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Kinkier
By Anonymous Author (address withheld)
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This is a TRUE story about the beginning of my
obsession for the "kinker" things in life. In order to
get the full picture of my obsession for "non-status-
quo love" I think it's best to start at the VERY
beginning. (mf-teens, exh, voy, mast, enema)
***
When I was 16, I had a girlfriend named Kathy. She was
my first REAL girlfriend, if you know what I mean. I
met her when I was a sophomore in high school. I
thought she was the prettiest girl in the school!
Besides being beautiful, she had a nice round ass with
small perky tits that always stood out against the wool
sweaters she wore. She had really long straight brown
hair (remember the 70's?) and she usually wore the type
of jeans with no back pockets in them. I always thought
that made her ass look really sexy.
She was kind of a giggler when I first met her. She
always had a smile on her pretty face. I couldn't
imagine why... until later in our relationship.
After about a year of dating and a few drive-in
sessions, parking in the most unusual places, freezing
our asses off in sub-zero weather, we decided that we
wanted to be together even MORE! So, we began the
midnight routine of meeting at her bedroom window at
her parent's house. I used to leave my house at about
11pm and tap at her window about a half hour later. Her
parent's bedroom window was no more than 8 feet away
which added a certain excitement to the whole
adventure. Kathy would open her window and we'd kiss
through the screen.
As you can probably guess, this only frustrated both of
us. The screen was much too difficult to remove in
order for me to climb in, so eventually we thought of a
new idea. She would push her bed up to the window, prop
herself up on the pillows and let me watch her
masturbate. She just LOVED to masturbate! And she
really loved having an audience. I thought this was
pretty great too! I would stand outside beating my meat
in time with her.
Kathy fingered her pussy until it got wet, then used
the juices to lubricate her clit. Then she would rub it
in a circular motion until her back arched real high
and then her eyes squinted and she would grit her
teeth. Her beautiful face would get so red that I
thought she would BUST! Then she would just let out a
couple of "oomphs" (trying to be quiet so as to NOT
wake her parents) and then just lay there with a big
beautiful smile on her face.
Needless to say I built up quite a pile of teenage cum
on the wall outside Kathy's bedroom window from cumming
every night while I watched her masturbate.
Then about a month into this, I came back to her house
a second time in the same night. She was surprised to
see me, but glad. She could see the frustration in my
eyes. I just sighed and she asked me a question that
really hit me strange.
She said she would try something new for me if I would
jack off for her.
Ok, now you have to picture this scenario....I was 16
years old, OUTSIDE
her window, in the FRONT YARD of her house, 1:00A.M. on
a school night/morning, 35 degrees, in October, her
house was on a corner of a major street, and on one of
the side street, cars were zipping by at 45 miles an
hour. A small bush was all that kept me from being in
full view of anyone passing by.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked.
"Look what I found in my Mom's bathroom!"
She reached under her mattress and pulled out a large
red bag with a long white hose attached. On the end was
a 5-6" tipped end with a bunch of little holes in the
sides of the tip.
"What are you going to do with that?" I jokingly asked
her.
She replied, "just pull out your `charlie' and I'll be
right back." Charlie was her pet name for my cock. HEY!
NO laughing allowed! That was her idea, NOT MINE!)
I started to stroke my cock through my jeans when she
silently left her room. I heard the bathroom sink run
for a few seconds, then she returned with the vinyl bag
FULL of water and couple of towels under her arm.
"Are you pleasuring Charlie?" she whispered.
"Not yet," I lied as my hand stroked my bulge under my
Levi's. She laid out the towels on the bed and pulled
her "snoopy" nightie over her head and sat down right
on top of the towels. She had a look in her eyes that I
had never seen before. It was sort of a determined look
of confidence like she'd done this before, but wanted
me to see her doing it now.
She had a long pole hanging from the ceiling next to
the bed with her vast collection of stuffed animals
hanging on it. She had removed one of the creatures and
replaced it with the bag of water.
She lay down on her bed with her legs spread open on
each side of the window sill. Her knees were bent just
enough to bring her pussy closer to the window for me
to view. The nightlight was plugged into the wall right
between her legs and under the window.
I stood there in awe wondering if her parents were
going to wake up from all the noise we were making. I
unzipped my pants and began stroking my dick with my
ice cold hand. She pointed the end of the hose at me
and released the clasp and it squirted water through
the screen. It was very warm. I shook my head and let
out a small snicker.
"Real nice," I whispered.
"You afraid of a little water?" she asked, as she
reached down with one hand and spread her pussy lips
open. She took the tip and slid it right into her pussy
hole. This sent my cock in a throbbing frenzy! I
couldn't believe what she was doing! Then she released
the clasp and I could see water running out her pussy,
running down her asshole and ass cheeks and all over
the towels. She took her other hand and put the hose
between middle and ring finger. She began rubbing her
clit while regulating the flow of water through the
hose by squeezing her fingers together. I watched
through the screen as she masturbated. She had her back
arched with her hips rotating freely up in the air.
Water gushed out of her gleaming snatch, ran down her
tight little puckernut asshole, dripped off her round
ass cheeks, and onto the towels on her bed.
My hand had warmed up a bit, and my cock was hard
enough to cut diamonds.
My pants were down to my thighs as I clenched my balls
with one hand and stroked my stiff cock into a cum-
churning boil with the other. Our eyes met as my body
began to tense. She paused and asked me if I was
rubbing my cock yet.
I could only moan, "NOW I am!"
She asked me to tell her how it felt.
"I can feel the cum building up in my balls," I moaned.
She began to rub harder and faster releasing more
water. "My cock is so hard it could bust the brick wall
separating us right now," I murmured. With that she
arched her back and rolled her head into her pillow and
let out a muffled moan. The water was running all down
her thighs and dripping from her ass as she pushed her
thighs up in the air like an acrobat.
She was rubbing hard and fast just when I was about to
fire my wad. "I'm gonna shoot!" I said.
"Do it now! Shoot your load all over the window so I
can see it," she said.
I backed up a couple of feet, my ass almost sitting in
this damn bush, I reared back and shot my rocket in a
HUGE arch and hit the screen with 3 huge globs.
I looked back in the window and saw her bucking and
moaning with her head buried in 2 pillows sounding like
she was crying. Water was all over her bed, ass, and
legs. As she finished, She looked up and saw my cum
dripping down the screen and she smiled really big
said, "Boy did you make a mess."
I looked at her, breathing hard and muttered, "Can you
fit that bag in your purse, do you think?"
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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