Chapter 1 -- How it began
I was a nineteen year old male and horny. Nothing new there. Years later I completely understand it. My life's experiences taught me just how normal I was. Until one day when I discovered how truly different I am.
Sally was beautiful. Every time I looked into her eyes I was lost in two perfect pools of joy. I would stare and smile until she became embarrassed and blushed. All I desired was to spend every moment with her. I remember the first time I reached 'second base' and she moaned. I looked at her angelic face seeing her eyes closed and mouth slightly open. Sally took a deep breath, forcing her tit further into my hand; I almost spurted into my pants. As I bent my head down and gently took that hard nipple into my mouth I had my first real experience with (before then) my unknown talent.
My world seemed to charge wash around me, bright lights and rushing water overwhelming every sense! My chest ached, my hips bucked. I heard her moan again, louder then before, then my senses went into overload. My desire to be with her was my only reason to live. My entire being revolved around her at that moment.
Then another flash and Sally broke our embrace, "Wha.. what was that? I never felt..."
I was too busy trying to catch my breath to answer.
One thought entered my mind, "Why does this always happen?!?"
We sat there, in the backseat, both trying to recover from sensory overload. Finally I was composed enough to open my eyes to find her staring at me. I saw her tears, "Sweetie, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. I..."
"Jerry, wait. That was incredible. I have never, I mean with a guy, felt that way."
"Sal," I loved calling her Sal, "Sal, I don't even know what happened!"
She demurely looked down, those long dark eyelashes made my heart melt, "Jerry, you just made my have a... well you know!"