Literotic asexstories – Confessions of a Porn Star Ch. 02 by SusanJillParker,SusanJillParker
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Part Two: From prom star to porn star
In the way she wasn’t born a slut, a whore, or thought to be addicted to sex, Liz wasn’t always a porn star. Yet, early on, from the first time she had sex, being that she not only enjoyed having sex but also was good at giving and receiving sex, she was, indeed, seemingly addicted to sex. For someone so young, so innocent, she was mature beyond her years. Right from the first time she had sex as a virgin, she had no mysteries, expectations, and preconceived notions about sex.
Sex, sex, and more sex, it wasn’t about love. Sex, sex, and more sex, it wasn’t about having a baby. Sex, sex, and more sex, it wasn’t about having a serious relationship. It was just sex. She didn’t put the pressure and the guilt on her lover that most women her age did. Other than having him fulfill her sexual needs, she didn’t need him for anything else. Seemingly done with men until she needed a cock for sex, there were plenty of women who satisfied her sexual needs.
If there was any clue to what she’d do later in life or what she did in another life in the past, it was her lustfulness. As if she lived before as the Queen of the Nile with male and female slaves taking care of her every sexual need and whimsy, she always believed that this wasn’t her first life or her last. Always horny, Liz masturbated as much as any man while thinking of not only having sex with naked men but also fantasizing of having sex with naked women too.
Surprisingly enough, a virgin when she attended her prom at 18-years-old back in 1971, she didn’t discover sex, her passion, and her career as a porn star until she had sex in the backseat of a brand new, white, Plymouth Fury with a black vinyl roof and black vinyl seats. With all of her friends already having sex during their days in high school, in comparison, Liz was bit of a late bloomer. Yet, once she had sex, a quick study, she caught up and sexually surpassed all of her friends.
Back then, a time of innocence, with Vietnam still languishing on, Tom Jones assured her that she wasn’t a slut or a whore by crooning, ‘She’s a Lady,’ over the car radio as her prom date desperately groped her big breasts through her pale blue, prom dress while kissing her.
“John. Wait. Stop! Don’t. Geez. Oh, my God,” said Liz fighting off John’s seemingly eight hands and forty fingers. “Let go of me. You’re hurting me. You’re going to rip my dress.”
Not taking no for an answer, John continued his sexual assault of her.
“You have such big tits, Liz. My first time feeling tits and fingering nipples, I’ve never felt a woman’s breasts before,” he said looking at her as if she was his kidnapped hostage. And for a while, stuck in the backseat of his car with him while parked by the side of the road, she was his hostage.
John reached out his horny hands to feel Liz’s breasts through her prom dress while trying to stick his hand inside of her top. Feeling her naked breasts, he tried to finger her nipples. Only, with her breasts so big, the top of her dress was too tight for him to get his hand in there too.
“Jesus. Stop! Stop sticking your hand down my dress and don’t you dare stick your hand up my dress. I mean it or I’ll smack you one,” she said sitting up in her seat, fluffing down her dress, and pulling up the top of her dress to cover the tops of her big breasts and her long, sexy line of cleavage.
Inherently knowing what needed her immediate attention, she put a practiced hand to fix her hair to assure that every strand was in place. Then, she opened her purse, pulled out her compact mirror and lipstick to paint a thick, wide coat of red across her full lips. As if he wasn’t even there, as if he had disappeared in thin air, she ignored him while he watched her paint her lips.
If he was thinking anything, no doubt John was thinking lipstick on his dipstick but with him never having a hand job, never mind a blowjob, someone who looked like Liz, so beautiful and so stacked, she’d never have sex with him. Assuring herself of what she was going to do next by taking sexual matters in her own hand, she looked at herself in her mirror. Her date was so horny and lucky for him, she was feeling frisky too.
Not a prude, a tease, or out to ruin her 19-year-old date’s fun, but her first time with a man, Liz didn’t want her first time having sex to be ruined by her date being so awkwardly frantic, sexually clumsy, and romantically uninspired. Something that most woman can’t do, won’t do, or are unable to do by exerting their forceful will upon a man, especially at that young, sexually inexperienced, virginal age, as if she already has had sex, Liz decided to take control of the sexual situation. Inspired by Santana singing, “Black Magic Woman,” on the car radio, indeed, she was going to show John some magic tonight.
While her date, a pimple faced boy of a man, who was about to get lucky, was desperately trying to stuff his hand down the top of her dress to feel her big, shapely, and firm C cup breasts, Liz had other, more sexually satisfying plans. As if asking a dog if he wanted a cookie, she decided to do a simple thing to get his attention and to quell all of the lunacy of wrestling with him. Immediately, he stopped his inept and horny foolishness when she put her hand in his lap and felt his emerging, throbbing, and pulsating erection through his pants. As if opening a window in space and time, giving each a first time memory they’ll never forget, slowly and methodically, she unzipped his pants.
“Zippppp!”
As if the sound of his zipper going down was on loudspeaker, the distinctive sound of John’s zipper slowly and purposely going down, down, down, immediately made him stop groping her. Obviously something that’s never happened to him before, just as she’s never done this before, she was the first woman to pull down his zipper for the purposes of sex.
Sex. Sex, sex, sex. They were about to have sex. The first time for the both of them. With no parents and/or teachers telling them what to do and what not to do, they were about to have sex.
Only, instead of the consensual sex being John’s horny, willy-nilly decision, Liz wanted her first time to be her sexually, purposeful decision. Tired of men controlling what she does, when she does it, and even what she thinks, this was her body and no one was going to pressure her into doing anything that she didn’t want to do or was yet ready to do. For sure, she would have preferred her first time being someplace more romantic, of course, a hotel room or a blanket laid out on the beach instead of the backseat of a dark, cramped car. Only, with her far more sexually horny than lovingly romantic, as far as she was concerned, spur of the moment spontaneity was always better than something that was preplanned well in advance.
Even though she was a virgin, if only for the sake of telling her friends that she’s no longer a virgin, she’d rather have a quickie in the backseat of a car than to have planned sex that was fraught with high expectations and disappointment. With her thinking more of having an orgasm than in falling in love with not so much of a Prince Charming, she was more realistic in her sexual and emotional wants, needs, and desires than were her friends. With her controlling the sexual intimacy, she’d have no one to blame but herself if her first time having sex didn’t go as expected. It would have been much worse if she had planned this first time instead of allowing it to naturally happen as it should. Satisfied with taking whatever was given her, she’d rather have sex now than later when alone in her room with her fingers buried inside of her pussy while pinching her nipples.
Now that she was here with someone, oddly enough who could have been anyone as long as he had a dick, she was ready. Sex, sex, sex, it was time she found out what the big deal was about sex. Sex, sex, sex, it was time that she was no longer an immature virgin. It was time she left her little girl ideals and morals behind and blossomed into a woman. It was time that she made the most of this horrible date with someone that she really didn’t even like.
Yet, with all of the expense, she felt obligated to put out and give him something back in return. Just as she wanted a special night, she knew that he wanted a special night too. He did ask her to his prom and, with no one else asking her, she accepted his invitation. With her one of the last virgins left in her high school, most of the hot men knew they’d have a much better sexual time with a hot, blonde cheerleader, a plain looking clarinet player, or a wide open legged cello player from the band than they’d have with her.
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The prom was the talk of the high school.
“Who are you taking to the prom?”
“Chrissie the head cheerleader,” said Mike to his friend with pride and with high fives all around.
“What about you? Who are you taking?”
“Gwendolyn,” said Bob.
“Gwendolyn?” Mike made a face. “Who’s she?”
“She plays clarinet in the band,” said Bob with a big assed smile.
“You lucky dog,” said Bob. “She’ll be playing your flute tonight.”
“What about you Brad? Who are you taking?”
“I’m taking Rebecca,” said Brad with a smile and a nod.
“Rebecca? Doesn’t she play the cello in the band?”
“Oh, yeah,” said Brad laughing and making his two friends laugh. “I plan on giving her my entire symphony orchestra when she spreads her legs.”
“What about you John? Who are you taking to the prom?”
“Oh, um, I’m taking Liz,” said John with seriousness.
“Liz?”
Mike looked to Bob before looking to Brad before laughing.
“She’s a virgin,” said Mike.
“I know,” said John. “Not everything is about sex. Besides, she’s pretty and she has big tits. Maybe she’ll allow me a feel while kissing me.”
“Yeah, well, good luck tonight with that,” said Bob laughing and making his two friends laugh too.
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“Zippppp!”
As if the fabric of the universe had a loud, long tear in it, John stopped his groping of Liz’s tits to look down at her small, soft hand. Suddenly, between the feel of her hand on his cock through his pants and the sound of his zipper going down as his cock went up, her sexual actions got his attention where her words and thwarts couldn’t. The sound of his zipper going down not only made him remove his hand from inside the top of her dress but also delivered him back to a safe, sane place where she could exert more physical, emotional, and sexual control over his desperate, carnal actions.
Although he was obviously even more sexually excited that she pulled down his zipper and was touching and feeling his cock through his pants, as if given a sedative or a hypnotic suggestion, he was calm now. With her obviously in charge and in control, the pressure of seeing how far he could sexually go with her was over when she pulled down his zipper. Now more focused on watching what she was doing with her hand than in seeing what he was feeling with his hands, he stared down at Liz’s hand about to disappear in his pants. With her hand about to go where no women’s hand has ever gone before and has ever been, John held his breath in obvious sexual anticipation.
Feeling something she never felt before and will feel tens of thousands of times again, her hand went where no virginal hand should ever go if hoping to still remain a virgin. Yet, ready to embrace adulthood as a woman, literally and figuratively, as if his cock was an AVN award, the comparable Oscar awarded for the best movies and actors by Adult Video News, Liz’s hand was ready to take hold of her sexual future. Suddenly, building up to a loud and long crescendo, the sound of John’s zipper going down was the sound of a door opening with angelic music playing in the background of George Frideric Handel’s chorus from the Messiah.
“Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Halle-lu-jah!”
As if exploring uncharted territory, as if reaching in a burrow to take hold of a friendly, pet snake or a monstrous cum spewing dragon, going where she’s never gone before, Liz reached her hand inside John’s pants.
‘One small step for woman, one giant leap for Liz,’ she thought while groping her prom date in the way that he had been groping her.
Tit for cock, it was her turn to grope him. It was her turn now to feel something sexual instead of just being felt up physically. Something she only imagined feeling while taking hold of her dildo, Liz felt something she never felt before when feeling her first cock. Taking control of the sexual situation, she took physical hold and sexual control of him by the mere touch of his penis. Suddenly alive, his dick twitched. His prick moved. His penis throbbed. His cock pulsated his anticipated sexual excitement and sexual lust for her. Indeed, as if she was a wicked witch, with her hand, her mouth, and her pussy possessing all kinds of magic and spells, her hand was her magic wand.
‘Hocus pocus and abracadabra,’ with him already possessed as if hypnotized and under her spell, her hand and her fingers were magical.
Helpless to stop her even if he wanted to stop her, yet why would he stop her from touching his prick? As if he was her sub and she was his Dom, John was cast under her sexual spell. Suddenly something amazing happened to Liz when feeling a man’s dick for the first time. As if suddenly filled with rebar reinforced concrete, his cock magically grew harder in her hand through his underwear. She liked the sensation of feeling his strength, his power, and his manhood. She enjoyed the sexual control that she had over him.
‘Wow,’ she thought.
With Liz now taking control of the sexual situation, she felt something hard yet vibrate and vital in her quest to lose her virginity. With the power of her touch in hand, she felt something powerful that she enjoyed controlling. She felt something as hard as her big, black dildo that she used to get herself off when her vibrator just wasn’t enough. Only where her dildo and vibrator were inanimate objects, what she was feeling now was alive. Where her dildo and vibrator left off, a new adventure, what she was feeling now was just the beginning.
“It’s alive,” screamed Dr. Frankenstein when his creation moved for the very first time.
‘It’s alive,’ thought Liz when she felt John’s cock twitch through his thin, cotton underwear.
“Oh, my God,” he said.
‘Oh, my God,’ she thought.
The first time someone felt her tits and tried fingering her nipples, she couldn’t believe she was feeling his prick. Her first prick. I’ll remember his cock forever and always. Only, she wished he was someone other than John.
‘I wish he was Mike, Bob, or Brad,’ she thought. ‘If he was, I’d fuck him right here and right now. If he was someone better, I’d have him take my virginity.’
As soon as she touched his cock through his thin, cotton underwear, she was impressed by how quickly it hardened. As soon as she felt his cock through his thin, cotton underwear, she felt a familiar wetness between her legs. As soon as she touched his cock through his thin, cotton underwear, she felt her nipples harden.
‘This is so sexually exciting,’ she thought now wanting to see it and to wrap her fingers around it.
As soon as she touched his prick, she felt it twitch, pulsate, and throb as if his cock was his heart. Indeed, with his cock not only his second brain, his hard prick was the direct bloodline not only to his heart but also to his brain.
Suddenly, as if he was injected with even more male testosterone than he has as an 18-year-old teenager, he kissed Liz with renewed sexual lust while feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples through her dress and bra. Now instead of desperately groping her and sexually molesting her, and with her giving him the green light, he had more of a loving and less desperate touch. No longer frantic in his groping, he touched and felt her in the way she yearned to be touched and longed to be felt. He touched and felt her in the way that she imagined a woman touching and feeling her.
Gently feeling her breasts, he fingered the impressions of her emerging nipples through her dress and bra. Pulling them out with his fingers through her clothes, he was making her as sexually excited as she was making him. Instead of feeling used and abused, she was sexually aroused. Instead of frustratingly annoyed with him mauling her, she was sexually excited. With her a virgin and with her never having given anyone a hand job never mind a blowjob before, she suddenly not only wanted to stroke him but also she wanted to suck him while he fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples.
As if there was a symphony orchestra and a choir of singers in the backseat with him, Handel’s Messiah continued playing Hallelujah.
“Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Halle-lu-jah!”
Returning his passionate kisses with her passionate kisses, Liz felt John’ prick through his underwear before she reached her hand inside of his briefs and pulled out his cock. The first time feeling a cock in her hand, she immediately wrapped her fingers around his prick as if she had done this before. She felt his cock, fondled his cock, and kneaded his cock in her hand as if she was molding a piece of clay that was quickly hardening.
She wondered, ‘How can something so hard feel so soft? Now that I know what it feels like, I wonder what it looks like.’
Immediately, with her curiosity and sexual excitement getting the better of her, she looked down to see what her errant hand had uncovered and was holding. Toying with his cock, she fingered the head of his big prick in the way that he was trying to finger her hard, erect nipples. With her not having enough room to stroke his already erect prick to a harder erection, as if she had done this many times before when this was her first time, Liz unbuckled and unbuttoned his pants. Now free to move her fingers around the head of his cock and with her hand ever so slowly moving up and down the shaft of John’s engorged prick, their kisses suddenly grew more passionate and with more purpose behind them. With Liz slowly masturbating her prom date and with her prettier and having bigger breasts than the other three women, seemingly with Chrissie, Gwendolyn, and Rebecca now having nothing over her, she was as sexually aroused as John seemed to be.
Yet, still not satisfied, with this being her first, personal, private, sexual good time as much as it obviously was his first, personal, private, sexual good time, this wasn’t how Liz imagined her first time having sex would be. Even though she wanted to and even though she was ready, she didn’t want to have sexual intercourse in the backseat of a car, especially with John. He’d have to be satisfied with her giving him a hand job and possibly even a blowjob but she’d never fuck him, her prom date.
Having never felt the weight of a cock in her hand before, she was not only curious to see what one felt like in her hand but also what one looked like up close and personal. Unable to get a good look at his cock before, she wanted a better look at his cock now. She needed something to masturbate over later when in the privacy of her bedroom or when taking a leisurely bath. So, while John was seemingly content continuing to stick his hand down the top of her dress and fondle Liz’s big tits while trying to finger her erect nipples, for the time being, as if looking at something valuable and rare, she was content staring at John’s erect cock.
‘It’s so big,’ she thought. ‘How will that ever fit in my mouth? How will that ever fit in my pussy? It’s so hard,’ she thought.
She continued fondling and stroking his big prick while staring at his hard cock. She continued her fascination with his dick while he continued feeling her big tits and fingering her hard nipples. Now after knowing what a cock felt like in her hand, she was curious what a prick felt like in her mouth. She was curious what a cock tasted like
‘Do I dare take that thing in my mouth? It’s so hideously ugly,’ she thought. ‘What would he think of me if I licked his cock? What would he think of me if I took his prick in my mouth? What would he think of me if I sucked him? Would he think me a slut if I blew him? Would he think me a whore if I allowed him to cum in my mouth? Would he think me a nymphomaniac if I swallowed his cum?’
While fondling the head of his engorged prick with her manicured fingers, as if squeezing an ear of corn or a giant sized carrot to test its freshness, she squeezed his cock before slowly stroking his cock again. As soon as she started stroking John, as if he was beginning to lose consciousness from drinking too much alcohol, when he hasn’t even had a drink, he slumped down lower to fall back into the softness of the backseat. Surrendering his prick to her, he allowed her to have her wicked, sexual way with his cock in the way she now allowed him to have his wicked, sexual way with her tits. Obviously, an understatement, while he watched her hand stroking him and saw her eyes staring at him, he relaxed while enjoying his first hand job from someone else’s hand other than his own.
As if she had given plenty of hand jobs before, when this was her first hand job, she had a knack, a gift, and a special talent for intuitively knowing how to masturbate and pleasure a man. Exerting just enough hand pressure with just enough speed, she could tell when his eyes rolled back in his head that he was enjoying the feel of her hand as much as she was enjoying the sensation of his cock. With just the feel of her fingers, the touch of her hand, and the movement of her wrist, it was then that Liz realized the sexually intuitive control that she had over men. Literally, men were putty, albeit hardened putty, in her hand.
Simplistically easy, the secret of controlling a man was all in his prick. Realizing it at the same time, it was then that Liz appreciated the sexual control that she had over men. She felt empowered. She felt possessed. She felt sexy. She felt strong. She felt in control of her lifelong nemesis, men.
Never feeling good enough, smart enough, and/or strong enough before, she felt good enough, smart enough, and strong enough now. Men were always there to hold her back by saying no to whatever she wanted to do. A love/hate affair, she had a bittersweet relationship with men. Men didn’t have a clue about women but all that she needed to know about men, she literally and figuratively held in the palm of her hand.
Her moment of realization was an epiphany with her knowing what she was going to do with the rest of her life. Obviously, she knew that she enjoyed the control that she sexually had over men. As if she was Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess of love, reincarnated, she wanted to spend the rest of her life making love and having sex with as many men as possible. Feeling not only sexually satisfied but also empowered every time she fucked and sucked a man, sex was intoxicatingly delirious.
Sex was her magic elixir and her drug of choice. Sex defined her. Sex set her apart from other women who feared sex for fear of being deemed a slut, a whore, and promiscuous. Yet, Liz didn’t allow those labels to define her.
Confident, intelligent, articulate, and poised, she knew who she was inside. Grateful for her blossoming into a sexual woman, it was sex that made her who she is today. A virgin that bloomed into a woman before adopting the swinging lifestyle and before sexually adapting to becoming a porn star, she knew that she was special. She knew that not only men but also women would lust over having sex with her.
Of course, with John her first victim, sorry, she meant, lover, she didn’t label herself as a slut, a whore, a nymphomaniac, or as someone who was addicted to sex. Unlike what a nymphomaniac feels or doesn’t feel, feeling no guilt, shame, or remorse, she felt exhilaration. She felt jubilation. Free from the binds that bound her, she found a way for her to be equal to men.
If sex was what men want, why deny them. Why not give men what they want and men will give her what she wants, respect, equality, and money. It was then and there that Liz knew that she enjoyed the feeling of having sex, the more sex with more men the better. Sex was her way to make it in life.
Having sex made her feel alive. Having sex made her feel like a woman instead of an 18-year-old, virginal, school girl. Having sex made her feel free of her parents’ control. Having sex made her feel wicked but in a good way. Something that she was inherently good at, she enjoyed the feeling of controlling men by denying them or giving them sex, her choice it was now her decision. With her seemingly the weaker sex, but with her not believing for one second that she was weak at all, having sex made her realize that it was so much better being born a woman than it was being born a man.
Sex made her feel free of all the repression, suppression, and forced morality placed upon her not only as a virgin but also while being pressured to be a good girl. If it wasn’t enough the crap she had to endure from men, other women were her worst enemies. With her prettier than most other women, smarter than them, and having a better body than them, now that she didn’t fear sex but reveled in it, she was way ahead of other women.
Now that she’s seen the truth from both sides of acceptable, standard morality, good girls don’t have any fun. Good girls live boring lives. Good girls miss out on everything. Good girls end up married with children and grow fat while their husbands cheat on them with bad girls.
In all the years that the Playboy mansion has been in existence, there hasn’t been one good girl who has walked through those doors. It’s only the bad girls who meet a lot of interesting men, go on expensive trips, are romanced, bought flowers, perfume, jewels, attend swingers’ parties, and make porn movies. Something she never experienced before now, having a man sexually lust over her, physically desire her, and want to cum in her was a miraculous feeling of being a sexual, sensuous, attractive woman. Not only that but also and just by the miracle of sex, she was a woman in control of her own destiny.
If Liz was anything at all, she was nothing more than a sexual being. Full of life, she wanted to experience everything all at once. In a book she just read in 1969, she should have been the one captured by aliens in Kurt Vonnegut’s book Slaughter House Five. In the way she was alive and invigorated now by sex, she would have made a much better sexual subject to view while being analyzed when having sex than Billie Pilgrim did, when he was forcibly taken from his bed on his Honeymoon.
Of course, with her having just attended her first prom and with her just a prom star, she didn’t know that she’d be making sexually explicit movies and that she’d be a porn star soon too. In the way that some people love food, some people love alcohol, some people love chocolate, and other people are addicted to smoking, from the first touch of John’s hard, throbbing cock, Liz was addicted to sex. Sex, sex, sex, now with everything she did, it was all about sex. If she had to define herself, she was all about sex. Sex was her thing. Yet, nonetheless her supposed sexual addiction, whether she was addicted to sex or not, she loved sex. What she did know was that one of her favorite activities to do in the future would be to have sex, lots and lots of sex with lots and lots of men and women too.
With John no longer feeling Liz’s tits but content to watch Liz masturbate him instead, seemingly he was in sexual Heaven. If only someone could have videotaped his reaction when Liz leaned her head down and took his stiff cock in her mouth, seemingly with angelic music playing in the background, it was a miraculous moment. Indeed, a magical moment with the first time receiving and giving a blowjob, the moment for both of them was priceless. A life altering event, with both of them forever having this memory, neither of them could reclaim their innocence. Taking advantage of the top of her opened dress, he stuck his hand inside and while she sucked his cock, he felt her big tis and fingered her hard, erect nipples.
Obviously his first blowjob, this was Liz’s first blowjob too. With him not forcing her to suck him, he was contently happy, as well as sexually excited, to watch her suck his cock. Indeed, she was enjoying sucking his prick as much as he seemingly enjoyed having his cock sucked. Sucking him deeper while stroking him faster, she was doing a commendable job for her first time giving a blowjob.
“Oh, my God,” he gasped with his eyes rolling back in his head and his mouth gaping wide open.
As if this was one of many blowjobs that he’s received instead of this being his first one, an involuntary reaction, he put a hand to the back of Liz’s pretty head. While fingering her light, brown hair as if he was fingering his own pubic hair while masturbating himself, he humped her mouth and fucked her face. As long as Liz continued stroking his cock while sucking his cock, John was having a good, sexual time. As long as Liz kept her mouth there with her tongue circumnavigating his cock as if she was a pro, assuredly it wouldn’t be long before John showed Liz how much he enjoyed having her suck his cock by cumming in her mouth.
Then, surprising Liz more than it surprised John, suddenly, a heavy hand pushed her head down and forward. Holding it there, the pressure of his hand to the back of her pretty head was followed by an immediate ejaculation of volumes of warm, oozy cum coating her mouth and splashing against her teeth, her gums, and the back of her throat. The first time tasting a man, Liz had no compunction in swallowing him. His ejaculating cum in her mouth was proof positive that he so enjoyed what she did with his stiff prick. Allowing him to cum in her mouth was proof positive that she so enjoyed sucking his cock as well.
Before the first Playgirl issue hit the stands in 1973 with Lyle Waggoner their first centerfold, Liz learned all that she needed to know about oral sex from her brother’s porn movies and from reading Cosmopolitan magazine. Never even having had a cock in her hand before now, she had a stiff prick in her mouth now. Sucking him as if she had sucked a man’s cock before, she did a commendable enough job in sucking while stroking John’s cock to make him cum within a minute or two. Not wanting to ruin her prom dress with semen, she swallowed all that he ejaculated in her mouth before licking him clean. Unlike Monica Lewinsky, twenty-seven years in the future, taking pride in not spilling a drop, Liz swallowed every drop of John’s cum while sucking him dry.
If there was such a thing as a look of love that was mixed with sexual lust and admiration, John was in love with Liz. With both of them sexual virgins, Liz gave him a memory that he’d never forget. No man forgets his first French kiss, feeling his first tit, sucking his first nipple, receiving his first hand job, and cumming in a woman’s mouth during his first blowjob. Assuredly, he had a lot of firsts that night. Moreover, it’s unusual that all of his first happened with one woman.
He had his first kiss that wasn’t from the lips of his mother or grandmother. He had his first French kiss. That night was the first time he felt a woman’s breasts through her dress. It was the first time he felt a bare breast and the first time he fingered a nipple. It was the first time that he saw women’s naked breasts that weren’t in a magazine. Other than him stroking himself which he routinely did night and day, that night was the first time he not only received a hand job but also a blowjob and what a blowjob it was. It was his first time cumming in a woman’s mouth and watching her swallow his cum.
With their reputations to uphold and their morals limiting them, normally women back then didn’t suck cock, especially not on a first date, never on a first date, especially on a prom date. If a woman did suck a cock, she only dabbled, licked it a little bit. For fear of him putting a heavy hand to the back of her head and cumming in her mouth, few women would take a man’s entire cock in her mouth and suck it deeply while stroking a man in the way that Liz had just done. Few women would allow men to cum in their mouths and fewer women would swallow men’s semen. Of course there were plenty of women who gave blowjobs. Yet, unless they had been dating the man for a while and perhaps were even engaged to him, it wasn’t expected of a young, virginal, prom date to get her date off by giving him a hand job never mind giving him oral sex.
Normally, the extent of sexual activity after a prom was mostly limited to kissing and petting. Their first time alone together, and her first time alone with a man, albeit a 19-year-old man, shades of things to come, just out of the blue, Liz gave John a blowjob. He didn’t ask her to give him one, nor did he pressure her to give him one, she just took it upon herself to suck him. Not shy about unzipping him and taking his cock in her hand before taking him in her mouth, she allowed him to cum in her mouth and she swallowed her first load. A premonition of things to come, John’s load of cum wouldn’t be the last load of cum that Liz would swallow, that’s for sure.
Now with John sexually satisfied, with this date not a one-way street, it was his turn to sexually pleasure her. It was her turn for some sexual fun. With John still enamored with her breasts, she needed him to concentrate on a different area of her body. Not shy, embarrassed, or ashamed, even though this was the first time showing anyone her pussy who didn’t have a medical degree, she hiked up her dress to her waist and removed her panties. John looked at her with shocked disbelief when he saw her bushy, brown pussy. Obviously, the first pussy he’s ever seen, she grabbed his hand by his wrist and moved it between her legs.
With her still tasting his cum in her mouth, she was wet. She was so wet. The wettest she’s ever been. Whether it was his fingers, his tongue, or his cock, she needed to feel something stiff in her pussy. With her having masturbated herself so very many times, as much as John masturbated himself, no doubt, she needed to have more than just her vibrator rubbing her clit and more than just her dildo inside of her pussy.
As soon as he touched her warm wetness, unlike her grabbing hold of his cock, he recoiled and pulled his hand away. Not taking no for an answer, especially after she gave him what he wanted, a hand job that turned into a blowjob, it was his turn to give her what she wanted. She wanted him to masturbate her. She pulled his hand by his wrist again and moved it between her legs. This time holding it there, she moved and positioned his fingers where she’d receive the most pleasure.
“Right there,” she said. “Do you feel it? It feels like a button. That’s my bean.”
He looked at her with shocked disbelief.
“Yes, I feel it,” he said. “What’s this? This feels like you have a little penis.”
He looked down at her pussy to examine what he was feeling with his fingers.
“That’s my clit. Rub my clit like this while using your other finger to fuck me,” she said holding his finger with her fingers while rubbing herself. “Finger fuck me, John. Stick your finger in my cunt. I want to cum too. I need to cum. Make me your bitch. Make me your woman,” she said realizing how ridiculous that sounded with both them being sexually inexperienced virgins and with this prom date their very first date that either of them has had.
Nonetheless, John got over the wet stickiness of her and persevered in masturbating her. He showed more enthusiasm when Liz encouraged him by giving him verbal signs that she was enjoying being finger fucked by him. Assuredly, he’ll have much to brag to his friends about all that he did with Liz on prom night. Now, that Liz puts out, she’ll be the popular one. She’ll be the one to ask out to dances and go parking afterward.
“Oh, God that feels so good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Fuck me with your finger. Fuck me, John. Feel my breast with your other hand,” she said. She pulled down her top and pulled out her tits to give him better access to her nipples while George Harrison appropriately sang “My Sweet Lord.” She was ready to have her first orgasm given to her by a man.
No doubt, his first set of knockers that he’s seen in person that weren’t in a magazine, he stared at her tits.
“Wow, you have amazing breasts Liz,” he said staring at them instead of touching them and talking to them instead of sucking them.
She looked down at her breasts before looking up at him.
“Suck them John. Suck my tits. Finger my nipples and suck my tits,” she said. “I need to cum. I want to cum.”
Obediently John obeyed and sucked Liz’s nipples while she still held his hand and fingers in her pussy. Moving his fingers with her fingers, even though she was basically masturbating herself with his fingers, this was far better than masturbating herself with her vibrator and dildo. A first time for everything, this was the first time that a man masturbated her.
While George C. Scott won the Oscar for his starring role in “Patton” that year, Glenda Jackson won the Academy Award for “Women in Love.” Only there’s subtle differences between Liz and Glenda Jackson’s character in her starring role as Gudrun Brangwen. Something as shocking as swapping partners as it was in the 1920’s, is still shocking today in the 1970’s.
As it did then and as it still does today, the question arises, can a partner or spouse of one gender truly fulfill all of the emotional needs of love of the other partner? Definitely, Liz needed to have sex with both genders to be fully sexually satisfied. After watching “Women in Love,” it was then that Liz not only sexually desired men but also that she sexually desired women too. A life changing event, seemingly she was born to be a swinger who grew to be a porn star.
To be continued…
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