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Sexual Perversions - 8
by Strangesub (strangesub@yahoo.com)
***
Seventeen year old Greg finally fucks his beautiful
girlfriend. Then, at survival camp during the summer,
he sucks the biggest cock he has ever seen. (mm-teens,
youths, 1st-bi-expr, oral)
***
PART 8
I was 17 years old in 1971 and had already had more
fucking homo experiences than most gay guys ever get in
a lifetime.
But I was still just a fucking 17 year old horny
teenager. I wanted desperately to fuck a girl. I was
going crazy with sex and I couldn't get fucking laid to
save my life.
So finally, in order to deal with me not wanting to be
a homosexual and in order to deal with my rude
awakening that one of my best friends was totally
queer, I did a mind fuck on myself similar to what I
had done when my father had let me get fucked when I
was 7 years old. I forgot about Kent and Hans and that
whole bizarre experience. Or rather, I added it to the
porn factory that went on in my head, relegating to the
realm of fantasy instead of something that actually
happened.
One thing that helped me do that was that, finally, in
the winter of 1971, I mustered up enough courage to
start going out with Dawn, a really beautiful girl who
was playing a minor lead opposite me in the school
musical. She dated me and seemed to like me, even
though she was a senior and year older than I was.
She was about 5' 6" tall, (I was about 6 foot tall now)
and had a very cute body. Long straight, dirty blond
hair, a round face with big hazel eyes and nice lips.
Her breasts were pert and medium sized, just right on
her thin, shapely body. She had nice hips and an ass
that she wiggled when she wanted it to. She wanted to
be a clothing designer. So her clothing was classy and
sexy. She would wear dresses slit down the leg that
were more enticing that mini skirts. She had loose tops
that made you look, wondering if she was naked
underneath. She looked hot.
I found out in time that she liked me because she
thought I was smart. (Although I was more mature by
this time, having been through puberty, talled up and
thinned out a little.) I still wore glasses, but my
hair was a normal length and I had started wearing
suits and ties to school or other odd looking, but
otherwise normal clothes. I was getting into the
weirdness of being "in the sixties" in 1971. (I had
actually seen the musical "Hair" the year before and I
wanted desperately to be a "hippie," but there was no
one, zilch, who dressed or acted like that in our
community.)
In spite of her alluring body and clothes, Dawn and I
progressed slowly - I was afraid that if I got sexual
with such a beautiful girl, I would be history. And
plus, I was still getting clandestine relief from Dan
the janitor. So I tried not to be an oversexed pervert.
After a month of dating and then passionate kissing
where I finally got into tonguing a girl and really
enjoying our mouths, I started trying to get her bra
off.
I spent some time in the dark little back room in the
Dun with Dawn making out, pawing her breasts and
unsuccessfully trying to free them. She resisted and I
was too chicken to force the issue. Then, spring came
and we started going to drive in movies. I got to make
out with her and fondle her body at the movies. But,
even though Dawn seemed to be okay with these clumsy
attempts at moving on sexually, she still wouldn't let
me get to her naked breasts or the hot flesh of her
pussy. One week after another hot, horny and hard
session in the front seat of my mom's car with Dawn,
still ineffectually trying to remove her bra where she
still wouldn't let me, I went on a weekend church
retreat with my youth group.
We went to another church out of state and all of us
stayed in one of the classrooms in sleeping bags, boys
and girls together.
I woke up late at night when everyone else was sleeping
and, true to form, I got up and started sneaking around
the building in only my underwear. I was in the main
sanctuary, behind the altar, thinking about getting
naked and beating off when Dale walked in.
Dale was a big girl who had a crush on me. I had known
her most of my life and we had gone out a couple of
times over the years. She really, really liked me. But
she was pretty fat (healthy, very attractive freckled
face, wavy black hair, smooth skin and 16 years old,
but fat - youth indeed is wasted on the young) and I
did not want to pursue her. Every so often, she
attempted to pursue me.
She was wearing an oversize buttoned up shirt as
pajamas. She saw me standing behind the altar and
managed to looked bewildered, shocked and intrigued.
"What are you doing, Greg?" she asked.
"Just walking around," I said, stepping out so that she
could see that I had my underwear on. (It was important
in my odd thought pattern just then that she had not
caught me "naked.")
"In your underwear? What if somebody sees you?" she
queried, walking up into the altar area.
"What are you doing up?" I countered, defensively
"I saw you get up," she said coyly. "I thought I'd see
what you were up to..."
"Well, OK," I said, anxiously now. She had walked up
and was standing in front of me. I felt a stirring in
my loins at this illicit situation. Then she tilted her
head back and closed her eyes, just like this was some
kind of movie or novel! This was not untypical of her
as she had a peculiar romantic streak in her, but it
was intriguing.
What could I do? I kissed her, her mouth instantly
opening. I slipped my tongue inside and she responded
with her tongue. My cock stiffened immediately and I
hugged her to me pressing my hardening manhood against
her leg. This was incredible! I had never been in a hot
kiss with Dale before, and certainly not when I was
half naked!
I was getting hotter and bigger as we continued
exchanging tongues. My hands were feeling her big ass
through the fabric of her shirt and I was practically
humping her leg when she broke away and breathed, "What
if someone comes in?"
I saw no chance of that, but I took her hand anyway and
led her behind the altar, where I had been standing
before.
"No one can see us here," I said, sliding down the
wall, facing the altar, my hand in hers. My dick was
sticking out, making a tent in my shorts, obviously
inflamed and needy, but I didn't care. My ordinary fear
that she would see my hard on and get scared was
replaced by a brazen lust. I invited her with a smile.
She gave me a warm look and sat down beside me. I
instantly started kissing her again, laying her down on
the stone floor. My mouth moved from her lips to her
neck, licking her, nibbling at her throat. My hands
were at her shirt front, at her breasts. She didn't try
to stop me. Oh man! After a couple of months of being
denied by Dawn, this was really hot! I alternately
fumbled with her buttons and massaged her large
breasts, feeling her nipples come to life beneath the
fabric, continuing to move my mouth from her throat to
her lips to her tongue to her face. She was moving her
chest in response to my roving hands and seemed to be
enjoying the attention.
She didn't seem to notice as I unbuttoned each button.
But she had to know when I was half way down and I
slipped my hand onto her naked flesh, exposing one huge
breast. She still didn't stop me! I cupped the hard
nipple in my hand, a sensual electricity running from
her breast down to my burning groin. I frantically
unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and pushed it open.
Her bare breasts were exposed in their young purity. I
was probably the first boy to ever fondle her perfect
mounds.
I was in awe. With her shirt spread on the floor, she
was naked except for her beige panties. Her fat body
was flattened as she lay on the floor. Her smooth,
white flesh was flawless. Her tummy was a virgin
territory that rolled down to her belly button, a
growth of black hair starting below it and increasing
until it disappeared under her panties.
She had magnificent breasts with large, dark nipples.
They were huge and well rounded. They were wet dreams
that stood straight up from her body, sagging not at
all - they were incredible! I licked at her hard
nipples, filling my mouth with her firm teats, wetting
her aureoles with my saliva. My hands kneaded the
fleshy sides of her tits, sliding over her pointy tips,
back down to her shoulders, her shirt, her back. My
heart was pounding and my dick was throbbing.
"Oh, yes Greg," she murmured. "Oh yes Greg, that's so
nice. Oh, Greg, I love you."
She sounded so hot and turned on. Her body writhed with
mine as I rubbed my steel hard erection against her on
the church floor, the cold stone sending little chills
to counteract our heat. I continued to knead one
massive breast with one hand, my mouth fastened on her
other burning nipple. With the other hand, I moved down
to her stomach, massaging her flesh, creeping toward
her panties. I felt the black curls of her hairy bush
peeking out, and I slid my hand over her crotch.
She moaned and she pushed her hot, adolescent pussy
against my hand. Oh God, I could feel that she was so
wet; her panties were wet! The thought overwhelmed my
senses and I felt myself being drawn farther into an
inferno of lust.
Dale promptly grabbed my hand as I began to try and
slide my fingers into her moist panty leg and breathed
out, "No, you can't."
I covered her mouth with mine, slid my tongue in to mix
my saliva with hers, and my fingers renewed their
assault.
"No!" she moaned into my mouth. She held my hand and
pulled it away, "Not until we're married."
I groaned with longing and went back to working on her
tits, licking and sucking the huge mounds, massaging
and squeezing them with my hands. I started to move my
body over her leg, rubbing my aching dick through my
underwear on her naked flesh.
This didn't seem to bother her. She started running her
hands up my back and down to my ass, finally pulling me
to her groin as I settled in between her legs, opening
her oversize thighs to accommodate me. She moved her
hips with mine, grinding our two crotches together, her
juices working their way into the front of my
underwear. I could smell her now, her hot sex smell
permeating the altar area. I humped my hard pole on her
wet pubis mound in such a way that my prick was
uncovered, sticking out the top of my underwear. I
rubbed myself up and down her vaginal crack through her
panties, touching the naked flesh of her belly with my
meat and then sliding down again onto her sopping wet
panties. I could feel her young flesh underneath mine,
our almost naked bodies rubbing together. My mouth was
on hers, my chest crushing her great tits. I felt her
rigid nipples pressing into my bare flesh. The world
was a white noise of mammoth breasts, vibrating
nipples, tongues and wet cunt. I felt my chafing cock
swell to an agonizing orgasm. Her hips were pounding
into my bursting rod.
"Ohh! Oh Greg, I love you," she moaned in passion.
"Uhhhhh," I pressed against her wetness as I came, my
pulsing dick shooting a load of sperm onto her steamy
crotch.
"Unnhhh," I jerked as another spurt of cum landed on
her belly. I kept on rubbing my cum spewing prick
against Dale's wet panty clad pussy as I shuddered and
twitched in pleasure.
When I was finally finished, I gave Dale a weak smile
and moved off her body. I didn't know what to do. There
was cum on her belly and her panties. It was sticking
to my dick and underwear and was immediately cold and
slimy feeling. I came down from my high and I was
embarrassed.
Dale, however seemed satisfied, and simply sat up and
buttoned up her shirt, closing it over our collective
wetness. She looked at me adoringly.
I got up nervously, pulling my cum stained underwear
over my prick and said, "Uh, I gotta change."
She remained on the floor, looked at my crotch, then
back to my face and smiled knowingly. "Sure, I
understand," she said.
Becoming more unsure of myself, and feeling very soiled
now, I fled the altar.
The upshot of this event was that Dale now considered
us engaged. She really considered us engaged to be
married. In her mind, the scene was a courtship and a
proposal and that was that.
I tried to take advantage of her again, trying to get
her pants off even while explaining that this was only
a mutual exploration - that we were not going steady or
were not engaged, but she wouldn't have any of it. Dawn
was still my girlfriend even though I would have fucked
Dale (or anyone) at the drop of a hat but, as the days
went by, Dale got increasingly more pissed off at my
denial of my "commitment," and finally, I just stopped
seeing her at all.
It took some long verbiage over several weeks and
callous disregard for her feelings to convince her that
we were not getting married. I had to more or less
flaunt my relationship with Dawn in her face
(especially as it immediately became "more active.")
Eventually she was dissuaded and recovered. It was a
glorious fuck, even though it wasn't, quite. She had
beautiful breasts.
But the main thing was that she made me really hot and
I squirted all over her panties and crotch which proved
to me anyway, that I was not just a homo.
So, the next week, with my new found manly self
assurance, I finally got Dawn's bra off at a drive in
movie.
We were engaged in our usual embrace. I started off
casually, my arm around her. She settled back into me
and I started nuzzling her cheeks with my lips, lightly
kissing her until she responded by turning her face
towards me, our mouths meeting. As we kissed, I gently
probed her mouth with my tongue. She responded with
hers, meeting mine and my lips pressed harder against
hers, my arms awkwardly drawing her to me, maneuvering
in the front seat of the car. This night, instead of my
ordinary mashing of lips and teeth that had been my
clumsy make out technique, I began kissing Dawn on her
neck, it's smoothness stretching out, open to my touch.
I remembered Dale and her passion and continued to lick
at Dawn's throat, and then I nibbled at her ears. She
sighed with satisfaction. When my fingers started to
tug at her shirt, pulling it out of her skirt, she
seemed not to care. I trembled as my hand slipped
inside her blouse touching her bare flesh, kneading her
skin, running over the smoothness of her belly. I moved
upwards and touched her bra, all the while showering
her face and neck with passionate kisses.
Then, as usual, she tried to stop me reaching under her
shirt and grabbing my wrist, exposing her flat abdomen
as her own arm lifted up her blouse.
"Greg... no," she breathed softly. "Please!"
For the first time since we had been dating, I didn't
stop. My hand kept up its incursion, feeling her breast
through her bra. I pulled her restraining hand away
from mine and held it as I massaged first one breast,
then the other.
"Ohh, Greg, oh, please, no," she sighed, shivering at
my persistence. My cock was stiffening in my pants as
my fingers moved from her sheathed titties to her warm
flesh. I let go of her hand and embraced her, both my
hands under her shirt, fumbling with the clasp on her
bra.
"No, Greg," she insisted, "I mean it."
She tried to squirm away but I continued to thrust my
tongue into her mouth and I finally loosened her bra,
quickly pushing it up and grabbing hold of her breasts.
"Noo, Greg..." she whimpered.
I lifted up her shirt and moved my mouth to her
nipples. I groaned in satisfaction as my tongue finally
lapped at my prize.
They hardened even as Dawn turned her head away in
dismay.
"C'mon, Dawn," I said, removing my mouth and gently
rolling her taut nipples between my fingers. My heart
was thudding in triumph. Her breasts were so smooth and
beautiful.
"They're so small," she said mournfully, "I wear padded
bras so no one will notice."
"No," I protested, completely taken aback, "they're
beautiful. I love your breasts."
I looked at them in appreciation and I realized what
she meant. Her bra did make her breasts look larger
than they really were, but I wouldn't have called them
insignificant (Unless perhaps if I compared them to
Dale's, but what did I know - those were the only other
breasts I had ever played with).
Dawn's breasts were indeed smallish, firm, athletic
looking tits that were smooth and matched her trim
body. Her brown, pinkish aureoles haloed each hard nub
that peaked flawlessly. I caressed them with my palms
and fingers, moving my mouth back to them, savoring her
flesh, the stiffness of the tips her nipples.
Dawn finally stopped resisting and let me minister to
her. She almost purred as she relaxed, happy that I
enjoyed her womanly charms. I continued stroking her
naked upper body with one hand, my other descending to
her waist. Now that I reached one treasure, my stiff
cock desired another.
I slipped my hand in the slit of her disarrayed skirt,
pushing it up and exposing her white nylon panties. I
moved my hand to the front of her humid pulsing pussy,
my fingertips stroking the damp cloth. Our tongues were
probing each others' hot mouths. My other hand was
stroking her freed breasts, playing with her nipples. I
pushed the elastic aside on her panties with my fingers
and touched her wet slot.
She whimpered and thrust her hips against my hand. I
squeezed my hand farther in, one finger probing her hot
cunt. My cock jerked and pulsed as I trembled with
passion. I reached for the waistband of her panties and
Dawn froze against me. One hand clamped around my wrist
and she pulled her gasping mouth from mine saying,
"Wait, do you have a protection?"
My balls were aching, but I realized that I didn't want
to get her pregnant.
I said, "No, but there are other ways to... uh... do
this."
"What do you mean?" she asked, her perfect exposed tits
inches from my eyes, my hard member sticky in my pants.
I punked out as usual. I couldn't bring myself to
discuss sex, sucking, hand jobs and whatever else with
her. Yes, I was a world class pervert, but only in
secret. Sex was dirty and I couldn't suggest
perversions to my beautiful girlfriend. So, after some
more unsatisfying pussy rubbing and tit sucking, we
went home, still unfulfilled. I jerked off to wild
fantasies of fucking Dawn forever.
I bought some condoms.
**
The following week was the senior class outing. This
was basically a party at someone's father's farm where
everyone got drunk and played around. Dawn asked me to
go with her and I was eager with anticipation. We
planned to spend the night there.
To make a long and miserable excuse for a story short.
I ended up drinking a half a bottle of Southern Comfort
(first and last time)and passed out in the back of the
car. When I woke up, at night, sick and very drunk,
Dawn was gone. I spent an hour or so wandering around
yelling "Dawn!" knocking (knocking?) on people's tents
trying to find her, annoying the shit out of many
senior class members who were, in fact, enjoying
themselves, fucking their girlfriends or boyfriends.
I finally found her in the barn, where she had been in
the hayloft with an old boyfriend. She was buttoning up
her blouse as she came down, but I never saw him and I
was in no condition to be jealous. We went back to the
car and slept and left later. The old boyfriend thing
barely registered and I didn't think about it until
many months later.
However, No fucking. Bummer.
Finally, again, several nights later, we were making
out in the front seat of the car in her driveway.
Again, she easily let me remove her bra. This time she
took it off in a business like fashion, leaving her
shirt on.I immediately moved down her body to her
waist, diving my hand into her crotch where I again
found a very wet, very steamy cunt. I was in heaven.
When I suggested we move into the back area of my mom's
station wagon, she had no objections whatsoever. She
removed her own skirt and panties and lay back half
naked, her moist cunt exposed for the taking.
I kissed her passionately, playing with her hot fuck
box, wetting my fingers in her delicious juices. With
her shirt open, she was practically naked. Not being
able to control myself any longer, I stopped and pulled
off my pants, exposing my eager hard manhood. As she
watched, I pulled out a rubber and inexpertly put it
on. Then, I put a pillow under her beautiful naked ass,
(I had read that this would make it easy for her,
assuming that she was a virgin) and knelt between her
legs.
She helped me by opening up her cunt lips and I bent
down, guiding my turgid shaft into her hot, wet,
delicious, soft, warm, cunt. At last, I slid into her
wet pussy, so new and so exciting. I moaned with such
satisfaction at achieving my long sought after goal.
She put her hands on my ass and I plunged into her, my
trembling erection buried to the hilt in her moist
grotto.
She huskily panted and said, "Be gentle," as I began
fucking her.
I came immediately, my hot seed spurting into the
rubber. After my orgasm subsided, I lay there,
uncomfortable, not sure of what to do. I finally pulled
out and as we got our clothes back on, my main thought
was:
This is it?!
That was It?!
That is what fucking is all about?!
It's more exciting when I jerk off. Getting my ass
spanked is more exciting than this.
Gay fucking homo fucking blow job perverted fucking sex
was more exciting than this!
It was a hell of a lot more thrilling humping my cock
on Dale's panties!
I just couldn't believe that that was that.
**
Well, in later years I realized that Dawn was a
physically reserved woman who needed someone more
knowledgeable than I was at that time to take charge
and arouse her... But she liked me a lot and wanted to
break down her natural barriers to physical intimacy.
She had let me fuck her for just that reason. (Although
she had also intimated that she was a virgin. She
wasn't, but I was ignorant at the time and gave her the
benefit of the doubt.) She had been truly self-
conscious about her breast size and she was genuinely
pleased that I didn't care.
Unfortunately, she was a young woman who was trying to
please and keep her man, and I was a hormonally crazed
pervert who was trying to find a hot hole to put it in.
We were working at cross purposes. Hell, I was working
at cross purposes - I wanted to fuck in the worst way -
to be nasty and kinky, and I also wanted to be a
gentleman. I didn't want to offend anybody by doing or
saying something gauche or inappropriate. So Dawn and I
talked nothing of sex and preferences. I didn't want to
be rude.
However. It was now the summer of 1971 and Dawn and I
went to the fields behind her house to talk one night a
few days after my disappointing twitch into her
reserved vaginal opening. And... we smoked pot.
She introduced me to my first joint and I don't
remember feeling high but it turned into...
A very hot and humid night. As we talked, we started
kissing and our tongues merged into lustful animals,
exploring each others mouths, dueling in desire. As I
caressed her lithe body, she reciprocated, moving her
hands to my neck and back in feverish excitement. She
laid back, no resistance at all, helping me, as I
undressed her, removing her blouse, then her bra. She
raised her hips for me as I slid her jeans down her
shapely legs.
As I remained fully clothed and she, only clad in her
panties, I toyed with her awhile. My hands and mouth
were at her breasts, slicked with sweat and rolling
with excitement. She arched her body so her stiff
nipples could reach my probing tongue and lips. She
cried out with desire as I wrapped her hair in one
hand, pulling her head back, so that her shapely neck
was taut and open to my assault. I slid my hand over
the concave firmness of her stomach, stopping to play
with her belly button as she quivered with passion.
"Ohhh. Ohhhhh, Greg, Greg, Greg!" she moaned, lost in
the sensations of sex.
My hand pushed itself into her panties and captured her
golden slit. She gasped and opened her legs for me as I
plunged my fingers into her hot wetness and spread her
juices over her crotch, grasping and covering her
vagina with my whole hand. Her hips lifted and I shoved
her damp panties down her legs, leaving her totally
naked and exposed.
She spread her thighs farther as first one, then
several of my fingers dipped into her hot box,
saturating her short pubic hairs with her secretions,
trickling her liquids down the crack of her ass. She
was rolling her head from side to side at my offensive
on her naked form and then she suddenly reached up and
started tearing at my clothes. She was afire, hot with
sweat, nude and wanting me naked too.
Within seconds, she had my shirt off and was rubbing my
chest, her hands brushing my wispy curls and nipples as
she sat up and placed her mouth on mine, driving her
tongue almost into my throat. The feel of her sweat
drenched tits pressing against my naked chest was like
a wet dream come true. Her bare body, writhing against
mine, had my dick ripping a hole in my pants.
Keeping my mouth on hers, I pulled off my pants,
feeling my cock slide against her naked leg and ass and
stomach as I struggled to free myself. When at last I
was naked, I pushed Dawn back down to the ground and,
pausing frantically to put on a condom, I plunged my
raging manhood into her slippery, waiting cunt.
She groaned, "YES, Oh, Yes," and wrapped her legs
around my naked ass, raking her fingernails down my
back, pumping her hips to meet my thrusts.
I put a hand flat on the ground on either side of her
and pushed up from her hot, wet body and, practically
lifting her her off the ground each time with her legs
clamped around me, I slammed my meat into her, pounding
and thrusting with fury.
"UUUUUHH!" I cried, collapsing on her again as our
sweaty bodies continued to slide back and forth.
The center of my pleasure shot its contained juices
deep into her waiting cunt as she ground her groin
against mine, seeking release. Again and again I
thrust, spurting my seed into the condom as she labored
her crotch against mine, our pubic hairs mashed with
sweat and her juices. When I at last was spent, I
continued sucking on her tits and licking the salty
sweat off her neck.
Pulling out of her cunt hole, I slipped the cum filled
condom off my still rigid member and, with the
mosquitoes biting our liquid forms, we continued to
slither our bodies together in passion. With every lick
I tasted her hot, salty sweat, infused with her sex
hormones. My cock remained hard and unyielding as I
rubbed its slick, sticky surface on her thighs and
belly.
Then, she opened her gorgeous thighs again, drawing me
to her, inviting me to pierce her. I found her hot wet,
open cunt with fingers, positioned myself and drove my
still steel hard dick, naked, once more into the
burning, drenched inferno of her pussy.
Again she wrapped her luscious legs around my body,
sucking me deep within her dripping well. I placed my
hands on her ass cheeks, caressing her slick anal
opening with my fingers as we pumped and thrust, back
and forth, in and out. We fucked for minutes, for
hours, for days, our bodies crushing each other,
pounding naked flesh against naked flesh, my bare penis
enclosed deep within the folds of her flooded vagina.
"AAHH, Ahh, Ahh, AAAHHHHH!" she cried clamping her
pussy lips about my tool. "Yess!! Yess! YEEESSSSS!"
Her hips bucked and she clawed at my back, shuddering
in orgasm; in a pool of liquid sweat and passion. In
unconscious, passionate desire to penetrate her in
every way, I slipped a finger into her ass bud as she
came and as she slammed into me, her tits were like
spears in my chest.
"AHHHHHHH," she screamed, her asshole convulsing on my
finger. She panted and moaned and I felt my own orgasm
come again, my cock swelling, chafing, cumming,
cummmming!!!
"AHHHHHH," I cried with her, shooting my new load of
sperm deep into her womb, my naked cock fucking her
over and over and over again...
We continued to fuck for I don't know how long. This
was real sex. It was everything that I had dreamed
fucking was supposed to be like...
I got totally eaten by mosquitoes and Dawn was a little
bit worried that I hadn't worn a condom the second and
third time that I came, but it was so fucking good that
neither one of us were really bothered...
This was the end of our relationship even as we just
began. I was leaving the next week to go away to a
survival school in California for the rest of the
summer.
**
So, we had one more interlude the night before I went
away.
It was 9 or 10 o'clock at night. We were at Dawn's. Her
parents were in the open room at the top of the stairs
in her split level house, watching TV. The short
stairway opened up downstairs into a large family room
which then stepped up three broad steps on either side
of a large chimney into an open living room. We were
sitting at the edge of these steps, saying our good
byes. We had been talking and were now laid back on the
floor, affectionately kissing - making out, with her
parents about thirty feet away, their voices and the TV
plainly audible from upstairs.
Our kisses grew more passionate and our hugging more
intense. In the darkened room, I gently began massaging
Dawn's breasts, drawing appreciative murmurs from her
throat. She again offered no resistance as I lifted her
and slipped my hands around her back, raising her shirt
and unclasping her bra. She helped me remove it while
keeping her shirt on, and then, raising her shirt up I
worshiped once more at her comely breasts. I loved
licking the tips, hearing her moan in gratitude,
feeling the hardness of her nipples.
I wanted her again and in spite of the proximity of her
parents, I moved my hands to her waist, unbuttoning her
pants and slipping the tips of my fingers under the top
of her panties and walking them down through the light
curls of her pubis mons. She lifted her hips and I slid
off her pants, panties and all.
God, this was really hot behavior for her.
She helped me move her pants off her legs and she let
me ease my questing hand into the warm folds of her
pussy. My hardness grew as I drew forth liquid
secretions from the inner reaches of that moist hole. I
wanted to fuck her now. My cock needed to be inside her
cunt again. All the while playing with her naked cunt,
I opened my pants and slid them down to my thighs and,
with her legs open on the steps, her naked ass on the
floor, knelt in front of her wet slit and entered with
my hard tool.
The incredible sensation of her hot dripping cunt
surrounding my almost virgin manhood sent me over the
edge almost immediately.
I groaned and pulled out slightly, so that my first
surge deposited its sperm at the opening of her vaginal
passage. I again pulled back and shot a load of spunk
on her cunt lips. I fell on Dawn, sucking her titties
and, rubbing my cock slickly over her open pussy,
oozing with my juices and hers, I came again, my cum
pumping onto her belly.
At some point while we were fucking, half naked, her
parents turned off the TV and went to bed. It is
interesting to me that they had to know that I was
fucking their daughter... I think. But, I was to find
out through the years that all of my girlfriend's
parents liked me and somehow thought it was "OK" that I
was fucking their daughters. I was just a nice guy...
Odd, today.
That was the last I saw of Dawn for a long time.
**
I went away to survival camp. We did some intense
backpacking in the high mountains. It was all boys,
ranging from 16 years old to 18 years old. We camped
two to a tent and were out for about 5 weeks - camping
and hiking; mountain climbing and rappelling; living at
around 10,000 feet high. My tent mate was Bill, a
muscular 18 year old. Between my new found heterosexual
manliness; the altitude; the constant hiking, and all
of the things we had to learn, I stopped jerking off. I
didn't have the fantasy energy. But, even with the cold
nights, I still slept nude in my down sleeping bag.
About two weeks into the experience, I woke up at night
with a piss hard on. As I contemplated whether or not I
wanted to go outside in the cold and pee, it became
apparent that I was not the only one awake. There was
Bill, about two feet away from me, lying on top of his
sleeping bag, naked, his hand wrapped around what
looked like an absolutely enormous cock. I stared at it
in the darkness of the tent. I remember seeing Bill
naked before, and I knew he was hung, but his cock
didn't look anything like it looked now.
His thing was big, I don't know, 6, 7 maybe 8 inches
around and about a mile high - at least 12 inches long.
His entire body was really well muscled and he looked
like a stud horse. I just lay there, trying to see this
mammoth prick, his large hand sliding slowly up and
down in the shadow, fingers barely touching. All of the
horniness that had seemed to disappear in the high air
of the mountains came back full-blown at this ghostly
spectacle. I felt my chest tighten and my own hard on
began to hurt. As I spaced out on this scene, I saw the
whites of Bill's eyes staring directly at me staring at
his huge pole.
My aching cock and my full bladder were doing strange
things to this nervous feeling in my stomach. I
unzipped my bag and crouched upright. His hand still on
his massive dick, Bill looked at my throbbing erection
with interest. Feeling a little bit scared now, I
opened the tent flap and walked outside to pee, still
naked as usual.
It took a few minutes to force the piss from my
engorged cock as I pictured his huge dong. When I was
done, my prick was still hard. Still nervous, I
returned to the tent. When I crawled back in, Bill
purposefully took his hand off his giant tool and put
them both behind his head. He spread his hairy legs
open revealing his huge dark balls, inviting a closer
inspection.
The starlight had a dramatic effect on the illumination
in the tent and I left the flap open. All of Bill's
musculature was plainly visible. He looked like a
sculpted statue in the silvery glow. His throbbing tool
towered over his hard stomach. I was mesmerized by
Bill's horse sized cock. I had never imagined a prick
could be so large. He was just lying there watching me
as my gaze was ensnared on his incredible body,
probably knowing how magnificent he looked. Waiting to
see what I would do...
I knelt down beside him...
My heart was pounding. My breathing was already labored
and I hadn't done a fucking thing. It didn't matter...
I reached out with both hands and grasped his monster
shaft.
My own cock jerked immediately and I started breathing
in small pants. My thumb and finger did not meet around
Bill's massive member. It moved in my hand and I moaned
softly. God, what was I doing?
What was happening here? a teeny weeny part of my mind
whispered...
I bent over and licked the pee slit of his huge cock
head. Bill's massive shaft jumped again as I tasted his
salty pre-cum.
"Mmmmmmm," he murmured, as his rock hard hips rose and
pushed his turgid log against my lips.
My dick was twitching even while a little voice in my
head was protesting that this was not a good idea. But,
despite the cold air in the tent, I was on fire and
with both hands clasped around Bill's gargantuan cock,
I opened my mouth and let my physically tangible
craving take over.
"OHHhhhh," breathed Bill as my lips opened and my oral
cavity stretched to accommodate this enormous meat.
I felt his hands on my head, pushing me farther down
onto the throbbing thickness of his massive prick. I
paused with about a fifth of his huge organ in my
mouth, my lips stretched to bursting around his
incredibly thick cock shaft. I tried to relax as I shut
my eyes and puckered my cheeks, eagerly sucking the
blood-pounding length of Bill's cock and sliding down
farther until I felt him at my throat.
I was barely halfway down his pole and I could hardly
breath. My breath was coming in gasps around his meat
and my whole body was an erotic skin of sensation. My
heart was pounding in my brain; pulsing my naked flesh;
jerking my own hard dick. The high, thin mountain air;
the heat of our bodies in the darkness of the tent; the
forbidden and unplanned nature of what was happening
all served to stimulate so that my whole body was a
gigantic, throbbing fuck tool.
Bill let my head slide back up his huge member, back to
his engorged glans and I started working in a frenzy of
passion, no longer caring about anything but his
monster meat. I shoved the tip of my tongue into his
pee hole and wildly licked his cock head. One hand went
to my own stiff dick and squeezed, even as I lapped the
sides and the head of Bill's veined penis.
"Ooohhhhh, wow," groaned Bill, his own hot breath
coming in gasps as I worked on his dick.
His hands again guided my face onto his meat and he
started pumping my stretched mouth in earnest.
I had to hold onto his thick steel shaft as he fucked
my mouth, his hips pushing up and his hands pushing my
head down. Up and down I slid, his cock now slamming
into the back of my throat, gagging me, then releasing.
Up and down he pushed my head, now a fuck tool for his
impassioned lust. I caressed and squeezed his large
balls as his continued his assault. Again I grabbed my
own meat as Bill thrust his tool hard into me, blocking
my throat, choking me in erotic insanity.
He grabbed the base of his huge meat and started
jerking himself, his whole hand easily fitting under my
lips, masturbating his own meat, even though he was
slamming his cock head into my throat. We continued
this scenario, my own hand beating on my aching tool;
Bill's hand pumping up and down on his steel hard rod;
his other hand on my head as he fucked my face again
and again and again.
My stifled moans were continuous around his incredible
cock as my whole body shook and trembled. He was
straining and groaning, his hand smacking into my lips
until his hips rose and he stiffened, and then moaned,
"MMmm! Mmm! MMM!,, UHHhhmmMmmm," as he bucked his hips
and I felt his hot cum boil into my throat.
There was a palpable pressure as if he were pissing in
my mouth instead of cumming as his spunk sprayed into
me and I swallowed as fast as I could. His relentless
prick kept on shooting his hot, wet sperm directly into
my gullet and I couldn't breath. As he blasted another
burst of spunk into me, I felt my own release.
"UNNghhhhh," I shouted into his ejaculating monster as
I pumped my own dick into mind blowing orgasm.
He relaxed his hold on my head and I started
discharging my load as I came up for air. I had to
swallow his cum to breathe, but even as I removed my
mouth from his shuddering shaft, his head spewed forth
another bolt of cum, hitting my open lips.
"Uhhh uuhh uuhh," he panted, his hand still moving up
and down his massive member, his muscular body writhing
on the sleeping bag.
Again I swallowed, feeling his sperm still in my mouth.
Again I gasped, my body shaking uncontrollably. Again I
convulsed, my cock spraying its hot semen. Again Bill's
fiery sperm flew. Again, my hungry, open mouth engulfed
his cock head, eagerly sucking out his spunk. Again and
again I shot my wad and again and again I tried to
catch Bill's hot liquid with my tongue. His naked hips
lunged and jerked in overspent passion.
Our collective orgasms went on and on and on, until I
blanked out from our insane cumming and our young
juices were finally spent.
I moaned, Bill's cock still in my cum filled mouth,
twitching and totally sated, I continued licking the
cum from his slowly softening dick.
At last, when Bill's prick was lying on his trembling
stomach, he gently pushed my head away. I shook my head
in the dark at my excesses as I grabbed some tissues to
mop up my own mess.
Without a further word, we both got into our bags and
passed out. The next morning neither one of us verbally
acknowledged that anything had happened, but our smiles
at each other conceded that whatever had happened, it
was enjoyable.
We never mentioned it the rest of the time we were
together. Again, there was just too much else happening
that was equally new and challenging. I didn't worry
about it. I didn't think he was gay. I think we just
had a hell of a good time.
When we all got back to Sacramento, most of the kids
had accommodations overnight at a cheap hotel arranged
for this purpose. I roomed with Bill again, but there
were kids there from other groups and even girls from
the female equivalent of our survival camp. Bill knew
one of the girls, Cathy, and he, I, her, her roommate,
Celeste and two other guys, George and Ricardo, all got
together in the girl's room.
We mostly talked about the incredible time we had had.
At some point Celeste broke out a joint and it was
passed around. Again, I don't remember feeling "high"
at all, but it was obvious that the others were
beginning to enjoy themselves. At some point George and
Celeste paired off, as did Bill and Cathy. They all
started making out while Ricardo and I continued to
exchange stories. When we started hearing moans and
George started giving us a look and head shake that
clearly meant "get out of here," Ricardo and I got up.
It was clear that Bill had already gotten Cathy out of
her bra (if she had even been wearing one) and had
gained possession of her tits underneath her shirt.
They both seemed totally uninhibited as compared to
George. I wish I could see face when he took out his
giant pole, but, I didn't want to be rude, so slightly
aroused and envious we split.
Ricardo and I both went back to our respective rooms
and I got undressed and went to bed. Even though
visions of Bill impaling Cathy on his cock danced in my
head, I was still on my "mountain high," and I didn't
masturbate to my covetous fantasy.
I woke up to sounds of passion; and Cathy impaling
herself on Bill's huge tool.
"Oh, no, oh, oh, wait, Uhhhhh," I heard her moaning
loudly.
I opened my eyes and turned my head. They were too busy
to notice me. They were both totally naked. Bill was
lying on his back and Cathy was squatting on his giant
member. He had his large hands under her armpits and
was pulling down on her, forcing more of his formidable
cock up her stuffed cunt. She was wiggling a little,
her very full, very nice, fully aroused teenage tits
bouncing up and down.
"I, I, can't, God..." she moaned again, panting,
struggling with what was obviously a unique sensation
for her. Bill's thick cock shaft was clearly difficult
for her to absorb, and she clearly wanted to. And Bill
obviously wanted her to fuck him faster than she did,
as he impelled her to cram her wet pussy farther down
his mammoth rod.
"YUhhhhhhh," she inhaled and rose up his gargantuan
shaft.
"Ohhhhh, yeah," Bill groaned as he pushed her back
down.
She started sliding more vigorously, taking more of him
in. "Huh, Huh, huh, huh," she panted, moving up and
down in short jerky movements.
"Oh, man," moaned Bill, thrusting his hips upwards and
pulling her down at the same time, burying his
tremendous organ in her fuck hole.
"AAAHHHHHH" she cried, her head whipping back, her long
dark hair flying, her tits springing up.
She was oblivious to the noise they were making in her
concentration on being skewered by this huge cock. She
thrashed for a moment, impaled on his rod as he jerked
underneath her. Then she raised herself up and began
bouncing up and down on Bill's giant cock meat.
"Uh, huh, uh huh, uh huh," Bill panted lifting his hips
and fucking her, slamming his stupendous prick up into
her slippery cunt with every downward lunge of Cathy's
hips.
"God, it's so big!" Cathy sobbed, clearly overwhelmed
with sexual overload.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she bounced up and down his full length,
grunting with lust as she forced his entire length to
fill her.
"Fuck!" she cried, clearly totally turned on by having
his immense cock inside her.
"Me!" her hips were rocking in rapid motion, her whole
body shaking as, her breasts heaving, her head
vibrating.
Bill's hips were hammering upwards. His hands slid down
and were clutching the sides of Cathy's ass, fingers
digging into her thighs as he moved her up and down his
pole.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, Fuck, oh fuck, baby," Bill gasped
as his colossal man meat speared deep into Cathy's hot
sex.
"OH, G, g, Ohh," Cathy choked out, riding him up and
down
"Yeahh, yeah, oh, fuck," Bill drove his mighty cock
into her.
Up and down, faster and more frantic they moved in
painful splendor. Every part of Cathy's flesh moving
with desire. I fisted my own cock under my sheets as I
watched the perfect pornographic picture.
"Oh, oh, OH, OH, OH, YESSS! OhGod Yess... AHh, ah,,
Fuck, ah! Fuck, fuck, fuck, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohhhh,"
Cathy's whole body convulsed and quivered as she bucked
in orgasm.
"Ohh, ohh, no, oh, no, oh no," she continued.
Her hands flew to her breasts and she squeezed her own
nipples as carnal explosions continued to sweep thru
her genitals and Bill continued battering his giant
erection into her.
"Ohh, ohh, God, pleasee, no, oh, oh," she kept moaning
as Bill's relentless assault continued.
"UHHOhhhhhhh," her hips spasmed and her head snapped
back and forth as Bill arched his hips high and slammed
her down on his fuck pole.
"YAHHHHHH, Aahh, Yeah," Bill cried as he froze in
orgiastic joy.
He kept his hands tight on her and his leviathan cock
buried to the hilt as shuddered and came. He bucked and
she moaned. He pumped and she cried out, her senses
overloaded. As he shuddered with each new shot, he
lifted her up and down, his cum coating his dick,
oozing out of her cunt. She collapsed on his chest,
whimpering in sexual delirium, still impaled on his
massive member.
I shot my load into my bed sheets, overwhelmed with
excitement.
They were still naked, still in bed, when I got up the
next morning. Neither seemed embarrassed at their own
nudity, so I got out of bed naked; exposing myself, as
it were. I felt like I had a tiny dick compared to
Bill's massive shlong. But some perverse impulse made
me walk across the room to their bed and take a better
look at Bill's now soft member. I stretched out my hand
across Cathy's nude form, saying, "Bill, it's been
great. No, better. It's been really interesting."
He reached out his hand to me and smiled his enigmatic
smile at me and said, "You're right."
I left them both still in bed. I would have loved to
have joined them and, looking back, I think they
expected me to.
Considering all that we had gone through, I know Bill
would not have minded at all. But, this was not the
high mountains, and I was afraid of being rude and/or
being rejected. I was such an inhibited, polite boy for
being such an uninhibited closet pervert...
Ah, for the wisdom of missed opportunities.
Continued in part 9...
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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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