Message-ID: <4869eli$9710151326@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4869.txt> From: "The Lovers" <lovers@unforgettable.com> Subject: BlowJobs In The Park (M/F True) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <01bcd8e7$9524e780$96865ad1@imzadi> As always, If you aren’t able to read erotica in your corner of the galaxy, DON’T! For those of you who are new to my postings, my wife and I write about our true experiences (like this one) and our fantasies. We think it’s a huge charge to tell the entire Internet community about our sex lives, and nobody knows who we are. It’s perfect! Comments are always welcome. Send them to the e-mail address at the end of the story. -------------- Lunch hour during my high school days was more than simply eating bad cafeteria food. It was much more interesting. You see, my girlfriend (now my wife) and I would sneak off to a nearby park and indulge in each others bodies since actual intercourse was infrequent (unlike the way it is now which is very frequent). We’d usually sneak behind a group of trees to stay well hidden from any passersby and I would unzip myself and haul out my manhood. She’d kneel before me and start using her hand to stroke my cock. This felt like the hand-jobs that I would give myself while I fantasized about her. The only difference was that it was much better. It never failed to get me going. However, I needed something more to push me over the edge. That’s where her mouth entered the picture. Back in those days, she was somewhat timid about using her mouth to please me, so I was careful not to force her to do anything she didn’t want to do. She hesitantly took my tool in her mouth and started to move herself up and down it’s length. This would make me shiver. She’d stare up at me to see if I was enjoying myself. There was no question that I was. I was trying my best to keep my moaning down to a minimum as to not attract any attention to us. But sometime she would do something that would make me just groan unbelievably. This would make her feel more comfortable and she would really get into it. Lunch hour in high school was only 40 minutes long, and due to the fact that it was a ten minute walk to and from the park, it dictated that I get off in about 20 minutes or less. For whatever reason, I was a notoriously slow climaxer in high school and we would often cut it real close to being late for class. For those times that we were tight on time, I’d pull out of her mouth and stroke my cock as fast as I could. Within two minutes, I’d be shooting hot, creamy, white, sticky cum in her mouth, on her lips and chin. Seeing my cum on her face was (and still is) a major turn on. Sometimes she would succeed in bringing me off with her mouth, and she’d end up swallowing my entire load down her throat. Some of those climaxes were the biggest of my life, and she’d always had very wet panties. Perhaps it was the thrill of getting caught, or doing something illicit. Whatever the reason, we both got a huge charge out of the experience. Now that we’re responsible adults having wild and passionate sex in our own place, we don’t do anything like that anymore. Perhaps we should be.... -- lovers@unforgettable.com "Love remains forever" -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /