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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
written for consenting adults.  If you're not both of those, don't read it.
Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to.  In
real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do
get sick and die.  You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional
characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY -
don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

   If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here,
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the characters
in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, since all of
these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

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   ________ At thirteen, I was about as sexually frustrated as a young boy
could be.  My friends and I would go down to the corner drugstore and
giggle and point at the pictures in the girlie magazines until the owner
finally noticed us and kicked us out.  He tried to sound gruff, but when he
wasn't looking, every once in a while, I'd catch him smiling, as if
remembering his own adolescent years.

   Once in a while, we'd camp out in somebody's back yard.  Invariably,
someone would bring a sex book or magazine filched from a parent or older
brother.  After reading and getting all excited, we'd always wind up with
our little peckers in hand, teasing each other about the size, shape, or
hairlessness of one another's prized possessions.  Rarely, when it was just
a few of us, we'd get into a tentative group grope.

   It always felt better to have somebody else touch me, even if it was
another boy, and somehow, another boy's penis always felt strange and
wonderful, even though it couldn't have been much different than my own.

   Of course, our El Dorado, our Holy Grail, was to 'make it' with a girl.
None of us, though, was brave enough to try, so we sat in our tents in
somebody's back yard and told each other stories of what we'd do when we
finally got to 'do it'.

   In those days, of course, those sessions with each other were the only
sex education most of us got, so none of us knew squat about sex, though we
bragged and talked to each other as if we were experts.

   For me, though, that all changed one day.

   I knew of a little glade in the woods near our house that was quiet and
peaceful and no one else seemed to go there.  That was where I kept my
stash of illicit sex pictures, books, and magazines in an old ammo box
under a log.  I'd sit for hours in the shade of the leafy canopy and study
the worn, stained pictures, or masturbate while reading one of the stories
for the thousandth time.  I didn't even know what an orgasm was!  All I
knew was that if I stroked my dick long enough, while reading those stories
or looking at those pictures, I would suddenly get the most wonderful rush,
and some slimy fluid would come out my pee hole.

   On this particular day, I was preoccupied with having caught a glimpse
of Cindy Mason's little flowered cotton panties as I followed her up the
stairs at school.  I was in a hurry to get my pants down and start
stroking, so I was halfway across the clearing before I noticed that there
were other people there!

   I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of a young man and a pretty
young woman sitting side by side on my log, grinning at me!

   I was so shocked that it was a moment or two before I noticed what they
were holding.  When I did, I must have turned beet red with anger and
embarrassment.

   "These yours, kid?" the young man asked, waving a bundle of pictures at
me.

   Suddenly, my anger turned to fear!  What if they told my parents?  It'd
be Dad's belt, for sure!

   I just stood there, mouth working silently, brain flailing helplessly at
the insoluble problem of what to do, what to say!

   "Hey, kid," the lady said, giving me a smile.  She looked like one of
the girls in my pictures, she was so pretty.  "don't be afraid!  We're not
going to tell anybody!"

   The guy nodded, "Yeah, man, we were just lookin'.  Hope you don't mind!
You've got quite a collection here!"

   "Um, uh, most of it's pretty old." I mumbled, relieved.

   To my astonishment, the lady gathered her skirt and moved a little way
away from the guy on the log.  Smiling again, she patted the wood between
the two of them and said, "Why don't you come over here and sit with us? 
You can show us which ones are your favorites!"

   In a daze I did as she asked, almost fainting from the idea of being so
close to such a pretty woman, while her perfume intoxicated me even
further. I couldn't stop staring at her beautiful face and when her long,
lustrous brown curls wafted across my cheek, I thought I'd died and gone to
heaven.

   The spell was broken when the guy stuck his hand out and said "Hi, kid,
I'm Ron.  This here's my girlfriend Carol!"

   I shook his hand, embarrassed that he might have caught me staring at
his girlfriend, and when she extended a pale, slender hand, I shook that,
too.

   "What's your name, kid?" Ron asked.

   "Uh," I cleared my throat and finally managed to croak, "Tommy, uh Tom!"
Trying to sound as old as possible.

   "Nice to meet you Tommy!" Carol said, and Ron followed up with, "Yeah,
Tom!  Hey, thanks for lettin' us look at your stuff, here!"

   I sat scrunched between them as they leafed through the tattered books
and magazines, trying to make myself as small as possible, and especially
trying not to make contact with any part of Carol's anatomy.

   My embarrassment was complete when she leaned over me to show something
to Ron, and the soft, fabric covered warmth of her breast mashed against my
bare arm.  I wanted to shout to Ron: 'It's not me!  I'm not touching her on
purpose!' At the same time, I wanted to jerk my pants down and jack off
just from the knowledge that that soft orb was touching ME!

   Ron nodded at what she showed him and went back to looking through the
stuff he held, apparently not even noticing that her luscious mound was
squashed against me.

   Carol shoved in front of my face a magazine with a picture of a busty
blonde, apparently in the throes of passion, with her tongue protruding
from her mouth.  The blonde wore nothing but a skinny pair of high heels.

   "What do YOU think, Tommy?" she asked holding the picture next to her
face, "Is she prettier than me?"

   "Oh, NO, Miss, uh I mean Carol!" I blurted, "You're WAY prettier than
her!"

   "But," the brunette pouted, "her tits are so much bigger than mine!"

   Oh my GOD!  This lovely lady just said 'TITS'!

   "Um, I,uh, yours, uh, what I mean to say is, um, well," I stammered,
finally sputtering, "I think yours are the most beautiful tits in the
world!"

   I almost died with embarrassment when she giggled.

   Ron just leaned over and stage-whispered, "That's what I keep tryin' to
tell her, Tom, but she's got some crazy notion that if a girl don't have
huge knockers, she ain't pretty!"

   Carol pouted and said, "Fat lot YOU know, Ronald Winters!"

   Then, turning back to me, she said, "Besides, Tommy, how can you say
that when you haven't even SEEN mine yet!?"

   I started to stutter a reply, when to my amazement, she started undoing
buttons on the front of her dress.  When she was done, the light cotton
fabric hung open from the waist up, and exposed a padded cotton bra.  It
had no lace or adornment of any kind, but it was THE most erotic sight of
my young life, up to that point.  She did something behind her back, then,
reaching into one sleeve, then the other, and doing something that involved
pulling back the arm in the sleeve she was working on, she tugged on the
front of the bra, and like magic, it came away in her hand.

   I was not so distracted by the way she got the bra off that I didn't
notice the most lovely pair of REAL breasts peeking out at me from the open
front of her dress.

   Carol pulled the fabric to the sides and, pushing her chest toward me,
said "See?  They're too small, huh!"

   I stared, mesmerized, shaking my head slowly from side to side.  I
cleared my throat a couple of times and finally managed to croak, "Uh, UH!
They're beautiful!"

   Ron nudged me in the ribs and said, "That's right, huh, kid?  More than
a mouthful's just a waste, ain't it!"

   I was embarrassed at the two of us sitting there judging lovely Carol's
breasts like she was a piece of meat, but my chest swelled with pride at
the way Ron treated me as if I was at least as experienced as he was.

   "Um, yeah," I answered, then boldly, "and that's the best looking
mouthful I ever saw!"

   "Oh, Tommy," Carol cooed, wrapping her arms around my head and drawing
it between those lovely mounds, "you say the nicest things!"

   I looked wildly out of the corner of my eye to see if Ron minded my head
being between his girlfriend's tits, but he seemed to have gone back to
reading.

   "You can if you want to, Tommy." Carol murmured into my hair.

   "Um, 'can' what?" I mumbled into her soft flesh.

   "Suck on them, silly!" she whispered, "Go ahead and see if it will all
fit in your mouth!"

   "Uh, what about, uh, you know, uh, Ron?" I whispered back.

   "Oh, he won't mind!" she replied, out loud, "He likes to share me with
other guys, don't you, Hon?"

   Her boyfriend gave a non-committal grunt.

   With another quick glance at Ron, I bent to my task.

   HEAVEN!  It was softer, squishier, and warmer than I ever imagined!  Her
little pink nipple was like a hard little pebble, and the little round
patch of crinkly pink flesh around it felt rough on my tongue.

   I opened my mouth really wide and sucked, and sure enough, the whole
soft, velvet covered mound elongated and slipped between my lips.

   Carol cooed and ran her hands through my hair, saying, "Oh, yessss! 
Ummm that feels so good, Tommy!  Now use your tongue all over, especially
on my nipple!"

   I was an eager student, and did as she asked, drawing sighs and gasps
from her.

   I was lost in my worship of the beautiful mass of flesh in my mouth,
when my reverie was broken by Ron's voice.

   "You ever had sex with anybody, kid?"

   For a moment I considered lying, or pretending I hadn't heard, but
ultimately, reluctantly, I released my prize and shook my head.

   "Nah, I guess I'm not much to look at," I murmured, "none of the girls
even notice me."

   "Hey," Ron said, slapping me on the back, "that'll change!  You're a
good lookin' kid!  'Fore long, those girls'll be begging for a piece of
you! You just need a little confidence."

   "Tell me something, Tom," he continued, waving the papers in his hand,
"do you masturbate when you look at this stuff?"

   "Master- what?" I asked, confused.

   "Masturbate, you know, jack-off, pound your pud, beat your meat!" he
replied, making the pumping motion with his hand that cleared it all up for
me.

   I never even knew that what I did in this little glade had a name, and
now, it seemed, it had several!

   "Uh, yeah." I muttered.

   "Well, that's a kind of sex." he continued, "What about your friends? 
Do they beat off too?"

   "Um, I, well," I stammered, "I dunno.  Guess so."

   "I bet when you guys get together," he leaned toward me and spoke in a
conspiratorial whisper, "you talk about sex, don't ya?"

   I cleared my throat again, "Uh, yeah, I guess."

   "Bet you pull out your willies and play with them too!" he continued.

   I just nodded this time, staring at my feet, hands jammed under my legs.

   He leaned even closer.  I could smell cigarettes on his breath when he
rasped, "Betcha play with each other's willies too, huh?"

   I fidgeted and didn't answer, but Ron sat up, and said out loud, "Hey,
don't worry about it, Tom.  All boys do that.  Hell, at your age, I was the
horniest sucker around, and I didn't care WHO touched my dick, as long as
SOMEBODY did!"

   His laugh put me somewhat at ease, but what he said next floored me:

   "Wanna fuck Carol?" He asked, the way I might say to one of my friends,
'Wanna ride my bike?'

   I glanced at Carol who still sat with her chest bare, but she just
smiled, like she was used to Ron asking other people to fuck her.

   "Y-you mean it?" I stammered, "You'd let me fuck her?"

   I felt awkward asking him, so I turned to her, "You'd let me, uh, you
know!?"

   Carol giggled and Ron said "Sure, kid!  You let us look at your dirty
pictures and stuff.  It's only fair that you get somethin' in return!"

   I looked longingly at Carol, knowing it had to be some cruel joke they
were pulling on me, but she gave me a sexy smile, and stood up to let the
dress fall into a pile around her feet.  Her white cotton panties soon
followed.

   I sat on the log, mouth agape, gazing at a sight ten times more erotic
than anything in my magazines - a real, live, naked, beautiful girl!

   Carol stood letting me look at her for a while, then raised her hands
above her head and did a slow pirouette.  The side and rear views were, if
anything, even sexier!

   "So what do you think, Tommy?" Carol asked, "Do I measure up to those
girls in your pictures?"

   "Oh, Miss Carol!" I gasped, "None of those girls could hold a candle to
you!  You're the most beautiful lady I've ever seen!"

   They both laughed and Ron said, "Don't you think you'd better get your
clothes off, boy?  Gonna be hard to get a piece of that fine ass with those
jeans on!"

   In a flash, my clothes lay strewn on the leafy carpet around my feet,
and I stood naked as the day I was born, my pecker bobbing in the breeze
with some kind of clear fluid dripping from its tip.

   "Oooh, that's a nice one, Tommy!" Carol cooed, "you're pretty well hung
for somebody your age!"

   When she grasped that shaft with her soft, slender hand, I jerked like
I'd been poked with a cattle prod!  Oh what a feeling!

   Ron was taking his clothes off, too, and paused long enough to
say,"Better suck him off, first, Baby.  Otherwise he'll blow before he's
inside you."

   I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but when the brunette's ruby
painted lips engulfed my throbbing shaft and slid halfway down its length,
I was all in favor of whatever it was that he said!

   I felt the bulbous tip of my dick slip through the opening of Carol's
throat as her lips buried themselves in the sparse little patch of pubic
hair I was just starting to grow.  When she moaned and twisted her head
from side to side around my embedded pole, I lost it!  My dick turned
inside out and a huge quantity of something blasted out my pee hole!

   Ron's girlfriend only moaned louder and swallowed every drop of my first
real ejaculation.  My thirteen year old dick never lost its rigidity, and
when the sexy lady swirled her tongue around the over-sensitive tip as she
withdrew it from her mouth, I thought I was going to pop again!

   "Mmmmm, Tommy!" she groaned, "Your stuff tastes so sweet!  You can cum
in my mouth any time!"

   My pecker bounced in answer, but I could think of nothing to say, so I
nodded in unison with my bobbing dick.

   Ron spread a plaid blanket on the leaves of the clearing, and Carol lay
on it, knees up, her arms beckoning me.

   How could I refuse?  I had seen the pictures, so I at least had a vague
idea of what I was supposed to do.  In a flash, I was kneeling between the
lovely brunette's tender thighs, stiffy in hand, and aimed at the hair
lined gash before me.

   "That's right, sugar," Carol cooed, "shove that hard teen-aged dick in
me!  I'm nice and wet for you, honey, so just jam it in there!"

   I was always an obedient child, and with an incentive like that, I
wasted no time in complying with her orders.  The entire length of my
teen-hood slid into her depths on the first stroke.  I lay upon the soft
body of my first real, live girl, and savored the moist, heated silken
tissues that caressed my longing penis.  I hadn't heard of Nirvana in those
days, but that seems the best way to describe, now, how I felt then!

   "Oooh, yeah, baby!" the lovely lady whispered in my ear.

   Her legs wrapped around my waist and her heels dug into my butt.

   "Fuck, me, sweetheart!" Carol continued, "Fuck me good!"

   Like a rabbit, I went about trying to fulfill her wishes.  My hips must
have blurred as I pistoned rapidly in and out of her clasping honeypot.

   Carol's nails dug into my buttocks and she said,"Uh!  Uh!  Oh, slow
down, champ!  We've got time, just let me catch up!"

   When I did as she asked, she continued, "Ooooh!  Oh yeah, baby!  Just
like that!  Oh!  Now, swivel your hips a little.  AAAHH!  That's it!  Oh,
you're a natural, Tommy!  Keep doing that!  Oh yeah!"

   I was in heaven!  Who'd have dreamed that a thirteen year old nobody
like me would get to fuck a beautiful woman like this?  Nobody's hand could
possibly feel as good on my throbbing member as the wet, warm, pulsing tube
of Carol's sweet pussy!

   "Now, Tommy, start speeding up, but take your time about it!" Carol
urged, "I'm getting close!  Oh, yes!"

   My hips churned faster and faster, and I could feel a tingle starting
somewhere in my lower abdomen.

   "Are you getting close, dear?" Carol asked.

   "Um huh, I think so!" I gasped.

   "Good!  Faster!" she urged, "AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHH!"

   The brunette's sharp nails raked my back and buttocks and her legs
locked around me, driving me as deep into her sweet body as possible.  Her
hips arched, lifting me off the ground, and the pulsations of her delicious
love tunnel triggered that mysterious something that had been tingling in
my groin.

   For the second time in my young life, my sex organs turned themselves
inside out as I blasted the inside of the clasping glove of her spasming
vagina with my voluminus discharge!

   I lay on top of the lovely Carol, both of us breathing hard in the
aftermath of our mutual explosion, until Ron grabbed me by the shoulder and
pulled me off.

   "Come on, Kid!" he said, "It's my turn, now!  I'll take sloppy seconds!"

   My mother had been pretty good about teaching me manners, but she'd
never covered this situation, so I just stood there, naked and confused, as
Ron turned his girlfriend onto her hands and knees and shoved his own
sizable member into the hole I'd just vacated.

   Carol's cries echoed through the forest as Ron pounded her unmercifully.
My own dick rose again, just watching the wild action before me.

   Ron noticed and said, "Stick that thing in her mouth and shut her up,
kid!"

   Never one to disobey, I did as he commanded, and Carol's scarlet painted
lips opened wide to welcome me inside.

   The sensation was delicious as her mouth slid up and down my shaft.  One
hand slipped between my spraddled legs, and the next thing I knew, a long,
slender digit slipped into my virgin butt!  I'd never even dreamed of such
a thing, but the feeling as Ron's brown-haired girlfriend finger fucked my
fundament was out of this world!

   The pressure in my rectum drove my hips forward, and Carol moaned as she
swallowed the entire shaft of my rock-hard dick.

   I just knelt there as Ron fucked us both.  Each time his prick slammed
into Carol's wet pussy, it pushed her face into my belly, burying my bone
deep in her throat.  The brunette's guttural cries of passion vibrated
around my glans as she added a finger to the one already buried in my butt,
multiplying the strange and wonderful sensation of having my ass penetrated
for the first time.

   Oh, to be thirteen again!  The tumult of sensation that battered my body
soon had my nether regions tingling again, despite two orgasms in the last
few minutes.  As Ron buried himself deep in Carol's body, she let out a
muffled cry around my shaft and touched something deep in my butt that
triggered my third climax, sending torrents of cum down the brunette's
rapidly swallowing throat!

   When my organs had pumped themselves dry, I fell backward onto the
leaves of the forest floor, my hard teen-aged dick still twitching and
bobbing in the breeze.

   We said nothing to each other as we gathered our clothes, dressed, and
put the smut away in its box.

   As we were about to go our separate ways, Carol came to me and kissed me
tenderly, right on the mouth.  My mouth opened in shock, and her tongue
insinuated itself inside, sending shivers up and down my spine.  So THIS is
what french-kissing was all about!  I had always wondered why people made
such a big deal of it, but now I was hooked.  I returned her kiss with as
much passion as my sated body could muster, exploring her mouth with my
tongue as hers probed mine.

   When we finally came up for air, Carol said, "Thank you, Tommy!  You
were wonderful!"

   As they left the clearing, Ron turned back.  "You gonna be here
tomorrow, Tom?"

   "Uh, yeah, I guess." I replied.

   "Mind if we join you again?" he asked.

   "Um, uh, no!  Not at all!" I stammered.

   Ron smiled, "Great!  See you tomorrow, about the same time.  Oh and
Tom?"

   I looked at him expectantly.

   "You can't tell anybody, not even your best, most trusted friend, about
us, ok?" he said seriously, "I mean NOBODY!  Got it?"

   "I don't see..." I started to say, but something about the look on his
face stopped me, "Uh, yeah, I got it!"

   The smile returned to his handsome countenance and he waved as he walked
off to catch up with Carol.

   I sat on the log for a while, marveling at my good fortune and the
fantastic adventure I'd just had!  Damn!  I wished I hadn't promised not to
tell anybody.  The guys would be positively GREEN with envy!  But, I had
made a promise, and even in those days I kept my promises.

   The next day, I couldn't wait for the adventure to continue, so I
hurried to my secret spot, arriving about half an hour early.  To my
surprise, Ron was already sitting on the log, leafing through a new-looking
magazine.

   He waved as I stepped into the clearing, and said "Hey Tom!"

   "Hey, uh, Ron!" I waved back, "Uh where's, uh, Carol?"

   "Oh, she had some things to do." he said, off-handedly, "She'll be along
later.  Hey!  Look what I brought for your collection!"

   He waved the magazine and said, "C'mon over here and let's look it
over!", patting the log beside him.

   Having fucked his girlfriend together, I reckoned we were good pals, and
thought nothing of sitting down beside him to look at the dirty magazine
he'd brought.

   "This one's a little different than the one's you've got." he said,
Showing me a page full of pictures, "I think you're gonna like it!"

   It took a few seconds for the contents of the page to work its way
through my consciousness, and when it did, it hit me like a ton of bricks!

   "They're all men and boys!" was all I could think to say, "they're
fucking the boys like girls!"

   He laughed at my shocked expression and turned the page.  Here there
were older women kissing, licking, and sucking on younger girls!

   "Man!" I exclaimed, "I didn't even know that stuff was possible!"

   The tent in my jeans belied any outrage I might have felt.

   "Pretty hot, huh?" Ron said, unzipping his own jeans, "Why don't you
take yours out too, and we can beat off together while we look at the
rest?"

   Not wanting to seem like an immature kid, I soon had my own stiff pecker
in hand, going ninety miles an hour.

   "Hey, slow down, Kid!" Ron laughed, "There's still lots of pictures to
look at!"

   The next page showed the kids and adults from the previous pages having
sex in all sorts of different combinations.  There was a shot of a boy
about my age screwing an older woman doggie style, like Ron had done Carol
the day before, but in this one, a man knelt behind the boy pronging him
deeply in his butt with a his own large organ!

   One of the women had strapped on a fake dick and was plowing away at a
supine young girl as a boy poked her from behind and a man took turns
sticking his dick in each of their mouths.

   A girl had three dicks in her, one in each hole, in one of the pictures,
while in another, two men were buried to their pubic hair in opposite ends
of a young lad.  What almost made me blow was the boy's hard-on - he was
clearly enjoying the situation because slimy fluid flew from the head of
his curved-up dick as it seemed to slap against his tight belly.

   "Here," Ron said, handing me the magazine, "you turn the pages and I'll
jerk both of us off!"

   I grabbed the magazine by reflex, and before I knew it, Ron's hand was
sliding up and down my boner.  I flipped through a couple of pages, being
sure to hold it where he could see too.  Not only were the strange pictures
turning me on, but the feel of someone else's hand on my dick was driving
me wild!

   "You and your buddies ever suck each other?" Ron asked casually, slowly
stroking my dick with a twisting motion that felt really good.

   I just shook my head and kept looking at the pictures.  Ten minutes ago,
I'd have been shocked by the question, now it just excited me.

   "Tell you what, let's get these pants off, and I'll show you how it's
done!" Ron stood and started removing his jeans.

   I laid the magazine carefully on the log, face down so as not to lose my
place, and followed suit.  Since Ron took his shirt off, I did too.

   The wood of the log felt strange against the bare skin of my butt when I
sat back down and picked up the magazine.

   "Here," Ron said, pushing at my shoulders, "this'll be easier if you
just lay back and put your feet on each side of the log."

   It wasn't a very high log and my feet rested comfortably on the ground,
leaving my knees about the same level as my crotch.

   I hid behind the magazine and waited with bated breath as, for the first
time, a guy put his mouth on my dick.

   It felt great!  Different than Carol's mouth, to be sure, but SO much
better than my hand!

   Ron plunged his mouth all the way down my shaft and buried his nose in
my little patch of pubic hair.  He started going up and down, faster and
faster, fucking his face onto my teenaged dick.

   Oh man!  I never dreamed a GUY could make me feel like that!

   Like Carol had done the day before, Ron wormed a finger deep into my
butt.  It hurt a little at first, since his fingers were bigger than
Carol's, but then it started feeling really good!

   He pulled his finger out and spat on it, and when he put it back,
another one was alongside of it.  That hurt even more, but like the other
time, died out pretty quick.  Two thick fingers sawing in and out of my
butt while my dick was buried repeatedly in this guys mouth!  I was seeing
stars!

   When Ron added a third finger, I grunted in pain and pulled back a
little, the magazine forgotten on my chest.

   "Just relax, Tom!" Ron said, "It'll feel good again in a minute!"

   He went back to sucking, and sure enough, my sphincter relaxed and
welcomed his invading digits.  After a while, he changed the angle of his
thrusts, and hit that spot deep in my butt that sent an electric shock up
my spine.  At the same time, he started swirling his tongue around the
tender rim of my glans.

   That did it!  I must have unloaded a gallon of that white stuff in Ron's
mouth, and he swallowed every drop of it!

   When he finally came up for air, he wiped his mouth with the back of his
free hand and said, "Damn kid!  You almost drowned me!  Carol's right
though, you do have sweet juice!"

   He sat down and picked up the magazine, his stiff boner poking up in
front of him.

   "Hey Tom," he said, "come over here and sit on this and get me off, will
ya?"

   At first I thought he was joking, but he didn't look up from the
magazine.

   Well, it was only fair.  He had just gotten me off, and those kids in
the pictures seemed to like it...

   Gingerly, I straddled his legs and slowly lowered myself toward his lap.
I heard him spit a couple of times and, looking between my legs, saw him
wipe it on the shaft and purple head of his rod.  When that slick knob
nestled into the depression of my butt hole, I cringed a bit, but it was
about the same thickness as the three fingers that had been in me, so, to
my surprise and relief, it slid right in without too much pain. ...And kept
on sliding!  It came up against some sort of barrier inside me and bulled
its way through, deep into my guts, where it finally came to rest as my
buttocks flattened against his hairy thighs!  I could feel it pulsing deep
in my bowels!

   Ron said, "Oh yeah, that feels real good, Tom!  Here, look at the
pictures while I fuck your butt!"

   Just as he was starting to get a rhythm going, and I was getting the
magazine turned right side up, a feminine voice broke in from the other
side of the clearing.

   "So you boys started without me!" Carol piped up, shedding her clothes
as she approached the log, "Well, I'll just have to catch up!"

   My face must have flamed at being caught with this beautiful lady's
boyfriend's cock up my butt, but Carol didn't seem to mind.

   She climbed onto the log, naked except for her bobby socks, and swung
one leg over my head, placing her hairy mound right in my face.

   "Come on, Tommy, lick me!" she cooed, "get me ready to fuck!"

   I wasn't too sure about licking her where she peed and where both of us
had fucked her, but she had done it to me, so it seemed only fair...

   I parted the sweet smelling undergrowth of her curly pubic hair with my
tongue and took an exploratory swipe from the bottom of her slit to the
top.

   "Oooh!  That's right baby!  Lick my pussy!" Carol moaned.

   She grabbed a double handful of my hair and moved my head where she
wanted it.  I just kept my tongue busy licking at anything that seemed
interesting.

   Ron, meanwhile, had a handful of my resurrected boner and was stroking
it in time with his thrusts into my bottom.  His pole felt like steel
covered in something soft and warm, and each time he pulled out, I wanted
him back in.

   Carol was very vocal about the pleasure she was receiving from my mouth
and tongue, and Ron kept 'ssshhh'ing her.

   Finally, he'd had enough of the noise and said, "Carol, sit down on this
boy's dick and kiss him before you bring the cops from three counties down
on us!"

   Carol didn't seem to have a problem with that, and after Ron's rough
palm, her pussy felt like soft velvet caressing my shaft.  She kissed me
deeply and moaned into my mouth.  I joined her!

   At some point I seemed to be floating outside myself, looking down at
the skinny teenager riding up and down on a big, grown man's dick, while a
beauty queen fucked herself on on the teen's shaft and tried to swallow his
tonsils.  Even then, the absurdity of the tableau was not lost on me, but
neither was the exquisite sensation nor the sense of pure, dumb luck I felt
at being privileged to experience it!

   Each time Carol lifted herself, Ron's strong arms would lift me too,
then she'd drop back down, impaling both of us.  I got my feet on the log
and started helping Ron lift me up.  When I had the rhythm, he loosened his
grip and started meeting my downward plunges with upward jerks of his hips,
skewering me even deeper.

   I was about as drenched in sexual sensations as I thought it possible to
be, when Carol said, "Hold on a minute...  No, don't move!"

   To my utter despair, she raised her sweet pussy completely off my dick,
and I thought that was the end of our fuck, wondering what I'd done wrong.

   Imagine my surprise when, instead of getting off of me, she position my
throbbing member at her back hole, and in one long smooth plunge, buried it
to the hilt!

   Oh, man!  Her butt hole was SOOO tight and hot!  Kinda soft and gritty
at the same time.

   The pretty brunette's eyes rolled back in her head and her eyelids kinda
fluttered as she settled on my even harder shaft.

   "Oooooh, yeah!" she cooed, "You're just the right size for my tight
little butt!  I love it this way, but Ron's too big!"

   Well, he seemed about the right size for my butt, but who was I to argue
with a beautiful lady whose ass was sliding up and down my dick?

   Something about the way Carol's eyeballs rolled up and those eyelids
fluttered, just made me go all gooshy inside.  I could sympathize.  Ron's
long, thick pole was doing things to my butt that traveled all the way up
my spine.

   The magazine lay forgotten on the forest floor as Carol rode me and I
rode her boyfriend.  Carol was very loud when being fucked in the pussy,
but with my dick up her butt, she made these weird, guttural, groaning
sounds, like they were coming from deep in her guts.

   The beautiful brunette drove us faster and faster, and Ron's breath got
louder in my ear.  Suddenly, he changed the angle of his attack and the
head of his dick swept hard across that spot in my butt.  In seconds, I
felt something warm inside me as his dick pulsed and spasmed.

   He was cumming in my butt!  I had gotten another guy off with my butt!
The very thought of it, along with the physical sensations I was getting
from the two of them triggered something deep inside me, and when I came
this time, it seemed to be from a different place than before.  My whole
insides seemed to be trying to force their way out my peehole!

   Carol must have felt it, too, because she gave a feral snarl and ground
her ass into my crotch, then snapped into a rigid arch, tits thrust skyward
as she clung to my neck with both hands.

   We broke apart as Carol and I tumbled to the leafy floor of the glade,
collapsing where we fell, panting.

   Not much was said as we dressed.  Each of us was still lost in reverie
over what had just happened.

   Finally, Ron handed me the magazine, saying, "Here kid, this is yours.
Look, Carol and I got something to do tomorrow, then we gotta head outta
town, so I guess this is goodbye..."

   Stunned that my days of paradise with these two people who had changed
my life were to end so abruptly, I stuttered, "B-but you'll be coming back,
right?"

   He shook his head, "Not for a long time, if ever.  Sorry, but that's the
way it's gotta be.  This was a load of fun, and I'm glad we met, but as
they say: 'All good things must end someday'."

   He stuck out his hand and I shook it automatically.

   "You've got a good firm grip there, Tom.  People are going to respect
you as you get older." Ron said.

   My face felt hot at the compliment and I mumbled an embarrassed
"Thanks!"

   Carol plastered her slinky, beautiful form to mine and kissed me long
and deep.

   "I'll always remember you, Tommy." she said wistfully as her fingers
trailed down my cheek.

   I stood, lost, as they headed for the woods, but Ron turned back.

   "Hey, kid.  If I was you, I'd move your stuff for a while." he looked
kind of embarrassed, "some folks might come around here lookin' for us, and
you wouldn't want 'em to find your stash."

   When they were gone, I stuffed the new magazine in the ammo case with
all my old things and headed home.  I hid it in the garage temporarily,
until I could find a safer place.

   The next day at breakfast, Father, reading the paper as usual, shook his
head and made a disgusted noise.

   "What a waste!" he huffed, "I just don't know what's come over young
people today!"

   "What's that, dear?" Mom asked, dutifully.

   Father slapped the paper with the back of his hand and said, "Story here
about a young couple robbing the bank yesterday!  Says they got away with
almost twenty thousand dollars!"

   Mother shook her head and replied, "Tsk, tsk!  Whatever is the world
coming to!"

   "Says here," Father continued, self-righteously, "that they hid out in
the woods that border Elm street!  That's right around the corner!"

   Mother, bless her heart, looked concerned and said, "Why, Tommy!  That's
where you play sometimes, isn't it?  You didn't see any strangers over
there, did you?"

   I cleared my throat and said "Uh, no, Mom!"

   Hey, they might have been bank robbers, but they had done ME an
invaluable service, and a promise is a promise.

   When I got together with the guys after that, things were different.  I
just sort of smiled when they told their stories.  They could only guess -
I KNEW!

   My best friend slept at my house a few nights later, and I showed him my
new magazine, telling him I'd 'found' it.  As we leafed through it, I
showed him the things Ron had taught me, and after that we got together
regularly to suck and fuck each other.

   Even after Cindy Mason and I started 'doing it', I still enjoyed having
a sexy sleepover with my friend now and then.

   Cindy, though, well that was another matter altogether.  She was an apt
and willing pupil, and just LOVED everything I taught her.  I don't know
how she did it, but she got a diaphragm, and after that, there was no
stopping us.

   My confidence grew, and Cindy apparently couldn't help blabbing to her
friends.  Before long, I had a whole list of girls that wanted to go out
with me.  Some of them wanted me all to themselves, but I was having too
much fun.

   The ones I didn't like, or that I didn't have time for, I started
farming out to my friends, and suddenly our sleepovers stopped.  When we
did get together, we KNEW what we were talking about!
   So, wherever you are, Ron and Carol, THANKS A MILLION!