Anthony Hammond

Hot Mouthed Nymphos

Chapter 1

Proof of the Pudding

"My mother and dad may have been old-fashioned in many ways working long hours on the farm, taking us kids to church every Sunday, and never sashaying through the house minus their clothes but they sure weren't dumb on the subject of modern sex. And I don't mean the kind of sex that's involved in breeding farm livestock, either.

"Like it was yesterday, I can still hear my dad saying a little worriedly to mom: 'You'd better get Francine off and tell her what to watch out for in New York… else she might run into some trouble.' Then my mom, turning to me with a loving smile and saying: 'Your pa's right, honey. Come, let's go upstairs and talk while I help you finish your packing.' My two kid sisters wanted to come, too, so they could listen in, but my dad ordered them to go out and play. What mom had to say to me was none of their business, he said.

"Up in my room, I got the word, all right, and mom didn't pull any punches. She laid it right on the line, using the frankest, bluntest language she knew, surprising the hell out of me. 'Honey, when you get to the big city, you gotta be real careful not to take up with the wrong men,' she cautioned as she took a mysterious little package from her apron pocket and stuck it in one of my suitcases, under my spare panties. 'There's a lot of evil ones there, slick-talkin' dudes who pull all kinds of sly tricks on innocent little country gals like you, just to get at their virgin pussies.’

"Sure, I was a virgin then, but how did mom know? I could’ve been laid a hundred or more times, because the boys around home liked to fuck, too. As much as big-city guys. Some of them had already tried to feel me up and get me hot so they could horse around between my legs, and maybe stick their cocks in me. And they might've made the grade with me too, if it hadn't been for my fear of getting knocked up, which would've wrecked all my plans for a career in advertising. I'd studied, too hard, learning copy-writing, public relations, and all that, and saved too long for the job-hunting trip to New York, to let anything interfere.

"Oh, mom, you and daddy don't have anything to worry about where I'm concerned,’ I replied. 'I'm not the least bit interested in men and sex. Even if I was interested, I won't have the time when I get to New York; I'll be too busy looking for an opening in one of the big Madison Avenue agencies and working hard to move up to a good, responsible position with big pay. If I accept any dates, it will only be with the agency executives, men who can help my career. They won't try anything funny with me, like having sex with me, because they are gentlemen who will respect me.’

"My mom sort of sighed, then, and shook her head. 'I hope so, Francine… I hope so. But men are men, regardless of the gentlemanly front they put on. Let one of them get a hard on for you and he'll try to get into your panties. It never fails. I learned that before I married your pa. Then, when that happens, I found out, a girl can usually do just one of three things to keep him on the string…’

"I stopped my packing for a minute and looked straight at her, kind of amazed at her worldliness and wisdom in such matters and kind of proud, too. I'd always loved my parents dearly, positive that I had the best mom and dad in the whole world, but at the same time I'd thought of them as being pretty damned stodgy. Now I was learning different; they weren't stodgy at all. In fact, they were real hep, letting me in on some of the bare facts of life.

"One of what three things, mom?' I asked, curious as hell. Up to now I'd figured that a girl only had one choice: getting flicked.

"Well, honey when a girl or woman finds herself in a spot where a man is real hot for her pussy and determined to get his nuts off you know, satisfy his passion she can hold his friendship either by letting him put his big, stiff cock-organ in her pussy so he can get his nuts off that way or she can jerk him off with her hands, or she can… '

"Yes, mom? She can…?’

"She can take his cock into her mouth and suck him off, like I do to your pa ever so often.' There was a little flush of embarrassment on mom's face as she said this, but she went on packing one of my suitcases and talking. 'Pa loves it that way, better than fuckin', he says, and I reckon that most other men do, too. It makes them shoot their wad real quick, when a girl is good at it, and there's no danger of pregnancy. If it wasn't for me doing that to your pa, we'd probably have two dozen kids by now, instead of three.’

"I was flabbergasted, thinking it was awfully selfish of dad. The lousy bum! Up till now I'd always had him pegged as the most unselfish guy I'd ever known. And I told my mom so.

"Hold on, honey,' she said with a mischievous little chuckle, 'your pa ain't all that bad. You see, I haven't told you everything… not quite. You oughta know that your pa wouldn't leave me hangin' all hot and bothered in mid-air. He loves me too much for that. In fact, he takes care of me real good… real good.’ As she said this, she impulsively pressed her pussy against the corner of the table, thinking I wouldn't notice. The mental vision of what she was about to tell me was obviously getting her cunt itchy and hot.

"Mom, that ain't fair, teasing me like that,' I scolded. 'Just how does pa take good care of you while you're sucking his cock? C'mom, please tell me. That's the whole purpose of our talk, isn't it, for me to learn these things?’

"Mom flushed a deeper shade of red and turned her face away as she said, 'Well, child, I suppose I might as well tell you: pa sucks my pussy, too, while I'm sucking him. We play a little game called sixty-nine, sucking each other off after he gets me in heat by kissing and tonguing me all over my breasts and stomach, and that way we both end up having a great big orgasm. Of course, we wash ourselves good first, so there's nothing unsanitary about it. In fact it's really quite wholesome and nice.’

"Golly, how about that? There was my own mom telling me about her sixty-nine orgies with my dad and it was so wonderful, so exciting, hearing it. Hearing it, hell I also wanted to see it! If I'm going to learn about such things, I thought, I can learn a lot better with the real thing in front of me, not just a vague sort of mental picture.

"Yeah, that does sound kind of nice,' I said, burning with unfulfilled curiosity. 'And thanks a lot, ma, for telling me. I appreciate it… a whole lot. Now when I get to New York and those big-city wolves make like they want to fuck me, I'll know what to do. Only… only I wish I could see you and dad sucking each other off so I'd really know what to do.’

"Would you, child? Would you honestly like to see your pa and me going at it?’

"I'd love to honestly.’

"'It would have to be secret. We couldn't let your sisters watch. They're still a little too young for such things.’

"I’ll lock my bedroom door, then hide in your closet just before you and pa go to bed. Okay? Is that okay with you, mom?' I could feel my cunt beginning to juice up, already wanting some of this treatment for itself, not wanting to wait for the. hot-mouths of New York City.

"By now we'd finished my packing and my mom was walking slowly toward the door, thinking. 'All right… all right. You can hide in our closet and watch us tonight. But you'll have to be real quiet because I don't know how pa would take it if he found out.' She said this without turning around to me, as though she was simply thinking out loud. And then she was out of the door, on her way to the kitchen.

"Thanks heaps for helping me pack, mom,' I called to her. 'Thanks heaps for everything ’

"Now I suppose you think that was pretty terrible, a mother conspiring with her daughter to show her a sixty-nine session between her own parents. But I can't help what you think, or anybody else, for that matter. I just know that I thought it very intelligent, at the time, for a mother to offer a live demonstration of sex to her daughter for the purpose of education. And I still think it was intelligent. What the hell, that's the trouble with most parents: they tell their kids very little about the facts of life and show them nothing. So what do you get? You get generations of kids who have to find out for themselves, and get hurt bad in the process.

"Anyway, I was on pins and needles the rest of the day, waiting for bedtime to come, and not just because I'd wake up the next morning for the last time at home, trading my farm home for a nifty little apartment in the big, big city where I hoped to make it big, too. No, I was looking forward to seeing the show of my life, right there on the farm, better than any show on Broadway, or Hollywood, or anywhere. Best of all, the stars of the show would be my own ma and pa. And the name of the show was S-U-C-K. Or rather I should say, D-O-U-B-L-E S-UC-K. Sure, it had an X rating, but then don't all good shows?

"So, when my ma and pa's bedtime rolled around, there I was, stashed in their closet behind some clothes in case my dad peeked in and trusting my mom to open the closet door a little before she got too involved in her orgy. A few minutes later, the stars of the show came on stage, so to speak, and the curtain lifted on Scene One.

"Good and faithful trouper that she was, my mother first opened the closet door for me about six inches, then she went straight to my dad and planted a great, big passionate kiss on his mouth. I could see her thrusting her tongue far into his mouth, pushing her pussy area hard against the fly of his overalls. And she wasn't doing this just for my benefit; no, she was actually in heat from the idea of the impending sixty-nine orgy, with me watching.

"And my dad was quick to comprehend and respond, for he shoved his fly right back at her, and I could see him sucking avidly on her tongue, then thrusting his own into her mouth. A few seconds later, they had their clothes off and he was sucking her little peach-size tits, at the same time grabbing and squeezing the nice, firm, dimpled cheeks of her ass, his huge, circumcised cock sticking straight out above his enormous balls. Then they disappeared into the bathroom.

"For about five minutes I could hear water splashing in the bathroom and muffled voices. Although the voices of my mom and dad weren't very distinct held down low to keep them from carrying into their childrens’ rooms I caught a few words. 'What flavor would you like tonight, dear mint or marshmallow?' I heard my mother ask. Sonovabitch! They've even got different flavors, I chuckled softly to myself. Then I heard my dad's beautiful, very gallant answer. 'Fussy flavor,’ he said. 'You know that I can’t get enough of your own sweet flavor, especially when you have an orgasm and shoot your come in my mouth. Oh, mama, how I do love to drink that nice honey-come of yours!’

"My old man… what a hot-suckin' muff diver he turned out to be! And, somehow, I loved him all the more for it. He was making my mom happy, that was the main thing; but he was also making my own pussy juices Sow, thrilling me, too. I was wearing one of those simple country nightgowns with no panties underneath, so it was easy for me to reach under and insert my fingers into my cunt, feeling the hot cream. And I wasn't about to waste that good cream either; by the time mom and daddy returned to the bedroom where I could see them, I had it nicely smeared over my hard, erected clit, making it easy to masturbate.

"C'mon, mama, let's don't fool around with too many preliminaries tonight. We're both too hot. Come over here and squat down on my face so I can jam my tongue way up deep in that big, juicy cunt of yours.' That, of course, was my dad talking as he lay down on his back on the floor, craning his face up and opening his mouth wide like a newborn bird waiting for its mother to drop a worm in.

"Sure, pappa dear… sure… here it is… all the pussy you want. C'mon now, ram your tongue into my cunt hole. Ham it in… deeper, deeper, DEEPER! Ohhhhhh, pappa, that feels so good, sooooooo gooooood!' And that was my mom, squatting down on my dad's starved mouth, feeding him her great, hairy, puffy cunt, trying hard to envelop his head completely in her hole.

"What a sight! What an education! I masturbated faster, jamming a finger into my slippery cunt-hole while I rubbed hard against my clit with my thumb. Then I slipped out of my nightgown and with my other hand played with my tits, milking them, getting them hard and making the nipples blossom out big and red. To make it better, I smeared some of my cunt juice on my nipples and pretended it was the oozing of my milk. Then I tasted it. Nice. A little fishy but sweet and nice, like wild honey. I wanted more, so I gave myself more, bringing many finger loads of it up from my cunt to my mouth, each time sucking the oily substance clean from my fingers, getting intoxicated from it.

"Or maybe it wasn't my own cunt juices that got me intoxicated. Maybe it was the drama taking place there on the floor before my eyes. What a beautiful, exciting scene. As my dad ate hungrily away at my mom's pussy, his cock was sticking straight up. It was huge, bigger than I ever imagined a man's cock could be. It reminded me of pictures I'd seen of the Washington Monument, towering over the whole countryside. Only pa's dick was alive; and throbbing, and spewing bubbles of cock-honey.

"Cock-honey? Now why did I think that? But, of course, I was tasting my own juices as I watched and sort of figured that a man's juices were just as delicious. At least my mom thought they were, because suddenly she gasped, 'No, pappa, I don't want to come just yet!' and then she raised up off of his face. The next instant she was down on all fours beside him, taking his great prick greedily into her mouth. I could plainly see her sucking up all of his spewing juice and trying to draw up more from the depths of his balls. My mom and me, we obviously were two of a kind.

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I must honestly confess that I would have liked to drink up those cock-juices, too but the cock belonged to my own father. My mother had a right to it. I didn't. I'd have to wait until I found a guy in New York, the right kind of guy, with a big, juicy prick, and a taste for a big, juicy cunt like mine.

"In the meantime, the curtain was rising on Scene Two of the present drama, thrilling me with anticipation. I saw my mom, stark naked and beautiful, considering her thirty-eight years, leap up on the bed and spread her legs wide, beckoning. Her cunt was fully exposed, displaying all of the delicate-pink inner meat of the cunt-lips, and the erected knob of her clit, and the gaping, juice-filled hole, all glistening and steaming with the heat of her tremendous passion.

"Of course, it was an invitation that my dad couldn't resist. In a flash, he was sprawled above her, burying his face in her wide-open cunt and lowering his big, throbbing cock into her eager, waiting mouth. Then I heard the furious slurping as they both commenced to suck away at each other's organ. It reminded me of a watermelon-eating contest I had witnessed the summer before. Only this scene between my parents was ten times more impassioned and a thousand times more exciting.

"Obviously, their frenzied licking and sucking had a single goal now: to make each other come. And it was equally obvious that they were perfectly synchronized, knowing exactly what technique to use to give the other the greatest excitement. For example, there was my dad's tongue plunging deeper and deeper, faster and faster, into my mom's cunt hole; while she moved her head up and down with longer and longer strokes, sucking in more and more of his swollen, throbbing dick, milking it for all she was worth with the compression of her lips and inner mouth.

"I could plainly see their orgasms building to the point of a tremendous explosion, and the sight of it gave me the thrill of my life. But finger-fucking myself there in the closet and milking my tits became a fading pleasure, sort of blanked out by the sight and sound of that torrid orgy on the bed. I needed something else something that would give me a greater sense of participation. I needed something to suck! I wanted to come when they came! And then I found what I needed: the long, fat handle of a hairbrush.

"For just an instant, my dad withdrew his face and tongue from my mom's cunt. 'C'mon, girl… shoot… fill my mouth with your sweet come! Shoot, girl… SHOOT!' Then he shoved his long tongue back into her gaping cunt-hole and fucked her with it more furiously than before.

"I couldn't help myself. With those hot, taunting words echoing in my ears, I jammed the hairbrush handle deep into my own juice-filled cunt, all of the way, then quickly sucked it into my mouth. I pretended that it was a real man-cock, hot and throbbing, spouting little droplets of real man-come. I move it back and forth in my mouth, sucking with the same desperation that my mother was sucking… feeling the orgasm build in my wildly pulsating groins.

"Then I heard mom's muffled, gasping voice as she momentarily released my dad's cock from her dripping mouth. 'Yes, pappa… I'm going to shoot! You're making me shoot! Yes, yes… keep sucking… keep fucking my cunt with your big cock-tongue… I'm coming… coming… cooommmiiinnnggg!!!' Then, writhing in unbearable ecstasy, she gulped down my dad's glistening wet prick again, sucking on it like she was trying to pull it out by the roots.

"My eyes were glued to them, not missing a single quiver of their passion-torn bodies. Then, when it seemed that mom had only pumped on dad's cock two or three times, he came, going into a great, violent convulsion. 'Ohhhhhh, maaaam-mmmaaaa… mmmmmmmmmmm… ' he moaned as he lifted his dripping face from mom's cunt. "That was great… great… GREAT!’

"Then about the time he uttered the last 'great,' it was my turn. My finger in my cunt hole and my make-believe man-cock in my mouth were the bombs, but the sight of my parents releasing their great passion in a gigantic come was the fuse that set off the explosion in me, giving me the biggest, wildest, most thrilling orgasm I'd ever had in my life. My come literally poured from my cunt, running down my thighs in rivulets of liquid fire, completely draining away all of my strength. Dimly I was conscious of slumping down on the floor of the closet in a limp, naked heap.

"In what seemed like a deep, euphoric dream hours later, but really only a minute or two later, I heard a voice whispering urgently very close to me. ‘Francine, honey… quick, get up and go to your room! Your pa's gone to the bathroom but he'll be back in a minute and then it'll be too late. C'mon, hurry!' It was my mom, of course, and mustering my little remaining strength, I gathered up my nightgown and did her bidding.

"That was beautiful, mom… really beautiful. Thanks a million for letting me watch,' I sort of mumbled as I left their bedroom and headed for my own.

"And mom answered hurriedly, rather matter-of-factly: ‘You're welcome, honey. I just hope that you learned something that will help to protect you when you get to New York. The whole idea of the sixty-nine you just saw is to have satisfying sex without getting pregnant… and without having to use those awful contraceptives. Good night, dear.’

"So that was sixty-nine? I thought when I got to my room and flopped in bed. How wonderful! How positively marvelous! But if the sight of it was so great, think of how much greater the actual experience will be, having a real man's cock in my mouth and a real man's tongue fucking away deep in my cunt jeepers! I could hardly wait to get to New York."

Before we consider the events that ensued after Francine's early introduction to oral-genital love-making, it would be well to review some of the more pertinent psychological aspects of both her own and her mother's thinking on the subject as we have seen it evidenced in her confession thus far. First, there was her very candid admission that her desire for sex up to the time of her parents' orgiastic display was almost quiescent, for she had preempted it by her ambition for an advertising career. Since the strongest of human instincts, according to Freud and other leading psychoanalysts, is the instinct for sex, it would seem, at first glance, that she was either extremely dedicated to her career or extremely frigid. Though, as it turned out, neither hypothesis would be correct.

The fact of the matter was simply that Francine had subconscious compulsions outside the area of "normal" sex drives involving "conventional" intercourse between male and female. When she was made the object of sexual overtures by the various boys in the neighborhood of her farm, she resisted them easily on the premise that to yield and expose herself to the possibility of pregnancy would endanger her planned career; whereas the real likelihood was that she resisted because the idea of genital-genital sex just did not offer sufficient appeal and stimulation.

Why wouldn't conventional sex with the boys she knew from the adjacent farms excite a girl like r Francine? Subsequent to the completed interview with her, the psychiatrist with whom she was consulting diagnosed her as a "pathological oralist as the direct result of parental influences and a hypererogenous oral cavity." In other words, she entertained an inbred fear of pregnancy that reflected the more or less overt fear of her parents; she was made graphically aware of a safe and sexually satisfying alternative through the exhibit of her parents as they engaged in fellatio-cunnilingus (sixty-nine); and to further diminish her interest in-normal, conventional coitus, she had a congenital over concentration of sexually excitable nerves in her mouth, probably inherited from her parents.

Then, too, it must be conceded that Francine put great stock in the example of her parents, respecting them immensely for providing her with a good and happy childhood upbringing that could set the stage for a prestigious career in advertising. She especially seems to have respected her mother for showing her the sixty-nine way to contraceptive sex, never doubting in her adolescent naivetй that her mother put on the highly erotic show for any other reason than teaching. Even if she had the maturity and presence of mind to detect a strong exhibitionistic tendency in her mother, it is still highly unlikely that she would have thought ill of it; for what is most apparent in the foregoing narrative is the basic similarity in the natures of mother and daughter.

Francine came by her pathological oralism honestly, we have to grant that. Also, it is quite apparent from the interview up to this point that her parents who bequeathed to her their strong oralistic natures are not suffering any neuroses, guilt complexes or loss of community status because of their choice of sex. But what of Francine herself? She won't have the privacy and security and maturity of her parents when she gets to New York. She will be strictly on her own and to learn how she fared we must now continue with the second and final segment of her narrative.

"This morning after my mom showed me what sixty-nine was all about, my dad took me bright and early in his pickup truck to the bus depot in town. He had a happy, abstract expression on the way there, and spoke very little; but that didn't hurt my feelings any because I knew he was recalling the wild orgy with my mom the night before and, deep down, was sorry to see me go. Golly, what a bulge he had at his fly! His thoughts were giving him a tremendous hard on, and, I swear, if he hadn't been my own father I would have been tempted to haul it out and suck on it. To be perfectly honest, I was also recalling that torrid scene of the night before and carrying a hard on. A clit hard on. And on top of that, I could feel myself getting a tongue hard on. Wasn't that terrible?

"But then, thank heaven, we arrived at the bus depot and I got my mind on other things. There was the business of getting my tickets to New York, checking my suitcases and all that, not to mention the problem of getting a good seat at the very rear of the bus. Why the rear? Well, I'd heard that it is more private back there, that's why. If my thoughts of mom and dad playing sixty-nine got me excited again and in the mood to diddle myself, I wanted to be where I had the least chance of being spied on not during the day, of course, but after dark. A girl friend of mine once told me that she even got screwed on the back seat of a bus after dark, without any of the other nearby passengers noticing.

"Anyway, after I boarded the bus I finally managed to get an old geezer to trade his rear seat for my front seat. But I still wasn't alone back there because a sailor got on the bus at the last minute and plopped down beside me. He was courteous enough about it, asking if the seat was taken and if I minded having company, but I still would have preferred my privacy.

"Then, out of the corner of my eye, I got a better look at him. He was actually quite handsome, I noticed, and about five years older than my nineteen years. He had his little white sailor cap on, but cropping out from in front I could see pretty blond curls. And on the chest of his clean, neatly pressed uniform were a great assortment of service and battle ribbons, telling me that he'd really been around. I didn't know much about navy rank insignia, but I could see by the three stripes on his sleeve that he was pretty high up for an enlisted man.

"In other words, the guy sort of turned me on. So what if I don't get a chance during the trip to fantasize on what my mom taught me? I thought. This sailor boy is probably an extremely interesting conversationalist and maybe if I encouraged him a little after dark, he could teach me a lot more. Then the bus pulled out of the depot and soon after that my curiosity was in the process of getting satisfied.

"Do you mind too much if I smoke?' the sailor asked, turning to me with an easy, relaxed air.

"I looked his way just in time to catch him glancing fleetingly at my bosom and slightly exposed knees. 'No, I don't mind,' I answered with a polite coquettish little smile. 'So long as you don't smoke cigars. I hate cigar smoke. It makes me sick.’

"I could see, of course, that he had a cigarette in his hand, not a cigar, but I had to throw out some kind of bait for more talk. And, of course, wise man of the world that he was, he snapped the bait right up. He agreed that cigar smoke, especially on a bus, smelled awful. Then after offering me a cigarette, which I declined, he introduced himself as Richard I forget his last name and started asking questions about me, casual questions like where was I from and how far was I going. As I answered him, after first giving him my name, I sparked his interest in me a little more by thrusting out my chest, accentuating the contour of my tits, and by letting the hem of my skirt slide up a bit more.

"Did it work? You damn right it did. Richard's eyes jerked immediately to the swells of my tits and the inviting spectacle of my bare knees. And before long he was telling me what a sight for sore eyes I was to him. It seems that he'd just returned from three years of submarine duty on the high seas and hadn't been close to a girl in all that time, Sure, he was right now coming off of a thirty-day leave at home where he had several sisters, but sisters don't count, he said, because who wants to get close to them? Really close, that is.

"I don't know why, but I asked him then if he'd ever seen his sisters naked. Maybe I was thinking of my dad in his beautiful nakedness as he and mom sucked each other off. And maybe I just wanted to steer the conversation deeper into the subject of sex to see if I could give him a hard on and, at the same time, tease my pussy a little. I don't know. Anyway, he confessed unblushingly that he'd seen his sisters naked many times and on several occasions had even caught them in the act of masturbating. But the sight of it hadn't turned him on one little bit, he said. The liar.

"How did I know he was lying? Because I saw a trace of lasciviousness on his face as he refreshed his memory. And glancing down at his fly, I could see a hefty bulge beginning to form, growing snakelike down the inner thigh of his tight-fitting pants. Golly, what a beautiful sight! Also, he was taking in my body more hungrily now, obviously stimulated by his thoughts into thinking of how he'd like to get my clothes off and fuck me right on the bus. Not that I minded his lying. Heavens, no! After all, what's a few lies between a horny guy and gal if the purpose is to get them both hornier and maybe get them some nice, delicious sucking into the bargain?

"My mom's wild demonstration the night before had really made a terrific impression on me, because all I could see in my mind's eye was Richard's big, bare cock. Sure, her intentions had been honorable enough all she wanted was to teach me how to satisfy a man sexually without fear of becoming pregnant but the effect, which she hadn't counted on, was to put me in a raging heat and keep me there, with visions sticking in my mind of me doing what she and my dad had done. Sucking a man's big, hard, throbbing dick and thrilling to him eating away at my hot, dripping cunt was a new ambition that had become a veritable obsession with me.

"And now, here was opportunity, neatly packaged in a sailor suit, staring me straight in the face. Maybe Richard wouldn't agree to eating my pussy on the bus because it might be too obvious and embarrassing if one of the other passengers happened to glance our way. Even in the dark of the approaching night, our outlines would be visible to those sitting close by. But he surely wouldn't be afraid to let me rest my head on his lap, his cock in my mouth, like I was sleeping there. In fact, he'd love it if he was half the man my dad was and had a dick half as hungry for sucking.

"Damn, what was I worried about? I thought. I should've known by his name that everything was going to be just fine after it got dark. 'My friends call me Dick,' he said shortly, 'and I wish you'd call me that, too. We've only just met but I'd like to think of you as my friend, anyway. Okay?'

"Okay, friend,' I responded as a mischievous thought crossed my mind. 'That's what I'll call you from now on. Only… only I should think your friends would go a bit further and call you Big Dick. After all, you are rather… big.' I purposely glanced down at the great elongated bulge between his legs as I said that, grinning as best I could like a nervy slut, not wanting him to think I was just a little country bumpkin who didn't know the score.

"Hey, baby, you're really hep, aren't you? Those pretty eyes of yours don't miss a thing. That's the trouble with these tight-fitting navy uniforms; a guy gets ideas looking at a gorgeous female and it sticks right out on him for everyone to see.' Then, leaning over closer with more of a lascivious expression on his handsome, salty features: 'But in your case, baby, I don't mind so much. Know why? Because I can tell by the look in your eyes and by the way you're licking your chops that you appreciate the sight of a he-man-size cock.'

"At this point I don't mind telling you that I was confused and flustered, struggling for more self-control. Suddenly, it all seemed so awfully brazen, the way we were talking on very short acquaintance. It made me feel, well, sort of dirty, like a young whore with no ladylike modesty at all. Even my mom, as uninhibited as she was sexually, carried herself as a perfect lady in public. Still, in another way, this conversation with Dick was not thought of as dirty but as something beautiful, exciting, adventurous exactly what my aching groins needed.

"At any rate, there was no stopping now. Deep down, I realized that. Deep down, I could feel the twitching of my clitoris and the pulsing of my cunt hole mounting, their juices soaking my panties. The whole inside of my mouth, tongue and all was also heating up with sex lust, secreting a choking flood of saliva. I needed desperately needed to experience what my mom had experienced last night with my dad. And not as a mere, masturbating spectator. No, damn it whatever the sacrifice in ladylike modesty, I wasn't going to let this opportunity with the sailor waste away!

"Well, let's put it this way,' I said in response to his last remark as I swallowed my saliva and fumbled in my purse for my lipstick. 'I do appreciate he-man types… and I must confess that the bulge down there on your uniform turns me on. What's more, I can understand how you must feel looking at a woman now after all those years at sea. You must be really starved for sex.’

"It wasn't so much what I said that got him bolder, but the way I said it and what I did immediately afterward. As soon as I had my lipstick out of my purse, I looked around to see if anyone was watching, then pulled my skirt up real high to give him a peek at my soft white inner thighs. "There, sailor boy, is a little coming-home present from me to you. How do you like it?’

"I started to pull my skirt down again quickly lest the two people across the aisle got curious, but Dick restrained me. 'Beautiful, baby… absolutely beautiful!' he exclaimed softly, leaning over closer. 'Raise it up a little higher so I can see your sweet pussy. G'mon, please, raise it up a little higher.’

"I gave him a flash look. "There, you see, I have my panties on. And, smarty, don't ask me to go take them off in the ladies' John because I don't want you getting too horny while it's so light and other people can see. I'll do it later when it gets dark.' The next instant I had my skirt back down to my knees and was proceeding to put on some lipstick.

"The show was on the road. Dick pulled me over before I'd finished applying my lipstick and planted a hot, lingering kiss smack on my mouth, in the process flicking his tongue deep around the base of mine. 'Thanks a million for the look, beautiful,' he whispered excitedly right after. 'You're the answer to my prayers.' Then he produced a newspaper from his little travel bag on the upper shelf and spread it on his lap. 'Here, reach you hand under,' he whispered again. 'Feel of my cock and balls. I know you want to, because I can tell that you're every bit as horny and hard up as I am.’

"Of course, I did as he asked. In fact I spent the next three hours playing with his enormous, hot, throbbing cock and balls, reaching my hand under his fly which he'd unbottoned for me. Once I lifted the paper slightly and stole a look magnificent! but I dared not look for long; the temptation to take it in my mouth and suck all of the come out of his balls was just too great.

"Then night came, and I didn't have to resist temptation any longer. Resting my head in Dick's lap in a pretense of sleeping, hidden from view under the newspaper, I grasped his huge, pulsating organ in one hand and gingerly started to lick the end. There was a great bead of sweet, oily substance there which tasted very like my own cunt drippings, and I pursed my lips around it, careful to savor and drink down all of it, sucking in an effort to draw up more. Burning shivers of cock-lust raged in me stronger and stronger as my mind returned once again to that torrid scene between mom and dad; for now I wasn't just a spectator I had a big, hot man-cock of my own to suck and now I could fully appreciate what it was about this kind of sex that so delighted my parents.

"Take it all in your mouth, baby. Suck it in and out like your mouth is your cunt being fucked. Take my balls in your mouth and suck them, too. Do a good job on me, sweetheart, and I’ll give you lots of my delicious, hot jism to drink.’

"I heard him whispering that to me as he leaned over and partially lifted the newspaper. But he didn't need to give me any urging. It was my intention to take his prick and nuts, lock, stock, and barrel, deep into my mouth and drain them dry. But I didn't want to hurry. This was much too delicious and thrilling to bring to an early end. I knew that Dick wouldn't be able to eat my cunt in the bus because of the cramped quarters, so I wanted my cock-sucking to last clear through the night. Then, just before morning when we were due in New York, I'd pour it on with some mouth and tongue action like mom gave dad that would practically drown me in come.

"That was my original intention. As it happened, though, my pent-up lust for cock-sucking was much too strong to be contained, even for a few minutes. Fired by the indescribable thrill of the sailor's great fuck-stick in my hand and the intoxicating taste of his cock juice in my mouth, I completely lost control of my passion. Involuntarily, in one great, overpowering impulse, I opened my mouth as wide as possible and thrust down hard with my head, plunging that magnificent prick deep into my throat.

"I was gagged, throttled, choked but oh, man, how I loved it! I could feel my cunt going into a wild spasm of joy, spewing juice all over my crotch. Then I started pumping his prick with my mouth, wrapping my tongue tightly around it with each stroke, sucking with all of the suction I could possibly generate. Then on a second quick impulse, I switched my mouth to his balls and sucked them all the way in, rolling them around inside with my tongue as my mom had done with my dad's huge balls. A few minutes of this and I was back on his hot, granite like prick, gulping it again for all I was worth.

"Then I received my first reward. Somehow Dick had managed to get his hand unobtrusively under my skirt and all the way up between my legs. About time! Hell, that was why I'd taken off my panties a little earlier so he could get himself a good feel of my hot cunt and give me some good finger-fucking. Now he was up there and, I must say, he really had some talented digits. Working them all up and down in the hot cream between my cunt lips, he first went to work on my clit, sending ten thousand volts of electricity coursing through my groins with each nudge and pinch. Then, finally, when I was right on the verge of exploding in a giant orgasm, he moved his hand down and plunged first one finger, then two, deep into my hot, anxiously awaiting vagina.

"Thank God for that hairbrush handle last night in the closet. I felt no pain only ecstasy, sheer, electrifying, all-consuming ecstasy. But it didn't quite have that ultimate sensation that was needed to put me back on the brink of an orgasm. A mouth and tongue down there on my cunt, that's what I needed, I thought as I shifted into yet a higher gear with my sucking of Dick's cock that and about a quart of good man-come to drink.

"Good ol’ mom. She sure did teach me a good lesson in how to suck a man's prick. For I'd only been in high gear about three seconds when I felt Dick's fingers jerking quickly out of my cunt, his legs jerking quickly up, and his chest jerking quickly down onto my head. It was a jolting, convulsive movement of his whole body, like he'd been struck by a bolt of lightning. Then I got it, not a whole quart as I wanted, but enough to completely fill my mouth.

"The taste? It was strange, sort of flat like the white of raw egg, yet full of exciting flavor, like salted honey. But it wasn't the flavor that effected me so much as the superpotent chemistry of it or maybe it was the supereroticism of having a man's fucking-rod exploding its passion directly in my mouth. I don't know for sure. Anyway, it acted like concentrated aphrodisiac on my whole mind and body, bringing me almost instantaneously to the point of a gigantic, earth-shaking orgasm. For a second or two I sucked and pumped even more furiously on his prick, desperate for every last drop of that creamy elixir then I let go.

"To put it lightly, I thought I was being wrenched completely inside out. Never, but never, had I experienced such terrible, excruciating ecstasy! And though I tried not to, I must of done a lot of writhing and moaning, because shortly I heard Dick's voice saying reassuringly above the newspaper: 'It's all right, folks she's just having a little nightmare. Something she ate back at the bus depot, I guess.' Then, to sort of back him up, I slid my mouth reluctantly off his still pulsating cock, raised myself to a normal sitting position, careful to leave the newspaper spread out on his lap, and complained sleepily: 'My stomach feels kind of funny. I think I'd better sit up.’

"What a wonderful, marvelous night ride. And what a beautiful traveling companion Dick was. He was made to order for the occasion, making me, in just a few hours, a full-fledged, fulfilled woman almost. Almost, because I had experienced only half of the sexual joy my mom had shown me. I still hadn't thrilled to the feel of a man's tongue in my cunt. But then, as they say, Rome wasn't built in a day; I could instill patience in my hot box a little while longer, until I had a chance to meet some nice, sexy guys in New York.