A Letter to Joan
June 26 1991
Dear Joan:
It's taken me months to decide how to answer your question
about the three or four people who've most influenced me
sexually. I've told you at least a little or a lot about most
of them already. I've told you a little about the first and
you, of course, were the second. The first was the sculptor
I posed for while I was in high school. I was still developing
when I started posing for him -- he wanted to capture stages
in my development, or someone's. I didn't have much experience
then. I'd necked with a few boys and some of them had played
with my breasts, but that was about all. One day about six
weeks after we started, he told me he wanted to kiss me. He
asked me to close my eyes and I did and he kissed me very lightly
on my lips, my eyes, my nipples, all around my breasts, my
thighs and then my pussy and then my lips again. I was confused
and excited. For the next couple of times he kissed me like
that more or less every time I posed and I looked forward
to it. As it went on, I got less confused and more excited,
especially when he started putting his tongue in my pussy
while he was kissing it. A month or so after the first time,
he started when I first arrived and I knew he was very excited.
I didn't really know what to do, but he kissed me longer than
he had before and when he licked my pussy, he pressed my ass
and didn't stop until I came. I think I had come before when
he was kissing me, but I know I did this time. He was lying
next to me and I could see his cock through his pants. I wanted
to touch it or kiss it, but I was afraid. Somehow, he seemed
to know what I wanted and he took my hands and put them on his
cock. It seemed very big and very hard. He unzipped his pants
and I saw an adult cock for the first time. I was very excited.
I kissed the tip of it and would have sucked it if I had thought
of it. He kept his tongue in me while I came some more and then
he turned me around and kissed me on my lips. After a while
he lifted me into his lap and put his cock in me. I was a little
scared when I felt him coming in me, but I was coming too anmd
too excited to care about anything else. A little while
later, he went back to work and I posed for a while. Then he
came over to me, kissed my pussy until I came again, then
laid me back and slid into me again and really fucked me.
He told me before I left I would never forget that day and
I haven't. Over the next year or so, he taught me an appreciation
of my own parts.
Then there was you. You taught me spontaneity or revealed
it to me or something. I liked to fuck before I met you, but
I fucked in a fairly orderly way (except for the guy I was
fucking while I was engaged to somebody else). You opened
up possibilities that I had never thought of when, to make
a long story short, you made it clear you were going to fuck
my date in the front seat of the car we were all in and kind
of challenged me to fuck your date. I got so excited when
I realized you were jerking off my date and were going to
fuck him even beofre I had that I decided I'd like watching
you fuck my date a lot better if I had your date's cock in me
first. I realized, of course, that you intended both of
us to fuck both of them before the night was over and it seemed
like a pretty good idea to me at the time especially since
I'd already decided that I was going to fuck my date that
night. When your date put his arm around my neck and rested
it on my breast, I bent down and slipped off my panties. He
caught on right away and pulled my skirt up and reached around
me and started fingerfucking me. I think he wanted to see
how wet I was. He pulled his pants and underpants off together,
and moved me onto his lap. I lifted a little and a second later
I had his cock in me, so about a minute after I realized what
you were up to in the front seat, I was fucking your date in
the back seat. I still remember your date's cock -- it was
thin and slipped into me like a pencil. Although some of
the group situations with Ralph were kind of interesting,
I think the best group sex I had was with you and your various
friends and conspirators. I remember the time I was in my
boyfriend's room fucking him and you and your very tall
friend came in and you stripped while my boyfriend watched
you and fucked me. His cock never felt bigger than it did
that night while his eyes were on you and his cock was in me.
I still come sometimes even now when I remember my boyfriend
in my pussy and yours in my mouth. My boyfriend had come in
me about five times during the night and I guess a couple
of times in you. Anyhow, you know what you did for me.
Ralph had peculiar effects on me. Twice when I most wanted
to fuck him, I ended up fucking strangers. One night I fucked
a guy in the Pub parking lot when I couldn't find Ralph and
the guy at the Pub noticed how excited I was getting while
I was going back and forth to the telephone trying to find
Ralph. He started talking to me about how hard my nipples
looked and asking whether I had as much hair on my pussy as
he guessed I did. I was a little drunk and very excited and
I finally agreed to go out to his car in the parking lot and
show him my pussy. I think he was better at fucking in a car
than anyone else I ever encountered, except maybe for the
cop. I fucked the cop the night I went over to Ralph's to fuck
him and, first I couldn't find him and then the car broke
down right near his house. Two cops came and said they would
come back after midnight and I started thinking about fucking
them both -- I thought they knew I wanted to fuck them. Only
the white one came back and I fucked him as soon as he got the
car started again. After he started it and said it seemed
OK to him, I put my hand on his thigh and he moved it to his cock
and a minute later we were in the back seat. We talked a long
time after we fucked and I told him I was married and had come
over to fuck Ralph. He seemed to know Ralph and I asked him
not to tell Ralph about fucking me and he promised he wouldn't,
but I thought he probably would (later, I told Ralph myself).
We fucked again after we'd talked for a long time -- he told
me about an affair his wife had had. I gave him my telephone
number and although he said he'd call, he never did. If he
had called, I'm sure I'd have fucked him again.
One night we were taking pictures here when a friend dropped
in. I kept on posing. He started helping by doing things
like brushing my hair. After about three hours of drinking
and picture-taking, he began touching my nipples while
I was posing. I got excited -- I had already been excited
-- and he started stroking my pussy and when he found how
wet I was, he started licking me. It was wonderful. No one
had ever licked me so perfectly. I came and came. He didn't
start to fuck me until hours later, but when he did that was
wonderful too. He seemed so unsexual that until he started
touching my nipples so gently and licking me so perfectly,
I never had any idea how wonderful a sexual partner he was.
There is a picture taken of me with him in the picture with
a hairbrush in his hand (he had that on me and in me, too, later)
just a few seconds before he first touched me. Whenever
I see it, I always get wet and I sometimes come. There are
some pictures of Ralph fingerfucking me that make me wet
and sometimes make me come, too. I have thought about fucking
them both at the same time -- you know what I mean -- sucking
one and fucking the other. Sometimes these thoughts make
me come. Anyhow, what I learned here is that good things
come in surprising packages and styles. I would have guessed
he was worthless in bed until he touched me. It was a wonderful
revelation. I've always wanted to watch him lick and fuck
someone else, but I never have. I still fuck him three or
four times a year.
The last thing I did -- which taught me that you never know
what's going to happen next -- was on one of our trips to the
midwest. Fingers (his newest nickname -- you know why;
he may not be the best -- Ralph is the best, I think -- but he's
good and he plays the piano) and I were talking about doing
something crazy on the trip. I decided I'd ride naked --
Fingers was surprised -- through Ohio, so as soon as we went
though the booth where you get the ticket, I started stripping
and talking on the CB. I got a little nervous when I realized
I'd been seen right away by some of the truck drivers who
were more interested than I'd thought they'd be. We played
cat and mouse with them, although they turned out to be faster
drivers than we thought they'd be, for over two hours and
then, when we thought we'd lost them, pulled into a rest
stop. It turned out we hadn't lost them. Two of them were
in the rest stop (they may not have seen me on the road -- it
seems some were telling others about us and describing
the car -- they called me New Jersey). Fingers and I talked
to them and Fingers and I decided that if I really got excited,
I'd visit one of the trucks. I was surprised, but one of the
guys sounded really interesting, so we finally proposed
that he drive his truck to the next rest stop or maybe the
one after it (I was still naked) and we would follow and stay
on the CB. So we did that and one of them left and one stayed.
When we got to the next rest stop, I took my clothes in a bag
and wrapped myself in a large towel and slipped into the
truck. We had agreed to drive right away to the next rest
stop and stay in touch with Fingers on the radio. This guy
started fingerfucking and kissing me as soon as I got in
his truck. His cock was out, too, and it was really big, muich
bigger than Ralph's. By the time, we got to the next rest
stop, I'd decided to fuck him. He'd already come once while
I was sucking him. I was sticky all over by the time we parked.
I'd been broadcasting more or less during the twenty minutes
or so between stops so Fingers knew what was happening.
He was very nice when we parked. He had shades and pulled
them down. He kissed me a lot before he fucked me. Afterwards
I went back to our car -- I was sticky and wet all over and found
Fingers had used garbage bags to cover our windows. Fingers
and I fucked until sunrise. We haven't done anything crazy
since.
I'm pretty sure I never told you anything about either
of these escapades -- both came after problems with Ralph.
He went with us on some silly computer trip to Thorndale
and I rode in the back seat with him -- I intended to fuck them
both, Ralph first while Fingers drove and then Fingers
while Ralph drove. But Fingers seemed indifferent and
Ralph was too aggressive, so I got turned off and didn't
do anything. I know Fingers likes to see me fuck. I watched
his cock once when someone fucked me at a party and it got
really hard. I ended up sucking it while I was still fucking
(two brothers, or at least, they said they were brothers
-- their wives were at the party, too, but I never figured
out which ones they were). Anyhow, after I didn't fuck Ralph
that night, a couple days later I decided I still wanted
to fuck in the car while Fingers was driving. About a month
later, on old friend of my brother's stopped by and Fingers
said he'd drive him to New York to see him, if he wanted. So
we ended up in the back seat and I just kind of touched his
leg and he started caressing my thighs. Soon I had my slacks
and pants off and he was fingerfucking me. He undressed
me and fucked me from behind so Fingers could watch in the
mirror. A couple of truckers on the turnpike saw us.
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