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Freedom From a Small Town Ch. 01
This is the beginning of a saga. You might notice that the sex is slow in happening but as the saying goes all journeys start with a single step. Sorry to disappoint any of you that might have wanted something quick and brutal. It kind of reflects some of the happenings in my life but there are certainly some liberties taken. I promise that if you ll stick around a bit you see a little of everything here. Enjoy the read vote often and watch for the next segment coming soon.
Where to begin. Isn t that always the hard part? I could start at the beginning but there is too much boring stuff to sort through and I would loose everyone quickly. But then again if I don t no one would ever understand. Maybe a quick summary would be okay.
I was born Michael James Jones in a small hick town to very backwoods parents. We weren t white trash or anything like that it s just that both of them worked at a small plastic plant and attended church every Wednesday and Sunday. That was all they ever did. Sex was never discussed in any fashion.
School was typical. We attended all the grades in the same building and there were maybe two hundred students total at any given time. The staff attended the same church my parents did as that was the only one in town. Most of their husbands and wives worked at the same plastic plant as my parents did too. The only sex education came in the form of health class locker room mythology and Miss Simmons.
Miss Simmons was the only single teacher and also the only outsider to our little town. She was hired in as a teacher when the previous English teacher died of old age. Miss Simmons was the epitome of a high school student s wet dream. We would all brag about what we would do to her if we ever had the chance. Yeah I played along because that s what was expected but deep down inside I hated it. See I was in love with Miss Simmons. I know I know everyone has a crush on a teacher at one time or another but this was different. I loved her because there was something so different about her and she represented everything that I hated about Hicksville. There were so many nights that I would lay in bed dreaming of Miss Simmons. So many nights that my body would ache for her and I would secretly slide my hands into my jockeys and try to relieve all that teenage frustration. Then thoughts of church would slip in somehow and I would roll over and try to clean my mind of all the pictures it had of Miss Simmons.
See in my little Hicksville town of hell masturbation was sinful and required repentance at the first thought of touching myself. My cock would swell with passion and my mind would fill with anguished thought of Purgatory. Not so much the simple life after all huh?
It was the final two weeks of football season and our school was in the playoffs again. It wasn t that we were actually a great team it was that we were one of the only small schools in our division. Sure there were the college scouts and occasionally one of the jocks would receive a scholarship to some far off university. Thing is that we would never hear from the athlete again. There would be the occasional headline in the 10 page newspaper about some game across the country and how Tim Smith Local Hero would be on the starting lineup but none of the guys would ever come back. Wait I m getting off track here. Back to the winning season.
I was playing defensive tackle and wasn t half bad. I wouldn t be one of the ones that anyone would come to scout out but my six foot 195 pound body was more than effective and I liked to play. I liked to play a lot.
We had suited up for Tuesday practice when tragedy struck. I was sprinting through the locker room to get out on the field when a door came out of nowhere and knocked me on my ass. I guess that the coach was coming out of his office to see what the commotion was and just as I was running past he opened his door. I was padded up and the actual impact was hardly anything to talk about. But there was also a bench next to his door and when I went down I twisted sideways and landed on the bench.
Some of the guys swore they heard a crack but it was more like an explosion in my back from all the fireworks going off in my head. I saw a white flash that matched the unbelievable pain and that was that. Everything was lights out.
When I came too half the team was leaning over the entire coaching staff. The coaches were trying to keep them all back and in the distance I could hear the sirens. Shit! This must be bad if they called the ambulance. The head coach Mr. Johnson had his face all screwed up funny and was telling me to take it easy. I tried to set up and nothing was happening. There were a lot of rather large needles that raced up and down my legs and back. They turned into knives real quick. Before I could settle back down there was another bright flash and then nothing.
One smell that you might never forget is the sterile scent of a hospital room as you swim your way back to consciousness. It s the first thing that you become aware of and it takes days to wash itself from your mouth. The next thing that I was able to grasp was that my mother father and the coach were there with me. They were whispering and you know that s got to be bad. I asked them what was wrong and Coach was the first one to walk over to the bed. He told me that the doctors said it was a severely pinched nerve and that things would be alright soon enough. He kinda let it hang there in the air for a moment and I knew that the season was over for me. We have a very grounded sense of reality in Hicksville. There s no reason that the air needs to be polluted with the smell of human bullshit. My grandfather used to say. Still holds true. Especially in Hicksville.
Now I know that I promised not to drag this on and there hasn t been a single sex scene but stick with me for a moment longer. If you didn t know all this then you wouldn t understand the directions thing went after I left the hospital. There s only a few more boring tales and then I promise it will get better.
Remember what I said about the human bullshit stinking up the air? Well the doctors released me from the hospital Friday morning and I wasn t even allowed to attend the next to last regular season game. If we won this game and the next we could be looking at three additional weeks to play. Coach had one rule that he pounded into us year after year miss one regular season game and you don t play in the playoff games. I didn t think that this would really apply to me I was injured and all. When I asked him if I was going to be allowed to play he simply stated that my injury didn t happen on the field. Talk about the air starting to stink. When I asked him about not getting to go to the game that night he simply told me that it was doctors orders that I not get bounced around or it might aggravate the nerve. The way that he was ProNouciating the words the nerve in my back wasn t the only one in danger of agitation. In short I was off the team and merely a mortal again.
Yeah the team one and there was lots of celebrating of which I was not invited to. Monday came and instead of my sacks being touted around the school halls it was some other jerk that was the hero of the day. I spent all day slinking from class to class wallowing in waves of self-pity. Until Miss Simpson s class.
Try as I might I could not stop my outright love of this woman from squashing the hate and anger that had been threatening to burst all day. There was simply something about the way that she moved the way that she smelled. Hell even the plain sweater and long skirt was enough to pull me out of the quagmire for a while. But only for a while. Ted Stout took care of that. He was the instant hero that I mentioned before. He made some wise-assed remark about gimpy-backed wannabes and there was no way to miss the fact that he was talking about me. I spent the last of the class hidden under my ball-cap and didn t utter another sound. All I could think of was getting my back in shape and then tackling Stout s ass too soon.
The bell went off with it s usual clang and not too soon. I was more than ready to limp all the way home without the luxury of the bus ride just to get away from all the assholes.
Mr. Jones? Miss Simpson was calling me. I d like to talk to you for a moment or two if you don t mind.
I sighed that defeated breath of sudden gloom trying to figure out what I d done now. Slumping back into my chair as slow as I could to prevent the inevitable pain I could hear the snickers of the before mentioned assholes. The class emptied and I waited. Miss Simpson was busy clearing her desk.
Mikey I know that this mess has you all twisted up inside but why are you letting it ruin your day? Wow she called me Mikey. Being that she was Miss Simpson she could call me limpdick and I wouldn t care. But she called me Mikey and that meant that there wasn t anything wrong.
I don t know Miss Simpson. I thought for a moment or too and tried to avoid looking at her. I was always honest with her but anytime that I looked at her I would get tongue-tied. It s just that this was my last year and even though I know that I won t go to college or anything because of it I love the game. I love to play and I know that I m good. Christ I was starting to ramble.
What do you mean not going to college . Why in the hell would you say that? She cusses? I wondered to myself. You are the brightest student that I have in the senior class and I thought that you were going to try and do something with the knowledge that you seem to possess. I had to look at her then.
I mean look at yourself for a moment. You re 18. You have a great physique. That turned my face red. You ve scored dammed well on the SAT s and ACT s. Any college would love to get their hands on you. She walked over to where I was setting and settled into a chair next to me. That was cool and all but when she put her hand on my arm the only thought was that I could not get hard. I started repeating it over and over in my head. Don t get hard don t get hard don t get hard.
Mikey? Mikey? Oh shit. She was talking to me and I couldn t concentrate on what she was saying. Mikey I asked you if you were still riding the bus? All I could do was nod. Is it your back? You seem flushed. Are you okay?
No I m okay Miss Simpson really. I was just thinking about the college thing Was she going to buy it? She nodded and I sighed a mental breath of relief.
Well listen I want to talk to you about this. Can I give you a ride and we discuss this on the way to your folks?
I nodded again almost afraid to do anything else. Why was I thinking about her this way now? She was trying to help and all I could do was pray that the ache in my jeans would go away before I had to stand up. It didn t. She stood up first and when she offered a hand to help the contact only cemented the growing hardness. Fuck Fuck Fuck.
If she noticed she didn t say a word thankfully. She walked over to her desk and collected her bag and then returned to escort me out.
The walk to her car mainly concerned my comfort. We walked real slow which was fine and I was able angle the lump in my pants away from her. Thankfully it was gone before we got outside. The parking lot was already starting to empty and we got into her little foreign looking car. It only had two seats and that put me right back into the danger zone. This time I was surrounded by the smell of her. Damn did she ever smell good too. Of course this could only lead to one thing and I slipped my books onto my lap before she could see that telltale tent.
Buckle-up Mikey. She was latching hers as I tried to twist around. There were the knives again and I must have let out a small moan or something. Oh fuck Mikey I m so sorry. I should have realized… She quickly unbuckled and leaned over to help me. I was so torn up on whether or not to pass out or spend the rest of my life smelling her auburn hair. Flowers and something musky. Damned if I didn t feel dizzy all the sudden. It was almost like sitting there but not being there and when she moved my booked from my lap she had to have seen the bulge. When she dragged the seatbelt over and I felt her hand brush against it she had to have felt it. But to this day I swear I was not sitting in that car just then. I was there of course but I wasn t.
Well let s get you to the house and then we ll take care of that. What? Oh yeah my back. Surely she was talking about my back.
I tried to listen as she drove the few minutes from one end of town to the other. I really did. But I was still floating off somewhere. What the hell was wrong with me?
Hello. Earth to Mikey. Are we still here? I heard the light tinkling of laughter.
When I was able to focus and I realized that we were pulled up into the drive of her house. Can you get out of the car? I looked over at her and it was like seeing someone all brand new. Her face was lit up and she was more beautiful than I could ever remember.
We re at your house. I know that I must have looked stupid because it sure did sound stupid.
You really are out of it aren t you? she laughed. Mikey I told you six blocks ago that I needed to stop by my place to pick up some mail to send out. It s on the way to your house and you even told me that it was okay. I could vaguely remember something about mail but felt my face turn several shades of red.
Miss Simpson I have to tell you something.
Please Mike call me Denise and if it s about the crush that you ve had on me for two years I know. She leaned a bit closer to me and whispered in my ear If it s about the hard-on that you have in your pants I swear I will never tell a soul. Oh shit fuck piss. She knew.
Mike please I ve seen the way that you ve looked at me and in case you aren t aware the desks do nothing that hide any of the boy s hard-ons. At all. I see them all day long and while it s wrong of me to think anything I do get flattered as much as any other woman would. All I know is that at that moment all I wanted to do was sink down through the seat down past the floorboard and ooze my way home somehow.
Let s get inside and I ll pour some ice tea for the two of us and we ll talk about college. Nothing more than that I promise. Just promise me one thing… She left that in the air till I looked at her. We are both adults and all I want you to know is that you can trust me completely.
She climbed out of the car and came over to my side. I was starting to think again and when she opened my door I climbed out on my own. She started to help me and I took the opportunity to try and hug her. She was gentle but pushed me away. Not here Mike I m a teacher and you re a student. Don t ever forget that. She offered a shoulder and supported me as we started into the house. But when we get inside I m Denise and you re Mike. Damn this erection anyways.
We ended up talking about school believe it or not. The tea was as good as my mother ever made except that Denise put a couple of mint leaves in it. It was relaxing in a way because we sat across the coffee table from each other and it was something that I found myself more and more interested in. There could actually be life outside of Hicksville. The room slowly started growing dark and I knew that it was late.
Mike should you call your Mom and Dad so they don t worry? She got up from the couch that she was sorta lying on and went through the room lighting candles. I don t want you in trouble with them. She pointed to the phone and I got up to make the call.
I kept it short and simple. It wasn t like I had a curfew but Denise was right they would worry if they didn t hear from me. My injured back and all. While I was explaining that I was talking to a teacher about my grades and future Denise came up behind me and nudged me gently. I turned to her and she mouthed out hurry . I told them that I might go and hang out a little and that not to wait up. Yes everything was fine and that my back was fine too. It was a lot of gesturing on their end but all part of being a parent in this place.
When I finally hung up I looked over at Denise and she patted the cushion next to her on the couch. There s something that we need to talk about Mike. After sitting down she leaned back a little. The reason that I keep bringing the subject of college is that I want to make you an offer she chuckled a little I want to make you an offer you can t refuse.
This is my last year here. I m quitting at the end of the school year and moving to Richmond. I know that my jaw was starting to slowly fall. I received an offer from a University there and I want to take it. Of course that means that I have to move and leave all this behind another chuckle but there is more for me in Richmond. There could be more for you too. I swear I heard my teeth rattle when my jaw finally hit the floor.
Denise leaned close to me and using two fingers she closed my mouth. Remember that dizzy feeling? It slammed back into me with a vengeance.
There are two things that I need to let you all know at this point. One is that the last kiss I ever had was in the 7th grade from a girl that I can t even remember her name. It s not because I m ugly or anything but that I just never had another chance is all. Secondly and it should be a no-brainer is that I was still a virgin. Maybe not to my hand but certainly towards any other living being. What was happening now was totally new ground. Denise leaned a bit closer.
I know you re a smart man Mike tell me what you re thinking right now right here. I could feel her sweet breath on my mouth.
I think that this is the point that I m supposed to kiss you or something. We were so close at this point that I could feel the heat from her mixing with my own.
You get an A.
How many people remember that first grown-up kiss? You know who it was. You know where it happened. You remember the taste the feel and the excitement. The thing is you remember every last detail and it becomes a living thing. It s a memory that you relive and it never looses a bit of the magic.
It was several moments before we pulled apart. Now mind you there was no tongue or anything but it was totally the sensual thing that I will ever experience. Well up to that point.
Now Mr. Jones let s stay on the subject. Oh and by the way you get an A for effort as well. She settled back a little but snaked her feet into my lap. Without thinking I dropped my hands to them and started rubbing them. I want you to go with me. This is a one-time offer and I need an answer before the end of the evening. So here s my offer.
I was trying to think and rub her feet. That kiss did something to me that seemed to ease all the nervousness. I m listening.
I want you to go with me and live with me. You will pay your own way but I think that I can help you secure either a student loan to help with your school expenses or we can apply now for a scholarship. She eased down into the couch a little more and I swear she was trying to feel the newly reborn erection I was sporting at the time.
If we can apply now everything will be ready by the time you graduate. You can move with me and I will take care of all the costs of living. You will have to pay for everything past that. Her feet were starting to actually rub against my cock at this point. It was an incredible tease and I was beyond enjoying it.
Why are you doing all this Denise? I pulled her feet till the pressure was enough to push my cock tight against my pants. Why go to all the trouble of this when you could have anyone else around you other than me?
Because you re smart and you deserve a lot more than you ll ever get in this shit-forsaken town. She knew what I was up to and started rubbing her toes the length of my cock. And because part of me loves you. That stopped me cold.
Now wait a second Mike I said a part of me. I m not saying love as in marriage and kids. I m saying love in the way that I want you around and I want to see what you can become. You have more inside you than you might realize and I don t want that wasted here. Her feet were definitely doing more for me at that moment than my hand ever did. Okay okay enough of this. She sat up and pulled her feet from my crotch with one movement. For a second I thought that I had done something horribly wrong.
I have got to see if my feet are lying to me or not. When she swapped sided on the couch and her head was close to mine all I could do was stare into her eyes. Are your going to tell me what I already know or do I have to ask? I had no idea what she was talking about and she saw the lost look easily enough.
Oh my God Mike you are aren t you. You re still a virgin. Now if anyone else had ever said this to me I would have been either mortified or pissed beyond anything but seeing the look of wonderment in her eyes squashed anything other that the truth.
Yes .
There was nothing else said and really nothing to say. She simply reached for my belt buckle. When it snapped open I eased up off the couch and she undid my pants. I slid them down and off with her help and she pushed me back down on the couch. She fished into my boxers and her eyes widened when she pulled my hard cock from my pants.
Oh sweet Jesus she sighed and then plunged her mouth down around my cock. I felt it all. Everything. The sweetness of her lips. The swirl of her tongue. The slight nip and scrape of her teeth. I remember there being a lot of sighing and moaning but whether it was hers or mine doesn t matter to me. This was beyond anything that I could comprehend.
Her hands were busy running over my chest and down to my thighs. I reached up and pulled my shirt off and let it fall to the floor. She was running her lips from the tip of my cock all the way to the base of it and each time there was a slight slurping sound. I was so busy watching the top of her head that I missed the part where she slid out of her skirt and worked her sweater up to her shoulders.
A little help here please Mr. Jones . I realized what was happening and pulled her sweater off. I distinctly remember wishing that she would raise up so that I could see her body but her mouth attacked my cock once more. I could feel her bare breasts on my thighs and knew in an instant that the small points were her nipples. This was just as stimulating as her mouth was and I felt a low rumbling in my swollen balls.
Denise…Denise? I tried to pull her up because I knew what was coming so to speak. God Denise stop or I m going to orgasm. I was fairly yelling at this point.
She stopped what she was doing and sat up. Her lips covered me and although I knew that she had just been sucking my cock her lips were the sweetest thing that I had tasted to that point in my life.
Most people say that they are going to cum. Orgasm is so clinical sounding. So try it again. She lowered her head again and I swear she was working harder and faster this time.
Denise I mean it. I m going to orgas…I m going to cum if you don t stop. I tried to pull her away from the impending event but she only pushed my hands away and moaned against my hardened length. I felt my cock swell even larger and knew that I was seconds away from my first orgasm with someone other than myself. She pulled up for a second with a wet sounding pop.
I m the teacher and you are my student. From now on you are to listen and learn. Agree? She looked into my eyes and I could see what lust was all about at that moment in my life. I simply nodded and pulled her head back close to my cock.
She slowly slid my entire length into her mouth and started humming low. I could feel all of the vibrations from tip to base and started shaking. She was relentless and started up and down on my shaft. I could barely hang one and then it happened. With a roar I started cumming.
It was chocolate sundaes on a hot summer s Saturday night. It was the sweetest rose on St Valentine s Day. It was the perfect caramel covered apple at Halloween. No it was better than that. This was sex. This was sex with the person who had fueled my fantasies for two years and I was at her mercy.
I could feel pulse after pulse leap from my cock into her swallowing mouth. She grabbed my hand and held it to her throat as proof of her desire. With each shot of my cum I could feel the muscles in her throat constrict. Every fiber of my being was screaming with song. And she was my orchestra. It felt ethereal and I grew lost in the glorious dark of passion.
I felt her shifting closer to me but I couldn t open my eyes yet. I wanted to just exist for a moment longer. She ran a hand along my cheek and leaned in to kiss me. When our lips met she parted mine with a short stab of her tongue. Some of what I had given her was there sliding it s way from her mouth to mine and I gladly took it. Her gift to me as I had gifted her. We parted and at last I opened my eyes.
That s the part of you that I love Michael. That is the part that I knew was there. She whispered. She stood and offered her hand. There is much for you to learn. Are you ready for the next lesson? I slowly nodded and rose to meet her.
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I don t know what happened. I mean I don t do such things and I never had any idea I ever would but I did.
It began on Saturday morning the 21st of June. Solstice Day. Gina asked me last Monday about going with her to the festival some of her friends were putting together for this day but I said I just couldn t. I d heard about what people did at those festivals and that kind of behavior wasn t for me.
Oh Sybil loosen up a little Gina laughed. With a name like Sybil you have to do those kind of nature festivals. You d fit right in.
When I went to bed Friday night everything seemed normal. I did go to sleep naked. I do that once in awhile and I admit I like it but it seems a little immoral so I don t do it often. I limit myself to not more than once a week and when I do it it s always on Friday night. I can t do it on Saturday night because then I d wake up naked on Sunday morning and that just wouldn t be right. Not that anybody would know of course but somebody might ask and then I d be embarrassed and then they d know.
Anyway when I woke up Saturday morning the sun was already lighting the room. I checked my radio alarm. It read 5:22. Then I did something that brought me completely awake. It was the first thing I did and I did it without thinking. I said quietly but aloud and as plain as day Fuck.
I hate that word. I never use it. I always cringe on the inside when I hear it. I think it s a very crude word and it usually makes me feel dirty. There are a lot of words like that I think and I hate every one of them. I have no idea why it just popped out like that.
Fuck. I listened to it roll around in my ears and then not thinking I repeated it. Fuck.
It dawned on me that it didn t disgust me as it usually did. In fact I kind of liked the sound of it. I said it again repeating it at slow intervals. I felt weird doing it but it wasn t as bad as I d experienced it before then. It was kind of like someone had given me permission to hear it from my own voice. I realized then that I d never actually said the word. I wondered if there was a difference whether a person says a word or whether they hear it.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
It got to be kind of fun. I started to laugh. I said the word louder and repeated it a little faster.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It was great. I got out of bed and padded into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and said it where I could see me speaking it.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
My face didn t break or go bad. Actually I am a pretty girl. Everybody has always said so even before I grew up. Three years ago when I moved into this ground-floor apartment and began to live on my own my mother warned me to be careful of men in my life and never ever let a man come into the apartment alone or else I would be tempted to succumb to the kind of life her sister Delilah did with men everywhere all times of the day and night. Mom didn t approve of Delilah s knowing so many different men but it always looked to me like Delilah had a lot more fun than Mom did. I didn t know what to make of it. I knew Mom was right though and I didn t want to be an immoral woman like Aunt Delilah. Mom warned me that ground floor apartments were dangerous so I had to keep my shades down and the curtains pulled all the time. I did what my mother said except some days after I was up and dressed I would open the shades and curtains and let the light in. I love light. I never told mother that I did that. She would have been mortified.
I stood there in front of the mirror speaking to my reflection. I looked at myself from head to toe and I kept repeating the words sometimes softly sometimes quite loud.
Sybil I said to myself you are standing here saying the word fuck over and over like some immoral person. Why doesn t it sound immoral? There you are all five-feet-five inches of you with your standard All-American 34C boobs and your 26-inch waist and your 34-inch hips and your dark brown eyes and long honey-blonde hair down to your waist and your lightly covered slit and you want to put your hand down there and you never do that kind of thing but you re going to do it right now.
I watched as I slid my right hand flat on my belly slowly down to my crotch and inserted a finger in my soft slit. I know what s there of course. I had sex education in high school and I did read another book about it too. Gina tells me she does it a lot masturbate and it feels very good. She says she slides her finger very softly over her clitoris and sometimes she can bring herself off that way. That s the way she says it bring myself off. She means she feels especially good.
I don t masturbate. A few times my fingers have rubbed there but only one or two rubs and I stop. It s sinful to masturbate. Mom always said I d go crazy if I masturbated myself so I don t do it. I don t want to be crazy. This morning I stood in front of the mirror and I watched as my hand seemed to go down there of its own accord and I felt it rub and very soon it found my clitoris. It felt very good. It felt as if this was a most wonderful thing to do. I kept rubbing very lightly and pretty soon I felt myself begin to quiver and my knees went weak and I leaned on the edge of the sink counter with my other hand and then I felt the most wonderful feeling go through me and I wondered if perhaps I was getting sick and I realized that when I get sick it never feels this good. I realized I was pressing against my clit more firmly while the shock went through me like that. When it stopped I let my fingers slide down a little more and I felt wetness. At first I thought I must have peed but I didn t remember feeling myself doing that and I do know what that feels like. I remembered then what I learned in sex education that a woman gets wet between her legs when her body is ready to have sex with a man.
I kept on looking in the mirror and I brought my hands to cover my breasts.
Tits. Oh-oh! I never use that word either. I think it s very rude and very coarse. I have breasts not tits.
Tits. I said squeezing my breasts. No that s not quite right. I squeezed my tits. I laughed.
Boobs I said as I squeezed again. Where were all these awful words coming from and why didn t they feel evil as I said them?
I sat down on the toilet to piss. Oops! I don t piss I pee. That s bad enough pee but piss is not used by nice people. I let the stream go. Piss I said. Yes I like to piss I said. It feels good to piss.
I looked down between my thighs as the stream stopped.
Fuck. I repeated and watched as my hand went there. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck my cunt.
Oh! That was new too! Where did that come from? I pulled my hand back and put it on my thigh.
Cunt. That s another word I always thought was kind of coarse.
Cunt I said it again and one hand immediately dropped down between my legs and a finger slipped into my vagina just one knuckle. It felt very good I must admit. I pushed it in and out slowly. Every time I did that it felt better and better. My finger went deeper and deeper into my opening. Then I realized I was using two fingers. Soon I was having another quiver like I d had before.
Cunt. Fuck my cunt. Fuck. Fuck. Cunt.
I felt as if I wanted to say these words all day. If anyone came I d have to watch myself but of course no one comes to see me unless I invite them.
Fuck my cunt. Kiss my tits. Suck my twat. Oh no another one! What a disgusting idea! Somehow though I didn t really believe that just then. I felt like it was something I wanted to experience.
I got up and stood in front of the mirror again. I had to admit again that I was at least as pretty as most other girls I knew. Gina always says I am beautiful. I suppose it s for other people to decide for you.
Reluctantly I turned away from the mirror and went back into my bedroom. I stood there for a couple of minutes trying to decide what to wear. Usually it s not a chore to decide that but today I realized I really didn t want to put anything on. I twirled around slowly my arms outstretched. It felt good to do that. After a couple of turns I found myself at my bedroom window. I pulled the curtain back brought the shade up and opened the window to let the fresh air in. I looked out at the back alley. Nobody was out there. I went out into the living room. It overlooked the street. I pulled the curtains and shades on all three windows. The room was very bright. There were a few cars going by and then a man walked by. He didn t even look at my apartment. I realized I didn t care if he did. No I told myself I wish he would look I wish he would take a look at my naked body.
Fuck!
I went into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee and fry a couple of eggs. I pulled up the curtains and shades on the large window there looking out on the street. I realized my apartment was looking very bright now. I liked the feel of it. I went to the door and stepped out into the hallway to pick up my newspaper. It didn t feel scary at all to go out there like that naked right there in the hallway where anybody could have opened a door and seen me naked. I came back in and made my breakfast and sat down at the table right next to the window where I could look out. It was not quite six o clock. I opened the paper and turned it to the comics page. I looked out the window as I turned the pages back and there were two younger women passing by. One of them turned to look at me as she passed. Her eyes went wide as she saw I was naked. She stopped and nodded toward my window said something and her companion also turned. The second woman broke into a huge grin and lifted her hands over her head clasped together like a boxer who has just won his bout. I giggled. It made me feel good. They went on.
I ate my breakfast as I read the paper. I forgot that I was naked. I have no idea who passed my place or whether they looked in and I didn t care. When I finally decided it was time to get about cleaning the apartment it no longer occurred to me that I was still naked.
Fuck I said softly as I got up from the table. Fuck my cunt I said still softly. Lick my twat suck my boobs fuck me fuck me fuck me! I said my voice getting louder and louder although I really didn t say it loudly at all. I did laugh though. I laughed because I d never seen a naked man never seen a live penis never touched a man under his underwear or anything like that. All of a sudden that seemed to be very desirable. The last man I kissed was my father and that was when I was in the seventh grade. Daddy wouldn t kiss me after that. He said something about my growing up was getting to be too much for him. Gina says it s disgusting that I ve never kissed anybody romantically. She said I didn t know what I was missing and I said if I was missing it I d know wouldn t I?
I brought a wet dishrag to the table to wash it off. I was facing the window. I glanced up and there was a man outside who looked like he was frozen in place. His eyes were wide open and he was staring at me. I thought he was about to have a stroke or something. He was staring at my chest. My tits (oooooh!) were dangling a little. It looked like he was looking at them. I had a sudden urge to shake my shoulders a little and I did. The man looked like he was going to pass out. His hand went to his crotch and he covered himself. I wondered why.
Fuck my cunt I said out loud and I smiled at him but of course he couldn t hear me. I didn t say it very loud and even though the window was open he couldn t know what I was saying. I wanted him to come inside. Just then he turned away and seemed to stagger off reeling as he walked. He was shaking his head too.
I spent the next two hours vacuuming doing laundry changing my bed doing dishes and I sat at the kitchen table and paid some bills. All the time I was naked. I d never done any of those things naked before. I never had been naked this long before either. I liked the feeling. I told myself that maybe I would be naked in the future as much as possible. This was a lot of fun.
All the time I was repeating to myself some of the naughty words I d never liked before and never used before but which now seemed to be delicious to say and hear. Fuck. Cunt. Tits. Boobs. Twat. Piss. The words rolled around in my mouth over my tongue and emerged into the air around me as if hanging for me to see them and acknowledge them.
Just then my door bell sounded. I had just finished writing checks and was putting the checkbook away. I glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. 9:57. I wondered who it might be. Without thinking I went to the door quickly and pulled it open. A young man was standing there my paper boy. He s not really a boy of course he s a full grown man maybe twenty-two or twenty-three years old.
Oh yes time for collection isn t it Mike? I asked smiling. I never even noticed the glaze in the Mike s eyes. I went to get the check book out again and as I turned back I realized I was naked. For the briefest moment I had a pang of embarrassment then I quickly told myself silently to get over it. I even smiled.
You like being naked so what s the big deal I told myself. I returned to the door and leaned over the little table in the entryway to write the check. I wanted Mike to see my hanging boobs. It felt very good for me to know I was making him feel good.
Uh Sibyl uh I don t know what to say but do you know you re . . . uh well . . . do you know you re . . . not dressed? I could tell he was trembling.
Yes Mike I know that. I just didn t want to get dressed today. Do you mind me this way? I couldn t believe I was talking to him so calmly. I stood up straight to hand him the finished check. I knew he could see everything about me that was different from him. I wanted to step to him wrap my arms around him press my tits against his chest. I felt a sudden urge between my thighs.
Mike do you want to come inside for a little while and visit? I asked brightly. I didn t know exactly what I was going to do but all of a sudden I wanted him to take off his clothes too and be naked with me. Mike looked very nice and clean and I knew from other times when he came to collect that he was a bright young man who was working his way through college. I knew he lived with his mother and that he didn t date very much.
I felt very much alive more alive than I ever remembered feeling. I was very conscious of my body. All of a sudden I was aware in a different way that I was completely naked and I liked it a lot. I liked that there was a boy there with me even though he wasn t naked. Yet. I could feel my breasts. I giggled and told myself I could feel my tits. I looked down and saw that my nipples were hard and sticking out a little. I could feel my cunt. I was wet. It felt as if it was very eager to be touched by the boy s cock.
Oh! There s another word! Cock! Cock. Dick. These were all words I d heard at different times in my life and now they seemed like just the right words to use. Just thinking them made me feel hungry to have one. I was glad they were there that they were available to me.
Mike looked warily at me but he came in as I held the door wide for him. He did his best to avoid touching me but I managed to keep the space small enough that he had to brush across my nipples. It felt wonderful! Carefully I closed the door behind him.
Want a cup of coffee? I asked facing him directly and standing about three feet away from him. His face was flushed a bright red.
Uh yeah sure he said nervously. Uh did you want me to do something? he asked. He really was very nervous.
Would you like to take off your clothes too? I asked with a big grin. I felt very bold.
Oh wow! he said as if he was breathing the words. His voice was very low. Really? You want me to get uh . . . like you are?
I d like that very much! I said my voice steady and as if it was the most natural thing in the world to say. Inside I was trembling so hard I wondered how I could be so calm on the outside. I want to see what you look like naked.
It s embarrassing Mike said. He stood there for a moment stock still and I didn t say anything I just looked into his eyes. His hand slipped to the buttons of his shirt and he began to open them up. He was wearing shorts and sandals too. I saw right away he didn t have an undershirt on. He looked very nice. I liked the way his chest looked very fit and square and strong. He was maybe six feet tall. His waist was narrow and so were his hips. He pulled his shirt off and laid it carefully over the back of my stuffed chair.
Is this all right here? he asked politely as he turned. I liked the way the muscles in his back rippled. I wanted to touch him. He turned back to me and stood there.
Go on I urged quietly. Keep going I added.
Really? he asked obviously feeling very self-conscious. His hand went to the waist of his shorts and he slipped them down over his hips. He had on a pair of briefs and his pecker was making it jut straight out. I giggled.
What s funny? he asked.
Oh nothing I m impressed I said. I never saw a boy naked never. Not even when I was little. I didn t do any babysitting and my mother watched over me very closely. Remember I told you before I hardly ever dated?
Oh yeah Mike said but he was still embarrassed. I suppose you want me to take these off to He said hooking his thumbs into the sides of his briefs. Then he was naked as his briefs slid down his legs. He stepped out of his sandals and pushed the shorts and briefs over his feet. He carefully folded everything and put them with his shirt then nudged the sandals under the edge of the chair. His pecker was jutting straight up as if it was aiming at his chin. It looked as if it was very hard. I guessed it was probably six inches long at least. It looked like it was the thickness of a Polish sausage.
Does that hurt being like that? I asked pointing to his cock.
No not really he said.
May I touch you? I asked looking into his eyes and my arm stretched toward his crotch.
You really want to? he asked disbelieving but he nodded his permission.
I reached out and put my finger tip on the end of his cock. It felt a little bit like rubber but it also felt warm-make that hot -and I grasped it with my fingers. It felt wonderful alive and strong and hard and suddenly I wanted to kiss it. I found myself kneeling in front of him and kissing the end of his dick. He gasped and his cock twitched and kind of slapped me in the cheek lightly. I giggled and chased it down kissing it again on the tip and then up and down the shaft and then it was in my mouth. I don t remember how it got there but it was there and I liked it there. I liked the way it filled my mouth. It seemed to be made just for my mouth. I moved my head back and forth on it. I felt it quiver. After a few minutes I felt something happening and it excited me.
I m coming! he growled softly. I almost inhaled him. I didn t want him to leave me. I wanted to keep his cock in my mouth. If I d thought I could have eaten it I would have. All of a sudden I felt something surging and then my mouth was getting filled rapidly with a thick fluid more than I could handle and I liked the taste and I choked on it and I swallowed some of it and I tried to swallow everything but I couldn t and it came out around my mouth and kind of ran down my chin and got some on my cheek and some on his dick and he shot more of it into me and on my face and some of it dripped on my tits and ran down a little to my belly and even a few drops on my thighs.
Finally he seemed to be done and I realized I needed to breathe and I sat back. Then I leaned forward again and took his pecker into my mouth again and I licked it and kissed it and it was getting very soft and then it was kind of small. I giggled when I saw it that way maybe two or three inches long and all shriveled up and soft. I loved it. I put it against my cheek.
I m so sorry! Mike said looking very anguished. Oh Sybil I m so sorry!
I liked it I announced firmly. I wouldn t mind doing that again some time.
I better dress and go he said.
Why? Can t you stay a little longer? I want you to stay naked with me and do some more things with me if you d like. And you didn t get your coffee either!
What do you want to do? he asked looking a bit frightened.
I d like you to fuck me I said. I was surprised at how easy it was to say that. I thought briefly how good it was that my doctor had snipped me when I was sixteen.
Oh god! he moaned. His tone changed as he spoke again.
But I can t I gave you everything I had! he wailed.
Why don t we have that coffee and I have a little crumb cake and then we can see what happens okay? I asked. And I think I want to wash my face too.
I went into the bathroom leaving the door open. I sat and pissed not caring that Mike could watch me if he wanted to or that the sound could be heard. I washed my face and tits and thighs and belly. When I came out I poured us some coffee and laid out the crumb cake. We sat across the table from each other. It seemed that Mike could hardly take his eyes off my chest. He stared and stared at my boobs. I poured seconds on the coffee as we talked and stared at each other although Mike had a bit more to stare at than I did. His lap was hidden under the table but my tits were right there practically in his face. I loved the way he was looking at me.
Sybil he said after a little while his voice low and husky can I ask a favor?
Sure what?
Uh would you mind if I kissed your uh you . . .. uh your uh you know . . .. uh your . . . boobs?
I d love it! I squealed happily. I d really like you to do that Mike!
I jumped up and went around the table to his chair. My tits were at just the right place for him to suck on. I could see his cock again too. It was hard again not as hard as it had been before but hard enough. I knew it would be easy for him to put it inside me. My cunt felt as if it was very hungry for that to happen.
Oh and look you re getting hard again! Oh neat! I said and I beamed a huge smile at him. I bent over a little and put out my hand for his dick. It seemed to jerk to its fullness as I clasped my fingers around it.
He was sucking on my tits. I loved the feeling of his mouth around my nipples as he moved back and forth from one to the other. I had one arm around his head as if to hold him in place although I was sure he didn t need that. He seemed to be really enjoying himself. I know I liked it. I pulled slowly on his cock as he sucked on me.
Let s go in on my bed I suggested after a little while. I pulled him to his feet before turning to lead the way.
How do you want me to be? I asked turning to face Mike as he followed me into the bedroom. Do you want me to sit down or lay down or what?
I don t know just sit down I guess he said. I sat on the edge of the bed. Mike knelt in front of me and put his face back on my boobs. He kissed them some more. His tongue flicked out and he licked and kissed my nipples.
I giggled.
That tickles a little I said but don t stop please please keep on doing that I like it a lot you feel really good! He kept on and the more he did it the less it tickled and the better it felt. I felt my insides kind of turning over and I suddenly wanted to feel his body on mine. Slowly I lay back on the bed swung my feet up and realized my legs were spread pretty wide. My pussy was completely visible to Mike if he decided to look. I wanted to make sure he did look too. His face never lost contact with my tits as I lay down. The new thing was that one of his hands found its way between my thighs and his finger toyed with my slit and then with my cunt. I heard myself making noises tiny squeaky noises then bigger noises sighs little groans things like that. My body seemed to get hotter and hotter and I began to say things like Fuck me Mike fuck me please fuck me now Mike please!
The next thing I knew he was on the bed next to me and then he was kissing my belly and then he was kissing my slit and his tongue touched my clit and I felt like I was going to lose it because it felt so very very good. He lapped there a few times then he slithered up on top of me and I reached down and found his hard shaft and I steered it between my legs and then he was inside me. I realized that my legs were in the air flailing around and then I wrapped them around his body. He lay still for a minute. I was suddenly feeling very protected with his body over me and covering me like that. It was as if I was fully protected from any kind of harm. Neither of us spoke then both of us moved together our movements beginning a rhythm that seemed to be absolutely natural and then we were grunting and moaning and sighing and I was squealing and then I was crying out and shrieking and I had to stifle the noises because I thought maybe someone might hear us and call the police that someone was killing me when all it was that Mike was making me feel better than I ever thought anybody could.
Mike shoved himself all the way up inside of me. When he first touched me with the end of his prick it felt fantastic. Every inch he slid into me felt even better and then he was all the way inside and he was twitching his cock and I was making my muscles do things I didn t know they could do and we were working our bodies together against each other and every time Mike shoved himself into me it felt as if he got deeper and deeper and then after a little while he roared that he was coming and he shoved himself hard into me and held himself there tightly and I shoved back and held him in place and then I felt his juices spew into me and I yelled at the top of my lungs I couldn t help it and we kind of surged together trying to get closer and closer together and then when it seemed as if it couldn t get any better there was a flash of sudden ecstasy that was beyond any sort of description and a flash of light and then we crumpled together with him still inside me. I couldn t believe how safe I felt with him over me like that.
For several seconds we stayed that way then Mike gave a big shaking shudder and a minute or two later he fell out of me.
Oh god Sybil he moaned I didn t know it would feel that good! I never was with a girl before. You re my first and it was fantastic! Thank you thank you very much and he was kissing my ears and eyebrows and chin and cheeks and even my very soft boobs and I was laughing softly and we were hugging each other and stroking each other all over.
Why don t we take a shower? I asked after a few more minutes. I wouldn t mind doing this again I added as we rolled to our feet onto the floor.
Okay Mike said. He seemed less nervous than before we had sex. I loved having sex with him. I took his hand and we went into the bathroom where I set the water and then we got in. It was a snug fit but it was fun to shower with him. We played with each other s bodies and laughed and giggled and had a lot of fun. Drying off was even more fun. We kissed a lot which I liked. I held his dick in my hand a lot too. I really liked his dick.
What time is it? Mike asked suddenly. We were back in the bedroom by then. I checked the clock.
11:30 I said.
Oh my god I m late! he cried out. Where are my clothes I have to leave. Sorry Sybil sorry but I have to leave but I can come back later if that s okay. I d really like to come back later.
I think I m going out after a little while and I don t know when I ll be back I said. But you can come by and see if you want I encouraged him with a big smile.
If I m here I d like very much to do this again! I encouraged him. Then I hugged him pressing myself tightly against him and gave him a huge wet smooch as he left. I stood in the doorway still naked until he went out of the building.
Fuck! I said gleefully. Yes fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I clapped my hands and went back inside my apartment. I stood in front of my bathroom mirror and smiled at myself.
Fuck! I grinned at myself.
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