Lust Part 1

Pure, unadulterated lust. That is my passion as organic and free flowing as you can make it. It all began before the months before puberty. I was ten and very curious about all things procreative. My parents lectured me on sexual intercourse and I was duly embarrassed. What was it all about really? I heard so much from the boys in the playground about who was doing what(blow jobs) to them. I wondered what a blow job was. There were no porn movies, magazines or anything giving full erotic descriptions of a blow job. How I wondered could you blow a penis. Since that time way past puberty and school, I have learned to give a good blow job. When I gave my first real innocent one, I was fascinated with everything that was going in my mouth as my boyfriend was giving me instructions. I could feel my pussy on fire and wet. My boyfriend got down on his knees and began sucking my breasts. Oh, how, I was loving this new feeling inside of me. Nothing mattered... The whole world became dream like. I wanted this to last forever. My boyfriend and I were making hot love.. His hair was as dark as the skies and his eyes were as bright as the stars... He was eighteen and I was eighteen ... My very first time, I was a virgin; I was his virgin... I remembered all the stories my girlfriends told me about their first time... I couldn't wait to tell,them about mine... I had always masturbated, but this was beautiful... I was in love.... This lustful feeling was mine forever,,.. My boyfriend was drafted and sent off to Viet Nam.. I was devastated.. Would I ever see him again? Many days and nights were spent thinking about that afternoon, the afternoon of lovemaking and lust... My loneliness grew and masturbation was just placating me, but I needed to touch another and be touched. I had not heard from my boyfriend in months and so I moved on... I wanted to give another blow job.. a really good blow job.. I had met other men, but I was not interested in any of them They did not have my boyfriends touch or smile. One night I was working late and I on my way home, I met a man, an older man, he was tall, dark and very handsome. When I looked at him, I could feel my temperature rise. We were both at the local deli getting our supper to go... I never invited men to my small studio apartment; I heard too many scary stories. There was a park just across the street and the sun was not setting for another two hours. I saw just the spot to have my supper.. There was a shaded tree and a bench... I could see all my neighbors walking their dogs and chatting with their friends. I felt safe... I sat down on the bench and ate my deli sandwich with a kind of hungry vigor. As I looked up, the handsome man in the deli was sitting opposite me, eating his supper. I looked to see of he had a ring on his finger, to see of he had been married. He was older and looked like he may have been in his early thirties. I was just twenty and finishing up my teacher's degree. I thought about giving him a blow job.. I thought about his touch, his kiss and what he would do to me... I was lusting and I enjoyed it... His every move was refined.. He was a professional of some sort. I didn't care which one, he looked very good to me.. The park was lovely and the garden just behind me was giving off the sweetest scents. I wanted to introduce myself, but felt awkward. 'Nice evening." was all I could muster... He looked up at me and his eyes shot heat up my spine and down my pussy; his eyes were a beautiful, crystal blue.. He stood at least 6'4", tall, with strong legs and broad shoulders, in his navy blue suit.. I had imagined a huge cock, very huge cock, that would fit nicely in my mouth and hand. I thought I saw a heart on and my hand was wanting to hold and touch every hard part of it...