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Sexual Perversions - 14
by Strangesub (strangesub@yahoo.com)
***
Once in college, Greg can barely get fucked. He gets
laid by Sophomore, then he fucks a young black boy; and
finally finds a girlfriend the next summer. (MF-teens,
bi, oral, anal, reluc, rom)
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PART 14
It was 1972, I was 18 years old, and finally on my own,
in college.
One would think that having sampled all of the
hedonistic pleasures that were mine - getting fucked;
being practically raped; fucking and sucking with the
rich and famous and the cool and beautiful - I would now
be a major stud.
It was depressing.
I should have been free as a bird, ready to fuck like a
bunny but, in the immortal words of Buzz Lightyear, I
was a sad, little man.
I had chosen to gone to Dunwoody University, a
prestigious private college located in the North woods.
One of the reasons that I had wanted to go there was
that it was in the North woods, isolated from
everything; in a small town in the middle of nowhere.
Oh, also because I was a stoned, space out boy without a
clue as to what I wanted to do or where I was going in
life.
I rapidly discovered that I had made an error.
Dunwoody had its own 18 hole golf course; its own riding
stables; its own ski slopes; canoe house; lodges in the
mountains; indoor track; weight rooms; swimming pools;
etcetera ad infinitum. And the less than 2,000 students
who went there were the kind of kids who were used to
this kind of life.
All Prep school graduates. Neatly combed, conservative,
potential pre-med students and inheritors of daddy's
businesses. The radicals among them might wear "mod"
clothes, the precursor of disco. And here I was, a long
haired, scraggly bearded, hippie dressed, flower child
freak. I had gone from being king of my high school;
king of the road; a sexual stud; to being too bizarre to
accept into a fraternity. Not good.
After my outrageously good times fucking Robin and Sarah
and Ellen and getting fucked by a rock star and fucking
rock groupies; even getting suddenly used as a fuck boy
for truckers, I figured that I had conquered all fears,
inhibitions and that I was fantastically attractive. Not
true. I was as unsure of myself as I had ever been, and
I had no friends to support me in my misery.
I spent a lot of time getting stoned ( a big no-no at
Dunwoody) and jerking off in my eight foot by twelve
foot freshman dorm room, built in the late 1800's.
I got turned down for dates.
The ones who went out with me turned down my clumsy
attempts at seduction. I couldn't pick up girls in the
local bars or at the frat / freshman / dance / beer
blasts.
I tried masturbating in semi-public places again to get
my jollies. Outside on the golf course or in the woods
when it was warm enough - I would get naked and jerk
off. But it was still not an adequate substitute for
real sex. I didn't even have my porn novels at college.
I fantasized about all the things I had done - even
getting sucked off by Dan or sucking off Coach Doyle.
I became a movie projectionist and I would lock the
booth and strip naked during any "hot" movies I was
showing and jerk off while the students watched the
screen ten feet in front of me. However, my solitary
perversions were starting to bother even me.
Finally, in the latte fall, I managed to convince one
frizzy haired sophomore to come back to my room during a
dance. I had said something foolish like, "you want to
come back to my room and get high?" to her and she
accepted.
When we got to my room, I got out the workings for a
joint, but she was rather blunt and said, "Well, are we
going to fuck?"
I was somewhat taken aback. I had been scoring so low on
sex that I didn't know how I was supposed to proceed
with this brash opening on her part. I went to her
hesitantly and took her into my arms. She kissed me.
When our lips met, she immediately stuffed her tongue
into my mouth and crushed her body to mine. After no
more than about thirty seconds of this, her hands were
busy at my waist, undoing my pants, which she opened,
freeing my erection. She slid down my body to her knees,
grasping my stiff cock and taking it into her mouth.
Instantly, her head was bobbing up and down on my hard
member in a somewhat clumsy fashion.
In spite of the fact that I had been so long without
sex, I was barely turned on and this fact alone really
weirded me out. I was afraid that I was going to lose my
erection (the first and last time I was ever worried
about that, ha! The more pertinent problem was how to
keep the perpetual erection from showing, especially
when I didn't usually wear underwear), so after a minute
or so of her cock sucking, I pulled her up and we
rapidly disrobed. She was thin with small tits and
tight, kinky pubic hair that matched her frizzy head
hair. I laid her naked body back on to my small, dorm
room bed and she spread her legs open for me.
I knelt between her legs, reaching for her small breasts
and kneading the nipples with my fingers. I placed my
now trembling erection at her cunt hole and pressed into
her, shoving my cock to its hilt, burying myself in her
vagina. She was barely wet when I entered her, but I
instantaneously went over the edge and shot my load into
her young cunt. She ground her crotch against mine in
frustration, but I was done and I lay on top of her,
enjoying her humping me now than her pussy was soaked
with my sperm. I don't think she got off herself, but
she was nice enough not to show how disappointed she
must have been. She gradually just stopped moving
beneath me as my erection softened.
I got off her and sat on the edge of the bed as she got
up and started to get dressed. She looked at me in that
peculiar, sultry manner that young girls of the sixties
had at the time and started doing a reverse strip tease
as I sat on my bed naked, watching her. It was an
interesting show.
She deliberately spread her legs as she slowly put on
her bra and shirt, and I could see my sperm clinging to
her kinky pussy hairs. All the while she stared at me,
judging my reaction. I smiled at her behavior, feeling
more relaxed now that we had fucked and I was still
nude, even though she was obviously taunting me a bit.
Then, she slowly turned around and remaining standing,
she bent over without bending her knees and started
putting on her socks and shoes. Her legs were still
spread and her asshole and cunt were staring me in the
face. I watched my cum actually dripping out of her as
she took her time.
And now... my dick was hard again... I reached out and
touched her ass.
She wiggled it in response, so I moved my fingers to her
open pussy, spreading my sap on her inner thighs. She
murmured softly and remained bent over. I continued
manipulating her cunt lips, rubbing our combined wetness
up her ass crack, over the exposed brown hole of her
bottom. She moaned in appreciation. Damn, she was
turning me on! She stood there and sort of swayed to the
rhythm of my hand, until I placed both hands on the
front of her still naked thighs, bent over and placed my
mouth on her wet cunt. A thrill ran through me as I
started sucking her flesh, saturated with my sperm.
She pressed her backside to my face and moaned, the tip
of my nose pushing directly into her brown asshole. I
stuck my tongue deep into the warm, drenched tunnel of
her vagina and breathed in the aroma of our fornication.
Combined with the musky smell of her ass, I was inhaling
a glut of raunchy sex. My cock was quivering with new
need.
"Ohhh, yes, that's, ooohh, nice," she moaned, her head
still near the floor.
I continued licking her vaginal slit, spreading her
wetness to her ass cheeks and crack. Then I started
kissing her sweet, tight ass, biting at the soft flesh
of her cheeks. I ran my tongue around in our juices and
touched the tip of it to her puckered hole.
"Ohhhhh,.." She moaned, "That’s so dirty."
I didn't know if she was complimenting me or protesting,
so, I ignored her and pushed my tongue into her tight
pink hole. She moaned again and I could feel her
sphincter clenching at my invading tongue. I wiggled my
it around the orifice and she started to tremble. I was
tasting the bitter raunch of her rectum and the salty
combination of our fuck juices. She pushed back against
my invading tongue and I buried my face in her thin ass
as she enjoyed the rim job I was giving her. After a few
more moments of giving oral pleasure to her funky
asshole, I moved back to her hot, wet twat. I dove in
lusting for the taste of her cunt. She jerked and
grunted loudly as my tongue invaded her cunt again.
"Turn around and stand up," I instructed her, now hot
with lust and wanting to face her horny cunt.
She did and I put my mouth back to her wet gash and
licked the nub of her clitoris. Her smell and taste
aroused me overwhelmingly. I increased my licking and
nibbling, grunting into her pussy as I tried to devour
her sex. She moaned and shook with appreciation at this
new assault. Eating pussy! I liked eating pussy! I liked
eating her asshole! I wanted to suck her juices, make
her moan and quiver. And she obliged me, humping my face
with her hot slit.
With my mouth still fastened to the moist flesh of her
vagina, I grabbed her naked ass, turned her around and
sat her down on the bed next to me, following her cunt,
sinking to my knees, all the while licking and sucking
her wet hot fuck box and hard red clit, until she
finally exploded in orgasm.
"Uhh, Euhh, uhh, uhh, uhh," she mewled in high pitch
tones as her hips bucked into my face, grinding her
pulsating sex into my mouth. "You're making me cum with
your mouth. Uhh, uhh, uhh,"
Before she was done jerking, I got up and, awkwardly
positioning myself as she lay half across my small bed
and half on the wall, I again plunged the length of my
hard meat into her hot love tunnel. She gasped and
moaned as I slammed my cock in and out, fucking her hard
and deep. I came again quickly, jerking my body, spewing
my cum deep inside her, my prick buried in her belly. I
rubbed my crotch over hers, grinding my pubes into her,
in blissful splendor at this joining of our two bodies.
I finally pulled out and rolled over, slumping in the
corner of the little twin bed of my dorm room.
She finished getting dressed as I started snoozing,
asking me if I wanted to come back to the dance. I
couldn't believe she was actually going back, but I just
mumbled no and lay there naked as she opened the door
and stepped out into the hallway.
She was friendly to me afterwards and I think she was
waiting for me to ask her out, but I was lost in my sad
fantasy world of Playboy Bunnies and Penthouse Pets.
Somewhere in my addled brain I had figured that if I
could fuck a babe like Sarah or even Robin, I deserved a
really good looking girlfriend, and my frizzy haired
fuck didn't qualify. Thoughtfully and stupidly I didn't
even use her again to get my rocks off. I deserved
better..... Ha.
When I hitchhiked home for breaks, everybody whom I
could possibly fuck was always away or unavailable, so I
was again sexless for several months, well into the
winter. I brought back several of my porn novels to
college with me and I pulled my pud in isolated boredom
in my little tiny dorm room.
Then I met Ivy.
He was a slim black student at a nearby State
University. He started talking to me as I was serving
breakfast one morning (I worked in the kitchen for extra
money) and we had a funny conversation about religion
and how men used to kiss each other without fear. Now,
as many sexual experiences as I had had with men, I had
never knowingly talked to a gay man who was coming on to
me. So, I just thought Ivy was just being friendly. I
was still sort of a stupid dweeb. After breakfast, he
asked if he could stop by sometime and, as lonely as I
was, being surprised that this good looking, cheerful,
and sensitive black guy wanted to be my friend, I
eagerly invited him to my dorm room.
He stopped by that evening (I never did figure out what
he was doing in our dining hall at breakfast - probably
looking for a new white boy to shag.... ), and I invited
him in. There was no place in those little tiny dorm
rooms to sit except for my bed, so we both sat down,
side by side. I thought it was odd when he resumed the
conversation about men kissing men, as it was really
apropos of nothing, but I was still happy to shoot the
bull with him. When he suggested that we kiss so that I
would know what it felt like, I finally figured out that
maybe he wanted to kiss me... What the fuck, I was horny
enough to try. We kissed, full on the lips I felt his
tongue slip in, probing my gums, licking my teeth and
entering my mouth.
He pushed me back onto the bed, and continued kissing me
hard and passionately while groping at my crotch. I was
only wearing loose sweat pants with no underwear, so my
instant hard on was readily apparent and available to
his questing hand. He caressed my stiff cock through the
material of my sweat pants with one hand and started
pulling down the waistband with the other.
Yes. Well, I was hot. This guy wanted to have sex with
me. And, he was better looking than my hand. What the
fuck..
I helped him pull off my sweat pants, freeing my stiff
cock. He leaned over and took me in his mouth.
"OOhhhhhhh," I moaned, leaning back. It felt so good.
Even as he sucked my aching tool, he continued to
undress me until I was entirely naked. Then, as he still
fervently licked and sucked my throbbing member, he
undressed himself until he was as naked as I.
He had a very slender, very well muscled, very black
body. His dark, elegant hard cock was no thicker than
mine, but slightly longer. It was also very black. I was
fascinated. I reached out to touch it as Ivy continued
to suck me up the wall. It was smooth and velvety to my
touch and he moaned in appreciation.
Ivy pushed me back onto the bed and still running his
hot tongue up and down my quivering prick, he straddled
my body in a sixty - nine, so that his pulsing cock and
balls hung before my face. I opened my mouth and started
licking the already wet tip of his dick. As soon as I
got his cock head past my lips, he lowered his hips,
driving the length of his hard black meat into my mouth.
I was so excited and turned on. My own hips shook and
trembled at his hot mouth on my cock while he fucked my
mouth with his long, hard rod. He kept pushing down,
down as far as he could, threatening to choke me, and
then he would withdraw and violate my oral cavity again.
And again. And again.
"NNnnngnghhhhh," I groaned around his hard cock in my
throat.
I was a fuck machine and I loved the sensation of his
mouth on my eager meat.
"Yeagh, mmm, yeagh, mm, mmmmm," I panted feeling the
beginning of that sensation, knowing I was about to cum.
Then he pulled his mouth off of my hard dick and
squirmed around on the bed, pulling his cock from
between my lips.
"I want you to fuck me," he said.
I just gaped at him rather stupidly while he laid back
on the bed, opening his legs and holding them apart with
his hands, exposing his smooth brown ass and dark brown
asshole.
He wanted me to fuck him? My steel hard rod was waiting
and willing, but my mind was confused. As far as I knew,
according to my porn books and real life, getting fucked
in the ass was something that was done to you by someone
else, not something you invited in...
"Come here," he said, "See if you can get me wet."
All at once, I was weirded out again. He wanted me to
fuck him, but first to lick his asshole and I didn't
really want to - the thought repelled me, even though I
had tongued a nice girl ass a few months before and
loved it. I wet my fingers and pressed them into Ivy's
shithole. Two fingers easily popped in.
"Go ahead," he breathed out. "Put your cock inside me."
Fuck it. I stared at his spread legs and waiting
asshole, my hand on my cock. I guided the tip of my dick
to his anus, which I could see was slightly open as he
pulled his ass cheeks apart even farther to give me
access. I slowly pushed the head of my cock into his ass
as Ivy grunted slightly, his butt quivering, opening his
crack wider, his stiff black cock trembling in front of
me, its tip wet with pre-cum and my saliva.
"Uuuuuhhhahhhhh," he moaned happily as my stiff manhood
easily slid into his open ass.
"Ohhhhh," I moaned, enjoying the tight sensation of my
hard prick buried in Ivy's black cunt hole.
My cock was buried in this black homosexual's asshole!
My crotch pressed against his balls; my balls hanging
the wide open crack of his ass!
I immediately started pumping my shaft in and out,
eliciting groans of pleasure from Ivy as he began
stroking his throbbing erection, his fist encircling his
own black meat. God. He felt so tight. And I felt so
perverted. Here we were, two stark naked fuckers, my
throbbing meat slamming in and out of his black ass,
burying myself to the hilt inside his asshole. My little
dorm room was sandwiched in between the rest of the
little dorm rooms; my door was right across the 4 foot
wide hallway from the Resident Assistant.
I had already gotten busted once for pot fumes under my
door. He used his master key and just walked in on me
getting high. I thought about what could happen now, if
he were to overhear us grunting away in heat, and walk
in to me driving my hot white dick into Ivy's black ass.
The thought made me hotter and I started groaning in
real passion. The hot friction of my horny cock sliding
in and out of his tight black anus made me moan as I
felt myself going over the edge.
"Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh, Fuckmeeee, uhhhh!" squealed Ivy as he
squeezed his hard black cock and started shooting his
white jizz up onto my stomach and chest.
"Unnnghhhhhh" I moaned, releasing my sperm into his ass,
shooting my cream deep into his guts.
I shuddered and trembled as I came, feeling his hot cum
splash against my red curly hair, soaking my front with
spunk.
"Oh, uh, oh, ou, uh," we groaned and jerked in rhythm,
cumming, spewing our juices.
I slammed into him as deep as I could go, making him
moan with pleasure and pain, raising his ass off my bed,
rubbing my sperm saturated chest against his smooth
black skin; slithering against him in hot ecstasy.
Finally, we stopped twitching and we lay there for
awhile, my cock embedded in his ass; his sperm soaking
into our skins.
He was a little aloof after we got dressed, but said he
would stop by and see me the next time he was at our
college.
I felt ashamed in the aftermath that I couldn't seem to
get laid, but I could be a homo again. Even worse, a
week later, my crotch started itching. I chalked it up
to crotch itch, but as time went by it got worse and
worse and finally I started noticing these orange stains
on my bed and pubic belly and chest hair. I went to the
college doctor. He told me I had lice.
Awwww. Yechh!
I was totally grossed out (I didn't even know that a
person who "bathed regularly" could get lice.) I ended
up shaving off all of my pubic hair and chest hairs.
Afterwards, which was about two months after I had
fucked Ivy, he came back again. Although the sex was
about an exact duplicate of the last time he stopped by,
he went wild over the fact that I had shaved. I didn't
tell him that it was because he gave me lice. Yechh. But
I was a horny little bastard and fucked him anyway. And,
yep, it was his lice. He left some behind. That time I
cleaned up rather carefully.
But I still couldn't get laid to save my life. I did a
nude modeling gig for the art class at Dunwoody - got
paid 20 dollars a sitting. After the art teacher saw
that I was shaved, he hired me to do a few more. But
even that didn't improve my sex life.
There was another chick whose name was Dara, who modeled
nude for the classes all the time and we did a couple of
sessions together. This was a short, hot looking black
babe with dark skin, large fat breasts, and a really
huge fucking black bush of beaver hair. She was vaguely
contemptuous of me because I was shaved, even though I
was letting my hair grow back. She indicated that she
thought it was faggy.
And, because I did, indeed, shave because I had fucked
some black guy, I wasn't able to put up a very sincere
defense and that depressed me even further. Dara was
practically the campus whore and she acted as if she
despised me. She came on to a friend of mine and he said
that he ended up fucking her five times in one night -
at her insistence! He thought she was nuts and said his
dick got really sore. But I, who was publicly almost
rubbing my naked bod against hers - she thought I was a
fag. Shit.
By the end of my freshman year in college, that was the
sum total of my sexual experiences.
Well, I did go back to my old habits of getting naked
and masturbating wherever I could get away with it. But
the only other public place I jerked off in a lot was
the small theater in the arts building. It was about the
size of a high school gym, but there was a place up
above where I could be hidden from view and nobody ever
climbed up there. I would lie there naked while a class
was going on or a theater rehearsal, pulling on my cock,
while studious little collegiates worked not twenty feet
away. I was usually stoned. I fantasized about orgies as
my sperm shot up and landed on my naked body.
As far as fucking goes, things could only improve.
And then, at long last, during the summer of 1973, sex
got better.
My friend Todd was ending his senior year in high school
when I got back from my freshman year at Dunwoody.
Andrea had split with him in the fall after she went off
to college, and he was severely depressed at the time.
She had simply decided that she needed to be on her own,
without the encumbrance of a boyfriend. I had talked to
her about it at the time and I'm pretty sure that it
wasn't that she just wanted to fuck someone else, but
wanted to "grow up" a little bit. I mean, they enjoyed
each other's company, but they spent an inordinate
amount of time fucking. C'est la vie.
Todd had long since recovered and had gone on to be a
studly dude in his in his senior year. At the point that
I returned from college, he had a girlfriend, Priscilla
and, a few weeks after school was out, we decided to go
swimming at the old quarry and he invited Priscilla and
her best friend, Pamela to go with us.
I was 18 at this time; Todd was 17; Priscilla, a junior
in high school, was 17; and Pamela, also a very smart
junior, was only 16.
The four of us went to this beautiful old quarry and
now, private lake, where we could dive off the rocks 15
feet into the water. Todd and I and most people who swam
there always went swimming in the nude and this time was
no exception. Except that we had neglected to tell
Pamela and Priscilla this small fact.
Todd and I casually got naked in front of both the girls
and another few couples who were already there. With the
other couples, one guy was nude, but the other wore
shorts. One girl had a bikini on, while the other was
only wearing panties, her rounded tits exposed for all
to see. Priscilla had a few heated words for Todd about
not telling her that we were going swimming nude, but
Pamela just started undressing. She smiled at me as I
watched her disrobe. I remember thinking with relief
that at least she didn't find my naked body
unattractive. Always the ego centrist...
She was wearing sandal thongs, which she kicked off, and
loose black pants. She had blue nail polish on her
toenails. She pulled down her pants to expose her
rounded thighs and blue pantie clad pussy. Priscilla was
undressing at the same time, but she was working from
the top down. Priscilla pulled off her shirt, revealing
a tight body and her nicely rounded breasts enclosed in
a delicate brassiere. As Pam pulled down her panties,
exposing a very hairy black bush, Priscilla pulled off
her bra, letting her compact globes swing free.
She had small brown nipples surrounded by large, brown
aureoles. Pamela unbuttoned her shirt, opening it to her
naked crotch and I could take in her short body as she
shucked it off. By the time she unhooked her bra and let
her large tits loose, I could appreciate that she had a
certain model beauty. Her hair was long, straight and
black. She had the large, brown Italian eyes and the
classic full, sensual facial features of a Raquel Welch.
She was short and her voluptuous body looked like a
small Venus with her large breasts and big nipples; her
waist flaring out to her thighs and more than ample ass.
Priscilla, also naked by this time was a little taller,
about 5' 8" with an athletic body. Her face was more
pixiesh and her brown hair was cut short. She was a lot
thinner than Pam and had less hair on her pubis. It was
fine and light brown.
They stood and looked at us as we looked at them,
Priscilla with a slightly defiant, "fuck you" attitude
and Pamela smiling shyly. Todd put his arm around me as
he gave them an exaggerated appraisal up and down. The
combination of their offhand striptease, their luscious
nudes forms and Todd's naked ass against mine, caused my
flaccid cock to begin to stir. I turned and dove into
the water.
Later, after we had been swimming and the other couples
had left, Priscilla and Todd lay behind a rock, making
out, he lying back with his cock still soft as she
kissed him and stroked his chest. Pamela and I talked,
our naked bodies inches apart. She joked about how
bizarre it was to get naked on a "first date." I was
relaxed and I didn't get aroused in the warm spring air
as we got to know each other verbally. I enjoyed eying
her comely form. Her pendulous breasts looked huge on
her short body. But they were young, 16 year old
breasts, and so were firm and smooth.
I was a little puzzled that she had so little
inhibitions about us being naked together the first time
we ever met because she made no move to kiss me or touch
me even though Todd and Priscilla were being intimate
not 10 feet away from us. I wanted to start stroking her
nice tits, but I didn't want to push it. She seemed to
like my laid back "hippieness." It seemed like the wrong
thing to do to simply start groping her succulent naked
bod. But I wanted to...
We immediately began dating and I met her family. Her
father was a world famous doctor and they were very well
off and lived in one of these new developments that
consisted of relatively large "mansions" on normal,
small plots of land. Pamela had a little sister, Annie,
14 years old and an older brother, Ron, 21. I also found
out that she was already going out with some good
looking black guy in the senior class in high school. He
was one of only two black guys in our lily white
suburban high school and he was, I was told, handsome
and pleasant. Hmmm....
Then, I also found out that she was a virgin.
The second time we went out, we went back to her house
afterwards. After saying hello to her parents, we went
upstairs to her bedroom and started making out. We sat
on her bed with the door open. She closed her eyes as I
planted my lips on hers and we kissed passionately, our
tongues darting in and our of each other's mouths. My
hands roamed her body - her shoulders and back, rubbing
down to her seated ass through her clothes, then moving
up and around to her front, cupping her clothed breast
with my fingers. She was wearing a black vest and white
blouse, and protested not at all as I slowly unbuttoned
her vest and removed it.
Her hands were moving on my body as I unbuttoned her
blouse. Her large breasts strained against a black lacy
bra. Pushing her shirt off of her shoulders, Pamela was
still compliant as I reached around and unhooked her bra
strap, freeing her beautiful boobs. Our mouths were
still locked together in wet, sensual kissing as my
hands covered her tit s and I pushed her down on the
bed. My questing tongue trailed down her neck and joined
my hands in manipulating and lapping at her stiffening
nipples.
She moaned in appreciation and pressed my head to her
breasts, her upper body moving against my face. Her
bedroom door was still open and her parents were home
downstairs, but as she didn't seem to care, I didn't
give a fuck.
My mouth was filled with large, stiff nipples and then I
continued licking her, maneuvering my lips down to her
belly in a long wet line, my hands still tweaking the
hard points on her chest. When I reached her pants, I
moved my hands to her buttons and zipper, undoing them
as my mouth worked on her delicious skin.
Again, she offered no resistance and lifted up her hips
to allow me to shove both her pants and panties to her
knees, laying bare her hairy cunt to my questing hand
and mouth. I pressed my face into her pubic hairs,
licking and sucking on her hairy mound, smelling the
pungent aroma of her sex, as I slipped my fingers into
the crack of her hot, wet vagina and her hips twitched
with anticipation. God. I couldn't believe this. I was
so horny.
She was lying there almost naked on her bed, my hand in
her crotch and the door to her bedroom was still wide
open. We were visible from the stairway and anybody
could walk up the stairs and see us. Breathing hard, I
stood up and closed the door. Then, I undid my belt and
began pulling down my pants and underwear as I stood
next to Pam, the pink, wet gash of her cunt visible
through her hairy beaver as her legs splayed open.
"Greg," she said tentatively as I pulled down my pants
and my hard cock sprang free, "I'm a virgin."
She reached out and grasped my stiff manhood in her soft
hand.
"What?" I replied, not sure what the fuck she was
talking about.
"We can't make love," she said.
Damn. It registered. She's a virgin?!! Fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck!
Her hand stayed wrapped around my throbbing prick and
she began moving her fingers up and down, squeezing
gently, masturbating my hard organ. I reached for her
hot, wet crotch again and again pushed my fingers into
her slick gash. She moaned again as I massaged the flesh
of her cunt and my head went back to her hard nipples.
Her hand never left my pulsing cock and she kept sliding
it up and down, jerking me off. I couldn't control
myself after so long and as I jammed my fingers into
her, I pressed my groin into hers, our hands touching,
our bodies trembling, I spurted my hot juices onto her
belly.
"Ohhh. Uhhh," I moaned in passion as I rubbed her
wetness as I came, her hand still wrapped around my hot
dick.
I rose up and shot a load of sperm onto my hand and her
steamy crotch.
"Unnhhhhh," I jerked as she continued to writhe against
me, my cum spurting meat covering her with spunk.
I lay there for a moment when I finally stopped cumming,
then I withdrew my hand from her cunt and wiped the
sperm on my hand on her pubic hairs, mixing it with the
jiz that I had already deposited. There wasn't enough
room on her single bed to lay down, so I sat up, my
pants still around my ankles and wiped myself off.
Pamela sort of smiled at me, but did have this ambiguous
look on her face like that of someone who has performed
a necessary task. I gave her some tissues to mop up my
spunk.
After we were both dressed again, she told me that she
was going to start taking the pill in a few weeks and
that after that, we could probably have sex. Only
"probably" - because she was still seeing this black guy
and I was about to leave town and hitchhike across the
country with Todd. At this point we weren't sure if I
was going to be her boyfriend or was she going to have a
black boyfriend. I didn't care. I was into free love and
getting high and I only had a week or so left with Pam.
So we continued to go out, come back, get naked and jerk
each other off in her bedroom.
It was weird that her parent's didn't seem to mind that
we spent this time alone in her bedroom. Pam never cared
if the door was closed or not. I didn't think about it
at all at the time, but she must have had some kind of
understanding with her parents. Again, I found it really
odd that they had to know that we were fooling around,
but simply let us do whatever we wanted. Her father,
when I saw him, which was seldom, even seemed to somehow
be giving me clandestine encouragement.
One time when I had her pants and panties all the way
off, and was sucking on her wet love tunnel, we heard
him walk upstairs. Pam simply threw a blanket over her
naked pussy and thighs as I sat there on the edge of her
bed, drying her juices off of my face with my sleeve,
while he paused at the doorway to say Hi. My nose had
just been in his daughter's cunt and everything smelled
like hot pussy, but we just chatted for a minute and
then he went to his own room. I closed Pamela's door and
finished eating her out... It was so odd... But, I went
with the flow. Pam and I didn't talk about it and they
seemed to like me.
Fuck it.
Continued in part 15...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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