there between my legs.
Would you believe that I'd never been eaten before? I mean Juby and Ruf were hardly the sophisticates. They joked about eating pussy but they thought it was something only queers or something did and they were whim-wham-thank-you-mam types who knew only one thing, get that cock in there as fast as possible. And the boys I'd known were young and just about the same way, so I'd never been eaten before until sweet Pearl went down on me, burying her face in my nest, crying out in joy as her mouth opened wide and sucked labia and all into it and tiny teeth began to devour my labia and then that wonderous tongue went out and flicked my clit and I cried out and she left me coming and kissed me real hard, her lips pushing down as I humped and fucked her sweet mouth and had a glorious one. 'Good, darling?' she asked. 'Ow, wow,' I said. 'Don't stop now.'
She giggled and went to work. She had the most educated tongue. It could whip back and forth a thousand times a minute, lashing my clit into wild, swollen orgasms and then driving hard and long into my cunt to make me feel as if I were being eaten and flicked at the same time and when she was through with me I was panting and weak.
I said, 'Whooo, you've done me in.' Then I looked at her. She had this sweet smile on her face. She'd made it so good for me I began to wonder what she'd gotten out of it. She had her hand lightly on my curved hip and was rubbing softly. 'This is the first time I've done it with a girl,' I said. 'Did you like it?'
'I thought it was great,' I said honestly, 'but I'm wondering what you got out of it.' 'Oh, darling,' she said sort of swooning.
'No, really, you didn't get anything, just a lot of making me say oh, eeee, ah.'
She smiled. I liked her smile. She didn't look so brassy after I'd had her lips all over my bod. She looked sort of sweet and soft. 'I had mine.' she said.
'How?' I was genuinely curious. 'I mean, if a guy had been doing those things to me he wouldn't have come. I mean, he'd have had to put it in me.'
'Don't you remember when I did this?' She rolled up beside me and pressed her pussy on my thigh. I remembered, then, that she'd pressed it against me at the height of my fun. 'Remember?' 'Is that all?' I giggled. You must be some hot gal.'
She kissed my left tit and the little begger responded, the nipple rising. 'There are better ways, but I didn't know if you'd like them.' Her hand had gone down and where I thought there was only a dead thing, there at the top of my slit, her lovely little fingers made life, causing the clit to swell up with blood and get tingly again. 'Tell me,' I said.
'You could, ah, do to me what, ah, I did to you,' she said in a small, scared little voice.
Hell, I was game. I'd never done it. In fact, never having had any real friends among the female sex, I didn't know much about girls except by examining myself, and even at that age I knew that I wasn't typical. 'You'll have to tell me how,' I said.
She was about to swoon out of her hide. I mean, when I put my hands out and tentatively felt of her boobs she began to tremble and make little sounds in her throat.
Now I've always liked the female body. I mean, I'd look at the nudies in the magazines Ruf and Sam would have around, and if the gal was well glommed together I'd thinkj wow, what a beautiful thing. I've found, since, that I'm a little inclined to what they call narcissusism, which means that I like myself and think I've got a great bod. I don't see anything wrong with that. I mean, if you don't like yourself, then who the hell is going to? Well, Pearl was a grown woman, full, maybe a teeny little bit too plush, but she had this great set of knockers, making up two great, soft mounds on her chest. She had nipples which would have fit into a thirty-two A cup bra, I mean they were huge. And when I fingered them they swelled up and became little pointed knobs on the huge, white mounds of her tits and I got curious. Every boy I'd ever been out with had liked to do a little titty chewing and I felt, then, that they couldn't be all wrong about it, so I went down and took a taste.
She tasted of clean skin and a mild nice little perfume and the tits had this nice texture and I tried it all ways. I mean, I knew how I liked to have mine treated, so I gave her what I'd always wanted. First, after just nipping the nipples into swelling life with my teeth, I ran my tongue, flat, all over the big boobs and paid special attention to the dark circles and the nipples and all of a sudden she was flopping around on the bed like a fish. I sucked all I could into my mouth, and since I like to have mine treated a little rough now and then, I treated hers rough, biting and sucking and pulling. She began to moan and I started feeling her up, running my hand over her lush woman's body and thinking how much fun mean old men must have, feeling all that sweet goodness.
She got so wild I had to sort of put my body on hers to hold her down and, wow, when I did that, she scooted under me and pressed her pelvic mound on mine and started fucking like a mink. She was reaching for my mouth with hers and I kissed her and it was a sweet, very wet kiss. All that action down there rubbing against my mound and my clit had me making sounds, too, and the first thing I knew we were coming together and laughing and clinging and then lying there, sweet and warm.
'You're an easy lay,' I giggled. 'You went so fast I didn't even get a chance to feel this up.' I put my hand down onto her pussy and it was soft and hot and wet.
'Ohhhh,' she moaned, lifting her hips to drive the cup of her cunt into my hand.
I don't remember a time in my life when I wasn't making it. I mean, I guess I was born with the ability to get my rocks off. You know, the faead-shrinkers have determined that babies, especially girl babies, are bom with sexual awareness. If you don't believe me try this. I'm not advising you to corrupt a baby, but to conduct a scientific experiment. If you have a girl baby or change diapers for someone else's girl baby, just take your finger and gently, ever so gently, play with that tiny little twat. I've seen it. The baby will be kicking and cooing and wiggling around and looking all over the place and when you put your finger down there and rub gently she'll get ever so still.
I started so early I don't remember the first time I made myself come with a wet, soapy washcloth in the bath water, or with a pillow thrust between my legs and, later, with my own hands. I took a while to discover screwing, but after my operation, sort of complicated D.N.C. with extras, which made me permanently sterile, juby found out and knew that he'd never have to worry about making me a baby and he and RuЈ gave me my education. After that I didn't have to play with myself. If I got randy, all I had to do was twitch my butt in front of either my father or my brother and I was going to be serviced.
Oh, I still played with myself a little, but a lot of the time I was just doing it to get my interest up so that when one of them topped me I'd be sure to get mine before they, being typical unsophisticated men and not concerned with a girl's pleasure, came like a rocket in a matter of seconds.
I knew how I was built. I'd spend a few hours looking at myself in mirrors. I'd lie on a bed and hold a hand mirror down between my legs and study my twat and wonder at its complicated structure. I experimented with putting things into it. I tried a candle and found it too hard. I tried a fresh cucumber, with the warts peeled off, and found it to be sort of fun, but nothing like having the real article in there. Once I saved my money, to order an artificial cock from one of Ruf's dirty books, but I never got around to it. I have had some experience with dildos and will tell you about them later, but there's nothing like a real cock.
I'm sidetracked. I was talking about twats. My own twat, up to that day, was the only one I'd ever seen. I didn't know anything about twats in general. I was surprised to see that Pearl didn't have the fat, nice labia that I had. Her twat had little mounds on each side of the hole. I was fingering it and she was working up a head of steam again and I got really curious and put my head down so that I could see up close. I looked at the first twat I'd ever seen and it was an odd, sort of nice thing all dark and red and wet and I continued to feel it with my fingers. I traced the outline of the slit and found her clit and toyed with it, just feeling and getting to know how other women were built. Her lips were writhing and she was saying, 'Oh, darling, Oh, Ruby.'
I ran my index finger up and felt inside. It had a hot, wet, mushy feel. The sides of it were spongy and had little imperfections. When I pressed around inside I could make the vaginal cavity expand. I could see, feeling it, how a cunt can expand and take the biggest cock available if you're careful.
As I felt around inside, she began to hump. I gave her the social finger, because it coujd go in deeper. She was getting so hot and I was getting hot watching her get hot. She had told me to do to her what she'd done to me. Well, I'd eaten a couple of boys and I'd tasted my own pussy juice on them. So it was no new thing, pussy taste, except that hers was so clean and sweet. There wasn't a hint of come there. I leaned in, put my mouth down, stuck out my tongue. I licked the clit and she tasted nice. There was woman taste and something else. 'You taste funny,' I said. 'It's the feminine spray,' she said. I said, 'Huh?' 'The feminine hygiene spray.' 'You mean a cunt deodorant?' I asked, giggling. 'Yes. Don't you use one?' 'We're sounding like a T.V. commercial,' I giggled.
