Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: After nine days I let the horse run free
NOTE: While the below is fiction, much of the historical information is entire accurate. It's how I roll. Enjoy.
The heat waves shimmered in the distance, inexorably rising off the sand in an unmerciful display of mother nature's authority. My girlfriend Jenny was nowhere to be found. Off to the left, the frantic, frenetic, and frenzied pounding of Santana's Michael Shrieve's "Soul Sacrifice" drum solo could be heard, the manic crowd whistling and screaming, signaling the start of another love-filled day.
It was the summer of '69. It was the summer of Woodstock, and the greatest three days of my life before I became the world's most famous porn star.
Chapter 1: Fortest fortuna adiuvat - Fortune favors the brave
I almost didn't get to go to the festival. I was working in New York City on Mayor John Lindsey's re-election campaign. It was a real bitch as Lindsey had made some major screw-ups recently, and in fact had cost him to lose the mayoral primary. So I was told that I might have to work the weekend. That was gonna' be dicey because my new girlfriend, Jenny Curran, and I had planned to spend the weekend together there. Jenny and I met at an anti-war rally in Washington, DC. We were gonna' spend time together there, because her current boyfriend, West, no, wait, Wesley, was an abusive asshole that smacked her around, and she wanted to get away from him. Then as we were in the National Mall area, she heard a voice from her past, some guy named Forrest, speaking out against the war in Vietnam, and ran off to him. A month or so later she showed up at my apartment in Manhatten with a black eye. So we've been together for the past couple of months now, her waitressing, and me working the campaign.
On Wednesday, a few days before the weekend at Woodstock was to take place, I was working late, trying to get this one major potential donor to sign on. He was a fat cat, made his money in the automotive industry, and was far more liberal in his views than most people knew.
"Mr. Jacobs," exasperation setting in after almost 12 hours on the phone, "it comes down to this. You can invest your money with Mayor Lindsey and back a man who has balls, or you can back that Guninea wop bastard Procaccino who will roll over and present his tight ass to the Feds, kowtowing to their every wish and really fucking up our great city. So, take your choice, you can be the fucker or the fuckee!"
As I turned while talking, I could see my manager Evelyn, who had come out of her office, staring in abject horror at me. I had forgotten that she was still there.
"You will? That's excellent, you won't regret this decision!"
I hung up the phone and sunk down in my chair, exhaling loudly. Evelyn walked over.
I looked up at her. She was old, easily in her early 30s, and had a frumpy look about her, from her dress to her demeanor. But she was a solid office manager, and her record keeping was legendary.
"He pledged $50,000. Said he'd have a check brought over in the morning." I smiled.
"$50,000? That's amazing! I was coming over here to fire your ass after that tirade, John."
"I sized him up as the kinda' guy who who needed to get fired up to get off the dime." I thought that this might be a good time to ask for a favor.
"Evelyn, about this weekend..."
"I can't see how I can let you go, John. We're gonna' be one person short if I do."
"Isn't there anything I can do? I'll work the next four weekends in a row. I'll do anything. This is really important to me, and I just did nail down a big cat."
I thought maybe my boyish charm might do it. Or maybe that I had just added to the Mayor's war chest. Or maybe just karma would play a role in it.
But it came down to something far more basic.
"I've heard the rumors." She was staring at me again, her eyes flickering to my crotch and then back to my eyes.
I didn't say a word.
She got down on her knees in front of me, all the while looking at my eyes for any sign of disapproval. As she undid my belt I spoke to her.
"I have a girlfriend now."
"I'm not looking to steal you from her, John. I just want to borrow this," struggling to pull out my now growing cock. She finally revealed it.
"OH! Oh my god, the rumors are true!" She began stroking me with two hands, as like other girls, she could not get a single hand around it.
I watched her pop the head of it into her mouth. Her eyes had taken on a glazed look that I had seen plenty of times before. My cock was abnormally large and it would just drive the girls wild when they'd see it, although some would also panic: "You are NOT putting that inside of ME!" Almost always they'd relent.
Evelyn took her mouth off of it and looked up at me, her hands still working their magic on my shaft.
"I'm not going to put this monster inside of me, Johnny, because when I go home tonight, my small-dicked husband will wonder what happened to me down there. But I do want to swallow you, so give me your wad, Johnny, give me your wad." And with that, she went back to sucking my cock.
Overall, I would have rated her a 7 for her blowjob skills, but her enthusiasm pushed that number up to an 8. I knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted to suck and stroke my large cock for a few minutes, and then, before she got too tired, she wanted to feel me cum in her mouth.
So I closed my eyes and concentrated on the good feelings that her mouth provided. I thought of Jenny, and the first time she saw me naked and practically fucked herself to death on top of me.
It didn't take too long. I knew that her lips would feel stretched so I let it happen sooner vs. later.
"Squeeze my balls gently and Johnny will shoot you a nice wad," I told her and heard her moan, the vibrations getting the cum churning in my balls.
With her hands squeezing my balls and her mouth pistoning on the upper third of my cock, I let loose with a large load of hot cum, one that I had been expecting to release later into Jenny.
After swallowing, she looked up and wiped her lips with the back of her mouth, eyes still semi-glazed over with lust.
Getting up off of the floor, she looked down at me, looked at my semi-flaccid cock, and said words that you rarely hear.
"Go home, Johnny, and take that beautiful cock with you. And...enjoy your weekend off."
Chapter 2: The Age of Aquarius
Like so many others, Jenny and I left early Friday morning, heading for upstate New York in my Volkswagon Beetle convertible. She brought her guitar and played and sang on the way up, making the day pass faster. Traffic sucked as we got closer, but we luckily found parking and then walked a couple of miles. We'd brought food with us and a couple of blankets, but nothing prepared us for the huge crowd.
The rally where we'd met in Washington was large, but this crowd dwarfed that one. People from all walks of life, and most everyone was smoking grass. Jenny and I had brought along our own stash, of course, but we could have saved it and mooched off others the whole weekend.
We met one couple there pretty much right away, well, a guy and his girlfriend and her younger friend. They were from California and had hitchhiked. Sally and Rob had been together for a couple of years, him an easy going guy with an already receeding hairline, and her a stunning blonde with really nice breasts. Their friend, Dorothea, was also a blonde and seemed quite shy.
The highlight of the first night was listening to a short set by Arlo Guthrie followed by an hour long performance by Joan Baez, Jenny's personal hero. I held her and we swayed back and forth to We Shall Overcome.
Sex that night was interesting. There were so many people there, so many nude people, that sex was definitely in the air. Rob and Sally were going at it inside their double sleeping bags, with me overhearing Sally saying "fuck me harder you meathead".
We had one blanket beneath us, and one over the top of us. Jenny and I were sandwiched in-between. She was on top, slowly riding me, leaning forward so that her hard nipples grazed against my chest. While doing this, she noticed that Dorothea was laying down and watching us, and told me. With a slight motion of my head, I invited her to join us.
She stood up and pulled her sun dress over her head, revealing her nakedness beneath. She had a slender body, small breasts, and a small patch of light brown hair between her legs. She quickly got under the blanket, and Jenny unmounted me, moving over to the other side of Dorothea, putting her between us. Jenny confided in me that she liked girls better than guys, mainly because of her father, who abused her when she was a young girl. Her first girl-girl experience occurred at the all-girls college that she attended.
As Jenny and Dorothea kissed, I kissed the younger girl's nipples, feeling her squirm against me. My cock was very hard and it wanted some attention, so I figured I better get busy getting this girl wet. Reaching between her legs, I was surprised to find Jenny's hand there already, gently rubbing her clit area. I moved my hand away and bided my time.
Then Dorothea whispered something to Jenny, who looked at her and asked softly, "Are you sure?" to which Dorothea nodded.
The two of them kissed and then Jenny slid over on to of Dorothea, presenting the girl with her beautiful breasts. Dorothea sucked one nipple into her mouth and touched the other with her fingers. Jenny pulled me closed for a kiss, and then whispered in my ear, "She's a virgin and she wants you to be her first. But Johnny...you have to be gentle and not hurt her too badly."
I nodded my understanding, my cock now aching at the prospect of sinking into virgin pussy.
Jenny went down on Dorothea and licked her to orgasm, Dorothea putting her hand over her mouth to somewhat muffle her outcries. Jenny then moved to the side and nodded to me. Taking the cue, I moved between Dorothea legs, kneeling, and brought her legs up so that her ankles were on top of my shoulders.
She was blushing at being in such a wide open position, seeing my looking down at her soon-to-be-plundered virgin pussy.
"Please, this is my first time," she began, "go easy on..." and then she saw what I had between my legs.
"Oh my fucking god! You can't put that inside me!" This was said not in quiet muffled tones but in the unmistakable sounds of a woman who is in panic mode.
"Shhhhhhh..." said Jenny, once again moving to the now frightened young girl and kissing her on the lips.
"It's okay, Dorothea, Johnny isn't going to hurt you, he'll be gentle, I promise."
Looking down at the younger girl, I mouthed "Okay?" to her and she paused, then nodded slowly.
Taking my small tree trunk in my hand, I guided it towards her opening, the tip already dripping pre-cum. As it made first contact, I adjusted my aim, and then began pushing inward.
Her eyes got big, and that's when Jenny kissed her again, hard, and began squeezing her nipples.
I'm not sure I ever felt a pussy quite that tight. It just felt like her hips had not widened to their proper position and then rest of her remained tight and closed up. She tried moving her legs off of my shoulders but I took hold of her ankles and held her up.
One way or another, I getting inside this pussy.
My head was barely in when I felt her cherry. She tried shifting away a bit, but, that was not to be. I pressed on, opting not to snap my hips forward, but just keeping the pressure on until, ah there...there...her cherry gave way and I sunk a few inches inside before I could halt the forward movement. Her leg muscles tightened up, of course, and she let out a yelp into Jenny's mouth.
Exquisite tightness. Jenny reach down and strummed her clit for her, which caused Dorothea to loosen up her death grip on my cock. Slowly I moved forward, slow, a half inch, then I'd wait four or five seconds, then another half inch, then another wait.
By the time she started hyperventilating, I had only 8 of my 12 inches buried within her.
"That's enough, Johnny," said Jenny, "no deeper. Make her feel good."
I knew enough not to press my luck further, or my cock deeper. I withdrew until just my head was inside, and as I did so, her inner lips greedily held onto my shaft until the last possibly microsecond, then waited impatiently to once again feel my inward stroke. It wasn't long in coming, as I again went 8 inches inside of her just deflowered pussy.
As I began the rhythmic sawing, Dorothea started her first orgasm. I suspect it may have had more to do with the attention Jenny was paying to her clit than my cock stretching her insides, but regardless, the affect was the same. It felt like little hands clenching and unclenching around my cock.
I stroked faster, and knew that I wasn't going to last.
"Not inside of her," said Jenny, and I nodded.
As I felt the cum start to percolate, I pulled out and Jenny quickly put her mouth over the end, sucking hard and bobbing her head furiously, doing her best to quickly draw the cum from my balls. I blasted a huge amount of cum into her mouth, and when she pulled away, she moved over to Dorothea and french kissed her.
I passed out to the site of the two of them sharing my thick load until they both swallowed their share.
Chapter 3: "We're with you!"
I woke to the sounds of Santana. It was in the afternoon, but I forgot to wind my watch so I wasn't sure exactly what time it was. I looked around but Jenny wasn't there. I figured maybe she wandered off to get some food or maybe go to the bathroom. Dorothea was gone too, and so was Rob. Sally was there. She was rocking to the music and smiled at me. I smiled back.
I pulled my shorts on and got up and stood next to Sally.
"Hey, did you see where Jenny went?"
"Yeah. Rob took the girls to find a place to pee and then get some food."
Sally moved in front of me, and started swaying back and forth, rubbing her ass against me. That got my attention. I put my hands on her hips to guide her and move with her. She leaned back against me, reaching back with her hands to run then through my curly hair.
Turning her head slightly, she began to talk to me while watching the band off in the distance.
"I saw you last night. I watched you take Dorothea's cherry. Take my little friend's cherry with that big monster of yours. I can feel it now, Johnny. I'm rubbing my ass against it. Can you feel me? Do you want me, Johnny? Do you want my ass? Do you? Do you want to push that monster of yours inside my tight, tight ass?"
I reached up and took hold of both of her breasts as my answer and thrust my hips at her, making sure she felt how hard she had me.
She giggled and took my hands in hers and moved them back to her hips.
"Maybe tonight, Johnny, maybe tonight."
A few minutes later Rob and the two girls showed up and had some food so we sat down and ate and drank and laughed. When Dorothea groaned while reaching for some food, I offered to help and Sally said "I think you helped her enough last night!" Everyone laughed except Dorothea, who blushed bright red and through some food at Sally.
The afternoon gave way to the evening, and still the music came, as did the rain, making for muddy conditions. The crowd ebbed and flowed, frisbees and beach balls were batted around and drugs, booze and sex were commonplace.
By the middle of the night, most of the crowd had passed out. Half a million bodies crashed in the middle of this pig farm in upstate NY, with Creedence Clearwater Revival taking the stage. I could see John Fogarty on stage trying to engage the audience, but most everyone was asleep.
I felt bad for him and his band, so I pulled out my lighter, flicked it and held it up in the air and then shouted "Don't worry about it John. We're with you!" He must have heard me, because he pointed in my direction and soon they began to play Born on the Bayou. My favorite song of theirs was Proud Mary. I just love the name Mary.
Jenny was kinda' quiet tonight. I asked her if anything was wrong and she said she was thinking about her friend Forrest. He was this friend of hers from her hometown, a village idiot kinda' guy, but harmless or so she told me. Sally came over and the two of them talked quietly for a minute, and I saw Jenny nod and then move over towards Rob. Sally walked over to me.
"Jenny and I are swappin' men for tonight," she said with a big smile and pulled me down to a blanket.
That was the first night that a woman took me totally inside of her, and, in this case, I was buried deep inside Sally's ass.
She started slowly, of course, and had put something slippery on my cock, and then just sat down on it...slowly sinking, slowly, slowly...her legs shaking a bit until she had enough of me inside of her that she could rest her knees on the ground. Then she rose up and bit, and then back down. Up an inch, down and inch and a quarter. Oh, she was so tight, like a rubbery vise.
When she finally got all 12 inches buried inside her, she opened her eyes and looked at me intensely and said, "You remember this day, Johnnie Holmes. You remember this day as the day Sally Struthers took your big horse cock all the way inside her."
I emptied my load into her ass a few minutes later, not knowing that her and Rob would become television stars just a couple of years later.
Chapter 4: With A Little Help From My Friends
I missed the whole incident with Abbie Hoffman and The Who, although it was passed along to me by various people through the day Sunday. Hoffman had jumped up on stage and started the give The Who some shit and Pete Townshend whacked him with his guitar, chasing him off stage. I would just shake my head and smile when I heard the story repeated to me.
Joe Cocker started off Sunday and when he covered the Beatles song "With A Little Help From My Friends", well, it was an awe-inspiring performance. I had my arm around Jenny's shoulder and her arm was around my waist.
I knew we weren't going to last. She had this thousand yard stare about her, sorta' like the ones that you'd see from the soldiers coming back from 'Nam. I knew that she had more traveling to do, and hopefully she'd find herself, but only after she excised some of those demons inside of her.
During the day we said our goodbyes to Rob and Sally, and Dorothea gave me an extra long hug, and then a kiss. She said that she believed in karma, and that we'd meet again. As she started to walk away, she turned and said "I'm changing my name. Next time you see me, call me...Seka." And with that, she was gone.
At some point in the evening we were contacted by event security staff and they took us backstage. We didn't know exactly what was going on, but after one helluva' weekend, we were hoping for some food. We were taken to a dressing room and told we should go ahead and get cleaned up.
A hot shower for each of us was heaven sent! There were some robes for us and we put them on and there was danish and other food. We ate and drank and relaxed. Around midnight a black man and a white woman entered. Jenny and I looked at each other, our eyes wide. It was Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin!
I could bore you with the details of how the sex was incredible and a once-in-a-lifetime experience, but...
...oh why not. You know how Janis has that amazing laugh and incredibly powerful voice? Well, to have a powerful voice, it comes from deeper than your mouth. It comes from your throat. I am intimately acquainted with her throat. Janis was the first woman to ever take me totally inside her mouth. If she wasn't such an accomplished singer, she could make a living swallowing swords because she swallowed mine with ease. Well, maybe not ease, but she sure did it.
Doggy style was her preference; she liked the feeling of being a man's beast, or so she said, and so I started out behind her, thrusting but not pushing all of my large cock into her for fear of hurting her. After she came, she moved away from me and lay down on her back, her head hanging partially off the bed. Using her hands to position me, she started pulling me forward, slowly swallowing and wetting my cock. When I reached the back of her mouth, she just swallowed and pulled me forward, me feeling the head pop into her throat.
She adjusted her breathing to her nose and then started in with the tongue action, pulling me deeping and then out, deep and then back out.
It was an incredible visual, watching this musical superstar swallowing my cock and then seeing her reach her hand down to her pussy, getting her fingers wet, and then bringing back up to wet my balls so that she could rub them better.
When I shot off, it went straight down into her belly, her lips pressed up against my pubic hair, her hands coaxing the cum out of my balls.
Later Jenny joined me, and she had a thoroughly well-fucked look about her. We wandered out towards the stage, staying out of view, but having a great look at Hendrix. He was performing the Star Spangled Banner, and as I listened, I felt like I was hearing one of the pinnacle performances of rock music.
The final song of the set was Hey Joe. As Jenny and I listened to this brilliant songwriter sing a soulful, wrenching song, we knew that our destinies lay along separate paths.
Jenny cried softly in my arms and I provided some comfort to her.
It was the summer of '69. It was the summer of change.
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