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Subject: TRUE STORY:#11 My Sex Life (mf, oral, strange, teenagers)
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I am a happily married, normal, middle aged guy. I have children, a
house, my own business, a life, a religion and a place in the community.
I also have ....... an unusual, that is unusual for the average people
that I hang out with, sex life. It¹s my secret life, but as with all
secret lives, there is a part of me that wants to be known. The part that
I have told no one else. The Internet affords me an opportunity to share
it with the whole world.
All of the stories written here are true. Oh, the names have been
changed (or not if I want to make you squirm). And the literal dialogue
is spiced up where necessary ( although I have a pretty good memory, and
much of the ³dialogue² is as it happened). I¹ve added a touch here and
there to make for good reading, but the events as portrayed actually
happened.
Obviously, there is much more to a man¹s life than sex, but you aren¹t
interested in that, so I have compressed my entire life into its sexual
components. I may give you vague references to the other normal things
that happened, but it¹s only to make the narrative flow.
I intend to keep on writing about my whole life. I realize after only
going through my first sexual experiences that it has been a rich and
varied life as far as sex goes - as far as other things go too, but this
is a good place to start.
*If you would like to comment on; reply to; or...whatever (if you live
in Central Minnesota or nearby Wisconsin),weellll, give me a break, this
is my closet sex life...... but, OK - Try: IM_sub@hotmail.com. I am
interested in feedback.
And kiddies, remember, much of what I did was before AIDS or even
intelligence on my part, so don¹t try all of this at home. It could get
you arrested nowadays, or dead.
High School, 1971, 17 years old
I spent the rest of the summer at a lake with cousins and family. Then
it was my senior year in high school. I was still 17 and it was the Fall
of 1971
Dawn was in college and after one poor excuse for a conversation on the
telephone, we went our separate ways.
Everything happened this year. I was in the best shape I had ever been
in my life - 160 lbs., six feet tall, red hair that I was letting grow
longer, still wearing glasses, but with 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 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
didn¹t 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.
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.), with a killer body.
She was short with nice legs, a nice round ass, wasp waist and big
breasts. She had a classic hourglass figure. One reason we were friends
is that she dressed like I did - exotic. She either wore the sixties
granny dresses or really tight pants with really tight pullover shirts
with no bra. This bizarre attire, combined with her makeup less face, and
her general demeanor, which was one of mischievous superiority - ³Fuck it,
if you can¹t take a joke,² was a turn off for most guys, in spite of the
flaunting of her body.
She claimed to be a witch - in a religious way. I was, by this time,
interested in metaphysical and religious things and we had odd
conversations about witchcraft and the occult. I was unconventional and
she was strange, so we got along famously.
One day, she suggested that we fuck. I, (Amazed. Astounded. My mind
blown - this was October and I wanted SEX!) agreed. 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 til then.
Should I start treating Wendy like a girlfriend? Should I take her out?
Try and get into her pants? I didn¹t really want to be her boyfriend -
she was bizarre and a little odd looking, but I did ask her out. 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, ³ Good night, see
you in school,² 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 aside and
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 braless breasts
thru her really tight pullover, when we had to separate again, and go to
class. I actually tried to figure out how to masturbate during class
undetected, but I hadn¹t 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 ³her² music.
She told me to sit on one if the couches and explained, a little
vaguely, that this was an important ritual in her witch¹s religion - she
needed me to make a strong effort to ³exchange energy² 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 ³The Age of Aquarius.²
She had on a witch¹s costume (of course). I was dressed as a devil -
red pants, red shirt and red tie. These were all part of my normal
wardrobe. Part of my hair was stiffened up 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.
³I have to be in control here,² said Wendy. ³You have to keep up with
me. What ever I do, you have to do too. It¹s necessary for the magic.
But stay on the couch.²
I nodded in assent. I really liked 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.
³And love will guide the stars,² 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
slit surrounded by hair sticking out of the mesh. This was incredible! I
felt my penis harden as I reached out my hands to grasp her thighs.
³Uh, uh,² she smiled at me and removed my hands. ³Just watch.²
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 Wendy¹s panties. She laughed and threw
them away and said ³Well?²
I looked at her, wondering what she wanted me to do now.
Ding! The bell rang!
Several years before, Mark had installed a bell system that rang in the
Dun whenever the basement door was opened. My mother was probably
checking up on us.
³Greg?² called my mother down the stairs, ³we¹re going to bed now. Is
everybody gone?²
I got up and walked around the walls and over to the basement stairs.
³Yeah mom,² I said, ³Wendy and I are just cleaning up.²
³OK, dear, don¹t be too late. Good night.²
She closed the door and went upstairs. Again, in later years I
realized that my mother must have known that I (and Mark and Jeff, for all
I know) were fucking in the Dun, but the only conversation I ever had
about sex with her until many, many years after I was married was last
spring, when she cautioned that Dawn and I should not be kissing in
public..... My parents, like myself, did not talk about sex.
I went back into the room where Wendy was still dancing, rubbing her
hands over her body.
³Whatever I do, you have to do...² she said cheerfully, smiling and
swaying.
³OK,² I said, rubbing my hands on my chest and torso.
³No,² she said, explaining, ³You have to sit on the couch and take off
what I take off.²
I sat down, realizing that she had taken off her panties.
³But,² I said, ³if I take off my underwear, I¹ll...... I trailed off,
realizing that this is what she wanted. I was actually a little
embarrassed about being naked in front of her fully clothed, well, almost
fully clothed. This is stupid, I told myself as I took off my shoes,
pants and underwear. This girl wants to fuck me! My cock had gone soft,
but it stirred as I stripped. 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 witches brew and I knew her well enough to know that
she would lose interest if I ³violated² 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.
³Wendy,² I said. ³You¹re killing me. Your breasts are incredibly
beautiful.² I didn¹t know what else to say, remembering Dawn.
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.
³But leave the tie,² she purred.
³Ohhhh, you cheat,² 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.
³Lie down on the rug,² 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 Wendy¹s swaying half nude
body, her fingers once more playing with her tits and hard nipples; a
sinful smile on her face, the tip of her tongue playing between her teeth;
the hem of her dress rubbing on my cock and nipples.
³Oh my God,² I breathed. ³You¹re incredible.²
This weird girlfriend of mine was indeed a witch.
Then she stepped forward. She placed a foot at each shoulder, 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 opening to my face;
I sought the folds of this hot slit with my hands, reaching around the
front of her thighs. I grasped at her slick pussy lips with each set of
fingers, opening her, pulling her down to me, when she flipped 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 , ³No Greg. I am the
Goddess........²
She pulled my hands away from her wet gash, threw her skirt back over
my face and resumed her descent. I heard her demand, ³Eat me.²
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 kneeled 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.
³Eat me,² she demanded, massaging my mouth with her cunt lips. I
could almost feel them move with a life of their own.
³Drink me,² she cried, and I lapped at her liquids, my tongue searching
the folds of her sopping wet cunt, a servant of passion.
³Unnnnnnnghhhh,² I moaned into her vagina, as Wendy rocked back and
forth on my face.
³Yesssssssss,² she hissed. ³Now lick my darkness.²
She barely raised herself up and slid forward, my tongue licking 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.
What could I do? My tongue tasted her shithole because I had to. I
was lost in her spell of eroticism and my tongue licked her twitching anal
ring with abandon. She lowered herself until her assbud 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 mixed 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.
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 and straddled 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.
³Now we fuck,² 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!
³Oh, Fuuuck,² I groaned, losing all control, my hips rocketing upwards
to bury my burning hardness in her wet tunnel.
³No!!² she cried, raising herself off me and spinning around
instantaneously as I convulsed in orgasm.
She grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed hard to stop me, but it
was too late.
³AAAAHHHH,² 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.
³Nooooo, please,² I moaned. ³Stop.²
³You were supposed to wait,² said Wendy, taking her relentless mouth
off my dick and licking my stomach, lapping up any sticky cum that may
have escaped. ³Now we have to do it again...²
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 jiz mixed with Wendy¹s
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
spearpoints of her excited nipples pushing against mine. I was burnt
out, but 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,
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, ³Now this time, wait.²
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.
³Ohhhhh, Goddessssss, Yessss,² 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.
³Don¹t move,² she said, enravishing 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.
³OHHHH,² she moaned, picking up her tempo, sliding up and down,
rocking her hips, snaking her sweaty belly on mine.
³OHHHHH,² she moaned again, abruptly vibrating her pussy, shaking her
thighs and ass on my fuckmeat as her searing wet cunt continued to pump up
and down.
³YESSSSSSS!² she sobbed, rubbing her burning slit against me
frantically as she spasmed and cried, ³NOW! FUCK ME NOW!²
My hips bucked upwards, whipping up to me her, crashing into her slick
fire.
³YESSS!,,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.
She pulled my head to her hot mouth, driving in her wet tongue, cutting
off my air even as I spasmed in orgasm, shooting my load deep into her
belly.
³GHH, God, Fggck , GHhhh, Fghhhck, NNNNGGHHHHH² 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 shaking with stimulation; Our
orgasms driving us in a roaring crescendo of bliss.
³AAAHHHHHHHHH,² 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. Wendy got up and put her clothes on. I watched her, still immobile
and naked, as she smiled and said, ³Good night Greg. We¹ll see....²
She was very strange.
When I saw her next, she thanked me for a great time. But, she didn¹t
think it would work with us. She didn¹t want to go into the details of
what was supposed to have ³worked,² and although she remained my friend,
she never offered to fuck again.
She probably would 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 not pretty
enough. 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......)
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