The cheerleaders at high school were the source of my first orgasms. But I never touched them. Their nudity-with-pom-poms was all in my mind. My newly-found-to-be-sensitive and sensationally-pleasuring cock was all in my hands during those early years.
Indeed, my sex was never actually tactile, other than self-tactile, until my sophomore year in college. My first non-solo sex wasnt with any cheerleader, but it remains a memory so intense and erotic that five years later it still provides the inspiration in those times when self-tactile is the appropriate (read, "only-available") option for getting off.
So how did I get my first piece of ass? And what made it so fucking good?
The answer, in a word: "Nipples." In fact, if every woman had nipples like THE nipples, Osama bin Laden would have had 500 kids instead of 50. Not that thats a good thought, because 50 offspring spreading his genes around is 50 too many -- but what Im saying is that every Y-chromosomed human, even one with a congenital brain defect, would get the hard-on of hard-ons and the orgasm-of-orgasms by enjoying these nipples-of-nipples.
And now for the confession, my first fuck wasnt with a woman and her cunt. Aha, now they think I am a fag. If not a cunt-fucking cunt-licker right out of the box, he must be a cock-loving cock-sucker, who prefers not the front-and-center female box but the back-side cock container -- right?
Wrong.
Yes, those who jumped to the conclusion that my incredible first experience was a homosexual experience are wrong, wrong, wrong. No, I was not talking of rock-hard nipples as a metaphor for rock-hard gay cocks. So, dont jump ahead of the story, and dont jump my bones if you have a boner instead of a beaver!
Okay then. Back to THE nipples and THE woman who owns and maintains them. Her name is Judy, and the names of the nipples are ... well I dont know, but I do know that most women with great breasts and/or great nipples give them names. Usually something ... Læs hele novellen
