ever since i have been a little girl i have always played with myself.
and to feel inside my pants to understand and try to releive the ache
that has always been here has and is ongoing.
when i was allowed to have a girlfriend over for a sleep over, we would
end up playing with our selves. we would scout the house for "toys "
early in the afternoon and smuggle them back to my room . at time to go
to bed we went without a fuss but would wait until my mother would open
the door and check on us. after that , we would be safe. on one
evening we had found a drumstick in my younger brothers room. after
bed check we took turns pushing the small end into our little holes. we
would get so excited that we couldn't get to sleep.
one saturday, after watching a chinese girl on tv twist herself into a
pretzel my brother was trying to get his legs behind his neck. he got
the first, then the second and lost his balance and fell over.
i told him that anybody could do that. i set down and finally got both
legs behind my neck.
i had a funny feeling when i realized that i was looking straight down
into my crotch. i wondered if i could get my face down there.
my brother and i had competition over the next several weeks to see who
could do it better.
i had gotten so limber that i could place my arms over my thighs and
lock my feet together behind my back. my brother gave up and i won.
at night i would lay in bed and my hands would wander into my pants.
after a while i would very quietly take off my pants and pull my legs
up. i couldn't reach my mouth down there yet
but i was close enough that i could easily smell
the musky odor that excited me so. i spent much of my private time
working on my goal.
by 26 i had been living in my own apartment and been dating on and off
for quite a while.
i had found that by rolling up on my back with my pussy directly over my
face and clasping my hands behind my butt and pulling i could get verry
close . i reached out with my tongue and touched my clit. i exploded
in fire. by hooking my feet under the bed headboard and pulling down i
was able to get my full mouth over my pussy. i was now able to suck
and lick to my content. i was totally addicted to eating my own pussy.
one afternoon my boyfriend stopped over for a quickly on his way to a
ballgame. that's about all we ever had, 20 seconds and he was done. he
did have one great thing tho. he shot a load like an elephant. he got
up and got dressed and left, telling me he would see me tomorrow.
i was still in great need as usual. i rolled up into my tight circle
with my juicy pussy directly over my open mouth. i squeezed my muscles
and the come started to pour out and into my mouth.
i tightened up and sucked until i was dry. i said that i would never
waste another drop of sweet tasting come.
several days later my brother gave me a call and asked if he could come
over to talk. it sounded important and i told him i would be available
that night.
when he came over he sat down and asked me if thought if he was gay. i
asked him if he had had an affair with another man. he said no.
i asked him why he thought he was gay then.
after much coaxing he said that he liked to give himself blow jobs. he
had kept practicing until
he could reach his dick with his mouth and now he couldn't quit.
i told him that i didn't believe him. if he could ,he should show me
how. after the stuttering was over he stood up and slid the wooden
kitchen chair back from the table and dropped his pants to the floor.
he then sat down and slid his butt to the front of the chair . he then
bent over and slurped his dick into his mouth. he had gotten hard
thinking about showing his sis his long hidden trick. when he looked up
with a grin for his acompolishment i told him that i had a surprise or
him too.
he lasts lots longer than my old boyfriend and he can come at least
twice in a row.
you know "candy is dandy but incest is best"\\
So here is the question,,Is this a true story or as ya'll say, bs....
