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Sexual Perversions - 3
by Strangesub (strangesub@yahoo.com)
***
As 14 year old Greg wanders naked in the woods,
masturbating to his favorite fantasies, he is caught by
two older teenagers, a boy and a girl, and forced to be
the boy's oral slave. (mmf-teens, youths, bi, ws)
***
PART 3
I was 14 in 1968. I had spent much of the summer
getting naked in the woods and in the fields, jerking
off to my oldest brother's porn novels. I reveled in my
perversions.
At the very end of the summer, I was once more sneaking
around naked in the woods. I had left all of my
clothes, including my sneakers, near a creek that
bordered the woods/swamp where I was running around. I
stepped gingerly from place to place in my bare feet,
daydreaming about a Jungle Jane type woman as I gently
squeezed my semi-hard cock. This was almost routine by
now. Although I had never been caught, the whole thrill
was that I could. I had a sort of expanded awareness of
sounds and movements that added a sexual thrill to
everything.
On that day, I heard some voices from not very far
ahead long before I saw anything.
I froze and peered through the underbrush. Slowly and
silently, my heart pounding and my dick stiffening, I
stalked closer until I could see who it was. Totally
concealed by bushes and undergrowth, I got close enough
to see that it was Peter, Jimmy's older brother and
Ellen Black. They were standing up against a tree,
passionately kissing. Ellen lived on the other side of
me, also next door. She was "old," probably about 19,
as was Peter. She had long dark hair, a pretty face,
and a thin figure. But the Black's were real Roman
Catholic types. There were a lot of kids in the family.
There were two other girls near my age - Anna who was
the same age as I was, and Theresa, who was a year
older.
Once, when we were younger, probably about 8 or 9 years
old, I had tried to play "you show me yours and I'll
show you mine" with Anna. She agreed, but after I had
stripped down, all she would do was to take off her
shirt, giving me a show of pre-pubescent chest nipples.
She couldn't take off her pants "cause it would be a
sin."
Her sister Theresa and I were friends, and we had
actually held hands while we were playing at the creek
that bordered both of our yards. But I wanted to kiss
her and she wouldn't let me, because "she was
Catholic."
Now here was their good looking older sister making out
with Peter.
The fact that I am stupid has definitely led me to my
degraded state today. I should have snuck away and
gotten out of there. I was a buck naked 14 year old kid
in the middle of the woods with, what I considered, two
adults. But, I really, really wanted to see what they
were doing, so..... I snuck closer.
I managed to get about 10 feet away so that I could see
them, but I was still hidden. It was worth it. I could
see that Ellen's shirt was open and Peter's hands were
busy. He must be playing with her tits, even though I
couldn't see! He was grinding his hips into her crotch
and she seemed to be getting off on it. Jesus! Peter
and Ellen Black!
My hand was on my prick as I half saw and half
imagined what they were doing. He moved his mouth off
hers and his face ducked down to her chest where he
began licking her tits.
Then she started repeating "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!"
over and over, bouncing up and down.
Her hands were caressing the back of his head. He stood
up and I saw his hands move farther down to her shorts.
"Peter!" she said, her hands holding his, "I don't want
to get pregnant."
His back was to me, so I didn't hear his reply, but she
said, "No," except she was laughing as she said it.
Again, Peter said something I couldn't hear, all the
while he was still rubbing himself against her, his
hands moving at her waist.
"In my mouth!" protested Ellen. "You keep on asking
that... No! You like this," she giggled and her hands
were at his shorts.
At that moment there was a loud snap behind me and I
quickly turned to see a squirrel running away. Just as
quickly I turned back and saw both Peter and Ellen
staring directly into the bushes and into my eyes.
Oh Shit! They heard the noise too.
They looked.
They're looking at me.
Shit! No! I thought.
Inanely, I smiled feebly and my legs started turning
away. I had no idea of what I was doing and the first
thing I did was fall down.
No! no, no, no, I thought laying on my back, my naked
body scratched by the twigs and underbrush. I was
paralyzed with fear. Maybe they'll run away, I thought.
Maybe they really didn't see me. Maybe...
"Moran!" Peter's voice yelled, "Is that you?"
He sounded pissed.
"Was that Greggy, Peter?" said Ellen's voice
plaintively and to my ears, breathy.
"Greggy Moran, get your butt over here," demanded
Peter.
"Uh, I can't," I croaked in fear, still lying on the
ground.
"Why not?" said Peter.
"Uh, I don't have any clothes on?" I said stupidly.
"Wha?!! You little pervert!" Peter came running over
and grabbed me by the arm.
My lightly haired cock was sticking straight out and
up, in spite (or because of?) my pounding fear.
"You pervert!" he repeated, looking at my hard dick.
I heard Ellen giggle. Now that was strange. Here, she
was caught making out, with her shirt open and she was
the one giggling. I was buck naked with a hard on and
she was giggling. Weird.
I had no notion of what was going on in the sixties at
that time, so it didn't occur to me that she was
probably stoned. In retrospect, she must have been,
because to this day I can't imagine the prim and
proper, very Catholic, Ellen Black acting like a total
whore.
Peter was holding my arm tightly. I wouldn't look him
in the eye, and looking down, I could see his stiff
dick bulging out of his shorts. He was not paying
attention to it in his anger at me. My mind was still
numb when he said in my ear, "Jimmy told me you were a
little pervert. I thought it was more of his lies when
he said you gave him blow jobs."
"What!" I protested, jerking my head up, "I never..."
"Really?" interrupted Peter. "What? Did somebody steal
all your clothes and shove you out here? Is your
fucking dick always hard?"
He turned and pulled me over to Ellen, who was holding
her shirt closed. She looked at my naked, aroused body
with amused fascination.
"He's a faggot," said Peter. "He gets his kicks
watching people and giving guys blow jobs."
"No," I protested again; "Shut up," Peter said; "That's
sick," said Ellen - all at the same time.
"Jimmy told me about you giving him blow jobs. He even
described your prick to me," Peter whispered in my ear.
"How did he know that, if you're not a homo?" He was
really pissed off.
"You're a homo?" said Ellen and she giggled again.
"Really?"
Unconsciously, she let her shirt fall open again. Her
breasts were only a foot away from me and they were
beautiful. They were smooth and firm and her pink
nipples were hard. I wanted to reach out and touch
them.
Peter said, "Look, he's getting off just thinking about
it," nodding at my stiff cock, which was throbbing
again with a life of its own.
"That's disgusting," Ellen repeated, turning her head
away. "That's what you wanted me to do."
"Yeah, but he likes it, don't you Greggy," Peter said,
now grabbing me by both of my bare shoulders and
looking at me. "Watch this Ellen. He'll show you."
He pushed me down to my knees in front of him and said,
"Go ahead. Do what you want to do, faggot boy."
He unzipped his shorts and let his cock spring out.
I stared at his hard manhood half out of his shorts
along with his bushy pubic hair and tried to figure out
what to do. My cock was aching hard, and I was turned
on, but not by the thought of sucking Peter, but by the
thought of fucking Ellen. At least that's what was
going through my mind.
"C'mon faggot," Peter demanded. "Take it out and suck
it. Or do you want me to tell everyone what a pervert
peeping Tom you are? Crawling around naked... trying to
find some homo cock. C'mon, this is what you want."
He grabbed the hair on my head and pulled my face into
his crotch.
"All right, all right," I said, my breath coming in
ragged gasps.
I didn't want him to tell anybody. I didn't want him to
beat me up ( I knew he sometimes beat up on Jimmy). I
just wanted to hide, but he had me on my knees in front
of him, so I gave in.
"Don't hurt him, Peter," said Ellen, hesitantly.
"This is what he likes. You'll see," said Peter,
rubbing his throbbing member against my boyish face.
Humiliated that Ellen was going to think I was a Homo,
I nonetheless put my hands up and pulled down his
shorts and underwear, freeing his stiff member. The top
was already wet and sticky and it was long and thin
like Jimmy's. I heard Ellen breathing behind me as I
put my mouth on the head of his tool.
He pulled me into his cock. I looked up at him with my
lips around his shaft and tried to say "please don't
make me do this," but it just came out as mumbles. This
was worse than any nightmare, sucking a guys man meat,
while a beautiful woman watched in squeamish
fascination, seeing evidence that I was, indeed, a
faggot.
Peter took his hands off my head and said, "Don't stop,
faggot."
He moved his hips back and forth and his cock slid in
and out of my mouth from my lips to my throat. I had to
grab his legs for support when he let go, and I was
almost helping him fuck my mouth.
I heard him say, "Oh, c'mere baby," and I felt him pull
Ellen to him. I looked up with my eyes and saw his
hands grab her naked breasts and move her toward him.
She giggled again and came to him, her mouth on his.
Her tongue darted out and licked his mouth, slipping
inside. My mind was trying to take in her licentious
behavior. I couldn't believe that this sister of Anna
and Theresa's could be such a easy slut!
Here some bare assed kid was being forced to suck her
boyfriend's cock and she was letting him play with her
tits while it happened! I tried to get angry at her,
but the power of the situation and the fact that her
boobs were just overhead with Peter's palms on her
fleshy globes, his thumbs manipulating her hard
nipples, left me with a hopeless longing. My shaft was
rigid with desire, but here I was, acting as Peter's
mouth cunt.
Peter continued to move his hips, now fucking my mouth
with a slow intensity. I had no where to go and
continued to submit to this degradation, somehow hoping
that maybe I would be able to touch Ellen before this
was all over. She moved closer to Peter and her bare
leg was rubbing against my naked body. God! My erection
was pulsing now. I discreetly tried to rub myself
against her as she was trying to rub her crotch against
Peter's thigh.
"Peter!" she said into his mouth.
"Oh, Ellen," he breathed, "This is wild."
"Peter," she repeated taking her mouth off his, "he's
in the way." She nodded down at me.
I froze, aching with longing, my mouth full of cock.
Peter took his hands off of her tits and placed one
behind my head and pulled me hard onto his pole. I
gagged as my face was crushed into his flat belly, my
lips were mashed by his pubic hair and his cock savaged
my throat. I could feel his other hand move into
Ellen's shorts as the material rubbed against the side
of my face.
"Peter!" she said insistently, "I don't want to get
pregnant!"
"Shhhh," he said as his face moved down to her exposed
breasts and his hand maneuvered its way around to her
crotch, "I promise you that you don't have to even
touch me at all. My thing won't be anywhere near you."
He let me slide back off his dick somewhat and actually
smiled and winked at me! while he started tonguing her
stiff nipples. I felt completely victimized.
She gasped and moaned slightly, "Ohhhhhhh," as her
hands went to the back of his head again.
She now offered no resistance now as Peter unzipped her
shorts and started working them down around her hips.
She stepped away from my side, wiggled her thighs a
little and the shorts fell down to her ankles. She
stepped out of them. Peter had let go of my head now
and had both hands at Ellen's waist, one shoving down
the front of her panties and the other down the back,
along her ass. He was still moving in and out of my
mouth, enjoying the sensation of my young lips on his
hard meat.
I started really sucking him, wanting to get this over
with. The smell of Ellen's hot pussy only 6 inches away
from my head was starting to make me crazy with lust.
In the humid summer heat, the sweat was dripping off of
my naked boy flesh, saturating me with the carnal
smells of fucksex.
I could feel Peter's hand working its way into her wet
snatch inside her panties. I wanted to turn and lick
her musky cunt hairs. Peter moved his mouth back up and
whispered, "Pretend he's not even there," into
Ellen's ear and his tongue started licking the inside
and her earlobe.
"Oh God!, God, God," Ellen moaned as she shook her
head, obviously overwhelmed by the reactions of her
lusty, 19 year old body.
She pushed her own panties off as Peter thrust his
finger deep into her dripping box. He clasped her now
naked ass and pulled her closer so that her pussy and
the back of his hand were rubbing against my head. Her
slick naked legs were sliding against my wet, naked
body as she humped his hand and my head. Peter sped up
his thrusts into my mouth and I again had to hold on
tight to his slippery, sweaty thighs to keep him from
choking me.
He tried to move his chest against her exposed tits and
that drove him further into me. Their mouths were
locked together and he removed his hand from her wet
pussy to run it up her naked ass, up her back, and to
pull her flapping shirt off her shoulders. I felt it
fall on my legs, but I couldn't see anything as her
cunt ground into the back of my head, forcing my face
back into Peter's belly, his thin tool driving into my
throat. She started humping me, practically climbing
over me until her legs were spread wide open.
I could feel her wet cunt flesh on the back of my neck.
She was pressing against me so hard that my boy meat
was being pushed into the ground as her weight and
frantic movements drove me down. Peter had to slide
down the tree and bend his knees to keep his dick in my
mouth. My whole body reeled as I felt her slippery
cunt, her wet juices, mixing with my sweat, trickling
down my back, as she ground her flowing vagina into the
back of my head and neck.
"Oh GOD! GOD! GOD!," she screamed, throwing her head
back, bouncing up and down, slamming into my shoulders,
driving my knees and cock into the dirt, her sweat and
her liquid pussy drenching my body and dripping down my
back.
Her hands were grabbing my shoulder blades, trying to
force me harder against her as she exploded in orgasm.
"OH JESUS!" she moaned and her body shivered and
jerked.
Peter was slamming his hot tool into my mouth now as he
grabbed Ellen's ass cheeks with both hands, his cock
fucking me furiously, slamming into my throat. Each
time he pulled Ellen towards him, her cunt would shove
my head onto his engorged phallus.
"YES! OH YES! I'M FUCKING YOU BABY!" Peter yelled, his
hips bucking wildly as he shot a huge hunk of sperm
into my throat.
He shot again, his goo filling my mouth. My head was
totally trapped and I couldn't breath. I felt Ellen's
hands go to Peter's and she moved them off her ass and
slid off of my back as he orgasmed again. I frantically
swallowed, trying to inhale through my nose. His cum
kept on filling my mouth!
When Ellen finally stepped back, I pushed away from
Peter's dick, gasping for breath. He quickly moved his
hand from my head and grabbed his spurting tool,
jerking it, his spunk continuing to shoot onto my face.
I collapsed onto the ground bending over, coughing up
gooey sperm as he ejaculated onto my sweating naked
back and neck.
Finally I rolled over and lay down, not caring that my
erection was still pulsing in the air. I could feel the
cum dribbling down my face. I looked up and saw Peter
squeezing the last drops of semen out of his cock and
shaking it onto to me. I saw Ellen, totally nude,
looking down at me as if from miles away. Her cunt
hairs were dripping with her secretions and I could
still smell her from down on the ground.
God, she was beautiful! Hot sweat covered her bare body
with a fine sheen and it dripped from her hard, firm
breasts. Even her large, brown nipples were wet as they
rigidly pointed out from the tips of her tits. She
looked as if she had been sculpted from wet clay. My
own dick jerked as I watched her and my hand
involuntarily moved toward it.
"Wow," she said, in an orgiastic daze, looking at my
young, trembling, abused body, "You really like that?"
Then, for the first time since I got there, she
demonstrated what I would have thought would have been
an instinctive modesty. Maybe it was because she was
naked with two boys, one half dressed, who had cum
dribbling from his exposed cock; and the other totally
naked with a wet, throbbing hard on, covered with dirt
from the woods floor, cum on his face, dribbling from
his mouth, and who was staring at her with unfulfilled
lust. Whatever it was, she suddenly looked uneasy, and
grabbed her panties and shorts, pulling them on swiftly
over her slick thighs and ass.
She then grabbed her bra and said nervously, "I gotta
go Peter, I'm late."
She didn't look at me or wait for an answer from Peter
before turning her back and rapidly walked away, trying
to put on her bra on her slippery wet body as she went.
My heart was still beating rapidly but I was stupefied
as I lay there.
Then Peter prodded me with his foot and said, " I
should beat the shit out of you, you little faggot
homo, but since you didn't really hurt anything, I'll
let you live. Why don't you beat your meat? Let's see
how faggots do it."
My head was still spinning. It felt like someone had
already kicked me around. But my cock was still really
hard and I could still smell Ellen's pussy juices that
had saturated my neck and back.
"Go ahead faggot!" he repeated prodding me harder with
his foot. He put his fingers on his now limp dick,
still wet with cum, and pointed it at my face. "Go
ahead and jerk off."
I did not want to resist and I wrapped my fingers
around my throbbing meat. I was overcome with the fuck
smells and gooey sperm that permeated my vulnerable
naked form. The smell of Ellen's steamy cunt sent me
over the edge immediately and it only took a few jerks
before my hips rose and my jiz started flying.
My mouth opened and I squeezed my eyes shut as my fist
milked my manhood and my body convulsed. I felt my
boiling cum splatter on my chest and then I felt hot
piss pour into my mouth!
My eyes snapped open and as I shut my mouth I saw Peter
pissing on me in the throes of my orgasm. I
inadvertently swallowed some of his piss as I spit the
rest out, but my body was still shuddering and bucking
with a mind of its own while he sprayed my whole face
and then moved his fiery stream down my chin to my
chest, pissing his discharge onto my nipples, then my
belly and finally my hand and my cock and balls.
His piss washed tracks and splattered the woods dirt
that encrusted my groin. My hand and pubic hairs were
drenched with his piss as my own uncontrollable orgasm
finally subsided. He continued to douse my groin area
until he reached a dribble and then shook himself over
my face again. I turned my head away, totally spent,
spitting pee out of my mouth, degraded, humiliated and
in despair. My life was over. I closed my eyes and felt
hot tears leaking out.
"Next time I catch you spying, homo, you'll get a lot
worse than that," said Peter.
I heard him walk away as I lay there, naked, soaked in
sweat, covered with piss and cum, my hand still wrapped
around my penis, crying softly to myself.
I lay there for awhile, my mind a blank, thinking that
soon everyone would know about Greg the Homo, and
wondering what to do.
Ah, the recovering powers of a 14 year old!
After the dazed unreality of it all wore off, I
realized that there was nothing for me to do! Feeling
depressed and very sorry for myself, I snuck down to
the creek, washed myself off as best I could, got
dressed and went home and acted like nothing happened.
And for all that, nothing might have well happened.
Ellen always avoided me after that. I never really
spoke to her again and her family moved away about a
year later.
Peter was a different story.
Within days after this event, I was going over it in my
head and jerking off to its erotic thrill. In that
short span, it went from being the reality of a
degraded rape that could have exposed me for the
pervert that I was, to a favorite sexual fantasy
involving real cunts and tits and hard cock. I began
eating my own sperm to try and get the submissive part
right. In other words, my recovery was speedy and
adding a new twist to my twisted life.
By the end of the week, Peter's hard dick in my mouth
was something that I craved to try again (along with
licking Ellen's cunt and tits - I was very egalitarian
in my fantasies).
Continued in part 4...
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
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