'Beautiful… beautiful. Now look here. I've got a nice big cock present for you.’
'He dropped his pants and undershorts when he finished saying that and the biggest cock and balls I'd ever seen sprang out at me from his naked crotch. I mean they were huge! His cock reminded me of our horse on the farm, when he had a hard on, and his balls reminded me of our bull. The sight of them so close, being offered to me as 'present’ with a big bead of passion cream glistening at the tip of the cock-head, excited the shit plumb out of me and completely took away all of my inhibitions.
'Yes, oh yes, I do want this present. Give them to me,' I gasped as I raised up on the bed and grabbed at his great protruding shaft. Leaning forward, I clasped his prick around the middle of the stem with one hand, cupped his balls in the other hand, and kissed the juice from his pisshole, savoring its salty sweetness.
'The next instant I would've had the head of his giant prick engulfed in my prick-starved mouth, but Norton gently pushed my face away. 'Patience, you sexy little bitch, patience,' he urged. 'We were going to play sixty-nine, remember? Now you just get your sweet little ass around there on the bed and spread your legs high and wide.’
'Of course, I did as I was told. After all, he was my boss. Besides, I suddenly realized how much better it would be eating his delicious-looking cock and balls while he ate my cunt. Again, the vision of my mom and dad playing sixty-nine came back to me, and I thought: Okay, here's where I show how well I learned my lesson in satisfying a man sexually without fear of becoming pregnant. But, hell, I had to be honest with myself; mainly I was doing this to satisfy me. I was literally starved for a big, throbbing man-cock in my mouth, and my cunt was aching like crazy to be sucked and tongue-fucked.
'Then another thought occurred to me: I don't want a man's dick fucking my cunt. Not ever. I only want oral sex! Without realizing it, I had become an oral freak!
'A second later, Norton, completely naked, was positioned above me, his head lowered between my spread legs, his tremendous cock and balls dangling down just inches above my face. Impulsively, hungrily, irresistibly, I clasped his pulsating hard on with my hands and pulled it down farther, brushing the velvety, bulbous head in a circular motion over my eyes, nose, cheeks, and mouth. By now, more juice was oozing out of the end. It left a hot little trail all over my face, adding to my excitement. I milked more of it into my mouth, imagining that it was drops of real come. Then I raised my face up tight against the furry warmth of his balls.
'Holy mackerel! Do you know what? I smelled cologne on his balls. Yeah, old Norton, bless his horny hide, actually had rose-scented balls! But there was still a little of that musky man-smell on them, and the combination in my nostrils really had an effect on me. I opened my mouth as far as I could and began sucking one of his balls in, munching on it like it was a big, sweet gum-drop, Then I did the same thing to his other ball.
'What was Norton doing all this time? He was pulling my cunt lips apart very neatly with his artistic fingers and lightly running the hot, wet tip of his tongue up and down the length of my gash. Lord have mercy, how I loved that! It made little flashes of electricity dance through my naked body from my head clear to the tips of my toes. On top of that, my clit threatened to explode each time his tongue brushed over it. And I could feel so much cream oozing out of my cunt hole that I thought he'd drown in it. But this guy, he took it all in stride, lapping up my cunt juices and drinking them down like they were ambrosia or something.
'Easy, girl,' he muttered painfully from the chasm between my legs, 'don't bite down so hard on my balls. Aaaaahhhh, that's right, suck them nice and gentle. Just like that. Aaaaahhhh, that feels marvelous.’
'When I was about to help myself to dessert by exchanging his balls for his huge, pulsating cock in my mouth, he slid his body up mine and positioned his mouth above my little pointed tits. Glancing down, I could see my nipples standing up hard and red, begging to be slicked. 'When I play sixty-nine, I go all the way. I eat everything,’ he mumbled with my cunt juices glistening on his face. And the next instant he had my left tit completely engulfed in his hot, drooling mouth, sucking furiously, trying to draw up and drink my milk.
'From there, he went to nibbling on my nipple and sucking it as deep into his mouth as he could. 'Oh, suck, you fucker!' I groaned in my ecstasy. 'Suck, suck, SUCK! Suck all of my girl milk. Suck me dry. Oh, how I love that!' Then I raised my face a little and started sucking on his tits, feeling the tickly chest hair around it. I pretended that his tits were two little cocks and that made me suck ail-the more. I was actually trying to make his tits come and shoot jism in my mouth.
'But that didn't last long. My cunt was what he wanted most and soon he was back in my virgin gash, gobbling up the great pool of juices that had accumulated there. A few seconds later, he completely let go, plunging that great long tongue of his into my burning, throbbing cunt-hole all the way. It was as hard and slick as a greased prick and even more determined. It plunged in further and further, never hesitating, never slowing down, not even when it reached the end. It thrust past my womb, up through my guts, relentless, finding passageways clear into my throat. Or so it seemed.
'Never, but never, had I felt such a burning fire inside of me, such an agonizing ecstasy, such an irresistible urge to explode in orgasm. Now, at last, I fully understood the ecstasy on mom's face when dad ate away at her box. And I reacted exactly as she reacted. Yeah, I could no more hold myself back than she could. In sudden desperation to quench the flames that were consuming me, I gulped Norton's giant cock into my mouth and sucked as furiously as a baby starved for its mother's milk, as though my very life depended on it. I took it all the way down in my throat with each powerful, sucking pump of my mouth, matching Norton's tongue thrusts stroke for stroke.
'Mmmmmmmmmm… aaaaaaahhhhhh… oooooohhhhhhhh,' I groaned and moaned, wanting to vent my torture in a loud, piercing scream but unable to because of the great cock-muscle gagging my throat. And I wasn't alone in my beautiful torture. From deep in my gaping cunt I could hear more eerie banshee moans and groans. God, what a concert! If anybody had been within earshot, they would’ve thought we were a couple of masochistic pain freaks going at it.
'Then the whole damned universe exploded, spilling come throughout the firmament. It was such a tremendous explosion because Norton and I came at exactly the same time, both going into great convulsions at the same time, both gulping down a great torrent of the other's come at the same time, both collapsing like great wet rags at the same time. And that was just our first sixty-nine session. Crimminy, you should have seen those that followed practically every day!
'That's right, every day, and every week, and every month until now. Norton, that sonovabitch, never did put me to writing advertising copy like he promised at first. He liked the taste of my cunt too well. Said working in the office might sour it with sweat, or some such bullshit as that. He'd spend some time at the agency, of course, to check on how things were going and to attend meetings, but every day promptly at noon he'd drop over to my company apartment for lunch, and I don't mean the kind of lunch you're thinking of.
'But, hell, what could I do about it? I craved those sixty-nine sessions as much as he did. I was a slave to them! If Norton hadn't got killed in that auto accident last week, I'd still be up there, douching myself up all nice, waiting around for him. Now I don't know. I guess I'll just have to find myself another guy like Norton.'
Chapter 2
Boy for Hire
'So ya wanna know why I came to you to get my head shrunk, huh? Well, that's easy I was told to come here to you, man. When I tried to get in at the public school, they jus' wouldn't take me; said I was too old for the fifth grade. Shit, I know I'm old 'nough, damn near, to be those other kids' old man, but what am I supposed to do to get on with my schoolin' and amount to somethin' besides a male whore?
'Yeah, sure, I could get myself a stable of broads or fags and take to pimpin' for a livin'. You hep to that? But that's the whole point, man; I wanna come down off that kinda life. I wanna get myself some class and stay outa jail and work at a straight job for a change. That's where it's at, ain't it, livin' legit? Jus' 'cause I'm half Negro don't mean I can't get myself some class and mix in high society I mean, the white man's high society's what I'm talkin 'bout.
'Anyway, at the school I'm shuffled off onto one of them old social-worker broads and she says I should see a psy-chi-a-trist. Did I say that right? Then she gave me your name and address. Said you would be interested in my case and maybe you could help me down off some of bad habits and maybe even get me in a school. So here I am, man, flopped down on your couch, lettin' you give me a head-shrink job. If I fall to sleep on ya, just give me a
