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(mf-teens, youths, inc, oral, anal, orgy) *** Alex and Cali told April about their plans for a little orgy, and now the sex that had been going on between them was out in the open. April was excited and wanted to get started right away. And, she said they must include Damon. The problem was where to stage the delicious event. Damon's room was out: his father had returned from the conference and was now around the house. In fact each of their homes was out of the question because too much danger of discovery. None of them felt so good about the woods since it was too uncomfortable. The old equipment shed at the ball field was also out for that reason, and also it wasn't private enough. Finally, they settled on the back room of the Arcade. April had told Alex about Tom giving her a ride from there after she and Alex had fucked, but it didn't concern Alex much, nor did the other two give it any thought. In the marvelous self-centered innocence of teenagers, they thought they were pretty cleaver at deceiving adults: since Tom hadn't mentioned it to them, they thought he did not know that April had come from the Arcade when he offered her a ride. They went ahead confident that Tom was in the dark. They made plans for next Sunday since that day would give them extra time before the place opened at noon, and hour later than usual. The kids tossed off their clothing and were touching each other while over the quiet town they could hear the bells from the Baptist Church in which their parents were worshipping. Discarded with each item of clothing was a bit of the hypocrisy forced upon them by the society in which they were born, and with each touch they acquired a more splendid awareness of their fine animal bodies and nature. The tip of Alex's beautiful cock touched Cali's warm tongue as the minister started his sermon. As April lifted the nipples of her breasts toward Damon so he could lick them, the minister said young people need guidance in today's damnable world. As Alex buried his face between Cali's widespread thighs, the minister condemned licentious behavior on the part of youngsters. When Damon began to nibble Cali's ass cheeks, the minister warned of the punishment that would follow sin. When the minister said the devil could tempt one off the path of righteousness, April put her finger in Alex's ass. When Damon sucked on her toes the man of God told his flock to abide in the Lord. When Cali began too lick April's swollen clit, the churchman condemned the abomination of same sex marriages. Stay pure for the Lamb said the pastor, as Alex slid his cock into Cali's ass. As April opened her mouth to receive Damon's beautiful dick, the Reverend shouted the danger of too much drink. As Alex moved behind Damon and as Damon's ass finally received Alex's cock, the man of the cloth told of the perils of fornication. For Damon, having his buddy's cock in his ass was a dream come true, but the workout Alex gave him made him gasp and sweat. The pain and the pleasure were all mixed up in one strong emotion. Now he knew how April must have felt to have taken Alex that first time. While the girls watched and masturbated themselves slowly, Alex and Damon fell into a rhythm that was urgent and powerful. Later, Damon stretched across the couch and April climbed up above him to lower her pussy onto his lips. Alex knelt between Damon's outspread thighs and lapped his friend's rigid dick. Cali got on the floor under Alex, her back resting against a cushion in between Damon's legs. All she had to do was open her mouth to take Alex's cock deep into her throat very comfortably, and at the same time fondle his ass with her warm wet fingers. She thought of all the times she had done this alone with him: it was no longer a secret between just the two of them. But now she also had Damon's beautiful body to play with. A fine boy. And April. Delicious April. How often she had sat next to her and wondered how her friend's pussy would feel in her hands and against her mouth. How often she had let Pete lick her own pussy and imagine it was April's tongue down there. If this made her a lesbian she didn't care. All the kids at school bragged so much about the fucking and sucking they were doing. And everybody put down gay sex but they all wanted to try it. For Alex, this little group fuck that he arranged was another on his growing list of sexual adventures. He wasn't one to analyze events, but only to enjoy what happened to him and accept and give pleasure when he could. He was a good companion, and it honestly and simply pleased him that with his cock and mouth and with his fingers he was able to give such great pleasure to his friends. That was enough to satisfy his mind. They were precocious and healthy teenagers being educated in good private schools, and would go on to good careers and marriages and have children. They could expect a bright future. But in the meantime they demanded the right to have a sex life of their own choosing and to experiment and explore each other together. Just as their ancestors had been emancipated from slavery and their grandparents liberated from segregation, now they were taking their rightful place. So too would they liberate themselves from sexual bondage in the face of an ignorant society still sick with the fear of guiltless sex. From his vantage point at the keyhole Tom could observe the lean and buff bodies in their frolic. He could see enough of the action to make him sweat and tremble. He didn't have the nerve to move but knew he must. He unlatched the door and opened it slowly. Now there was no barrier between him and them. He stood and watched for what seemed a long time. The youngsters were so engrossed in themselves none took notice. Cali was the first to see him and she went rigid as a board. This communicated itself instantly to the others and there was a sudden scrambling pig pile confusion as the four reacted automatically to cover their vulnerable parts against his gaze. The emotion that had been absent from their play, shame, now seized them forcefully. The shame, which they deeply resented, came not from their actions but from what they thought were Tom's judgment of their actions. He represented the adults, and the white adults at that. He represented the force that controlled and punished children. He was the force that condemned to death. He was the man who whipped the slaves and who screwed whichever young and pretty one of them he chose. The symbol he represented to them was too deep in their consciousness to allow them to see Tom as who he was at that moment. He was in fact a trembling nervous wreck and had instantly regretted the intrusion he had made. His dick was hard and obvious in his pants but he was rooted to the spot and couldn't move. They all stared at him with blank eyes but terrified hearts. It was a dangerous moment because it was four of them against one. The powerful flow of their sex drive had been interrupted brutally. The group mind had been at work. They could claim he lured them there. They could claim he threatened them. What if they killed him? Could they get away with it? The frozen moment seemed to last forever. April began to think first. This man was her mother's lover. This man, this white man, had given her mother comfort and companionship. This man had lay next to her mother and touched and stroked her, and now April knew more fully what that meant. He visited at Christmas time and called when her mother was sick. And there was more April didn't know. Alex remembered the man as a kind and fair boss with a good sense of humor. He remembered how nervous he'd been his first day at work at how Tom had smiled and made him feel good. And the time off he allowed for his birthday, and other favors he did for Alex. He recalled the bonus Tom gave him at the end of last summer to see him off to school. This man was not bad. He was more like them than not. The fear turned to sympathy and they both saw him now more clearly. He was just Tom. He wasn't white, he wasn't black. He was just Tom, a good man with a hard cock. He wasn't young, he wasn't old. He was just in need, like them. He was as much in need of the touching and sucking and fucking as were they. He didn't know how much in need he was. April stood before him and he stepped toward her. Alex remained still. She looked so small next to his six foot frame. He touched her cheek with the tips of his fingers and tears filled his eyes. The girl fixed him in her gaze, then took the middle finger of his right hand and pushed it deep into her cunt. She gasped at the deep penetration. After a while she removed his finger and put it in her mouth. She sucked on his finger slowly and very deliberately. The others stood transfixed. What they did not know was that a very deep and basic communication was going on between April and Tom, a communication that totally excluded everyone and everything around them. Tom and April now realized how they were linked together, that her mother's lover, now soon to be her lover also, had taken her long gone father's place and that she was somehow about to complete something started by her father when she was six years old and he had stimulated her with his fingers. She was going to let him fuck her. Tom was going to substitute for her father. For his part, Tom knew that he loved her and now realized it for the first time. He was childless and he had made a substitute of her also. He had always asked about her, and fussed over her when she was little, and always seemed glad when she visited the Arcade, and glad when there was good news about her. Later, when she entered puberty, he drew back. He dropped to his knees and began kissing her musky thighs Eventually, April lay back on the couch and lifted her legs wide. Still staring into his eyes, she reached down with her long fingers and spread open her labia to him, offering him her sperm slick wet near-virgin pussy. He knelt before it and holding her thighs in his tanned and hairy arms, leaned forward and took the offering. There were no words spoken by anyone. Tom felt himself being undressed. He was in no condition to notice by whom. He and April were in a sort of delirium. Eventually, after a long time, he could feel the cock up his ass. Later, he knew that someone was sucking his dick. He knew that someone had climbed above April. He knew that he had fucked April. And they had helped. It didn't matter anymore. He wasn't black or white anymore. Neither were they. There were no barriers. What mattered was that everyone was fucking everyone else. What mattered was that there was cock and cunt and ass and tits and mouth and that they were used without guilt. That Sunday, the Arcade opened later than usual. End Comments welcome: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 47