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Horny

CHAPTER 1

I guess I can't even remember when I wasn't horny.  I  have
always been sexually oriented from my earliest memories.

I can remember from when I was about  seven  or  eight  one
time that my uncle Mark was over on a Sunday dinner to  our
home in West Texas and he had been showing  off  about  how
strong he was by making me hold my arms at my sides with my
elbows stiff and he would hold  onto  my  elbows  only  and
raise me off the floor.

We had been  playing  like  that  after  supper  that  late
afternoon and for some reason that I can't remember now,  I
wasn't wearing my panties.

I used to wear cotton panties then.   You  know,  the  kind
with the double thick crotch and little elastic around  the
waist and the legs too.

Like I said, I don't  remember  why  I  wasn't  wearing  my
panties then because I always did then, and  if  my  mother
had caught me not wearing pants she would have blistered my
bottom for sure!

Anyway, we had been playing out on the scrubby lawn in back
of the house and it was a hot West Texas  day  and  he  had
played with me by lifting me up by the elbows several times
and then he lifted me  and  swung  me  around  and  had  me
sitting piggy back on his shoulders with my legs  over  his
chest.

Uncle Mark was my father's brother.   My  father  had  been
killed in a railroad accident when I was about four  and  I
don't even remember him at all but  my  uncle  Mark  I  had
always known.

He was a big man and very brown  from  the  Texas  sun  and
working outdoors reading meters for the gas company.

My mother worked in the small  town  I  grew  up  in  as  a
waitress in a really dingy cafe.   Both  my  older  brother
Bobby Joe who had a paper route and my older  sister  Edith
who worked after school in the sweet shop helping out as  a
sales girl and cleaned up the place were home that sunday.

Bobby Joe must have been about fifteen then and  Edith  was
about seventeen.

Anyway, there I was, perched  on  his  shoulders,  my  bare
little pussy pressing against his big sweaty  neck  in  the
back and me with no pants on  at  all  and  only  a  cotton
dress.

It didn't take any time at all with my uncle Mark galloping
around the lawn with me on his back until I felt  the  very
first rising of my passions.  My naked little pussy and the
sliding around on his neck were enough to make me cum.

Or at least I think I did.  It is hard to  remember  but  I
think that was the very first time I did.  Nobody  knew  it
but me.  I think now when I think back that maybe my  uncle
Mark knew it too because we had been playing  pretty  rough
and he could have easily noticed that my ass was bare  when
my dress flipped up.  That may even have  been  the  reason
that he put me on his back.

I think now that he knew I didn't have any panties  on  and
wanted to feel my bare little hairless  pussy  against  the
back of his neck!

Anyway, that's what I remember about the first time I think
I came.

When my dad had been killed the railroad gave my  mother  a
pension.  It wasn't much but we weren't broke all the  time
and we ate good.  Of course we lived outside town and had a
garden and usually had a cow and a couple of pigs and  some
chickens and raised some of our own food.

When I was ten or  eleven  my  sister  went  to  Austin  to
college and only came home on the weekends and  my  brother
and I lived with mom.  We only had a two bedroom  house  so
Bobby Joe and I shared the same bedroom with bunk beds  and
I had the top one.

My mother had the other bedroom and my uncle Mark  used  to
stay overnight with her in her bedroom  and  sometimes  she
had a boyfriend for a while and who ever he was at the time
would also stay overnight.

There weren't any explanations  at  all  and  we  all  just
accepted it that way.  In fact now that I think back on it,
if we had wondered aloud about mom's overnight  guests  she
probably would have paddled our butts, or used a switch  on
our legs.  She didn't take any  of  our  nonsense  at  all,
ever!

The next thing that I really remember was about  that  time
when I was ten or eleven and I still hadn't developed  yet.
I had nipples  that  had  started  to  grow  and  just  the
slightest swelling of  the  start  of  my  breasts,  and  a
covering of soft down on my pussy but I was still  a  girl,
not a woman.

I think that it was around this time  in  my  life  when  I
started  to  develop  an  intense  interest  in   sex   and
everything connected with sex.  I remember reading books to
find out what people did when they had sex and  asking  all
my friends what they knew about it.   It  was  one  of  the
topics of conversation  between  all  my  girl  friends  at
school and also one of the  topics  where  a  multitude  of
mis-information flourished!  I can't believe even  now  the
total ignorance we had about how men and  women  made  love
together!

It wasn't easy to get correct information.  I couldn't  ask
my mother and I didn't have a father.

One night around this time, I woke up in the  top  bunk  of
the bunk beds with the bed shaking.  I lay awake staring at
the ceiling for a while wondering what caused  the  shaking
and then suddenly it came to  me  what  was  happening.   I
don't know how I knew but I knew!

Bobby Joe was in the lower bunk and he was jerking off  his
cock!

I knew it was true without even looking.  I could feel  the
rhythmic vibrations of the bunk  bed  and  hear  the  heavy
breathing as he was jerking on his cock.  Pretty  soon  the
vibrations were faster and faster  and  then  the  bed  was
still and a deep sigh came from below me.  I knew then that
he had cum.

That was exciting!  Just listening  to  the  movements  and
using my imagination about what he must have been doing.  I
knew he read Playboy Magazine and had some  old  copies  in
our room in the bottom drawer of his dresser.  There  isn't
anything you can hide from a ten year old sister!

I dropped off to sleep with my finger  caressing  my  pussy
trying to imagine what it would be like to have  a  man  in
there.

During the next few weeks I was awakened several  times  by
my brother whacking away at night.  It  got  so  that  even
though I went to bed before him that the  movement  of  the
bed would almost always wake  me  and  I  would  lay  there
touching myself and listening to his breathing.

One saturday when I was cleaning our room because my mother
said that if I didn't clean the place she would restrict me
to staying home all weekend, I started looking for  one  of
my brother's playboy magazines in  his  bottom  drawer  and
found some pictures and some stories that were  written  on
typewriter paper and were quite obviously carbon copies  of
some X-rated stories.

It wasn't long until I was in the bathroom sitting  on  the
toilet and reading all of the stories and  looking  at  the
pictures too.

The pictures were the best.  Some of men and women and some
of women only but everything showed!  There  were  pictures
of men getting sucked on by a woman and I think  that  this
must have been the first time I ever  heard  about  getting
head.  It was very exciting and I sat on the toilet rubbing
myself and reading stories and looking at pictures until my
mother pounded on the locked bathroom door and told  me  to
get my room cleaned or else!

It was when I was cleaning the mirror on  my  dresser  with
Windex that I got the idea.

I was looking at the mirror and I found that if I tilted it
right that I could see my brother's bed.  Within minutes  I
had the mirror tilted slightly and after climbing the short
ladder to my bunk, found that I could look into the  mirror
and see into my brother's bunk!  I couldn't wait to  go  to
bed that night!

It was saturday night and I think  my  mother  was  shocked
when even though I could have stayed up late, I went to bed
early.

I can remember laying in my bunk, looking at  my  brother's
empty bed and wishing he would come to bed and whack off so
I could watch.  I even experimented until I found that if I
would lay on my side I could see his bunk clearly.

When finally I heard him coming to bed, I  closed  my  eyes
and pretended to be fast asleep while I  watched  him  take
off his jeans  and  shirt  and  climb  into  bed  with  his
undershorts on.  I saw him reach  under  his  mattress  and
bring out a small book.

He turned on the reading light he had at the head board  of
his bed and started reading.  I kept watching and  I  could
see the covers over his shorts rising into a bump.

I could see his hand going  down  to  his  cock  under  the
covers and then the bed move as he pulled  his  shorts  off
under the covers.  It wasn't long before he had the  covers
thrown back and I saw a male cock in full erection for  the
very first time.

My brother was about fifteen or sixteen at the time and had
a pretty good sized organ for his age  and  I  watched  him
fondle and move it around as he read his  book  and  pretty
soon he was shaking the bed again and finally I saw the cum
shoot out the bulbous end of his cock and splatter all over
his stomach and chest.

Let me tell you, that was  exciting.   I  think  that  also
planted the seeds of voyeurism in me.  The  idea  of  being
able to watch and not have anyone know I was  watching  has
stayed with me ever since then.

Anyway, I remember watching my brother jack off many  times
after that but I always pretended to  be  sleeping  and  he
never knew that I watched and liked what I saw.

It must have been about two years later that I  saw  people
fucking for the first time.  I think I was  about  fourteen
or fifteen because my brother was in Austin at college  and
I had the room all to myself except when he  came  home  on
the weekends or when my sister came to stay a  day  or  two
and used his bunk when he wasn't home.  If all three of  us
were there Edith and I shared the same bunk and  Bobby  Joe
slept in the lower bunk as always.

My uncle Mark still came  and  spent  the  night  with  mom
occasionally and I was cleaning my closet when I heard them
in their bedroom through the thin wall of the closet.   The
house had been built during the depression and wasn't  much
for insulation.  The outside was clapboard and  the  inside
was not much more than wallpaper on cardboard I think.

Anyway, I put my ear to the wall in my closet and  I  could
clearly hear  their  conversation  even  though  they  were
talking very low.

Later that day I took an ice pick from the  kitchen  drawer
and poked a hole in the wall of my closet.  Putting my  eye
to the hole I found that I was looking at a coat hanging in
my mother's closet of her bedroom.  It didn't take me  long
to offer to clean her closet too.

She should have had a stroke with me offering to work,  but
she was glad that I did.  It didn't take long to re-arrange
her clothes hanging on the dowel and when  I  had  finished
cleaning her closet I had poked two more holes at different
places so that I would be able to see into her bedroom from
inside my closet.

Again I could hardly wait for evening.  My uncle  Mark  was
over for dinner and he kept telling me how pretty and grown
up I was and teasing me about boyfriends  and  embarrassing
me.

I had grown up.  My figure was pretty good  even  then.   I
had long hair then and my breasts had swelled out  until  I
was wearing a B cup bra and I had curly hair on  my  pussy.
I do remember that night I again went without  panties  and
during dinner while the three of us ate I  kept  putting  a
finger under my dress on  my  pussy  under  the  table  and
feeling the moistness  and  soft  ringlets  of  hair.   Not
really finger fucking myself at the table, but I was coming
very close.

I remember being very daring that  night  and  I  was  very
turned on and I do remember twirling  around  once  outside
with my uncle Mark watching me and knowing  that  my  skirt
went high enough so that he would know that I  didn't  have
my panties on.  I had graduated by then  to  wearing  nylon
tricot panties but that night I was bare as can be under my
skirt.

I even teased him and sat on his lap on the porch swing for
a little while and put my arms around him  and  kissed  him
and told him he was my favorite uncle.  That was  always  a
joke between us because he was my only uncle.

I even imagined that I could feel his cock  swelling  under
my bare ass as I squirmed on his lap,  but  that  may  have
been wishful thinking of a fifteen year old.

Anyway, back to my story.  When I went to bed about nine or
so, I undressed and put on a nightgown and  peeked  at  the
holes in my closet but the bedroom was empty then.  It  was
a long time, maybe an hour or so until my mother and  uncle
Mark went to bed.

I remember watching them get undressed and the getting into
bed him on one side and my mother on the other.  I  had  my
eye glued to the hole and it didn't take  long  until  they
were kissing under the covers and rolling around  a  little
and before long he  had  thrown  off  the  covers  and  was
kneeling between my mother's thighs  and  was  fucking  her
like crazy.  I couldn't see his cock but I remember  seeing
my mother's pussy  and  remember  how  much  hair  she  had
between her legs.  I could see his balls  though,  swinging
between my mother's spread legs and how she would  hump  up
at him occasionally.

As you might have guessed by now, my  finger  was  slipping
around on my clit like  crazy  and  after  they  were  done
fucking and I was in bed, I masturbated several times until
I went to sleep from exhaustion.  And  that's  a  wonderful
way to drop off to sleep when you have had so much sex that
you just can't keep your eyes  open  anymore.   It  doesn't
matter that I didn't have a man, it only  mattered  that  I
came until I was exhausted and I went to sleep with visions
of sweaty bodies humping away at each other.

I watched many times in the next two years, my mother  with
several of her friends in bed.  I saw most of the ways that
men and women can meke love in those steaming nights in  my
closet with my nightgown at my waist and my  eye  glued  to
one of the holes in the back of the closet.

I had just turned  sixteen  about  a  month  and  I  had  a
boyfriend who was co-captain of the  football  team.   That
was big stuff then even though my high  school  was  pretty
small and I was on the cheerleader squad and the  assistant
editor of the school newspaper and also  a  member  of  the
Beta Gamma's which was the honor society.

I still wore my hair long then and my figure had filled out
even more.  I wore the same C cup I do now  and  my  figure
was about the same.

I was popular in school and was still just as interested in
sex as ever, even though I was still a virgin then.

My boyfriend's name was Tom and we were so  much  in  love.
We used to make excuses to get out and  park  somewhere  in
his corvette and feel each other up and kiss until our lips
were sore.

We were parked at the airport one night which was  a  great
place because there was never anyone there and the  parking
place we used to move the car to was gravel and  you  could
hear someone walking on it for minutes  before  they  could
get close enough to see what we  were  doing.   The  police
used to come by once in a while but we could always  either
see or hear them in plenty of time to be just  sitting  and
waiting for an airplane to take off or land and they  never
really bothered us much.

Tom and I had been going steady for a  few  months  and  on
that night he had started to put his hand on my breasts and
he asked me to take my bra off so he could  kiss  them.   I
had let him feel me but never my bare  breasts  until  this
night.

I was reckless and very excited and I let him  unbutton  my
dress and then open my bra.  I remember how  long  it  took
him to figure out the clasp at the back and how I  wouldn't
help him and how long he fumbled until my bra came loose.

It didn't take him long then to  have  my  breasts  in  his
hands and my nipples must have been standing  out  a  mile.
There I was with my dress unbuttoned to the waist,  my  bra
hanging from my shoulders in front and my breasts quivering
in his hands.  I will tell you that I  was  so  hot  I  was
panting when he started sucking on my nipples.

The feeling was wonderful.  So  much  better  that  when  I
fondled myself that I was in heaven.

I was laying partly back in the bucket  seat,  Tom  sucking
away like crazy on my breasts and I  guess  I  just  forgot
what I was doing because it didn't take long for my hand to
pull the skirt of my dress up.

I guess all that watching my mother and my uncle or one  of
my mother's friends fucking in the bedroom and me  with  my
hand in my pussy that old habits just took over.

Anyway, I pulled my skirt up and while  Tom  sucked  on  my
breasts and fondled them, I had my fingers under my panties
and was sliding my finger up and  down  my  pussy  when  we
heard a car coming and we jumped and started to  button  up
again.

Tom saw that I had my finger on my pussy when we jumped.

The police didn't even stop  but  just  took  a  slow  turn
through the parking lot at the airport, but I never got  my
brassiere fastened and I know I must have looked funny with
the stupid thing just hanging under my dress.

While we were driving to my house later Tom told me he  had
seen me with my finger in my pussy and next time we  parked
he wanted to have his finger in there instead.  Let me tell
you I think I came right in the front seat of his  corvette
when he said that.  It must have been a week  though  until
we were able to get into the parking lot again.

It was a beautiful moon that night,  not  full  but  almost
full.

Very romantic!

And I was very very hot and excited too.  I  wore  my  very
best pair of panties and I almost couldn't wait to get them
pulled down.

We had gone to a movie in town and even left before it  was
over to go and park and fool around so it sure wasn't  long
before we were in the middle of the gravel parking lot with
the top down and Tom discovered very  quickly  that  I  had
neglected to wear a brassiere.  That  was  the  very  first
time in my life that I had a male cock in my hand!

By the time I had my dress unbuttoned and his lips  sucking
my breasts, I had started getting bolder and I had my  hand
at the front of his levi's and felt the big bulge there and
how very hard that it was.

Pretty soon I made him stop sucking my nipples and  feeling
on my breasts  and  I  got  very  bold  and  daring  and  I
whispered to him.

"Honey, I want to touch you down there.  Sit back  and  let
me."

He was sprawled out in a second and it took me a long  time
to learn how to open buttons on tight Levi's.   I  had  one
hell of a fight  getting  the  things  open  with  all  the
pressure from below and the tight jeans too.

I will never forget the very first time I had his  cock  in
my hand.  I had to move my hand in unfamiliar  surroundings
trying to find the opening in the fly of his jockey  shorts
and even finding the opening there were problems.  Ever try
to bend the unbendable and get it  out  though  an  opening
that was only designed to get through  when  it  was  soft?
After a while of struggling to get it out, I  finally  just
started tugging on his  tight  jeans  and  got  them  loose
enough and far enough down his legs that I could  pull  his
shorts down and his lovely cock just kind of jumped free.

The thrill of having that moist cock in  my  hand  for  the
first time.  The excitement of running my fingers over  the
length and feeling the soft skin and the bumps  and  ridges
and cords standing out from it.  The ecstasy of moving  the
skin at the top and discovering how easy  it  unpealed  the
delicious looking knob at the end.  Even in the  dim  light
of the moon I could see a drop of  slippery  juice  welling
out of the hole in the tip of the end of  his  cock  and  I
remember taking great delight touching  and  smearing  that
slippery juice over the head and seeing how shiny it became
with the increase of wetness.

I used the same deft touch on his cock that I  had  watched
my brother use on his own cock so many  times  when  I  had
watched through half closed eyes while he had  whacked  off
his hard cock until he sqirted his cum on his stomach.

Tom was squirming around now, and my fingers tightly closed
on his cock and running up and  down  the  shaft  while  my
other hand explored the soft skin on  his  hairy  testicles
was getting both of us so very hot  that  when  he  started
moaning and I felt his hips lift off the seat, I bent  down
and did what I had seen my mother do so many times.

I grasped his cock firmly and  my  lips  slipped  over  the
moist head.

I was in heaven.  He tasted warm and sultry and the pulsing
of his cock  transmitted  itself  to  my  eager  lips.   He
stiffened, his body trembled and for the first time I  felt
the squirting of male cum into my eager mouth.  The  flavor
was divine, the amount astounding.  He kept on pulsing, his
cock almost squirming between my eager hot lips and the cum
cascaded from him to me.  I guess I was one  of  the  lucky
ones that discovered that swallowing hot cum the very first
time I tried was wonderful and I have  never  been  one  to
spit out what ever a nice guy was  eager  enough  to  shoot
into my mouth.

It was like chewing into the  first  bite  of  a  succulant
steak and having your mouth fill with saliva.   I  had  the
very same feeling as I felt the flooding  of  his  hot  cum
filling my eager mouth.

He lay still as I raised and sat back on the  seat.   I  do
remember hitting my head on the steering wheel when he came
and I rubbed the spot while my other hand  held  his  cock,
feeling it shrink and soften in my fingers like  a  wounded
bird.  I idly moved the skin, milking him and  feeling  the
excess fluid slowly oozing as his cock lost  it's  rigidity
and became soft and floppy again.  It was wonderful feeling
the power that I had to change him from hard and urgent  to
relaxed and dozing on the seat next to me.

I think he slept for  a  few  minutes  while  I  sat  there
looking at the almost full moon, skirt high on my legs,  my
finger toying in the moist slit between my thighs.

I guess a lot of girls' first experience  with  direct  sex
has been by giving a blow job...

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