This is a true story and one that changed my life. I would appreciate any feedback. The setting is the early 70's. The names are fictitious. Everyone is 18 or older. If by some chance You are Denise (you will know your real name) or if you know Denise, I would love to hear from you...
I had just gotten back from my tour of duty in Vietnam and was sitting on the curb in San Francisco with a can of gasoline, trying to decide if I was going to douse myself and light a match and end the horror that my life had become. I had expected to die. When I got drafted, the girl of my dreams, my fiance, had written me a letter telling me that she didn't think I would come back and she didn't want to be a young widow, so it was over between us. I became an animal because I thought I would die, and I didn't care if I lived. That probably saved my life as I acted without hesitation. Now I was haunted by what I had done, what I had to live for, and wondering who I was.
This cute hippie girl came and sat by my side and asked what I was doing, and I told her, figuring she would spit on me for being a murderer. Instead, she said, "I'm sorry for what they did to you." It ripped at my soul to hear the kindness and sympathy I didn't feel I deserved. She put her hand on my leg in a friendly way. We talked for a while, and I got a little distracted from the idea of killing myself. Her name was Denise, and she lived with a bunch of people not far away. I began to notice how adorable she was. She had a nice curvy figure, long hair topped by a braided bunch of flowers. Her eyes were soft brown, and her face was kind of angelic looking.
"Why don't you come back to my place? It would be more comfortable, and we can talk as long as you want. You might like meeting the people."
"I guess that would be okay."
We walked a few blocks and came to a house a little on the run-down side, We went inside, and she introduced me to a few people as 'her new friend.' We smoked some pot and talked a little, then she took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. She told me to wait a minute and make myself comfortable while she got us something to drink. I looked around and saw there was no place to sit but a bed, so I sat there. When she returned with a six-pack of beer, she sat beside me and handed me a cold can of beer.
"I can tell you are a good person, and the tragedies that you have been through have put you in a bad place. I want to help you get it together. Will you let me?"
"I'm not sure I'm worth the trouble. Are you sure you want the hassle of all my shit? Why should you care?"
"It is the purpose of life to love and help when you can."
We talked, smoked, and drank for a while. The pot and beer were starting to get me, and I felt a bit gloomy. Denise moved closer to me and gave me a slow and gentle kiss, then just looked deep into my eyes. I was surprised because of my mood that my body responded, and I felt a kind of warmth spread through me as if I was coming to life. I kissed her softly at first and then with growing thirst. I found myself kissing and nibbling her ears and fondling her breast. My attention was affecting her as her nipple was hardening, and her sighs and moans were having an effect on me as I felt my cock straining for release from my jeans. We laid back on the bed and continued to explore each other with more passion. I moved my hand under her shirt, and as I suspected, she was not wearing a bra. Her warm, soft breast and now rock-hard nipple felt terrific. I pulled her shirt off and worked my way, kissing down to that perfectly formed tit, and sucked and nibbled gently as she began to move in a sexy way. She began to try to undo my shirt, so I broke off my kisses and tossed my shirt aside. She began kissing her way down to my chest and gently at first, then more passionately bit my nipple.
I suddenly thought that she would see and be repelled by a few scars on my body and kind of moved to cover myself. She asked what the matter was, and I told her my body was not very nice looking anymore. She said, "show me." I showed her the scars on my chest, and she asked if that was all, and I told her I had more marks on my legs. She immediately sat up and began unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. Before I knew it, I was only wearing my underpants. She touched every scar and started kissing each one. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and told me that I was beautiful. I told her the wounds were ugly, and she said that they were just skin deep and would disappear as joy and love let my inner soul come out. Then she kind of giggled in a really sexy way and said, "Besides, you are really hot!"
With that, she stripped my shorts off and began fondling my now raging cock. She licked from my balls to the tip of my cock, which was now wholly erect, and said, "You're huge. I don't think I can get it all in my mouth." But she then tried and got about halfway down my 8 and a half inches before backing off and kissing and nibbling my thighs while pumping with her hand. I thought that I needed to be giving her some pleasure and started to move so I could when she told me that tonight was all about me, and I should just enjoy it. She came back to sucking my cock, and I found out why she was okay with the arrangement. As she continued sucking and plunging more of me into her warm mouth, she started moaning around my cock. She was obviously turned on by what she was doing. When she was finally able to get me into her throat (actually the first time I had been deep-throated), she began thrashing around. I suddenly realized she was on the verge of cumming!
She kept sucking and moving until she kind of went stiff and shuddered as if she was having a seizure. She pulled off my cock and began babbling. After her orgasm had subsided, she said, "Thank you, that was the best orgasm ever!" She moved up and began rubbing my cock-head on her labia while kind of biting her lower lip as if she was thinking. She began to lower herself onto my willing cock. She got the head just inside of her drenching wet honeypot and stopped for a minute as her pussy was kind of pulsing around my tip. She started lowering herself, taking more of me into her as she began crooning, saying, "Oh God, thank you, it's so good, you are a gift, you fill me up so much." She finally bottomed out as I came up against her cervix, and she just sat there for a moment while her pussy pulsed around me. Soon her hips started to move side to side, then up and down slowly. Suddenly, like she had just been released from captivity, she began riding me like a wild woman clutching and pawing at my chest, then rising back up just to pound away, then leaning forward to touch me with her hands. She began to jerk and twitch, and I grabbed her hips as she continued to "pussy dance" on my cock. Again she exploded into another orgasm, and I could feel her juices running down onto my thighs with every plunge she made. She began to shout.
"This can't be happening! You are a miracle; this is all mine, for now, I'm cuuummming!" With that, she collapsed on me and just laid still for a minute as she recovered. After a few minutes, she began moving again. "Cum inside me, coat me with your sperm. My pussy needs you. I need you." I moved my hand to reach her clitoris, and she quickly moved it away, saying it was too sensitive right now. I grabbed her hips so I could enjoy her sweet sinuous movements and the way her body just seemed to truly become attached to mine. I felt like I was completely engulfed in her, not just my penis but my entire being. As she moved and talked, I knew that I would be cumming soon and told her that I was going to fill her up with cum, and she began to fuck me furiously, saying, "Yes, yes, yes, fill me with your magic cum." I exploded, shooting stream after stream of jism into her willing pussy. She said she could feel my fire hose flooding her, and she erupted into another orgasm, this time shouting and crying and laughing.
