I was a cum guzzling slut long before I ever started charging guys for the privilege of pushing their prick deep into my throat. I won’t tell you how old I was the first time I ever had to swallow a juicy load of jizz, but I will tell you that I had to do it while I was in the middle of watching Saturday morning cartoons.
My brothers and I used to crowd around our big old console TV every Saturday and enjoy our favorite animated shows when we were young. Ate some cereal, wrestled around, just little shits doing what little shits do. One morning, my oldest brother was acting a little different than usual. He was distant and not as involved in the typical grabassery as he usually was.
He just kind of watched from the couch as my other brothers and I played out our favorite scenes and bounced around the room. I jumped up and landed on the cushion next to him, he said “Time for the Hanna-Barbera Handy Blowy Hour.” and grabbed me by my thin little wrist. He pushed my hand onto his boy bone and told me to “rub it.” I didn’t know anything, I thought he just wanted me to rub him for a minute to be nice. After a minute though, I realized that what I was doing to him made him feel really good. Until then, I just thought peckers were used for pissing. That was the last time I ever had that thought.
My two other brothers came over to see what their older siblings were doing. When they got near he told them “you boneheads do it, too” then pulled out his throbbing little prick to get some skin to skin contact. They knew that it feels good when you touch it so they were hip to what big brother was doing. They didn’t care, they each grabbed some cock and/or balls and started caressing.
He looked at me with a dead look in his eyes and said “Stand up, Caroline.” I did as I was told and he immediately jerked me over to his face, pulled down my pink cotton panties and started licking my bald little girl beaver. That was the first time my tiny puss had ever been touched like that, and after maybe twenty seconds of his tongue thrashing away at my little clit and mini slit, I grabbed his head tightly and had my very first orgasm all over my brother’s mouth.
He was ready to blow so he pushed my head down to his dick and said “Now suck it like a popsicle!” I opened my mouth and he jammed his little rod inside and, after only a few pumps, he blew his little boy load all over my tonsils. Of course, I gagged and wretched and threw up my Fruit Loops, but even then, I didn’t hate it.
Now I could swallow globs of ball goo in my sleep. My big brother died when we were teenagers, but I wonder if, wherever he is now, he knows that he taught me a valuable skill that’s earned me tons of money. That’s a comforting thought to a dirty old cum dumpster.
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I had myself a few drinks the other night and took to the town in search of someone excited for Drunk girl fucking. I get hornier and hornier the more liquor touches my tongue and I lose myself in the moment the mere second my eyes gaze upon the city and the soaring need to explore takes over. I was born in the darker parts of a place just like this, fed doubt and agony like prime cuts of meat and fruits right from the branch. If where I was born minted chaos and uncertainty for use as currency, the city I live in now is another world as alien as it is fascinating. There are still whores on the corner, they even know my name and give me tips on where to get the best dick when I’m casually talking about spreading my lower lips and sucking up a man’s thick cock where it belongs. There’s still a red-light district inviting girls like me to make some Drunk sex porn with the nearest ugly bastard or beggar, and the poor still hide from sight to hide their misery lest they be judged, only appearing to ask for help and then steal when they’re turned away by those born with gold in their boots. But these streets are clean and I’m free to have fun my way with a bottle’s nectar burning in my stomach and my glazed eyes seeking out someone to fuck the bad memories away. Here, the women look nice, the men have standards, and I’m happy to report I found a man to fuck the nighttime blues out of my eyes within only a little searching. He was happy for Ebony girl fucking, I was happy to have a reason to once again smile under the cool night’s sky. I wouldn’t call it a pleasant experience, drinking makes me a little too whimsical, but I got what I needed, he got a drunken whore pussy to pound, and I woke up feeling warm and full of joy. All around, a good night I’d do again. Hopefully this time with a guy already on the line ready to show me a good time.
