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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. It¹s 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.
At the beginning of December, 1971, I had decided that I really wanted
to get high, to find out what it was all about. I don¹t remember
feeling ³high² the other times I smoked a joint.
I my quest for pot, I found some hashish instead. There was a guy who
was a junior in high school, his name was Todd, who sold me an ounce.
We knew each other vaguely and he was accommodating. I think I paid
one hundred dollars for an ounce, which I understood was pretty cheap.
He also got me a pipe.
I experimented once. Smoked a little. Nothing.
Another day, I experimented again. Smoked a little more. Still
nothing.
OK. A third day. I smoked a bowl of hash. Nothing. In spite of the
harsh irritation to my throat, I filled another bowl and smoked it.
Still Nada, zilch, except that my throat was burning.
Frustrated, I drove over to my friend, Andrea¹s house.
Andrea was also a senior and we shared a lot of classes. She was an
all American girl type. She was fairly tall, about 5¹ 10² . Very
blonde, shoulder length, wavy hair. Very cute round face. She had a
big smile with beautiful teeth. Nice blue eyes and the all American
Caucasian nose. Her body was a nice looking ,17 year old body. Nice
average size breasts, well proportioned hips, ass and legs. She wore
whatever was in style, but nothing overtly sexual. Cheerleader type
clothes. Nice legs.
We both did theater and music, although she had just started
that stuff the year before, whereas I had been active all through high
school. Her boyfriend Andy, was also a year older than she was and we
had double dated a couple of times with Dawn. Andie and Andy (cute, but
true) and Gregg and Dawn. So, we were pretty good friends. We were
scheduled to do some homework together that day, so I went with my books
to see her.
On the way over I started floating. This temporarily panicked me as I
figured I was going to die while driving the car. Then I noticed that
my body was doing all the right things - stopping at stop signs, not
accelerating too fast, and generally driving safely. I found this
absolutely amazing. I was High!
I got to Andie¹s house safely and we downstairs to the basement rec
room. I explained my stoned situation to her and she was sympathetic
and understanding. Her older brother, Jay, smoked pot and she had tried
it with Andy, but she didn¹t really like it. Surprisingly enough, we
were able to do our homework. I was astounded that I could still think
as my thoughts kept shooting all over the place. We had fun and Andie
was amused at the tangents I would take on whatever it was we were
doing.
We were very relaxed with each other and, as I was getting ready to
leave, I kissed her.
Bing, boda Boom, boda Bang!
We had never kissed before. The only sexual or romantic things we had
ever spoken about was the good and bad points of our respective
relationships with Dawn and Andy. We had never even held hands, other
than casual friends might do. She was still going out with Andy (who
was, like my brother Mark, a big, 6¹ 4² guy), even though he was away at
college. I had not thought about kissing her, I just impulsively,
stoned, did it.
Andie responded. Her lips were soft and yielding. She sought mine,
kissing me back with a fierce passion. Within seconds, our tongues were
dueling and being drawn into each others mouths.
She began running her hands up my back, caressing me and pulling her
body tight to mine. I could feel her breasts crushing against my chest
as Andrea grew hotter and closer.
My manhood rose and I put my hands on Andie¹s ass cheeks, pulling her
crotch against mine.
Her hips moved her pussy against my stiff cock and pushed back.
We were kissing hungrily, flying with frantic passion, as though we
were lovers that had been apart for weeks and couldn¹t wait to be
together again. It was as if a switch had been turned on and we were
suddenly two dogs in heat, unable to even think about anything but hot,
sensual Sex. My casual friend had turned into a beautiful, blonde, fuck
me slut.
I ground my erection directly into her torrid crotch as she, grabbing
my ass now, pulled me to her, rotating her hips in a frenzy against
mine.
It was an inferno of desire. We were kissing, slurping each other¹s
faces, necks and tongues, rubbing our bodies against each other. I
attacked her breasts with my hands, squeezing them through the material
of her shirt and her thin brassiere.
Her hands went to my belt buckle and, fumbling with both hands, she
undid my pants, pulled them down and plunged her fingers into my
underwear, freeing my naked cock. The sensations of her hands on my
inflamed dick were the essence of carnal sensuality. All of my being
was centered in my cock.
Even as I was frenetically unbuttoning her shirt, she sank to her knees
and, pushing my underwear down the rest of the way, she place her lips
on my cock head and drew me into her mouth.
³Ohh,² I moaned, thrusting my hips forward, burying more of my prick in
her wet mouth.
She place one hand on my balls, her fingers massaging the space between
my scrotum and my asshole, and she wrapped the other hand around the
base of my meat, continuing to suck me like a professional whore.
I placed my hands on her head, entwining my fingers in her luscious
blonde hair, feeling her head move back and forth and up and down on my
rigid manhood, giving me the first real blow job of my young life. I
wanted this to go on forever. The whole universe was concentrated on
her velvety, liquid lips; her tongue swimming around my prick; the
gorgeous wetness of her mouth encircling my hard penis, sucking me for
all she was worth.
³Greg,² she moaned, looking up at me, still licking at the tip of my
dick, fondling my prick and balls, ³do you have a rubber?²
I reached down and pulled her to her feet without a word. I was not in
the mood to answer or be denied. (I did not have a condom.) I led her
over to a bench on the wall and pulled her mouth back to mine, driving
my tongue past hers, tasting my own sweaty manhood, undoing her pants
and shoving them down.
I continued caressing her, kissing her, fondling her breasts through
her shirt with one hand, undoing her buttons, and pushing down her
panties with the other to take possession of the wet folds of her cunt.
She moaned and thrust her hips into my hand as I fingered her naked
pussy, drawing forth its juices, the scent of her spreading into the
room.
She eagerly helped me push off her shirt and remove her sheer
see-through bra. My lips went to her already stiff nipples. I tongued
them and lapped at her luscious breasts even while supporting her, my
hands in her crotch and in the crack of her ass, she kicked off her
pants and panties.
She stood naked before me, her blonde hairy cunt flooded with her hot
juices, dripping onto my fingers; her delicious tits vibrating in
agitation as my eager mouth sucked and nibbled on her hard nipples.
³Ohh Greg, Ohh Greg, Ohh,² she moaned in hedonistic lust.
Drawing her with me, I lay down on the bench, kicking my pants and
underwear off, and pulled her cunt to my face. She adjusted her
squirming nude form and lay on top of me, her mouth once again enclosing
my twitching manhood, sucking it like a popsicle. She licked my shaft
up and down, drawing my testicles into her mouth, between her teeth, my
drooling cock wetting her eyelids and face. She let my balls release,
tonguing the underside and licking her way back to my rigid meat.
Her entirely naked, hot-blooded, shapely body writhed on my half clad
form, my shirt riding up so that I could feel her hot tits rubbing on my
stomach.
Moaning with lust, I spread her legs, clamping my hands on the sweet
flesh of her naked thighs, my fingers on her twitching ass, pull her ass
crack open. I stuck my tongue deep in her hot crack and began licking
and slurping her juices, inhaling the sweet musk of her vagina. Her
wet, fiery cunt wiggled on my face while she groaned around my prick,
her hot mouth driving me insane. I pushed the middle finger of my
right hand, wet and lubricated with her pussy juices, slowly against her
moist asshole. Her hips bucked and my finger moved in, penetrating her
ass as she put her fist around my penis, wildly jerking me off as she
sucked my stiff rod into her throat.
³UUHHHHHHH!² My hips twisted as I came, shooting my sperm into her
hungry throat.
She mashed her cunt into my face in a frenzy of yearning, her golden
pubic hairs rubbing on my lips, catching in my teeth, driving my finger
deeper into her violated ass. I drank her musky cunt juice even as she
drank my cock, swallowing my cum as I squirmed in ecstatic release.
She milked my rod with her hands and mouth, squeezing the last wads of
sperm from my ejaculating dick while my head and lips slid back and
forth across her sopping wet vaginal flesh.
She continued to hold my manhood, gently licking the top and sides as I
softened slightly, spent and satiated. I slid my finger out of her
asshole and she twitched as her anal opening relaxed closed. As my
mouth relaxed on her dripping cunt, she let go of my prick and sat up on
the bench next to my head.
I lay there in satiated bliss. Soon, however, I heard Andie softly
moan. I looked up to see one hand gently massaging her own breasts,
thumbing her own nipples, the other was at her crotch, rapidly
vibrating. Her eyes were closed and she had a look of passionate
concentration on her face.
³Uuuaaaaahhhhh, ³ she gasped as she came. Her body jerked and
stiffened. I saw her fingers slide into her cunt, buried in her golden
pussy hairs, her hips bucking against them. Her other hand grasped a
nipple while her beautiful tits shook. Her mouth opened as her orgasm
filled her glowing need. Then her lovely naked form relaxed, her pent
up cravings satisfied. She smiled down at me.
We both got dressed a little bemused, wondering just what had happened.
I knew that I was high. But I didn¹t know what the hell Andrea was on -
nothing I assumed. I was also unclear as to why she hadn¹t had an
orgasm when her pussy was in my face. But it was fascinating to me that
she had become a turned on sex babe in a flash.
(Again, my ignorance, considering all of the pornographic novels I had
read, of a women¹s clitoris and all the rest of the accompanying
erogenous turn-ons, was abysmal. In reality, I hadn¹t a clue as to what
I could do to be a ³good lover.²)
She was a bit confused by the fact that she was still going out with
Andy, albeit he was away in college. We simply left it as having
reached a different point in our friendship - neither planning any
future commitments, nor rejecting any possibilities.
When we next saw each other, we were more intimate than we had been,
but only visa vie our words and feelings. When I wanted to hold hands,
or one time when we were on the ski bus together and I started feeling
up her breasts, she would either plead that she was still Andy¹s
girlfriend or get annoyed. But we still maintained an easy friendship.
As I was slightly above the level of infantile adolescent (very
slightly), I could almost handle this, but I still wanted to get her
naked and FUCK!
Many years later, I figured out something about Andrea that I didn¹t
know at the time. She almost literally did have an ³On /Off² switch.
The right frame of reference between you and her would instantly turn
her into a wanton, needy, horny slut who would get naked and had to have
you Now, no matter where she happened to be at the time. At other
times, she would be a disinterested ³chum,² pleasant, but not sexual.
She was a interesting woman.
Meanwhile, I continued to get high as frequently as possible. It
turned out that Todd, the high school junior who had sold me the hash,
did give me a really good price and I ended up selling a few grams back
to him; we ended up getting high together; and, over a period of time,
became the best of friends.
Todd was one of these naturally good looking guys. He had long
straight, brown hair. His face was acne scarred, which at 16 made him
look, well, like a 16 year old. In the years to come, his rough face
became part of his manly beauty. He had a large Roman nose and full
sensual lips. That is, the nose and lips were Italian and the rest of
the face was German / Irish. He had a thin, very athletic, well muscled
body. It was an effortless physique on his part, for, as long as I knew
him, other than playing sports, he never exercised a day in his life.
I was always slightly envious of his physique.
When the high school musical came around, we were all involved. Todd
played one of the leads, I played a minor lead, Andrea was part of the
stage management and there were others -
Robin, a girl I had dated in earlier years (the one who was afraid I
was getting ready to rape her when I crushed my mouth against hers in
one of our good night kisses) played one of the female leads. She had
developed into a voluptuous woman. She had a lovely face with medium
length, brown hair. Her breasts were large, very round and she wore
these one piece, sheer, nylon bras that might have well not been there
at all. All her bra did was keep her gorgeous tits up and out... she
had beautiful hips and thighs too. And to boot, she was still a nice
girl and a friend.
There was a scene in this musical where the character Robin was playing
gets raped. All of us boys passed her around in a circle, pushing her,
tearing at her clothes. It was well choreographed, but by the end of
the scene, her shirt is open and her sheer bra covered breasts were
exposed. Every guy in that circle got to feel her up at one point or
another... We all sported hard ons in that scene. The most enticing
thing was that Robin was not an ³easy lay.² She had a steady boyfriend
to whom she had lost her virginity and was very circumspect off the
stage. But this was theater......
I suspect that the music teacher who directed the play - Will Parnes,
got off on this rape scene also. Actually, I found out about a year
later that he loved it.
One night after rehearsal, Andrea and I were the only ones backstage.
She, as stage manager, had been cleaning up and I was helping her.
Apropos of nothing, I started massaging her shoulders and she stopped
and let me. When I started kissing her neck, bing, again, she just
turned on.
She reached back behind her and caressed my head, stretching her own
head and neck back, purring in sensual satisfaction. I slipped both
hands over her breasts and started massaging them, squeezing and
fondling her nipples through her clothes.
³Ohh, yeah,² she moaned in hot blooded pleasure, shuddering slightly at
my assault, pushing her tits into my hands.
My cock stiffened immediately and I pushed my crotch against her
luscious ass. She pushed back and I started humping my hips, grinding
my prick against her backside. I could hear the students and teachers
who were still in the audience talking, but we were out of sight and I
wanted her, now!
³OOhhhhhhh.² she breathed again, reaching back and placing her hands on
my thighs, kneading my asscheeks through my pants.
I moved my hands from her breasts and slid them down her front,
massaging my way down to her waist. I pulled her blouse from her skirt
and let my fingers slip across the flesh of her belly, down under her
skirt band and into her panties.
³Ahhhhh,² she turned her head back towards mine as her hot body writhed
in passion.
Our tongues met as my fingers found their way through her golden pubic
curls, rubbing across the top of her pussy lips, finally dipping into
the folds of her wet, wet slit.
³OHHHH, GOD, GREG!² she cried into my mouth, as her hips convulsed
against my hands.
Fearing that someone would hear her passionate cries, I quickly removed
my hands, moved away from her hot ass and flipped up her skirt.
Latching my fingers over the waistband of her panties, I pulled them
down over her hips and let them drop to floor. She had placed her hands
on the sturdy prop table and now I pushed her upper body face down onto
the table, frantically opening my pants to free my hungry cock. With
her body supported, she kicked off her panties the rest of the way,
spread her thighs and thrust her ass up into the air. I flipped up her
skirt again, covering her upper body and leaving everything below the
waist naked and vulnerable. God this was beautiful. I ran my hands
over the puckered bud of her asshole, hearing her moan and making her
body twitch with lust. My fingers opened her juicy cunt and I played
with her wet pussy lips. Her hips bucked against my hands and I
couldn¹t stand it anymore. Opening her wide, I rammed the full length
of my steel hard cock into her hot, steaming snatch.
³Ohhhh, yes, yesssss,² she sobbed, shuddering on the table, her ass
bucking against my hips as I hammered into her.
I felt my hot seed gathering up and a million insane thoughts went
through my head! I didn¹t want to get her pregnant - but I groaned as
my whole body jerked; I grabbed her naked hips, thrust as far inside her
I could go and blasted a load of hot cum deep into her wanton fuck hole.
³AAHHHhhhhhhh,² I moaned, the fear of getting Andie pregnant, the
danger of getting caught and my incredible orgasm all driving me into a
new sexual high.
I pulled out from the burning folds of her cunt and shot my next load
on her exposed asshole. Collapsing onto her writhing form, I humped her
naked ass crack and finished blowing my sperm all over her naked ass,
back and skirt.
We lay there for a moment, sliding around in my sticky wetness. She
continued to moan softly and move her ass against my still rock hard
cock. I straightened up and stood her back up against me, gently
fondling her breasts, my naked dick still caught in her asscheeks,
slithering in my own excretions. I kissed her neck, wanting to fuck her
all over again.
³Andie! Can you bring me the Lighting Script,² shouted Mr. Parnes from
the audience.
She quickly pulled away from me and let her skirt fall over her cum
slicked ass. She walked away without her panties and went to the
lighting table and got the script. Andrea stopped, looked at me, my
hard dick still exposed, smiled wickedly and pulled her skirt back up,
exposing her naked pussy. Then she spread her legs and squatted
slightly as she ran her cupped hand back to her ass, sliding it over her
twat, coming up glistening with my semen - all the while looking at me.
Then she let her skirt drop again and licked her cum stained fingers, as
she exited, stage left.
That was the last I saw of the inside of Andie¹s pussy for awhile.
In spite of our now two erotic encounters, Andrea seemed totally set
against making any kind of permanent boy-girl thing between us. And
despite my sexual advances and innuendoes, we remained friends. Her
annoyance at my grabbing her inappropriately and her protestations about
her involvement with Andy when I suggested we go out together only
distanced us for that moment. She still wanted to be my chum. So, we
stayed friends.
I began dating Terry, the assistant choreographer in the musical we
were doing. She was neither a student nor a teacher at my high
school, but she was an older woman - being the ancient and exotic age of
21 years old. Her sole attraction for me was her age and the prestige
it gave me. She was nice looking - tall, dark hair, tight athletic
dancer¹s body, but she also had a dour disposition, was relatively
boring, didn¹t particularly like to party, didn¹t smoke dope, and most
importantly, I couldn¹t turn her on for sex. We would go out, we would
kiss, we would even exchange tongues, but she was fairly dispassionate
about it all. Either she was wound very tight and very controlled or
she wasn¹t interested or I didn¹t turn her on. It was frustrating, but
I wasn¹t an aggressive enough guy to start feeling her breasts or crotch
if I couldn¹t get a passionate response from a kiss. I was still to
shy to talk about sex - based on my experiences, sex was something that
just happened. Even though I wanted to fuck her and didn¹t, I kept on
seeing her. If I would have had any sense, I would have stopped going
out with her and concentrated on something else, but I was 18, she was
21 and had a great body. So I basked in this feeling of studliness and
great self-esteem.
We had the cast party for the musical in the Dun, my party room
basement. It was a wild, drunken (and for many of us stoned) time. By
now, Todd was my best friend and as fate would have it, he and Andrea
hooked up at the party. She was dressed in an enticing little
mini-skirt and a frilly pullover that barely covered her belly button.
They spent the beginning of the night talking and then progressed to
touching. As Terry and I escorted the last of my guests to the door, I
caught a glimpse of Andie¹s g-string panties as she and Todd
passionately clutched at each other in the back room.
Even though I still didn¹t understand it, Andrea did have a turn on
switch that left her totally uninhibited, and Todd was my stoned smoking
buddy, so that when Terry and I came back downstairs, the two of them
were now joined, squirming on the floor, their heads towards the main
room, fucking like dogs in heat. The back room was all done in black
light and it had no door, only an adjoining archway, so they presented
quite an erotic spectacle. Todd had his shirt off and his pants were
down to his ankles. His naked form was glowing with the black light; his
hard, muscular ass shining as it pumped up and down while he fucked a
turned on, writhing, surrealistically lit Andrea. Her pullover was
gone and her now dark, naked breasts smacked into Todd¹s chest every
time he moved in and out. Her mini-skirt was bunched up at the waist,
so that it, the light and their bodies hid their copulating genitalia
from view.
I watched this show, hearing their moans.
³Ohhhhhh, Ohhh, Ohhh, yesss, Fuck me,² pleaded Andrea, pulling Todd¹s
sweaty, luminous body to hers, her hips rising to meet his.
Todd gasped, pushed himself up for another thrust and opened his eyes
to see the two of us watching his lewd performance. His black lit face
was an exotic sensual mask. His teeth glowed as he smiled and thrust
down again, eliciting a squeal of pleasure from Andie. He began
slamming his cock into her hot cunt faster and faster.
³Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ahhh..Yess, yes, yes,² cried Andie, her body twitching
and wriggling beneath him.
The lighting in the main part of the Dun was low and colorful. One
wall was covered with a blue see-through curtain behind which Christmas
lights twinkled in an oddly erotic display. My blood was pulsing and
my dick was getting very hard from Todd and Andrea¹s wanton fucking,
while Terry looked away, embarrassed. It would have been hilarious to
an outside viewer who knew what was going on. There were Todd and
Andie, reveling in their carnal passions, their hot bodies sliding
against each other in sweaty sensual sex. Here was Terry, fascinated by
these two young teenage bodies fucking like rabbits, and at the same
time, mortified and disgusted at this raw fornication, trying to pull
away. And here was I, getting turned on by this hot fucking; pissed at
Terry for being such a cold fish; jealous of Todd for fucking Andie (I
had her first!); jealous of Andie for fucking Todd (he¹s my best
friend!); and worried that my parents (who were already in bed) were
going to hear the noises of these two screwing their brains out. My
dick began to pound, engorged with lustful blood. The last time I
screwed anyone was with Andie, and it looked like she was taken. I had
to fuck someone....
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