This series is an adult based writing. It is intended for adults 18+. It contains graphic sexual scenes and lots of dirty words. If you need to go to the dictionary to know what any of the words mean, then you are too young to read this.
Chapter 3: Vicki's Story
As I sit here writing this I am waiting for two men I hardly know to take me shopping for a fake dick. I am excited at the thought. I have already played with myself twice and feel like I need to again. I am excited but I am also scared beyond belief. I don't know what road I am traveling or where it will end.
I don't know who I am any more. For the past 12 years I have been a faithful, church going, shy wife, now I'm a sex crazed slut who is whoring with two of my husband's co-workers, and loving it. I don't know how I got to this place in my life. I do know how it started. I got married when I was 20 and was a virgin until my wedding day, (but not a virgin when I got married, that's another story.) Well, technically a virgin. Although I was a virgin I did have a working knowledge of the male sex organ.
Penis, they said in school and that's what I thought of it as. Until I also learned it was called a cock, prick, dick, pecker, fuck stick, and my favorite - pleasure pole. Because I experienced a whole lot of pleasure from that slab of man meat they take for granted and some women desperately crave. I have become one of those women.
I was 18 and babysitting Jimmy Hall. No, Jimmy isn't the one responsible but he is the starting point. Or to be more precise - his father is where it begins. It was due to him and his appitites that I became a teenage cock hound.
But to be fair, I have always been fascinated with what a man has between his legs. I guess it's more above than between. Women have it between, men have it above. Whatever. Where ever. I have been curious about it. Soft, then hard, then soft again. Peeing in the snow. A shaft with a bulbous head. Like a spear ready to stab a woman between her legs. God, I love em.
That's where Jimmy's father comes in, and cum in he did. In my hand, in my mouth, in my hair, on my boobies, and on my face, everywhere but my special place. I was saving that for marriage. I wanted to have something special for my husband. If I had known how little attention my husband would give it, I would have fucked my brains out back then.
I was raised very sheltered in a religious house and s-e-x was never discussed. As an only child I had no frame of referrence for men. The girls at school were no help. Sex was either great or horrible, depending on who you spoke to. I saw some pictures but that's not the same as a live model. My parents did not let me date, because boys only wanted one thing. I knew what that was but didn't know why. Or how.
My parents wanted me to learn the value of money so they insisted I do babysitting. The first couple jobs were for families that had little girls. No penises there, or is it peni? Anyway, a few months after I turned 18, I got a job with the Halls. They had an 14 year old boy. Now I'm not perverse enough to go messing with an 14 year old, but he did have a penis. No, I did not do anything sexual with him, not when he was 14 anyway, but I was curious as to the mechanics of how his thing worked. Peeing standing up, how do you aim it?
Every chance I got I peeked at him. There were a couple times when I saw a bump in his pjs and knew that was called an erection but I still didn't know what it looked like. One night he got out of bed to pee and left the door open a bit. I was peeking thru the crack but he was turned and I couldn't see anything except a stream coming from that area.
"What are you doing Vicki?" A voice asked from behind me.
It was spoken in a whisper so I wasn't scared enough to scream or bump the door. Thank god for that. Can you imagine how embarrassing for it to get around school that I was a peeping Betty on a little kid peeing. However, I was still scared because I got caught. I figured the voice belonged to Mr. Hall and I was right. He and his wife had gotten home early. "Mr. Hall, please, it's not what you think." I sputtered.
Jimmy had finished and opened the door. When he saw the two of us standing there he asked. "What's going on? Where's mom?"
"She's waiting in the car to take Vicki home, son. Everything's fine. Go back to bed." His father said. As he went to his room his dad said. "I'm proud of you for getting up and not wetting the bed." He was a good dad. Jimmy closed his bedroom door and Mr. Hall turned his attention back to me. "Okay young lady, what have you got to say?" He looked upset. "Why were you watching my son in the bathroom?"
"I didn't see anything, I swear. He was turned and ... and ..." I started to cry. "Please (sob) don't (sob) tell (sob) my (sob) parents. Please." The car honked. "That's Mrs. Hall." He said. "She's waiting to take you home. We will talk about this later. I need to think of what to do, depending on your reason. Don't mention this to my wife and I won't tell your parents. Yet." He smiled. I didn't realize at the time it was a 'We've got a secret, you and I' smile. A smile that so many older men have given young girls and older woman to young boys, I guess. A smile that says we will work this out later, in private. And there's no reason for my wife to know.
I dried my eyes on my sleeve and ran to the car. As I ran down the stairs my boobies bounced against my sweater, my boobies felt funny, funny tingly not funny ha ha. My nipples were stiff and ached a little bit but I didn't know why. Maybe it was that smile. I have always had big nipples, even before I had boobs. They were a constant source of embarrassment and at times got me in trouble with my parents. When I started to develop, around 10, I had to stuff my bra with tissue. Not to make my breast look bigger but to keep my nipples from poking out. If I didn't my dad would point to my chest and suggest maybe I needed a thicker bra or an extra shirt.
The only time I could go braless was when I slept. By the time I was 13, I had to wear my bra to bed. The friction of my pajama top caused me to get tingly and I had these weird erotic dreams. Not sex dreams, but dreams of being rubbed and caressed. More than a few mornings I woke up with my panties wet, and my extra pillow between my legs.
As for my chest, aww my chest, they started growing at 10 and kept on until I was 18. I wish my body had. I'm only 5'2" now and 5' as a teenager. The rest of my body was, and is, in proportion, other than my oversized chest. Slender waist and slim hips. My dark hair contrasted my white skin. And I'm told I have big, doll like eyes and a full pouty mouth. But, like I said my knockers were the attention getters.
At 14, they were round like grapefruit. The boys at school would stare at me and some even tried to grab them. A couple did and then ran away laughing. By 18, they were a bit larger than cantaloupes and just as round. I would look at them in the mirror and think they looked like two bald heads with strawberries on top. My nipples were at least a half inch and longer if they got stiff, with dollar sized areolas. When excited they went from pink to a dark red.
