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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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