Confessions of a Cocksucker By Fiddle28
I am a Cocksucker. Now, there I've said it and I feel much better for telling you this up front. I've heard that this is they way an alcoholic begins his recovery when he attends his first AA meeting. Confess that you are a *****, then go forward from that point. Well, I am not trying to reform in any sense of the word. I'm rather proud of my addiction and have no plans to ever stop. Down through the ages the word "Cocksucker" has been regarded by most as a derogatory term. To me it is just the opposite. When I hear the word, my first thoughts are of a heavenly hard Prick throbbing in a wet hungry mouth....mine. I don't know if this would be considered a blessing or a curse, but for me it is definitely a blessing with a capitol B. For me, sucking a Penis is what most people would call an addiction. Some people are addicted to tobacco or alcohol. Some prefer cocaine or heroin. I know people who are addicted to religion. To each his own and if one persons action does not intrude on another persons space, then I like to think that everyone should be free to do whatever works for them. My purpose in life is not to judge what others may enjoy, but to accept the fact that we are all different and have different desires and passions. If we all liked the same thing, then there would only be one flavor of ice cream. Good old plain vanilla. Now, that I've told you my opinion of a live and let live lifestyle, I will now share with you a few of the things that work best for me. Mind you, I am not looking for total agreement with my preferences, nor am I seeking your thoughts on how weird and unbalanced I may be. What I do and the way I do it brings much pleasure to my everyday life and I have no pangs of guilt. I accept the fact that God made me what I am and for this I thank him. I am a reasonably attractive widowed housewife in my late forties. I am the mother of three children, two boys and a girl who I dote on. My husband passed away just after my third child was born leaving me very comfortable financially thanks to a well thought out insurance program. I have never remarried, nor do I have any plans in that direction. I have dated several men since the death of my husband, but none that tempted me to enter into a lifelong commitment. I didn't need the financial security that might come with a marriage and the thought of sucking the same cock every night for the rest of my life really didn't excite me at all. A lot of selfish men marry a lady for her great sexual technique then immediately try to make her a sex slave only unto himself. This control will never work if the lady you choose is a devout Cocksucker. One Cock, one mouth is not an even match. A true lover of the art must have many men to satisfy her cravings. One man could never supply enough Cock to meet the demand. I know dear heart, I've been there. Why tie myself down to one guy who probably would not accept my lifestyle. I've also discovered that one need not marry for Sex. Good Lord, it's everywhere. One of the wonderful features of Cocksucking is the free market of supply and demand. Take it from me, the demand far exceeds the supply. There is an endless supply of hard Cocks seeking a wet warm mouth. I've never met a man who didn't love having his Cock sucked. A lot of them like it even better than plain old fucking. For every cock I've known that preferred cumming in a pussy, there have been fifty or more that would rather cum in a sucking mouth. This is proven by the fact that there are so many guys hanging in the Gay Book stores just waiting for an offer. If guys didn't love having their Cocks sucked, then the Gay lifestyle would quickly fade away. I've often thought that if I had been born a male, I'd be an out and out queer. I'd suck every Dick in sight and beg for more. Being a woman I can do exactly that and never be chastised for being a slut. In all the years I've enjoyed my sexual hobby, not once have I ever been treated like anything but a lady. I've heard the stories and read about guys who go out on the town looking for a blow job, then after they have gotten their rocks off in another mans mouth, they then become judge and jury and proceed to beat the crap out of their benefactor. I've never understood this stupid redneck mind set. When I hear some asshole bragging about having beat up a queer.....I move away from him and avoid him in the future. For some reason most men love to hear of my sexual history. "When did you have your first sexual experience?" "Who was it with?" "Did you like it?" "What is the biggest cock you ever sucked?" Somehow that question is universal. All men seem to be interested in the size of every other mans Cock. Think about it. If you enjoy reading erotic stories as I do, most are written by men. In almost every story when it comes time to describe the Penis, it is always a gigantic monster of a Prick that is rock hard and lasts forever. Take it from me dear heart, that isn't the real world. Cocks come in all shapes and sizes and the really large ones are rare and not all that satisfying. Oh, they are nice to look at and to stroke and play with, but for the average women, they are a bit too much of a good thing. I prefer the average size Cock to suck on. If it is clean and will get hard, I can make do on any size. Another common question I get from my white friends is...."Did you ever suck a black man?"..."Was it bigger and better?" "Did he cum a lot more than white guys?" "Could you tell a difference and do you like them better?" Let me answer these questions. Yes, No, and No. Actually I see little or no difference in cocks regardless of the color. To me, a Cock is a Cock is a Cock. Close your eyes and take a Cock into your mouth. I defy anyone to tell me what color it is. With my eyes closed I can tell if one is cut or uncut, I can tell if it is long and slender or short and fat. I can tell if it is hard or soft and if it curves to the right or left or up, but for the life of me, I can't define color. Something else most guys want to know is......"How old were you when you sucked your first one and did you like it?" I was twelve and no I didn't like it.....I loved it." I still remember the feeling of that hard Cock passing my lips and I knew at that moment that this would be my choice of Sexual acts for a lifetime. Who was the lucky guy? At the risk of shocking all who may read this....it was my older brother who was fourteen. He was just reaching puberty and was thrilled that he could actually shoot a load of cum. We'd played all the Sex games that young kids will play and I'd seen his Cock many times just as he had seen my smooth little pussy. We'd been playing show me yours and I'll show you mine for several months. This particular day we were home alone on Saturday. We had slept late and as I passed by his room on my way to the bathroom, I noticed he was awake and was stroking his Dick while looking at a Playboy magazine. I walked into the room and stood by the bed. When he realized there was someone in the room he jumped and covered himself..."Jesus, you scared me, I thought it was Mom or ***." I assured him that it was just Little Old Me and that I liked watching him stroke his Cock. "Want to see it shoot the white stuff?" I nodded that I sure did and with that I sat down on the bed next to him. "Want to touch it?" I did and I did. It felt so wonderful. It was hard, but the outer skin moved up and down easily. It was about six inches long and the size of a small banana. As I played with it, I felt a tingle between my legs that gradually got stronger. I told Jimmy how much I loved playing with him and he asked if I'd like to kiss it? Well now, I wasn't completely ignorant about such things. I wasn't the world class Cocksucker that I am now, but I had heard my older sister and her friends talking about giving head to their boyfriends and their conversations fascinated me. Yes, I did want to kiss it and without another word I bent and took the head and two inches of the shaft into my young mouth and began to suck. I raised up and faced my brother...."You'll have to show me how." "You are doing just fine, just keep on doing what you are doing." Later he told me I was a natural and should be proud that I could please a Cock in this way. After about three minutes he began to rise off the bed and groan. "I'm about to cum, do you want it in your mouth?" He did and I did. I felt the warm liquid shoot from the head of his cock and swallowed every precious drop. I kept sucking, I wanted more, but Jimmy pushed me away. It was then that I discovered that once a man shoots....seconds later, the party is over. Little did I realize at the time that this was the beginning of a lifetime of sucking Cocks. Since that beginning, I've sucked hundreds if not thousands and all for the right reason. I love it so. I love the way they feel, they way they look, the way they taste and above all the wonderful climaxes I enjoy while sucking on one. Believe it or not, I can cum three times in ten minutes while sucking on a hard Cock. The guy doesn't have to touch me in any way. My thrill comes just from the feeling of a hard one in my mouth. This may sound strange and I have only heard of two other women who can cum this way, but believe me, it works for me and I do love it. After my first encounter with my brother, did I continue to have sex with him? Yes, I did, many times when we were growing up. In our ******, Sex was not a dirty word and our parents were very open and honest with us kids. There was Jimmy who was fourteen, Janet the oldest was fifteen and Roy was nine at the time. Then there was me. If we had a question about something sexual either parent was always willing to answer our questions in detail. Many times we kids would stand in the hall and listen as our Mom and *** made love in their bedroom. The moans always told us that they were having a good time. We once heard *** cry out.... "Suck it all out Mama." That took the guesswork out of what was going on in there. *** had some Adult films on 8mm with a projector and many times we kids would sit and watch the flickering screen right along with Mom and ***. They thought of it as educational and I think they were right. We kids all grew up with a healthy regard for things sexual and we never had to learn the facts of life from other kids on the street who didn't know as much about the subject as we did. We never flaunted our knowledge of sex to the outside world, but would smile inwardly when we'd hear a tall tale from an obvious uniformed juvenile. I didn't suck Cock number two until I was sixteen. Jimmy was keeping me well fed during those years. When he needed relief, my mouth was only a suggestion away and when I was hungry for a Cock, his was always ready. His cock grew longer as he got older and by the time he finished high school, he sported a nice seven and one half inches. I know this to be true as he and I measured it. By this time I had learned to cum while I sucked and I'd also learned how to relax my throat muscles so I could accommodate his entire shaft without gagging. The first time I saw the movie Deep Throat where Linda Lovelace had her clit in her throat, I thought.....Sounds like me. My clit is in the right place on my body, but the thought of a hard Cock in my throat will make me moist every time. Number two was on my steady boyfriend Steve. We'd been dating since I turned fifteen and I considered him my steady. We had done all the hugging and kissing and petting that young people do, but we had not reached the point of no return, sexually. Then at my sweet sixteen birthday party celebration I decided that it was time to add another notch to my Cock collection. After the party Steve and I were sitting in the front porch swing and making small talk. We kissed a few times with lots of tongue action. In the dim light I could see that Steve had a nice erection and by the sound of his heavy breathing, I figured he was ready for a suck. By this time he had my blouse unbuttoned and was feeling my tits, first one, then the other. I pulled his head toward my chest and he didn't resist. He went after those young tits like a starving man for food. It felt good, but this was only the beginning of my master plan. I then reached over and felt his cock through his pants. He jumped like he was shocked, but quickly relaxed and leaned back as I proceeded to unzip his fly, reach inside and pull forth a nice hard six incher. I held his cock for several moments without moving my hand. I'd learned from Jimmy how sensitive a cock is in the beginning and I didn't want Steve to shoot off in my hand and spoil the treat I had in mind for him. In a few minutes I felt the throbbing Cock relax a bit so I leaned over and whispered in Steves' ear....."Would you like me to kiss it?" He would and I did. I leaned over his lap and held his cock with two fingers at the base then lowered my head and took the head of his cock between my lips. I had to go really slow, because I knew at any moment Steve was going to shoot his load and I did want this to last, at least until I could get one good climax for myself. I nibbled at the head, then the shaft, then reached inside his pants and released his balls. I kissed the balls and mentioned what a nice set he had. This pleased him no doubt to hear a female pass a compliment on his balls. This went on for about ten minutes and every time I'd feel that tell tale throb and hip motion, I'd back off. Finally, I was ready and my cum was just starting when I went for the gold ring. I felt Steves pubic hairs pressing against my lips as he unloaded down my throat. I swallowed hard and fast. Stevie boy did shoot a big load. I raised up and kissed him square on the mouth. His tongue probed deep inside my mouth as if he were looking to find traces of his own cum, but it was long gone down my throat. We sat there several minutes in silence. Finally, Steve spoke...."That was the most wonderful thing I ever had happen to me, can we go steady till you finish school, then get married?" I smiled and kissed him again...."We'll see." I now had two Cocks in my stable to keep happy. Sometimes I'd have both on the same day. I'd suck Jimmy off during the day, then Steve at night. I was the most well adjusted girl in school. No frustration for me. I had two young studs that kept me well supplied with cum anytime and every time I wanted it and I wanted it every day. I also had the good sense to keep my mouth shut about what made me so happy. After all, I was still a virgin technically. One thing that has always puzzled me ever since I learned this ancient art....why do they call it a Blowjob? Seems to me it should be a Suckjob. Blow just doesn't seem to be the right word? Oh well, no matter what it is called, the end result is the same. When Steve finished high school his parents had it all planned for him to go away to the University, but old Steve was hooked and refused to leave town and my sweet mouth and chose instead to attend a local college so as not to lose his place in my lineup. On the night of his graduation, I sucked him off three times. Back in those days, his recovery time was not more than twenty or thirty minutes. I've found that the younger Cocks rebound quickly, but are also quick on the trigger. More than a few times when I was with a young stud, he would shoot off even before my lips met the head of his cock. This didn't offend me for I knew that in a few short minutes he would be ready to go again. The second and other loads to follow always took longer and longer. In later years when I would read the ads in the Swinger Magazines the ones that mentioned "long lasting" always caught my eye. I was watching one of the daytime talk shows not long ago and the subject was girls as young as nine or ten who were already sexually active. As I recall there were four young girls there and all four were really cute. This one kid who was fourteen looked and acted like she was twenty and had been with twenty five different men, some as old as forty. The mother, the audience and the host were all really browbeating the kid, but it was obvious that they weren't about to change her mind. Finally someone in the audience asked what kind of sex she liked best? The girl shocked the crap out of everyone when she replied...ORAL. Well this set the place buzzing. Mama almost fainted. Then someone asked why? The kid said..."Well first of all I like it...and I'm GOOD AT IT!" I thought way to go kid, I know where you are coming from. This kid reminded me of myself back a few years ago. I predict a great life for this girl, she is already light years ahead of the other girls in her age group. She knows what she likes already and some females never find it. On another talk show that same week the subject was young girls who were dating older men and the audience and the Mothers were horrified that the girls were sexually active, some as young as twelve. This one kid was fourteen and had spent three days away from home in the company of a thirty five year old man. Well, everyone thought this was just terrible. Then the kid said...."But, I didn't have sex with him." The host asked..."What did you do?...."I gave him a hummer and a hand job, after all, I"m still a virgin." The audience went nuts and Mama was mortified. It took me a moment to realize what the kid had said. Translation... I sucked his Cock and jacked him off. That kid thought no more of sucking a cock than she did of shaking hands. To her it was only sexual if she had intercourse. I had to admire her. I think that the old moral bullshit that Mothers teach their ********* has done more to fuck up marriages than anything I can think of. For some reason, stupid women try to teach their ********* that the little hole between their legs was put there for only two purposes. One is to pee and the other is to maintain absolute control over the man in their life. "You ration it Baby, use it as a weapon and he will be your slave, for he can't live without it". What utter Bullshit. The theory might work if hers were the only hole in the world, but pussies are everywhere and the female who thinks hers is the only one the guy can be satisfied with is only kidding herself. Get real girls. Show me a female who uses sex as a control mechanism and I'll show you a husband who is out looking for a woman like me....and women like me are a lot more plentiful than one might think. We don't want to take your husband or boyfriend, we just want to use him for a few minutes. "My wife doesn't understand me." How many times have I heard that one? It usually means..."I like having someone suck on my Cock and my wife thinks it's nasty." I think most divorces begin in the bedroom. Keep up the good work girls, you are singing my song and driving your men straight into my mouth. Ask any prostitute which sex act married men come to her for. The vast majority come to get their cocks sucked. Another plus for society in general is that my way is perfect birth control. No longer would there be any unwanted babies and only those who wanted children would ever have any. The abortion issue would disappear completely. Over population and world hunger would be no more. Forget morality, this is an exact science. We females have been programed to believe that we should only have sexual relations with another person that we LOVED. I disagree with this thinking. I've had wonderful sex with hundreds of men that I hardly knew, let alone loved. By the same token, I've loved lots of people that I've never even thought of having sex with. If we women could only learn to separate the two emotions, Love and Sex, then we might be a lot happier with both. Some ask me what happened to my affair with my brother after we grew up? Well, it didn't stop, I'm happy to say. It did slow down when jimmy went away to the service and when we both got married and started families, but Stop? No way. We both loved it too much. To us Oral Sex was a way of life and the fact that we were related did not matter at all. In fact it seemed to draw us closer. To us Oral Sex is nothing more nor less than one human making another human feel good. Being related had nothing to do with it. I loved sucking my brother and by the time I was fifteen he began sucking my pussy. We are discreet and do not flaunt this, but it is as enjoyable today as it was in the beginning. Yes, today. Well not today exactly. It was one day last week that he dropped by the house and we locked into a delicious sixtynine for well over an hour. Yes, Steve and I did marry after I graduated. Steve became a pilot for one of the major airlines and I went to nursing school. All through high school I would sit and daydream about what profession I could go into that would give me access to lots of men. I finally settled on nursing. I'd always admired the clean looking women in the crisp white uniforms. My decision turned out to be a good choice. I figured there was an endless supply of Doctors and Interns as well as other Nurses that might be interested in my talents. Steve and I had, had a long talk about the course our sex lives would take and we both agreed on an open marriage. Steve was free to date any women he chose, even to the point of bringing them to our home. I was free to do the same and it was fully understood that his wife was addicted to cocks and had no intentions of stopping now or later. Our agreement was based on absolute honesty. I never sucked one cock that I didn't tell him about and he never was with a woman that he didn't share the experience with me. As a matter of fact, our sitting and sharing the details of our extra marital affairs seemed only to draw us closer together. Neither of us ever had an affair that was serious. By serious, I mean we never met anyone who we'd trade for each other. Steve would fly away to Miami on an overnight and come home and tell me about the cute little hostess that had come to his room and sucked him off twice before he went to sleep. Then I'd tell him about the stranger I'd met in the grocery store the day before. I spotted this guy over by the meat counter. He seemed to be looking at the steaks, but out of the corner of my eye I could see he was more interested in my legs and ass. He followed me around the store always pretending not to notice me. Finally our eyes met and I smiled my sweetest sexy smile. He returned the smile. Little did he know that he was in the trap and that ten minutes later his cock would be in my mouth. I knew it, but he didn't. I then locked my gaze on his crotch and slowly licked my lips. He never looked away from my eyes and mouth. when I raised my eyes to meet his he was white as a sheet. "Does that mean what I think it means?" he muttered. I whispered, "I'm in a white van with dark windows at the edge of the lot on the right." I headed for the checkout line and I noticed he was right behind me. When I reached the van, I opened the side door and got in with him only a few paces behind me. By the time he entered, I had raised my skirt to my waist and sat there like a bitch in heat. The guy was nervous, but wasn't about to let this moment pass. He sat beside me and reached one hand over to caress my bare pussy. I reached for his cock which was now erect and straining to get out of its confinement. I unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled forth a nice seven incher. The head of it glistened with precum as I complimented him on how beautiful it was. Over the years I've found that no matter how small or how limber or long or short a cock is, the owner always loves to hear that someone thinks it is pretty. " Would you mind terribly if I sucked it?" The guy recovered from the shock of hearing those words enough to nod and say...."Please." As I lowered my lips to engulf his Prick, I held the base between my thumb and forefinger real tight. I find that this not only traps the blood in the cock, but actually gives the length another inch. He relaxed and leaned back while I had my feast. He had good control for a guy who had fallen into this situation so suddenly. After about five minutes he said...."I"m getting close, do you want it in your mouth?" I didn't answer, but nodded and went for the base of the Cock with my red lips and probing tongue. When he started to cum, I held the base of his cock with my thumb for several seconds while his balls ached for relief. When I did let go, the cum gushed out like a geyser and I caught every precious drop. Then I did something that most cocksuckers never learn. I held his softening cock gently in my mouth and reached my forefinger beneath his sack and almost to his asshole. I pressed and pulled forward the entire length of the channel on the underside of his Cock. This gave me a few more drops and left him without the tell tale pecker tracks in his shorts for his wife to find. A gay friend of mine taught me this trick. Incidentally girls, if you really want to learn the fine art of cocksucking, forget the books and discussions with other women. Find you a gay man friend and ask him to teach you. They may be shocked at first, but will be more than willing to teach you all they know and believe me, they do know their trade well. The guy I asked to teach me was a friend of the ******. He gave me pointers that have never failed me. He used to kid me that he was giving away all his secrets and that I would be his competition....but there were more than enough cocks to go around. Like I said...they are everywhere. I eased the guys Cock back into his pants and zipped him up, kissed him and said, "Thanks, I needed that." "Do you have to go now?" "Can I see you again?" Yes and yes. "I usually shop here on Thursdays." Steve got really turned on as I told this and unzipped his pants and took out his stiff cock and began to stroke it. I watched him stroke as he hung on my every word. I could imagine that hostess kneeling above him with that beautiful thing down her throat. By the time my story finished we were both on fire with desire. I fell back on the bed and he dived for my wet pussy and began to tongue fuck me. I came right away and moved into my favorite position. With Steve laying on his back I knelt between his legs and cupped his big balls with my left hand and did the thumb and forefinger number on the base of his Cock. His cock looked a foot long. "Give me your juice Baby." Baby did just that. Let me pause here long enough to say, I am not writing this in an effort to convert anyone to my way of thinking. I am only trying to share....What works for me. I'm not out to recruit "Born again Cocksuckers." I like the balance just the way it is now. Cocks by the thousands looking for that one eager mouth and throat. If tomorrow morning every female in the world woke up with a burning desire to suck a cock....then I'd be just one of the crowd. I wouldn't like that. I love feeling special. Another common trait that cemented the relationship that Steve and I enjoyed was the fact that both Steve and I were Bisexual. Steve fully understood the compulsion to suck a cock and we often compared notes on who, where and how we'd enjoyed a Prick. A little later on, I'll tell you of some of our dual sucks. If you think for a moment that Cocksucking isn't a National sport, go to the internet and search for "Fellatio" You will not only find vivid instructions on How to suck a Cock, but trace its history. Type in "Gloryhole." and find the address of places to meet fellow devotees in every State in the Union. Of course most sites are aimed at Gay males, but I find it entertaining to read about what others are doing in and around the tearooms of America. Speaking of gloryholes, Steve and I used to frequent some of the local bookstores that have peepshow booths in the back room. Some of the booths had a gloryhole cut into the wall where the suckee next door could position himself with his cock through the opening and the suckor could enjoy a feast without ever actually seeing the owner of the Cock. These places were popular and during the daytime they were filled with clean cut guys in business suits seeking the action that they couldn't get at home. I know, because me being a woman, the guys seemed eager to talk with me and would tell me secrets that they wouldn't confide to another man. "If only my wife would suck me off."....I've heard it a thousand times. Unfortunately for we ladies, most gloryholes are found in mens toilets for the pleasure of the gay crowd. Steve used to tell me some great stories of what went on in such places. The stories made me want to disguise myself as a man and join the action, but I never did. Several times I would fly with Steve to a distant city when he had discovered something interesting. I could fly free, so cost was no problem. I remember the several trips to San Francisco. Steve had found a private Swingers Club there that catered to couples only on weekends, but on week nights singles were welcomed. Either single men or women, and believe it or not there were some single women there. The single women got in free. It cost fifty dollars for a couple and the single men had to shell out a hundred. Even at these prices everyone considered it a bargain. For the hundred dollars the singles were guaranteed a suck off before the evening was over. They had a staff of three well built men and five lady attendants, all well endowed and talented in the art of Cocksucking. As I recall, the place was called The Pleasuredrome. It was aptly named, for it did reek with pleasure. The admission price made it rather exclusive I'd think. It struck us being like a five star Hotel. There was no alcohol nor drugs, but plenty of everything else including a beautiful buffet and drinks. The first time we were there the crowd consisted of the hosts and hostesses, nine couples and I'd say, as best as I recall, about thirty single guys and two single women. The Club consisted a large room that would seat maybe forty people with a large screen Television showing Adult Movies. Then there was the game room with pool tables and various electronic games, but the room that got the most attention was one called "Cocksuckers Heaven, featuring the WALL of fame." This room was like a mini Theater with thirty seats and a raised stage at one end. On this stage was a bare wall with six glory holes drilled at just the proper height. The theater was dark, but soft pink lights lit up the stage and it was easy to see all the action. Behind each hole was a guy with his cock sticking through. It was a beautiful sight, seeing all those cocks ready to be sucked. Then, the host announced..."Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the famous Cock buffet."....Feel free to participate as little or as much as you desire. These gentlemen are here for your pleasure as well as their own....."It's SUCK TIME!" Within forty seconds there was a wet mouth attached to each gloryhole cock. We could hear the slurping sounds and the moans from the backstage guys. As quickly as one guy would cum and withdraw, another would take his place. This was a Cockuckers dream come true. A voyeurs delight. Within minutes the audience was into the spirit and throughout the theater there were cocks being stroked and sucked. The men were invited back to be a part of the Wall while the ladies kneeled in front. They had thought of everything. They had soft pillows for the women to kneel on while they enjoyed their feast. That night I set a record for myself and I've not come close since. I sucked off twenty one cocks in two hours. I sucked off a blind guy, a midget and two guys in wheel chairs. Let me tell you, these handicapped guys are a horny bunch. Their limbs may not work, but their crotch equipment is perfectly healthy. What is more, they appreciate the attention. We met several nice people that evening and got acquainted with the owner who had some wonderfully sexy stories to relate. We saw women as young as twenty and as old as seventy sucking cocks of all ages. There were four black guys among the singles and two Hispanics. There were two Asian couples. There was no jealousies, no shyness, no inhibitions of any kind. Everyone knew what they were there for and entered into battle like the sex warriors that they yearned to be. Among the couples attending was a Father, ******** combination. We'd always had an interest in ****** sex and here it was in living color right before our eyes. None of the people at the gathering seemed shocked nor did we hear any murmurs of disapproval. Just the opposite, we all wanted to see them get together. Our desires were soon rewarded when the fifty three year old Father and the thirty year old ******** took center stage. While the Father stood, the ******** knelt and sucked his cock and balls. She really knew the art of a tongue bath well. Soon the Cock was rock hard and throbbing. The ******** laid down on the stage and the father mounted her. I've seen a lot of fuck scenes in the Adult tapes, but none to equal this one. Maybe it was just the thought of ****** that made it more sexy seeing them fuck. There was no doubt at all that they were enjoying each other and the fact that others were watching only seemed to add to their excitement. We've found that most active swingers get as much pleasure from being watched and they do from watching others. When the father finally shot his load into the girl, she let out a scream that shook the room."CUM in me ***, fill me up." The father withdrew a limp cum coated Dick and promptly went down between her thighs and began to suck his own juices out of her well fucked cunt. This act also drew applause from the crowd. I have relived this evening many times down through the years and the thought of that parent sucking and fucking his offspring never fails to arouse me for a delightful masturbation session. You may be wondering why I've dwelled on Oral Sex and not gone more into the joys of fucking and other Sex acts. Well, I suppose it is because in my world Oral Sex, both giving and receiving, is way ahead of whatever is in second place. Oh, I do enjoy intercourse and have spread for many men, but for pure unadulterated pleasure, give me a Cock to worship with my mouth. I have no argument for those who prefer Sex in other forms, but I have to write about what I know best, thus this dissertation on Cocksucking. I've seen and tried it all at one time or another, but I always return to my first love and sucking a Cock is it for me. What sex acts don't I like? Well, I'm not fond of Anal Sex. I have tried it, but for me it is uncomfortable to say the least. Golden Showers? I've given a few to friends who really loved them, but it did more for them than it did for me, but I aimed to please. I've also had a few and did not feel degraded by the act, but have only managed to cum a few times, and then only when the stream was directly on my clit as I spread for the gold. Brown Showers? Ugg, not for me thank you. Bondage and Pain? I don't mind watching it in the tapes I see, but it isn't for me. Fisting? Not for me as I am too small, but I have a girlfriend who looks upon fisting as I look upon cocksucking. She can't get enough and is always on the lookout for a guy with big hands. I once introduced her to a couple I know and the minute she shook hands with him, she grabbed his hand and held it and said "My God what a hand, would you like to fist me?" He would, and a few nights later he did. We were at a party and we watched as he coated his hand with KY jel and shoved his hand almost to the elbow. I was amazed that any pussy could take an object that large, but then, some babies are that large and they seem to make it out OK. Since then I've seen fisting in some of the amateur tapes and yes, my friend isn't alone. There are others who can take a fist and love it. Animals? I have mixed feelings on this one. I've never tried it, but seeing it in the tapes doesn't turn me off. I like it when the women suck the dog dicks. The animal tapes usually frustrate me because they seldom make a good penetration shot. It must be difficult to stage such a scene. After Steve was killed in an air crash, I was devastated for months with grief. It seemed my Sex drive died right along with him. I threw myself into seeing after the children and their many interests. I became active in all their school projects and believe me, three kids and their activities can keep one busy. My devotion finally led to my being elected president of the PTA. Almost a year had passed since Steve had died when one day I was cleaning out our bedroom closet and came across a box of photos we had taken down through the years. Now, these weren't the usual ****** photos. These shots were our personal Sex collection. Steve had been an avid photo collector of erotic pictures and had taken hundreds, if not thousands of pictures of he and I and a some of our partners in erotic poses. The ones I liked best were shots of me sucking cocks. We'd found that very few men objected to having a picture made of their cock being sucked as long as it didn't show their face. The polaroid camera did more for naughty picture taking than anything I can think of. When we started this hobby, it was difficult to find a film processor who would develop a roll of film that contained nudity, not to mention raw sex. I spread the collection out on the bed and spent the next two hours just looking and thinking back to when these beautiful sexy photos were taken. I remembered each one as if it were yesterday and as I began to get that old feeling in my groin. It seems my over active sex drive wasn't gone after all. I eased a finger down and into my moist cunt and no sooner had I touched it, it exploded with a welcome orgasm. I gathered the photos up and put them away and decided that it was time I rejoined the world of oral sex. I felt giddy as a schoolgirl as I made my plans for the evening. I took a nice hot bath and douche and dabbed my best cologne between my breasts and on my upper thigh. Guys always love a clean nice smelling woman and this was a special night and my reentry into the world of Cocksucking. I kissed the kids good night before I left the house, telling them I was going to visit my sister. No sooner had I settled into the seat of the car than I felt the juices from my pussy easing out into my panties. I quickly placed a kleenex inside my pants to catch the flow. I don't know about other Cocksuckers, but with me, once I start thinking about sucking one, my throat starts to contract and actually starts to hurt. I've had these throat attacks in the past where I could barely whisper. Then, once the head of a Prick passes my lips, the pain goes away and I relax into a blissful suck. Maybe I'm looking for that cum lubrication. I remembered a bar on the far side of town where Steve and I used to find some action when we were both on fire to suck something. I headed there. It had been some time since I'd been there and I figured I wouldn't know anyone, but no sooner than I entered, I detected a murmur go around the room. Hushed tones and many faces turning to look my way. I took a booth near the rear of the place and ordered a wine cooler. The waitress remembered me and welcomed me like a long lost sister and bit by bit filled me in on the happenings of the real word in my absence. Bob, the bartender waved a hello to me and threw me a kiss. I smiled and felt more juice gushing from my pussy. I needed more kleenex. Then, one by one the regulars that I remembered dropped by to say hello and to give me their condolences and mention what a great guy Steve was. "Hello, you beautiful thing, I've missed you." I looked up to see Hank, a pilot that Steve used to fly with. Hank was no stranger to my mouth. I'd drained his Cock many times. I motioned for him to sit down. He asked about the kids and we had the usual small talk for a few minutes. Finally he asked..."What are you doing here?" Without even thinking, I blurted it out...."I haven't sucked a Cock in over a year and I'm here to start catching up." That pleased Hank. He moved into the seat beside me and in the dim light of the bar he unzipped his pants and reached for my hand, but I was way ahead of him. No sooner than he had started to unzip than my hand was inside the opening searching for that Cock that I had sucked so many times before. I held it and felt it throb to my tender touch. The bar was not crowded and no one seemed to be paying us any attention. Bartender Bob gave me a thumbs up signal. I held Hanks cock at the base with thumb and forefinger just as I had held my brothers in the beginning, then without hesitation, I bent and took the shaft down my throat in one motion. On about the third downstroke, Hank let me have it and groaned. I swallowed and raised up and just as I did, the place burst into applause. Sure enough, what I had just done was no secret. I suppose I should have been embarrassed, but instead, I felt like a Queen at her coronation. It was a mixed crowd, perhaps twenty men and five or six women. Nobody left, so I guess this meant approval. On that third down stroke I had gotten my climax that was long overdue. Hank asked me if I'd ever sucked off a Father and Son combination? No, can't say that I have. "Well tonight is your night for something different, Hank Jr. is home from the service and will be meeting me here in a few minutes and I want you to suck him dry while I watch." This caught me by surprise. I remembered Hank Jr. as a skinny little nerd that all the kids used to make fun of when he was in school. I'd always felt sorry for him and wish I could comfort him in some way. He was a shy kid, growing up. I couldn't have been more surprised when he walked into the bar. Hank called him back to the booth and asked if he remembered me? This strapping six footer was no longer the nerd I remembered, but he was still shy. He smiled at me and answered his Dads question...."Do I ever remember her, she's Steves wife and my all time favorite fantasy." Then as we talked it all came rolling out like a sex opera. It seems this kid had been jacking off with me in mind since he was twelve. What a beautiful compliment. Then he surprised me even further when he took out his wallet and pulled out a well worn photograph that he had carried since he joined the Service. It was as picture Hank had taken years ago when we were all on a ****** picnic at the beach. There was Steve and I and Hanks wife, Ida. Ida and I had on bikini swim suits and if I do say so, we looked pretty sexy. This picture has taken me through a lot of horny nights these past few years. I knew what he meant and again I was thrilled. Hank suggested that Jr. move over and sit beside me. When Jr. sat down, I eased my hand over and stroked his leg. "Are you ready for your dream to come true?".."I sure am, where can we go?" We don't have to go, we're there." and with that I reached for his zipper and reached inside to find a carbon copy of Hank Sr. I eased it out and stroked it and my mouth watered at the thought of sucking a Father and Son in the same setting. "Like Father like Son." I quipped as I leaned forward and took his hardness into my mouth. "Better take it easy, if you want this to last." I did and I did. I made love to that beautiful piece of meat like there was no tomorrow. I'd rather have been in a setting better suited to the comfort of sucking Cock, but cramped as it was, this booth was affording me a rebirth of Cocksucking. Jr. filled my mouth with his jism and I swallowed as fast as I could and still had a few drops escape out the side of my mouth and down the shaft....but, like the devout Cock pleaser I am, I licked it clean and enjoyed every precious drop. This kid had given me three wonderful cums of my own in the process. Hank Sr. was beaming his approval. Having watched two Blow Jobs in living color, the natives seemed to be getting restless. Nothing to get ones horny stirred up like watching a Lady Cocksucker in action. To make a sexy story short...before that evening ended I sucked off twelve more hard ones. One of the other women in the place even joined in at her husbands insistence. I got twenty three cums that evening and never even took off my cum soaked panties. That night I slept the sleep of a happy women. After my long absence....I was back. It felt good. I remember a wonderful sexy summer the year I finished high school Tim had joined the service and was stationed in San Diego. We hadn't seen each other in several months and we were both on fire. For my graduation present, Mom and *** bought me a plane to ticket to San Diego to visit my sex slave, Tim. Tim called two nights before my flight to talk and to tell me he had arranged a treat for me. He was not going to tell his buddies that I was his sister, but that I was a local whore back home and his personal slave. When I got off the plane Steve was there to meet me and I fell into his arms like a long lost sweetheart and the kiss I gave him certainly wasn't one that resembled a sisterly kiss. After we picked up my baggage we made our way to the parking area. I'd expected us to take a cab to the Motel near the base where he had reserved me a room and I had already planned to suck him off in the cab on the way. Even if the driver was to notice what I was doing, it would only add to my excitement. We Cocksuckers do love being watched. "So, you are the lady Tim has been telling us about?" This remark came from one of Tims' friends who had a car and had agreed to drive Tim to the Airport. There were two other friends along for the ride. Tim introduced them as Sam and Andy and a black kid named Tyrone. Sam drove while Andy sat in the front with him and I got in the back seat between Tim and Tyrone. No sooner had we cleared the parking lot, than Tim started to unbutton my blouse. "Look here guys...ain't this the finest set of young tits you ever saw?" All three guys agreed that they looked really nice. Sam was watching in the rear view mirror and was having trouble concentrating on the road. By now we were entering the freeway and Tim unzipped his pants and said..."OK Bitch, start doing what you came out here to do." This excited me and like the loving Slave that I was, I leaned over and started on his hard cock. The other three guys were watching every move as best they could. Tim said he hadn't masturbated in three days, just waiting and saving his load for me. I believed him when he shot that jism down my throat. I licked the shaft clean and sat up in the seat to find that Tyrone had taken his Dick out and was stroking it. I reached over and felt it and it was a really nice nine incher with a large head. Tyrone was uncut and the sight of that purple head easing in and out of the sheath as he stroked was more that any Cocksucker could resist. "Do you mind." and before he could answer Tims little sister had taken her first of many black cocks into her mouth. "Damn Tim, you said this Bitch was good, but she is even hotter than you said she would be." Tyrone had good control and as we sped along the freeway I enjoyed a ten minute love affair with this black monster. He later confessed that his control wasn't all that good, but after Tim had told him he might be getting a blow job in the car, he had gone ahead and jacked off early that morning so he wouldn't be so quick on the trigger. As I was busy sucking that cock, the guys started to laugh. It seems we had come even with a trucker in the next lane and traffic was slow. The trucker was all eyes as he looked down into the back seat of the car next to him and was watching a white girl devour a big black cock. He honked his air horns in approval and threw the guys a thumbs up sign. Just as I finished cleaning up Tyrone, we were pulling into the Holiday Inn. Tim had already checked into the room, so the five of us got out and made our way to the room. Tim and Tyrone were laughing at Sam and Andy as both of them had roaring erections on and couldn't hide their hards. Both held a piece of luggage in front to mask their embarrassment. Once inside, Tim suggested we not waste a lot of time since his Whore knew what she was there for and he knew the Bitch was dying for more fresh cum. Within two minutes four sailors and one oversexed teenager were naked and ready to begin her feast. Andy and Sam still had those cocks sticking straight out, so I figured they had suffered long enough and I knelt before them and motioned them both over to my waiting mouth..."Poor Babies, they need a kiss." I took Andys' Cock in my mouth first as I held Sams Prick in one hand.... Within thirty seconds, Andy had given me gush after gush of fresh hot man cum. His knees got weak and he collapsed back onto the bed. "By God, she DID swallow it. Tim, you said she would." "Hell yes, she swallows...after all I trained this Cunt, didn't I?" You could hear it in Tims voice, he was beaming with pride at the thought of sharing his Whore with his friends. Andy said..."My girl will suck on it sometimes, but she gets sick if I cum in her mouth and it pisses her off." "Well old buddy this ain't the case with my Slut so give her all you've got. After all she isn't doing this just for your benefit. She is getting off herself all the while she is sucking a Cock..."You're shittin us." "Is that true?" I nodded a positive YES as I knelt before Sam and took his Cock deep inside my mouth. "Fuck her in the mouth Sam." Sam did just that as the three men stood close by watching my red lips engulf that beautiful hard Dick. "Are you ready for my Cum?" I nodded a yes and with that Sam exploded down my throat. I swallowed and licked his balls clean of the few precious drops that had escaped my mouth and ran down my chin and onto his sack. What a welcome to San Diego. Tim had promised me a surprise and he surely had fulfilled his promise. The three friends had to get back to the base, but not before kissing and thanking me for a wonderful suck. It was I who should have been thanking them. I'd gotten as much or more out of it than they had. The three left with a promise to return for more the next day. Tim had a four day pass, so he and I settled in as lovers will do and proceeded to suck each other dry every few minutes it seemed. Not one of the guys had failed to get off in my mouth and I felt honored to be their suck whore for a week. As it turned out, there was a steady stream of hard cocks to be sucked around the clock it seemed. Word spread quickly that Tims' cocksucking slave was in town and couldn't get enough. I lost count of how many there were that first week, but who's counting? I was happy. What was to be a weeks vacation turned into a month. The guys were all so pleased to have a willing mouth to cum in at any time, night or day....they all chipped in and paid my rent for an entire month. By now, some of you who are reading this, may feel that this poor girl is being used to satisfy the carnal urges of a lot of horny men? No so at all. It is just the opposite. I used the men to satisfy MY carnal urges. I never thought of myself as a victim. I considered myself the aggressor. Some of the guys in my little harem were married while others had girlfriends. It was a running joke that month among the guys who laughed while telling about their women who wondered why, all of a sudden, none of them were horny. Tim wrote me that within a week of my leaving, all was back to normal and the ladies were again getting fucked. While I was going to nursing school and needing the money, I put my talents to use commercially for a few months. It seemed to me, a sin to charge anyone for something that I found so enjoyable, but my budget for tuition, food and rent allowed me to adjust my thinking. One of my fellow student nurses introduced me to the free market of commercial sex. Fran had been involved with a dating service for a few weeks when one day we started talking about the need for additional income. Fran mentioned that she was supplementing her income on weekends, after first feeling me out about the moral aspects of selling sex. Once assured that I had no hang ups about anything sexual, she allowed me into her closet. Fran worked for a service in a large town near us and the following Friday evening I went with her to meet the manager of her service for an interview. I passed with flying colors. The service had been in business for many years and had kept a low profile and had not had any problems with the authorities. I explained to Mona, the buxom manager, just what my specialty was. She seemed pleased to have a devout cocksucker on her books and decided to use me for the many bachelor parties which she booked. It seemed that there was a demand for a dancer who would strip and play with the guys at the party and as a finish to her act....would suck the groom to be, off, while the rest of the guys watched. Well, I wasn't the least bit shy, and this sounded like a lot of fun to me. So, I went to work the very next Saturday night. The party was in one of the fancy hotels where the guys had rented three adjoining rooms. I arrived around nine to find about thirty guys there. Most were young, maybe mid twenties. and two or three older guys. I remember the father of the groom was there and looked to be in his late fifties. The guys were feeling no pain and the drinks were flowing. I carried a tape player with me and wasted no time in putting on a sexy tape and proceeded to slowly undress. This was my first effort in stripping, but it seemed very natural to me. Fran had given me some tips on how to handle the crowd and they guys were there for some fun and it was my job to please them. I did just that. I danced around the room for a few minutes, then started to do some one on one table and lap dances. I took off my top and the guys loved taking turns playing with and sucking on my titties. I did not remove my string bikini panties. When I got to the grooms father, the guys really got excited. I teased him and rubbed my tits in his face and held his head between them. The guy loved it. After thirty minutes it was time for what everyone called...the Blow off. I was new at this, but it was evident that these guys had done this before. The guys helped to strip the groom and within seconds he stood before me in all his nakedness. I danced around him and teased him, then slowly I stroked his half limber Cock. It didn't stay half hard for more than a few seconds. I took my time and gave him a nice tongue bath from head to foot. I licked his face, his ears, armpits, navel, feet and toes and up the inside of each thigh. I cupped his tight balls in my hand and kissed them. Then I licked the under side of his penis from the balls to the crown and back down again. By now his cock was at rigid attention. I moved in front of him and while on my knees, I began to do what I do so well. I slowly took his cock into my mouth and very gently eased it down my throat. Seeing this, the guys went wild. I pumped his cock in and out of my red lips and within a minute I could feel the telltale throb that told me he was about to shoot. He unloaded down my throat and I swallowed each spurt until his knees were shaking. I pulled away and a slick, limber Dick fell from my cum covered face and swung toward the floor. The guys were wild and slapping each other on the back and congratulating me on a job well done. I really didn't see what all the fuss was about. After all, I had done this because I loved it so. I felt like a queen that evening and knew I'd found the answer to my financial problems. As I was dressing to leave, the father of the groom came into the bathroom where I was and pressed four crisp hundred dollar bills into my hand. The fee was to have been three hundred, but old *** figured a tip was in order and I gladly accepted it. I told him how much I appreciated it. The father then asked, if he might see me sometime? I assured him that it would be my pleasure and gave him my phone number. I asked him if he had enjoyed watching me suck his son off? He said it was the single most exciting thing he had ever witnessed. I could feel him getting horny and pressed my body to his and kissed him square on the mouth. I gave him a good helping of tongue and could feel his Cock getting hard as it pressed into my groin. I reached down and gave it a squeeze and then reached over and locked the bathroom door. I knelt and unzipped his fly and reached in to release his cock from his shorts. Like father, like son, he did have a nice one. I told him how beautiful it was. This is a trick I learned early on in life.....every guy loves to be told that he has a beautiful Cock. It isn't always true, as some are prettier than others, but come to think of it, I can't remember ever seeing one I didn't think was really nice. Just as I had done for the son, I did for the father. I figured this was a bonus suck for the nice tip he had given me. Three minutes later his body stiffened, and he blasted a load down my throat. I loved every precious drop and swallowed fast in order to get it all. The *** called the following day and from that day on, I saw him at least once a week. He always insisted on giving me a generous tip. I tried many times to tell him that it was I who should be tipping him, but he would have none of that. He passed away three years ago and I attended the funeral, staying in the background. I miss him. My talent got around by word of mouth and soon I was in demand for every party that needed a genuine cocksucker. For the rest of my time in school, money was no problem. Sometimes the group would get carried away and want more action than just a blowjob for the groom. I'd made it clear that I did not fuck, but my mouth was there to please. One night just before I retired from the practice and married, there was a party of twenty one guys. Between watching me and drinking the booze, they all got really turned on and suggested they all get naked and asked what my fee would be to suck off every cock in the room. It seemed a shame to charge for a Cock banquet like that, but I could use the money and they were eager to pay. We settled on fifty dollars per cock. To make a sexy story short, I left there with twenty one loads of cum and over a thousand dollars. What a delightful way to make a living, doing the one thing I loved more than anything else in life. There is more, but writing this has made me horny. I think I need to cum. Now, where did I leave that dildo....
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I am a Cocksucker. Now, there I've said it and I feel much better for telling you this up front. I've heard that this is they way an alcoholic begins his recovery when he attends his first AA meeting. Confess that you are a *****, then go forward from that point. Well, I am not trying to reform in any sense of the word. I'm rather proud of my addiction and have no plans to ever stop. Down through the ages the word "Cocksucker" has been regarded by most as a derogatory term. To me it is just the opposite. When I hear the word, my first thoughts are of a heavenly hard Prick throbbing in a wet hungry mouth....mine. I don't know if this would be considered a blessing or a curse, but for me it is definitely a blessing with a capitol B. For me, sucking a Penis is what most people would call an addiction. Some people are addicted to tobacco or alcohol. Some prefer cocaine or heroin. I know people who are addicted to religion. To each his own and if one persons action does not intrude on another persons space, then I like to think that everyone should be free to do whatever works for them. My purpose in life is not to judge what others may enjoy, but to accept the fact that we are all different and have different desires and passions. If we all liked the same thing, then there would only be one flavor of ice cream. Good old plain vanilla. Now, that I've told you my opinion of a live and let live lifestyle, I will now share with you a few of the things that work best for me. Mind you, I am not looking for total agreement with my preferences, nor am I seeking your thoughts on how weird and unbalanced I may be. What I do and the way I do it brings much pleasure to my everyday life and I have no pangs of guilt. I accept the fact that God made me what I am and for this I thank him. I am a reasonably attractive widowed housewife in my late forties. I am the mother of three children, two boys and a girl who I dote on. My husband passed away just after my third child was born leaving me very comfortable financially thanks to a well thought out insurance program. I have never remarried, nor do I have any plans in that direction. I have dated several men since the death of my husband, but none that tempted me to enter into a lifelong commitment. I didn't need the financial security that might come with a marriage and the thought of sucking the same cock every night for the rest of my life really didn't excite me at all. A lot of selfish men marry a lady for her great sexual technique then immediately try to make her a sex slave only unto himself. This control will never work if the lady you choose is a devout Cocksucker. One Cock, one mouth is not an even match. A true lover of the art must have many men to satisfy her cravings. One man could never supply enough Cock to meet the demand. I know dear heart, I've been there. Why tie myself down to one guy who probably would not accept my lifestyle. I've also discovered that one need not marry for Sex. Good Lord, it's everywhere. One of the wonderful features of Cocksucking is the free market of supply and demand. Take it from me, the demand far exceeds the supply. There is an endless supply of hard Cocks seeking a wet warm mouth. I've never met a man who didn't love having his Cock sucked. A lot of them like it even better than plain old fucking. For every cock I've known that preferred cumming in a pussy, there have been fifty or more that would rather cum in a sucking mouth. This is proven by the fact that there are so many guys hanging in the Gay Book stores just waiting for an offer. If guys didn't love having their Cocks sucked, then the Gay lifestyle would quickly fade away. I've often thought that if I had been born a male, I'd be an out and out queer. I'd suck every Dick in sight and beg for more. Being a woman I can do exactly that and never be chastised for being a slut. In all the years I've enjoyed my sexual hobby, not once have I ever been treated like anything but a lady. I've heard the stories and read about guys who go out on the town looking for a blow job, then after they have gotten their rocks off in another mans mouth, they then become judge and jury and proceed to beat the crap out of their benefactor. I've never understood this stupid redneck mind set. When I hear some asshole bragging about having beat up a queer.....I move away from him and avoid him in the future. For some reason most men love to hear of my sexual history. "When did you have your first sexual experience?" "Who was it with?" "Did you like it?" "What is the biggest cock you ever sucked?" Somehow that question is universal. All men seem to be interested in the size of every other mans Cock. Think about it. If you enjoy reading erotic stories as I do, most are written by men. In almost every story when it comes time to describe the Penis, it is always a gigantic monster of a Prick that is rock hard and lasts forever. Take it from me dear heart, that isn't the real world. Cocks come in all shapes and sizes and the really large ones are rare and not all that satisfying. Oh, they are nice to look at and to stroke and play with, but for the average women, they are a bit too much of a good thing. I prefer the average size Cock to suck on. If it is clean and will get hard, I can make do on any size. Another common question I get from my white friends is...."Did you ever suck a black man?"..."Was it bigger and better?" "Did he cum a lot more than white guys?" "Could you tell a difference and do you like them better?" Let me answer these questions. Yes, No, and No. Actually I see little or no difference in cocks regardless of the color. To me, a Cock is a Cock is a Cock. Close your eyes and take a Cock into your mouth. I defy anyone to tell me what color it is. With my eyes closed I can tell if one is cut or uncut, I can tell if it is long and slender or short and fat. I can tell if it is hard or soft and if it curves to the right or left or up, but for the life of me, I can't define color. Something else most guys want to know is......"How old were you when you sucked your first one and did you like it?" I was twelve and no I didn't like it.....I loved it." I still remember the feeling of that hard Cock passing my lips and I knew at that moment that this would be my choice of Sexual acts for a lifetime. Who was the lucky guy? At the risk of shocking all who may read this....it was my older brother who was fourteen. He was just reaching puberty and was thrilled that he could actually shoot a load of cum. We'd played all the Sex games that young kids will play and I'd seen his Cock many times just as he had seen my smooth little pussy. We'd been playing show me yours and I'll show you mine for several months. This particular day we were home alone on Saturday. We had slept late and as I passed by his room on my way to the bathroom, I noticed he was awake and was stroking his Dick while looking at a Playboy magazine. I walked into the room and stood by the bed. When he realized there was someone in the room he jumped and covered himself..."Jesus, you scared me, I thought it was Mom or ***." I assured him that it was just Little Old Me and that I liked watching him stroke his Cock. "Want to see it shoot the white stuff?" I nodded that I sure did and with that I sat down on the bed next to him. "Want to touch it?" I did and I did. It felt so wonderful. It was hard, but the outer skin moved up and down easily. It was about six inches long and the size of a small banana. As I played with it, I felt a tingle between my legs that gradually got stronger. I told Jimmy how much I loved playing with him and he asked if I'd like to kiss it? Well now, I wasn't completely ignorant about such things. I wasn't the world class Cocksucker that I am now, but I had heard my older sister and her friends talking about giving head to their boyfriends and their conversations fascinated me. Yes, I did want to kiss it and without another word I bent and took the head and two inches of the shaft into my young mouth and began to suck. I raised up and faced my brother...."You'll have to show me how." "You are doing just fine, just keep on doing what you are doing." Later he told me I was a natural and should be proud that I could please a Cock in this way. After about three minutes he began to rise off the bed and groan. "I'm about to cum, do you want it in your mouth?" He did and I did. I felt the warm liquid shoot from the head of his cock and swallowed every precious drop. I kept sucking, I wanted more, but Jimmy pushed me away. It was then that I discovered that once a man shoots....seconds later, the party is over. Little did I realize at the time that this was the beginning of a lifetime of sucking Cocks. Since that beginning, I've sucked hundreds if not thousands and all for the right reason. I love it so. I love the way they feel, they way they look, the way they taste and above all the wonderful climaxes I enjoy while sucking on one. Believe it or not, I can cum three times in ten minutes while sucking on a hard Cock. The guy doesn't have to touch me in any way. My thrill comes just from the feeling of a hard one in my mouth. This may sound strange and I have only heard of two other women who can cum this way, but believe me, it works for me and I do love it. After my first encounter with my brother, did I continue to have sex with him? Yes, I did, many times when we were growing up. In our ******, Sex was not a dirty word and our parents were very open and honest with us kids. There was Jimmy who was fourteen, Janet the oldest was fifteen and Roy was nine at the time. Then there was me. If we had a question about something sexual either parent was always willing to answer our questions in detail. Many times we kids would stand in the hall and listen as our Mom and *** made love in their bedroom. The moans always told us that they were having a good time. We once heard *** cry out.... "Suck it all out Mama." That took the guesswork out of what was going on in there. *** had some Adult films on 8mm with a projector and many times we kids would sit and watch the flickering screen right along with Mom and ***. They thought of it as educational and I think they were right. We kids all grew up with a healthy regard for things sexual and we never had to learn the facts of life from other kids on the street who didn't know as much about the subject as we did. We never flaunted our knowledge of sex to the outside world, but would smile inwardly when we'd hear a tall tale from an obvious uniformed juvenile. I didn't suck Cock number two until I was sixteen. Jimmy was keeping me well fed during those years. When he needed relief, my mouth was only a suggestion away and when I was hungry for a Cock, his was always ready. His cock grew longer as he got older and by the time he finished high school, he sported a nice seven and one half inches. I know this to be true as he and I measured it. By this time I had learned to cum while I sucked and I'd also learned how to relax my throat muscles so I could accommodate his entire shaft without gagging. The first time I saw the movie Deep Throat where Linda Lovelace had her clit in her throat, I thought.....Sounds like me. My clit is in the right place on my body, but the thought of a hard Cock in my throat will make me moist every time. Number two was on my steady boyfriend Steve. We'd been dating since I turned fifteen and I considered him my steady. We had done all the hugging and kissing and petting that young people do, but we had not reached the point of no return, sexually. Then at my sweet sixteen birthday party celebration I decided that it was time to add another notch to my Cock collection. After the party Steve and I were sitting in the front porch swing and making small talk. We kissed a few times with lots of tongue action. In the dim light I could see that Steve had a nice erection and by the sound of his heavy breathing, I figured he was ready for a suck. By this time he had my blouse unbuttoned and was feeling my tits, first one, then the other. I pulled his head toward my chest and he didn't resist. He went after those young tits like a starving man for food. It felt good, but this was only the beginning of my master plan. I then reached over and felt his cock through his pants. He jumped like he was shocked, but quickly relaxed and leaned back as I proceeded to unzip his fly, reach inside and pull forth a nice hard six incher. I held his cock for several moments without moving my hand. I'd learned from Jimmy how sensitive a cock is in the beginning and I didn't want Steve to shoot off in my hand and spoil the treat I had in mind for him. In a few minutes I felt the throbbing Cock relax a bit so I leaned over and whispered in Steves' ear....."Would you like me to kiss it?" He would and I did. I leaned over his lap and held his cock with two fingers at the base then lowered my head and took the head of his cock between my lips. I had to go really slow, because I knew at any moment Steve was going to shoot his load and I did want this to last, at least until I could get one good climax for myself. I nibbled at the head, then the shaft, then reached inside his pants and released his balls. I kissed the balls and mentioned what a nice set he had. This pleased him no doubt to hear a female pass a compliment on his balls. This went on for about ten minutes and every time I'd feel that tell tale throb and hip motion, I'd back off. Finally, I was ready and my cum was just starting when I went for the gold ring. I felt Steves pubic hairs pressing against my lips as he unloaded down my throat. I swallowed hard and fast. Stevie boy did shoot a big load. I raised up and kissed him square on the mouth. His tongue probed deep inside my mouth as if he were looking to find traces of his own cum, but it was long gone down my throat. We sat there several minutes in silence. Finally, Steve spoke...."That was the most wonderful thing I ever had happen to me, can we go steady till you finish school, then get married?" I smiled and kissed him again...."We'll see." I now had two Cocks in my stable to keep happy. Sometimes I'd have both on the same day. I'd suck Jimmy off during the day, then Steve at night. I was the most well adjusted girl in school. No frustration for me. I had two young studs that kept me well supplied with cum anytime and every time I wanted it and I wanted it every day. I also had the good sense to keep my mouth shut about what made me so happy. After all, I was still a virgin technically. One thing that has always puzzled me ever since I learned this ancient art....why do they call it a Blowjob? Seems to me it should be a Suckjob. Blow just doesn't seem to be the right word? Oh well, no matter what it is called, the end result is the same. When Steve finished high school his parents had it all planned for him to go away to the University, but old Steve was hooked and refused to leave town and my sweet mouth and chose instead to attend a local college so as not to lose his place in my lineup. On the night of his graduation, I sucked him off three times. Back in those days, his recovery time was not more than twenty or thirty minutes. I've found that the younger Cocks rebound quickly, but are also quick on the trigger. More than a few times when I was with a young stud, he would shoot off even before my lips met the head of his cock. This didn't offend me for I knew that in a few short minutes he would be ready to go again. The second and other loads to follow always took longer and longer. In later years when I would read the ads in the Swinger Magazines the ones that mentioned "long lasting" always caught my eye. I was watching one of the daytime talk shows not long ago and the subject was girls as young as nine or ten who were already sexually active. As I recall there were four young girls there and all four were really cute. This one kid who was fourteen looked and acted like she was twenty and had been with twenty five different men, some as old as forty. The mother, the audience and the host were all really browbeating the kid, but it was obvious that they weren't about to change her mind. Finally someone in the audience asked what kind of sex she liked best? The girl shocked the crap out of everyone when she replied...ORAL. Well this set the place buzzing. Mama almost fainted. Then someone asked why? The kid said..."Well first of all I like it...and I'm GOOD AT IT!" I thought way to go kid, I know where you are coming from. This kid reminded me of myself back a few years ago. I predict a great life for this girl, she is already light years ahead of the other girls in her age group. She knows what she likes already and some females never find it. On another talk show that same week the subject was young girls who were dating older men and the audience and the Mothers were horrified that the girls were sexually active, some as young as twelve. This one kid was fourteen and had spent three days away from home in the company of a thirty five year old man. Well, everyone thought this was just terrible. Then the kid said...."But, I didn't have sex with him." The host asked..."What did you do?...."I gave him a hummer and a hand job, after all, I"m still a virgin." The audience went nuts and Mama was mortified. It took me a moment to realize what the kid had said. Translation... I sucked his Cock and jacked him off. That kid thought no more of sucking a cock than she did of shaking hands. To her it was only sexual if she had intercourse. I had to admire her. I think that the old moral bullshit that Mothers teach their ********* has done more to fuck up marriages than anything I can think of. For some reason, stupid women try to teach their ********* that the little hole between their legs was put there for only two purposes. One is to pee and the other is to maintain absolute control over the man in their life. "You ration it Baby, use it as a weapon and he will be your slave, for he can't live without it". What utter Bullshit. The theory might work if hers were the only hole in the world, but pussies are everywhere and the female who thinks hers is the only one the guy can be satisfied with is only kidding herself. Get real girls. Show me a female who uses sex as a control mechanism and I'll show you a husband who is out looking for a woman like me....and women like me are a lot more plentiful than one might think. We don't want to take your husband or boyfriend, we just want to use him for a few minutes. "My wife doesn't understand me." How many times have I heard that one? It usually means..."I like having someone suck on my Cock and my wife thinks it's nasty." I think most divorces begin in the bedroom. Keep up the good work girls, you are singing my song and driving your men straight into my mouth. Ask any prostitute which sex act married men come to her for. The vast majority come to get their cocks sucked. Another plus for society in general is that my way is perfect birth control. No longer would there be any unwanted babies and only those who wanted children would ever have any. The abortion issue would disappear completely. Over population and world hunger would be no more. Forget morality, this is an exact science. We females have been programed to believe that we should only have sexual relations with another person that we LOVED. I disagree with this thinking. I've had wonderful sex with hundreds of men that I hardly knew, let alone loved. By the same token, I've loved lots of people that I've never even thought of having sex with. If we women could only learn to separate the two emotions, Love and Sex, then we might be a lot happier with both. Some ask me what happened to my affair with my brother after we grew up? Well, it didn't stop, I'm happy to say. It did slow down when jimmy went away to the service and when we both got married and started families, but Stop? No way. We both loved it too much. To us Oral Sex was a way of life and the fact that we were related did not matter at all. In fact it seemed to draw us closer. To us Oral Sex is nothing more nor less than one human making another human feel good. Being related had nothing to do with it. I loved sucking my brother and by the time I was fifteen he began sucking my pussy. We are discreet and do not flaunt this, but it is as enjoyable today as it was in the beginning. Yes, today. Well not today exactly. It was one day last week that he dropped by the house and we locked into a delicious sixtynine for well over an hour. Yes, Steve and I did marry after I graduated. Steve became a pilot for one of the major airlines and I went to nursing school. All through high school I would sit and daydream about what profession I could go into that would give me access to lots of men. I finally settled on nursing. I'd always admired the clean looking women in the crisp white uniforms. My decision turned out to be a good choice. I figured there was an endless supply of Doctors and Interns as well as other Nurses that might be interested in my talents. Steve and I had, had a long talk about the course our sex lives would take and we both agreed on an open marriage. Steve was free to date any women he chose, even to the point of bringing them to our home. I was free to do the same and it was fully understood that his wife was addicted to cocks and had no intentions of stopping now or later. Our agreement was based on absolute honesty. I never sucked one cock that I didn't tell him about and he never was with a woman that he didn't share the experience with me. As a matter of fact, our sitting and sharing the details of our extra marital affairs seemed only to draw us closer together. Neither of us ever had an affair that was serious. By serious, I mean we never met anyone who we'd trade for each other. Steve would fly away to Miami on an overnight and come home and tell me about the cute little hostess that had come to his room and sucked him off twice before he went to sleep. Then I'd tell him about the stranger I'd met in the grocery store the day before. I spotted this guy over by the meat counter. He seemed to be looking at the steaks, but out of the corner of my eye I could see he was more interested in my legs and ass. He followed me around the store always pretending not to notice me. Finally our eyes met and I smiled my sweetest sexy smile. He returned the smile. Little did he know that he was in the trap and that ten minutes later his cock would be in my mouth. I knew it, but he didn't. I then locked my gaze on his crotch and slowly licked my lips. He never looked away from my eyes and mouth. when I raised my eyes to meet his he was white as a sheet. "Does that mean what I think it means?" he muttered. I whispered, "I'm in a white van with dark windows at the edge of the lot on the right." I headed for the checkout line and I noticed he was right behind me. When I reached the van, I opened the side door and got in with him only a few paces behind me. By the time he entered, I had raised my skirt to my waist and sat there like a bitch in heat. The guy was nervous, but wasn't about to let this moment pass. He sat beside me and reached one hand over to caress my bare pussy. I reached for his cock which was now erect and straining to get out of its confinement. I unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled forth a nice seven incher. The head of it glistened with precum as I complimented him on how beautiful it was. Over the years I've found that no matter how small or how limber or long or short a cock is, the owner always loves to hear that someone thinks it is pretty. " Would you mind terribly if I sucked it?" The guy recovered from the shock of hearing those words enough to nod and say...."Please." As I lowered my lips to engulf his Prick, I held the base between my thumb and forefinger real tight. I find that this not only traps the blood in the cock, but actually gives the length another inch. He relaxed and leaned back while I had my feast. He had good control for a guy who had fallen into this situation so suddenly. After about five minutes he said...."I"m getting close, do you want it in your mouth?" I didn't answer, but nodded and went for the base of the Cock with my red lips and probing tongue. When he started to cum, I held the base of his cock with my thumb for several seconds while his balls ached for relief. When I did let go, the cum gushed out like a geyser and I caught every precious drop. Then I did something that most cocksuckers never learn. I held his softening cock gently in my mouth and reached my forefinger beneath his sack and almost to his asshole. I pressed and pulled forward the entire length of the channel on the underside of his Cock. This gave me a few more drops and left him without the tell tale pecker tracks in his shorts for his wife to find. A gay friend of mine taught me this trick. Incidentally girls, if you really want to learn the fine art of cocksucking, forget the books and discussions with other women. Find you a gay man friend and ask him to teach you. They may be shocked at first, but will be more than willing to teach you all they know and believe me, they do know their trade well. The guy I asked to teach me was a friend of the ******. He gave me pointers that have never failed me. He used to kid me that he was giving away all his secrets and that I would be his competition....but there were more than enough cocks to go around. Like I said...they are everywhere. I eased the guys Cock back into his pants and zipped him up, kissed him and said, "Thanks, I needed that." "Do you have to go now?" "Can I see you again?" Yes and yes. "I usually shop here on Thursdays." Steve got really turned on as I told this and unzipped his pants and took out his stiff cock and began to stroke it. I watched him stroke as he hung on my every word. I could imagine that hostess kneeling above him with that beautiful thing down her throat. By the time my story finished we were both on fire with desire. I fell back on the bed and he dived for my wet pussy and began to tongue fuck me. I came right away and moved into my favorite position. With Steve laying on his back I knelt between his legs and cupped his big balls with my left hand and did the thumb and forefinger number on the base of his Cock. His cock looked a foot long. "Give me your juice Baby." Baby did just that. Let me pause here long enough to say, I am not writing this in an effort to convert anyone to my way of thinking. I am only trying to share....What works for me. I'm not out to recruit "Born again Cocksuckers." I like the balance just the way it is now. Cocks by the thousands looking for that one eager mouth and throat. If tomorrow morning every female in the world woke up with a burning desire to suck a cock....then I'd be just one of the crowd. I wouldn't like that. I love feeling special. Another common trait that cemented the relationship that Steve and I enjoyed was the fact that both Steve and I were Bisexual. Steve fully understood the compulsion to suck a cock and we often compared notes on who, where and how we'd enjoyed a Prick. A little later on, I'll tell you of some of our dual sucks. If you think for a moment that Cocksucking isn't a National sport, go to the internet and search for "Fellatio" You will not only find vivid instructions on How to suck a Cock, but trace its history. Type in "Gloryhole." and find the address of places to meet fellow devotees in every State in the Union. Of course most sites are aimed at Gay males, but I find it entertaining to read about what others are doing in and around the tearooms of America. Speaking of gloryholes, Steve and I used to frequent some of the local bookstores that have peepshow booths in the back room. Some of the booths had a gloryhole cut into the wall where the suckee next door could position himself with his cock through the opening and the suckor could enjoy a feast without ever actually seeing the owner of the Cock. These places were popular and during the daytime they were filled with clean cut guys in business suits seeking the action that they couldn't get at home. I know, because me being a woman, the guys seemed eager to talk with me and would tell me secrets that they wouldn't confide to another man. "If only my wife would suck me off."....I've heard it a thousand times. Unfortunately for we ladies, most gloryholes are found in mens toilets for the pleasure of the gay crowd. Steve used to tell me some great stories of what went on in such places. The stories made me want to disguise myself as a man and join the action, but I never did. Several times I would fly with Steve to a distant city when he had discovered something interesting. I could fly free, so cost was no problem. I remember the several trips to San Francisco. Steve had found a private Swingers Club there that catered to couples only on weekends, but on week nights singles were welcomed. Either single men or women, and believe it or not there were some single women there. The single women got in free. It cost fifty dollars for a couple and the single men had to shell out a hundred. Even at these prices everyone considered it a bargain. For the hundred dollars the singles were guaranteed a suck off before the evening was over. They had a staff of three well built men and five lady attendants, all well endowed and talented in the art of Cocksucking. As I recall, the place was called The Pleasuredrome. It was aptly named, for it did reek with pleasure. The admission price made it rather exclusive I'd think. It struck us being like a five star Hotel. There was no alcohol nor drugs, but plenty of everything else including a beautiful buffet and drinks. The first time we were there the crowd consisted of the hosts and hostesses, nine couples and I'd say, as best as I recall, about thirty single guys and two single women. The Club consisted a large room that would seat maybe forty people with a large screen Television showing Adult Movies. Then there was the game room with pool tables and various electronic games, but the room that got the most attention was one called "Cocksuckers Heaven, featuring the WALL of fame." This room was like a mini Theater with thirty seats and a raised stage at one end. On this stage was a bare wall with six glory holes drilled at just the proper height. The theater was dark, but soft pink lights lit up the stage and it was easy to see all the action. Behind each hole was a guy with his cock sticking through. It was a beautiful sight, seeing all those cocks ready to be sucked. Then, the host announced..."Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the famous Cock buffet."....Feel free to participate as little or as much as you desire. These gentlemen are here for your pleasure as well as their own....."It's SUCK TIME!" Within forty seconds there was a wet mouth attached to each gloryhole cock. We could hear the slurping sounds and the moans from the backstage guys. As quickly as one guy would cum and withdraw, another would take his place. This was a Cockuckers dream come true. A voyeurs delight. Within minutes the audience was into the spirit and throughout the theater there were cocks being stroked and sucked. The men were invited back to be a part of the Wall while the ladies kneeled in front. They had thought of everything. They had soft pillows for the women to kneel on while they enjoyed their feast. That night I set a record for myself and I've not come close since. I sucked off twenty one cocks in two hours. I sucked off a blind guy, a midget and two guys in wheel chairs. Let me tell you, these handicapped guys are a horny bunch. Their limbs may not work, but their crotch equipment is perfectly healthy. What is more, they appreciate the attention. We met several nice people that evening and got acquainted with the owner who had some wonderfully sexy stories to relate. We saw women as young as twenty and as old as seventy sucking cocks of all ages. There were four black guys among the singles and two Hispanics. There were two Asian couples. There was no jealousies, no shyness, no inhibitions of any kind. Everyone knew what they were there for and entered into battle like the sex warriors that they yearned to be. Among the couples attending was a Father, ******** combination. We'd always had an interest in ****** sex and here it was in living color right before our eyes. None of the people at the gathering seemed shocked nor did we hear any murmurs of disapproval. Just the opposite, we all wanted to see them get together. Our desires were soon rewarded when the fifty three year old Father and the thirty year old ******** took center stage. While the Father stood, the ******** knelt and sucked his cock and balls. She really knew the art of a tongue bath well. Soon the Cock was rock hard and throbbing. The ******** laid down on the stage and the father mounted her. I've seen a lot of fuck scenes in the Adult tapes, but none to equal this one. Maybe it was just the thought of ****** that made it more sexy seeing them fuck. There was no doubt at all that they were enjoying each other and the fact that others were watching only seemed to add to their excitement. We've found that most active swingers get as much pleasure from being watched and they do from watching others. When the father finally shot his load into the girl, she let out a scream that shook the room."CUM in me ***, fill me up." The father withdrew a limp cum coated Dick and promptly went down between her thighs and began to suck his own juices out of her well fucked cunt. This act also drew applause from the crowd. I have relived this evening many times down through the years and the thought of that parent sucking and fucking his offspring never fails to arouse me for a delightful masturbation session. You may be wondering why I've dwelled on Oral Sex and not gone more into the joys of fucking and other Sex acts. Well, I suppose it is because in my world Oral Sex, both giving and receiving, is way ahead of whatever is in second place. Oh, I do enjoy intercourse and have spread for many men, but for pure unadulterated pleasure, give me a Cock to worship with my mouth. I have no argument for those who prefer Sex in other forms, but I have to write about what I know best, thus this dissertation on Cocksucking. I've seen and tried it all at one time or another, but I always return to my first love and sucking a Cock is it for me. What sex acts don't I like? Well, I'm not fond of Anal Sex. I have tried it, but for me it is uncomfortable to say the least. Golden Showers? I've given a few to friends who really loved them, but it did more for them than it did for me, but I aimed to please. I've also had a few and did not feel degraded by the act, but have only managed to cum a few times, and then only when the stream was directly on my clit as I spread for the gold. Brown Showers? Ugg, not for me thank you. Bondage and Pain? I don't mind watching it in the tapes I see, but it isn't for me. Fisting? Not for me as I am too small, but I have a girlfriend who looks upon fisting as I look upon cocksucking. She can't get enough and is always on the lookout for a guy with big hands. I once introduced her to a couple I know and the minute she shook hands with him, she grabbed his hand and held it and said "My God what a hand, would you like to fist me?" He would, and a few nights later he did. We were at a party and we watched as he coated his hand with KY jel and shoved his hand almost to the elbow. I was amazed that any pussy could take an object that large, but then, some babies are that large and they seem to make it out OK. Since then I've seen fisting in some of the amateur tapes and yes, my friend isn't alone. There are others who can take a fist and love it. Animals? I have mixed feelings on this one. I've never tried it, but seeing it in the tapes doesn't turn me off. I like it when the women suck the dog dicks. The animal tapes usually frustrate me because they seldom make a good penetration shot. It must be difficult to stage such a scene. After Steve was killed in an air crash, I was devastated for months with grief. It seemed my Sex drive died right along with him. I threw myself into seeing after the children and their many interests. I became active in all their school projects and believe me, three kids and their activities can keep one busy. My devotion finally led to my being elected president of the PTA. Almost a year had passed since Steve had died when one day I was cleaning out our bedroom closet and came across a box of photos we had taken down through the years. Now, these weren't the usual ****** photos. These shots were our personal Sex collection. Steve had been an avid photo collector of erotic pictures and had taken hundreds, if not thousands of pictures of he and I and a some of our partners in erotic poses. The ones I liked best were shots of me sucking cocks. We'd found that very few men objected to having a picture made of their cock being sucked as long as it didn't show their face. The polaroid camera did more for naughty picture taking than anything I can think of. When we started this hobby, it was difficult to find a film processor who would develop a roll of film that contained nudity, not to mention raw sex. I spread the collection out on the bed and spent the next two hours just looking and thinking back to when these beautiful sexy photos were taken. I remembered each one as if it were yesterday and as I began to get that old feeling in my groin. It seems my over active sex drive wasn't gone after all. I eased a finger down and into my moist cunt and no sooner had I touched it, it exploded with a welcome orgasm. I gathered the photos up and put them away and decided that it was time I rejoined the world of oral sex. I felt giddy as a schoolgirl as I made my plans for the evening. I took a nice hot bath and douche and dabbed my best cologne between my breasts and on my upper thigh. Guys always love a clean nice smelling woman and this was a special night and my reentry into the world of Cocksucking. I kissed the kids good night before I left the house, telling them I was going to visit my sister. No sooner had I settled into the seat of the car than I felt the juices from my pussy easing out into my panties. I quickly placed a kleenex inside my pants to catch the flow. I don't know about other Cocksuckers, but with me, once I start thinking about sucking one, my throat starts to contract and actually starts to hurt. I've had these throat attacks in the past where I could barely whisper. Then, once the head of a Prick passes my lips, the pain goes away and I relax into a blissful suck. Maybe I'm looking for that cum lubrication. I remembered a bar on the far side of town where Steve and I used to find some action when we were both on fire to suck something. I headed there. It had been some time since I'd been there and I figured I wouldn't know anyone, but no sooner than I entered, I detected a murmur go around the room. Hushed tones and many faces turning to look my way. I took a booth near the rear of the place and ordered a wine cooler. The waitress remembered me and welcomed me like a long lost sister and bit by bit filled me in on the happenings of the real word in my absence. Bob, the bartender waved a hello to me and threw me a kiss. I smiled and felt more juice gushing from my pussy. I needed more kleenex. Then, one by one the regulars that I remembered dropped by to say hello and to give me their condolences and mention what a great guy Steve was. "Hello, you beautiful thing, I've missed you." I looked up to see Hank, a pilot that Steve used to fly with. Hank was no stranger to my mouth. I'd drained his Cock many times. I motioned for him to sit down. He asked about the kids and we had the usual small talk for a few minutes. Finally he asked..."What are you doing here?" Without even thinking, I blurted it out...."I haven't sucked a Cock in over a year and I'm here to start catching up." That pleased Hank. He moved into the seat beside me and in the dim light of the bar he unzipped his pants and reached for my hand, but I was way ahead of him. No sooner than he had started to unzip than my hand was inside the opening searching for that Cock that I had sucked so many times before. I held it and felt it throb to my tender touch. The bar was not crowded and no one seemed to be paying us any attention. Bartender Bob gave me a thumbs up signal. I held Hanks cock at the base with thumb and forefinger just as I had held my brothers in the beginning, then without hesitation, I bent and took the shaft down my throat in one motion. On about the third downstroke, Hank let me have it and groaned. I swallowed and raised up and just as I did, the place burst into applause. Sure enough, what I had just done was no secret. I suppose I should have been embarrassed, but instead, I felt like a Queen at her coronation. It was a mixed crowd, perhaps twenty men and five or six women. Nobody left, so I guess this meant approval. On that third down stroke I had gotten my climax that was long overdue. Hank asked me if I'd ever sucked off a Father and Son combination? No, can't say that I have. "Well tonight is your night for something different, Hank Jr. is home from the service and will be meeting me here in a few minutes and I want you to suck him dry while I watch." This caught me by surprise. I remembered Hank Jr. as a skinny little nerd that all the kids used to make fun of when he was in school. I'd always felt sorry for him and wish I could comfort him in some way. He was a shy kid, growing up. I couldn't have been more surprised when he walked into the bar. Hank called him back to the booth and asked if he remembered me? This strapping six footer was no longer the nerd I remembered, but he was still shy. He smiled at me and answered his Dads question...."Do I ever remember her, she's Steves wife and my all time favorite fantasy." Then as we talked it all came rolling out like a sex opera. It seems this kid had been jacking off with me in mind since he was twelve. What a beautiful compliment. Then he surprised me even further when he took out his wallet and pulled out a well worn photograph that he had carried since he joined the Service. It was as picture Hank had taken years ago when we were all on a ****** picnic at the beach. There was Steve and I and Hanks wife, Ida. Ida and I had on bikini swim suits and if I do say so, we looked pretty sexy. This picture has taken me through a lot of horny nights these past few years. I knew what he meant and again I was thrilled. Hank suggested that Jr. move over and sit beside me. When Jr. sat down, I eased my hand over and stroked his leg. "Are you ready for your dream to come true?".."I sure am, where can we go?" We don't have to go, we're there." and with that I reached for his zipper and reached inside to find a carbon copy of Hank Sr. I eased it out and stroked it and my mouth watered at the thought of sucking a Father and Son in the same setting. "Like Father like Son." I quipped as I leaned forward and took his hardness into my mouth. "Better take it easy, if you want this to last." I did and I did. I made love to that beautiful piece of meat like there was no tomorrow. I'd rather have been in a setting better suited to the comfort of sucking Cock, but cramped as it was, this booth was affording me a rebirth of Cocksucking. Jr. filled my mouth with his jism and I swallowed as fast as I could and still had a few drops escape out the side of my mouth and down the shaft....but, like the devout Cock pleaser I am, I licked it clean and enjoyed every precious drop. This kid had given me three wonderful cums of my own in the process. Hank Sr. was beaming his approval. Having watched two Blow Jobs in living color, the natives seemed to be getting restless. Nothing to get ones horny stirred up like watching a Lady Cocksucker in action. To make a sexy story short...before that evening ended I sucked off twelve more hard ones. One of the other women in the place even joined in at her husbands insistence. I got twenty three cums that evening and never even took off my cum soaked panties. That night I slept the sleep of a happy women. After my long absence....I was back. It felt good. I remember a wonderful sexy summer the year I finished high school Tim had joined the service and was stationed in San Diego. We hadn't seen each other in several months and we were both on fire. For my graduation present, Mom and *** bought me a plane to ticket to San Diego to visit my sex slave, Tim. Tim called two nights before my flight to talk and to tell me he had arranged a treat for me. He was not going to tell his buddies that I was his sister, but that I was a local whore back home and his personal slave. When I got off the plane Steve was there to meet me and I fell into his arms like a long lost sweetheart and the kiss I gave him certainly wasn't one that resembled a sisterly kiss. After we picked up my baggage we made our way to the parking area. I'd expected us to take a cab to the Motel near the base where he had reserved me a room and I had already planned to suck him off in the cab on the way. Even if the driver was to notice what I was doing, it would only add to my excitement. We Cocksuckers do love being watched. "So, you are the lady Tim has been telling us about?" This remark came from one of Tims' friends who had a car and had agreed to drive Tim to the Airport. There were two other friends along for the ride. Tim introduced them as Sam and Andy and a black kid named Tyrone. Sam drove while Andy sat in the front with him and I got in the back seat between Tim and Tyrone. No sooner had we cleared the parking lot, than Tim started to unbutton my blouse. "Look here guys...ain't this the finest set of young tits you ever saw?" All three guys agreed that they looked really nice. Sam was watching in the rear view mirror and was having trouble concentrating on the road. By now we were entering the freeway and Tim unzipped his pants and said..."OK Bitch, start doing what you came out here to do." This excited me and like the loving Slave that I was, I leaned over and started on his hard cock. The other three guys were watching every move as best they could. Tim said he hadn't masturbated in three days, just waiting and saving his load for me. I believed him when he shot that jism down my throat. I licked the shaft clean and sat up in the seat to find that Tyrone had taken his Dick out and was stroking it. I reached over and felt it and it was a really nice nine incher with a large head. Tyrone was uncut and the sight of that purple head easing in and out of the sheath as he stroked was more that any Cocksucker could resist. "Do you mind." and before he could answer Tims little sister had taken her first of many black cocks into her mouth. "Damn Tim, you said this Bitch was good, but she is even hotter than you said she would be." Tyrone had good control and as we sped along the freeway I enjoyed a ten minute love affair with this black monster. He later confessed that his control wasn't all that good, but after Tim had told him he might be getting a blow job in the car, he had gone ahead and jacked off early that morning so he wouldn't be so quick on the trigger. As I was busy sucking that cock, the guys started to laugh. It seems we had come even with a trucker in the next lane and traffic was slow. The trucker was all eyes as he looked down into the back seat of the car next to him and was watching a white girl devour a big black cock. He honked his air horns in approval and threw the guys a thumbs up sign. Just as I finished cleaning up Tyrone, we were pulling into the Holiday Inn. Tim had already checked into the room, so the five of us got out and made our way to the room. Tim and Tyrone were laughing at Sam and Andy as both of them had roaring erections on and couldn't hide their hards. Both held a piece of luggage in front to mask their embarrassment. Once inside, Tim suggested we not waste a lot of time since his Whore knew what she was there for and he knew the Bitch was dying for more fresh cum. Within two minutes four sailors and one oversexed teenager were naked and ready to begin her feast. Andy and Sam still had those cocks sticking straight out, so I figured they had suffered long enough and I knelt before them and motioned them both over to my waiting mouth..."Poor Babies, they need a kiss." I took Andys' Cock in my mouth first as I held Sams Prick in one hand.... Within thirty seconds, Andy had given me gush after gush of fresh hot man cum. His knees got weak and he collapsed back onto the bed. "By God, she DID swallow it. Tim, you said she would." "Hell yes, she swallows...after all I trained this Cunt, didn't I?" You could hear it in Tims voice, he was beaming with pride at the thought of sharing his Whore with his friends. Andy said..."My girl will suck on it sometimes, but she gets sick if I cum in her mouth and it pisses her off." "Well old buddy this ain't the case with my Slut so give her all you've got. After all she isn't doing this just for your benefit. She is getting off herself all the while she is sucking a Cock..."You're shittin us." "Is that true?" I nodded a positive YES as I knelt before Sam and took his Cock deep inside my mouth. "Fuck her in the mouth Sam." Sam did just that as the three men stood close by watching my red lips engulf that beautiful hard Dick. "Are you ready for my Cum?" I nodded a yes and with that Sam exploded down my throat. I swallowed and licked his balls clean of the few precious drops that had escaped my mouth and ran down my chin and onto his sack. What a welcome to San Diego. Tim had promised me a surprise and he surely had fulfilled his promise. The three friends had to get back to the base, but not before kissing and thanking me for a wonderful suck. It was I who should have been thanking them. I'd gotten as much or more out of it than they had. The three left with a promise to return for more the next day. Tim had a four day pass, so he and I settled in as lovers will do and proceeded to suck each other dry every few minutes it seemed. Not one of the guys had failed to get off in my mouth and I felt honored to be their suck whore for a week. As it turned out, there was a steady stream of hard cocks to be sucked around the clock it seemed. Word spread quickly that Tims' cocksucking slave was in town and couldn't get enough. I lost count of how many there were that first week, but who's counting? I was happy. What was to be a weeks vacation turned into a month. The guys were all so pleased to have a willing mouth to cum in at any time, night or day....they all chipped in and paid my rent for an entire month. By now, some of you who are reading this, may feel that this poor girl is being used to satisfy the carnal urges of a lot of horny men? No so at all. It is just the opposite. I used the men to satisfy MY carnal urges. I never thought of myself as a victim. I considered myself the aggressor. Some of the guys in my little harem were married while others had girlfriends. It was a running joke that month among the guys who laughed while telling about their women who wondered why, all of a sudden, none of them were horny. Tim wrote me that within a week of my leaving, all was back to normal and the ladies were again getting fucked. While I was going to nursing school and needing the money, I put my talents to use commercially for a few months. It seemed to me, a sin to charge anyone for something that I found so enjoyable, but my budget for tuition, food and rent allowed me to adjust my thinking. One of my fellow student nurses introduced me to the free market of commercial sex. Fran had been involved with a dating service for a few weeks when one day we started talking about the need for additional income. Fran mentioned that she was supplementing her income on weekends, after first feeling me out about the moral aspects of selling sex. Once assured that I had no hang ups about anything sexual, she allowed me into her closet. Fran worked for a service in a large town near us and the following Friday evening I went with her to meet the manager of her service for an interview. I passed with flying colors. The service had been in business for many years and had kept a low profile and had not had any problems with the authorities. I explained to Mona, the buxom manager, just what my specialty was. She seemed pleased to have a devout cocksucker on her books and decided to use me for the many bachelor parties which she booked. It seemed that there was a demand for a dancer who would strip and play with the guys at the party and as a finish to her act....would suck the groom to be, off, while the rest of the guys watched. Well, I wasn't the least bit shy, and this sounded like a lot of fun to me. So, I went to work the very next Saturday night. The party was in one of the fancy hotels where the guys had rented three adjoining rooms. I arrived around nine to find about thirty guys there. Most were young, maybe mid twenties. and two or three older guys. I remember the father of the groom was there and looked to be in his late fifties. The guys were feeling no pain and the drinks were flowing. I carried a tape player with me and wasted no time in putting on a sexy tape and proceeded to slowly undress. This was my first effort in stripping, but it seemed very natural to me. Fran had given me some tips on how to handle the crowd and they guys were there for some fun and it was my job to please them. I did just that. I danced around the room for a few minutes, then started to do some one on one table and lap dances. I took off my top and the guys loved taking turns playing with and sucking on my titties. I did not remove my string bikini panties. When I got to the grooms father, the guys really got excited. I teased him and rubbed my tits in his face and held his head between them. The guy loved it. After thirty minutes it was time for what everyone called...the Blow off. I was new at this, but it was evident that these guys had done this before. The guys helped to strip the groom and within seconds he stood before me in all his nakedness. I danced around him and teased him, then slowly I stroked his half limber Cock. It didn't stay half hard for more than a few seconds. I took my time and gave him a nice tongue bath from head to foot. I licked his face, his ears, armpits, navel, feet and toes and up the inside of each thigh. I cupped his tight balls in my hand and kissed them. Then I licked the under side of his penis from the balls to the crown and back down again. By now his cock was at rigid attention. I moved in front of him and while on my knees, I began to do what I do so well. I slowly took his cock into my mouth and very gently eased it down my throat. Seeing this, the guys went wild. I pumped his cock in and out of my red lips and within a minute I could feel the telltale throb that told me he was about to shoot. He unloaded down my throat and I swallowed each spurt until his knees were shaking. I pulled away and a slick, limber Dick fell from my cum covered face and swung toward the floor. The guys were wild and slapping each other on the back and congratulating me on a job well done. I really didn't see what all the fuss was about. After all, I had done this because I loved it so. I felt like a queen that evening and knew I'd found the answer to my financial problems. As I was dressing to leave, the father of the groom came into the bathroom where I was and pressed four crisp hundred dollar bills into my hand. The fee was to have been three hundred, but old *** figured a tip was in order and I gladly accepted it. I told him how much I appreciated it. The father then asked, if he might see me sometime? I assured him that it would be my pleasure and gave him my phone number. I asked him if he had enjoyed watching me suck his son off? He said it was the single most exciting thing he had ever witnessed. I could feel him getting horny and pressed my body to his and kissed him square on the mouth. I gave him a good helping of tongue and could feel his Cock getting hard as it pressed into my groin. I reached down and gave it a squeeze and then reached over and locked the bathroom door. I knelt and unzipped his fly and reached in to release his cock from his shorts. Like father, like son, he did have a nice one. I told him how beautiful it was. This is a trick I learned early on in life.....every guy loves to be told that he has a beautiful Cock. It isn't always true, as some are prettier than others, but come to think of it, I can't remember ever seeing one I didn't think was really nice. Just as I had done for the son, I did for the father. I figured this was a bonus suck for the nice tip he had given me. Three minutes later his body stiffened, and he blasted a load down my throat. I loved every precious drop and swallowed fast in order to get it all. The *** called the following day and from that day on, I saw him at least once a week. He always insisted on giving me a generous tip. I tried many times to tell him that it was I who should be tipping him, but he would have none of that. He passed away three years ago and I attended the funeral, staying in the background. I miss him. My talent got around by word of mouth and soon I was in demand for every party that needed a genuine cocksucker. For the rest of my time in school, money was no problem. Sometimes the group would get carried away and want more action than just a blowjob for the groom. I'd made it clear that I did not fuck, but my mouth was there to please. One night just before I retired from the practice and married, there was a party of twenty one guys. Between watching me and drinking the booze, they all got really turned on and suggested they all get naked and asked what my fee would be to suck off every cock in the room. It seemed a shame to charge for a Cock banquet like that, but I could use the money and they were eager to pay. We settled on fifty dollars per cock. To make a sexy story short, I left there with twenty one loads of cum and over a thousand dollars. What a delightful way to make a living, doing the one thing I loved more than anything else in life. There is more, but writing this has made me horny. I think I need to cum. Now, where did I leave that dildo....
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