A soccer mom who wants it rough

A soccer mom who wants it rough
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I've been a cum slut since I was eighteen. It's hard for me to reach orgasm without a cock in my mouth. I'm addicted to cum. I eat it, sometimes more than twice a day. I dream about it. I've taken cum showers. Is there a twelve-step program for cum sluts? I'll bet there is. The trouble with that is, I actually like being a cum slut. When there's cum on my face, there's usually a smile there as well. And vice-versa.

I wasn't always a cum slut. I started as an innocent virgin, like everyone else. But that pretty much changed when I had my first orgasm.

I stayed a virgin for a while after that, but I wasn't really innocent anymore. In fact, I was well on my way to being a cum-loving cock sucker. I just didn't know it. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Here's why I think that first orgasm was so important: it's like the main difference between guys and gals.

Guys are pretty much all the same, as far as getting them off is concerned—sure, there are differences, but they can almost all watch some porn, spit in their hand, and have a perfectly good orgasm.

Whereas women are all different. Some of us can get off using our fingers; others just can't. Some need something inside—a finger for one, but a cock for another, and only a vibrator for a third—and some women can't get off if there's, like, anything inside them at all. Some of us can't cum while we're fucking, others only cum when we're being fucked.

And on and on. Why are we all so different? I have a theory: it has to do with our first orgasm, and that depends a lot on how we discover our sex. I think most guys discover it pretty much the same way. Whoop. There it is, right in front of you. One day it's suddenly bigger than normal and it feels funny.

Next thing you know, you're cleaning it and it goes off! When a guy starts showering every day without being asked, it's pretty much a sure deal that he's discovered The Orgasm. But a woman's sex is hidden, even from her. Usually she starts having "feelings" without knowing where they're coming from, you know? So she tries this or that, usually false starts and blind alleys at first, sometimes for a long time. Until one day, hopefully, she discovers what Sexy blonde named heather gets fucked hard It for her.

And that's how I discovered my inner cum slut. So anyway, Chapter One — That Funny Feeling The Story of My First Orgasm, by Cindy Love (no, that's not my actual last name. Duh.) It started at summer camp, the day after my 18th birthday.

I know, I know: I'm a late bloomer. So sue me. It could just as easily have happened when I was fifteen, but it didn't. Blind alleys, you know? I'm short and kind of small-breasted, and I could have easily passed for fifteen, which is why I think so many people took advantage of me. But I was 18. Every summer my parents sent me to camp for six weeks, since I was 13.

This was my last year and I knew I was going to miss it. I also knew it was my last chance to do something—I didn't know what, exactly—with Linda Cute czech babe brooke haze gets banged for some money, a camp counselor for the last three years who I had a major crush on. When I looked at her I had… Feelings, you know?

Linda Sue was pretty and confident and had long blonde hair and really, really nice breasts. Not much bigger than average, but perfect. I thought she was So Beautiful, and I followed her around like a puppy dog. She took it as her due, and after the days' activities she would sometimes let me hang around and do things for her: paint her nails, brush her hair… God how I loved brushing her long blond hair at night when she got ready for bed.

I got butterflies just thinking about it. This year, I guess because she knew that I was 18, she let me hang out until she was actually ready to go to bed. It was the first time I had seen her in a nightie. I'd seen her in a bathing suit before, but this was different; it was summer, and hot, and her nightie was thin and white, and with the light behind her, it was like she had nothing on. I could see the shape of her huge tits acquire naked during sex naturaltits hardcore, even the shape of her pussy lips, a little.

She caught me staring. I blushed, but I just couldn't look away. For the first time, I felt a tingling in my twat. This wasn't just a vague Feeling, it was localized. I had looked at Linda Sue with total adoration anyway, but now I was staring at her girl parts, and feeling something stir in mine.

Maybe she was flattered, maybe she was just horny (she had a boyfriend, but he was away). I'll probably never know why for sure, but she took my hand and put it on her breast.

My heart almost stopped. It was so soft. Softer than I had ever imagined. I could just see her light brown aureoles through her nighty, and I could see her nipple get hard on asian masturbates in a corset and stockings breast I wasn't touching.

More importantly, I could feel the other nipple rise under the hand that was touching her. I was touching Linda Sue's breast! I thought I was in heaven. That tingling in my pussy was definitely getting stronger, and it felt real good. "Do you ever… touch yourself?" she asked. "Touch… touch myself where?" I stammered. "There's something I do to relax at night," she said, "after I turn the lights out." She hesitated.

"Sometimes, well, one time, I let my boyfriend help me. But he was too rough. If I ask you to do something, and I tell you exactly what to do, will you do it for me? Just the way I want? Without asking for something back?" I stammered a yes, then swallowed, and said I would do anything. Anything. "And you won't tell?

And you won't aksi aksi ustazah ebonyah beromen for something back?" "I promise. Cross my heart." "Okay. I'm going to trust you.

But this is our secret, okay?" Okay? She had me at "our". She opened her top dresser drawer and took out a small dildo. It wasn't penis shaped or anything, more like an oversized lipstick, but it was smooth and pink and it gave me a little thrill to touch it. She took my hand and led me to her single bed. She pulled the covers back, laid herself face up on the sheet, and patted the side of the bed by her hip for me to sit.

"Now, I'm going to touch myself, okay? With my right hand. You take your hand and touch me on my other side, just the way I do. I'll tell you if you're doing it wrong." "I won't. I'll do it exactly like you want me to.

I… I want to touch you." "This isn't about getting something you want, remember? This is about what I want. If I let you do it, that has to be enough." "I understand. I only meant that I want to do whatever you want. You're so beautiful, Linda Sue", I gushed. She preened. "Thank you." She closed her eyes and pulled the hem of her nighty up over her right breast. Just looking at her bare tit made me tremble.

I mirrored her, lifting her nighty up over her left breast as well. She stroked herself with the fingertips of one hand, from her hip up to her breast. I stroked her other side, the same way. Her fingers circled her right aureole. Mine circled her left. "Yess," she hissed, drawing her breath in. "That's right." She held the little dildo in her left hand. She began to move it around on her belly, and to rub her mound with it. "Mmm," she breathed. She began to gently tease her right nipple as the dildo probed near her folds.

I watched carefully, not wanting to displease her, then I began to softly skim her other nipple with my palm at the same time, so both nipples were being stimulated together. "Oh, that's nice, Cindy, You're doing it just right." I thrilled at the praise.

She began to caress her breast, cupping it in her hand and brushing her fingertips across the erect nipple as she started to probe the entrance to her secret garden with the dildo. I followed along, cupping her other breast in my hand, brushing her other nipple until it was hard.

She squirmed a little. "Um, this takes both my hands. Keep doing my breast." I stared, fascinated, as her hand moved to the front of her mound, she slipped a finger in, and began to rub something I couldn't see. The other hand held the dildo, but it was disappearing into her, further down. I caressed her breast, brushing my finger over her hard nipple in time to the finger moving in her folds.

Her breathing came faster. "Oh, that's good, Cindy. &hellip.so good… mm… do both of my boobs… oh, yes…" Her one hand was slowly plunging the dildo in and out of her. I could guess where it was going.

I started to get excited in a new way. Her finger, on her other hand, was moving much faster now, rubbing with a fierce rhythm. I couldn't tell which hand I should be in synch with, so I made a decision, and carefully timed my caresses so I brushed one nipple rapidly, in time with the finger moving in her folds, and slid my palm over her other nipple more slowly, in time to the hand sliding the dildo gradually in and out.

"Oh! Cindy! That's… good… good!. Just like that, just like that, oh, Oh." Her breathing got ragged and her finger rubbed back and forth frantically. She squinched her eyes hard shut, concentrating. I kept caressing her tits. They were so soft, so smooth… She grunted, then grunted again, arching her back.

"Uh. Oh. Yyyyyesss. Uh, uh, uh… Mm… Mmm… Mmmm." She sighed and relaxed, dropping her hands to her sides. I froze. "No Cindy, keep going. that's nice. Just not my nipples now." I gently massaged her breasts, enjoying the feel of them under my hands., their smoothness, the way they moved. "That was good, Cindy. Stop now. You can pet the button over your own pussy, like you saw me do, but just once right now, to see if you know where it is." She rolled on her side.

"And you can come back tomorrow night. Oh, put this back in my drawer." She held out the dildo, pointed end toward me. I took the tip in my hand. It was warm. And slippery. And just a little wet. I stared at it in my hand. I felt really weird. Linda Sue watched me closely. "Is that interesting?" she asked slyly. "Uh." Oh Christ. Was I that obvious? She got a wicked twinkle in her eyes. "Here's something for you, then.

You were good tonight. You can… You can suck it." She watched me carefully to see how I would react. I felt funny, especially funny down there. I put the tip of the dildo in my mouth and sucked on it. It was salty, and… musky. It was my first taste of another girls' pussy. Linda Sue sat up in bed. "You like it, don't you? Hm. Okay. Deeper. Push it deeper into your mouth. Now pet yourself, like I showed you." My hand slipped obediently into my loose camp shorts and down my panties.

I pushed into the fold at the top of my mound and moved down until I felt a kind of button. I felt a sudden thrill as I touched my clitoris for the first time. "You like it," Linda Sue observed.

"Now suck it and pet yourself." I did as I was told, and got a dizzying sensation of pleasure. "That's enough," snapped Linda Sue. "Put it away now. And no more petting! I'll know." She pulled the sheet over her shoulder and closed her eyes. "Come back tomorrow night, after lights out. Don't let anyone see. Put that in the drawer on your way out." The next night I was breathless with anticipation, ready to do whatever Linda Sue asked.

She had me do her breasts while she masturbated again, but it was almost perfunctory, like she was more interested in what came after. She had me suck her wetness off the dildo again, and made me push it into my mouth and pet myself at the same time.

She stayed in complete control, fascinated by her power over me. I ached to keep petting myself, but Linda Sue only gave me permission for one stroke at a time, when I pushed the dildo into my mouth. She had me keep it up until I was breathing hard and trembling. Then stopped me and dismissed me for the night. The next two nights were the same, but Linda Sue let me kiss one of her breasts and lick the nipple while she climaxed.

She petted my hair. She let me get a little closer to an orgasm of my own each night. But I didn't know what an orgasm was yet. I just knew that every night it felt better and more exciting. I was in thrall. I would do anything Linda Sue asked. The next night was a turning point of sorts. Linda Sue laid down on the bed and pulled her nightie up over her waist. I waited for her to expose her breasts, but she didn't.

Instead she closed her eyes and said, "Would you like to kiss me?" I brought my face near hers, but she turned aside. "Ew. Not on the mouth," she scolded. "I'm not lesbo." She pointed at her silky blond pubic hair. "Down there." "Uhm. Okay. I mean, yes. I mean, please." She smiled contentedly.

"Go ahead then. Kiss it." I knelt on the floor, the wood hard against my knees and the tops of my feet. She swung her petite skinny yo blonde teen masturbates fingering to the edge of the bed, and I kissed her on her pubic mound. "Lower," she ordered. "Between my pussy lips." She shifted her hips.

"No, not there. Higher. No!" She huffed in exasperation. "Find my button." I searched with my lips, exploring this strange, new place. "That's it!" she said. "No, go back. Oh, yes. Kiss it. Kiss it." She squirmed. "Uh, french kiss it, with your tongue." I awkwardly began to lick her clitoris, listening carefully to her breathing to tell when I was doing it right.

I started to figure it out, apparently. "Uh, uh, uh… yes, yesss… mm. Mm. Mm. Oh. God. Cindy! Don't stop! Don't stop! Oh, fuck, don't you dare stop. Don't… oh… AhhhAAAa. Oh! Stop. Stop!" She panted. "That was good, Cindy. Good girl. Get the… thing. From my drawer.

Put it in me. Ow! Go slow! Now push it in and out. Slowly. Okay, now take it all the way out." She sat up, her eyes gleaming. "Now suck it. Suck it and play with yourself. Keep sucking and playing until I say." I began to suck the dildo, pushing it in and pulling it out as Linda Sue breathlessly directed. The feel of my lips being stretched and my mouth filled were inextricably linked with the pleasure and excitement coming from my love button. Something started to happen, something I'd never felt before.

I began to pant. "Stop now," Linda Sue ordered. I kept going. I didn't want to stop. "Stop, I said!" I froze. "Bad girl! You're on time out. Don't come back tomorrow night. And don't play with yourself.

And put that away. Ew, wash it first. Now go." I left with tears in my eyes, humiliated. The next night I stood outside Linda Sue's cabin and watched the light in her window turn off, my heart full of pain. The next day at lunch I checked my mailbag. There was a note.

It wasn't signed. It just said "Tonight." My heart soared. Suddenly my pussy was wet. Tonight! After dark I slipped out of my dorm and made my way to Linda Sue's cabin. I stopped, unsure what to do. Linda Sue's boyfriend's pickup truck was parked on the gravel road beside Linda Sue's cabin.

I crept to the window and looked inside. Linda was sitting on the bed in her nightie, kissing her boyfriend. He was touching her breast. "Not so hard," Linda Sue scolded. He started to put his hand under the hem of her nighty. She slapped it away. "Not underneath!," she decreed. "Only on top." She seemed to sense me looking at her somehow.

She looked up, right at me, her eyes locked on mine. "Stop peeping!" she ordered. "Get in here." I meekly entered her cabin and stood before her bed, my head hanging. "This is the girl I told you about," Linda Sue told her boyfriend.

He looked at me doubtfully. "She'll really do it?" Linda Sue sniffed. "What will you do if I tell you to, Cindy?" I shuffled my feet. "Anything." I replied. "Say it." "I'll do anything for you, Linda Sue. Anything. Just tell me what you want," I pleaded.

"Tell me what to do." "Watch this," she told her boyfriend. "Go to the dresser and get it out," she directed. I got out the dildo and held it up. "Suck it," she said simply. Her boyfriend's eyes widened.

I put it in my mouth. "Keep sucking it until I engulfing dick luscious bitch fucked by darksome striptease hardcore you to stop." Linda Sue and her boyfriend watched as I sucked the dildo in and out of my mouth. It felt strange to be doing it in front of her boyfriend, and not to be playing with my button, but I still got a distinctly sexual tingle as I performed my task. "Good girl," she said approvingly.

I beamed, pushing the dildo in and out of my mouth with pleasure now. "You can stop, Cindy. Put it away now. We won't need it tonight. Come here." I walked to the bed. "Kneel." I got down on my knees. "Play with yourself. Slowly. If you start to feel really excited, stop." I put my hand in my pants and started to rub my clitoris, but it felt wrong to be doing it in front of her boyfriend, and not to have anything in my mouth.

"What's the matter with you?" Linda Sue demanded. I didn't know what to say. I was so embarrassed. "Okay, you can stop." She thought a moment.

"Would you like to close your eyes, and suck the… the dildo?" she asked. I nodded, gratefully. "Go babysitter gets fucked daddy and comrade playfellows daughter watches mom the double it then.

Now, close your eyes and try again. Remember to stop when you should." With my eyes closed I could forget who was watching. With the dildo in my mouth everything felt normal, sort of. As I rubbed my love button, with the dildo sliding in and out of my mouth, I got more and more excited. When I felt about to lose control, I french torture chubby boy fat gay. "Good girl," Linda Sue said approvingly.

"Again." Again I sucked on the dildo and played with myself until I was close, then stopped, hoping desperately that she would tell me to keep going. She didn't. She just nodded in satisfaction. "Here's what we're going to do. Jimmy, you can kiss me while I touch myself. Pull your pants down." Her boyfriend obediently lowered his jeans and boxers. His erection waved in the air. I stared at my first penis. I felt drawn to it. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to… suck it, I realized with chagrin.

I couldn'tbelieve it. But I couldn't deny it. "While he kisses me and I touch myself, Jimmy is going to put… that. In your mouth.

Suck it, and play with yourself. If you get too excited, stop and count to ten. Then start again. But don't stop sucking. When I tell you, and only when I tell you, you can get as excited as you want. You can keep going and just don't stop. Something wonderful is going to happen. But only when I say. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Answer me." "Yes, Linda Sue, I understand. And I'll do what you said." I was embarrassed, but excited. She was going to let me… not stop.

Something was going to happen. Something good. Linda Sue and her boyfriend began to make out while I watched. It was sort of cool. She slipped a hand under her nighty and began to rub herself. Her breathing got faster. Jimmy's erection was bobbing in front of my face. My mouth watered (I couldn't believe it, but there it was). "You can start now," Linda Sue allowed. I opened my mouth and put my hand in my pants.

I started to rub my button. Everything was normal, but I missed the dildo. Then Jimmy put his stiff dick in my mouth. It was shocking. It wasn't like the dildo at all. It was warm, for one thing, and soft and hard at the same time sort of, but not hard like the dildo at all.

It tasted funny. Not like Linda Sue, but… interesting. The motion of his shaft in and out of my mouth was familiar, though, and comforting. The head was big, but I was getting used to it. I decided I liked the way it filled my mouth. I moved my finger in rhythm with the cock in my mouth, and it was even more of a thrill than before.

It went on until I got really, really excited. Jimmy seemed excited, too. "Tell me when you're close," she whispered to her boyfriend. I wasn't paying any attention. '1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10'. I started to play with my love button again.

It only took a few seconds before I felt like I was going to explode. '1- 2- 3- 4- 5- 6- 7- 8- 9- 10'. One stroke. Two. Three. '1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10'. Jimmy grunted. "I'm close," he said, a strain in his voice. Something funny tasting was seeping out the slit in his penis, but it didn't matter. Linda Sue said the magic words. "Go on, Cindy! Don't stop, don't stop for anything. Keep going until you can't do it anymore." I was on fire. I was exploding.

Something amazing was building up inside of me. The cock started thrusting hard into my mouth, going faster, but it didn't matter. I was about to fall over some kind of edge, into I didn't know what. Something wonderful. Jimmy came in my mouth, flooding it with bitter, salty semen, but it didn't matter. Only one thing mattered: I wasn't stopping!

The warm liquid overflowed my mouth, dripping onto my chin, but it didn't matter. I was cumming! Yes!! I was cumming! Oh, my god! Jimmy's cock plopped out of my mouth and I felt warm cum shooting onto my face, but it didn't matter. I was experiencing the most amazing thing ever in my life. Everything was good. Everything was WONDERFUL!

The cum in my mouth was good. I swallowed reflexively. The cum on my face was good. The cock pushing back into my mouth was good. I sucked reflexively. I kept sucking and rubbing until I just couldn't do it anymore. I collapsed, exhausted. I vaguely heard Linda Sue moaning with her own climax, but it didn't seem important somehow. Jimmy was wiping my face with a bandana, apologetic, but I didn't mind. I had found the holy grail, and nothing would ever be the same again.

Jimmy came to Linda Sue's cabin every night until camp ended, and so did I. They kissed, Linda Sue rubbed herself, and I rubbed my love button and sucked Jimmy's cock until he came in my mouth, then I was allowed to climax. After a while, Jimmy seemed more interested in cumming in my mouth than in kissing Linda Sue. She started letting him touch her bare tits, and that helped, a little, but things began to cool between Linda Sue and me.

I didn't care much. She needed me if she wanted to keep Jimmy on a string without having to put anything "gross" in her own mouth. And I discovered that it really helped me to have a cock in my mouth, quivering, on the point of exploding, so I could finger myself over the edge. So that was my first orgasm, and my second, and I guess my seventh or eighth.

That's how I learned to make myself cum, and bald twat gets the facial abuse treatment or less how I've done it ever since.

Over time I learned that someone else's tongue can bring me off, or their very, very, skilled fingers, but by and large I'm a self-reliant girl when it comes to clitoral stimulus.

Oh, and I can—and have—cum with a finger or more inside me, or with a cock inside of me, and even once with a cock up my ass (but that's another long story). But to this day it can be hard for me to achieve climax without a cock in my mouth, preferably trembling and leaking pre-cum.

With a cock in my mouth, it's a different story. I can cum so easy, then. In fact, one of my favorite things now is to line up a few guys with big dicks and have them fuck my mouth one by one while I finger myself.

That pretty much guarantees I'll have an orgasm or three, before it's over. And it's surprisingly easy to set up. (Like I said, guys aren't all that complicated where getting off is concerned, at least in my experience.) So I spend a lot of time with semen in my mouth and cum on my face, these days.

And I really like it. What can I say? I'm just a cock-sucking, sperm-loving, cum-slut kind of a gal. And proud of it. So that's my story. Maybe I would have become a semen-sucking cum slut anyway. Maybe it's inborn, not conditioned. But as far as I'm concerned, I have Linda Sue ffm threesome session with two hot chicks big tits and cumshot thank for the fact that I generally have a cock shoved down my throat and cum on my face when I climax.

So, thanks, Linda Sue, wherever you are. You put me on a weird road, but it's my road. And so far I love it. Chapter 2 — Glory Days I came back home from summer camp with my tail on fire. I had discovered The Orgasm and that was the most important thing I could possibly imagine right then. A girl has to have her priorities, after all. My path of discovery had admittedly been a little twisted by Linda Sue, my first love, who had taught me to touch myself under her strict supervision, while sucking on a dildo, and who had finally let me cum only when her boyfriend's cock was erupting in my virgin mouth.

The last few nights at summer camp I had explosive orgasms every night, with Linda Sue's boyfriend's dick cumming in my mouth every time.

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I was a little mixed up about all that. Okay, more than a little. I had licked Linda Sue, and loved her, in a puppy-dog fashion, so was I a lesbian? I definitely didn't have emotional attachments to any guys… but I did have a thing for dicks.

I really, really liked them. Especially when they came in my mouth during my explosive orgasms. I even kind of maybe had a taste for guy cum. So basically I had no idea what was going on, even in my own head. At night I was up late rubbing my love button with no real success. I was getting hot and bothered, but ultimately frustrated and a little sore.

I kept rubbing the magic 8-ball, and it kept saying "Answer hazy, ask again." Nothing to suck, no orgasm. So not fair. I was totally no-way going to try to get myself a boyfriend to suck on; I'd never had a boyfriend before, and the only guys I knew were dorks—you know, typical teenage guys; into video games and gross Internet porn with giant titty women being fucked up the butt.

No thanks, but No, thanks just the same. Anyway, I didn't want a boyfriend—I was too mixed up. All I wanted was a cock to suck on while I masturbated. So I opted for Plan B: get a dildo. True, I'd never had a for-real orgasm with just a dildo in my mouth, thanks to Linda Sue, but I had come awfully close a few times—also thanks to Linda Sue. It seemed worth a try. So. Off to my girl-friendly neighborhood dildo emporium, right? As if. There was this run-down adult book store I'd been past, in a pretty seedy part of town, that advertised sex toys in their window (and $0.25 movies, whatever those were).

It was a long walk from where I lived, but do-able. So I did it. It was a real old-school type well filmed amateur video hot girl fucked, the kind that there used to be a lot of, I guess, before they invented the Internet and fire and stuff. I figured I'd slip in, buy a little dildo, put it in my backpack, come home, go up to my room, put it in my mouth, and have a little suck-rub-cum party.

Easy peasy, like the old folks say. Not. I was so unprepared. It was like an avalanche of porn in there, stacked to the ceiling and totally in your face. I did see some pictures of women smiling with cum on their faces and dribbling out of their mouths, which was comforting, in a weird sort of way, but there was so much other REALLY weird shit.

I was kind of freaked out. I looked around for a little pink dildo. There were way too many really strange dildos that evilangel big black cock fucks brunette in ass grabbed at my attention. There were monster purple ones with spiky things sticking out, super monster black ones that wouldn't fit in my daypack, long bendy ones like two-headed snakes from some ancient dick-based mythology… The guy behind the counter noticed me.

"Backpack," he said. "Oh, right. Sorry, man." I handed over my daypack. He squinted at me. "You eighteen, girlie?" I pulled out my Kefauver High student ID (Go, Wildcats. yeah, whatever…), showing my 18th birthday six weeks ago.

He spent half a minute doing the arithmetic, then nodded. "Okay." He looked at me oddly. Just then I noticed that I was like, the only girl in the place. A bunch of older guys were trying to check me out without staring. Others were just plain staring. I was getting a little uncomfortable.

But I came here to get something, damn it. I cleared my throat. "Can I look at your dildos?" The guy gestured around. There must have been fifty, stacked high and low, mostly huge and weird, with strange alien attachments. "Any particular kind?" he asked, not unkindly.

I took a deep breath and just spilled. After all, the guy was a professional, right? Like a bartender, sort of. "Yeah, well I want something to suck on while I masturbate," I blurted out. "I'm not fire xxxxxx zzzzzz xxxxxxxxx dssdds xxxxx it will even work. I'm used to having a cock cum in my mouth to help me get off, so… what would be the most like that?

I don't have a lot of money," I finished. It had been quiet in a sort of furtive way in there the whole time, but suddenly it was like everyone was holding their breath. You could hear a pin drop, except for the recorded moaning and groaning coming from the video area in the back. "What?" I said. He looked thoughtful, which didn't seem to be an expression his face was really used to.

"You get off when a guy cums in your mouth?" he asked finally, like he was trying to set the record straight. "Yeah, basically." "Okay… I think we have something that will help. Yeah. Definitely. Uh, it's gonna take me a minute," he gestured at the stack of clutter overflowing the display case. "Tell you what. Take some tokens," he swept like ten dollars worth of video tokens into my hands from where they were stacked by the register.

"Go sit. Watch a movie. On the house. Take booth number twelve. It says closed, but don't worry about that. I'll… I'll come knock when I have something for you. Could be a while. Relax. Take a load… off." "Um. Yeah, okay. Sure. Um. Thanks. Thanks a lot." "Sure, chicka. My pleasure." I walked down a dark hallway in back, looking for booth twelve. There was a lot of panting and squealing coming from speakers inside little booths with doors.

Some were closed, but others were open. I could see they were all set up the same: a short, chrome and not-leather stool, TV screen with a coin slot, wastebasket, and a little shelf with a box of kleenex.

The kleenex seemed like a classy touch for such a cheesy dump, but hey. What did I know? The place smelled like sex. It smelled like cum. Guy cum. I got a tingle in my crotch. It smelled really, really good. In a really bad, dirty way. I was getting turned on. I found booth number twelve, one down from the end. Sure enough, it said "Closed" on the door in chalk. It also said "glory hole" in day-glo orange marker. Yeah, whatever. I walked in and closed the door.

It had a lock. Real privacy. I realized then that this was a place guys came to jack off watching porn. Duh. I should have figured. Hence the smell. Damn. All those dicks, shooting all that cum nearby, behind locked doors.

So near, and yet so what? Oh, well. I had some time to kill while I waited for my dildo. Maybe I could find a video of a girl who looked something like me, sucking cock, and imagine it WAS me, and, you know, give the old love button a twirl with an imaginary cock in my mouth.

It was worth a shot. Might be better than sucking a silly dildo, come to think. I locked the door. It lovely girl gets fucked by two guys a few tokens to figure out the video menu.

Those things really didn't last long! But finally I found something promising called an oral cream pie cumpilation, which turned out to be a movie of nothing but girls sucking cock and getting their mouths cum in.

It grossed me out, but it did turn me on, a little, so I dumped all the tokens in, unzipped, and decided to try something new. It was working, a little, but not quite enough. I was getting turned on, all right, but I couldn't get where I wanted to go. I really missed having something in my mouth. Looking at it and trying to imagine it was real seemed like a lot of work.

I guess that stuff is easier for guys. They're more visual—they see it, they believe it. Me, I need to taste it. I heard something scratching on the wall between my booth and the one next door. It was pretty dark, but I could make out a hole the size of a doorknob in the wall, partly blocked by a sliding panel.

I felt kind of guilty sliding the panel open. I probably shouldn't be peeping on some guy jacking off, but I was curious. Licking adorable babes sexy beaver hardcore and blowjob if I saw a real cock getting close, smelled it… Dreams really do come true. As soon as I slid the panel aside, before I could even get my eye to the oversized peep-hole, a large, semi-erect penis pushed through the hole, practically in my face.

I stared, my mouth watering, my pussy tingling. It waggled, like it wanted to play. A cock! Unsupervised! With no dorky guy attached! (Well, none visible anyway.) And it looked friendly. Inviting even. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I ventured. I pulled the stool over to the… the Glory Hole! Well, duh… skooched down until it was at mouth level, and pulled my jeans and panties down far enough to reach my love button without too much contortion.

The sight and smell of an aroused cock right in front of my face was intoxicating. Show time. I took the proffered dong in one hand and put the other hand in my pants. The cock stirred and started to stiffen as I handled it. It felt really good, warm and firm. I slipped a digit into my slit and fingered the magic eight ball, asking the same old question—but this time I felt the response changing from 'Answer Hazy, Ask Again' to 'Yes'.

It felt so good. The cock was getting hot and hard as I stroked it. A nice buzz started in my clit. Oh, yeah. I eased my mouth over the head and wrapped my lips around the shaft. Mmm. A very nice buzz. I started to suck on it. Bingo. My clit was humming with that Old Familiar Feeling. I was back on the path that I knew led home. I began to slide my mouth up and down, moving that lovely dick in and out of my face. The hole and wall arrangement was nice. I had total control.

I pulled back until just the head was in my mouth, filling it nicely, and began to contentedly lick and suck while I stirred my love button, knowing where this would lead.

The dick in my mouth unexpectedly began to leak a familiar greasy fluid. Wait! Not yet! Too late. It began to jerk and pulse, shooting jets of hot cum into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed, using my lips and tongue to keep that cock cumming as long as possible, while I feverishly rubbed my sweet spot for release.

But it was over too soon. That delicious prick I had had such high hopes for softened, slipped from my mouth, and disappeared back into the wall. What a gyp! I was kicking myself for taking my time, enjoying the ride, while this once-in-a-lifetime gift of no-strings-attached, ready-to-suck cock just came and went, without me finishing, when I heard a distinct scratching sound on the opposite wall. I turned to look, suddenly hopeful. Hallelujah! Another glory hole!

I slid the panel aside with two shaking hands, one hand shaking and skanky with my own pussy drool. The cock that came out of the wall this time was fully erect, longer and darker than I'd seen before, kind of a pale olive color, with a noticeable curve to the left. busty milf and teen babe horny threeway with nasty dude young old and pornstars

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It was very clean, and very handsome. My mouth literally watered as I approached the gently bobbing head, opened wide, and let my lips engulf it. It was hot, and hard, in the way that only cocks are—soft and tender on the surface, but firm, practically rigid, inside—and almost sweet.

It was way longer than my mouth was deep, so I only took it partway in. Then I let the tip slide out from my mouth and sucked the side of the shaft, sliding down from the head as far toward the base as far as I could reach, then back up.

It was responsive. It liked what Cum inside of eva notty was doing to it, I could tell. I sucked it slow, savoring the texture, not letting it get ahead of me. I was developing a spectacular buzz emanating from my love button, spreading in a warm wave through my loins. My finger was starting to distinguish different features of my clit: a sensitive shaft that I had to be gentle with, a hood I could germanic porns full ed sex stories print vigorously, and a shy tip that would get real sensitive if I tickled it tenderly, then would deliver jolts of pure joy right through me.

I was determined to climax with this cock before it was spent. I tried to focus on myself, to get there first, but my mouth wanted to taste this new cock's excitement too much. It was like an electric circuit.

The more jazzed the cock felt in my mouth, the more jazzed-up my girl parts got. I got on my knees on the black wooden floor and used both hands to get myself off, one rubbing my clit, the other teasing my pussy lips at the rim of my opening. As the feeling built, I thrust my mouth onto that beautiful, delicious cock again and again, fucking it with my face, as deep as I could.

I could feel it swelling, the skin getting tighter. I tasted the precum just as I crested the wave of pleasure coming out of my twat, and when the dam burst at last and spasms of sweet release flooded me from the center of my little universe, the cock in my mouth erupted, spurting cum like a hose, into my mouth, down my throat, spilling out onto my face, running down my chin.

It was like coming home. As I rode the wave of excruciating erotic joy, I felt for the first time that I was drawing almost as much pleasure from the cock as from my girl stuff. The cum wasn't actually sweet, but it was heady. It was good. I was hungry for it and I sucked it up greedily.

That was the moment I truly became a cum slut, sucking and serving that anonymous cock, worshipping it with my tongue and lips, savoring the semen that I licked off the shaft and sucked from the head. I knew that from that day on, for the rest of my life, even as a toothless granny, I would want to suck cock and taste cum shooting out of it—not just to help me reach my own orgasm, but for it's own sweet sake.

I used the kleenex to mop up the spilled semen, zipped up, and staggered out onto the street in an erotic daze, barely remembering to grab my daypack at the counter. I never went dildo shopping again, but I did visit my friendly neighborhood glory hole every chance I got for the rest of the summer.

By the last few weeks of my Magic Summer, I had a routine at the bookstore. I'd stroll in, nod at the guy behind the counter, and head down to booth twelve, daypack and all.

Some of the regulars would follow me into the back, semi-discreetly—I mean, not actually shoving or tripping over each other. Guy discreet, you know? I'd lock the door, drop trou, take a bottle of oil from my daypack and spread it on my happy parts, so I wouldn't rub myself raw over the next hour or two, and by then there would be scratching on both walls and I'd be open up.

The booth was small enough to let me use both holes at once. Both glory holes, that is. Fakeagent innocent blonde gets ride of life personal love hole and my bung hole were still virginal, thank you. Only my mouth was open to the public pubis. But that hole was open wide.

I'd open both glory holes and watch in satisfaction as the first two pricks of the day came through the walls. I was familiar with most of them by now, but there was almost always at least one new cock sometime during my suck-a-thon.

Sometimes the dicks emerged already fully erect, particularly the ones I knew well, as if they were anxiously awaiting reacquaintance with my oral pleasure palace. Others were at half mast, until I started giving them my attention.

I would take one in each hand and pump them up as needed, until they were both good and stiff. I liked the heft and feel of them.

I enjoyed the look of their veiny shafts and round heads, so different, yet so alike, all of them hard and wanting release. Then I'd settle into a squat, with one hand dipping into my personal playground, and I'd alternate a while—sucking one cock while pumping the other with my free hand, going back and forth, tasting and fondling, until I started to get that good feeling from Happy Valley.

Then I'd choose one cock to focus on and give it my undivided head, bobbing, sucking, swirling, licking, enjoying the way the pressure built as it approached orgasm. I liked to take my time with my own orgasm now. There were plenty of cocks. I'd casually keep the other cock in play with my free hand while I sucked my chosen dick, working it into a frenzy. Soon I'd feel it swell in my mouth, oozing precum. As often as not, when the first cock boiled over and started squirting warm bursts of cum into my mouth, I'd have a little 'gasm myself.

Just a warm up. The cum all tasted different. A few guys' tasted nasty, and I'd spit them into a kleenex, but most were okay or actually good, and I gobbled them up, sucking hard on the dicks while they came so I could get it all.

I always felt a little sad to see them pull back into the wall, soft and flaccid, but I also got a little feeling of satisfaction, of accomplishment. Man, it was nice to have another cock in my hand, already set to weenie enters young pussy of a amazing teen, especially if I was building toward a big climax. I could brunette teen hottie offers him all holes my mouth and start sucking another dick with no delay, fresh sperm still on my tastebuds, keeping my female mojo going uninterrupted until I clenched and came.

Nine times out of ten, when I came, the cock in my mouth would erupt too, no matter how long or short a suck I had given it. Girl power! I'd usually squat there, masturbating and swallowing cum—most familiar, some strange—for about an hour, sometimes two, until I had about four girl-gasms under my belt, at least two of them big ones.

Then I'd zip up and take off, a spring in my step, fresh pussy drool in my panties, cum in my tummy, and a big smile on my face. I particularly remember my next-to-last visit.

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There were a couple of regulars hanging around outside when I walked up, just waiting to see if I'd drop by, I think. (I was coming there pretty often by then.) We never spoke, never made eye contact.

But they sure checked out my ass and my bouncy little titties! They mainly wanted to see if I was a real girl, I think. Why it mattered, I'm not really sure. You put your dick through a hole in the wall and it gets sucked. Who cares who's doing the sucking? I guess maybe it's the principle of the thing. Or something.

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Anyway… I walked down to booth twelve, my heart already skipping a beat, locked the door, stretched, and pulled my pants and panties down, feeling a little moist and tingly Down Under. I took my time—olive oil, or coconut oil? Coconut stayed slippery longer, but olive oil had a warm sensual texture.

Hmm. I spread my clit and pussy lips with olive oil, then spread out a little bandana on the floor to soak up the drippage, and slid the first glory hole open for business. It was magic that day. First thing, the sweetest pink dick popped out of the wall, already pulsing with excitement. I took the round shaft in my havana ginger creams the cock with her spit and squeezed it.

It swelled in pleasure. I popped the reddening head into my mouth and sucked, running my tongue over the slit. I tasted that slippery foreshadowing precum right away, the perfect accompaniment to olive oil. I dipped my pussy finger into my mouth, mixing the olive oil and precum, tasting them together, running my finger around the cock head in my mouth, then returned my finger to my swollen clit, where I felt their mingled fluid textures sliding over me together. The dick in my mouth swelled impossibly, then gently splashed cum right onto my tongue, just like that.

I shuddered with a small girl-gasm of my own at the sudden surprising taste. I didn't let the cock slip from my mouth and out of my hand right away. I gripped it tight, sucking gently and licking all around the head, affectionately. It rippled and shot a little more come inside my mouth, as if to say thanks. I opened the other glory hole, already a little breathless, only to meet my old friend, the long olive cock with the left hand curve—the first glory hole cock I had cum on.

We had a happy reunion. I had been practicing for weeks now, and I was able to take the whole length of that long, handsome dong into my mouth, suppressing my gag reflex, and open my throat. I felt my throat muscles contract around the rim of his helmet as I swallowed. I rocked back and forth, that long cock down my throat, my fingers flashing over my oiled clit, for several minutes, taking it out only to breathe.

We came together massively. I almost fell over, and the man attached to the cock must have done the same—his weenie popped back through the hole with an audible plop, and I heard low, deep laughter from the other side of the wall. I sucked seven cocks that day, and had four breathtaking orgasms.

On this particular visit, I went on sucking cock and eating cum for a while—even after zipping up Miss Happy Pants—just for the pleasure of it: feeling them tremble, grow suddenly bigger in my mouth, then explode, pulsing with excitement, heat, and cum. Eventually I closed up shop, waited for the scratching on the walls to stop, and split. I was in a good mood, loose and happy, content, feeling like I'd eaten a little too much yogurt, but ready for a cup of dark roast coffee and something for dessert.

I had a pastry at a little cafe in the chi-chi district that was gradually eating away the seedy part of town. I felt like I owned this part of the city: Queen Cindy the First of the Olde Raunch District. I so ruled. My final visit to the bookstore a few days later was sad and different.

There were a bunch of cop cars out front and lots of flashing lights. I didn't go in. I walked past and made myself scarce for a while, and when I came back, the sign just said CLOSED. It never reopened. After a while I stopped going by. I poked into the few other, surviving smut stores, the last two nearby and a couple by beautiful haruka kaede fucked really hard diary edge of town, but none of them had anything like my Glory Hole.

It was the last of its kind, I guess. Like summer break, my glory days were over. It was time to leave my 'rent's house and start a new chapter in my life, anyway. I had confidence now that I would find other cocks to suck, somewhere. They were out there, just waiting for Cindy's Special Mouth.

I couldn't wait to taste them. And I was still a virgin! Time to fix that, soon, I thought.