Heather Brown: Blow girl

When I regained my senses, Lou was getting dressed in a hurry. "I thought you were going to wait for Margot?" I asked.

"I just remembered there's something I have to do," he said breathlessly. "Listen," he went on; "your mother might be angry if she found out I was here and didn't wait, so why don't we let the fact I was here just be our little secret?"

I just smiled, rolled over on the couch, and closed my eyes, basking in the glow of the ecstasy I felt. Once he was gone I cleaned up, put on my pajamas, brushed my teeth, and went to bed and dreamed of the excitement of our bodies and the thrill of playing with his enormous cock that seemed to say, "I like you."

Lou abruptly went out of Margot's life, and mine, too. I was disappointed at first, but something told me that whatever happened from there on in, I would never be lonely again. I was confident that others would like me the way Lou had.

A few weeks after Lou left the scene he was followed by Paul, and then another, and another. What Margot didn't know was that as she was going through man after man, her daughter was doing the same-and with the same men!

After my initial encounter with Lou, which I had played by instinct, experiences with other men broadened my horizons. After all, despite the things Lou and I had done, I still was technically a virgin because we hadn't actually fucked. It was with Paul, the man just after Lou, that I first experienced the thrill of a rock-hard cock pumping furiously inside me; the lips of my cunt squeezing the last drop of man cream out of an ejaculating prick as it shot its gooey load into me.

I had had to put the make on Paul since he wasn't as forward as Lou. I waited until Margot was out by herself one evening and looked up his phone number and called him. I told him that I was home alone and scared and that he was the only one I trusted enough to call to sit with me until Margot returned.

I was learning fast because it only took me about ten minutes to get him with his pants off and his cock, which was even bigger than Lou's, staring in my face. In no time at all, I had straddled his cock and he could feel the slippery, hairless lips of my cunt on his prick as I slowly lifted and lowered my body on his stiff shaft. I rolled my little asscheeks around on Paul's hairy crotch the same way I had done on Lou's face, my cunt muscles tightening their grip on his stiff cock. I worked my hips up and down in a frenzy as he just lay back and let me do all the work, which I was more than willing to do. It took about three minutes, and when he came inside me the sensation was too much. After he had shot his load of cum I still kept moving. I wanted more. However, he made a motion to get up.

"I've got to piss," he said.

"Don't worry, Paul," I said. "I'll take care of that." I got off his loins and bent over his crotch and took his cock into my mouth. He tried to pull away, but I kept my mouth around his throbbing dick until he couldn't hold back. A stream of piss burst from his hard cock, and I almost gagged as it surged down my throat. It came so fast that it was running down my chin onto my flat little-girl's chest, and down my belly. After that he had to flick me again, and again!

As time went by and I began to approach my teenage years, the kids at school started to talk about sex in self-conscious whispers. I started to realize that there was supposed to be something shameful about the kind of relationships Margot had with the men who stayed in our apartment. This troubled me, not so much for Margot's sake, but for my own. These men were my link to the rest of the world, the proof that I was worth something and that somebody liked me, my guarantee against loneliness. They made me feel good because they not only said they like me, they showed it! How could something that seemed so necessary to me be wrong? The men in Margot's life-and in mine-were everything wrapped into one: proof that I was somebody that people could like, and the substance of the continuing dream of a father and brothers and sisters. The men went on changing, but the dream and my own needs remained the same.

By the time I was a teenager, my daydreams had started to change. There had been an endless succession of men, but it was clear that Margot was never going to settle down with any one of them. My fantasies about a family were altered. Now, I projected myself into the future, imagining myself with a husband and my own children, although strangely enough, I didn't connect this dream with sex. Although I didn't realize it at the time, I had gradually made the decision that I wanted all the men for myself, that I no longer wanted to share them, with Margot or anyone.

Meanwhile, I had come to accept Margot as she was-a beautiful amoral woman. I can't honestly say I was ashamed of her. She was reasonably discreet about her affairs, and outwardly gave the appearance of being a perfect lady. Besides, her affairs with men provided me with a steady source of satisfaction which kept me from being lonely. And just as she gave the outward impression of being a lady, I gave the outward impression of being an innocent child. Still, something inside me made me not want to pattern my life after hers. It was disturbing to me that as I got older the resemblance between us became startling. I had her tall, curvaceous body, her green eyes, and her pale-blonde hair, even on my cunt where it had started to sprout. On the other hand, it quickly became apparent as I became a teenager that I attracted boys the way she attracted men, and this opened up fascinating opportunities to me.

Until I was eighteen, I had never fucked anyone who wasn't a grown man and one of Margot's lovers. However, the boys had started to hang around me at school, begging for dates. As I had a steady supply of males at home, I turned them all down. Fucking Margot's boyfriends was all pleasure and no emotional risk. As I had long since figured out that none of them was going to stay around for very long, I didn't have to worry about any of them getting tired of me and risking any sort of disapproval. Each one liked me and then was replaced by somebody else who liked me just as much. Also, each one was teaching me new things.

However, as the boys continued to buzz around me I became more and more aware of them in spite of myself. I started looking at them in a new way, increasingly becoming aware of the bulges in the crotches of their tight jeans. Soon my daydreams included imagining what this one would be like in bed, picturing what that one's cock looked like when it was hard. It was around this time that I met Jeff.

I was the same age, at eighteen, that Margot had been when she had gotten involved with my father and pregnant with me, although the irony of it escaped me at the time. Jeff was a couple of years older than I was, a senior, and sat across from me in the study hall. I'd seen him from a distance all the way through school. He was the star runner on the track team. He was also an A student. He wasn't exactly good-looking, but he was tall and muscular and only had a little bit of acne. Half the girls in school seemed to be vying for his attention. Still, until we met, he hadn't dated much. And I, even though I had been sucking on cocks, and had had them stuck up every orifice of my body for four and a half years, was a social virgin.

Jeff was the first boy to whom I was attracted as an individual, and he was as attracted to me as I was to him. We made a Saturday-night date the first day we met. That night, at dinner, I told Margot excitedly about Jeff.

"You'll be wild about him!" I cried. "He's terrific! I just melted when he looked at me."

"Well, it's about time some boy interested you," Margot laughed. "I was beginning to think your grandmother's old-fashioned ideas had made you frigid."