Let me start at the beginning. My name is Rose Ann, but everyone always calls me Rosie. I grew up in an upper middle-class suburb of Detroit. I'm almost sixty-years-old. I never saw a naked male until I was 10. We had a horny dog, and my mom and dad were always trying to stop him from mounting one of the neighbors' bitches. I didn't think a dog's cock could possibly be the same as a human male.
One day I snuck into our bathroom while my 13-year-old brother, Joey, was taking a shower. I took a quick peek and there it was hanging between his legs. At the time I thought it was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. I went back to my room, took off my skirt and panties, sat on the floor in front of my full- length mirror, and spread my legs. Compared to what I had; Joey awed me. I didn't even call it a cock back then. I called it a little hose. Two months later, my parents weren't home and Joey was taking a shower and I decided to take another look. The shower curtain was partially open. To my surprise Joey's hose looked completely different. It was standing straight up, and he was sliding his hand up and down. It wasn't so little now. His eyes were closed. Suddenly Joey made some strange noises and to my great surprise cream spurted from the end of his hose. Oh my!!!! At the time I had no idea, but I think that was the beginning of my fascination with cocks. When I quietly slipped out of the bathroom, I knew that I would have to find a way to see more hoses and not just my brother's.
My big chance came that summer. Joey's friends, Freddy, who was 15 and Matty, who was the same age as Joey were out in our back yard, and I was inside, but the windows were open and I could hear them talking. "My parents will be away tomorrow, why don't you come over to the pool after lunch and we can go skinny dipping," Matty said. Later that afternoon, I went to Matty's house and looked around for a good hiding place. I found one in the woods behind a fence which bordered Matty's yard and had a great and very close view of the diving board end of the pool. The next afternoon, "Mom, I finished my lunch, I'm going over to Cathy's house."
"Make sure you're home in time for dinner."
I was out the door in a minute and was comfortably in my hide out when Matty, Freddy and Joey came out to the pool. Without any hesitation, they dropped their swimsuits and dove into the water. At first, I didn't see much, but within a few minutes my brother jumped out of the pool, ran by the fence where I was hiding and jumped off the diving board. I got a pretty good view. It looked a lot smaller than the last time I saw it, like it was all shriveled up. Just like the first time I saw it.
Matty and Freddy were sitting on the edge of the pool watching Joey dive into the pool, run by me and dive in again. He did this about five times before he joined his buddies on the edge of the pool. I didn't have a good look at them. The hoses were between their legs as they sat there, but only minutes later Matty got up, "I'm going to try out for the swim team and I've been practicing a few different dives. Tell me what you think."
Matty walked right by me, not five feet away. I had a good look. His hose was very different from my brother's. His looked longer and it had a little helmet on the end. Matty stood on the end of the diving board and pretended that he was an Olympic diver. He took his time and I continued to study and enjoy that thing hanging between his legs. He did a very nice dive, but Joey and Freddy gave him a hard time, calling it a girly dive.
Freddy followed Matty to the diving board and again I was surprised. Matty and Joey had a little hair around their hoses, but Freddy's hose was almost invisible with lots of hair hiding it. Maybe he didn't have a hose, I thought. He dove off the board swam to the built-in steps. "Hey, Matty can I use your bathroom, I have to take a piss."
"Oh, man, you're all wet. You can't walk through my mom's house like that. She'll kill me. Just go over by the fence." Oh my god, Freddy was walking right toward me. I shrunk down behind the fence, shaking, but still had my eyes on him. He stopped not more than 2-3 feet from me and started peeing on the fence. I was only a foot off to the side and had a great view of Freddy's hose, which he in fact, did have. It had extended a little through his hair. I was enjoying watching him, but if he moved just a little to his right, I was going to get wet.
As soon as he finished, he turned, ran to the edge of the pool and dove in. And as soon as he hit the water, I skulked away. I came so close to being caught that I never tried that again even though I heard the boys talking about skinny dipping a number of times.
That didn't mean I had lost my fascination. In fact, I wanted more. What did they feel like? I had no idea how I'd find out, but in late Fall, just before Thanksgiving I had an unexpected chance. Joey had to go in the hospital. I don't remember, but it might have been to have his appendix out. Of course, I visited him with my mom and dad. The doctor called them outside his room while he was sedated and I edged closer to the bed and slid my hand under the covers. He had one of those flimsy hospital gowns on, and my hand found its way to his hose. I couldn't see it, but I touched it. I didn't have a lot of time, just enough to feel his hose and that little sack underneath. To my surprise it had two little peas inside. What more surprises could boys have?
I didn't have any more opportunities until high school, but I was always looking. One day in gym class, I was in the coaches and PE teachers' office. To my surprise there was a one-way mirror where you could see right into the girls' locker room. I guess the idea was that if there was any foolishness going on, the teachers could keep an eye on things. Not that there was much to see. Most of the girls were modest. After all we were all in various stages of development and were ashamed of our bodies. Everyone except Valerie DeMarco, who had developed early. She had big tits, and a bush. She walked around the locker room naked, like she owned the place. Me, on the other hand, hadn't developed at all yet.
The one-way mirror gave me an idea, but I wasn't sure how to go about it. My gym teacher Miss. Taylor came to the rescue. She was close to retirement. She lived in my neighborhood and I'd known her forever. One thing she knew about me was that I didn't like gym class and did everything I could to get out of it. I didn't like to run or get sweaty. Miss Taylor tried to help me out where she could. One day she asked me to take some papers to the boys' PE teacher Mr. Jeffords.
I walked across the gym and knocked on the door. The door opened from the gym, and the boys' locker room was on the far side. "Come in," someone called.
"Mr. Jeffords, Miss Taylor asked me to give these papers to you."
"I'll be with you in a second." And there I was staring through the mirror into the boys' locker room. There were five or six boys in there. My eyes were having a feast. There were some with big ones and some boys were still, well boys. Mr. Jeffords was taking his time and I had all the time in the world.
"Please, return these to Miss Taylor." I was only half listening, but he didn't seem notice.
Miss Taylor thanked me and that was the end of that or so I thought. I couldn't get it out of my mind and every chance I had I hung around the girls' locker room, hoping Miss Taylor would need me to run another errand to Mr. Jeffords. Over the next year it happened twice more. The second time, I was waiting in Mr. Jeffords office with a note from Miss Taylor, when she walked in. "Rosie, I forgot to give you something. Hi Mr. Jeffords. You need to sign this." We waited while he signed the papers, and both of us were staring at the boys dressing and undressing in the locker room on the other side of the window.
As we walked back across the gym, Miss Taylor asked me if I enjoyed the view. "Miss Taylor?"
"Come now Rosie, we both know why you like me to send you to Mr. Jeffords office."
I pretended not to know what she was talking about. "Well, Miss Taylor, he is kind of cute." After that I tried to stay away from Miss Taylor. I couldn't let her know my secret. I couldn't let anyone know. Everyone, even the other teachers, called her Miss Taylor. I never even knew her first name.
I should interject right here that my mother was very religious. We never talked about sex or the changes going on with my own body. She barely acknowledged my first period or when my breasts began to protrude, I had to beg her to buy me my first bra. I was totally on my own when it came to sex.
My parents wouldn't let me date until my junior year in high school, and it was always within a group. However, New Years' Eve I found a way to be alone with Jerry who I thought was my boyfriend. I let him put his hands inside my blouse, but not inside my bra, and when he tried to put his hand up my skirt, I stopped him. "Let me do something," I whispered. My hand went to his belt and I pulled his zipper down. I had never done anything like this before, my hands were shaking and I fumbled around trying to find his cock which I now knew to call it. When I finally found it, it was hard, just like I remembered Joey's in the shower. Within moments I was stroking it just like I had watched my brother. I was disappointed: in less than a minute my hand was covered with his cream. I wanted to play some more and I was still curious about those little peas, but almost immediately his cock shrunk.
I was looking forward to our next date. I was already planning what I wanted to do to Jerry's cock. I was hoping he'd let me look at it closely. Maybe if I let him see my titties, he'd let me, but it turned out that he was an asshole. When school started a few days later, I couldn't help but overhear a few girls talking about how I had given Jerry a hand job. He was the only one who would have known. I couldn't believe he had told anyone, maybe everyone, what I had done. I screamed at him right in the crowded school hallway that he was a jerk and I never wanted to see him again. EVER!!!
I couldn't wait to graduate. I had been accepted at a small school in Chicago. Just a week after graduation I ran into Miss Taylor who was walking her dog. "Rosie, congratulations. I'm so proud of you. I have a graduation present for you."
"That's very kind of you, Miss Taylor." Strange I thought, but kind.
"Are you free Thursday night?"
"Sure, what do you have in mind?"
"A couple of my girlfriends and I are crossing over to Windsor, Ontario for an a little party. I'd like you to join us. It'll be fun. It's my graduation present to you. You also had your 18th birthday, right?"
I thought this was very weird. Why did she think I'd want to party with some old ladies? "Yes, my birthday was two weeks ago." I was trying to be polite.
"Good. I think you'll have a good time. I'll pick you up at 7 PM, and we probably won't get home until 2 or 3."
Thursday night came and Miss Taylor was right on time. I sat in the backseat with Mrs. McCready, while Mrs. Pinston who I knew from church sat in the front with Miss Taylor. It took a little over an hour and we arrived at wherever this place was a little after 8. On our journey, the women asked me about school and my summer plans. Just after we crossed the border, Miss Taylor asked me if I was familiar with the Green Lantern.
"I've never been there, but I'd heard about it." The Green Lantern was a strip club just outside of town. "I heard that the girls were completely naked, and for some extra money took men into a backroom."
"That's what I heard, too. Rosie, tonight we're taking you to a place called The Nightclub. It's just like The Green Lantern, except for women. Women like us. Women who enjoy seeing a naked man. You didn't think I forgot your errands to Mr. Jeffords office."
Even in the darkness of the car, I'm sure they could see me blush. "Rosie, there's no shame in liking the way a man looks," Mrs. McCready said. "Why can't we enjoy the same things men enjoy?"
"I suppose. I've tried to keep my fascination with boys hidden, but I guess you found me out, Miss Taylor."
"It wasn't too hard; you were pretty obvious. I just tried to help you along. I heard what happened with that Jerry Worston boy. I was appalled that he blabbed about everything. I felt so bad for you."
"Thank you, Miss Taylor. I really thought he was special."
"Oh, sometimes we all think a man is special," said Mrs. Pinston, "and that leads us to do silly things."
"Rosie," asked Miss McCready, "did you enjoy this Jerry boy?"
"I'm not sure enjoy is the right word, but I was curious."
"Rosie, I'm over 60 and I'm still curious," Mrs. McCready said, and the other women laughed in agreement.
"One more question," Mrs. Pinston asked, "Rosie, are you a virgin?"
"Yes, ma'am. Except for that time with Jerry, I've never done anything with a boy."
We arrived at a non-descript building on a side street not too far across the bridge. We entered through a side door in an alley, and I was startled as we were greeted by a mostly naked man, who addressed my companions by name. "Welcome, and who is this beautiful young lady?"
"Gerard, this is our friend, Rosie. We thought it was time to bring some young blood into our group."
Gerard led us to a table. We had a seat near the front of the stage, and within seconds a waiter came and asked us for our order. Like Gerard he was scantily clad. I had seen my brother Joey's jockstrap when I helped my mom with the laundry. That's just about all these men were wearing. Around their necks they wore black bowties. There were a few black waiters and they wore white bowties. Each man also had a nametag hanging around his neck. The three women ordered martinis. "Rosie, do you drink?"
"Yes, ma'am. A rum and coke, please." The club was filling quickly, and I was by far the youngest among the many well-dressed women.
Shortly after our drinks arrived, a piano started playing. "Are you ready, Rosie?"
I wasn't sure what I suppose to be ready for, but just as the music stopped, the waiters, the bartenders and other men, including the maître d', Gerard, paraded around the room, except their jockstraps were gone.
Oh, my!!! And these weren't high school boys. They were men. I'd guess their ages ranged from the mid-twenties to the early forties.
They walked among the tables and then gathered in a line, like the Rockettes on stage. They were introduced one by one, by a voice off stage. It sounded like the introduction of the players at a sporting event, "I'm thinking of Marvin, the tall one, second from the left," said Mrs. McCready.
"He is cute, but I'm thinking of Bobby, the blonde towards the middle," said Mrs. Pinston. "I've had him before. He makes me tingle all over."
I wasn't sure what they were talking about, but I soon found out. On our table were a bunch of note pads, and some of those little pencils golfers use. Mrs. McCready and Mrs. Pinston wrote the names of the men they had selected on a piece of paper, folded the paper in half and waved them above their heads. One of the men came over. He was standing right next to me, and I couldn't help but stare at his cock. He jotted something on the pieces of paper and walked away.
Within minutes Marvin and Bobby came over and escorted Mrs. McCready and Mrs. Pinston through a door just to the right of the stage. Miss Taylor and I quietly finished our drinks while men still paraded among the Nightclub tables. "Nobody wants these men?" I asked.
"Not at all. In addition to their names you write the time you'd like to meet the man on the piece of paper. Mrs. McCready and Mrs. Pinston couldn't wait."
"Oh," I said as a very handsome man, almost my father's age, stood at the table next to ours. I was staring again.
"Rosie, do you know what's going on behind that door?"
"I can guess."
"Would you like to see?"
"Is that appropriate?"
"Sure." Miss Taylor waved to a waiter who hurried over. He stood between us, and I was all I could do not to stare. She whispered something.
"Yes, Miss Taylor, just give me a moment."
He was back in a few minutes, walked us to the door and held it open for us. "Enjoy," he smiled.
"Rosie, this part of the Nightclub is an old hotel that's been renovated. Some doors are closed which means it is either unoccupied or the woman inside likes her privacy. Others are open, which means that the woman has some exhibitionist tendencies. They don't mind if we look, in fact they encourage it. You shouldn't feel as if you're prying."
"I see."
"Oh, you're going to see alright," she laughed.
Just ahead of us on the right a door was open and I could hear noises. I peaked in. There was a woman about Miss Taylor's age, a man half her age on top of her. They were going wild, and she screamed with delight with each thrust of his cock. "All these men will perform whatever kind of sex we want. They are here to service us. Just like the women do for the men at the Green Lantern. And they are very discrete."
The next two or three doors were closed. As a reminder, although my only actual sexual experience was giving that asshole Jerry a hand job, it wasn't like I didn't know anything about sex. Even though Miss Taylor told me it was okay to look, I still felt a little uncomfortable passing open doors. Out of the corner of my eye I could see people fucking. None of the women were close to my age.
Each room was pretty much the same: bed, nightstand, mirrored closets and a sofa. There was an internal door which I assumed led to a bathroom.
We didn't see Mrs. Pinston, but the door was open in the room Mrs. McCready occupied. I couldn't help but stare. This woman, who might have been my grandmother's age was riding the cock of a man half her age. She was so into it, she never noticed us. "I'm sure I don't have to remind you," Miss Taylor actually did remind me, "nothing that goes on here leaves here."
"Absolutely not. I'm sworn to secrecy." My panties were damp watching Mrs. McCready.
"Rosie, I did say tonight was my treat. My graduation gift to you. Are you ready to participate?"
"Um, um," my mind was churning as I thought about getting up close and personal with a cock. And as I said my panties were damp.
"Of course, you are. Come with me." Miss Taylor led me up the stairs to the second floor. "Here it is, Room 203." The door was closed. "Rosie, behind this door is man named Dave, who Mrs. McCready, Mrs. Pinston and I know very well. Before we left home, I called here and reserved him for you. He'll be very gentle, and he'll only go as far as you want him to go. Are you ready?"
"I think so."
"Just one more thing. I told you that we'd be home by 2 or 3, but you can take as long as you like."
"Thank you." Miss Taylor opened the door and walked away. The lights were low, but not so low that I couldn't see, and there was soft, romantic music playing in the background.
"Hello, Rosie, I'm Dave." He stood up to greet me. He was tall, probably in his mid-thirties, well-built and good looking. Did I mention he was naked? He took me in his arms, and we swayed to the music. It was intoxicating.
"I want to undress you," he whispered in my ear.
I nodded, and he began unbuttoning my blouse. The back of his hands brushing across my breasts. With shaking hands, and pounding heart, I undid my cuffs and let my blouse fall off my shoulders to the floor.
His hands moved to my ass, while I put my arms around his neck. His fingers easily found my skirt's zipper. He'd done this before, and my skirt fell to my ankles. I stepped out of it. I was wearing a black thong with a matching black bra.
"You're beautiful. What would you like me to do?"
"Actually, if it's okay, I'd like to touch it."
"It? You mean my cock?"
I nodded. "Here, take my hand." Dave led me to the bed, we sat down, and he guided my hand to his cock. It was mostly erect. "That's it, just slowly stroke it."
I followed his direction, and in a few moments, I was holding a rock-hard cock in my hands. "Are you going to cum?" I asked.
He laughed, "No, not yet, not for a while. Is that all you want to do, just hold it?"
"I'd like to look at it. I've never been this close to one." It was a little lie. When I jerked off Jerry, it was in the dark, and we were under a blanket. "Okay, take your time." Dave fell back on the bed, and I was left looking, at all most eye-level, his erect cock.
I slid my hand to the base, and then took his balls in my hand. I was curious. They were much bigger than when I touched my brother when he was in the hospital. "Does that hurt?"
"Nope, it feels wonderful. You can tell by how hard you make me." I slid my hand up his shaft, and indeed he seemed harder. "play with the head, too."
I gently ran my fingers around the head, and a little liquid spilled out. "Did you just cum?"
"No, no, that's just a little leakage, but you can be assured it's not pee either," he laughed. He was so easy going about all this that it helped me relax.
It felt little like a sponge. With two fingers I was rubbing his head while the other hand was massaging his balls. Not just my hands and fingers were all over his cock, my eyes, too. I was enthralled with the way it looked. Like Miss Taylor said I was taking my time. With Jerry, it was over in less than a minute. Dave's cock had been hard for almost twenty minutes and I was enjoying every second. "Is there anything else you'd like to do, or want me to do?" He asked.
I was hesitant. "Go ahead, I'll do anything you'd like, just ask."
By this time, I was on my knees, perpendicular to Dave. I was still enjoying the view, and the feel of his cock, but there was something. I had heard of blowjobs, but I didn't really know anything about them. The first time I heard my girlfriends at school talk about them, I thought to myself ‘why would you put the thing where a boy pees in your mouth?' It sounded disgusting. But now Dave's cock looked delicious. "I'd like to kiss it, but I don't know how."
"I see. Well, you could just start out by kissing it all over. Just a regular kiss." Tentatively I pursed my lips and kissed the tip of his cock. Then I did it again and again. I got a little braver and began kissing his shaft, slowly working my way down. Although he was really hard, this part seemed soft and smooth. Then I did the other side where the veins were.
"You're doing great. If you'd like you can do my balls, too."
"Really?"
Gently I took his sack in one hand and brought my lips to it. "That's good. Now use your tongue just like you're licking an ice cream cone." The texture of his balls felt great on my tongue. Slowly, very slowly, I worked my way up both sides of his shaft. My thong was drenched. It was so wet I should have taken it off, but I just wanted to enjoy Dave's cock.
"You know I'm new at this but your cock is just about the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"Rosie, you make my cock feel so good. Look how hard you make it."
I just mumbled ‘thanks," and continued running my tongue all around his cock. When I got to his head, I used my tongue while stroking his shaft.
"Try putting the head of my cock in your mouth."
"Won't that hurt?"
"Not unless you bite me," he laughed. "Make sure you don't use your teeth."
I opened my mouth wide and put his head in my mouth. Quickly, I took it out. "Like that?"
"Just like that but keep it in there and keep using your tongue."
I did as Dave instructed. My other hand was sliding up and down his shaft. Dave was breathing a little harder. "Rosie, can you put a little more in your mouth?"
I tried, but I didn't think I could take more than a half inch without gagging. "I'm sorry, that's all I could do."
"There's nothing to be sorry for. You're doing great. I'd love you to continue. I didn't hesitate, swiftly I put his cockhead back in my mouth, and a little more. Meanwhile my tongue was licking his head and my hand was sliding up and down his shaft. I used my tongue on his cock for so long that it was getting a little tired.
"That's it, keep going. Don't stop. You're going to make me cum." I didn't stop stroking Dave's cock, but I took it out of my mouth.
"Can I watch you cum? I've never seen a man cum before." I lied thinking of watching my brother Joey in the shower.
"Faster, jerk me off, faster. Dave was grunting louder, and then suddenly a huge burst of milk-like cum shot from his cock. It flew about five or six inches in the air.
"Oh," I cried. Then another, and then a third dribbled out. I'm not sure what possessed me to do it, but I just had to taste it. I slid my mouth over his head and sucked out the remaining cum.
"That's it, Rosie," Dave was still breathing hard, "lick it all up."
I worked my tongue down his shaft, trying not to miss a drop. Watching him cum was the greatest thing ever, and I was so full of joy that I had made it happen. Me, an eighteen-year-old girl, had been fully responsible for this adult man shooting all that cum up in the air. What could be better?
"Rosie, you were fantastic."
"Can I do again, please?" I begged.
"There's something you need to learn about men. It's going to take me at least a half hour to be ready to go again. Besides, Miss Taylor's probably waiting for you to come back."
"I suppose you're right about Miss Taylor." I didn't know enough about men regarding the first part of what he said. I picked my skirt and blouse up off the carpet and went into the bathroom to get dressed. I took off my drenched thong, stuffed it in my bag, wiped myself dry and came back into the room.
Dave was still on the bed. His beautiful cock at rest. He sat up. "Rosie, that was wonderful. You'll make men very happy as you get older. If you come back here, I'd be happy to spend more time with you."
"Dave, I'd love to see you again. I hope Miss Taylor invites me back."
"On the other hand, it would be good for you to experience other men. Let me take you back to the club."
Dave was wrong about one thing; Miss Taylor was not waiting for me in the Nightclub. As we reached the bottom of the stairs and turned left, the door to my right was open, and there was Miss Taylor. A black man was doing her like a dog, while it appeared that she had another man's cock in her mouth. I say appeared because I actually couldn't see any of his cock. I could see her upper lip surrounded by public hair. "Did she have the whole thing in her mouth? How did she do that?"
"Just about anyone can do, it just takes practice. I'm here any time you want to practice," Dave laughed.
My curiosity got the best of me, and I didn't hesitate to take a look in each open room. There were mostly twosomes with men and women in various positions, and like Miss Taylor, there was at least one other threesome.
The other two women were at our table. "How was it, Rosie?" Mrs. McCready asked.
"It was great. I've never had such a feeling in my life. Thank you both for bringing me along."
"My dear, it was Miss Taylor's idea, but I'm so happy you enjoyed yourself. Rosie, often the first time can be painful. Don't worry it won't be like that in the future," Mrs. Pinston tried to console me.
I knew what they meant. "It's okay. Actually, I'm still a virgin."
"Oh, well, we'll have to invite you back to take care of that, won't we, Mrs. McCready?"
"Yes, indeed."
A short while later, Miss Taylor returned to our table, and we got up to leave. Gerard, now with his jockstrap back on, escorted us to the door, and we all thanked him for his hospitality, and Miss Taylor assured him we'd be back in the near future.
The ride home was mostly uneventful, and I dozed part of the way. I did hear Mrs. McCready explain to Miss Taylor that I was still a virgin. "I would have liked to be a fly on the wall in that room," Mrs. Pinston laughed and was joined by the other women.
I smiled. I hadn't been fucked yet, but the thought of Dave's cock in my mouth made my pussy moist, and my thong was still in my purse.
I didn't see Miss Taylor for a few weeks, but almost every night my fingers slipped below the covers and I fell asleep thinking of Dave's cock in my mouth.
One day she came into the store where I worked and asked when I was leaving for Chicago and college. "School starts on August 25th, but we'll probably drive over about the 20th, but I haven't decided yet."
"Would you like to drive up to Windsor before you leave?"
My eyes and smile said it all. "Oh, yes, I haven't thought of anything else see we got back. Thank you."
"Let's plan on the 10th. Mrs. McCready and Mrs. Pinston will not be joining us. You know," she whispered, "those two go up there just about every week. Once a month is enough for me." I just giggled.
The 10th couldn't come soon enough. I bought new underwear for the occasion.
I didn't know how much the Nightclub cost, but I was certain those men did not do this for free, just as I was certain the girls at the Green Lantern didn't do whatever it is, they did for free. I now had a pretty good idea of what those Green Lantern girls did. I had been saving money from my job for partying in Chicago with my roommate, and the friends I expected to meet, but I was certain that it would not be the kind of partying Miss Taylor and I were going to enjoy.
I brought a few hundred dollars with me, but on the drive, Miss Taylor explained how it worked. "Rosie, I have an account. It's secret, and every time I go, I'm billed and then pay on-line. No money changes hands up there and since you don't have an account, you can't pay. It goes on my account, and you're my guest. Don't worry about it. Besides, you're going to need money for college."
"Thank you, ma'am."
"Just one thing, I understand you did not lose your virginity the last time we were here."
"No, ma'am, but it was a wonderful night. I loved every minute of it. Dave was so patient."
"Rosie, don't you think it's time?"
"I guess so," I was a bit disappointed. I had been looking forward to putting another cock in my mouth perhaps all evening long. "I do, too."
Gerard, again, greeted us at the door, dressed as usual. "Good evening Miss Taylor, good evening Rosie, good to see you again." I was pleased that he remembered my name. Gerard led us to a table right in front of the stage.
At 9 o'clock the music started, "Right on time, as always," Miss Taylor commented. "Now, Rosie, which one would you like tonight?" she continued as the men no longer wearing jock straps, were introduced and paraded across the stage, and among the tables.
I was looking closely at each man. Then I saw him, a tall, well-built blonde. Very good-looking. But it was the thing hanging between his legs that caught my attention. It was significantly longer, and thicker than the other men. "I want that one," I had almost jumped out of my chair. "Lee," I read his name tag.
"Rosie, I can see why you'd be interested in him, but that thing will hurt you. No, you're much too petite and I'm sure way too small down there to handle something like that. Might I suggest Paul."
Paul was movie star good looking, but certainly not built like Lee, if you know what I mean. "Rosie, I'm sure you won't be disappointed. I think it's best for your first time."
In a few minutes Paul came to our table, Miss Taylor took him aside for a brief private talk, and then he escorted me to our room.
I closed the door, "I'll be right with you, I need to use the bathroom." I had decided that I would undress myself this time. I hung my skirt and blouse on the bathroom door hook. Leaving on the bra and panty set I had chosen which was red with a yellow paisley print.
Paul was already on the bed. His bowtie and name tag on the nightstand. I kicked off my shoes and got down next to him. He took me in his arms and we began to tongue kiss. I knew what I wanted and reached for his almost hard cock. He reacted by rolling me on top of him, and reached around my back for my bra clasp. I'm sure 40-year-old Paul had done this a million times, but I felt more comfortable doing it myself. And so, for the first time in my life a man saw my naked breasts.
They aren't particularly big, and I didn't think they were my best asset. I didn't think I had one, a best asset that it is. "They're beautiful," he said and pulled me down so he could kiss them and suck my nipples.
"Hmmm," I mumbled. His hands and mouth felt good, but all the while I was thinking of how good it would feel to put his cock in my mouth.
For the next half hour Paul kissed, sucked and played with my boobs. Not only were my panties wet, but I was certain there must be a wet spot on his stomach. Then he rolled me over and was on top of me. "Do you think it's time for you to take off your panties or would you like me to do it?"
I took a deep breath. To quote Star Trek, Paul was going to go to a place ‘where no man has gone before.' I took my panties off, and Paul slipped his hand between my legs, and then I felt his fingers. "Don't worry, I'll go very slow and I'll be gentle, promise."
I was just lying there, legs spread a little. It would be up to Paul to push my legs further apart. Remember, except for my own fingers and a tampon, nothing had been inside me. I was a little nervous. Paul, to his credit, did slide his finger very slowly inside me. Ten minutes later I could feel his finger wiggling around. Frankly, it felt strange.
"Rosie, you're very wet and really tight." I didn't know if the ‘tight' thing was good or bad. "I'm looking forward to making love to you." While his finger was inside me, his other hand was fondling one tit, and he was sucking on the nipple of my other one.
Slowly he slid down the bed and began kissing my stomach. I had heard some girls talk about ‘eating' but I wasn't sure what it meant. Like when I first heard about blowjobs, I couldn't imagine that anyone would want to do that. I mean pee and blood comes out of there, and a guy would want to kiss it? No way.
Well, he did, and it was the most awesome feeling. Paul knew exactly where to put his tongue. It didn't talk long before I was squirming, breathing heavily and strange sounds were coming out of my mouth. I began humping his face. This was nothing like the orgasms I experienced when I slid my hand under the covers at night. It was euphoric. Strangely enough, and I recognized it, my mouth was wide open as if I was waiting for a cock to cross my lips.
"You have the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted," Paul said as worked his way up my stomach to my boobs and then to my face. I'm sure in his life and in his line of work, he had tasted many women. I was pleased.
I could now feel his hard cock slowly pushing inside me. Miss Taylor was right; it was way too big. I couldn't imagine how Lee's cock would feel, but Paul went slow. At the same time, I was trying to take more. I pushed my hands against his ass. I didn't say it out loud, but I was thinking, ‘come on, give me more. I want it all.'
He made me wait, which in retrospect was a good thing. Once he was all the way in, he started slowly, very slowly, sliding in and out, and although I wasn't sure what to do, we eventually got into a rhythm. The feeling was spectacular. Paul began pounding me hard, then harder and harder. I heard him grunt loudly in my ear, and then he collapsed on top of me. I had no idea what a real orgasm was like, and how many I had, but my body felt magnificent.
We were laying like that for a long time. "You were fantastic," he whispered in my ear. His cock had shrunk and was no longer inside me. "I'll be right back."
Paul came back with a warm wash cloth, wiped my sticky thighs, and then cleaned between my legs. He put the wash cloth aside, and to my surprise began to eat me again. While his tongue was sliding up and down my slit, he was telling me what a beautiful, tasty pussy I had. "Are you ready for me to make love to you again as he slid up next to me?"
I nodded. This time he easily slid inside me, and it didn't take long for us to find a comfortable rhythm. My legs were on his back and Paul was banging away with my help. It took a lot longer for him to cum this time. That's not a complaint.
We just lay there together when it was all over, catching our breath. Finally, he said, "Miss Taylor told me I should leave when we're done. Someone will come get you and lead you back to the Nightclub. He put on his bow tie and his nametag, "Rosie, anytime, anytime at all," then he left.
I sat up in bed, leaned back against a pillow, and thought about what just happened. I was no longer a virgin, and that wasn't a bad thing. There had been no pain when Paul first put his cock inside me. My two trips to Windsor had been eye opening. I was hoping Miss Taylor would invite me again, perhaps when I came home at Thanksgiving.
I decided that I should get dressed before whoever was going to escort me back to the Nightclub came. I washed up and had just put on my bra and panties when there was a knock on the door. Dave had seen me like this, and Paul had seen me, well he had seen just about all of me. I answered the door as I was.
To my everlasting surprise it was Lee. "Miss Taylor thought you might like a special gift from her."
He wasn't erect, but it wasn't just hanging there either, and it wasn't little either. "I won't be able to thank Miss Taylor enough."
"She said I was yours to do whatever you wanted."
I knew what I wanted. I didn't hesitate, "Lee why don't you sit on the edge of the bed?"
I got down on my knees and took his cock in my hand. Damn, it was big. I began to kiss the head. I had been dreaming of this from the moment I saw it, and all the while I was with Paul. I felt sorry for Paul, he was truly a wonderful lover, but my mind was elsewhere. And now that elsewhere was right in my hand. I licked his shaft and when I got to his balls, I tried to put them in my mouth.
I licked my way back up to his head, opened my mouth wide, and began working his head with my tongue, while my lips just barely got over the cockhead. "Miss Taylor told me you're new at this. Take your time, if you practice, you'll be able to take as much as you want."
I doubted that. I was hungry for all of it. I spent perhaps the next hour trying to get more and more of Lee's magnificent cock in my mouth. In the end I probably took 3-4 inches before he filled my mouth with warm cum. He sure came a lot, and it was dripping out of mouth, down my chin and into my cleavage.
"Lee, that was spectacular. I love sucking your cock. Can I do it again?"
"Not tonight, but if you come back, you can ask for me. I'll be more than happy to accommodate you. Whatever you want."
"Hopefully, Miss Taylor will invite me back."
Miss Taylor was waiting at our table, and shortly we left. "I can't thank you enough. You were right about Dave, and Lee was the frosting on the cake." I didn't say that I enjoyed licking up all that frosting.
"I thought you might be ready for Lee after Dave got through with you. Now, Rosie, there aren't places for women like us everywhere, but there is another Nightclub in Chicago, and I happen to be a member. I've made you a copy of my membership card. Once a month if you are so inclined give them a call to make a reservation. They'll call me to confirm your appointment and you'll be all set."
"Miss Taylor, this is way too much. How can I ever pay you back?"
"Down the road, you'll run into a young woman. Someone like us, just help her along. That's all the thanks I need."
On the drive home I thought of the men I'd been with in Windsor. Touching and putting Dave's cock in my mouth and watching him cum on my first visit was a revelation. The way Paul took my virginity was beyond my expectation. The feeling that swept over me when I had those orgasms was such that I wasn't sure anyone should feel that good. Then when I actually gave Lee my first real blowjob it was beyond anything I could have imagined. After tonight I knew what I wanted to do.
In the morning I found a little of Lee's cum dried between my boobs. I didn't wash that spot for a few days.
College in Chicago was a wonderful experience. My roommate and the girls I befriended were a lot of fun. They didn't party they way I had with Mrs. Pinston, Mrs. McCready and of course Miss Taylor.
Some weekends my roommate, Kat, had her boyfriend spend the night. I could hear them fucking. She apologized in the morning for being so noisy. I made it a point to be away from our room as long as possible on those nights. Their noise made me horny.
I had Miss Taylor's card for the Nightclub in my wallet, but at least in the beginning I chose not to use it. That did not mean I went without. Oh, no. The great thing about Chicago is the number of colleges and universities. On a Friday or Saturday night I would take the ‘L' to a college neighborhood far away from my campus. I'd go into a bar pick up a guy. That was the easy part. Then I'd find a way to give him a blowjob. Sometimes it was in a car, or his dorm room, even with his roommate sleeping across the way or in the bunk above. One time I even snuck a guy into the ladies' room at a bar. I had him stand on the toilet seat while a blew him.
I did this probably 8 or 9 times each year through my junior year. They didn't get to feel up my tits or get in my pants. Sometimes it went well, but other times, I'd barely get my mouth around the guy's cock before he'd cum. What a disappointment! That was the problem with these young guys. I couldn't figure out a way to find an older man, like the guys in Windsor.
One time I walked into an upscale hotel bar, but the bartender thought I was a hooker and asked me to leave. The nerve. I wasn't doing this for money. I just liked, no loved, to suck cock. Big ones, small ones, skinny ones, fat ones, circumcised, uncircumcised. Whites, brown ones, black ones. It didn't matter. Which reminds me, now that I'd been around awhile, I realized that cocks are like snowflakes. No two were the same. Each was a little different in one way or the other, and they reacted to my sucking differently. I loved it when it took a long time for the guy to cum. And I hated it when I just got started, then bam!!!
One more thing, I became a great, and I do mean great cocksucker. I sensed with my mouth, my lips and my tongue when a guy was getting close. Then I'd back off just enough with his cock still in my mouth, so that he didn't cum. I just wanted to keep sucking. Usually when a guy finally did cum, he gave me a huge load which I made sure not to waste. The college guys seemed to shoot a lot more cum than the older men like Dave and Lee, but I still preferred the men at the Nightclub.
Almost every guy I sucked praised my skill, but I wanted to keep improving. I vividly remembered Miss Taylor with a cock all the way in her mouth. I wanted to be able to do that, but I had no intention of waiting until I was 60 something.
When I got home, I'd play with my pussy thinking of the guy's cock I just sucked. I was really careful not to make any noise. After all my roommate and her boyfriend were often on the other side of the room.
Don't think I was like that woman in the movie Deepthroat, which I secretly watched one night while my roommate was ‘busy' with her boyfriend in our room. I never had an orgasm while sucking a cock. I got wet, really wet sometimes, but I never had an orgasm.
On occasion I dated guys at my school, but sex was off limits. I didn't want to get a reputation. As far as I knew only Mrs. McCready, Mrs. Pinston and Miss Taylor had any idea that I wasn't what I appeared to be. Needless to say, I didn't have very many second dates.
I didn't use Miss Taylor's card until early February. Soon after making the call, Miss Taylor texted me. ‘I've arranged for you to spend the entire night. I highly recommend that you request Tommy and then later in the evening, if you want or need more, Mitch. I think you'll be very pleased.'
When I arrived Marcelo, the maître d', greeted me as an old friend, "Miss Taylor made two recommendations for you, would you like me to reserve them for you or would you like to make your own choice or choices?"
"I'm sure Miss Taylor has excellent taste. Yes, I'll take her recommendations."
"As you wish, ma'am."
Promptly at 9 o'clock, the music started, the men paraded and Tommy came over to my table. The girls at school talked about big black cocks. Tommy was not hung like that, but he was good-looking. Once I'd picked up a black guy in a college bar, but Tommy wasn't a college kid, he was somewhere over 30.
The music was soft, as was the lighting. He took me is his arms, kissed me and slowly undressed me until I only had on my panties. The things he did to my nipples made me tingle all over. I sank to my knees, and took his now hard cock in my mouth. It wasn't huge but it was big enough, hard enough, and black as black could be. He stood over me while I worked on his cock from his head to his balls. Once I had licked it all over, I worked my way back to his head, I put it in my mouth. I had improved a lot since my time in Windsor, but I still could not take a cock, any cock, all the way. I'd reach a certain point and I'd feel myself begin to gag.
I was on my knees for a long-time enjoying Tommy's cock, and getting wetter by the minute when Tommy said, "I'd love some of your pussy." It was a request, not a demand, since here at the Nightclub women were the ones making the demands.
I got off my knees, pulled off my damp thong, and got on the bed with my legs spread. Tommy didn't hesitate. Within moments his tongue was lapping up my juices. Paul had been terrific, but it was my first time, and I didn't know what to expect. Tommy was an incredible pussy eater, and I let him work me up to two wonderful orgasm. Without asking, he moved up on top of me kissing my tits, and with a little help from me, his cock slid into my now drenched pussy.
As great a pussy eater as Tommy was, he was an even better fuck. Holding my ankles high in the air, his cock slammed in and out of my pussy. When I thought for sure he was getting ready to cum, he rolled me over, and for the first time I got fucked like a dog. I loved it. My ass was up in the air, and I reached between my legs and played with balls. "Keep fucking me, you make me feel so good," I screamed. I was certain that anyone walking in the hallway would hear me, but I didn't care. Tommy was giving me the fucking of my life.
"I think I know what you want," he said slowing down. "Turn around, take my big cock in your mouth."
He was right, almost like a gymnast or an acrobat, I turned around and filled my mouth with his cock. This was a new and wonderful taste. His cock was covered with my pussy juices. I began mouth-fucking him, and when Tommy was ready to cum, I wanted to swallow every drop. He blasted deep down my throat two, three times, and then fell back, spent.
I, on the other hand, wasn't ready to quit. Oh, no, in fact I was just getting started. I kept his cock in my mouth even as it shrunk. I kept sucking and sucking, licking and licking, all the way down to his balls, while one hand slowly stroked his now shriveled shaft. It took a long time, but I was rewarded with a growing cock in my hand while my mouth worked on his balls. "I want to fuck you again," Tommy said.
"It looks like you're just about ready. I liked it when you got behind me. That way I get to play with your balls," I kissed his balls which were now in my hand, "but I want you to cum in my mouth." I rolled on to my hands and knees. My head on the pillow, my ass in the air. Tommy put his cock at the entrance to my hole. It was apparent that just as he was ready, so was my wet pussy.
My, oh, my, the man could fuck. I was taking a non-stop pounding from his cock. By now I understood the second time took a lot longer, and thank God for that. Tommy leaned close to my ear, "I want you to get on top of me so I can enjoy those fabulous titties." As I said, I never thoughts of my boobs as all that great and I'd never done it that way, so I was glad to give it a try. Tommy wasn't nearly as big as Lee, but sitting on his cock felt like I was sitting on a pole. I started riding him like crazy, bouncing up and down. My titties bouncing.
His hands were all over them. The contrast was striking. I'm very fair to begin with, and my boobs even paler. Against this background, his black hands and fingers playing with my tits was a real turn on. All the while I was grinding on Tommy's cock, I was making all kinds of noises: grunts, screams, sighs. "Okay, baby, take it out, suck my cock."
I was having a great time fucking him, but I'm sure by now you've figured out that I always preferred a cock in mouth. I slid off his cock, and down between his legs. His cock was so wet, I was certain I took more than ever before, but not all of it as I sucked the cum out of him. He grunted loudly and as before filled my mouth. There wasn't nearly as much as the first time, but I loved the warmth as I swallowed it.
"Rosie, you were fantastic. Any time baby, anytime."
"Tommy, I'm still tingling all over. I'd love to suck your cock some more but I know It would take a long time."
"Marcelo told me that you reserved another man for later this evening."
"I did, I hope he's as much fun as you." He left shortly, and I stayed on the bed, my legs spread waiting for Mitch.
I must have dozed. The knock on the door woke me up. "Just a second." I thought I should get cleaned up before Mitch and I got started. I mean, my thighs were sticky, my hair disheveled and I was certain that my lipstick a mess. I ran into the bathroom. "Come on in, I'm in the bathroom. I'll be right out.
A warm, wet cloth to clean between my legs, a brush through my hair, a quick brush of my teeth and fresh lipstick and I was ready for my ‘date.'
Mitch was lying on the bed when I came out. His cock looked almost ready. Ever since I first became fascinated by cocks, I've always thought they were beautiful. This goes all the way back to watching my brother jerking off in the shower. I'm not talking about when they're small and all shriveled up. I mean when they're hard and standing straight up. Damn, that's the most beautiful sight.
However, there was something different about Mitch's cock as I held it by the base and it was erect. He was circumcised, and his head was beautiful. His shaft was long, perfectly tapered, but not much longer than most of the cocks I'd had. Tommy had a big ball sack, but Mitch's was even bigger. Overall, it was the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen.
I spent the next hour or more making love to it with my mouth. Every cock I'd had, I'd sucked. Not Mitch's. I made love to it. I told it how beautiful it was. How much I enjoyed having it in my mouth. How I hoped I could please it. How I wanted to feel it cum in my mouth. I said ‘it.' I wasn't talking to Mitch; I was talking to his magnificent cock.
When he finally came, it was much sweeter than any cum I'd tasted before, and as you know, I've tasted a lot of cum. He gave me so much cum, I couldn't swallow it all and some dripped down my chin and slowly dribbled down his shaft. Of course, I joyful licked it all up.
We lay there for the next half hour. Mitch trying to recuperate, me with my head on his chest just playing with his shriveled cock, hoping it would get hard again. "Marcelo, told me that you have arranged to spend the night."
"Yes, I thought it best."
"I have to leave, but I'll be serving you breakfast in the morning. Is 8 o'clock good?"
"Perfect."
After Mitch left, I set the alarm on my phone for seven and fell asleep. Sometime after seven the next morning, I took a long hot shower. I thought about the way Tommy had fucked me, and my fingers went to my soapy pussy. Then I thought of Mitch and his beautiful cock.
The hair dryer must have obscured the sound of Mitch's arrival. He was sitting on the couch in just his bowtie and jockstrap when I came out of the bathroom. "Good morning, the chef made eggs, Danish, fresh coffee, fruit and OJ. If there's anything else you want, just ask. I'll be back in a while to pick up your tray.
I ate in silence. I didn't realize how hungry I was. By the time Mitch came back, I had devoured everything. "You must have been starved. Can I get you anything else?"
I dropped to my knees. "All I need is a nice big banana." I took the sides of his jockstrap and dropped them to his knees. There it was, the most gorgeous cock. I didn't kiss it to start, I just put as much as I could in my mouth. Damn, it felt so good. I used one hand to guide his cock in and out of my mouth while the other massaged his balls. "You're making my knees all wobbly. Let me lie down."
"You can stand, sit, lie down, anything you want as I long as I get to suck your cock."
Mitch just laughed, hopped on the bed, lying on his back. I was all over it in seconds. Of course, I wanted to make him cum, but more than that I was determined to take all his cock in my mouth. All of it.
I worked my lips down his shaft. Slowly swallowing more and more. I worked at it for over an hour, but I was at least an inch short. Every time I tried to take a little more, I started to gag. When that happened, I had to take it completely out of my mouth to catch my breath. Anything but that, taking it out of my mouth, I mean.
I ran my hand down to the base of his shaft, and took in the view. It was without a doubt a spectacular view, but I wanted that cock back in my mouth. A couple of deep breaths and I was back on it.
I could feel Mitch getting ready to cum. "Come on, Rosie, don't stop, make me cum." And I did. This time I swallowed every drop. It was delicious.
Mitch left awhile later. I took another shower, dressed and Marcelo hailed me a taxi.
Kat and her boyfriend were right in the middle of fucking when I walked in. I put my overnight bag down, apologized and asked Kat to text me when it was okay to come back.
Every few months I made arrangements to spend an evening at the Nightclub. Sometimes Miss Taylor made a recommendation, other times it was Marcelo, and on other occasions I chose men on my own. Sadly, Mitch was never working when I was there, but Tommy was and I chose him one time. The man could eat my pussy all night long, but I did like the way he fucked me like a dog. The evening would not have been complete without me spending a lot of time with his black cock in my mouth.
Between visits to the Nightclub, I took the "L" or a taxi to college neighborhoods around Chicago. I kept a file of the places I went. I didn't want to go to the same bar twice. All the college guys got was a blowjob.
One trip to the University of Chicago stood out. I picked up a college guy at a bar. If I remember right his name was Josh. He bought me a drink and invited to his apartment which was just around the corner. As soon as we got to his room, he was all over me. I got him to slow down and undid his belt, pulled down his zipper, and found his cock. I had become very adept at this.
Josh's cock was big, perhaps as big as Lee's. "You're so big, I hope I can handle something so big." I wasn't kidding. "I don't want you to hurt me."
"Don't worry, I'll be gently."
"Why don't you take off your pants?" I said while unbuttoning my blouse. I never did this, but Josh was so anxious, I had to get him to slow down. I didn't want him to fuck me.
As soon as he had his pants and underwear down to his ankles. I took his cock in my hands and then in my mouth. I think I surprised him and, in the end, I surprised myself. Before Josh came, I had taken his whole cock, as big as it was, all in my mouth. That was a first for me, and I suspected for him too.
This was a huge turn on for me. I was bobbing up and down on that big piece of meat. I'd start at the ridge of his head and work my lips down to the base, his pubic hair tickling my upper lip, then back up again. I was surprised that he lasted so long. After all he was a college kid, not one of the men I'd been with at either of the Nightclubs.
He surprised me in another way. When he final came, there was no way I could swallow the amount of cum he shot in my mouth. Thankfully, I had taken off my blouse. My bra and tits were cum covered.
One thing about young guys I learned, they don't like being kissed on the lips after you've given them a blow job, so I whispered in his ear, "You were wonderful. I loved sucking your big cock." Then I put on my blouse and left. At least on the "L" the cum on my boobs and bra was covered.
In truth this wasn't the first time I'd taken an entire cock in my mouth. A number of guys I'd met in the college bars had really small cocks and I had easily deepthroated them. Josh's cock was a man-size cock. Now I knew I could do it. The trick was finding men with big cocks. There was always the Nightclub.
My life changed when I met Al at the end of my junior year. We attended some civil rights rallies and became friends long before we dated. Within a month or so I knew he was the one. I didn't let him touch me until our fifth date. I wondered why he continued to ask me out. It wasn't until we'd been together for six months that I jerked him off. I considered him my best friend. I could talk to him about anything. Well, just about anything. He never knew about my secret life as an accomplished cocksucker.
Shortly after graduation we got married. As we left the reception for our honeymoon, his Best Man, Ron, gave us a gift, "don't open it until tomorrow," he ordered. Our wedding night was the first time I had ever been fucked, or so I let Al think. The sex was okay, but frankly, I enjoyed playing with Al's cock more than fucking it. Al didn't seem to mind. Especially when he spurted a huge load all over me. Ron's gift was a sex manual, kind of like the Kama Sutra. We decided to randomly pick a page and try it that way. Each day we'd pick a page and do it. If we liked it, we'd do it again, sometimes two or three times. If we didn't like it, we'd open the book to another page. A couple of things about Al. One, he was an okay fuck, not great, not even good, and two, he never got enough of fucking my pussy. Three, he didn't like blowjobs. He never ever asked or even hinted that he wanted one. Weird, I know.
Near the end of the week of our honeymoon we opened to the chapter called Fellatio and Cunnilingus. I told Al that I just couldn't do that. I just couldn't let him in on my secret. I promised him I'd do it eventually, but I needed time. Al was fine, as long as we fucked. When I was having my period, I jerked him off. I just couldn't share my blowjob expertise with him. Al didn't seem to mind, as long as we fucked as soon as my period ended.
Other than that, our life was great. Al's family owned a mid-sized chain of grocery stores in the mid-West. I didn't have to work, but took a job as a librarian in a school district in the suburbs of Milwaukee where the company's headquarters were located.
I had two girls. Once it became too uncomfortable to fuck during my pregnancies, Al insisted I jerk him off three or four times a week. After each of the kids were born, he badgered me for sex. "Come on, Rosie, you must be okay by now." In turn I pestered my OB/GYN until she relented. "Just make sure he takes it slow; you're going to be very sore unless your husband goes easy."
There was no slow or gentle with Al. From the get-go he pounded my pussy, while I bit my lip. I told him that doggie style was best for me at this time. There was no truth in this, but I could hide my tears as best in my pillow. Even into our fifties and the girls were on their own, Al wanted to fuck me every few days.
Two or three times a year I made a shopping trip to Chicago where I reserved a room for the weekend at the Nightclub. I now had my own private account. I was exhausted, but totally satisfied by the time I got home. I made it a point of fucking and sucking Friday night and Saturday morning, and just sucking as much cock as possible Saturday night and Sunday morning. I knew for certain Al would want to fuck me Sunday night when I got home. I didn't want me pussy worn out or sore.
Everything changed when I went through menopause. Sex became painful, very painful. I complained to Al but he just ignored me and continued to insist on fucking every few days. Finally, I went to my OB/GYN. "Rosie, it happens to some women at this time of life. Intercourse is going to become more and more painful. You have to stop."
"What do I tell my husband?"
"Well, first you do know there are other ways to have sex?"
"Yes, of course, but I know my husband, that won't satisfy him."
"Let's do this, we'll make an appointment for next week and insist he come with you. I'll explain it to him."
Al didn't say anything when we left the OB/GYN's office. We didn't have sex at all, no jerking off or blowjobs, although I offered.
However, two weeks later I flew to Atlanta to be with our youngest daughter who was having her first baby. I was away for two weeks. When I came home, Al was gone. His closet was empty, and there was a note on the dining room table. ‘I can't live like this. You'll hear from my divorce attorney.'
Well, that was a kick right in the ass. As soon as things got tough my best friend walked out on me. Apparently, I was just a receptacle for his sperm. I cried myself to sleep, and moped around for a few days. A week later, I came out of my funk and assessed my situation.
Financially, I'd be fine. Under my own name I'd saved all my librarian salary. I'd invested wisely, and over the years as gifts from Al's family I owned a small, but a very lucrative share in the grocery chain.
I undressed, and looked in the mirror. I was still in pretty good shape. A little sag, a little sag there, but I thought I could still attract a man if I wanted, and of course there was always the Nightclub.
When the terms of the divorce agreement arrived by certified mail, Al was generous. I got the house; we'd split the profit of the sale of the summer home on a lake up north. Plus. I'd receive a monthly alimony payment which would allow me to retire comfortably, very comfortably. There was no need for me to contest it. Perhaps I could have gotten more money, but it wasn't worth the time or effort.
As soon as everything was settled, I sold the house and moved to a Florida over-55 retirement community. Stayed Tuned.
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