Message-ID: <19667eli$9902050429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/19667.txt> From: "I.M. Strange" <im_sub@hotmail.com> Subject: My Sex Life#3; (True,mm/f, oral, pedo,forced) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19990204114713.3781.qmail@hotmail.com> I have an ordinary middle aged life with the house; the children; the cat; the community; the wife; etc. However, I have had an interesting sex life. The Internet affords me an opportunity to cater to exhibitionism and let all us voyeurs watch as I relive My Sex Life, especially all the parts that nobody else knows about. All of the stories written here are true. Itıs been spiced up with added details to hold the interest of the reader, but the vignettes as portrayed actually happened. *If you would like to comment on; reply to; or......exchange ideas... something like that (in Central Minnesota or nearby Wisconsin), - E-mail me at: im_sub@hotmail.com. I am interested in feedback. I thought that no one else ever did anything really weird like I did, but there was one truly bizarre experience that still sticks in my memory - One time, I was over playing with Eddie and another friend, Mike. Mike had to babysit some neighbor girls that lived across the street from him, so we all went over there. It was summer, we all had shorts on, and, as was usual for me at that time, I wasnıt wearing any underwear. We all sat down to watch TV along with the two older girls who were probably 8 or 9 and wearing nightgowns. Mike and Eddie were sitting on the couch with one of the girls, and I was sitting in the stuffed armchair with the other girl sitting on my lap. In that day and age there was nothing strange about that, and I didnıt think anything of it myself. She was just a kid! However, as she adjusted her seat while we were watching TV, her little ass sat directly on top of my cock. When I felt myself getting hard, I was in a mild panic, because I didnıt want to be accused of being a pervert, and if I took her off my lap and stood up, my boner would have stuck out of my shorts like a tent pole. Then I realized she was doing this deliberately! She kept on moving her butt until my now aching stiff pole was resting right along the crack of her ass. Unfortunately for me, it was bent the wrong way, pointing down, so I knew she had to know what she was doing because my cock head was practically forcing itself up to her little cunny. I was both fascinated and appalled. We were supposed to be babysitting! Eddie and Mike and her sister had no idea what was happening. My cock was starting to hurt when she suddenly raised herself up and discreetly flipped back her nightgown and sat down again. In that space I tried to flip my prick around, but only succeeded in getting it caught in my shorts leg, sticking partly out. This little hotbox then sat her now bare cunt and ass directly on my lap again squirming around until my half naked tool was resting in her bare crack. My cock head had to be touching her little cunt lips, but I didnıt really know. I just felt the folds of her bare flesh. It was still painful for me and I was freaking. I sat there almost paralyzed for close to 15 minutes as she wiggled herself on my erection. My heart was racing with fear and the grotesque thrill of having an 8 or 9 year old get off on rubbing herself on my hard meat. Either my gooey pre-cum, her juices, or maybe just our combined sweat lubricated her crack so that she could slide around on my hard pole. I donıt know. I do know that she would have rubbed me raw if it had not gotten wet. If it would not of felt so good, I probably would have shoved her off. If it hadnıt been so awkward, with my prick still bent at a painful angle, I probably would have shot my load all over her exposed cunt. I wonder what she would have done then? When the TV show was over, she hopped off my lap as if nothing had happened. She didnıt even pass me a sly look or anything. I got my dick out of site and under control. And that was that. But I seriously wondered what games she and Mike or maybe her father might having been playing..... There was a day at the end of the summer of 1968 when I was once more sneaking around naked in the woods. This day I was particularly daring and I wasnıt wearing any sneakers. I had to step gingerly from place to place in my bare feet. I was daydreaming about a Jungle Jane type woman as I stepped cautiously along, my hand on my semi-hard cock. I had been doing this for a couple of years now, and I had never had any trouble hiding from people, but there was almost never anybody to hide from. So my mind was blown when I heard sounds from not very far ahead! I froze and peered through the underbrush. I could make out some figures and it looked like....?? I stalked closer until I could see. Holy Shit! It was Peter, Jimmyıs older brother and Ellen Black. They were standing up against a tree, passionately kissing. I didnıt know whether to run or watch. The thing was, Ellen lived on the other side of me, also next door. She was ³old,² probably about 19, as was Peter. She had long dark hair, a pretty face, and a thin figure. But the Blackıs were real Roman Catholic types. There were a lot of kids in the family. There were two other girls near my age - Anna who was the same age as I was, and Theresa, who was a year older. Once, when we were younger, probably about 8 or 9 years old, I had tried to play ³you show me yours and Iıll show you mine² with Anna. She agreed, but after I had stripped down, all she would do was to take off her shirt, giving me a show of pre-pubescent chest nipples. She couldnıt take off her pants ³cause it would be a sin.² Her sister Theresa and I were friends, and we had actually held hands while we we playing at the creek that bordered both of our yards. But I wanted to kiss her and she wouldnıt let me, because ³she was Catholic.² Now here was their good looking older sister making out with Peter. The fact that I am stupid has definitely led me to my degraded state today. I should have snuck away and gotten out of there. I was a buck naked 14 year old kid in the middle of the woods with, what I considered, two adults. But, I really wanted to see what they were doing, so..... I snuck closer. I managed to get about 10 feet away so that I could see them, but I was still hidden. It was worth it. I could see that Ellenıs shirt was open and Peterıs hands were busy. He must be playing with her tits, even though I couldnıt see! He was grinding his hips into her crotch and she seemed to be getting off on it. Jesus! Peter and Ellen Black! My hand was on my prick as I half saw and half imagined what they were doing. He moved his mouth off hers and his face ducked down to her chest. Then she started repeating ³Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!² over and over, bouncing up and down. Her hands were caressing the back of his head. He stood up and I saw his hands move farther down to her shorts. ³Peter!² she said, her hands holding his, ³I donıt want to get pregnant His back was to me, so I didnıt hear his reply, but she said,²No,² except she was laughing as she said it. Again, Peter said something I couldnıt hear, all the while he was still rubbing himself against her,his hands moving at her waist. ³In my mouth!² protested Ellen. ³You keep on asking that..No! You like this,² she giggled and her hands were at his shorts. At that moment there was a snap! behind me and I quickly turned to see a squirrel running away. Just as quickly I turned back and saw both Peter and Ellen staring directly into my eyes. Oh Shit! They heard the noise too. They looked. Theyıre looking at me. Shit! No! I thought. Inanely, I smiled feebly and my legs started turning away. I had no idea of what I was doing and the first thing I did was fall down. No! no, no,no, I thought laying on my back. I was paralyzed with fear. Maybe theyıll run away, I thought. Maybe they really didnıt see me. Maybe.. ³Moran!² Peterıs voice yelled, ³Is that you?² He sounded pissed. ³That was Greggy, Peter,² said Ellenıs voice plaintively and to my ears, breathily. ³Greggy Moran, get your butt over here.² demanded Peter. ³Uh , I canıt,² I croaked in fear, still lying on the ground. ³Why not?² said Peter. Uh, I donıt have any clothes on?² I said stupidly. Wha?!! You little pervert!² Peter came running over and grabbed me by the arm. My little, practically hairless cock was still sticking out, in spite (or because of?) my pounding fear. ³You pervert!² he repeated, looking at my hard dick. I heard Ellen giggle. Now that was strange. Here, she was caught making out, with her shirt open and she was the one giggling. Weird. I had no notion of what was going on in the sixties at that time, so it didnıt occur to me that she was probably stoned. In retrospect, she must have been, because to this day I canıt imagine the prim and proper, very Catholic, Ellen Black acting the wanton. Peter was holding my arm tightly. I wouldnıt look him in the eye, and looking down, I could see his stiff dick sticking half out of his shorts. He was not paying attention to it in his anger at me. My mind was still numb when he said in my ear, ³Jimmy told me you were a little pervert. I thought it was more of his lies when he said you gave him blow jobs.² ³What!² I protested, jerking my head up, ³I never..² ³Really?² interrupted Peter. ³What? Did somebody steal all your clothes and shove you out here? Is your fucking dick always hard?² He turned and pulled me over to Ellen, who was holding her shirt closed. She looked at my naked, aroused body with amused fascination. ³Heıs a faggot,² said Peter. ³He gets his kicks watching people and giving guys blow jobs.² ³No,² I protested again; ³Shut up,² Peter said; ³Thatıs sick,² said Ellen - all at the same time. ³Jimmy told me about you giving him blow jobs. He even described your prick to me,² Peter whispered in my ear. ³How did he know that, if youıre not a homo?² He was really pissed off. ³Youıre a homo?² said Ellen and she giggled again. ³Really?² Unconsciously, she let her shirt fall open again. Her breasts were only a foot away from me and they were beautiful. They were pink and firm and her nipples were hard. I wanted to reach out and touch them. Peter said, ³Look, heıs getting off just thinking about it,² nodding at my stiff cock,which was throbbing with a life of its own. ³Thatıs disgusting,² Ellen repeated, turning her head away. ³Thatıs what you wanted me to do.² ³Yeah, but he likes it, donıt you Greggy,² Peter said, now grabbing me by both of my bare shoulders and looking at me. ³Watch this Ellen. Heıll show you.² He pushed me down to my knees in front of him and said, ³Go ahead. Do what you want.² I stared at his hard manhood half out of his shorts along with his bushy pubic hair and tried to figure out what to do. My cock was aching hard, and I was turned on, but not by the thought of sucking Peter, but by the thought of fucking Ellen. At least thatıs what was going through my mind. ³Cımon faggot,² Peter demanded. ³Take it out and suck it. Or do you want me to tell everyone what a pervert peeping Tom you are?² He grabbed the hair on my head and pulled my face into his crotch. ³All right, all right,² I said, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I didnıt want him to tell anybody. I didnıt want him to beat me up ( I knew he sometimes beat up on Jimmy). I just wanted to hide, but he had me on my knees in front of him, so I gave in. Humiliated that Ellen was going to think I was a Homo, I nonetheless put my hands up and pulled down his shorts and underwear, freeing his stiff member. The top was already wet and sticky and it was long and thin like Jimmyıs. I heard Ellen breathing behind me as I put my mouth on the head of his tool. He pulled me into his cock. I looked up at him with my lips around his shaft and tried to say "please don't make me do this," but it just came out as mumbles. This was worse than any nightmare, sucking a guys manmeat, while a beautiful woman watched in squeamish fascination, seeing evidence that I was, indeed, a faggot. Peter took his hands off my head and said, ³Donıt stop, faggot.² He moved his hips back and forth and his cock slid in and out of my mouth from my lips to my throat. I had to grab his legs for support when he let go, and I was almost helping him fuck my mouth. I heard him say, ³Oh, cımere baby,² and I felt him pull Ellen to him. I looked up with my eyes and saw his hands grab her naked breasts and move her toward him. She giggled again and came to him, her mouth on his. Her tongue darted out and licked his mouth, slipping inside. My mind was trying to take in her licentious behavior. I couldnıt believe that this sister of Anna and Theresaıs could be such a easy slut! Here some bare assed kid was being forced to suck her boyfriends cock and she was letting him play with her tits while it happened! I tried to get angry at her, but the power of the situation and the fact that her boobs were just overhead with Peterıs palms on her fleshy globes, his thumbs manipulating her hard nipples, left me with a hopeless longing. My shaft was rigid with desire, but here I was, acting as Peterıs mouth cunt. Peter continued to move his hips, now fucking my mouth with a slow intensity. I had no where to go and continued to submit to this degradation, somehow hoping that maybe I would be able to touch Ellen before this was all over. She moved closer to Peter and her bare leg was rubbing against my naked body. God! My erection was pulsing now. I discreetly tried to rub myself against her as she was trying to rub her crotch against Peterıs thigh. ³Peter!² she said into his mouth. ³Oh, Ellen,² he breathed, ³This is wild.² ³Peter,² she repeated taking her mouth off his, ³heıs in the way.² She nodded down at me. I froze, aching with longing, my mouth full of cock. Peter took his hands off of her tits and placed one behind my head and pulled me hard onto his pole. I gagged as my face was crushed into his flat belly, my lips were mashed by his pubic hair and his cock savaged my throat. I could feel his other hand move into Ellenıs shorts as the material rubbed against the side of my face. ³Peter!² she said insistently, ³I donıt want to get pregnant!² ³Shhhh,² he said as his face moved down to her exposed breasts and his hand maneuvered its way around to her crotch, ³I promise you that you donıt have to even touch me at all. My cock wonıt be anywhere near you.² He let me slide back off his dick somewhat and actually smiled and winked at me! while he started tonguing her stiff nipples. I felt completely victimized She gasped and moaned slightly, ³Ohhhhhhh,² as her hands went to the back of his head again. She now offered no resistance now as Peter unzipped her shorts and started working them down around her hips. She stepped away from my side, wiggled her thighs a little and the shorts fell down to her ankles. She stepped out of them. Peter had let go of my head now and had both hands at Ellenıs waist, one shoving down the front of her panties and the other down the back, along her ass. He was still moving in and out of my mouth, enjoying the sensation of my young lips on his hard meat. I started really sucking him, wanting to get this over with. The smell of Ellenıs hot pussy only 6 inches away from my head was starting to make me crazy with lust. I was sweating in the humid summer heat. I could see Peterıs hand working its way into her wet snatch inside her panties. Her pubic hairs curled out from the crotch and I wanted to lick her. Peter moved his mouth back up and whispered, ³Pretend heıs not even there,² into Ellenıs ear and his tongue started licking the inside and the earlobe. ³Oh God!, God, God,² Ellen moaned as she shook her head, obviously overwhelmed by the reactions of her lusty body. She pushed her own panties off as Peter thrust his finger deep into her dripping box. He clasped her now naked ass and pulled her closer so that her pussy and the back of his hand were now rubbing against my head. Her slick naked legs were sliding against my wet, naked body as she humped his hand and my head. Peter speeded up his thrusts into my mouth and I again had to hold on tight to his now sweaty thighs to keep him from choking me. He tried to move his chest against her exposed tits and that drove him further into me. Their mouths were locked together and he removed his hand from her wet pussy to run it up her naked ass, up her back, and to pull her flapping shirt off her shoulders. I felt it fall on my legs, but I couldnıt see anymore as her cunt ground into the back of my head, forcing my face back into Peterıs belly, his thin tool driving into my throat. She started humping me, practically climbing over me until her legs were spread wide open. I could feel her wet cunt flesh on the back of my neck. She was pressing against me so that my meat was being pushed into the ground as her weight and frantic movements drove me down. Peter had to slide down the tree and bend his knees to keep his dick in my mouth. My whole body reeled as I felt her slippery cunt, her wet juices, mixing with my sweat, trickling down my back, as she ground her flowing vagina into the back of my head and neck. ³Oh GOD! GOD! GOD!,² she screamed, throwing her head back, bouncing up and down, slamming into my shoulders, driving my knees and cock into the dirt, her sweat and her liquid pussy drenching my body and dripping down my back. Her hands were grabbing my shoulderblades, trying to force me harder against her as she exploded in orgasm. ³OH JESUS!² she moaned and her body shivered. Peter was slamming his tool into my mouth now as he grabbed Ellenıs ass cheeks with both hands, his cock fucking me furiously, slamming into my throat. Each time he pulled Ellen towards him, her cunt would shove my head onto his engorged phallus. ³YES! OH YES! IıM FUCKING YOU BABY!² Peter yelled, his hips bucking wildly as he shot a huge hunk of sperm into my throat. He shot again, his goo filling my mouth. My head was totally trapped and I couldnıt breath. I felt Ellenıs hands go to Peterıs and she moved them off her ass and slid off of my back as he orgasmed again. I frantically swallowed, trying to inhale through my nose. His cum kept on filling my mouth! When Ellen finally stepped back, I pushed away from Peterıs dick, gasping for breath. He quickly moved his hand from my head and grabbed his spurting tool, jerking it, the spunk shooting onto my face. I collapsed onto the ground bending over, coughing up gooey sperm as he continued shooting his load onto my sweating naked back and neck. Finally I rolled over and lay down, not caring that my erection was still pulsing in the air. I could feel the cum dribbling down my face. I looked up and saw Peter squeezing the last drops of semen out of his cock and shaking it onto to me. I saw Ellen, totally nude, looking down at me as if from miles away. Her cunt hairs were dripping with her secretions and I could still smell her from down on the ground. God, she was beautiful! Hot sweat covered her bare body with a fine sheen and it dripped form her hard, firm breasts. Even her large, brown nipples were were wet as they rigidly pointed out from the tips of her tits. She looked as if she had been sculpted from wet clay. My own dick jerked as I watched her and my hand involuntarily moved toward it. ³Wow,² she said looking at my young trembling, abused body ³You really like that?² Then, for the first time since I got there, she demonstrated what I would have thought would have been an instinctive modesty. Maybe it was because she was naked with two boys, one who had cum dribbling from his exposed cock; the other with cum on his face, dribbling from his mouth and who on his back, staring at her, his raging hard on wet with pre cum, mixed with dirt from the woods floor, proving his unfulfilled lust. Whatever it was, she suddenly looked uneasy, and grabbed her panties and shorts, pulling them on swiftly over her slick thighs and ass. She then grabbed her bra she said nervously, ³I gotta go Peter, Iım late.² She didnıt look at me or wait for an answer from Peter before turning her back and rapidly walked away, trying to put on her bra on her slippery wet body as she went. My heart was still beating rapidly but I was stupefied as I lay there. Then Peter prodded me with his foot and said, ³ I should beat the shit out of you, you little faggot homo, but since you didnıt really hurt anything, Iıll let you live. Why donıt you beat off for me? Letıs see how faggots do it.² My head was still spinning. It felt like someone already had kicked me around. But my cock was still really hard and I could still smell Ellenıs pussy juices that had saturated my neck and back. ³Go ahead faggot!² he repeated prodding me harder with his foot. He put his fingers on his now limp dick and pointed it at my face. ³Go ahead and jerk off.² I did not want to resist and I wrapped my fingers around my throbbing meat. After all I been through, especially surrounded by the smell of Ellenıs steamy cunt, it only took a few jerks before my hips rose and my sperm started flying. My mouth opened and I squeezed my eyes shut as my fist milked my manhood and my body convulsed. I felt my boiling cum splatter on my chest and then I felt hot piss pour into my mouth! My eyes snapped open and I shut my mouth as I saw Peter pissing on me in the throes of my orgasm. I inadvertantly swallowed some of his piss as I spit the rest out, but my body was still shuddering and bucking with a mind of its own while he sprayed my whole face and then moved his fiery stream down my chin to my chest, pissing his discharge onto my nipples, then my belly and finally my hand and my cock and balls. My hand and pubic hairs were drenched with his piss as my own orgasm subsided. He continued to douse my groin area until he reached a dribble and then shook himself over my face again. I turned my head away, totally spent, spitting pee out of my mouth, degraded, humiliated and in despair. My life was over. I closed my eyes and felt hot tears leaking out. ³Next time I catch you spying, homo, youıll get a lot worse than that,² said Peter. I heard him walk away as I lay there, naked, soaked in sweat, covered with piss and cum, my hand still wrapped around my penis, crying softly to myself. I lay there for awhile, my mind a blank, thinking that soon everyone would know about Greg the Homo, and wondering what to do. Ah, the recovering powers of a 14 year old! After the dazed unreality of it all wore off, I realized that there was nothing for me to do! Feeling depressed and very sorry for myself, I snuck down to the creek, washed myself off as best I could, got dressed and went home and acted like nothing happened. And for all that, nothing might have well happened. Ellen always avoided me after that. I never spoke to her again and her family moved away about a year later. Peter gave me mocking and enticing looks whenever he felt like it, but I never gave him the opportunity to be alone with me and force me again, and I guess he never told anybody. At least not anybody who ever told me. My exterior psyche healed easily, but I replayed the scene in my mind when I masturbated many times until it had a place alongside the rest of my pornographic fantasies. For years thereafter, Ellenıs slick, sweaty body was in my daydream fantasies. In the rare wet dreams I had, her juiced up cunt and sopping wet pubic hairs figured prominently. I was a bit more discreet after that in my ³naked runs,² but I never stopped doing it, and in later years continued this aberrant form of exhibitionism while driving a car, on the job or in someone elseıs house or yard. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>