"You're on, Woody," Adele agreed. "Years later, when I began dating, Daddy had a long talk with me. My mother had told him what I had saw, and her talk with me, the same day we had the talk. He explained that boys would want to have sex with me, that because I was pretty, and part of a mixed family, white boys would think I was easy, and colored boys would try to use me. That I should never go 'all the way' with any of them. And that if I ever wanted to get rid of a boy who was pressuring me, all I had to do was insist that he eat me. And to tell him that I'd tell everyone he had if he ever mentioned that I demanded that to anyone else. I was some of the best advice I ever had. Eating pussy wasn't something men did then--or admitted even if they did. I was a virgin when I graduated high school!"
There was a collective gasp when she said this. Wilson spoke for everyone. "Adele Klijster, virgin. That's an oxymoron." Adele again looked at him with displeasure. "Well, think about it, Adele. How many girls graduate virgins? And
you
were one of them?"
Adele smiled proudly. "Yes I was! And at the time, most girls were virgins when they graduated high school. This fucking someone on the third date--or sooner--is quite recent, you know."
"So how did you lose it?" Wilson asked.
Adele continued. "I went to work at the headquarters of Madsen & Co., the catalog company. This was a time when you could get a good job with just a high school diploma. Besides, I was good! I could type 90 words a minute--and that's on a manual typewriter!"
The younger associates looked at each other blankly. How old is this woman, they all thought. Adele was oblivious to them. How could they know that the evolution from manual typewriters to electric to desktop computers to laptops had occurred within their lifetimes. After all, most people don't realize that the human race went from horse-and-buggy to a man on the moon in a lifetime!
"I could take dictation, transcribe, file, do it all. And I was young--and very pretty!" Adele looked around, daring anyone to say she wasn't still very pretty. Which she was.
"Well, I was always being asked out, and I always declined. You know, don't let the junior execs dip their pens in the company ink. I moved into an apartment with two other girls. Or rather another girl my age and a woman about ten years older. We girls sort of believed she would kind of mother us. When they found out I was still a virgin at nineteen, they asked me how I managed it. I explained about the oral sex requirement, and they both were astonished. The older woman, Zora, asked me what would I do if a man wanted to do that to me. I replied that that was something only a man who loved me enough to marry me would do. She smiled knowingly, then asked if I really knew what it was like to have someone do that to me. Of course I said no, being a virgin and all. The next thing I knew, she was down on her knees before me, spreading my legs, pushing up my dress and pulling my panties aside. I was so shocked I just sat there. When she touched me down there with her tongue, I had a sensation I never had before. She kept her head down there for a long time, giving me one pleasurable sensation after another. I now know those were my first orgasms, but then all I knew was that I didn't want her to stop. But she did, kneeling there smiling at me, her lipstick nearly gone and her make-up smudged to hell. She asked, 'Does that make me your husband, now?' "
Adele looked at Wilson proudly. "So that was my introduction to lesbian sex. My first woman and my first time ever. Your turn, Woody, first time ever and first time with a man."
Wilson looked at her. "That's not fair, Adele, you got two for one!"
"You made up this game, Woody." she giggled. "You didn't say each first had to be separate. Besides, most times it's not. I know Evie's first time ever and first time with a woman were also the same. Me!"
Again Evelyn blushed. Scott was beginning to wonder if burnt sienna was her natural color. And why was she always blushing? Hell, she's a dyke! In the home of other dykes! Sitting on patio furniture with a naked Black giant--and holding his giant cock in her hands. A cock which she just got through sucking. For the second time today! Why is she blushing? Scott's questions were pushed to the back of his mind as Wilson began speaking.
"Well, the first time I had sex with another person was also the first time I got my cock sucked. And it was also with a guy. My high school coach. I had always been big and I always played sports. When I entered high school, I got on the football team, doing all the things a freshman player did. At the end of my freshman year, the coach said he had a special summer training camp he'd like me to come to. My daddy was a big sports guy, and the idea that I could get special training, during the summer, for free ... he practically dragged over to the coach's house to sign the papers. Well, the camp was really Coach using the high school's facilities during the summer in exchange for keeping an eye on the property. He had about 15 of us--five freshmen, five sophomores, three juniors and two seniors--doing calisthenics, running, weights, and some football most of the day, with about two or three class sessions in-between.
"Well, I was big then too. Not the size I am now, about the size of Daniels." By now Daniels was sitting on Adele's lounge. She sat up, wrapper her hand around his cock, and leaned her head on his shoulder. Wilson continued. "At that first shower, there were only us freshmen and sophomores; everyone was making fun of me, about how big it was, when one of the seniors undressed and stepped into the showers. He was just as big, also taller , and he just looked at everyone as if to dare them to say anything. This was the first time I'd really seen other dicks, and it was the first time I realized how big I was.
"Well, the next day the Coach called me into his office and asked what had happened in the showers. I told him, more or less, and he asked me to take my pants off. I was quite embarrassed, but he was the COACH! So I did. He looked at it, then took it in his hand and squeezed it! Jesus! I had never even jacked off before! Well, I got hard real quick and the next thing I knew I was spurting this white stuff all over his arm. Boy, was I scared! I didn't know what that stuff was, but I was sure Coach would kill me!
"Instead, he put his other hand on me and holding me with one, he jacked me off with the other. I came again, wondering what was happening to me. When I stopped, Coach wiped me clean, then his forearm. He told me that males start making this white stuff when they get my age, and that I need to get rid of it every day. He said he had a special class for that and that I should report to his office at 4 p.m. every day for it. Well, that special class was nothing more than a jack-off session with the seniors and juniors. I was the only freshman. Coach used the camp to see who would be willing recruits to his sexual predations, usually ending up with one or two guys by their senior years.
"At that first session, all we did was jack-off together. Coach made me swear not to tell anyone. I wouldn't have anyway. What do you do, go tell your father or your friends that you jack-off everyday with your coach and a couple of seniors? After that, I'd jack off with them, clean myself up, then they would have me leave. I thought it was because I was a freshman. During the last week, instead of leaving the school, which I normally did, I got a chair and looked into the door window." Evelyn, Scott and Quentin looked at Wilson, confused. "We had those doors with a window, where the lower two-thirds of the window is frosted, but not the top. Supposed to stop kids from waving to each other and making faces and stuff during classes, but not give the room complete privacy. Guess them school administrators knew their staff!
"Anyway, I was not prepared for what I saw. The seniors both had their pants down to their ankles, just as I'd left them. But kneeling before one of them was Coach. And he had the guy's dick in his mouth! I was so excited I lost my balance and fell, the chair banging up against the lockers. By the time my head cleared, I was looking up at Coach and the two guys. The guys grabbed me and pulled me up. I was sure they were gonna beat the crap out of me. Funny--now that I think about it, I was bigger than either of them and probably could have taken them both.
"Coach ushered us into his office, and asked what I'd seen. I was scared shitless so I just blurted out everything. Later on, when I was in college, I realized how scared Coach and the other two were. At the time, I only knew how scared I was. They were asking Coach what to do with me. Coach was walking around the office, back and forth. Finally he looked at me and asked if I knew why he did what he did. Of course I didn't. He told me to take down my pants. I did so. After all, I had them down less than a half-hour earlier. Then he knelt before me and took my cock and stuck it in his mouth!
