True story (part one)

April wasn’t one of the most popular girls in school . . . at least she wasn’t popular with the other girls. She didn’t care about cheerleading or hanging out with the “cool” crowd. She had a small circle of good friends who represented a cross section of academic and economic classes.Boys, on the other hand, followed her around like starving puppy dogs. And why not? She was friendly and cordial to all. I never heard anyone outside of our family refer to her as “beautiful”, but she had “IT”. She was sexy as hell. She had long wavy dark brown hair, beautiful green eyes, a wonderful smile, and a slender sexy body with firm thirty-four DD boobs.The lucky boy who won her heart was Zeke Robinson. He was a good looking junior with the body of an athlete. He didn’t play football though. He preferred baseball, and he had dreams of becoming a professional big-league catcher. According to those who were supposed to know, he had enough talent to achieve that goal.Zeke wasn’t April’s first boyfriend. That distinction belonged to Philip Grange. I didn’t like him from the start, and I for sure didn’t think he was good enough for April. After only a few weeks, he proved me right by breaking up with her because she wouldn’t put out for him.After every date, April would come into my room after getting dressed for bed. She knew I wouldn’t go to sleep until she’d given me a detailed recap of her date. I heard about the first time Zeke held her hand, the first time they kissed, the first time she let him feel her up, the first time he put his hand under her blouse and bra, and later, the first time he slid his fingers inside her panties and played with her pussy.Both of us would get really horny while she was telling me all about her giving Zeke a hand job, and later a blowjob. My sister had shown me her favorite masturbation techniques, and it wasn’t unusual for us to lay side by side in the bed while she described how wonderful it felt when he went down on her.It took me dozens of attempts before I was finally able to make myself cum for the first time, but when I did, I was totally hooked on that feeling. I finally understood what all the fuss was about. That happened the night she was describing in full detail how it felt when Zeke pushed his hard dick into her virgin pussy only an hour and a half earlier.I really, really liked Zeke. He didn’t seem to mind at all when April would invite me to go with them to a football game, a movie, or to the drive in for burgers. I loved him for treating my big sister like a queen—not so much when he jokingly called me “Twerp”.For all of Zeke’s good points, he was no angel. Like Philip Grange, he had broken up with one of April’s friends when she made him wait too long to have sex. His next girlfriend, Lisa Johnson, also one of April’s friends, didn’t make that same mistake. She and Zeke were an item for their entire sophomore year. When she moved away at the end of that school year, he turned his attention to April.Prior to agreeing to go out with Zeke the first time, my big sister knew full well what she was getting into. She knew from Lisa that he had a very overactive sex drive, and he expected his girlfriend to keep him satisfied on a daily basis.He didn’t live very far from the school, and his parents had a motor home parked in their backyard. During school, he would take Lisa to the motor home for sex during their lunch break and often after school for another round. If she had her period, she would either give him a blowjob or let him satisfy himself in her ass. That part scared the hell out of April, but like I said, she knew what she was getting into.I remember the look on my sister’s face and the crack in her voice when she was describing what it felt like to have anal sex with Zeke the first time. She described the pain, but she also described the wonderful feelings when she was finally able to relax. She even came while he was fucking her there.To say April fell in love with Zeke would be a huge understatement. She worshiped him, and from what I could tell, the feeling was mutual. They were actually making plans to live together after graduation. I was extremely jealous of April. I couldn’t wait until I could have a boyfriend and experience all those things for myself.* * *Two weeks before school was out for the summer, April’s world came apart. It was a Friday afternoon when our parents called us into the dining room for a family meeting.When we were all sitting around the dining room table, the solemn mood in the room was palpable. Mom was the first to speak, “Your Aunt Beth has been in a serious traffic accident. She’s in the hospital with several broken ribs, a broken collarbone, one leg broken in several places, and serious lacerations on her face, arms and hands. She’ll be okay, but it will be a long time before she can take care of herself. I’m going to take some time off work and fly down there next week.”We all loved Aunt Beth, and like Mom, April and I had tears streaming down our faces before she was finished describing our Aunt’s injuries. Unfortunately, the worst was yet to come.Mom continued, “I can only take off work for two weeks, so . . .” She looked squarely at April, “I’m afraid you’re going to have to take care of her after I have to leave and come back here.”Aunt Beth lived in San Antonio, a long way from where we lived in Amarillo, almost the full length of the state. I looked over at April while she asked Mom, “How . . . how long?”Mom shrugged, “There’s no way to know. It could be as little as a few weeks, or as long as two or three months.”April totally lost it. She burst out bawling, jumped up from the table and ran to her room. I knew why she reacted the way she did, so I answered Mom’s and Dad’s shocked expressions by explaining, “It’s her boyfriend. She’s head over heels in love with Zeke.” They seemed to understand.* * *“Hello, Mr. Robinson, is Zeke home? This is Louise. I’m April’s sister.”I heard Mr. Robinson call Zeke to the phone. When he picked up, I explained, “There’s been a family emergency . . . our Aunt has been in a terrible accident, so April can’t make it tonight. She’ll call you in the morning.”After hanging up, I went to April’s room. She was still face down on her bed bawling into her pillow. I propped a pillow against the headboard and sat beside her, stroking her hair and cheek. It was well after midnight when she finally fell asleep. I scooted down the bed and hugged her until I finally fell asleep myself.* * *Saturday morning, April and I slept in a little. I didn’t wake up until I heard her sobbing. When I stroked her hair again, she said in a somber tone through her sobbing, “I know he loves me, but he can’t wait that long. He’ll have to find someone else.” And her sobbing turned into bawling again.It took me almost an hour, but I finally managed to get my sister out of bed. I helped her undress and then ushered her into the bathroom for a shower. “It’ll make you feel better.”After her shower and a glass of OJ, I convinced her to go for a walk with me. It was a beautiful day, and I was sure the fresh air would do her good. We walked without talking to the local city park where we sat on a picnic table.April’s mood seemed to evolve into sad acceptance. The first words out of her mouth were, “What if he likes her better . . . falls in love with her?”I didn’t have to ask who she was talking about. She was referring to whatever girl Zeke found to satisfy his sexual needs in her absence. There was nothing I could think of to say that wouldn’t sound lame or stupid, so I remained silent.After a few minutes, with a long sigh and in that same resigned tone, she said “He’ll say he loves me enough to wait for me and he’ll mean it. But I know he can’t.”* * *“Well, how did it go?” I asked my sister when she finally came into my room after her date with Zeke.Tears started running down her face again. She lifted up my sheet and crawled into my bed, snuggling up to me and sobbing into my shoulder. Through her sobs, she told me, “I have to give him credit for his honesty. He said if it gets too bad for him, he’ll find some outlet that he doesn’t care anything for. He promised me it wouldn’t affect the way he feels about me, and when I get back, we can take up where we left off.”“Geez, what an asshole.” I said as I stroked her hair and cheek.My sister didn’t react the way I expected. She bolted up a little and looked me in the eyes, “No! He’s not an asshole. He loves me enough not to lie.”“I guess that’s one way to look at it.” I said, giving her feelings the benefit of the doubt. And then, just as she was returning her head back down onto my shoulder, I had an idea, “Do you think one of your friends might take care of him for you without trying to steal him away from you?”I got the feeling she’d already thought of that. She wiped the tears from her face and said in a somber tone, “There is someone, but I can’t ask her.”“Why not? I’m sure any of your friends would jump at the chance to have a go at him.”“That’s true, but there’s only one I can trust not to try to take my place permanently.”“So why can’t you ask her? Who is it?”My sister raised her head again and looked me in the eyes, “You.”* * *April finally fell asleep while snuggled up against me. I wasn’t so lucky. My brain was reeling with the dilemma I’d just been presented with. In the first place, I didn’t have to give her an answer. She hadn’t asked me to do it. She loved me too much to ask me to do such a thing.I was both disappointed and frustrated that my sister couldn’t see what a selfish asshole Zeke was. He claimed to love her, but he couldn’t promise to be faithful for a month or two while she was away. In fact, he’d done just the opposite. He’d come right out and told her he wouldn’t—that he’d find someone else to keep him satisfied sexually while she was gone. What an asshole!What if they eventually got married? And what if school or work or whatever caused them to be apart for an extended period? Could she trust him not to go tomcatting around the minute she was out of sight? I think not.April was lying on my arm and it was beginning to fall asleep. I eased it out from under her and rolled toward her. There was just enough light coming in through the window for me to see her face. Even in sleep, her face showed signs of distress. I could only imagine what she was dreaming.As I watched her sleep, I tried to imagine myself with Zeke. Setting aside the fact that I now considered him to be an asshole, the idea of having sex with him wasn’t disgusting to me at all. What f******n year old girl wouldn’t want her first time to be with a good looking, athletic, smart, experienced sixteen year old boy? He was experienced with virgins too. April swore she couldn’t have asked for a more pleasurable first time.After a few hours, I was finally starting to fade. Just before falling asleep, I reached out and brushed her hair from where her tears had stuck it to her face. And then I placed my hand on her cheek and whispered, “I love you. I’ll do it.” And I drifted off to sleep.* * *“I can’t ask you to do that.” April said with yet more tears running down her cheeks.We were sitting on a picnic table in the city park. Zeke would be driving up in a few minutes to pick us up and take us to the drive in for burgers. “You didn’t ask.” I reminded her. “I love you, and I want to do this for you. There’s only one question: What if he doesn’t want it to be me? He still thinks of me as a “twerp”.April wiped away her tears and let out a little chuckle while shaking her head, “You’d be surprised. He’s made a few comments that make me think he’ll jump at the chance.”“What kind of comments?”“One time when we were dropping you off at home after a movie, when you were wearing a halter and shorts, he watched you all the way to the front door. I elbowed him and teased him about perving on my little sister. He just grinned and said hot bodies must run in our family—especially awesome boobs. I’ve caught him checking you out plenty of times.”I was shocked, “I . . . I never noticed.” I said honestly. “So, when should we tell him?”My sister thought for a minute, “The day before I leave. That way, you’ve got over a week to change your mind, and he won’t be distracted. I plan to keep him worn out between now and then.”When we saw Zeke drive up, we started walking toward his car. I glanced down and saw my nipples showing themselves through the thin fabric of my halter. “Shit!” I said only loud enough for my sister to hear, “I should have worn a bra.”April glanced over at my chest and giggled, “I don’t think he’ll mind.”* * *On Tuesday, Zeke took April and I to the Texas Roadhouse for an early supper. She was going to be flying out the next morning, and she had insisted to him that I join them.She picked out what I was to wear; a white tank top which she made me tuck into the top of my black jeans. When I looked in the mirror, it was very obvious I wasn’t wearing a bra. “You don’t think--”“No I don’t” She cut me off, knowing I was concerned about showing my boobs off in public like that.It was still daylight when Zeke picked us up. For the first time, he wasn’t discrete about checking me out. He even let out a little whistle as I approached his brand new 1971 Mustang convertible. Of course, he had no idea what was coming. When I looked at April, she just showed me a grin and wink.When we arrived at the steakhouse, there were several tables available, but April told them we’d wait on a booth. We had to wait almost thirty minutes, but we finally were seated in a fairly private booth.Zeke had a questioning look on his face the whole time. April had told him there was something we wanted to talk to him about, but she hadn’t given him any hint as to what.She waited until we had our ice teas and had ordered. And then she turned to him and said, “Okay, here’s the deal; first off, I really appreciate you being honest with me about what you’re going to do while I’m away. I understand you have . . . needs that can’t wait, especially since I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. I love you, and I won’t ask you to ignore those needs. You don’t need my permission, but I’m giving it to you anyway. There is one condition though.”Zeke raised an eyebrow, “A condition?”April took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She had obviously rehearsed what she was going to say. Her voice was calm and firm when she continued, “You have my permission to satisfy your needs . . . but only with Lou—no one else. Do you understand?”Zeke’s eyes shot from April to me. They were the size of saucers and his jaw dropped open. I showed him as sexy a grin and wink as I could muster. After a few seconds, he stammered, “You mean . . .”I forced a giggle, “Yes, Zeke, that’s exactly what she means.”My sister reached up and put her fingers on his chin, turning his face back to her. “She’s a virgin, Zeke, so I expect you to be as gentle and patient with her as you were with me. She knows what you like, and she’s willing to do those things for you . . . as long as it’s only with her. If you want someone else, the deal is off . . . and you and I are finished. Do you understand?”Zeke looked back at me, “You’re . . . you’re really okay with this?”As nervous as I was, I was able to force another grin, “I do have one other condition.”He raised his eyebrow again, “Oh?”“You have to promise not to call me ‘Twerp’ ever again.”* * *The following morning, I went along with Dad and April to the airport. I was extremely sad . . . for me and for her, but I tried not to cry. During the drive, Dad was going on and on about something, but April and I were barely listening. We had other things on our minds.At the airport, and after checking her bags, and hugging Dad, my sister came to me. She gave me a big hug and whispered, “I thought you and Zeke might need an ice breaker. He’ll pick you up at the park at noon and take you to lunch.” And then she held me at arms length and looked me right in the eyes, “I love you. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. Just have fun and keep me posted on how things are going.”I couldn’t hold out any longer. I started crying. She hugged me tight again, stroking the back of my head and assuring me everything will be okay. When she finally released me, she had to wipe away tears of her own. And then she turned away quickly and headed into the tunnel leading to her plane.* * *I was waiting at the park when Zeke drove up. He drove us to the Whataburger drive up. Other than me asking him to order me a junior burger with everything, fries and a Coke, we hadn’t spoken at all.When we got our food, he drove us to the football practice field behind Tascosa high school where he and April attended. I had just finished the ninth grade, which in Amarillo was still in junior high. I would be attending Tascosa when school started back up.While we were sitting in his car eating our burgers, I got my first surprise when the first words out of Zeke’s mouth were, “I see you’re wearing a bra today.”I looked toward him, “Is that a problem?”He shook his head slightly, “No, it’s not a problem. I just think you look a thousand times better without one.”I was wearing shorts and a white Roger Staubach football jersey. I took another bite of my burger and then set it on the dashboard. I immediately began pulling my arms out of the short sleeves, and then reached behind me and unsnapped my bra. After pulling it off and tossing it into the backseat and putting my arms back through the sleeves, I looked over at him, “Better?”He let out a short laugh, “It’s amazing how you girls can do that without giving a guy even a little peek.”I forced a giggle, “It takes practice.”We were just finishing our burgers when he asked me, “What do you want to do now?”I thought now would be the perfect time to clear the air, “I love my sister. I’m doing this for her. She didn’t ask. I volunteered to do it. I’ll make myself available for whatever you want, whenever you want. All you have to do is ask.”He showed me a sly grin, “Okay, show me your tits.” And he raised a daring eyebrow and waited to see if I would comply.One word was bouncing around in my brain; ‘asshole’. I showed him a defiant look, “No.”“No?” He said, challenging my resolve.I shook my head and stared him right in the eyes, “No. I volunteered to take care of your sexual needs while April is gone, but that doesn’t mean I’m a performing monkey. I still expect to be treated with some modicum of respect. You haven’t even kissed me yet, so why would I flash you my boobs. This is the first time we’ve ever been alone together. Would you ask any other girl to do that on your first date before you even kiss her?”Zeke grinned, took up his Coke and simulated a toast, “Good for you. I think we’re going to get along great.” And then, after taking a sip of his drink, he got out of the car and walked around to my side. He opened my door and offered me his hand. After helping me out of the car, he escorted me to the front of his car. He put his hands on my waist and boosted me up onto the hood. And then he spread my knees with his hands and stepped between them, “May I kiss you now?”I giggled, “You may.”“Have you ever kissed a boy?”I shook my head, but I didn’t look away. I kept looking him right in the eyes. He put his fingers under my chin and tilted my face up a little more. And then he leaned in and gave me a very tender lingering kiss on my lips. Wow! That first kiss sent tingles running through every nerve in my body.When he pulled back a little, he had a questioning look on his face. I answered his unspoken question by saying, “Again please.”This time, when he leaned in, I put one arm around his neck and my other hand on the back of his head, pulling his lips to mine more firmly. When I let out a soft moan, he pressed harder and worked his tongue into my mouth. Seconds after his tongue found mine, I was floating on the clouds.After several very passionate kisses, Zeke began moving his hands slowly up from my waist toward my boobs. He was moving very slowly, I assumed to give me a chance to stop him. I did. I put my hands on his wrists and said, “Wait.”He pulled back and gave me a questioning look, so I pushed his hands away. I then pulled out the bottom of my jersey and cooed, “Under my top.”He showed me a grin as he slid his hands under my jersey, and then he kissed me again. I involuntarily jumped a little when his hands first touched my boobs. He broke our kiss and asked me, “Are you okay?”“Yes” I said, showing him a smile. “That feels really nice.”He immediately began kneading my full boobs, looking me in the eyes the whole time. “You know,” he said, “This is not something most girls would allow on a first date.”I put my hand behind his head again and drew him closer. Then I purred in his ear, “This is not really a date, now is it?”His grin widened, “Not a typical one. That’s for sure.”“Maybe we should go to your motor home.”He raised an eyebrow, “Oh? And what would you like to do when we get there?”I let out a silly giggle and reluctantly pulled his hands out from under my jersey. “Can I think about it on the way and let you know before we get there?”“Sure”, and he put his hands on my waist again and helped me down to my feet. After helping me into his car and closing my door, he dashed around to the driver’s side and got in. Before driving off, he leaned toward me and kissed me passionately again.* * *I knew I didn’t want to have intercourse with him yet, even though I could. I didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant. Fortunately, our Mom was a pragmatist when it came to sex. She lost her virginity when she was very young—younger than me. She’d gotten pregnant with April when she was s*******n. Dad stepped right up to the plate and married her, and I loved him for that. Mom started April and then me on birth control pills at the first onset of puberty.We were about half way to his house when I made up my mind. “I know you and April went on a few dates before she began giving you handjobs and letting you play with her pussy inside her pants. After a few more dates, she started giving you blowjobs. Sometime after that, you started going down on her. It was a few dates after that before the two of you started fucking. I think you and I should skip to the middle of all that. Maybe we can start by you teaching me how to give you a proper blowjob.”Zeke looked over at me with a wide grin on his face, “That sounds great to me.”* * *By the time we got inside his motor home, I was shaking all over. He noticed and had me sit on the sofa while he went to the small kitchen area. When he returned, he handed me a glass, half full of something that looked like water. “Drink this. It’ll help you relax.”When I took a tentative sip, it took my breath away and burned my tongue and throat, causing me to start coughing. Zeke let out a short laugh and said, “Yeah, it takes some getting use to. Just gulp it down. It’s okay if it makes you cough and gag. I promise it will be worth it.”“What is it?” I asked when I could.“Vodka.”I’m not sure why I trusted him, but I did. I put the glass back to my lips, took a deep breath, and then gulped down the liquid in two huge swallows. Again, I broke out in a fit of coughing and gagging, but Zeke didn’t tease me at all. He just took the empty glass from me and set it aside. And then he sat next to me on the sofa.“You seem to know a lot about my dates with April.”When I could, I told him, “She gave me a detailed rundown every time when she got home.”“Detailed, huh?”I turned my head to look right at him, “Yes, very detailed.”He chuckled, “Oh really? And what did she enjoy the most?”“I think you should ask her. I’m not here to divulge secretes . . . yours or hers.”It was only a couple of minutes before my extremities began to tingle and I could feel myself calming down. Zeke must have sensed it because he slid over closer to me and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.During our second kiss, he began moving his hand up under my jersey, but I pushed his hand away. “Did you lock the door?”“No reason to. The only one home is my k** brother, and he knows not to disturb me when I’m out here.”“Okay then.” I said, getting to my feet. Once standing, I immediately pulled my jersey over my head and flung it away. “Better?” I asked him as I was sitting back down.“Very much better.” He said with a wide grin. “But can I ask you for a favor?”“That depends on what it is.”“Will you stand back up for a minute so I can look at you?”I was thankful for the Vodka as I got back to my feet and stood before him. The look on his face was worth it. Without giving it much thought, I unsnapped my shorts, unzipped them, and pulled both them and my panties down, kicking them away.It’s difficult to describe the feeling of standing totally naked in front of him. I felt my pussy grow instantly wet. I held my arms out from my sides and did a slow pirouette for him.“Very, very nice.” He said with genuine appreciation in his voice. And then he patted the sofa beside him. When I was seated, he stood and pulled his t-shirt over his head. His shorts and underwear were soon added to the clutter on the floor.Zeke’s penis seemed to be semi erect, although I had nothing to compare it to. His was, after all, the first one I’d ever seen. “Wow” I exclaimed with true excitement.He chuckled, “I take it you’ve never seen a totally naked man before.”I shook my head, never taking my eyes off his penis. April had described it to me many times, but her words couldn’t approach the magic of seeing it for myself.“Spread your knees,” He instructed me, and when I did, he stepped up between them, his penis right in front of my face. “Take your time. You can look at it and touch it. Satisfy your curiosity.”It felt surprisingly heavy in my hand, and warm. When I lifted it more, I could see his balls hanging below. With my other hand, I positioned my fingers under them and gently lifted them an inch. They reacted immediately, the sack contracting and his balls moving upward toward his body. “Oh Shit! What did I do?”Zeke laughed out loud, and then he explained, “Your hand is a little cold. When a guy’s balls get cold, they shrink up to his body to get warm from the heat of his body. It’s okay, you can still touch them. Your hand will warm up soon enough. Now just so you know, you still have to be gentle with them, but not with my cock. It’s very durable. You can squeeze it, pull on it, whatever you want. Just don’t stick it with your fingernails.”“I’m supposed to lick it, right?”He chuckled again, “Whenever you’re ready. I’m in no hurry. It’s important for you to get to know it and get comfortable with it first.”I swear it got a little bigger and heavier just from me holding it, so I repositioned my fingers on it. I could barely touch my thumb and index finger around it. I especially loved the head, which was perched atop it like a medieval gladiator’s helmet with the sides flaring out. It was a lot lighter shade than the rest of it. The shaft was darker while the head was more pink or light purple.After only a minute, it had grown even more. It became firmer, thicker, and longer. I was no longer able to close my fingers around it. Even as it became firmer, its skin remained silky soft, but I could feel what was under the skin become increasingly more firm. I could see its veins beginning to bulge from it.When it was firm enough and long enough, I began to move my hand up and down over its length. That’s when Zeke spoke up, “When you do that, grip it tighter. Don’t move your hand over the skin. Instead, move the skin up and down over it.”I started doing that, and then I looked up at Zeke, “Is this like a handjob?”He let out a short laugh, “Yep. If you keep doing that long enough and fast enough, you’ll make me cum.”I shook my head, “I don’t want to make it cum yet. I just want to play with it and then lick it and suck it.”I saw a drop of almost clear liquid come out of his pee hole, “Is that pee or cum?” I asked him.“It’s neither. It’s called precum. It’s supposed to help lubricate a pussy when you’re first starting to fuck. Don’t be surprised when you see a lot more of it. I usually have a lot.”“Am I supposed to lick it off?”“Most girls do. Just like cum, some girls love it and some hate it.”“I think I’m going to love it.” I told him as I extended my tongue and licked the precum off the head of his penis. There wasn’t really enough to taste. It just felt really slick on my tongue. Seconds later though, there was a lot more of it. If I hadn’t caught it with my tongue, it would have dripped onto my legs or the floor. This time, there was enough to taste. It wasn’t displeasing at all. “Not bad.” I told him.When I was sure his penis couldn’t get any longer or thicker without ripping through the skin, I began licking up and down its length. I loved the way the now engorged head felt against my tongue.After a couple of minutes of that, I felt it was time. I closed my lips around the head and swirled my tongue over it. Little by little, I began moving my mouth lower, taking more and more of his hard penis into my mouth. It wasn’t easy. It was stretching my jaws to their maximum. I managed to get about half of his shaft into my mouth, with half being what I estimated to be four or five inches if I included the head.Zeke let out a low moan, “Now just move your mouth up and down on it. Use you hand around the base and move it up and down in sync with your mouth.” A minute later, he let out another moan and said, “You’re doing great, Lou. If you keep that up, I’m going to cum before too long.”I took my mouth off of his penis long enough to say, “I don’t want you to cum yet. I’m having too much fun.” And then I went right back to sucking his hard penis.Zeke chuckled, “That’s music to my ears, but just so you know, a guy lasts a lot longer the second time. That’s why it’s always good to give him a blowjob before you fuck. That way, he’ll last a long time when you’re fucking.”I pulled my mouth off of him again, “So if I make you cum and then do this again, I won’t have to worry about you cumming before I’m ready?”“Exactly.”“Okay then, I want to go ahead and make you cum. What do I need to do?”He chuckled, “Just what you were doing. You might tighten your grip a little more and suck a little harder. That will speed things up. You do know what to expect when I cum, don’t you?”“I know your sperm comes shooting out.” I told him with some pride in my voice from knowing that.“Yes, that’s right, but some guys cum more than others. I cum a lot. Girls can’t take it all, so it’s okay if you can’t. Just take what you can. Don’t stop when you can’t take anymore though. You can pull your mouth off, but you need to keep pumping it with your hand until I’m finished cumming. I’ll tell you when that is. Don’t worry about where the rest of it goes. We can clean it up afterward.”“Got it.” I said as I put my mouth back on him, tightening my grip and sucking as hard as I could.Sure enough, it was only a couple of minutes later when he told me, “I’m getting close.” And a few seconds after that, he said, “Here it comes.”I was ready, but the force of the first blast hitting the back of my throat still startled me. I recuperated fast though and kept pumping and sucking. Blast after blast flew into my mouth. I had to back off twice to swallow, but I never took my mouth off of the head. Finally, it started just oozing from his penis. There was still a lot of it, and I had to swallow twice more. That’s when I was actually able to taste his cum. It had a strange texture, but I didn’t mind the taste at all. In fact, I kinda liked it.Not long after that, he asked me to stop. When I finally let his penis slip out of my mouth, he immediately pulled me to my feet and kissed me passionately. That surprised me. When he broke our kiss, I looked at him, “You don’t mind kissing me after you cum in my mouth?”He chuckled, “No. Why would I expect you to eat something I won’t? When I go down on you and you cum in my mouth, will you kiss me afterward?”“Of course.” I said honestly, having tasted my own cum several times. “But just so you know, I cum a lot too. There’s always a huge wet spot in my sheets after I cum. You might drown.”Without asking, Zeke poured each of us a little Vodka in a glass and sat beside me on the sofa. When we clinked glasses, he said, “A toast to the only girl who has ever been able to take all of my cum without spilling any.”After gulping down the liquid and coughing, I said, “Really? I’m the first one?”“Yes you are, and quite a few have tried.”“Wow!”* * *If I wasn’t already horny enough, Zeke took it up to a new level when he asked me to stand in front of him and let him kiss, lick and suck my boobs. He laughed when I made him stop so I could sit back down, “My legs are getting weak.”When he stood between my spread knees again, I learned he’d been telling the truth about it taking him a lot longer to cum the second time. I played with, licked and sucked his penis for almost an hour. I was actually able to get two thirds of his long thick penis in my mouth. My jaws felt like they were going to lock up. I loved every second of it.I’d almost given up when he warned me that he was getting close. Sure enough, a minute later, he stiffened and began shooting his sperm into my mouth. I was a little disappointed when there wasn’t nearly as much of it as there was when he came the first time. Still, the reduced volume allowed me to hold it in my mouth longer, swirling my tongue around in it and savoring the taste.Just as I was about to swallow the second and final mouthful of his cum, an idea struck me. I didn’t swallow. Instead, I just kept it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around. When Zeke pulled me to my feet to kiss me, I shook my head and opened my mouth just enough for him to see.He just grinned and said, “Okay, if that’s the way you want it.”Back at the city park, he ran around and opened my door. Again, he tried to kiss me. I showed him I still had a mouthful of his cum, so he just hugged me and said, “You’re crazy, and I love it. I’ll meet you here at eleven tomorrow.”I nodded, grabbed my bra from the backseat, stuffed it into my purse and set out on the mile walk home.I had the house to myself, so I went straight to my room, stripped and began playing with my pussy. I didn’t swallow Zeke’s cum until my orgasm hit me, which took only a couple of minutes.* * *I got up early the next morning. After my shower and a glass of OJ, I put on one of my tank tops. After marking it with a piece of chalk, I set about altering it. I cut it off just two inches below the bottom of my boobs, then went to the sewing machine to hem it. When I was done and tried it on again, the hem was a mere half inch below the round bottoms of my heavy boobs. If I raised an arm, the hem would pull up, exposing my boob on that side almost to my nipple. “Perfect!”I felt extremely naughty during my walk to the park. I could feel the slight breeze violating my boobs, causing my nipples to grow taut and show themselves through the thin light blue material.Zeke beat me to the park. When he saw me approaching, he got out of his Mustang and opened the passenger door. Before I got in, he gestured to my top, “What’s this?”I let out a silly giggle, “Easy access.”He laughed, “I love it.”We’d just pulled into the drive in and ordered our burgers when a boy walked up, apparently one of Zeke’s friends. “Hey Zeke, what’s up?”“Just getting some lunch.” Zeke responded.And then the boy looked over at me, “I see they’ve got you on babysitting duty.”Zeke’s face and neck turned instantly red. He looked up at his friend and crooked a finger as if wanting to say something to him where I couldn’t hear. When the boy bent down, Zeke caught him right in the face with an elbow.I couldn’t believe how fast it happened. The boy’s nose began spurting blood, so he reached up and pinched his nose closed. “Sorry man” he said as he spun around and hurried away.Zeke looked at me, “Sorry about that. He’s an asshole.”I was just starting to regain my composure, “You didn’t have to do that on my account.”“No one is going to disrespect you when you’re with me. He got what he deserved.”* * * When we got to Zeke’s motor home, I started to pull off my tank top. “No! Leave it on. I like the way it looks. It’s really sexy.” And then he asked me, “Do you need some Vodka?”“No, but I’d like some anyway. I like the way it makes me tingle all over.”While he was handing me a small glass filled about half way with Vodka, he asked me, “So yesterday, when did you finally swallow?”I took a small sip, coughed only a little and answered, “When I got home and made myself cum. I had to swallow while I was cumming.”He grinned, “Nice”, and then he sat down close to me. I was still sipping from the glass, so he didn’t try to kiss me. Instead, he reached over and lifted the hem of my tank top enough to give him an unobstructed view of my boobs. And then he put his hand on my right boob and began kneading it.By my third sip of the Vodka, I didn’t cough or gag at all. I was able to swallow it with only a little burning of my tongue and throat. When the glass was empty, he took it and sat it aside. And then he stood up and helped me to my feet.When I was standing, he sat back down and pulled me closer. He immediately unsnapped and unzipped my shorts and tugged them down. “Nice” he said when he found I wasn’t wearing panties. “Easy access here too.” He said with a chuckle.After I stepped out of my shorts, he pulled me back onto the sofa, but this time, on the other side of him and a ways away. I didn’t understand why until he put his hands on my shoulders and turned me, laying me down with my head in his lap.He lifted my upper body enough so he could lower his head and kiss me, his hands moving immediately under my tank top to knead my boobs some more.After two or three minutes and while still kissing me, he began moving his hand down my body until it was on my pussy. I instinctively spread my knees enough to give him access.It was obvious from the start that he knew what he was doing. He went slowly, teasing my landing strip of pubic hair before running his fingers lightly over my slit. I moaned my approval into his mouth.After a minute, he began sliding his finger between my already engorged lips. I moaned into his mouth again. He finally worked one finger and then a second into my wet pussy. I broke our kiss long enough to arch my back and moan out, “Oh God yes!”I got the feeling he wasn’t trying to get me off. Even with his fingers in my pussy, he was going slow, teasing me, working me up at an agonizingly slow pace.It must have been at least ten minutes later when I felt my orgasm building inside me. I broke our kiss and panted, “I’m . . . please, I’m close.”Zeke did exactly the last thing I wanted. He stopped, withdrew his hand, and after licking his fingers, he scooted out from under me and got to his feet. I had no idea what he was up to, but I took his offered hand.When I was standing, he pulled one of my arms around his neck, and then he bent and slid an arm under the back of my knees. He lifted me into his arms and carried me down the narrow hallway, depositing me gently on the bed in the small bedroom.He immediately went to the foot of the bed and crawled on, spreading my legs and pulling them over his shoulders. I thought he was going to fuck me, but instead, he put his arms around my thighs and used the fingers of both hands to spread my pussy open.When he lowered his head and began licking my pussy, I couldn’t believe the intense feelings. April had told me how wonderful it felt when he went down on her, but her deions couldn’t come close to the reality.Less than a minute later, I was arching my back, bucking my hips, and flailing my head back and forth. “Oh God!” I almost screamed as he dove his tongue into my pussy. Only seconds later, I began cumming. “YES!” I cried out, and I began flooding his face with a torrent of cum.I couldn’t take anymore, so I pushed his head away, rolled onto my side and curled up into a fetal position, panting and gasping for air. I had never cum so hard for so long in my life. I felt him crawl up beside me and hug me to him.* * *“You weren’t k**ding about cumming a lot.” He said with a chuckle. “I couldn’t swallow it all.”“I’m sorry.” I said through my gasping for air.He let out a long laugh, “Don’t apologize. I loved every drop of it. I’ve never seen a girl cum so much. I’ll be ready for it next time.”“I was just faking it” I said with a silly giggle.He laughed again, “Right!”* * *A few minutes later, I was between Zeke’s legs on the bed licking and sucking his penis. I loved doing that. I loved the feeling of my tongue sliding over the smooth skin, and I loved the way the bulbous head felt in my mouth.I was initially very disappointed and frustrated when he told me, “When I start to cum, pull your mouth away and jack me off onto my chest and stomach. I loved the taste and texture of his cum, so I was feeling deprived.I did as instructed, and by the time he was finished cumming, his chest, stomach and my hand were all covered in copious amounts of cum. He pulled another pillow under his head and looked down at me, “Now clean it up with your tongue . . . all of it.”He didn’t have to tell me twice. I eagerly began lapping up the cum from his body and my hand until there wasn’t a drop left. When I was finished, I looked up at him with a grin, “Yummy”.He laughed, “Even girls who are okay with taking my cum in their mouth, are reluctant to lick it up like that. It’s hot as hell to watch.”I didn’t understand that at all, “Why won’t they do it? It’s still cum, and it’s still delicious.”Zeke laughed again, “You’d better be careful. I might just fall in love with you.”* * *After I’d given him a second and very long blowjob, he drove me back to the park. When he was helping me out of his car, he kissed me a last time and then asked, “Am I ever going to be able to pick you up and drop you off at your house?”“My mom will get home tonight. I’ll talk to her about it in the morning.”* * *End of Part 1