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Honey - 1

I guess I can't even remember when I wasn't horny. I havealways been
sexually oriented from my earliest memories. I can remember from when I was
about seven or eight one timethat my uncle Mark was over on a Sunday dinner
to our home inWest Texas and he had been showing off about how strong he
wasby making me hold my arms at my sides with my elbows stiff andhe would
hold onto my elbows only and raise me off the floor. We had been playing
like that after supperthat late afternoonandfor some reason that I can't
remember now, I wasn't wearingmy panties. I used to wear cotton panties
then. You know, the kind withthe double thick crotch and little elastic
around the waist andthe legs too. Like I said, I don't remember why I
wasn't wearing my pantiesthen because I always did then, and if my mother
had caught menot wearing pants she would have blistered my bottom for sure!
Anyway, we had been playing out on the scrubby lawn in back ofthe house and
it was a hot West Texas day and he had playedwith me by lifting me up by
the elbows several times and thenhe lifted me and swung me around and had
me sitting piggy backon his shoulders with my legs over his chest. Uncle
Mark was my father's brother. My father had been killedin a railroad
accident when I was about four and I don't evenremember him at all but my
uncle Mark I had always known. He was a big man and very brown from the
Texas sun and workingoutdoors reading meters for the gas company. My
motherworked in the small townI grew up in as a waitressin a really dingy
cafe. Both my older brother Bobby Joe who hada paper route and my older
sister Edith who worked after schoolin the sweet shop helping out as a
sales girl and cleaned upthe place were home that sunday. Bobby Joe must
have been about fifteen then and Edith wasabout seventeen. Anyway, there I
was, perched on his shoulders, my bare littlepussy pressing against his big
sweaty neck in the back and mewith no pants on at all and only a cotton
dress. It didn't take any time at all with my uncle Mark gallopingaround
the lawn with me on his back until I felt the very firstrising of my
passions. My naked little pussy and the slidingaround on his neck were
enough to make me cum. Or at least I think I did. It is hard to remember
but I thinkthat was the very first time I did. Nobody knew it but me.
Ithink now when I think back that maybe my uncle Mark knew ittoo because we
had been playing pretty rough and he could haveeasily noticedthat my ass
was bare whenmy dress flipped up.That may even have been the reason that he
put me on his back. I think now that he knew I didn't have any panties on
andwanted to feel my bare little hairless pussy against the backof his
neck! Anyway, that's what I remember about the first time I think Icame.
When my dad had been killed the railroad gave my mother apension. It wasn't
much but we weren't broke all the time andwe ate good. Of course we lived
outside town and had a gardenand usually had a cow and a couple of pigs and
some chickensand raised some of our own food. When I was ten or eleven my
sister went to Austin to collegeand only came home on the weekends and my
brother and I livedwith mom. We only had a two bedroom house so Bobby Joe
and Ishared the same bedroom with bunk beds and I had the top one. My
mother had the other bedroom and my uncle Mark used to stayovernight with
her in her bedroom and sometimes she had aboyfriend for a while and who
ever he was at the time wouldalsostay overnight. There weren'tany
explanations at all and we all just acceptedit that way. In fact now that I
think back on it, if we hadwondered aloud about mom's overnight guests she
probably wouldhave paddled our butts, or used a switch on our legs.
Shedidn't take any of our nonsense at all, ever! The next thing that I
really remember was about that time whenI was ten or eleven and I still
hadn't developed yet. I hadnipples that had started to grow and just the
slightestswelling of the start of my breasts, and a covering of soft downon
my pussy but I was still a girl, not a woman. I think that it was around
this time in my life when I startedto develop an intense interest in sex
and everything connectedwith sex. I remember reading books to find out what
people didwhen they had sex and asking all my friends what they knewabout
it. It was one of the topics of conversation between allmy girl friends at
school and also one of the topics where amultitude of mis-information
flourished! I can'tbelieve evennow the total ignorancewe had about how men
and women madelove together! It wasn't easy to get correct information. I
couldn't ask mymother and I didn't have a father. One night around this
time, I woke up in the top bunk of thebunk beds with the bed shaking. I lay
awake staring at theceiling for a while wondering what caused the shaking
and thensuddenly it came to me what was happening. I don't know how Iknew
but I knew! Bobby Joe was in the lower bunk and he was jerking off hiscock!
I knew it was true without even looking. I could feel therhythmic
vibrations of the bunk bed and hear the heavybreathing as he was jerking on
his cock. Pretty soon thevibrations were faster and faster and then the bed
was stilland a deep sigh came from below me. I knew then that he hadcum.
That was exciting! Just listening to the movements and usingmy imagination
about what he must have been doing. I knew heread Playboy Magazine and had
some old copies in our room inthe bottom drawer of his dresser.There isn't
anything you canhidefrom a ten year old sister! I dropped off to sleep with
my finger caressing my pussy trying to imagine what it would be like to
have a man in there. During the next few weeks I was awakened several times
by mybrother whacking away at night. It got so that even though Iwent to
bed before him that the movement of the bed wouldalmost always wake me and
I would lay there touching myself andlistening to his breathing. One
saturday when I was cleaning our room because my mothersaid that if I
didn't clean the place she would restrict me tostaying home all weekend, I
started looking for one of mybrother's playboy magazines in his bottom
drawer and found somepictures and some stories that were written on
typewriter paperand were quite obviously carbon copies of some X-rated
stories. It wasn't long until I was in the bathroom sitting on thetoilet
and reading all of the stories and looking at thepictures too. The pictures
were the best. Some of men and women andsome ofwomen only but
everythingshowed! There were pictures of mengetting sucked on by a woman
and I think that this must havebeen the first time I ever heard about
getting head. It wasvery exciting and I sat on the toilet rubbing myself
andreading stories and looking at pictures until my mother poundedon the
locked bathroom door and told me to get my room cleanedor else! It was when
I was cleaning the mirror on my dresser withWindex that I got the idea. I
was looking at the mirror and I found that if I tilted itright that I could
see my brother's bed. Within minutes I hadthe mirror tilted slightly and
after climbing the shortladder to my bunk, found that I could look into the
mirror andsee into my brother's bunk! I couldn't wait to go to bed
thatnight! It was saturday night and I think my mother was shocked wheneven
though I could have stayed up late, I went to bed early. I can remember
laying in my bunk, looking at my brother'sempty bed and wishing he would
come to bed and whack off soIcould watch. I even experimenteduntil I found
that if I wouldlay on my side I could see his bunk clearly. When finally I
heard him coming to bed, I closed my eyes andpretended to be fast asleep
while I watched him take off hisjeans and shirt and climb into bed with his
undershorts on.I saw him reach under his mattress and bring out a small
book. He turned on the reading light he had at the head board ofhis bed and
started reading. I kept watching and I could seethe covers over his shorts
rising into a bump. I could see his hand going down to his cock under the
coversand then the bed move as he pulled his shorts off under thecovers. It
wasn't long before he had the covers thrown back andI saw a male cock in
full erection for the very first time. My brother was about fifteen or
sixteen at the time and had apretty good sized organ for his age and I
watched him fondleand move it around as he read his book and pretty soon he
wasshaking the bed again and finally I saw the cum shoot out thebulbousend
of his cock and splatterall over his stomach andchest. Let me tell you,
that was exciting. I think that also plantedthe seeds of voyeurism in me.
The idea of being able to watchand not have anyone know I was watching has
stayed with me eversince then. Anyway, I remember watching my brother jack
off many timesafter that but I always pretended to be sleeping and he
neverknew that I watched and liked what I saw. It must have been about two
years later that I saw peoplefucking for the first time. I think I was
about fourteen orfifteen because my brother was in Austin at college and I
hadthe room all to myself except when he came home on the weekendsor when
my sister came to stay a day or two and used his bunkwhen he wasn't home.
If all three of us were there Edith and Ishared the same bunk and Bobby Joe
slept in the lower bunk asalways. My uncle Mark still came and spent the
night with momoccasionally and I was cleaning my closet when I heard them
intheir bedroom through the thin wall ofthe closet. The househad beenbuilt
during the depression and wasn't much forinsulation. The outside was
clapboard and the inside was notmuch more than wallpaper on cardboard I
think. Anyway, I put my ear to the wall in my closet and I couldclearly
hear their conversation even though they were talkingvery low. Later that
day I took an ice pick from the kitchen drawer andpoked a hole in the wall
of my closet. Putting my eye to thehole I found that I was looking at a
coat hanging in mymother's closet of her bedroom. It didn't take me long
tooffer to clean her closet too. She should have had a stroke with me
offering to work, but shewas glad that I did. It didn't take long to
re-arrange herclothes hanging on the dowel and when I had finished
cleaningher closet I had poked two more holes at different places sothat I
would be able to see into her bedroom from inside mycloset. Again I could
hardly wait for evening. My uncle Mark was overfor dinner and he kept
telling me how pretty and grown upI wasand teasing me about boyfriendsand
embarrassing me. I had grown up. My figure was pretty good even then. I
hadlong hair then and my breasts had swelled out until I waswearing a B cup
bra and I had curly hair on my pussy. I doremember that night I again went
without panties and duringdinner while the three of us ate I kept putting a
finger undermy dress on my pussy under the table and feeling the
moistnessand soft ringlets of hair. Not really finger fucking myself atthe
table, but I was coming very close. I remember being very daring that night
and I was very turnedon and I do remember twirling around once outside with
my uncleMark watching me and knowing that my skirt went high enough sothat
he would know that I didn't have my panties on. I hadgraduated by then to
wearing nylon tricot panties but thatnight I was bare as can be under my
skirt. I even teased him and sat on his lap on the porch swing for alittle
while and put my arms around him and kissed him and toldhim he was my
favoriteuncle. That was always a joke betweenusbecause he was my only
uncle. I even imagined that I could feel his cock swelling under mybare ass
as I squirmed on his lap, but that may have beenwishful thinking of a
fifteen year old. Anyway, back to my story. When I went to bed about nine
or so,I undressed and put on a nightgown and peeked at the holes inmy
closet but the bedroom was empty then. It was a long time,maybe an hour or
so until my mother and uncle Mark went tobed. I remember watching them get
undressed and the getting intobed him on one side and my mother on the
other. I had my eyeglued to the hole and it didn't take long until they
werekissing under the covers and rolling around a little and beforelong he
had thrown off the covers and was kneeling between mymother's thighs and
was fucking her like crazy. I couldn'tsee his cock but I remember seeing my
mother's pussy andremember how much hair she had between her legs. I could
seehis balls though, swinging between my mother's spreadlegs andhow she
would hump up at him occasionally.As you might have guessed by now, my
finger was slippingaround on my clit like crazy and after they were done
fuckingand I was in bed, I masturbated several times until I went tosleep
from exhaustion. And that's a wonderful way to drop offto sleep when you
have had so much sex that you just can't keepyour eyes open anymore. It
doesn't matter that I didn't have aman, it only mattered that I came until
I was exhausted and Iwent to sleep with visions of sweaty bodies humping
away ateach other. I watched many times in the next two years, my mother
withseveral of her friends in bed. I saw most of the ways that menand women
can meke love in those steaming nights in my closetwith my nightgown at my
waist and my eye glued to one of theholes in the back of the closet. I had
just turned sixteen about a month and I had a boyfriendwho was co-captain
of the football team. That was big stuffthen even though my high school was
pretty small and I was onthecheerleader squad and the assistant editor of
theschoolnewspaper and also a member of the Beta Gamma's which was thehonor
society. I still wore my hair long then and my figure had filled outeven
more. I wore the same C cup I do now and my figure wasabout the same. I was
popular in school and was still just as interested insex as ever, even
though I was still a virgin then. My boyfriend's name was Tom and we were
so much in love. Weused to make excuses to get out and park somewhere in
hiscorvette and feel each other up and kiss until our lips weresore. We
were parked at the airport one night which was a greatplace because there
was never anyone there and the parkingplace we used to move the car to was
gravel and you could hearsomeone walking on it for minutes before they
could get closeenough to see what we were doing. The police used to come
byonce in a while but we could always either see or hear them inplenty of
time to be just sitting and waiting for an airplaneto take off or land
andthey never really bothered us much. Tom and I hadbeen going steady for a
few months and on thatnight he had started to put his hand on my breasts
and he askedme to take my bra off so he could kiss them. I had let him
feelme but never my bare breasts until this night. I was reckless and very
excited and I let him unbutton mydress and then open my bra. I remember how
long it took him tofigure out the clasp at the back and how I wouldn't help
himand how long he fumbled until my bra came loose. It didn't take him long
then to have my breasts in his hands andmy nipples must have been standing
out a mile. There I was withmy dress unbuttoned to the waist, my bra
hanging from myshoulders in front and my breasts quivering in his hands. I
willtell you that I was so hot I was panting when he startedsucking on my
nipples. The feeling was wonderful. So much better that when I
fondledmyself that I was in heaven. I was laying partly back in the bucket
seat, Tom sucking awaylike crazy on my breasts andI guess I just forgot
what I wasdoing because it didn'ttake long for my hand to pull the skirtof
my dress up. I guess all that watching my mother and my uncle or one of
mymother's friends fucking in the bedroom and me with my hand inmy pussy
that old habits just took over. Anyway, I pulled my skirt up and while Tom
sucked on my breastsand fondled them, I had my fingers under my panties and
wassliding my finger up and down my pussy when we heard a carcoming and we
jumped and started to button up again. Tom saw that I had my finger on my
pussy when we jumped. The police didn't even stop but just took a slow turn
throughthe parking lot at the airport, but I never got my brassierefastened
and I know I must have looked funny with the stupidthing just hanging under
my dress. While we were driving to my house later Tom told me he hadseen me
with my finger in my pussy and next time we parked hewanted to have his
finger in there instead. Let me tell you Ithink I came right in the front
seat of hiscorvette when hesaid that. It must have been a week thoughuntil
we were ableto get into the parking lot again. It was a beautiful moon that
night, not full but almost full. Very romantic! And I was very very hot and
excited too. I wore my very bestpair of panties and I almost couldn't wait
to get them pulleddown. We had gone to a movie in town and even left before
it wasover to go and park and fool around so it sure wasn't longbefore we
were in the middle of the gravel parking lot with thetop down and Tom
discovered very quickly that I had neglectedto wear a brassiere. That was
the very first time in my lifethat I had a male cock in my hand! By the
time I had my dress unbuttoned and his lips sucking mybreasts, I had
started getting bolder and I had my hand at thefront of his levi's and felt
the big bulge there and how veryhard that it was. Pretty soon I made him
stop sucking my nipples and feeling onmy breasts and I got very bold and
daring and I whispered to him. "Honey, I want to touchyou down there. Sit
back and let me." He was sprawled outin a second and it took me a long time
tolearn how to open buttons on tight Levi's. I had one hell of afight
getting the things open with all the pressure frombelow and the tight jeans
too. I will never forget the very first time I had his cock in myhand. I
had to move my hand in unfamiliar surroundings tryingto find the opening in
the fly of his jockey shorts and evenfinding the opening there were
problems. Ever try to bend theunbendable and get it out though an opening
that was onlydesigned to get through when it was soft? After a while
ofstruggling to get it out, I finally just started tugging on histight
jeans and got them loose enough and far enough down hislegs that I could
pull his shorts down and his lovely cock justkind of jumped free. The
thrill of having that moist cock in my hand for the firsttime. The
excitement of running my fingers over the length andfeeling the soft skin
and the bumps and ridges and cordsstanding outfrom it. The ecstasy of
moving the skin at thetop and discoveringhow easy it unpealed the delicious
lookingknob at the end. Even in the dim light of the moon I could seea drop
of slippery juice welling out of the hole in the tip ofthe end of his cock
and I remember taking great delighttouching and smearing that slippery
juice over the head andseeing how shiny it became with the increase of
wetness. I used the same deft touch on his cock that I had watched
mybrother use on his own cock so many times when I had watchedthrough half
closed eyes while he had whacked off his hard cockuntil he sqirted his cum
on his stomach. Tom was squirming around now, and my fingers tightly closed
onhis cock and running up and down the shaft while my other handexplored
the soft skin on his hairy testicles was getting bothof us so very hot that
when he started moaning and I felt hiships lift off the seat, I bent down
and did what I had seen mymother do so many times. I grasped his cock
firmly and my lips slippedover the moisthead. I was in heaven. He tasted
warm and sultryand the pulsing ofhis cock transmitted itself to my eager
lips. He stiffened, hisbody trembled and for the first time I felt the
squirting ofmale cum into my eager mouth. The flavor was divine, the
amountastounding. He kept on pulsing, his cock almost squirmingbetween my
eager hot lips and the cum cascaded from him tome. I guess I was one of the
lucky ones that discovered thatswallowing hot cum the very first time I
tried was wonderfuland I have never been one to spit out what ever a nice
guy waseager enough to shoot into my mouth. It was like chewing into the
first bite of a succulant steakand having your mouth fill with saliva. I
had the very same feelingas I felt the flooding of his hot cum filling my
eager mouth. He lay still as I raised and sat back on the seat. I
doremember hitting my head on the steering wheel when he came andI rubbed
the spot while my other hand held his cock, feelingit shrink and soften in
my fingerslike a wounded bird. I idlymoved the skin, milking him and
feelingthe excess fluid slowlyoozing as his cock lost it's rigidity and
became soft andfloppy again. It was wonderful feeling the power that I had
tochange him from hard and urgent to relaxed and dozing on theseat next to
me. I think he slept for a few minutes while I sat there lookingat the
almost full moon, skirt high on my legs, my fingertoying in the moist slit
between my thighs. I guess a lot of girls' first experience with direct sex
hasbeen by giving a blow job...--

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