was spurting and jerking all the time, just filling my mouth with that thick, slimy stuff. But, like I said, I swallowed it. The trick for me was to think of something else.
"Bruce just lay there like a dead man, but breathing, with a silly smile on his face. He said, 'That's a lot of fun for no work.'
"I said, 'It's a lot of fun doing it, too.' Then I said, kidding, 'Try it, you'll like it.'
"He surprised me by saying, 'Okay, I will, if you go in and wash real good.'
"Boy, I was in that bathroom in a flash. I even put some perfume down on my fluff, and scented body powder inside my thighs, all around. I was bubbly with excitement.
"Bruce didn't back out, either. He just said, 'Don't you go telling any of your girl friends I did this!'
"I promised. And he said, 'Okay, you better tell me how to do it.'
"So I lay on my back and spread my legs and told him to get on his stomach, you know, with his head between my thighs. ...
"Then I put my hands down on my pussy and pulled my crack open for him. I said, 'Just lick in there, darling, lick up and down.'
"He lowered his head and I sort of held my breath. Then I felt the touch of his tongue, and a wild, weird shiver raced through me, and I inhaled sharply.
"He licked up and down, and wow! did he ever hit the right spot up near the top. My clit. My little thing.
"I started to get thrills of pleasure right away. It was a sweet, shivery, sparkling kind of sensation. Each time his tongue-tip touched there I was in a brief heaven. Then his tongue left me and started licking up from the bottom of my crack, again.
"I gasped, when he licked my clit ... I gasped, 'Oh, there! There!'
"Bruce was breathing fast, too, with me. And, immediately, his tongue concentrated on licking over my special place.
"Oh, it was so sweet and honey-like and ... and like glowing! I gasped, 'Oh, yes, darling, there! You're doing me so good!'
"He was uncomfortable because he had no place to put his arms, so he had an inspiration and slid his hands under my thighs and sort of embraced them with each arm.
"Bruce was really trying to get me off. I know it. He didn't seem to be reluctant at all. He started to snuffle and press his mouth up against my pussy.
"I was squirming and moaning. When he pressed his hot mouth to me there I got a frothy, creamy feeling in my belly and I moaned, 'Oh, Bruce, I love you ... I love you!'
"His tongue was doing such wonderful things! It was swirling over my clit the way I swirled my tongue on his cock.
"It was ... it is such a delicious sensation that way ... all silky and sort of rough, too, in a way.
"I couldn't keep my hands away from his head. I ran my fingers through his hair and held him, and just about lost my mind as the pleasure got stronger and stronger.
"My pussy started moving against his mouth as if it had a mind of its own. I was panting like crazy and calling his name....
"I get a glow just remembering it. That climax blew my mind. It was incredible. Bruce just wouldn't stop licking me!
"I hit the peak, and the pleasure got real sharp and piercing, so I had to double up and push his head away.
"Bruce didn't want to stop!
"I gasped, 'It was so great ... so good.... ' I just lay there with my legs wide open as he came up over me.
"Suddenly I realized he had a tremendous hard on. It was hard as a rock again, and he was going to fuck me! I whimpered.
"Bruce scooped my knees up with his hands and doubled me over. He had a strange look on his face. His mouth was still wet from my pussy.
"He poked the head into my pussy and it was just the right angle, because he found just the right place and went into me. He slid right in, all the way! I groaned and he groaned. The sensations were exquisite for me. He started to fuck like a bull, and I was out of my head again! It was just too much! My belly sucked and bloated and spasmed. I was wailing and panting ... I hugged him so tight! GOD! OH, GOD, what a fuck that was for me, right on top of him tonguing me like that!
"I'm limp and hot and juicy now just from telling about it. I wish Bruce was here now!
"He was thrusting all of his cock into me with each stroke, just crushing it into me! I was a glory hole. I was so aroused and passionate, I took it-and wanted to be stretched even more!
"Bruce must have been really turned on by going down on me, because after only a dozen plunges he started to shake and lose rhythm. His thrusts got heavy and savage! I was like a rag doll under him. He was slamming his huge cock into me ... and I was loving it!
"Then I felt that weird throbbing as he spurted. He made tortured sounds, like his guts were being pulled out of him.
"And I did, too! I had another climax, right along with him. It was like going through a golden wringer. I didn't have anything left when he stopped thrusting and collapsed on me.
"After a few minutes he rolled off me, and I dragged myself into the bathroom to clean up. I wiped him off, too. But Bruce was asleep when I did it.
"I managed to tug the sheet and blanket down under him, then pull them over him. Then I snuggled close, and in his sleep he put his arm over me....
"Well, a lot of people think I should have waited till Bruce was at least eighteen. They say I've cheated him of a normal youth and that I vamped him.
"I know-I guess all that's true. Once I knew him, and once we went to bed, I couldn't think of anything else but capturing himand holding him.
"I agree, I agree. I'm probably neurotic, and afraid of life, and afraid to marry a mature man. I probably feel more at home as the 'mother' who needs a young, inexperienced boy to be superior to....
"I guess I am like the old men who want virgins.
"I don't care, though. I'm happy.
"I know Bruce might get up tight about my age. I know he gets kidded a lot at school about me. But he doesn't seem to mind it. He's been in a couple of fights.
"I'll hold onto him as long as I can, any way I can! If I can keep him ten years ... five years, I think I can keep him all my life...."