Heather Brown - Juicy piece

"Man, I could hear her gurgle the stuff down while I just kept on spurting it like I wouldn't stop. I thought I was sure to choke her with my come, but finally it stopped, and when she tumbled off my prick and onto the floor I could see my come dribbling out of her mouth and nose."

"'Your cock's still up, it's still hard!' she screamed, looking like her face was wax and melting with all that come dribbling off it. 'Quick, stick it up my cunt before you lose it!'"

"Lose it? Well, what Momma don't know won't hurt her, I guess. Fact is, I'm known for never losing a hard-on. In jacking off contests with the other guys my age around the county I ain't never been beat. Anyway, even if I'd've been inclined to lose it, I sure wouldn't have after she spread her legs as far apart as they would go and gave me a full view of her open pussy. Man, I practically did a swan dive on top of her. I landed smack between her legs, my prick ramming inside her cunt all the way to my balls soon as our bodies pressed together."

"Every dirty thing I ever imagined while I was jacking off, every picture and every line in every fuck-book I ever seen, every story anybody ever told me about doing it, every wet dream I ever had… well, all of them suddenly come to my mind at once, telling me just how to fuck Momma like I'd been doing it for twenty years. My hips just moved on their own, pounding my prick into Momma's cunt, and then just pulling back enough to let her push her pussy up at me, throttling my dick the way you kill a snake. She kept wiggling her ass the way I hear whores do, driving my cock deeper than ever inside her hole, so far that if I'd been in my right mind I would've been scared I was going to split my own momma right in two. As it was I was out of my mind and just kept pumping away. The jizz started to rise again in my balls and I could feel them tighten up against the bottom of my cock."

"She cocked her hips in a funny way that drove me nuts and all of a sudden I was coming again, filling her pussy with sticky come. Her body shook under me and suddenly she damn near shattered my ear drums by screaming, 'I'm coming, I'm coming too, darling! I'm coming at the same time as you! Oh, shoot it in me, Sonny!'"

"I thought we'd fuck forever, but finally I stopped spurting come and she stopped wriggling around all over the floor, but my dick was still hard as ever, and I started fucking away again, wanting to come a third time. 'No, no, Sonny,' Momma moaned. 'I've had enough. The next time your daddy gets drunk, then I'll be ready again.'"

"So now what happens is that Daddy goes on the wagon. Turns out he weren't drunk at all that night Momma and I fucked. He was at an A.A. meeting. Now he's been home every night for a week, sober as a judge, running his mouth the way he always does drunk or sober about some conspiracy the government is running against guys like him. I know Momma is back to fucking him because once or twice I heard their bedsprings squeak through the wall between my room and theirs. I thought about drilling a hole to see what was going on, but when I thought I heard Momma groan, 'Stick it in me, Amos, stick your cock in my cunt all the way to my throat,' I decided I couldn't take what I might see."

"The situation now is that Daddy's next A.A. meeting is next Thursday, which is the first chance Momma and I'll have to be alone since we first fucked. But in the meantime I met up with this new girl in town. She's hardly been here a few weeks and already she'd got herself picked as cheerleader. And she wants me to go to the school dance with her the same night as Daddy's A.A. meeting."

"What should I do, Madame Fellatio? I'm afraid if I don't get with my momma, she'll decide I'm just a kid and go back to my daddy permanent. On the other hand, I ain't never gone out with no cheerleader before and that's every guy's dream. I've creamed in my sleep more than once over dreaming about them cheerleaders. If only Daddy was drunk every other night like he used to be I wouldn't have this problem. I'll tell you, I'm so desperate I been thinking about tempting him… you know, getting hold of some liquor and leaving it around where he'd be sure to find it."

"I know it ain't Christian to think such things about my daddy. So you got to help me. Please. Z.Y. South Carolina."

"Why not look upon this as a golden opportunity?" I had replied. "And, just remember, true gold comes only from God."

"Did it ever occur to you that this girl you've mentioned, if she is upstanding enough to have become something so morally exalted as a cheerleader in such a short time, must be a true believer in Jesus Christ? By all means keep the date with her, and use the opportunity to find out what church she is a member of and ask if you might accompany her to services the following Sunday. I will be very surprised, Z.Y., if she says no."

"When you have made witness to Christ, then approach your mother and tell her frankly that you have found something far more exciting and rewarding than what you previously did to each other. Take her to church and prove to her that the joy of Christ far outshines the so-called joy of sex. Try telling her that the greatest orgasm is belief in Christ, and see how that turns her on."

"As for your father's alcoholism, start praying for him, as his only salvation will be God, as A.A. will teach him since it is just like a church. I'm sure that with faith in God by all, you will all live happily ever after."

"Yours in Christ, Madame Fellatio."

Oh, I loved it! There was no other way to describe my feelings as I recalled the last line. But what I loved was not myself, of course, but the divine guidance of Jesus who had actually written every word of my answer.

After I dropped off the copy at the printer's, my heart was still singing, and I decided that, with no deadlines to meet, I'd pass up prematurely depressing myself, which would surely occur if I went back to my dingy office. I felt that since helping others had put me in such high spirits already, I'd keep myself in love with the world – Sharks.

"So that's it," Melanie said after she had brought me up to date and finished telling me about her latest abandonment.

"It must have been terrible for you," I said sympathetically, "but now all that's behind you because you're finally in a warm and caring environment."

"Yeah, right on," she said enthusiastically, and then leaned closer, and in a confidential voice, asked, "Hey, lady, you got any grass?"

For a moment I was puzzled. Then it suddenly occurred to me that she was talking about dope, and that she was in danger of slipping back into her old ways unless I gave her some guidance.

"Oh, you little rascal," I chuckled. "I realize you were probably just kidding around. However, something that's illegal is no joke. If you want to turn on, as I know you teens sometimes like to do what with the stress and strain of the modern world and all, why not use something that's not against the law and can't get you into trouble?"

"Oh, yeah," she said, obviously interested in what I had to say. "What's that?"

I wanted to tell her about the joy of Christ, the greatest high known to the human race, but I didn't think she was ready for it on our first night together. So instead I said, "Well, for example, when I'm feeling depressed, I have some little red pills I get from my doctor on a prescription, making them perfectly legitimate, and wash a few of them down with a little vodka on which I've paid a state tax. Now that's the mature, safe way to handle nervous tension."

"Oh, wow, reds!" she cried, obviously pleased by my understanding of her problems. "Lemme at 'em!"

"Well, perhaps a few wouldn't hurt," I said. "After all, tonight is a kind of celebration… our first night together and all. All right, they're in the medicine cabinet. You go get them while I get the drinks. But no vodka for you until you're twenty-one, little lady. You can have a Mr. Pibb."