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had a great morning? The lake was calm; sunrise must have been gorgeous. Sorry I missed it," my mother said as I came in the house. "but Darlene, don't you think you should wear a little more clothing. You'll catch the death of cold."

"Yes, momma. It was pretty warm on the lake this morning; I think I'll take a shower." Of course, I couldn't tell her why I was smiling.

That afternoon I met my girlfriends at the beach. "Darlene, you look radiant. What got into you?" ‘Yeah, who got into you?"

"Harlan's gone, who was it?"

"Hey, you're not moving you tongue around. What's up?"

"Nothing. Nobody. I'm still the virgin girl I was yesterday. I'm looking forward to a nice, relaxing summer. Hanging out with you guys." I didn't lie, did I? I couldn't tell them, either. Although, some of the girls shared everything with all of us.

I had to work at the donut shop the next morning, but after work and a quick shower, I took my kayak out on the lake. I'm somewhat embarrassed to tell you that I was starting to feel that itch in my mouth. I'm also to tell you that I was certain I knew the cure.

I wasn't cruising the lake; I made a bee line for Mr. Marin's. My mouth was itching.

"Darlene, good to see you. What brings you across the lake this morning?" He smiled. He knew why I was there. Mr. Marin was wearing just a swimsuit.

I blushed. He was going to make me tell him what I wanted. Not that he couldn't guess. "Mr. Marin, could we go inside and talk about it?"

"Darlene, I suspect that if I take you inside, you're not going to talk about anything, but your mouth is going to be busy," he laughed.

I blushed, but I wanted it. I wanted to suck Mr. Marin's cock again. I wanted it bad. I wanted to get rid of the itch in my mouth. I took him by the hand. "You're right, Mr. Marin. Let's not waste any time."

As soon as we were inside, I took off my top. "I think this is what made you so hard."

"Well, looking at them helped, but Darlene, it was what those lips, tongue and mouth did to me that was mostly responsible."

I smiled. That's what I wanted to hear. "Thank you, Mr. Marin. Now, are you going to take off your bathing suit or do I have to take it off for you?" I got on my knees right there in the kitchen.

Until the week before Labor Day, almost every day that summer I got on my knees for Mr. Marin. Until his cock was in my mouth, that itch was always there. There was no coercion. I wanted to suck his cock. I looked forward to it every day.

Whether I was wearing a bikini bottom or shorts, they were always soaked by the time I finished. Sucking his cock was such a turn on, my pussy leaked. And it made that itch in my mouth go away.

To be honest, I never thought about losing my virginity. It was no longer a concern. I was getting all the sexual satisfaction I wanted or needed.

There were a few days where Mr. Marin was not around. He told me he had to go out of town. My tongue started scratching that itch in my mouth again. My mother noticed; my girlfriends noticed.

I was miserable. "Darlene," my girlfriends asked, "are you having your period; are you having cramps?"

Yes, I was that miserable. My mouth itched.

When Mr. Marin came back, I went crazy on his cock.

If you're wondering, every time, just before Mr. Marin was about to cum, he'd give me a heads up. "Darlene, I'm so close."

Such a gentleman. Of course, it also spurred me on. I bobbed up and down faster and faster.

That reminds me, by mid-August I could feel my lips on the texture of his ball sack. I could take all of Mr. Marin's cock. His long fat cock. I think he appreciated my efforts. I thought maybe, just maybe that itch in my mouth was cured for good.

Don't get the wrong idea; I wasn't going to stop sucking his cock. I loved having it in my mouth; loved it throbbing against my lips; loved the feeling of his explosion; loved the taste of his cum.

The week before I was to leave for the state university, Mr. Marin suggested that I figure out a way to spend the night.

"You mean you're going to let me suck your cock all night?" My face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Is that what you want?"

"Mr. Marin, by now you should know how much I love sucking it. And when you're close, I'll slow down or stop until you calm down. Then I'll start all over again; like I said, all night. I can't wait."

It was easy enough to tell my parents that a bunch of us girls were spending a night together for one last fling before we went off to college.

It didn't work out the way I planned or expected but I wasn't disappointed. Not at all.

TO BE CONTINUED

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