Chapter 28

“Oh, yesss...” she murmurs, never unlatching, “Feed me!”

Looking up at the ceiling, I yowl, “YeeeaaaAAHHhhh!” and let my sperm fly. Out it shoots with velocity and volume; her humming becomes quite pronounced as I give her multiple stringy streams.

It’s a good thing I’m holding her head, it’s helping me to keep my balance while cumming standing up. I’m going to have to master my vertigo for the sake of future clients who want to suck it while I stand.

Vicky pulls off once my ejaculation runs its course. Keeping my semen in her mouth, she gives it a thorough tasting before swallowing. “Ahhhh,” she announces, “That was refreshing! I haven’t had a young man in such a long time ... too long of a time.”

I flop on the mattress to recoup my breath as Vicky takes off her clothes and flops down next to me. Her boobs hang and sag a little, and she has a bit of a belly, but she’s not in bad shape. Her skin is smooth and soft, any man would be lucky to have her alongside him.

“How did I do with the dirty talk?” I ask. “That was a first for me.”

“I could tell,” she laughs. “We need to work on that, but overall, not terrible. Once you stopped pretending you were auditioning for a low-budget porno flick, it got better. Just keep workin’ at it, you’ll get it.”

“Women really like that sort of thing?”

“Sure, some do. I like it.”

“How long has it been since you’ve done anything like this?” I know escorts aren’t supposed to ask clients a lot of questions, but I sense Vicky wants to tell me things if I ask.

“Well, it’s been several decades since I’ve had a hot hard stud like you, but my last was probably ten years ago. His name was Reggie, a regular down at the local bar in Hudsonville. He and I got drunk a few times and we fooled around; it was nothing special.”

“Well, for the time that’s passed, you did great with me!”

“And I made you cum!” she beams. “Suckin’ you made me feel like I was a teenager again draggin’ a boy I fancy up to the hayloft.”

“Did you used to do that? Have sex in haylofts?”

“Sure! Everyone growin’ up around farms does. Or is that not a thing anymore?”

“Oh, it is. I lost my cherry in a hayloft.”

“Oh, did you now!” She looks at me with the broadest smile of interest since we met.

“Yup. And believe it or not, I lost it to that girl working at the front desk of this motel.”

“Why aren’t you with her? A pretty and young pussy your age must be much more attractive than an old woman like me.”

“You’re not that old and, despite what you may think, you’re not unattractive. That girl in the lobby may be pretty on the outside, but on the inside, there’s not much there. Trust me on that.”

“I typically don’t do well with flattery, but that’s mighty nice of you to say ... your momma raised you right. Jas has been bellyaching about takin’ me for a make-over for years now, but I don’t know ... I’m afraid of how much she’ll want to change me, and I won’t be ... me ... you know.”

“Do you like you?”

“Of course, I do ... well...” she sighs, “I guess some things could ... improve.”

“Why not give it a try?” I shrug, “I think Jasmine has your best interests at heart, she won’t steer you wrong.”

“I know ... but I can’t see myself all gussied up in expensive clothes, high heels, and make-up like she does. I’m a ratty jeans and t-shirt, go to work in the garden, kinda gal.”

“A makeover can be whatever you want. No one says you need to wear make-up and high heels in the garden.”

“Oh, Will,” she laughs, “you make too much sense. Tell me about the hayloft, you and that girl in the office doin’ the nasty.”

I recap my story about the party after the Homecoming dance at the Peterson’s barn, the makeshift bedroom all set up, and how my confidence was crushed after I made a fool of myself not knowing where Betty-Jo’s hole was, and, on top of that, me cumming too fast.

Vicky agrees with Daisy that Betty-Jo was being a cunt to me about it. “She should have known things like that can happen to guys on their first time, especially if she’s invited so many up to her little fuck haven in the hayloft.”

“One would think so, huh?”

Thanking me for sharing, Vicky tells me about her first time. “When I was sixteen, I was working part-time at a local farm to save money to buy a car. I had the biggest crush on the farmer’s son, Jacob was his name. He was my age and such a handsome boy. I was rather tomboyish and surely not the prettiest girl he knew, but he seemed to like me well enough. He would always stay to help me with my work even when he was done with his, he was nice like that.

“One day we finished our work, and it started downpourin’ really hard. We waited in the barn figuring it would pass in fifteen minutes or so. Smitten with him, I had a crazy idea come over me and told him I dropped my house key up in the hayloft. I asked if he could help me find it. He agreed. Once we were up there and looked around for a spell, I pulled it out of my pocket acting all ditsy like, oh silly me, haha, I had it all along. He laughed and called me a doofus. It was now or never so I pulled him to me by the collar and kissed him right on the mouth.

“He put his arms around me and the next thing I knew we were rolling around on a pile of hay letting our hands roam and explore inside each other’s pants. Our clothes came off one article at a time and we had the sweetest sex.

“I’ll never forget going home later that day and finding hay between my ass cheeks from the pile where Jacob made me a woman. Sounds silly, but I kept it in a shoebox with other keepsakes as my secret little souvenir of losin’ my cherry ... still have it somewhere. We did the nasty several more times in the hayloft that summer, although there was never anything nasty about it, not sure why people call it that. With Jacob is when I learned how much fun it is to suck, his cum was every bit as sweet as yours.”