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This is a work of actual and fictional events FOR ADULTS ONLY.
Distribution without this header or for a fee is prohibited. If
you archive please allow me access. Your comments are welcome -
jimkeigel@hotmail.com.
These stories are about real life sexual activity. The names have been
changed, but the events are usually based on actual events. Our
hero is L.C., a man who lives for sex and possesses great sexual
prowess, but otherwise is essentially unremarkable. He lives in a town
in the U.S.A. L.C. works a regular job, drives an average car and
has a thick 6&1/2 inch penis. The girls come and go, and cum some
more. Eventually the goal is to start a web site and have a collection
of stories there and maybe a few pictures.
SPECIAL NOTE:
This one is going to be a little different because your hero has been
busy elsewhere and has nothing current for you. Now this goes back a
few years, but it is SO unbelievable, and will make for a good posting.
As you read, remember, there's proof.
SUMMER, 1976 (Part 1)
L.C. was tired. Working two jobs will do that to you and it seemed he
was always tired. Playing in a band was cool, but will cut some years
off your life, especially if you party until 3 AM or later every night.
And those were the good old days, when the first three shots of Crown
Royal was free, the dope was cheap, and the sex wouldn't kill you...as
long as you didn't get caught by a jealous boyfriend, etc. L.C. had
been pretty good last night because it was a weeknight and he knew he
didn't want to get shitfaced and have to open the gate at 8 AM the next
morning with a big hangover and four hours sleep. He usually just
opened up and then slept in the office chair until the crew got there
later. He hoped nobody else would bother him as he opened the gate,
blinking in the already hot sun, still half asleep. He drove the rest
of the way to the parking lot and went inside the control room, leaving
the door unlocked in case any of the technicians needed to get in. He
needed to be there if they showed up to work on the equipment, but they
would not disturb him too much.
Now picture a small building isolated in really rough terrain, with only
a two lane dead end road connecting it to the next signs of civilization
about half a mile away. And from that small building you must get a
ride one quarter of a mile to another small isolated building, similar
to a power booster station, in even more extreme terrain. The only way
to get to the second building is to get a ride at the first building,
unless you are seriously into hiking, etc. That's really all you need
to know for the story. Of course it's pretty vague, but to be more
specific would jeopardize people's anonymity...remember, it's all true,
and there's proof.
So L.C. hasn't seen anyone, no cars, nothing. He had gone inside,
turned on the air conditioner and was just about to put his feet up on
the desk back in the office and get some more sleep when he heard the
door open and close. He looked out and made sure no cars were in the
parking lot. The technicians usually just opened the door and yelled
for a ride, but not this time. He got up and made his was back to the
control room, grabbing a hammer from the tool room on the way by. Best
to be cautious, and he was almost sure he had heard the door. He was
always worried about getting robbed because of the remote location, but
nothing like that had ever happened. Slowly he crept to the control
room door and peeked in.
He had not turned on any lights and it was kind of hard to see into the
corners of the room. Maybe somebody had just tried the door but had not
come inside . . . . He slowly put his head past the door frame, trying
to see behind the machinery in the dim light. It was very quiet. He
could see out the window now and nobody was is sight outside. He didn't
know whether to be afraid or just irritated. He listened intently, but
it was just very quiet . . . .
Suddenly he sensed someone in the corner! He quickly glanced toward the
bottled water which was in that corner as he pulled his head back out of
the line of fire. That figured, sometimes a small animal would get in
the building and try to get some water. But they didn't come in through
the door, and in his half-asleep, half-scared state of mind, he was
pretty sure the figure he had glimpsed crouching in the corner was
human. Or at least human-like... He bent down and ventured another
look through the doorway and froze!
Not ten feet away stood a young girl, and even in the dim light he could
see she was completely naked!!!
Whoa, he thought, releasing the breath he had been holding. She must
have heard him, and she turned away from the water bottle to face him.
L.C. straightened up and entered the room part way, and the girl took a
couple of steps toward him. He kept the hammer out of sight, but as her
outline turned into bare flesh as she stepped into the light he relaxed
his grip on it. In one second his emotions went from fear, to relief,
to anger, to wonder, to arousal. Was he dreaming? What in the hell was
going on anyway?
"Hi," said the nude young woman. "I just came in to get some water.
Okay? I'm really thirsty."
He just stood there for a couple of seconds, still having trouble trying
to grasp the situation, his brain not very quick so early in the
morning. (Hey, no cheap shots, okay?)
"Where are your clothes," he finally asked, half realizing how stupid it
sounded, but not able to come up with anything else at the moment.
"Right here!" She gracefully raised one leg straight out to one side
and slapped her bare hip with her palm. Naked as could be! DAMN.
She was about 5'4" tall and about twenty years old, with sandy brown
hair that simply parted in the middle and hung down to the middle of her
back. Blue eyes flashed in a fairly attractive young face, well tanned
for a white girl, with a quick flash of a smile behind full shapely
lips. L C noticed there was not an ounce of fat on her, as his eyes
traveled down past her slender shoulders and smooth arms, to the small
curvaceous waist and flat stomach, trying not to dwell on the little
tuft of matching sandy brown pubic hair between her legs. Her worst
feature was definitely those poor droopy little titties that looked as
if they had never been inside a bra, but her well muscled hips, thighs
and rump almost made up for the lack of jugs. He saw no tatoos or
jewelry, nothing to detract from her total nudity. She was beautifully
tanned all over - no tan lines - so obviously not bashful about being
outdoors in the buff . . . .One of the last of the original hippie
chicks.
L C was still not feeling completely awake yet and was having trouble
trying to make some sense out of it. He was sure there were no cars
outside, and she had been outside when he got there, no doubt about that
either. Was this some kind of a setup? He still had the hammer in his
hand where she couldn't see it. She was not offering any kind of an
explanation, and he could not hear anything unusual. Was she alone?
Where were her clothes? DAMN.
"How did you get up here?" he asked finally.
"I walked."
"By yourself?"
"Yeah. Can I have some more water?" She turned back towards the cooler
and L C checked out her firm womanly behind. He wondered: Is this the
meaning of the phrase "BUTT NAKED"? He snapped himself back to reality,
surreal as it was in the early morning light.
"Go ahead, help yourself. I'll get you a cup." He moved quickly back
through the tool room and the office, snatching up a coffee cup, but
really using the opportunity to look out all the windows in every
direction. Apparently she was alone, but he couldn't be sure until he
had a chance to look around some outside. He returned to the control
room and gave her the cup, then took a quick look around outside.
Nothing. . . . She WAS alone then. Very weird.
He went back inside and she was still in the control room, and still
naked.
"Come back into the office," he said, leading the way.
"Is any one else here?" she asked, hesitantly.
"No. My boss will be here later though, but he's cool." She followed
him into the poorly furnished room and sat on a side chair against the
wall at a 90 degree angle from the desk. L C grabbed his work shirt
which was gray when he bought it, but had since been covered with
various colors of paint due to the large amount of painting he did
maintaining the facility.
"Here. You better put this on in case somebody shows up and gets the
wrong idea. I don't want to get in trouble, okay?" He was starting to
think a little more rationally as he accepted the absurdity that a naked
chick had just showed up this morning for no apparent reason. He sat
down at the desk as she put on his shirt, covering up everything except
the bottom of her hiney and her legs. He decided to try to figure out
what to do with her before worrying about covering up the rest of her.
Besides, he was kinda enjoying sitting there interviewing this
half-naked crazy chick, and when she put her feet up on the seat of the
chair and hugged her knees it was the ultimate in beaver shots. . . .
"What's your name?"
"Caroline." "What is this place, what do you do here?"
He got them some coffee and they got acquainted for half an hour or so.
She was pretty vague about almost everything, saying she was just
passing through, and had been going to school in California - go
figure. She had no boyfriend, etc., no work experience, no immediate
plans. No clothes, no money, no ID, no possessions - nothing. Maybe
she had gotten too fried on psychedelic drugs or something? He told her
a little about himself, and started wondering just how uninhibited she
was, if sex was a possibility. It became obvious that she was downright
crazy, plumb loco, out of her mind. But she was not ugly, young, and
basically in a pretty good mood. He wondered what it would be like to
fuck a mental patient.
"Are you going to be alright when my boss Keith shows up?" he asked.
"I guess so. What's he like?"
He told her about his buddy who was about five years older than him (a
fact L C continues to rub in at every opportunity). Keith's claim to
fame was that he played drums in the band, and tried to score with more
babes than anyone else who frequented the club, including his fellow
band members. To this day he has not been able to live down the time
the guitar player characterized him as "A GOOD GROUP DRUMMER". Anyway,
Keith is a large man and he usually sported a full beard which gave him
a slight resemblance to the singer Kenny Rogers. He exploited this fact
by a getting the band to learn most of the songs by Kenny Rogers that
were played on the local radio stations. If the bass player could on
occasion restrain himself from blasting away during the
ballads, Keith could get a pretty good raspy imitation of Kenny going, a
talent which he was convinced got him laid on a regular basis. "
Whatever the reason, he was quite the cunt hound, and got himself plenty
of trim.
L C heard a car pull into the parking lot and peaked out through the
curtains.
"Speaking of the Devil" he said, letting Caroline know the big guy had
finally showed up to work. L C got up and repositioned himself in one
of the side chairs so that the boss could sit at his desk where he would
pretend to work for a few minutes or so at his phony baloney job. He
could barely contain his laughter, feeling giddy with the expectations
of the moment.
"Hi," Keith said as he walked in and sat down at the desk.
"This is Caroline" said L C.
Keith looked at her and smiled one of his forced grins.
"Are you here to apply for a job?" he asked. L C had to cover his mouth
to keep from laughing out loud. Caroline did not respond.
After a few more general questions Keith was basically getting nowhere
with her and gave L C a puzzled look.
"That's my shirt she's got on," said L C, trying to help out Old
Clueless over there.
"I thought it looked familiar," Keith said moving his eyes down the
girl's body. His gaze following the line of her arm, down past her
elbow, and finally down below the tail of the shirt.
The looked on his face and was priceless when he finally he spotted the
little bush and pussy lips that had been pouting in his direction for
the past five minutes. Call it amazement, panic, disbelief, whatever.
His eyes widened and he sat up straight in the chair, both palms down on
the desk as he did a triple take without removing his eyes from the
little snatch about four feet away from him.
L C howled with laughter, practically falling off the chair. Caroline
made no move to cover up, and sat there motionless as Keith's head
snapped back and forth in a kind of confused spastic motion between the
two. Slowly anger won out over all the other emotions that clamored in
his head.
"What's going on here!" he glared across the room at the still
hysterical L C.
"What?" was all L C could manage, holding on to the chair to keep from
falling onto the floor.
"This is a joke, right? Who is this? What's going on here!" he
repeated, growing more irritated with L C's lack of an explanation.
Caroline had still not moved at all.
"She was here when I got here this morning," L C finally gasped between
waves of laughter. His stomach hurt from laughing so hard.
"Here in the office?"
More laughter.
"No. (gasp) Outside. (gasp) Naked." More laughing and confusion.
"Hey asshole, stop laughing and tell me what's going on here!" Keith
fumed.
"Okay, okay. Auuugh SHIT. Man, you shoulda seen the look on your
face!" L C held his aching mid-section and tried to calm down. Finally
he was able to tell the story of the amazing events leading up to that
point of the morning.
". . . .So I brought her in here and gave her my shirt to put on, I
talked to her for a little while, and then you got here and came in and
asked here if she was here to apply for a job!" he concluded with
another round of uncontrolled laughter.
"Nah Shit," Keith said, knowing he would probably never hear the end of
this one. Not trusting that prick L C, he began questioning Caroline
himself, covering basically the same ground that L C had just been
over. It took a little convincing, but he did have a naked twat still
present for evidence that he tried unsuccessfully not to stare at too
much, sending another wave of hysterics through L C every time he
glanced down. Eventually he realized she was just fuckin' nuts and
calmed down enough to think a little bit ahead.
"Let me show you something in the control room," he said to L C as an
excuse to go have a conversation out of Caroline's hearing.
"What the fuck are we gonna do with her?" he asked L C when they got
there.
"I have no idea. This has never happened before."
"Well, she can't stay here. People will be showing up, and I don't want
them to see her."
"You're right. What do you want to do?" L C asked.
"Did you look for her clothes outside?"
"No. That's a good idea. You look around for them and I'll talk to her
some more and see if I can't get her to leave or something. Maybe you
can give her a ride somewhere?" L C suggested.
"Hell no, man. You found her, YOU keep her," Keith said.
About that time Caroline wandered into the control room with her cup and
helped herself to more water. Somewhere along the way she had lost L
C's shirt and was naked again! DAMN!
He got her back in the office and pulled up a chair close to her.
"Well you really freaked out the big guy," he said. Caroline smiled a
little.
"You know you can't stay here, right? I mean, we're going to have
visitors pretty soon and people will be coming around. You're gonna
have to get dressed, OK?"
"No, I don't want to. Anyway, I have no clothes." She said, getting a
little bit agitated.
"Okay, okay, just stay in here, will you? I'll be right back," he said,
rubbing the back of her neck reassuringly. He noticed she did not react
at all to his touch. . . . "And keep that shirt on," he fired over his
shoulder as he walked back to the control room.
Keith was having no luck finding her clothes.
"She must have gotten rid of them down the road somewhere," he said.
"Did she tell you anything?"
"No. She's crazy man. I don't know what we're gonna do with her," L C
said, clueless.
"Can we get her outta here at least?"
"I don't know."
Just then one of the technicians rounded the turn on his way there.
"Oh shit," Keith said. "Quick, make sure she stays out of sight while
he's here."
L C hustled back to the office, looked around quickly and realized the
naked chick was gone! DAMN. There would be lots of explaining to do if
she was seen, and he didn't want to have to go through all that. He
quickly searched the building and located her coming out of the toolroom
on her way towards the parking lot. This crazy chick was trouble all
right, and couldn't be left alone for a second.
He grabbed her hand and guided her back to the office. She offered no
resistance and returned to her usual chair, sitting quietly as L C
closed the door. He went to the window and peeked out.
"Be real quiet now. We can't let anybody know you're here until we
figure out what to do. . . ." he trailed off, not wanting to finish the
sentence with "with this crazy naked chick."
It was turning out to be quite a morning, and he had started out tired,
now this. The technician went on his way without incident. L C had no
luck talking to her, and after another fifteen minutes or so finally
decided to just go with his instincts and do what came natural. He had
been sitting close to her in the other side chair, and slowly reached
out and stroked her neck again. Caroline relaxed after a couple of
minutes and leaned toward him, putting her head on his large shoulder as
he rubbed her neck, hair and back through his paint splattered shirt.
He began kissing her softly on the cheek, caressing the soft young skin
of her face, turning her full lips to meet his. She was completely
compliant, and he quickly realized that she would make a very willing
partner. He was getting a chubby going in his pants, and he needed
Keith to cover for a while.
"Wait right there," he said, getting up. "I'll be right back. I want
to make sure we won't be disturbed, okay?"
"Okay," said Caroline, smiling sweetly.
L C hurried back to the control room where Keith sat waiting.
"Well?"
"I'm gonna fuck her," L C told him.
"NAH SHIT. I KNEW IT." Keith pretended to be mad. "How can you screw
that poor helpless little girl," he asked, laying on the guilt.
"Hey I've seen you do worse things. I'll bet you want her for yourself,
huh?"
"No way man, she's all yours. I'll take care of this stuff. Have a
good time, but just keep her out of sight, Prick."
L C hurried back to the office to find Caroline still there for a
change. She had gone back to being completely naked, however, leaving
his work shirt on the chair as she stood in the center of the room,
slowly swaying to a song only she could hear. . . .
He locked the door and pulled off his shirt, moving closer and hugging
her, the small titties pressing against his bare chest. They began slow
dancing to the tune in the wacky girl's head, slowly turning in a circle
in the middle of the room. L C placed little kisses on her neck and
shoulder while softly running his hands up and down her back. Caroline
closed her eyes and let her head tilt back, enjoying the moment. He
gradually worked his way to her cheek, then to her mouth, kissing her
full on the lips as his hands played grab ass with her voluptuous
behind. She moaned softly as he spread her buns, exposing her private
parts to the cool morning air.
L C guided her toward the chair that was facing the desk and sat down on
it, kissing between her breasts but not touching them - not yet. He
devoted a few minutes to her tight flat stomach, even kissing her
abdomen down close to where the pubic hair started. She offered no
resistance to anything he did.
"Turn around," he whispered, turning her curvy hips until she faced the
desk. "Now show me that nice ass," he said, leaning back in the chair
as she put her hands on the desk and bent over so that her tail came
within a few inches of his nose. "At least she smells clean," thought L
C as he slipped out of his shoes. She leaned forward and he took a good
look at the little slit he could see between her legs. Not bad. Not
bad at all for some girl he had barely met an hour ago. DAMN.
He loosened his pants while staring at the fleshy mounds on exhibit two
feet away. With one hand he stroked the aching bone in his pants and
reached out and stroked the soft skin on one cheek with the other.
Caroline pressed herself into his hand until he squeezed a big handful,
pulling it to one side to reveal a tightly puckered asshole. He stroked
faster, achieving full erection as he looked at her gorgeous ass. L C
stood and pulled her hip to him, pressing his hard wand on her supple
rump, moving from side to side and breathing heavy. Caroline tilted her
hips up, expecting him to enter her any second, but he was nowhere near
ready for that yet. Even then our boy was not one to rush a good thing.
He stood her up and french kissed her for a few minutes from behind,
fondling her tits and squeezing her nipples between his fingers. Their
tongues darted back and forth as the passion increased. Caroline could
feel his large member hard against her derriere. He began caressing her
stomach and hips, but always kept one hand to stimulate one of her
nipples which were now nice and hard. Then L C spun her around and
slowly pushed her down on the chair. Her eyes focused on his stiff cock
which he held at the base so that it pointed to her mouth.
"Come on baby. You know what I like," he said, figuring this girl was
no stranger to a little tube steak in the morning. . . .She leaned
forward and took a couple of inches into her warm, moist mouth and began
to suck on it gently. L C started working it in and out a little while
stroking the rest. After a few minutes he had managed to get it in half
way and began to face fuck the willing girl with one hand on each side
of her head. A few minutes later and he had his hand behind her head
and was feeling the end of his dick on the back of her mouth as he went
to a long stroke. He worried a little about choking her, but she was up
to it, so compliant to his sexual demand. Gradually he realized she
would let him pound her face as long as he wanted to.
As it turned out he wanted to for a long time. Fast, slow, hard, deep.
It made no difference to her. L C could not remember the last time any
girl would let him go as long as he wanted, any way that he wanted.
After fifteen minutes, maybe twenty, he got tired of standing up and
pulled the other chair close to Caroline's. He sat down at an incline
so that his cock stood straight up and gave the girl full access as she
leaned over and he pushed her head down into his lap. The young girl
took his entire cock in her mouth as he rolled his head back and
groaned. He still had his hand on the back of her head and used it to
get her started with a nice slow rhythm up and down the length of his
swollen shaft. They increased the speed gradually as his hand fell away
and left the girl to nod tirelessly on his dick for what seemed like
days. Once he thought she was stopping but she only shifted her
position on the chair, getting up and putting her legs under her which
resulted in some more leverage and a new set of sensations on his
already sensitive stick.
"Oh yeah, baby. Keep doing THAT," he pleaded, feeling a tingling in his
balls which she had been massaging with her hand for the last ten
minutes or so. Caroline always did what he asked and as he built toward
orgasm he reached down and put his hand on the back of her head, cutting
down the length of the stroke and picking up speed. She continued to
suck him off and he moaned in ecstacy, getting louder by the minute.
He felt the pressure build at the base of his cock and pushed her head
down as far as he dared. She continued to work him in and out without
choking even though he was ramming it all the way in her mouth. She
felt his thighs clench like two massive rocks and heard a low primitive
growl that quickly built into a muffled groan.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAuuuugh," he moaned with delight as he shot the
wad in her mouth and down her throat. His entire body jerked and
spasmed as he shot again and again, holding the girl's head down so she
would have to swallow it all. She didn't even try to stop him, just
willingly let him finish completely in her mouth, sucking out every drop
of cum in him. DAMN.
L C was covered in sweat and still breathing heavily when she came up
for air, leaning back in the chair and hugging her legs again in the
fetal position. When he could move again he straightened up in the
chair and reached for the roll of paper on the desk, using some and
giving some to the still silent Caroline. Finally he spoke.
"Wow Caroline, that was great," he said, stating the obvious. She did
not react, but seemed to smile a little while continuing to stare at her
toes. "Hey, don't worry baby. There's plenty more where that came
from. We got all day," he lied. Well at least all morning, if the
fatigue didn't finish him first.
He got her to promise not to move while he took a leak and got them both
some water to drink.
"Hey, ya finished yet," asked Keith.
"Na, not even close man."
(Continued at SUMMER,1976 - part 2)
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