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There was so much about Ms. Flynn. Books and magazines from all over the world, in every language, monographs, and references for about three hundred Ph.D. dissertations about her life and her ideas. The stack of material stood four feet high above the surface of the table. I was very talented at organizing, that's why I did so well in school without ever trying. Even so, I could see that organizing all of this into a high school term paper was going to be a challenge!
I was doing my best to concentrate. After a few minutes, I became aware of Amy's leg pressing against mine. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, her lips touching me, so softly I nearly missed it: " You are so fucking hot." Well, I hadn't been up until now.
Amy had a pile of original letters that Elizabeth Flynn had written to her lovers during her long life. And who might this mysterious Ruth person be? My grandmother was a contemporary of hers. Ida had hinted that their paths may have crossed more than once. Did I just come across my grandmother, yet again on this journey? October 10, 1917: My dearest Ruth.". Oh, my fucking goddess..was this going where I thought it was...?
" Amy, I think.. that Ruth might be my grandmother..." Now I was getting excited and not just because Amy had written me a little note:
"You look like a girl who would eat some pussy if pussy were offered. I'm done here at three. Meet me over by the steps at Zellerbach. I'd be happy to take your little ass over the moon..."
I wrote a note to her: "I'm on my period now..."
Amy read my note and kissed my cheek. She looked right into my eyes now, the first time she had done that. Her eyes were ginger snaps, surrounded by freckles and red hair. I was starting to melt.
"I eat pussy, baby, I don't give a fuck about your period if you don't."
In my life, no person or potential lover had ever spoken to me that way. If you've been with me through this whole fucking story, you know that I always get in the last word. except for today. Amy had to go back to work helping other library patrons. I did get in the last word.
"Okay, Amy, I'll see you around three on the Zellerbach steps."
Amy kissed my cheek and was gone,
"Wow did that just happen?"
I didn't have a clue where Zellerbach was, but I sure was going to find out. Then I went back to reading Elizabeth Gurley Flynn's old letters to see if my grandmother, Ruth Howard, was the Ruth she was writing these steamy letters to in 1917...I wondered if Ida knew that before she sent me up here with the name of a woman I had never heard before!
I had so many materials that I had to leave most of my stuff in a locker, made just for that situation. I knew I would have to come back tomorrow and maybe the day after that...and then I was going to have to sit down and type a fifty or sixty-page paper. I was surrounded by the books piled on the table. I had read a synopsis of her life, so now I thought I had a place to start. The words "Amy"' "Zellerbach" and "three" began to come together in my mind with more and more force. Finally, I gave up or gave in, put my books away and stepped out of the library building into a sunny afternoon, headed for Zellerbach. It didn't take me very long to find the place, it was the student union, one of the main meeting places on the campus. I saw Amy right away. I didn't remember her as being quite so radiantly beautiful. Her red hair was backlit by the afternoon sun. She came up to me, gave me a solid kiss on my mouth and asked me if I wanted a smoke. Before I could answer, she produced a pack of unfiltered Camels, the only kind I smoked. That was weird. How did she know that? We were smoking, talking and laughing with people all around us, and then, somehow, we were in her little room in this dorm kind of building further up Bancroft. One thing led to another. I had planned on not having sex today. But here I was in Amy's room, in her bed, naked, puffing and wheezing, getting laid (again!). Amy had said I didn't need to do her. Why, then, was my face so wet, my cheeks so shiny with her juices? In the last week, I had gone down on about ten different women. I wasn't tired of doing it, quite the opposite. I like the sweet taste some women have when they are about to pop. Don't get me wrong, I like the funky pussy taste, too, but I only get to taste the sweet taste if I keep my face in there for a while. Amy was a young woman who liked to be fingered (two and then three) while she was being the object of my affection. I pulled my tampon out and she went down on me like the woman who invented cunnilingus. One of those girls who did that so fucking nice, and got her tongue in my ass-hole and right up my vajayjay...Oooooohhh mama, just one hundred percent the way I loved. I barely knew Amy, but she was turning me into fucking butter. Amy did me in every opening in my body she could find. She kissed me with all of my juice in her mouth, all tongue and girl-cum. I hadn't expected anything today, not even my fingers, but here I was, on all fours, Amy on my puss and my backside. I told her about my period and my adventures over the last few days. She was so loving and gentle, while at the same time, getting to all my sweet spots as if she owned them. We had arrived at her place around three-thirty. I looked over at her bedside clock. It was past five. Amy was scissoring me. I loved seeing her red wet curls all mashed together with mine. Amy said I didn't have to do her, as if that was going to stop me. A little bit of my blood around her mouth didn't even slow me down. She turned me on. I wondered, as all this was going on, if I could get her to pee on me, too. All I had to do was to hint at pee, hint about it, and, without too much fuss, I became her urinal!
The afternoon and into the evening with Amy was getting weirder. We did some nasty stuff that I don't want to write down. If you have an imagination, you can figure it out, stuff I said I would never do, I was doing with Amy. Here's the thing. I loved it, couldn't get enough of it. After we were done with sex, Amy and I got in the shower and cleaned each other's bodies for a long time. Amy had a tiny bathroom with the biggest warmest towels ever. She spent a long time rubbing and cleaning every part of my body. I was in the place I had been with Ida and Dulce the other night when I had and enjoyed all the sex I could handle. Amy said.
'' Ï have some tea up? Would you like a cup?" "Amy. I've got to call my Aunt and tell her I'm going to be late.''
"Don't worry about it, Sylvia, she knows where you are."
" But how could she know...?"
"Sit down, baby, sit down. We did some dirty stuff today. Did you like it? Remember when you were eight or nine, and you got all that stuff from your little catholic friends' about "dirty", and you couldn't understand what they were talking about? Remember when you had... well, almost had sex with that high school boy when you were just thirteen? You didn't fuck him, oh no, not you, you ate his ass out and jacked him off, didn't you?"
Who the hell was this person?
"You ate this boy's ass, jacked him off with vaseline jelly till he came so hard..."
"Yeah, I remember."
"What did you do then?"
"Oh god..."
"Oh god is right. You went across the room, naked as the Easter bunny, and got on your hands and knees and licked it all up, every jizzy drop, didn't you? What happened next, Sylvia?"
"I walked back to him, as sexy as I could, pushed him back, and kissed his load back into his mouth..."
"Where the fuck did that come from, baby? Most girls are pretty quiet during their first real sex thing. I'll tell you...I was in the room, right behind you. Licking up his jizz, and the way you eyeballed him while you did it? I had a lot to do with that, Syl. You gave that boy, that shy boy, the strongest sex experience that he is ever going to have. He has been masturbating to the picture in his head of you with his cum all over your body ever since. I knew then that you were going to be a very powerful woman. What we did today, with you taking a d..p on me...if you get into the high-end whoring business, rich guys will pay you lots to do that...I thought we should practice a little, so when that is what your John wants, you can squat over him and p*o without even thinking about it. Whores do stuff like this all the time..."
"Yeah, well I've told myself that I might be slutty, but I would never..."
" Yeah, I know, I know, don't beat yourself up.." "Amy, I loved it, loved it, but now I feel kind of weird about...''
"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it...you are so fucking hot...when I'm with you, I feel as if I'm fucking a four-burner stove with the oven on high...it was a dirty delight...here's what you need to know. You and I getting together today was no accident, okay? I'm going to roll a couple for us while you roll that around in your brain. I know you, Ida, Your grandmother Ruth, and her mom Fannie Finkelstein, too. I was wondering when the fuck you were going to show up..."
I was doing my best to concentrate. After a few minutes, I became aware of Amy's leg pressing against mine. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, her lips touching me, so softly I nearly missed it: " You are so fucking hot." Well, I hadn't been up until now.
Amy had a pile of original letters that Elizabeth Flynn had written to her lovers during her long life. And who might this mysterious Ruth person be? My grandmother was a contemporary of hers. Ida had hinted that their paths may have crossed more than once. Did I just come across my grandmother, yet again on this journey? October 10, 1917: My dearest Ruth.". Oh, my fucking goddess..was this going where I thought it was...?
" Amy, I think.. that Ruth might be my grandmother..." Now I was getting excited and not just because Amy had written me a little note:
"You look like a girl who would eat some pussy if pussy were offered. I'm done here at three. Meet me over by the steps at Zellerbach. I'd be happy to take your little ass over the moon..."
I wrote a note to her: "I'm on my period now..."
Amy read my note and kissed my cheek. She looked right into my eyes now, the first time she had done that. Her eyes were ginger snaps, surrounded by freckles and red hair. I was starting to melt.
"I eat pussy, baby, I don't give a fuck about your period if you don't."
In my life, no person or potential lover had ever spoken to me that way. If you've been with me through this whole fucking story, you know that I always get in the last word. except for today. Amy had to go back to work helping other library patrons. I did get in the last word.
"Okay, Amy, I'll see you around three on the Zellerbach steps."
Amy kissed my cheek and was gone,
"Wow did that just happen?"
I didn't have a clue where Zellerbach was, but I sure was going to find out. Then I went back to reading Elizabeth Gurley Flynn's old letters to see if my grandmother, Ruth Howard, was the Ruth she was writing these steamy letters to in 1917...I wondered if Ida knew that before she sent me up here with the name of a woman I had never heard before!
I had so many materials that I had to leave most of my stuff in a locker, made just for that situation. I knew I would have to come back tomorrow and maybe the day after that...and then I was going to have to sit down and type a fifty or sixty-page paper. I was surrounded by the books piled on the table. I had read a synopsis of her life, so now I thought I had a place to start. The words "Amy"' "Zellerbach" and "three" began to come together in my mind with more and more force. Finally, I gave up or gave in, put my books away and stepped out of the library building into a sunny afternoon, headed for Zellerbach. It didn't take me very long to find the place, it was the student union, one of the main meeting places on the campus. I saw Amy right away. I didn't remember her as being quite so radiantly beautiful. Her red hair was backlit by the afternoon sun. She came up to me, gave me a solid kiss on my mouth and asked me if I wanted a smoke. Before I could answer, she produced a pack of unfiltered Camels, the only kind I smoked. That was weird. How did she know that? We were smoking, talking and laughing with people all around us, and then, somehow, we were in her little room in this dorm kind of building further up Bancroft. One thing led to another. I had planned on not having sex today. But here I was in Amy's room, in her bed, naked, puffing and wheezing, getting laid (again!). Amy had said I didn't need to do her. Why, then, was my face so wet, my cheeks so shiny with her juices? In the last week, I had gone down on about ten different women. I wasn't tired of doing it, quite the opposite. I like the sweet taste some women have when they are about to pop. Don't get me wrong, I like the funky pussy taste, too, but I only get to taste the sweet taste if I keep my face in there for a while. Amy was a young woman who liked to be fingered (two and then three) while she was being the object of my affection. I pulled my tampon out and she went down on me like the woman who invented cunnilingus. One of those girls who did that so fucking nice, and got her tongue in my ass-hole and right up my vajayjay...Oooooohhh mama, just one hundred percent the way I loved. I barely knew Amy, but she was turning me into fucking butter. Amy did me in every opening in my body she could find. She kissed me with all of my juice in her mouth, all tongue and girl-cum. I hadn't expected anything today, not even my fingers, but here I was, on all fours, Amy on my puss and my backside. I told her about my period and my adventures over the last few days. She was so loving and gentle, while at the same time, getting to all my sweet spots as if she owned them. We had arrived at her place around three-thirty. I looked over at her bedside clock. It was past five. Amy was scissoring me. I loved seeing her red wet curls all mashed together with mine. Amy said I didn't have to do her, as if that was going to stop me. A little bit of my blood around her mouth didn't even slow me down. She turned me on. I wondered, as all this was going on, if I could get her to pee on me, too. All I had to do was to hint at pee, hint about it, and, without too much fuss, I became her urinal!
The afternoon and into the evening with Amy was getting weirder. We did some nasty stuff that I don't want to write down. If you have an imagination, you can figure it out, stuff I said I would never do, I was doing with Amy. Here's the thing. I loved it, couldn't get enough of it. After we were done with sex, Amy and I got in the shower and cleaned each other's bodies for a long time. Amy had a tiny bathroom with the biggest warmest towels ever. She spent a long time rubbing and cleaning every part of my body. I was in the place I had been with Ida and Dulce the other night when I had and enjoyed all the sex I could handle. Amy said.
'' Ï have some tea up? Would you like a cup?" "Amy. I've got to call my Aunt and tell her I'm going to be late.''
"Don't worry about it, Sylvia, she knows where you are."
" But how could she know...?"
"Sit down, baby, sit down. We did some dirty stuff today. Did you like it? Remember when you were eight or nine, and you got all that stuff from your little catholic friends' about "dirty", and you couldn't understand what they were talking about? Remember when you had... well, almost had sex with that high school boy when you were just thirteen? You didn't fuck him, oh no, not you, you ate his ass out and jacked him off, didn't you?"
Who the hell was this person?
"You ate this boy's ass, jacked him off with vaseline jelly till he came so hard..."
"Yeah, I remember."
"What did you do then?"
"Oh god..."
"Oh god is right. You went across the room, naked as the Easter bunny, and got on your hands and knees and licked it all up, every jizzy drop, didn't you? What happened next, Sylvia?"
"I walked back to him, as sexy as I could, pushed him back, and kissed his load back into his mouth..."
"Where the fuck did that come from, baby? Most girls are pretty quiet during their first real sex thing. I'll tell you...I was in the room, right behind you. Licking up his jizz, and the way you eyeballed him while you did it? I had a lot to do with that, Syl. You gave that boy, that shy boy, the strongest sex experience that he is ever going to have. He has been masturbating to the picture in his head of you with his cum all over your body ever since. I knew then that you were going to be a very powerful woman. What we did today, with you taking a d..p on me...if you get into the high-end whoring business, rich guys will pay you lots to do that...I thought we should practice a little, so when that is what your John wants, you can squat over him and p*o without even thinking about it. Whores do stuff like this all the time..."
"Yeah, well I've told myself that I might be slutty, but I would never..."
" Yeah, I know, I know, don't beat yourself up.." "Amy, I loved it, loved it, but now I feel kind of weird about...''
"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it...you are so fucking hot...when I'm with you, I feel as if I'm fucking a four-burner stove with the oven on high...it was a dirty delight...here's what you need to know. You and I getting together today was no accident, okay? I'm going to roll a couple for us while you roll that around in your brain. I know you, Ida, Your grandmother Ruth, and her mom Fannie Finkelstein, too. I was wondering when the fuck you were going to show up..."
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