Johnson City, Tennessee
November 13
Erik,
Surely you didn't expect me to begin a letter to you with "DEAR" Erik, did you? I am typing this because it is easier to make carbons. One goes to your nearby slave, and the other one is for my diary. Remember my diary? It really helped you and Miles and Lois and Aunt Isobel with my initiation, didn't it?
Yes, I am here. I merely stopped off at home to go and see the old house, which now contains a young couple with four children, and my parents graves. And to cash the three cashier's checks in for a bunch of money orders. The M.O.'s I deposited to my account here.
I am writing to let you and your slave and your fellow monsters know that I am alive, extremely well, and shockingly happy. I have just taken a test, which I passed, and am entering college here without having to finish High School. I think I'll like college. I mean, I have a little money, and I love to read, and I'm certainly not stupid. I never was. Just naive.
Besides; there are lots of males on college campuses.
I will major in psychology. There are these four sick people I once knew in Denver, and I'd like to try to get some line on why they're like they are. Doesn't that thought just turn you on?!?
My main reason for writing, though, is to tell you about some of the things I've done. One of them will make you clench and grit your teeth, I'm sure.
It began on the plane. It was a continuation-flight, with lots of people already on board. I wasn't silly enough to pay the extra money for what they call First Class, up there in the front of the plane which is about a third full and helps explain why airlines are losing money. No, I was in back, in Tourist. There were/was one window seat left. I took it, since I wanted to see what the world looks like from a few miles up.
A man sat next to me. A young man… you know, I mean not old and nearly used up, like, you. We talked. He was with some kind of architectural planning company, and was going just where I was going, to meet with the City Council. He was quite nice, quite good looking, and he obviously, thought I was something fine, too. His name was Michael and he said most people called him Red, guess why, but he preferred Michael. I told him that although I'd been called "Tory", I much preferred Vicky.
I told him that I was going home, but only temporarily and would be moving on in a day or two. I told him the truth about Mother and Daddy, that they were dead and I wanted to see their graves.
After a while he said, "Why don't we pretend we're on a date, and let me buy you a drink?"
I laughed and nodded, but was a little disappointed to learn there wasn't any brandy. Just bourbon, Scotch, and blended. He ordered bourbon and 7-Up, so I did, too. I didn't even know what blended was.
The stewardess, brought us our drinks… I think a dollar and a half is pretty expensive… and we put down the little trays on the backof the seats in front of us. I let him pour the whiskey out of the little bottle, and I was careful to sip, it was all right. I prefer brandy. Smile, damn you!
"If we were on a date," I said, remembering what my dates used to be like (you know, you've read the diary), "We'd probably be holding hands, wouldn't we?"
"Probably," he said, and he slid his hand from under his tray to undermine and we held hands. His fingers were nice and warm on my thigh.
We finished the drinks. He asked if I wanted another. I said no, I'd rather wait till we got there and maybe have a brandy, and the stewardess looked at our trays still down when she took the glasses, but she didn't say anything. He asked if I were going to stay with relatives. I told him I didn't have any, although I used to have an aunt. I'd be staying at the Holiday. He said he was, too, squeezing my hand so that his fingers slid along my thigh a little.
"Fine," I said. "If the bar's still open you can buy me a brandy."
The bar wasn't open when we checked in at the Holiday… separately, separately!… but they were glad to send up a bottle of over-priced brandy. He frowned at the price, sort of biting his lip.
"I have plenty of money," I said. "I'll pay for the brandy… and keep what we don't drink, too! Unless you want to pay for the brandy with me sort of thrown in."
He turned his head to look at me. I was so new at being a woman that I had a hard time meeting his gaze. But I did. You'd have been proud of your pupil, Professor Sex. We had the it sent up to my room, and he paid, rather than signed, because he had to turn his receipts in to his company.
We kissed while we waited for it to come up, and he felt me. His hands felt very big and warm on my breasts. So far he'd said nothing about my lack of luggage. After the bottle came he put the chain on the door and we drank one brandy.
It was lovely, all warm in the belly.
He asked if I'd like another and I said yes, which I think didn't make him any too happy, naturally. He was ready for me! While he poured and put ice in the glasses I headed for the bathroom.
"Going to slip into something more comfortable?" he grinned. He had a wide-open redhead's boyish grin that I liked, really liked.
"Silly," I told him, "you know I don't have any luggage."
So I came out of the bathroom wearing just my panties, with my naked boobies jumping and jiggling all over the place, and he dropped a glass of brandy. Laughing, we both got down to clean it up and pick up the ice cubes. While we were down there like that he developed a sincere interest in the big dangling globes of my breasts, which I describe carefully so that you will remember them, with their pale-pink babes and the nipples that get so big so fast.
He got them big, fast. I at last got up nerve to put out my handd to find that he'd got big too, in his fly. He jerked when I felt it, looking very surprised. Then he stood up, sort of pulling me up by my breasts… not painful, because I am supple and rose right along with him. He started undressing.
He hardly had any hair on his chest at all. The red hair around his groin was almost as pale as mine. He held out his arms and I went, and we embraced, naked. I sort of pushed him back into a chair.
"I want to suck your cock," I said.
He went all stiff, then quivery, with his eyes big. His big throbbing erection jumped around in front of him. He was about half in shock, I think, with me leaning over him smiling. But my breasts were swinging down, and he started playing again. I stood there, bending over him with my eyes closed, while he pressed and, fondled them and traced his thumbs over the nipples. He seemed to weigh them in his palms. I moved a little, teasing his mouth with the dangling white pendants of my chest. He nuzzled them with his lips, trying to capture the tips as they brushed over his face. His delighted face.
Standing there, I reached down to fondle his big naked shaft and the soft furry globes beneath. They were tight feeling.
I bent, pulling my breasts regretfully out of his hands, and cupped my lips to his lower stomach. He gasped. I kissed him there, letting him feel a hard suction before sliding my mouth down into the cradle of his groin. He was nice. I wished I had same practice. But as soon as I thought that, it made me remember where I'd had the chance to practice, and I knew I'd rather practice on him.
I hope you're snarling as you read this.
I pressed my face into his flesh, all fuzzy down there, and breathed deeply. I liked it! Thank God, I thought, breathing in the sweaty odor of his sex and riffling his pelvic fur with each breath. I felt his big hard tool throbbing against my cheek. Squirming around and squeezing that hard rubber flesh in my hands, I opened wide and went at it. Plunging that big thing in and out of my face very rapidly, my mouth as wide as I could get it, I started to eat his prick.
"AAAH! Uinmmmm… mmm," he breathed, shivering all over.
I bathed the shaft all up and down its length, with the moist heat of my saliva until I made it all slick and shiny. He sat there and gasped and groaned. My jaws hurt. His organ throbbed wildly. It occurred to me that while it might be nice for me if he blew up right away and flooded my tonsils, that might not be what he wanted. And I wanted him to have what he wanted!
Sliding his hard dick out of my face, I worked my jaws a moment to ease the strain. He moaned, thinking he was abandoned, I guess. I kissed his swollen pole and its rounded head… I had never known how tender and soft that head is! It was lovely. I kissed it again and again and still again, just tipping it with my tongue. He sighed. I knew he was sitting there booking down at me, enjoying my soft devotion to phallic worship.
It's an ancient religion, isn't it? Good. I was brought up to be a religious girl!
My tongue tangled around him. I began to work, enjoying it, the taste and the feel and the challenge and the thought of it. I had to suppress a giggle, thinking about you and how much you must have wanted it, and how nice it was to be doing it to another man, who hadn't demanded. Mmmmmmmmm! Who hadn't made any demands at all. Mmmmm-mmm! I think I'll devote my life to satisfying men who make no demands, I thought, sucking. mmmmmm-mmmmmmmmmmmm!!
My tongue, my teeth, my lips all pressed close about him in an uninhibited adoration of his delicious morsel of maleness. I began to suck it as if for nourishment. I knew my face was ecstatic and content. I could feel it. I could feel him, all wet against my chin as saliva from my crowded mouth drooled down to moisten the whole of my lower face and his tight jewels in their little velvet sac. It dribbled from his scrotum onto my soft, jiggling breasts. (I was rubbing the nipples against the chair. He wasn't aware of that. It was very nice.)
Um-um-um-um-mmmm-ummm!
I sucked. My lips and contracting cheeks and throat pulled hard at him in a moist, nibbling, drawing suction. My wide-stretched lips clasped wetly around it, just like the lips of an eager vagina. It erupted quickly in the oral cocoon I provided for his pleasure. The taste was vaguely sweetish, thick and warm. I found it pleasant. I liked it. I was well prepared, psychologically, for this, for fellato. "Because I had lost both my front and rear maidenheads to you and Miles, but I had preserved my mouth… to GIVE to this appreciative man!"
I swallowed, gulping the seething fluid down my throat to warm my seething stomach. It kept jerking out hard jets of liquid tribute that splashed down into my throat and slid on down and down into me.
He enjoyed it very, very much. Very much, I assure you, Erik-the-monster!
I was mildly surprised a short time later when he began playing and squeezing and fondling and licking and sucking the panting globes of my chest and before I even knew he was ready again he was starting to slide his hot organ, newly erected, into my eager little vagina. But I stopped him.
"Not there," I told him, looking down as if I were embarrassed. "I'm still a virgin," I lied. "But… in here. The other place;"
He was amazed, astonished, astounded, and whatever words there are that mean he was really shook. But we soon had him nestled between the cheeks of my bottom, pumping and pumping and soon he sent another lake of liquid seed up to meet that he had poured down my throat.
We slept naked in my room, and awoke about nine in the morning.
I sucked him up and he buggered me again.
I loved it. Ummmmyaahaaaaaa!
"When will I see you again?" he wanted to know when he was getting ready to rush up to his room to prepare for his meeting with the City Council.
"Maybe on an airplane?" I smiled, and I went into the bathroom and closed the door. When I came out he was gone, as I had expected. I called down to complain about my air-conditioner, but the man they sent up was old and skinny and so I didn't invite him to have me.
That's all I really have to say to you, Erik-the-monster, unless you want to hear about the poor lonely fourteen-year-old boy I pulled into the bushes in the cemetery that afternoon and sucked off. I didn't find out his name.
Good-bye, and good luck with your slave. Wouldn't it be nice to have someone do it to you because SHE wanted to?
Lots of hate, XXX,
Vicky