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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. (mf-teens, 
youths, 1st-bi-expr, oral)

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PART 9

It was the fall of 1971 and I was still 17 years old 
and a senior in high school.

I had spent the summer in a survival school where I 
really enjoyed sucking Bill's giant horse cock. Of all 
the homosexual experiences I had had up until that 
time, sucking Bill's massive prick was the only one 
where there were no regrets whatsoever. It had been a 
perfect mind-blowing fantasy.

Plus, I was no longer a "virgin" as far as fucking 
girls. Dawn and I had had one long beautiful fuck where 
I came several times and realized that I wasn't just a 
fag boy. I loved fucking pussy!

Except now - Dawn went away to college. Again, looking 
back from a long distance in time, I realize that she 
wanted me to pursue her and romance her, but I didn't 
know how. After one poor excuse for a conversation on 
the telephone, we went our separate ways.

That fall, I was in the best shape I had ever been in 
my life - 160 lbs., six feet tall with red hair that I 
was letting grow longer. I was still wearing glasses, 
but I had an infectious smile, a sense of adventure and 
a great attitude. I was no longer a virgin and I had 
theoretically smoked pot. I was "experienced." I was 
smart. I was well liked. I was king. And, I was also 
tired of getting my sexual thrills by myself. 

In September, I enticed an old girlfriend, Martha, from 
summer camp years gone by, into fucking one night when 
my parents were gone. We went on a date, came back to 
my house and I talked her into to fucking me. She 
didn't really want to, but I played on our friendship 
and when I finally did get her naked, it was an 
uninspired rubbing of flesh that left her feeling used 
(which, in fact, I did), and left me feeling like the 
first time when I fucked Dawn. Dammit. Where was the 
new high? The new sexual thrill? How was it possible 
that when I thrust my manhood into her wet cunt, it was 
less exciting than beating off? These ancient 
philosophical questions bothered me.

I wanted to stay away from homosex, but I was tempted 
to look up Dan the janitor or some other guy just to 
get my thrills.

And, then came Wendy.

Wendy was a casual loner; a friend who had an odd 
looking face (Imagine Julia Roberts - same long wavy, 
dark hair, same mouth too big, large eyes, ordinary and 
unadorned by makeup, sharp features, except that Wendy 
also had a much larger nose), and a killer body.

She was short with nice legs, a nice round ass, wasp 
waist and big breasts. She had the classic hourglass 
figure. One reason we were friends is that she dressed 
as I did - in an exotic fashion. She either wore the 
sixties granny dresses or really tight pants with 
really tight pullover shirts and no bra. This bizarre 
attire, combined with her makeup less face, and her 
general demeanor - that of mischievous superiority - 
"Fuck it, if you can't take a joke," was a turn off for 
most guys, in spite of the way she flaunted body.

She also claimed to be a witch - in a religious way. I 
was, by this time, interested in all things 
metaphysical and religious and we had odd conversations 
about witchcraft and the occult. I was unconventional 
and she was strange. So we got along famously.

One day, out of the blue, she suggested that we fuck.

I, (Amazed. Astounded. My mind blown (this was October 
and I wanted SEX Dammit!), I agreed. This would be a 
good idea. She wanted to fuck on Halloween which worked 
out nicely, because I was already planning a Halloween 
party in the Dun. My only problem was what to do until 
then. Should I start treating Wendy like a girlfriend? 
Should I take her out? Try and get into her pants? This 
put our relationship in a different category where I 
had to deal with logistics and social niceties. I 
didn't really want to be her boyfriend - she was, after 
all, pretty bizarre, but I felt I had to ask her out on 
a date. 

We went to a movie. Other than getting up enough nerve 
to hold her hand, nothing happened. When I kissed her 
good night, however, she was the one that slipped her 
tongue into my mouth. We drew out the kiss, and I got a 
raging hard on which I pressed into her crotch drawing 
her closer to me. She pressed right back, wiggling her 
hot groin into mine. When I finally came up for air and 
tried to figure out just how far I could go with this, 
she grabbed my cock through my pants, squeezed and 
said, "Good night, see you in school," and went inside.

I jerked off in the car outside her house, my cum 
shooting two feet in the air.

For the next week, during school, I tried to get her 
alone to make out. I succeeded once. We French kissed 
frantically in the empty backstage of the auditorium, 
my hands running over her sexy body and hers moving 
again to my hard dick. I just managed to start 
massaging her bra less breasts through her really tight 
pullover, when we had to separate again, and go to 
class. I tried to figure out how to masturbate during 
class undetected, but I hadn't reached that level of 
prowess yet. 

When Halloween finally came, we made out off and on all 
night, French kissing and exchanging tongues. As I 
attended to my guests and mingled around, I would 
freely feel up her breasts, giving them a caress at 
times, and once or twice stroking her crotch as I 
walked by - with her wicked assent. By the time all of 
the other kids had left I was an eager little beaver.

She on the other hand, was wicked.

First, she set the lights just the way she wanted in 
the little back room and then picked out all of "her" 
music.

She told me to sit on one if the couches and explained, 
a little vaguely, that this was an important ritual in 
her witch's religion - she needed me to make a strong 
effort to "exchange energy" with her. I was ready to 
exchange whatever she wanted.

Then, she started dancing and swaying to the music. I 
remember that the first song she picked was "The Age of 
Aquarius."

She had on a witch's costume (of course). I was dressed 
as a devil - red pants, red shirt and red tie. These 
were all part of my normal wardrobe. I had stiffened up 
part of my hair into two horns. She had on a long, 
black, floor length granny skirt that almost covered 
her bare feet. Her blouse was a black satin sheen 
material and while it molded her upper body nicely, it 
was not one of those skin tight things she often wore.. 
And of course, she had a cape and hat.

"I have to be in control here," said Wendy. "You have 
to keep up with me. What ever I do, you have to do too. 
It's necessary for the magic. Just stay on the couch."

I nodded in assent. I was really hot for this girl.

Wendy took off her hat first, shaking out her long, 
dark hair, rotating her head to send it flying. She had 
her arms up in the air, waving to the music as she 
danced up to where I was sitting and shook her hips in 
front of my face.

"And love will guide the stars," she crooned along with 
the music, sliding her hands down her hips and grabbing 
the material of her granny gown. As she swayed to the 
beat, she slowly hiked up the front of her skirt, 
exposing first her beautiful bare legs. She continued 
lifting past her luscious thighs to uncover black, 
fishnet panties. I could see her cunt slit surrounded 
by hair sticking out of the mesh. This was incredible! 
I felt my cock harden as I reached out my hands to 
grasp her thighs. 

"Uh, uh," she smiled at me and removed my hands. "Just 
watch."

She slowly pulled down the front of her panties, baring 
her bushy, black beaver. Her pubic hairs were full and 
thick. I rubbed my own thighs nervously with my hands, 
my hard on jumping in my pants, as she inched down her 
panties, finally letting the gown drop and cover her as 
she bent over and stepped out of them. Dancing all the 
while, she lightly brushed her panties over my nose and 
face. I inhaled, leaning forward, her musky sex smell 
inflaming my already throbbing dick. Reflexively, I 
stuck out my tongue, licking at Wendy's panties. She 
laughed and threw them away and said "Well?"

I looked at her, wondering what she wanted me to do 
now.

She swayed, rubbing her hands over her body.

"Whatever I do, you have to do..." she said cheerfully, 
smiling and swaying. 

"OK," I said, rubbing my hands on my chest and torso.

"No," she said, explaining, "You have to sit on the 
couch and take off what I take off."

I sat down, realizing that she had taken off her 
panties.

"But," I said, "if I take off my underwear, I'll..." I 
trailed off, realizing that this is what she wanted. 

I actually felt embarrassed about stripping in front of 
her like this. I was going to be naked and she still 
had her clothes on... I am so fucked up, I told myself 
as I took off my shoes, pants and underwear - this girl 
wants to fuck me and I'm fucking embarrassed!

My cock had gone soft from my thoughts, but it stirred 
as I disrobed.

She smiled at my semi-hard dick, dancing and licking 
her lips now, while it slowly rose again with each 
sensuous move she made. When my hard manhood began 
waving in the air, she started unbuttoning her satin 
blouse. With each button, she exposed more of her 
smooth flesh. When her blouse was halfway open, she 
pulled her breasts out, stretching the material of her 
shirt around them and she began fondling her nipples, 
touching them and caressing them in time to the music.

God, I was hot. I wanted to jump up, clamp my mouth on 
her tits, throw up her skirt and plunge my twitching 
cock into her randy cunt. She was indeed bewitching me 
into extreme horniness. I restrained myself only 
because this was her "witch's brew" and I knew her well 
enough to know that she might lose interest if I 
"violated" her rules.

She continued the unbuttoning process in time to the 
music and pulled open her blouse. She ran her hands 
over her flat midriff and twirled her fingers around 
her belly button. My cock was jumping and I had to put 
my hands on it and squeeze.

"Wendy," I said. "You're killing me. Your breasts are 
incredibly beautiful." I didn't know what else to say, 
thinking of Dawn and her concern about her breast size.

She just smiled and pushed the waist of her skirt 
deliberately down her hips, slowly exposing more of her 
thick bush and the tops of her thighs. Then, now, 
moving faster, she threw off her blouse so that she was 
clothed only by her cape and low hung skirt. She did 
present an supernaturally sexy image. She grinned at me 
wickedly and indicated that I should do the same.

"But you can leave the tie on," she purred.

"Ohhhh, you cheat," I half groaned, realizing that, 
except for my tie, I would be entirely naked, while she 
still had on her dress and cape. Nonetheless, I took 
off my shirt, flipping up the collar and sliding it 
under the tie, stripping naked in a state of total 
arousal, enjoying her game.

She danced to me and rubbed her hands over my naked 
chest and nipples, tossing the tie over my shoulder, 
then up to my face where I licked at her moving 
fingers. God, this was exciting! Extraordinary erotic 
sensations were coursing through my naked body. My 
chest was tight and I was breathing heavily. I wanted 
to rub my dick, its tip wet and oozing pre-cum, on her 
naked stomach and breasts.

"Lie down on the rug," she said, flicking both of my 
nipples with her fingers and stepping back.

Wow! The titillating sting from my chest nubs zipped to 
my cock and set it quivering. I quickly complied with 
her demand and lay on my back, my erection pulsing, 
straining upwards.

She danced over, facing me, her legs straddling my 
body. Her hot pussy, still hidden under her skirt was 
over my stomach. I felt the hem of her dress sweep over 
my aroused manhood, a new torrid touch to my lust. I 
was almost panting now, hypnotized by Wendy's swaying 
half nude body, her fingers once more playing with her 
tits and hard nipples. A sinful smile was on her face 
and the tip of her tongue played between her teeth. The 
hem of her dress rubbed on my cock and nipples.

"Oh my God," I breathed huskily, "You're incredible."

This weird girlfriend of mine was indeed a witch.

Then she stepped forward. She placed a foot at each 
shoulder and her skirt brushed over me and covered up 
my face.

I could smell the acrid musk of her cunt as I grasped 
her smooth legs, my fingers seeking upwards as she 
began to lower herself to me. As she squatted down, 
spreading her legs, lowering her steamy vagina down to 
my face, I reached the folds of this hot slit with my 
hands. I grasped at her slick pussy lips with each set 
of fingers, opening her, pulling her down to me, when 
she pushed her skirt back and looked down on my face, 
grabbing my wrists.

Her tits hung like full ripe melons, her nipples large 
and hard, bobbing right above my face as she said 
mystically, "No Greg. I am the Goddess..." 

She pulled my hands away from her wet gash, threw her 
skirt back over my face and resumed her descent. I 
heard her demand, "Eat me."

My head bounced up, my hands now on her ass, my tongue 
straining in the dark confines of her skirt to find her 
vagina. She placed her pussy on my tongue and knelt 
downward on my face, spreading her hot thighs wide 
until she was pressing into me. My mouth was full of 
sloppy, wet cunt. My tongue twirled upwards into her, 
my nose buried in the hard nub of her clitoris. The 
pungent smell of her sex was all consuming. I slid my 
hands up her bare back, reveling in the fiery touch of 
her flesh as she ground her cunt against my face.

Wendy moaned in ecstasy as I tried to force my tongue 
deeper into her dripping crotch slit. My dick was on 
fire, jerking and quivering. Every breath I gasped was 
immersed in her sultry scent and wet, juicy clit. I was 
entirely lost to sensual pleasure.

"Eat me," she demanded again, massaging my mouth with 
her cunt lips. I could almost feel them move with a 
life of their own.

"Drink me," she cried, and I lapped at her liquids, my 
tongue searching the folds of her sopping wet cunt, a 
servant of passion.

"Unnnnnnnghhhh," I moaned into her vagina, as Wendy 
rocked back and forth on my face.

"Yesssssssss," she hissed. "Now lick my darkness."

She barely raised herself up and slid forward, my 
tongue sliding from her cunt and out back to her ass. I 
felt her hands beneath her gown, her fingers spreading 
her ass cheeks, pressing into my cheeks as she lowered 
her asshole on to my mouth.

I was lost in her spell of eroticism and my tongue 
licked her twitching shit hole. This was sex with a 
capital S and all of the things I had done and read 
about were here as I tongued her anal bud with abandon. 
She lowered herself until her ass bud was spread in my 
mouth. I could feel her tight ring grapple with my 
tongue, drawing it inside her ass even as I thrust it 
in. The chalky, dirty taste was there, but the juices 
of her cunt were coating my face and mixing with the 
slippery sweat of her anus. My nose was buried in the 
flesh of her vagina and I inhaled all the wanton smell 
of her wet juices. 

My whole frame was shuddering in time to my gasps when 
Wendy stood up and stepped back. I was literally 
delirious with raunchy lust. I looked up at her flushed 
body, still swaying, now shiny with sweat. Her naked 
breasts and clothed hips drawing forth the image of a 
pagan goddess. Then, she pushed off the skirt, tossing 
it to the side and stood over my waist. Her black pubic 
hair was soaked and matted back with her juices and my 
saliva. The pink folds of her labia shone darkly in the 
subdued lighting.

"Now we fuck," she said. 

She squatted over my trembling organ, placing her 
fingertips on my chest around my nipples. Bending over 
so that her face was above mine, her tits hanging down 
full and aroused, she spread her legs impossibly wide 
and lowered her pussy lips to the head of my cock. I 
jerked on contact and felt the most uncanny sensation 
of my life. Her cunt lips were moving, nibbling the 
head of my prick drawing it up into her! 

"Oh, Fuuuck," I groaned, losing all control, my hips 
rocketing upwards to bury my burning hardness in her 
wet tunnel.

"No!!" she cried, raising herself off me and spinning 
around to face my cock as I convulsed in orgasm.

She grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed hard to 
stop me, but it was too late.

"AAAAHHHH," I yelped, ejaculating in pleasure/pain at 
her steel grip.

She covered my spurting tool with her mouth and sucked 
my shaft, drinking my cum, suddenly releasing her grip 
and milking my rod with her hand as I unloaded a flood 
of sperm, bucking and shuddering in ecstasy. When my 
eruption had subsided, she continued sucking my penis, 
driving me insane as the sensitive head was over 
stimulated.

"Nooooo, please," I moaned. "Stop!" 

"You were supposed to wait," said Wendy, taking her 
relentless mouth off my dick and licking my stomach, 
lapping up any sticky cum that may have escaped. "Now 
we have to do it again..."

This is one very strange chick, I thought dimly. But 
she continued to move her tongue up my body, running 
its rough edge over one of my nipples, licking up the 
side of my neck to my chin. Then she thrust her tongue 
into my mouth. I could taste my own sticky jizm mixed 
with Wendy's saliva. She coated my ass licker tongue 
with my cum. She rammed her tongue back to my throat, 
then drawing back and licking the inside of my mouth. 
She licked her ass and my cum off my tongue and then 
put her hands on my face, forcing my mouth open and she 
licked my teeth and lips. Her luscious tits were 
pressing into my chest. 

I could feel the little spear points of her excited 
nipples pushing against mine. I was burnt out, but I 
was 17 and her slick, naked flesh wiggling against my 
naked flesh and her hands pressing against my face and 
her soaking wet pussy dripping its fluids on my hip and 
stomach while her tongue was massaging my mouth; and 
her hot, naked thigh pressed against my soft cock, 
kindled a new fire in my groin. 

My spent cock rose to new hardness and I responded 
again by clasping her to me, sliding my hands across 
her sweat slicked back and shoving my tongue against 
hers. She let go of my face and reaching backwards, her 
eyes on mine, she placed her hand on my revived 
manhood, reaching her hand around my shaft and 
squeezing. Keeping her grip, she slid down my body once 
more, still watching my eyes, saying commandingly, "Now 
this time, wait."

She squatted over my dick again and guided it to her 
ready cunt with her hand.

I moaned again, both at the inflamed tenderness of my 
member and at the lustful madness of this night.

Again, I felt her, the labia of her vagina nibbling at 
my cock head, drawing it inside her. She was actually 
sucking me up into her cunt, pulling at my penis with 
her vaginal muscles as she lowered her body onto it.

"Ohhhhh, Goddessssss, Yessss," she chanted in pleasure 
as my stiff staff was slowly sucked up into the soft, 
liquid tunnel of her hot flesh. 

Again, her face was over mine with her hands on my 
chest, her fingers on my nipples.

"Don't move," she said, ravishing me with her dark 
eyes, willing me into submission as her fuck hole 
swallowed my fuck pole.

Wendy tilted and moved her hips as her vagina devoured 
my manhood until, finally she was sitting on my crotch, 
her wet groin against mine. Never taking her eyes off 
mine, she started sliding up and down my pole, pushing 
up off my chest, her fingernails digging into my 
sensitive nipples. I was shivering in my effort to 
control myself, to not again simply slam my hungry cock 
into her and stop this exquisite torture. 

"OHHHH," she moaned, picking up her tempo, sliding up 
and down, rocking her hips, snaking her sweaty belly on 
mine. 

"OHHHHH," she moaned again, abruptly vibrating her 
pussy, shaking her thighs and ass on my fuck meat as 
her searing wet cunt continued to rock back and forth 
on my groin.

"YESSSSSSS!" she sobbed, rubbing her burning slit 
against me frantically as she spasmed and cried, "NOW! 
FUCK ME NOW!"

My hips bucked upwards, whipping me hard against her, 
melding with her slick fire. 

"YESSS! YEESSS, GODESSSS! FUCK ME!" she cried, 
convulsing in her orgasms, her hands clutching and 
relaxing on my chest.

She suddenly grabbed my tie and pulled! 

Oh my God!, then I could feel it again! Her cunt came 
alive on my cock, the spongy, inner walls clamping my 
shaft, rippling down the veins of my meat, kneading my 
rigid manhood. I exploded, my sperm pumping again from 
my shaft.

She kept her grip on my tie, pulling my head to her hot 
mouth, driving in her wet tongue, and, deliberately 
cutting off my air even as I spasmed in orgasm, 
shooting my load deep into her belly.

"GHH, God, Fggck, GHhhh, Fghhhck, NNNNGGHHHHH!" I 
choked, shuddering with release, every part of my body 
overloaded, my insides orgasming, the whole world 
cumming in shooting stars and galaxies.

She let go of the tie. My head fell back and my hips 
shot up and lifted in the air. I pulled her wet body to 
mine, both of us convulsing and moaning and groaning; 
Our bodies shook with over stimulation. Our orgasms 
drove us in a roaring crescendo of bliss.

"AAAHHHHHHHHH!" we both cried, cumming again and again.

When at last our tremors subsided, I lay there, 
gasping, my mind floating in some far off place. 
Gradually, my prick softened inside her and I felt our 
cooling fluids wetting my groin.

Wendy got up, pulling her cunt off of my cock and 
straddled me again, spreading her legs. As she put her 
blouse on, more of our fuck juice dripped onto my naked 
stomach. Finally, she slipped her dress on, hiding her 
hairy bush. I watched her, still immobile and naked, as 
she smiled and said, "Good night Greg. We'll see..."

I let her show herself out. She was so strange. And I 
was so overwhelmed.

When I saw her next, she thanked me for a great time. 
But, she said she didn't think it would work with us. 
She didn't want to go into the details of what was 
supposed to have "worked," and although she remained my 
friend, she never offered to fuck again.

She might have been my girlfriend if I would have taken 
the time - gone out on dates, held hands in school, 
etc. She was only 17 after all, but I was a little bit 
scared of her. And, she was too bizarre and outspoken. 
Her wild sexuality was daunting. I had all sorts of 
stupid reasons for not wanting to get back into the 
pants of the wildest fuck of my life (What - only 
really the second time after all.)

Continued in part 10...

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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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