Ent Flint 01

Hi. My name is Kent Flint. Well, not really, it's Kenneth Flint but when I was young they called me Kenney and later, when I went school they shortened it to Ken. You can imagine that in grammar school, Ken Flint became 'skinflint.' That's when I took Kent as my given name.

I am an old man now, but I have always been fascinated by sex; right from the time I was a little boy. I remember the first time I ever saw anyone really doing it. I caught a neighbor and what I thought was her boyfriend having a morning ‘delight.’

It was the day after my 18th birthday and I was home from school alone, having feigned a headache. It was mid-morning, I had just awakened and was sitting on my bed in our apartment, looking out the window, daydreaming. I could see into the apartment across the courtyard on the floor below. There was a man lying on the bed nude. He had a tremendous erection and was toying with his cock. A woman, also nude, came out of the bathroom. She went to the bed, moved his hand away, and began playing with him.

Needless to say, by this time, I was as hard as he was, and was doing the same thing to myself that she was doing to him. I watched, fascinated, as she played with his dick and he toyed with her tits, at one point taking one in his mouth while she held his head hard against her chest. She finally moved around bed and mounted him in the 69 position. I couldn’t see his face but I knew his tongue was in her slit. Her mouth plunged up and down on his swollen member quite a few times before she raised her head, and with her eyes closed ground her pussy down onto his face. I am sure she had a climax. When she finished she attacked his cock with renewed vigor. Again she pulled her face away at the crucial moment and, with her hand, jacked him off until there was a huge shot of semen from his penis, just missing her face. She smiled, lowered her head and licked him clean.

It was difficult to tell who was having the best time, them or me. I know the first time I climaxed there was what looked like a cup full of cum. When she turned around and lowered her pussy onto his still hard dick, I closed my eyes and continued to pump. I matched them, stroke for stroke, and eventually I was rewarded with another climax and another big wad of my manhood.

When I opened my eyes they were gone and the room was empty. I watched many times after that and was able to catch her a couple of times. I know that she knew I was watching because she often staged a ‘show’ for me. Once, I remember her leaning on the windowsill and looking up at me while some guy fucked her from behind. Another time, she was sitting up in her bed, propped up with pillows, legs spread and some guy was eating her pussy. She looked up, saw me and gave me a little wave. I rubbed my crotch and shot off in my pants, making a gooey mess.

I found out she let many different men fuck her, but I think her ‘specialty’ was blowjobs. That is what she did most often. Sometimes a man would come into her apartment and she would blow him without taking any clothes off, he would just stick his dick out of the fly of his trousers, and she would get on her knees in front of him and suck him off.

She lived in my imagination for a long time. She was the object of many of my fantasies and the cause of a lot of climaxes for me. Many a night I jacked off with visions of her sitting on my cock or sucking my cum out of me and then licking my dick clean. Once, I met her on the sidewalk outside of our apartment. She gave me a knowing smile and, with one hand, casually caressed her breast then stuck her tongue out and slowly licked her lips. I had an immediate erection and almost came in my pants when she stuck her finger in her mouth and licked it. She looked down at my bulging crotch, winked at me and laughed a little as she walked away.

Anyway, I am going to tell you tales of some my sexual exploits when I was quite a bit younger. You will see by the stories that sex has always been a very important part of my life and I don't regret a single moment of it. If I had to do it all over again, the only thing I would change is I would do it a lot more often.

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