WoodsOfJordan
12-31-2009, 04:21 AM
Although, I was the smartest, best looking chick in my school, I was not a happy ****. I thought about becoming a slut and sucking a bunch of dicks, but I only like **** on rare occasions. As flattering as it is to hear the guys talk about how much they want to "slam" my "pussy", I am not fulfilled. I want to suck clit. This need consumed my life and thus leads to the cluster-**** that follows:
Off Main Street. is where we met. My tennis team, being a group of high class individuals decided to celebrate our latest victory with Carls Jr. Her name, Juanita, struck me from the name tag off her saggingly perfect breast. Her perky little chin hairs made my own hairs stand on end. Her fat, strong hands handed me my western bacon cheeseburger with no mayo and from under her light brown mustache, she uttered in a deep yet sexual voice "You like ketchup?" She made my pussy tickle for the first time since I showered with my mother (age 9, although she promises it is still a possibility at age 16)
From that day forward I pined over Juanita. "Was I good enough?" entered my head many times. It also troubled me that the furthest I'd ever gotten with a girl was second base with my cousin last year (don’t ask, acid makes you do weird ****). Was I good at eating pussy? Should I shave my pubes? Should I have pubes yet?
Finally, I decided to write down my feelings in a heartfelt note to Juanita. I walked into Carls Jr. that day with more focus then I have ever felt in my life. I handed Juanita the note and her words made my knees buckle. "Just tell me your order." For a second my dreams were destroyed. I would never massage her aged yet seductive clitoris with my gentle fingers. I was about to turn around and start sucking the dick of the man behind me, when Juanita uttered a surprised "Oh..."
Awkwardly Juanita scribbled down something on a piece of paper and handed it to me. Her phone number. I passed out at that point.
Don’t get me wrong, Juanita was the love of my life, but the EMT that rescued me was pretty cute, so I sucked his dick. I figured the logistics of sucking dick vs. sucking clit were about equal and I wanted practice before I could sink my tongue into Juanita’s old, flabby pussy.
She had never done anything with a girl before, she explained to me that night. “I’m not even into girls, its just been so long…” That part hurt me a little, but I was determined to have Juanita. “Would it make you more comfortable if we had a 3 way the first time?” She agreed that a three-way would be best. The cute EMT refused to give me his number. (Note to self, if you need something from a guy, get it before he cums.) So I decided I would need to find a different guy.
Gary was my guy-crush. I didn’t feel for him half of what I felt for Juanita, but he was still cute and I figured he had a good **** and I’m sure there were other good qualities about him.
Gary was a loner and didn’t really trust people, so getting him into a tree way with me and Juanita was going to be tricky.
“I guess, does she have to be there though?” Gary was in. Although he didn’t like Juanita, he said I was too cute to not ****. Men are easy.
The date was set: April 24, at 4 o’clock…. Behind the Carls Jr. Juanita works everyday and Gary has to be home at 7 (an hour before her shift ends). So that’s how it went down. Juanita took a 10 minute lunch break and we went wild.
At first Gary was a little akward, but as soon as I got his **** out he was going crazy. To give you an idea of how it went down, it was me and Juanita making out and Gary licking us in turns. Things started getting out of hand when Juanita and Gary started ****ing. It didn’t upset me, but it made me wild. In the heat of the moment I straddled Juanita at her humungous tits and ****.
There was a brief, awkwardly silent moment while the three of us calibrated what happened. Then Gary, in a fit of hormones and sexual build up, he shoved his face into Juanitas breasts, and my fecal matter.
The rest went as any other three way involving fecal matter, so I probably don’t need to explain the rest.
The End.
Off Main Street. is where we met. My tennis team, being a group of high class individuals decided to celebrate our latest victory with Carls Jr. Her name, Juanita, struck me from the name tag off her saggingly perfect breast. Her perky little chin hairs made my own hairs stand on end. Her fat, strong hands handed me my western bacon cheeseburger with no mayo and from under her light brown mustache, she uttered in a deep yet sexual voice "You like ketchup?" She made my pussy tickle for the first time since I showered with my mother (age 9, although she promises it is still a possibility at age 16)
From that day forward I pined over Juanita. "Was I good enough?" entered my head many times. It also troubled me that the furthest I'd ever gotten with a girl was second base with my cousin last year (don’t ask, acid makes you do weird ****). Was I good at eating pussy? Should I shave my pubes? Should I have pubes yet?
Finally, I decided to write down my feelings in a heartfelt note to Juanita. I walked into Carls Jr. that day with more focus then I have ever felt in my life. I handed Juanita the note and her words made my knees buckle. "Just tell me your order." For a second my dreams were destroyed. I would never massage her aged yet seductive clitoris with my gentle fingers. I was about to turn around and start sucking the dick of the man behind me, when Juanita uttered a surprised "Oh..."
Awkwardly Juanita scribbled down something on a piece of paper and handed it to me. Her phone number. I passed out at that point.
Don’t get me wrong, Juanita was the love of my life, but the EMT that rescued me was pretty cute, so I sucked his dick. I figured the logistics of sucking dick vs. sucking clit were about equal and I wanted practice before I could sink my tongue into Juanita’s old, flabby pussy.
She had never done anything with a girl before, she explained to me that night. “I’m not even into girls, its just been so long…” That part hurt me a little, but I was determined to have Juanita. “Would it make you more comfortable if we had a 3 way the first time?” She agreed that a three-way would be best. The cute EMT refused to give me his number. (Note to self, if you need something from a guy, get it before he cums.) So I decided I would need to find a different guy.
Gary was my guy-crush. I didn’t feel for him half of what I felt for Juanita, but he was still cute and I figured he had a good **** and I’m sure there were other good qualities about him.
Gary was a loner and didn’t really trust people, so getting him into a tree way with me and Juanita was going to be tricky.
“I guess, does she have to be there though?” Gary was in. Although he didn’t like Juanita, he said I was too cute to not ****. Men are easy.
The date was set: April 24, at 4 o’clock…. Behind the Carls Jr. Juanita works everyday and Gary has to be home at 7 (an hour before her shift ends). So that’s how it went down. Juanita took a 10 minute lunch break and we went wild.
At first Gary was a little akward, but as soon as I got his **** out he was going crazy. To give you an idea of how it went down, it was me and Juanita making out and Gary licking us in turns. Things started getting out of hand when Juanita and Gary started ****ing. It didn’t upset me, but it made me wild. In the heat of the moment I straddled Juanita at her humungous tits and ****.
There was a brief, awkwardly silent moment while the three of us calibrated what happened. Then Gary, in a fit of hormones and sexual build up, he shoved his face into Juanitas breasts, and my fecal matter.
The rest went as any other three way involving fecal matter, so I probably don’t need to explain the rest.
The End.