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Lion's Eye Nebula
by InfinityZeros (see bottom for contact info)
***
In a time when society's attitudes have become so
conservative that "the pill" no longer means birth
control, but sex control, what's a nymphomaniac to do?
Find a planet where the boys aren't afraid to get their
cocks out; that's what. (F/m-teens, bi, exh, anal, sci-
fi)
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Note: This is an entirely fictional erotic story, meant
to arouse and entertain. Don't read it if you don't
want explicit descriptions of sex and lots of dirty
words. Don't confuse this fantasy with reality.
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CHAPTER I
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I love sex. This much will be clear, though it's funny
to say it like this. Anyway, in my lust I have
frequently visited those delightfully forbidden places
on the Terralink to do delightfully forbidden things
with other delightfully lusty people that were once too
distant and too few but now are rising again. And in
those frequent visits, I have frequently been asked,
'is it really true?
Can you really go somewhere, outside civilized space
and find somewhere interesting, somewhere free, and
have a true adventure?' and I have just as frequently
replied 'Yes, you can,' but that seems inadequate
because it says nothing of how true it is, how good it
feels, or how free one can become. So I decided to
*really* answer the question. To really tell people.
This is my story.
I was standing by the window of my room on the small
transport ship that would take me to the Outer Rim--a
vast but sparsely populated region of space known for
its unusual independence from the "Old World" (group of
systems including the homeworld Earth, rebuilt just two
generations ago after the second Dark Age). Would I
find the life I was looking for there? I didn't know. I
didn't know anything, I just wanted to be free from the
culture that had secretly imprisoned me from day one
(well, save for my college years, which seemed as
wonderful as they were brief).
I had been staring for hours, because the nebula was
beautiful. Not only were the colors dazzling, the
spinning reds and blues, swirling rainbows and dancing
silver sparkles, but the patterns they formed said only
too loudly that they were like this only for the
moment, only for fun, only to flirt with this
particular arrangement, because they lived in chaos,
unguided by anything, beautiful only because they
wanted to be, lustful only because they chose to be.
And the sex was fantastic.
I could see a delightfully obscene snapshot of what a
red giant was doing to some incredibly cute protostars.
As any philosophy major worth his or her salt will tell
you, the universe is made out of sex.
I am slightly tall for a woman; I have long black hair,
green eyes, soft white skin, and huge breasts. I wasn't
wearing any clothes at the time, so they were doing
what they love to do and grabbing the attention of any
onlookers (though there were none in this case) at the
expense of the rest of my body.
A couple of weeks earlier, it was another day at the
office, and I was happy. Happy that I'd just got a
raise, for one, but also happy in general. Since being
on the pill, since graduating, in other words, my life
had been a lot easier, and a lot more productive, and I
had some financial security and a house to show for it.
Yes, I had been a nymphomaniac in college.
No, that's not hyperbole or metaphor. Look it up if you
have to. Yes, I had enjoyed it. I still had fond
memories of it. An adventure. Being young while I
could. The suitable way of life for my cultural moment.
But now it was time to be a real person, to live a real
life. To have something under my name for people to
read about after I was long dead. I respected my
sexuality, and kept it in the past. Well, if I ever
lost sight of this big picture, I knew I just needed to
take an extra pill.
I never knew, and still don't know, why they did it.
But there was a young couple in the elevator when it
broke down. I had sighed at the sight of them,
obviously taken with each other. My last date had not
gone all that well. Anyway, there they were. She had a
small, cute frame with short brown hair, no breasts at
all, and just a subtle curvature to her hips, in other
words, the type where you can't tell if she's 15 or 30.
She wore a very short red dress that makes you really
wish it was just go up a bit in the wind or something
so you can see precisely how her panties cover her cute
butt. I strongly suspect they had set this up somehow;
it's too much to believe it was all by chance. But the
elevator had broken down and we had called for help and
they had said it would be thirty minutes.
He looked at me and handed me something. I looked at
it. It was a money card. It had 200 pecks on it (about
1100USD). I looked at him confusedly and stammered but
he had already gone back to looking at his girlfriend.
He was tall, slightly muscular, and had light brown
skin (all the easy, quick tricks to being handsome, of
course). He wore a suit and tie. He grabbed her butt
when she kissed him and she jumped up to equalize the
height, wrapping her legs around him as she stuck her
tongue playfully in his mouth. He began grinding his
hips against her and she said out loud, "I want you."
"Mmmm?" he said playfully.
"I want you to fuck me."
"I want to fuck you too." He tongue-kissed her again.
"Are you already wet?" he asked. She nodded. He let her
back on the ground and turned her around with his hands
so he could press his erection, still covered, into her
butt.
"Bend over and show me your pussy."
She bent over at the waste, grabbing onto the side
railing, which made her white panties completely
exposed, along with the big wet spot on them. She
tugged at them, and they came down on her thighs. She
spread her legs a little bit, stretching the material
and giving him a view of all her sex organs. He
untucked his shirt, unzipped his pants, pulled out his
cock and shoved it into her.
She squealed as he fucked her, holding onto the railing
and moving back and forth. I could tell her pussy
really wanted to be fucked; it made slurping noises as
it stretched around his penis and my mind. He grabbed
her ass and fucked her forever.
I'm sure he came at some point, but all I saw was them
having sex with their clothes on, in the elevator there
with me, without a care in the world. The crew fixed it
and I got to my floor, still dazed. The first coherent
thought I had was of needing to get home, so I made an
excuse and did so. As I was walking to my car I already
realized I had a problem. I was horny.
Of course, in college, I would have found that sex
cheap and mundane compared to what I expect to see in
porn or at parties, but I hadn't had any sex for over a
year and my pussy was jealous of hers. Once in the car
I started it immediately and began to drive, thinking I
could do whatever I was going to do to deal with it at
home.
At an intersection near my house, I couldn't stand it.
I cupped my hands and grabbed my own breasts like the
lecherous narcissist that I was. I squeezed them and
played with them and tickled my nipples. I also noticed
that a man in a nearby car had seen me. He gave me the
uncertain, strange look you often get from men on the
pill these days.
I was nervous for a second, but then he smiled! Such
luck, he wasn't on it. I was so relieved and delighted
that I got even hornier and pulled up my shirt without
thinking. I quickly undid my bra and flashed him
completely. His curious delightful smile turned to a
shocked delightful smile. I gave my breasts another
good squeeze for him before the light changed.
When I got home I had already talked myself out of
taking a pill. I got to my room, bent over and reached
under my skirt to pull my panties down and be like the
girl. But then I just took everything off, got
comfortable on my bed, and rubbed my pussy juice all
over my clit while squeezing my breast with the other
hand and thinking what to do next.
I kept interrupting my own thoughts with moans of
pleasure and desire. I could come now if I wanted, but
I wanted to turn myself on even more first, to make
myself really mad with desire. So I thought about it. I
wanted a man to come grab me and stick his cock in me,
but that was out of the question. I wanted to see
another elevator scene so I could rub myself properly
this time, but that wasn't possible. But porn! I wanted
to see some good porn, such as the kind that I actually
*made* when in college.
Actually I wanted to see the nastiest bit of group sex
I get get my filthy hands on, but my entire collection
was deleted, by me of course. I settled for the only
porn I could get: my bathroom's mirror. I put my leg up
on the counter and looked back and forth between my
horny face and my hand plunging fingers into my hairy
pussy while the other one rubbed my clit.
"I'm gonna come," I told my mirror image, who was too
preoccupied to respond, but assented by giving me a
helpless, horny look and shaking with lust so that I
could see her breasts jiggle as she fucked herself. I
screamed as I came.
I calmed down a bit. The lust was still there, but it
was tamed. I dressed and headed downstairs to take my
pill.
As I arrived in the kitchen, something stopped me. My
mind had been in a blur, but as I slowed down and took
in my surroundings, I noticed that the air had a crisp,
sexy clarity to it, and before I could do anything
about it, college memories came back too fast to make
much sense out of them. Everything in my house was a
sex toy. One of them took hold, me leaning over a
kitchen counter with my panties just slightly down and
my short shirt bunched uselessly around my middle,
showing off for a guy with a camera. I had to replay
it.
I grabbed my camera and set it up to shoot
automatically every second. I pushed down on the top
and up on the bottom of my shirt, letting my huge
breasts fall happily out again. My tits begged me to
touch, tease, and flick them, but I pulled down my
panties slightly instead. I looked down my smooth skin
to my black pussy hairs, and the cool air flowing
through it created the fire which bent me over and had
me stick my hand on my ass.
I turned around smiling, showed the camera my pussy by
moving me hand down on it and spreading it out. Then I
rubbed my clit to an orgasm in that position, dripping
sex on the floor while I did. I got it easily and it
was shorter and less intense, but it took nothing out
of me. I thought frantically about what to do next, but
then it came to me.
I fumbled at the drawers and pulled out the package of
pills, spilling them all deliberately out on the
counter. I took a hammer and smashed them to bits, one
by one, my breasts jiggling against my bunched up shirt
with every motion. Then I swept the crumbs into a bag
and threw them all out all over the grass in the
backyard, where it would rain soon.
I wished someone would look out their window and see a
woman moving openly about in the sun with her tits and
her ass hanging out, but everyone was probably at work.
I went into the kitchen, grabbed the biggest cucumber I
could find, and went into the front hall. I picked a
spot on the floor, lay my body down on it and fucked
myself, screaming louder each time I came, until I
passed out.
CHAPTER II
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I had to get away, of course. After my awakening there
was really nothing for me to do back home, and I could
describe all my arguments, from internal debates to
trying to explain things to my family and friends, but
I won't bother and it's really not that much fun,
especially since I couldn't masturbate for awhile
because my vagina was so sore; I had been so horny that
I didn't notice the cucumber was way too big or how
much I was hurting myself.
Well, when all the ship's systems all went dead, no one
knew why. And they couldn't figure it out either,
because the system that was supposed to tell you why a
system had gone dead, had gone dead. In fact, no
computers of any kind whatsoever were functioning, and
though the ship was designed well enough to be able to
handle this for a little while, we were in deep space
so it was only a matter of time before we too were
dead.
In the time that I thought I was going to die, I had a
confusing jumble of emotions, fear prominent among
them. But when I asked myself how I thought about the
circumstances of my death, I felt a surprising
satisfaction. On a long risky voyage into deep space?
Oh yes. If I had died before awakening, what would I
have said to the other inmates in Hell about the last
few years of my life? The point is, I was free.
The crash landing was a bizarrely anticlimactic affair.
We had windows; we could see the planet by the light of
its sun; we knew we were near enough to it for
*something* to happen. The impact would only take a
second, but I spent many hours constantly terrified it
would be the *next* second. Snuggled up in my huge
techno-foam pads in the ship, also snuggled up in still
huger techno-foam pads (which were also a heat shield,
I was told).
I felt only a mild jolt on impact and then only a
lightly bumpy ride as we skidded across the planet's
(at that location) rocky surface to a halt. We hit it
at a very shallow angle. When I found my way to an exit
hatch and fell twenty feet to the surface (in my
techno-foam padded space suit), I discovered along with
the other some 40 of us that the planet had been
terraformed, and was perfectly suitable for human life.
We didn't have to go far to meet the locals; our crash
had attracted some attention. There was an official
"Naturalization Commission" of professionals to talk to
us, calm us, and try to explain to the dazed 40 human
beings we were that we would have to live out the rest
of our lives here. We might even learn to like it. They
had homes around the colony (around 200,000 total)
volunteer to accept space refugees like us, and I was
assigned to one, which happened to be in one of the
smaller outlying towns (about 1000). None of my fellow
passengers were assigned to that particular town.
A new place I didn't even know existed, a new culture
with unknown wonders, a new life with the old record
erased from history. I was happy.
"Dad, she's here!" said the excited voice from the
young face in the window. I stopped in my tracks, mind
reeling with excitement. I had been expecting a couple
of women living together or something, but a family?
Too good to be true, surely!
Actually, it was just the two of them. Frenta, the 13-
year-old, was one of those absurdly cute mid-pubescent
thin brown-haired boys, and his dad Lei was the same,
only thrice as old and a little more on the post-
pubescent, hairy side. I was forced to ask myself what
sort of culture would take a lone, young, beautiful (if
I do say so myself) woman stranded on their planet and
think "oh, there's a handsome father-son duo that would
love to have a woman in the house, let's put her in".
One that has a much more relaxed attitude towards
gender relations, I concluded eventually. But what
would that mean?
I enjoyed playing with Frenta, who was around the first
two days I was there since I arrived on their weekend.
And his father Lei was a cute one--I liked him--
although he could seem old and distant at times, he was
nice, and certainly a good father to Frenta. He noticed
my body, which I liked, especially after the people at
home who ignored it.
The people in general were fairly decent, although
there was certainly the occasional jerk, and I didn't
quite strictly agree with them on certain political
points (they got the essentials right, of course:
freedom from government and majoritarian intrusion).
But what I liked best about the people is that, even
more than Lei, none of them were afraid to show
appreciation for a beautiful woman. All the things that
should be normal in a healthy society: looking and
smiling at me for no reason, being extra nice to me,
sometimes in humorously deliberate ways, and ogling my
breasts when they think I can't tell but really I
thrive on it.
I spent a few days getting comfortable with Lei and the
people there, but the pretense got silly after awhile;
Lei was a lonely man, and I could see his hunger
growing every time he looked at me, which I exploited
by constantly asking for advice on the new clothes I
bought around town with his money, and showing them off
for him. That Wednesday night, the first with Frenta
gone (at a friend's house), found me naked in the
kitchen, however, deliberately making accidental noise.
Lei showed up and gave a little snort of surprise, and
stammered an apology.
"What?" I said, then looked down at myself. "Oh right
sorry. But really, it doesn't bother me. Do you mind if
I just get a snack and go back to bed?"
"Uh, no, but, since I'm here, I think I'll grab
something for myself as well."
The next few minutes were quite fun, as I found various
excuses to parade around the kitchen giving him view of
myself from different angles, until finally I knew he
had stopped to just look at me as I leaned over the
counter with my legs slightly apart. I fumbled around
pretending to reach for something for a bit, but then
just relaxed on the counter, feeling the air run
through my pussy, arousing it. He didn't notice that I
had stopped until several minutes had passed.
"Oh," he said suddenly. I giggled. Not wanting to him
to worry about what to assume, I put my hands around
either side of my ass and pulled my pussy lips apart so
he could see my fuckhole, and my juice was already
running down my legs, no doubt clearly visible.
I soon felt his hardness press into me, and he started
fucking me hard right away, I began moaning as my
breasts rocked, the nipples brushing the smooth, cold
counter. Then I twisted around so I could kiss him on
the lips, and he stuck his tongue straight in my mouth,
to fuck me there as well.
The next morning, I sucked his cock until he woke up
with an orgasm, spurting hot tasty come in my mouth.
Just an hour later, I stripped off my clothes and lay
on the kitchen table with my legs pulled up so he could
see my asshole. He buttered it up and stuck his cock in
it.
He lasted a long time then, so I reached back and
rubbed my clit to dozen orgasms before he filled my
butt with some more of his wonderful semen. Then he had
to go to work, but Frenta came back around midday (on a
teacher workday), and I played board games with him
until Lei got back, at which point we all watched TV
but when Frenta temporarily left the room, Lei pulled
my shirt up and sucked on my tits. But then he said
something really interesting.
"You know, Frenta's got to the age where he's really
curious about women, and there hasn't been one around."
Whoa, what did this mean?
"They gave me a pamphlet saying what cultural
adjustments are usually most difficult for refugees.
They said relationships and sex are the toughest, but
I'm sorry to say you haven't lived up to that; you've
been wonderful."
"I really think it's best when both parents contribute
to raising a child, and as Frenta seems to like you and
trust you..."
"What would your culture expect me to do?"
"It's not about culture, it's about Frenta growing up!
Just, you know, be patient when he's embarrassed, tell
him what he needs to know, answer his questions, show
him if he wants to see something, that sort of thing."
The last part didn't seem at all out of place for Lei.
I gazed at him curiously, and told him I would think
about it. But I knew what would probably happen. The
thought had been planted. As I was stuffing my panties
with my hand while Lei was out one morning, I couldn't
stop my full desires from playing out in my head:
Frenta, cute as always, pulling down his pants so I
could see his beautiful cock spring out. I was suddenly
naked and he was lying on top of me, sucking at my
breasts and looking up nervously, as if to ask if he's
doing it right.
I stopped suddenly, pulling my hand away and slapping
myself mentally. I needed to focus on this and do it
right. Maybe they have an unusual way of bringing up
kids, but that doesn't mean this wasn't educational.
Lei was working the afternoon that day, so I called
Frenta into my room as soon as I got him home and he
had something to eat.
"Frenta, you're a growing young man," I began stupidly,
"and your father thinks--"
"Aw, man, he told you to give me the *sex* talk!? Dad
doesn't think I know anything!"
I slapped myself in the mind again and forced myself to
take stock of the situation. A real boy was here, with
a real attitude, and a real apprehension about
sex...and a real body.
"I -- well -- I'm sure he just..." I stammered, but
recovered.
"Well then, just what do you know?" He looked a lot
less confident after that.
"Well," he began awkwardly, "um. What do you want me to
say exactly?"
"What happens that gets a woman pregnant?"
"Well, uh, there's a man and he puts his penis in her
vagi--"
I cut him off and laughed despite myself. "Oh, that's
what it is? Some gross thing adults do because they
have to?"
"What? I know it feels good," he protested.
"Good! Well, do you know about the woman's side of
things? What's the most sexually sensitive body part
for women?"
"Uh...vagina?" I shook my head but smiled.
"Close, let me explain a few things first though."
So I explained the preliminaries, why consent is
important and how to get it without being awkward, and
then I explained about sex in relationships, using my
new understanding of the culture here, and mixing in
interesting facts about how these were viewed in my own
culture and some of its predecessors (i.e. before the
pill).
I told him the thing you have to be sure of before
having sex is consent first, but most importantly, that
both (or all) people are enjoying it. If you can be
sure of that, then you make sure you can deal with the
consequences ("don't be an idiot, and you're fine" I
said, with enough information to clarify what being an
idiot would be). I talked about the mechanics of sex
but reminded him the most important thing there is to
talk to your partner and figure out what you want.
We were both sitting on the bed at that point, so I
said, "Frenta, thanks for being such a good listener,"
and kissed him on the lips. I had done this before;
there were fewer taboos here about displaying
affections. I told him there was more I wanted to go
over tomorrow, and then I let him go do his homework. I
undressed and masturbated longingly for another hour.
"Frenta, I know I said a lot yesterday and I know it
can be easy to forget a speech that some adult gives
you," I said the next day. "I know at your age, when
you're rubbing on your erection thinking of sex, you
wish you could have a woman to really visualize, to
explore, and to have fun. Frenta, I'm going to take all
my clothes off; I want you to play with me."
He actually seemed to see this coming, the smart kid. I
pulled my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra before
throwing it away. It was too easy to get excited
showing off my body for Frenta. He didn't shy away; he
checked me out as I showed him everything. I took off
the rest, and he stared at my pussy and the hair around
it. I lay on my back on the bed and spread my legs to
give him a better view. He looked a bit nervous, so I
said, "Frenta, you can't learn about sex if you don't
let yourself enjoy it."
He began feeling around my pussy. "Imagine when you
tell your friends about this. You can tell them I
stripped naked for you and spread my legs so you could
touch my hairy cunt."
He smiled with his mouth open and looked at me
curiously but excitedly.
"Oh, you like talking dirty?" I asked.
"Yeah," he admitted, embarrassed.
"Is that how you talk to your friends? Do you sit
around and talk about what slut's pussy you'd like to
ram your hard dicks into? *Ohhh!*" I said the last part
because he found my clit and started rubbing it in my
excitement. "That's my clit, unhh."
I let him rub my clit for awhile but he was rough and
inexperienced, so I pushed him away. "Frenta, show me
your hard cock."
He nervously pulled down his pants and his underwear so
I could see his penis. Frenta naked was the most
beautiful thing I'd ever seen. He had smooth, tanned
skin everywhere and was developing some nice
musculature in places, but such that it melded in with
his overall slightly tall, slightly skinny, cute boy
look. His cute cock was shamelessly poking out into the
air, long and hard, with a gorgeous set of smooth
balls, and no hair anywhere. It was perfect.
"Frenta, I want to suck on your dick. Would you like
that?"
I showed him around the bed so I could lie on it and
still suck him. I stuck my tongue out and licked the
tip, then put my hands on his young ass and guided him
to push his cock in and out of my mouth. I loved
sucking on it, knowing how good he was feeling. I moved
my hand to my clit and rubbed it, shaking because of
how aroused I was. I still put my other hand on his
balls, and let him out for a moment to say, "I want you
to come. Just slide it in until it feels so good you
just have to shoot your come in my mouth."
I almost came a minute later as he did, shaking
violently as my finger couldn't keep up with my hungry
cunt. I swallowed his come, then licked all the rest
off his penis. Then, gambling a bit, I started sucking
on it again before he could pull away. With it
softening in my mouth, I teased it with my tongue and
smiled up at him. It couldn't get all the way soft
before it started getting hard again, at which point I
let him out.
"Do you want my dick in your pussy?" he asked, more
confident now that he could see how helplessly horny I
was when I got this hot.
"Oh God yes, Frenta, please fuck me." He went around,
and I lewdly spread out my fuckhole so he could see
where to stick his smooth boyhood phallus. He pushed it
all the way inside me and I sighed with pleasure. He
was very excited, grunting and panting as he fucked me;
for my part, I moaned every time I felt his dick coming
back in. Even though I was so close, I couldn't come
without stimulating my clit, and I didn't.
The next two hours were a blur of Frenta intermittently
smiling and holding his cock in his hand so I could
change positions and he could slide it in my cunt and
fuck me a different way, and feeling it inside me,
constantly inflaming me. He came two more times, and
for the last one I screamed as I rubbed my clit and
came hard, clinching his cock and making it give me
another hot load in my cunt.
He wasn't grossed out by sex liquids at all; I guessed
he'd seen some porn already. I sent him off to find the
camera so he could take a picture; by the time he
retrieved it I was striking a nice pose with me
partially sitting up on the edge of the bed, holding my
cunt open so that three loads of his white come oozed
out of it and slid down into my asshole, where it
pooled and some of it dripped lewdly on the floor.
He got a shot of me smiling at the camera while I
showed it this, and another close-up of his come
running down my dirty parts. Finally, he lay on top of
me and we tongue-kissed with our naked bodies pressed
together, until we both fell asleep.
CHAPTER III
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Several days later, I'd had a few more fun sex
encounters with Frenta, and had easily caught him up
and all the secrets of great sex. He might well be my
counterpart for horniness, he was a natural, a preteen
sex prodigy. On Monday he pussy-fucked me twice and
then slurped all his own come out of my pussy so his
father wouldn't get suspicious when I fucked him later.
Then Frenta tongue-kissed me and we sloshed around his
come in our mouths with our sweaty bodies pressed
together until there was a rumbling in the driveway.
I put my miniskirt back on with no underwear, and told
Lei that Frenta was asleep. Lei and I set up a nice
lewd position where I was on all fours and his penis
was buried in my butthole. Lei was really focused on
ramming his cock in me as quietly as possible, and
didn't notice Frenta behind us with the video camera.
Later we watched the video of my ass being pleasured on
the big TV while Frenta buried his own shaft into my
oily asshole on the couch for the first time.
But Frenta complained that his friends didn't believe
him when he talked about me. I tried to reassure him
that this was understandable. "But on a different note,
how come I haven't gotten to meet them yet?"
Well, it turned out to be not too difficult to arrange
that. Their parents were happy to have someone
volunteer to pick them up after practice and watch them
for a little while. I picked up Frenta, Elon, and Sared
on Friday but as I was driving them to a place to eat,
I realized there was a problem. They were all clearly
taken with me, and I liked having my body admired, but
they were also young as Frenta, and almost as
beautiful...
At the restaurant, Frenta was really happy to see his
friends taking in my body, my breasts especially. I
decided to take the bull by the horns and leaned over
to kiss Frenta on the lips. He was embarrassed, but his
friends were in awe.
Everyone was glad I had suggested going to the park to
see the sun set before they had to be home. It was a
beautiful day, and the ever-energetic boys played some
more ball in the grass while I watched. They had taken
off their shirts but were only sweating lightly because
it was so cool out. Frenta, Sared with his soon-to-be
football frame and smart black haircut, and Elon with
the shaggy blond hair and big lovely ass, were perfect
and I wanted to have all their bodies -- to hold and to
touch and to kiss.
Frenta took a break at some point and while his friends
were still occupied, we tongue kissed briefly, and I
told him, "Frenta, I want Elon and Sared. I want to
taste their cocks and let them suck on my tits. I want
you to stroke your big cock and watch your horny step-
mom having dirty sex with your best friends."
"I have an idea," he replied with a smile. To my
delight, Frenta put his hand up underneath my skirt and
tugged on my panties, but to my disappointment he just
pulled them off and pocketed them.
"And does this mean you're marrying dad?" he asked as I
unhooked my bra, snuck it out, and gave it to him. (It
was harder to hide but he managed it.)
"Yep, we made the arrangements yesterday." Marriage was
another thing this culture treated differently.
"Cool!"
"Frenta, you know with us it's one thing, but we have
to go slow with Elon and Sared."
"I know," he said, and I knew that, like me at his age,
he had experience with impatiently trying to introduce
his friends to sexual things.
And he ran off to to talk to his friends again. So I
lounged back and closed my eyes, and pretended to relax
and take in the sun while really I was waiting for Elon
and Sared to notice my erect nipples and my juicy cunt
on display. The wind, as if impatient, began to
masturbate me all on its own. I couldn't help moaning
slightly, but I kept quiet. I could soon hear whispers
below me and knew my sex organs were being ogled.
I made picking up Elon and Sared, talking with them,
and finding ways to flash them my pussy a regular
habit. Then, a couple of weeks later, we caught a lucky
break: Lei went on a business trip out of town for the
weekend, and we got Elon and Sared's parents permission
to have a big sleepover. It was even better, because
Frenta had reported to me that he'd had sex with Elon
when Sared wasn't there, and that Sared's response was
good when told about it.
"Tell me more!" I had half-shouted because he had laid
me down on his bed and was cramming three fingers in my
pussy.
"Oh, does your horny pussy want to know about how my
little butthole was oiled up and fucked hard by my best
friend's dick?" he had asked before shoving his own
penis into my hole.
So I picked up the boys again and as we were driving, I
asked them, "Have you guys liked seeing me show off my
private parts?"
"Oh yes, Miss K." I knew they were a bit surprised but
they didn't want to appear so. I wanted to ask them if
they rubbed their hands up and down their hard cocks
imagining the nasty images of my cunt in various public
places, and shot huge loads of come on themselves
thinking about me.
"So you won't mind if I don't wear anything while
you're around?" They paused a bit, so I chuckled and
added, "Boys, you'll learn to appreciate a free-
spirited woman and not worry about questioning it so
much."
So I went around buck-naked as they went through their
routine of talking and playing games. Their lecherous
glances grew less and less reserved, to my delight. As
Elon was staring at my ass in the kitchen while I faced
away from him, pretending to do something else, I
slipped my hands back and pulled the cheeks apart so he
could see my puckered butthole. I was more turned on
than I had realized, as I felt moisture from my vagina
on my legs. It was supposed to be just a casual fun
thing to continue growing the boys' desire for me, by
my and Elon's lust prevented that.
I turned my head to smile at him. He smiled back, much
more comfortable than before. His shorts were bulging,
and his hand was over them, rubbing his erection
through his clothes.
"Elon, get your warm cock out of your shorts and start
stroking it for me," I said. I hadn't meant to be so
commanding, but I had shivered with desire at exactly
that moment and something came over me.
The boy radiated lust as he began masturbated for me,
shorts around his ankles and shirt still on. "Miss K,
do you want me to touch your private parts? Frenta said
if I wanted to have fun I should be bold and talk dirty
to you."
"Yes, I want you to touch my private parts. You should
listen to Frenta, he gets his cock off in me at least
twice a day."
I started showing him how to masturbate me when Frenta
and Sared showed up. No explanation was necessary.
Frenta put his hand next to Elon's and began teaching
him. For the next hour, Frenta had me assume various
positions in the house as he and his friends took turn
stimulating my pussy and my clit to orgasm with their
fingers and tongues, so successful because Frenta was
such a good teacher. He showed them how to ensure I
would have multiple climaxes, so I lost count of how
many shaking, squealing orgasms I had, well past 20.
That may be why he expressed some concern about whether
I would be too fatigued to do much more.
"Frenta, I still want all three of you to pump my dirty
fuckholes full of cock, and I want you to keep on
fucking me until we all pass out."
"In fact, why don't you stick yours in my cunt so Elon
and Sared can get their hard dicks sucked by a hot
mouth for the first time."
I lay on my back on the table and prodigious Frenta's
pussy-fucking made me whole body heave with delight,
and my hitherto ignored breasts danced with their own
passion.
I had one boy squeeze and suck my tits while the other
fucked my face.
"Miss K I want to come so badly," said Elon.
Frenta was wonderful, fucking me deep and slow so I
could interact with his friends. I cupped my breasts
and said, "I want you guys to make me look nastier than
the dirtiest porn Frenta's showed you. Rub that cock
and cover my tits with your white fuck-juice."
Elon climaxed and groaned, "Oh fuck, yes!" as his cock
spurted huge ropes of come all over my breasts, still
shaking thanks to Frenta. For a moment I thought they
would never stop coming, but they did.
"Now Sared, you do the same while I suck on Elon's soft
penis."
Elon protested, "But Miss K, I'm--"
"Don't be silly, my horny mouth needs your soft cock."
Sared took his cock and came on my tits as well, as
Frenta started fucking me really hard again so I
couldn't even think.
"Hey Elon," said Frenta to the boy whose penis was
still soft but growing again.
"Are you ready to shove your dick in her hot pussy so I
can come on her tits?"
Elon's cock grew so fast in my mouth I almost choked.
He took it out and swapped places with Frenta, who sent
streams of come raining down on my breasts, which were
now oozing with a layer of delicious white boy-come.
Frenta's cock didn't even get soft, the amazing boy. He
let me lick it clean, but then called for a position
change.
The boys lifted me up and, in a careful maneuver
orchestrated by brilliant Frenta, put me on my back on
top of Sared on the couch. The video camera had been
set up in this room, and was recording. Frenta soon had
his fingers up in my asshole, rubbing oil around, and
Sared was using his newly hard cock to fuck Elon's
mouth. I loved the gay boy sex happening right next to
me, and soon Frenta was rubbing and sucking on Elon's
cock, right below my ass.
The next thing I knew, Sared was fucking my ass, Elon
my cunt, and Frenta my face. I was surprised when
Frenta came, but he must have had superpowers as he
still kept his erection after pulling out of my mouth
and spurting his come all over my face, while standing
to the side so it was visible from the camera.
Frenta stood back, continued stroking his long, smooth
cock with his hands, and watched the action, smiling.
Soon, Frenta instructed his friends out, and we set up
one more position.
Elon was on the floor with his cock sticking straight
up, and I happily rode my cunt all the way up and down
it, making slippery sex-juice noises and squealing with
every bounce. I used my hands to squeeze my own tits
while I smiled lasciviously at the camera. Frenta and
Sared stood one either side, stroking their hard cocks
in my face at the sight of my body. Come was all over
my face and my huge breasts and was dripping down to my
pussy as it was being fucked and all the way down to
Elon's sexy balls.
Sared and Frenta ejaculated simultaneously on my
slutty, smiling, already come-covered face, and their
hot white fuck-juice ran down my face, some into my
mouth, some over lips and down my chin, onto my tits,
making thick streams down to my cunt. Elon instructed
me to lift up, and he climaxed as well, shooting come
up and all over my cunt, which dripped more come back
onto his cock, which stayed hard for a few moments
before slowly softening.
I stood up as come continued to stream and drip all
over my body and onto Sared, looked down at him and at
my own body, back at the camera and smiled happily,
satisfied for today, before Frenta finally turned off
the camera.
Of course, tomorrow was another day...
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COMMENTS FROM THE AUTHOR: This is my first erotic
story. It's meant to simply be a third-person sexual
fantasy I had and liked, written down, so there was no
planning, except to find the best ways to fill in the
details to make it a coherent story.
This is why, for instance, the story starts with the
main character ranting about freedom and philosophy and
so on, but ends with the focus on raw sexual imagery.
I did it in first-person only because that seemed most
natural for the story itself, despite the gender gap
(I'm male). And I designed it to be flexible, so I can
add more chapters later if they're wanted.
Please send any feedback to my gmail account,
infinityzeros (at gmail dot com).
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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