CHAPTER 4

I collapsed, exhausted. I vaguely heard Linda Sue moaning with her own climax, but it didn't seem important somehow. Jimmy was wiping my face with a bandana, apologetic, but I didn't mind. I had found the holy grail, and nothing would ever be the same again.

Jimmy came to Linda Sue's cabin every night until camp ended, and so did I. They kissed, Linda Sue rubbed herself, and I rubbed my love button and sucked Jimmy's cock until he came in my mouth, then I was allowed to climax. After a while, Jimmy seemed more interested in cumming in my mouth than in kissing Linda Sue. She started letting him touch her bare tits, and that helped, a little, but things began to cool between Linda Sue and me. I didn't care much. She needed me if she wanted to keep Jimmy on a string without having to put anything "gross" in her own mouth. And I discovered that it really helped me to have a cock in my mouth, quivering, on the point of exploding, so I could finger myself over the edge.

So that was my first orgasm, and my second, and I guess my seventh or eighth. That's how I learned to make myself cum, and more or less how I've done it ever since. Over time I learned that someone else's tongue can bring me off, or their very, very, skilled fingers, but by and large I'm a self-reliant girl when it comes to clitoral stimuli. Oh, and I can—and have—cum with a finger or more inside me, or with a cock inside of me, and even once with a cock up my ass (but that's another long story).

But to this day it can be hard for me to achieve climax without a cock in my mouth, preferably trembling and leaking pre-cum. With a cock in my mouth, it's a different story. I can cum so easily, then. In fact, one of my favorite things now is to line up a few guys with big dicks and have them fuck my mouth one by one while I finger myself. That pretty much guarantees I'll have an orgasm or three, before it's over. And it's surprisingly easy to set up. (Like I said, guys aren't all that complicated where getting off is concerned, at least in my experience.) So I spend a lot of time with semen in my mouth and cum on my face, these days. And I really like it. What can I say? I'm just a cock-sucking, sperm-loving, cum-slut kind of a gal. And proud of it.

So that's my story. Maybe I would have become a semen-sucking cum slut anyway. Maybe it's inborn, not conditioned. But as far as I'm concerned, I have Linda Sue to thank for the fact that I generally have a cock shoved down my throat and cum on my face when I climax.

So, thanks, Linda Sue, wherever you are. You put me on a weird road, but it's my road. And so far I love it.

I came back home from summer camp with my tail on fire. I had discovered The Orgasm and that was the most important thing I could possibly imagine right then. A girl has to have her priorities, after all.

My path of discovery had admittedly been a little twisted by Linda Sue, my first love, who had taught me to touch myself under her strict supervision, while sucking on a dildo, and who had finally let me cum only when her boyfriend's cock was erupting in my virgin mouth. The last few nights at summer camp I had explosive orgasms every night, with Linda Sue's boyfriend's dick cumming in my mouth every time.

I was a little mixed up about all that. Okay, more than a little.

I had licked Linda Sue, and loved her, in a puppy-dog fashion, so was I a lesbian? I definitely didn't have emotional attachments to any guys… but I did have a thing for dicks. I really, really liked them. Especially when they came in my mouth during my explosive orgasms. I even kind of maybe had a taste for guy cum. So basically I had no idea what was going on, even in my own head.

At night I was up late rubbing my love button with no real success. I was getting hot and bothered, but ultimately frustrated and a little sore. I kept rubbing the magic 8-ball, and it kept saying "Answer hazy, ask again." Nothing to suck, no orgasm. So not fair.

I was totally no-way going to try to get myself a boyfriend to suck on; I'd never had a boyfriend before, and the only guys I knew were dorks—you know, typical teenage guys; into video games and gross Internet porn with giant titty women being fucked up the butt. No thanks, but No, thanks just the same. Anyway, I didn't want a boyfriend—I was too mixed up. All I wanted was a cock to suck on while I masturbated.

So I opted for Plan B: get a dildo. True, I'd never had a for-real orgasm with just a dildo in my mouth, thanks to Linda Sue, but I had come awfully close a few times—also thanks to Linda Sue. It seemed worth a try. So. Off to my girl-friendly neighborhood dildo emporium, right?

As if.

There was this run-down adult book store I'd been past, in a pretty seedy part of town, that advertise sex toys in their window (and $0.25 movies, whatever those were). It was a long walk from where I lived, but do-able. So I did it. It was a real old-school type place, the kind that there used to be a lot of, I guess, before they invented the Internet and fire and stuff. I figured I'd slip in, buy a little dildo, put it in my backpack, come home, go up to my room, put it in my mouth, and have a little suck-rub-cum party. Easy peasy, like the old folks say.

Not. I was so unprepared. It was like an avalanche of porn in there, stacked to the ceiling and totally in your face. I did see some pictures of women smiling with cum on their faces and dribbling out of their mouths, which was comforting, in a weird sort of way, but there was so much other REALLY weird shit. I was kind of freaked out.

I looked around for a little pink dildo. There were way too many really strange dildos that all grabbed at my attention. There were monster purple ones with spiky things sticking out, super monster black ones that wouldn't fit in my daypack, long bendy ones like two-headed snakes from some ancient dick-based mythology…

The guy behind the counter noticed me. "Backpack," he said.

"Oh, right. Sorry, man." I handed over my daypack. He squinted at me.

"You eighteen, girlie?"

I pulled out my Kefauver High student ID (Go, Wildcats.. yeah, whatever…), showing my 18th birthday six weeks ago. He spent half a minute doing the arithmetic, then nodded. "Okay."

He looked at me oddly. Just then I noticed that I was like the only girl in the place. A bunch of older guys were trying to check me out without staring. Others were just plain staring. I was getting a little uncomfortable. But I came here to get something, damn it.

I cleared my throat. "Can I look at your dildos?"

The guy gestured around. There must have been fifty, stacked high and low, mostly huge and weird, with strange alien attachments. "Any particular kind?" he asked, not unkindly.

I took a deep breath and just spilled. After all, the guy was a professional, right? Like a bartender, sort of. "Yeah, well I want something to suck on while I masturbate," I blurted out. "I'm not sure it will even work. I'm used to having a cock cum in my mouth to help me get off, so… what would be the most like that? I don't have a lot of money," I finished.

It had been quiet in a sort of furtive way there the whole time, but suddenly it was like everyone was holding their breath. You could hear a pin drop, except for the recorded moaning and groaning coming from the video area in the back.

"What?" I said.