Late in 2003, much to our dismay, NATO increased involvement in Afghanistan and it wasn't long before boys we knew went off to war, which had not previously been a part of our lives. Fortunately the boys we knew all came back but you don't know that when they go. Anyway, Billy Andrade, one of my oldest brother's friends and the third boy who enjoyed the privilege (joke) of fucking me, went and indeed returned in one piece. Immediately I repaired to Kristie's house where we plotted a welcome for him, he having been a good customer of The Wenches as well as one of my former sex partners. Whereas I had a serious boyfriend at the time, Michael Burke, I was not in a position to let him fuck me but a blow job was definitely on the table so we invited him over.
His arrival being imminent, considering the purpose of his visit, I stripped naked and lay across Kristie's bed on my back, the idea being that I would lean my head over the side of the bed, hair down and chin up and take him into my mouth upside down. Me upside down. Him and his penis both upright. Now don't think this is easy. First off we were fortunate that Kristie's bed has a substantial mattress and box spring, necessary to get the girl's mouth near the right height to accommodate the guy's dick, especially a large one like Billy's, which I had of course accommodated before, albeit in a different orifice. Even at that, the guy had to lean over a tad to bring the organ in question at least down near to a horizontal position, or maybe even slightly lower, so the girl could get a purchase, as it were, on more than just the tip.
Whatever. Hearing Billy's car in the drive, Kristie tied a length of rope to each of my wrists and spread my arms wide and then bound each in turn to a leg of the bed near the headboard and footboard. She then tied my ankles together across one another, the better to spread my knees so I could move my bum freely enough to give me a decent chance at getting myself off while I blew him. After all we weren't just doing this to put a smile on BILLY'S face. Then I scrunched along the bed till my head appeared properly positioned hanging down freely, mouth pointed up, the edge of the bed touching my back at just about boob level. Kristie then secured the ropes tied to my wrists and another tied to my ankles so I was held helpless in the right position. She fluffed my hair and splayed it toward the floor to keep it out of the way. And there I lay, naked as the day I was born, when Billy appeared at the bedroom door as if on queue. Or is that cue.
Billy greeted us cheerfully, embracing Kristie and bending her over his knee for an extended kiss like that old picture of the Navy guy in Times Square after World War II. Bending over he gave me a similarly long kiss using his tongue with the expertness I used to enjoy regularly and also a generous feel since I WAS naked. For a time we made small talk. It had, after all, been almost eighteen months. I found it slightly odd having to look up at him while we talked. Neither of us seemed to be bothered that I was naked as a jaybird, or at least Billy was too much a gentleman to let on. Of course he had seen me naked as a jaybird before, most recently for a birthday whipping. At an appropriate point Kristie slipped a piece of hard candy in my mouth to help me generate some extra saliva, and, the soul of discretion, left the room. Billy stripped naked without delay. Now to work.
And I do mean work. Some feel giving a blow job is roughly equivalent to holding a large carrot in your mouth, and, I'm told by boys I know, there are girls who act that way. In fact there's lots to think about: where your teeth are, what your tongue is doing - circling the head, licking the shaft - how much of him to take in, how to lube properly, how hard to suck. In fact why it's called a blow job rather than a suck job I don't know.
Both of us now naked, Billy looked at me and asked to fuck me, though I knew Beth and Brittany had already done the deed for him the first day he was back, odd since Britt was already married. I wanted to, I really did. I remembered the first time we had done it and feeling the power my naked body gave me, a daisy fresh girl, as he drew in my nakedness. The whiteness of my bare chest, the soft muscles of my stomach, the pinkness of my bunny hole, the gentle curve of my ass, my long legs, the gentle sheen of tiny golden hairs on my body catching the light. I loved being naked and I loved being helpless with him. I loved every second of it and I wanted to give myself to him now but he'd already had Beth and Britt in twenty-four hours and I had my boyfriend so I said no.
