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I was back at Ida's, with a fifty-page paper about the life and times of Ms. Fyynn, Amy said she wasn't going to do it for me, but she was/is an angel, with all kinds of powers she hardly uses on a daily basis, so she was happy to help me. Amy was hornier than I was. Later in my life, I net many different guardian angels, female and male. All of them wanted to have sex with me, I have to add here that fucking beings who are immortal is-really great. They live forever, so they don't have any reason to try to hurry you along during the fucking...for some reason, she liked my story about giving out handjobs when I was twelve and thirteen There were hundreds of cute boys and men around Sproul Plaza, and girls, too. When I come off my period, I.m often horny as a little girly goat. Amy used her powers to check out boys who might fit my ass and my pussy just right, Amy was in her human aspect as we walked through the crowds of protesting students and police. "Don't worry, Syl, I've got your back here...there is a cute boy over there on your left, do you see him?" ''Yeah, the boy with the glasses?" "No, dummy, the boy next to him, what do I have to do here, you've got eyes, too!" "Oh, the fat boy?" "Hell yes, the fat boy. He is really sweet, He's got just what you want in those baggy-ass jeans. I can help you out here. I know you're horny. When I'm in my human aspect, I get fuckin 'horny, too. Yeah, angels get that way sometimes..." I thought of the sex I'd had with her. I glided over and stood next to the boy. He was pretty chubby, but I'd been fucking 42-year-old Al in Los Angeles, and he wasn't chubby, he was FAT! I loved to do boys who didn't get it offered up to them on a plate every time they turned around, and he looked as if he might fit the bill. I've been training as a professional coloratura soprano for most of my life, so I can do things with my throat, my mouth and best of all, with my breathing, that most women cannot. When I get excited, which takes a while, I am a fantastically skilled sucker of cocks, and only getting better. I wish the boys whose dicks I suck would get better at their part of it. Amy, my guardian angel, had picked him out of the crowd, so, maybe, he was that boy!
Amy what are you talking about my back for? I'm fine. My back is okay.''
"Oh shit, Syl, I forgot, what the fuck year is it supposed to be here, anyway??"1
""1965, Amy,, nineteen sixty-fuckin'five"".. Okay, I forgot, that's not something everybody says yet, is it? Sometimes I mess it up. Is this the time when people say "far out" all the time?" "I've heard one person say that, Amy about sex." "Well give it a few years, hon, and those people who don't say that will be saying "Have a nice day" all the time. It's gonna drive you bananas. I'm not supposed to tell you about the future, Syl, but there is some bad bad shit about to happen in the next few years that is going to touch almost everybody including one of your boyfriends-to-be, so pay attention, and try to not let it blow you away. You've got a job to do here, just like your grandmother, and Elizabeth Gurly Flynn. And speaking of sex, it's time for you to meet that boy, the cute chubby one. We talked about sex things you like that boys and men never get? I swear, he is not n angel, in the way I am, But he lives in his imagination so much. Mostly he thinks about ways to please his lover if he finds a woman who doesn't reject him in favor of some skinny boy who is interested in himself. You remember how you like to kiss and kiss and kiss and then rub a boy's boner through his pants...until you ask him if you can unzip and unbuckle him and get his fat dick, with the natural bend, into the sunshine? Say hello to him, baby, he isn't gonna bite!"
I had been performing since I was a tot. I learned the technique of opening a conversation with a stranger, with the unspoken goal of turning our innocent conversation into a nasty, nasty fuck, or BJ in an hour or so. I have learned to slow down so I don't scare the boy to death. It wasn't too long before Donnie and I were seated in the bustling, noisy student union, with my interest in fucking growing with each minute we sat there, We talked about past and future lives, and the problems we were having with this one. From where we were seated at the table, I could easily drop my hand onto his upper thigh. There is a nerve there, and I like to move my finger along it very gently, from his knee up to his thigh it, just to jump-start his boner. I was thinking about getting on my knees, under the table, unzipping him. pulling his cock out, and sucking his dick right there, where everybody can see it. While I was having these thoughts, which were only thoughts, he got the energy moving faster when he touched my cheek so softly...I felt like a mama mountain lion, about to be fed, after a long dry winter. Amy had changed form. She was in the body of a fat girl with glasses and a sweet smile. This girl, leaned across the table, showing both of us a lot of boobs. I know this isn't always sexual, but at this moment, I was sure that it was. This girl was wearing bib overalls, with no shirt about five years ahead of her time, even for Berkeley, California. Her breasts and her nipples were almost exposed. I guess I'll be a bi woman forever. I was touching him through his pants and he was beginning to wiggle., She said "Go ahead, Sylvia. Keep rubbing his dick that way'''' "Don, I'm a horny girl, can you tell it?" "Yeah, I like the way you...." I àm rubbing your cock? Do you like this, too?". The fat girl, whose name was Carole, began to rub the back of his neck. I looked in his eyes. Donnie, Does your girlfriend push her knee up behind that place behind hour nuts when she gives you a handjob I wouldn't mind sucking this dick, but I like to go someplace where we can fool around, watch each other beat off if that's okay with you, do some other stuff before we fuck. Carole was now rubbing him through his jeans, too.
Amy what are you talking about my back for? I'm fine. My back is okay.''
"Oh shit, Syl, I forgot, what the fuck year is it supposed to be here, anyway??"1
""1965, Amy,, nineteen sixty-fuckin'five"".. Okay, I forgot, that's not something everybody says yet, is it? Sometimes I mess it up. Is this the time when people say "far out" all the time?" "I've heard one person say that, Amy about sex." "Well give it a few years, hon, and those people who don't say that will be saying "Have a nice day" all the time. It's gonna drive you bananas. I'm not supposed to tell you about the future, Syl, but there is some bad bad shit about to happen in the next few years that is going to touch almost everybody including one of your boyfriends-to-be, so pay attention, and try to not let it blow you away. You've got a job to do here, just like your grandmother, and Elizabeth Gurly Flynn. And speaking of sex, it's time for you to meet that boy, the cute chubby one. We talked about sex things you like that boys and men never get? I swear, he is not n angel, in the way I am, But he lives in his imagination so much. Mostly he thinks about ways to please his lover if he finds a woman who doesn't reject him in favor of some skinny boy who is interested in himself. You remember how you like to kiss and kiss and kiss and then rub a boy's boner through his pants...until you ask him if you can unzip and unbuckle him and get his fat dick, with the natural bend, into the sunshine? Say hello to him, baby, he isn't gonna bite!"
I had been performing since I was a tot. I learned the technique of opening a conversation with a stranger, with the unspoken goal of turning our innocent conversation into a nasty, nasty fuck, or BJ in an hour or so. I have learned to slow down so I don't scare the boy to death. It wasn't too long before Donnie and I were seated in the bustling, noisy student union, with my interest in fucking growing with each minute we sat there, We talked about past and future lives, and the problems we were having with this one. From where we were seated at the table, I could easily drop my hand onto his upper thigh. There is a nerve there, and I like to move my finger along it very gently, from his knee up to his thigh it, just to jump-start his boner. I was thinking about getting on my knees, under the table, unzipping him. pulling his cock out, and sucking his dick right there, where everybody can see it. While I was having these thoughts, which were only thoughts, he got the energy moving faster when he touched my cheek so softly...I felt like a mama mountain lion, about to be fed, after a long dry winter. Amy had changed form. She was in the body of a fat girl with glasses and a sweet smile. This girl, leaned across the table, showing both of us a lot of boobs. I know this isn't always sexual, but at this moment, I was sure that it was. This girl was wearing bib overalls, with no shirt about five years ahead of her time, even for Berkeley, California. Her breasts and her nipples were almost exposed. I guess I'll be a bi woman forever. I was touching him through his pants and he was beginning to wiggle., She said "Go ahead, Sylvia. Keep rubbing his dick that way'''' "Don, I'm a horny girl, can you tell it?" "Yeah, I like the way you...." I àm rubbing your cock? Do you like this, too?". The fat girl, whose name was Carole, began to rub the back of his neck. I looked in his eyes. Donnie, Does your girlfriend push her knee up behind that place behind hour nuts when she gives you a handjob I wouldn't mind sucking this dick, but I like to go someplace where we can fool around, watch each other beat off if that's okay with you, do some other stuff before we fuck. Carole was now rubbing him through his jeans, too.
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