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Windmill In The Storm
by Beddybear (address withheld)

***

I'm caught in a rainstorm, and while trying to find 
shelter I run into a thirty-something year old man 
who's volunteering at the same place as me for the 
week. (Mf, ped, reluc, 1st, oral, anal)

***

It's raining. I'm running in an orchard.

Suddenly I bump into him.

He looms over me, at least six feet tall. His blond 
hair is soaking wet in this storm. I can barely see the 
blue of his eyes through the rain.

We run into a nearby windmill.

It's very cold. We strip out of our wet clothes, down 
to our underwear, and try to build a fire.

It doesn't work.

There are two candlesticks and a match. He lights one 
of them. The match goes out before he can light the 
other. 

It's getting darker outside.

We huddle together for warmth. The thought that this 
could be wrong (he's more than twice my age, at least) 
doesn't occur.

I move a little, uncomfortable on the hard floor. I 
accidentally brush him, slightly, in between the legs. 

He seems to notice. His breathing becomes just a little 
shallow. I wonder if perhaps I've aroused him.

I tell him that I think I've seen another match on the 
floor. He goes to look. I follow. He says he can't see 
anything. I reach by him, touching it again through his 
boxers... and say it must have been a trick of the 
light.

I can tell it really did affect him. There's a growing 
bulge in his shorts now. Idly, I wonder what it looks 
like. I decide to try and play innocent so he'll show 
me.

I ask him what's in his pants. He looks startled. I 
pretend not to understand. He says that when I 
accidentally touched him... but then stops.

I ask him again. He tells me, reluctantly. I pretend to 
be simply curious and ask him if I can see. 

He quickly refuses me, saying it's wrong. 

My curiosity is growing faster.

I tell him it doesn't matter, since nobody is here with 
us and nobody can see us.

He still refuses.

I decide to get rid of the act. I stroke him through 
his damp shorts. I can feel the hardness of it.

He groans, in pleasure, I assume.

I stroke it again. He groans again. He tells me to 
stop, but only very feebly. I know I have him now.

Running my hand up and down between his legs, I try to 
take it out of its cloth prison. 

He makes a move to stop me, but I'm too intent on my 
prize to quit now.

The moment I free it, his cock leaps up, hard and 
erect. I've never seen a real one so close before.

I'm not good with measurements but I think it has to be 
at least seven inches. Probably more.

I gasp in astonishment. My hand is still gripping the 
throbbing organ.

He just groans.

I stroke it again. I've seen pictures, read stories... 
but never held a real one before. It feels firm and 
smooth in my hand.

Briefly I visualize myself sucking on the magnificent 
thing. The vision goes away but it doesn't seem like 
such a bad idea.

I lower my head... and put it in my mouth.

Fritz just groans even louder. I think he's definitely 
enjoying this, even if he doesn't want to.

His cock fills my mouth. I suck on it, swirling my 
tongue around the head. I read somewhere that guys 
enjoyed that. I also read about something called "deep 
throating". I wonder if he'd like that. 

I try to gulp down his hard pole but it proves harder 
than I'd thought. Meanwhile I'm still running my hands 
up and down the length of him, gently pushing his balls 
with every stroke.

He makes more sounds of pleasure.

Something is different though. This time he sounded... 
strange. 

His hands have flow to my head. He's pushing me down on 
his cock, forcing me to take him deeper and deeper. At 
first I'm frightened, but I have to remind myself that 
I started it. In fact, I'm actually starting to enjoy 
pleasuring him like this. Knowing that he's married... 
with children... only adds to the excitement.

He finishes by holding my head close, and cumming in my 
mouth. I've never tasted cum before. His cock is too 
far down my throat to really allow my tongue to reach 
any of it though. A hint of saltiness, then it's gone. 
He takes himself out of my mouth. It proves to be 
messy. 

His seed sticks to him, and dribbles down my face when 
he removes himself. I can taste it much better now. 
It's only unpleasant until I get used to it. 

Between his legs it's gone somewhat limp. He says he's 
sorry that he did that, and that it's wrong, and never 
should have happened. I tell him I don't mind. I 
confess that I actually enjoyed it. I can see by his 
face that he's relieved... and yet worried... by my 
answer. It's probably just his conscience. I'm past 
caring.

I touch his inert tool. He tells me not to, says it's 
true he found pleasure in my mouth, but that we can't 
do it again. I ignore his protests. I have something 
else in mind for him.

I grab his cock and stroke it furiously. It's up again 
quickly. Once again he's swallowed by the pleasure of 
it. 

While he's leaning back, closing his eyes, I quickly 
remove my underwear. I position myself above his 
upright erection, and plunge myself down onto it.

At first the feeling is painful. After a while, though, 
the pain ebbs away and I'm left with a feeling of 
fullness. It feels good. 

He opens his eyes, and, seeing me impaled on his cock 
like a vampire on a stake, he panics. He tries to get 
up, but only manages to get himself buried deeper 
within me. I work myself up an inch, then down. I can 
see that he's fighting the idea of just letting me do 
what I want. I have him pinned to the floor though. He 
can't move without shifting himself inside of me, which 
would increase the pleasure and decrease his willpower 
to stop.

I slide myself up and down again, coming up two inches 
this time, then plunging back down.

Three inches up. Three inches down.

Four. Five. I can't seem to get his last two inches 
inside of my twitching cunt. What's there feels 
glorious though. Faster I go. He squirms, but doesn't 
resist. I almost feel like his massiveness could tear 
me apart. He's the first I've ever had. 

I tried once before, with a carrot. I'd pretended it 
was him, and slid it in and out of my cunt as fast as I 
could go. I'd only gotten that in five inches, too.

Back to the present. It seems he's finally given in. Or 
should I say, taken over. His instincts seem to drive 
him and he grabs my hips and slams me down on his hard 
tool. Gasping through the pleasure, I realize I now 
have six inches in me. He lifts me, and slams me down 
again. Seven inches. He repeats this several times, 
almost taking himself out of me, then plunging me down 
his whole length. 

I've never felt anything this good before. I never want 
it to end. After a few more frenzied strokes, however, 
he stops. He's fully inside of me now. 

I look at his face. It's the same expression as last 
time, when he came in my mouth. It barely registers 
before I feel something hot leaping out of the fullness 
inside of me. Slowly I take myself off of his cock. 

His cum empties out of me in a white flood. It runs 
down my inner thighs and legs, hot and sticky. I reach 
inside myself and dip my finger into some of it. I put 
it on my tongue. I can taste it... along with something  
sweet. I guess it must be me.

Lost in my thoughts, I don't notice him moving. When I 
finally see him he has the unused candlestick in one of 
his hands. 

I ask him what he's doing. He says that I started it, 
and I'll have to finish what I started. He walks over 
to me quickly, and puts his hand on my still dripping 
cunt. 

I sigh, half shivering. He puts a finger inside me. I 
try to get it deeper, but he withdraws it. Then 
something colder, harder is pushed into me. I look down 
and see that he's stuffing he with the candlestick. The 
second of shock is replaced by intense pleasure as he 
begins fucking me with it. In and out, faster and 
faster. I close my eyes and don't see him moving behind 
me. 

Suddenly I feel something. The candlestick is still 
inside me, moving in and out at light speed, so I 
ignore it and focus on the pleasure instead.

I feel it again. His free hand is on my ass, parting 
it.

Something inside my head says no, but the rest of my 
body says yes. Now he's rubbing a finger on my thigh, 
covering it with our combined juices. He eases it into 
my ass. 

I gasp, half in surprise and slight pain. He begins to 
move the finger in and out, slowly. After a while it 
starts to feel good. I give in to the feeling, the 
candlestick working on my cunt and his finger 
penetrating me from behind. The finger is soon replaced 
by something much larger.

He slides his cum soaked cock into my ass, very slowly 
so as not to cause me pain. It feels mildly 
uncomfortable at first. As he speeds up however, I 
think I can understand why some women like this. The 
feeling is still a bit odd, but it's starting to become 
pleasurable.

I open my mouth- and he jams his fingers in. Somewhere 
along the way they got splattered with cum; mostly his. 
I suck them until they're clean, then gently bite them. 
I'm too busy get fucked in all my holes to care what 
he's doing. In the back of my mind the little voice is 
screaming that he's violating me, but then another 
little voice tells it to shut up and stop being a 
hypocrite and they both fall silent.

He stops moving the candlestick, and I can feel him 
grow rigid. It can only mean he's going to cum again. 
I'm right, and moments later I feel him shooting his 
seed into my ass. Again and again he spurts, filling me 
up with the creamy white jizz.

He takes everything out of me then, and sits down on 
the floor, exhausted. I half sit, half collapse, next 
to him. I can feel his hot cum still dripping off my 
body.

He leans over- and kisses me. I find it funny that I've 
lost my virginity before my first kiss. But it doesn't 
matter. I kiss him back, and feel him sliding a finger 
into me again. My cunt muscles suck at it, inviting it 
deeper. He pulls it out and in a few times, then takes 
it out and puts it in my mouth. I lick it obediently.

My cum is sweet, unlike his. 

Tired, I fall asleep on his shoulder.

When I wake up it's morning. He's gone. There's a note 
on the floor that says thanks, and that he'll see me 
again at the volunteer organization where we're staying 
to work.

I notice that there's fresh cum between my legs. It 
looks like he had one last go before he left.

I put a finger into it, suck the cum off, and smile.

Maybe this volunteer thing wasn't such a bad idea after 
all.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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