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Sexual Perversions - 3
by Strangesub (strangesub@yahoo.com)

***

As 14 year old Greg wanders naked in the woods, 
masturbating to his favorite fantasies, he is caught by 
two older teenagers, a boy and a girl, and forced to be 
the boy's oral slave. (mmf-teens, youths, bi, ws)

***

PART 3

I was 14 in 1968. I had spent much of the summer 
getting naked in the woods and in the fields, jerking 
off to my oldest brother's porn novels. I reveled in my 
perversions.

At the very end of the summer, I was once more sneaking 
around naked in the woods. I had left all of my 
clothes, including my sneakers, near a creek that 
bordered the woods/swamp where I was running around. I 
stepped gingerly from place to place in my bare feet, 
daydreaming about a Jungle Jane type woman as I gently 
squeezed my semi-hard cock. This was almost routine by 
now. Although I had never been caught, the whole thrill 
was that I could. I had a sort of expanded awareness of 
sounds and movements that added a sexual thrill to 
everything.

On that day, I heard some voices from not very far 
ahead long before I saw anything.

I froze and peered through the underbrush. Slowly and 
silently, my heart pounding and my dick stiffening, I 
stalked closer until I could see who it was. Totally 
concealed by bushes and undergrowth, I got close enough 
to see that it was Peter, Jimmy's older brother and 
Ellen Black. They were standing up against a tree, 
passionately kissing. Ellen lived on the other side of 
me, also next door. She was "old," probably about 19, 
as was Peter. She had long dark hair, a pretty face, 
and a thin figure. But the Black's were real Roman 
Catholic types. There were a lot of kids in the family. 
There were two other girls near my age - Anna who was 
the same age as I was, and Theresa, who was a year 
older.

Once, when we were younger, probably about 8 or 9 years 
old, I had tried to play "you show me yours and I'll 
show you mine" with Anna. She agreed, but after I had 
stripped down, all she would do was to take off her 
shirt, giving me a show of pre-pubescent chest nipples. 
She couldn't take off her pants "cause it would be a 
sin."

Her sister Theresa and I were friends, and we had 
actually held hands while we were playing at the creek 
that bordered both of our yards. But I wanted to kiss 
her and she wouldn't let me, because "she was 
Catholic." 

Now here was their good looking older sister making out 
with Peter. 

The fact that I am stupid has definitely led me to my 
degraded state today. I should have snuck away and 
gotten out of there. I was a buck naked 14 year old kid 
in the middle of the woods with, what I considered, two 
adults. But, I really, really wanted to see what they 
were doing, so..... I snuck closer. 

I managed to get about 10 feet away so that I could see 
them, but I was still hidden. It was worth it. I could 
see that Ellen's shirt was open and Peter's hands were 
busy. He must be playing with her tits, even though I 
couldn't see! He was grinding his hips into her crotch 
and she seemed to be getting off on it. Jesus! Peter 
and Ellen Black!

 My hand was on my prick as I half saw and half 
imagined what they were doing. He moved his mouth off 
hers and his face ducked down to her chest where he 
began licking her tits.

Then she started repeating "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" 
over and over, bouncing up and down.

Her hands were caressing the back of his head. He stood 
up and I saw his hands move farther down to her shorts.

"Peter!" she said, her hands holding his, "I don't want 
to get pregnant."

His back was to me, so I didn't hear his reply, but she 
said, "No," except she was laughing as she said it.

Again, Peter said something I couldn't hear, all the 
while he was still rubbing himself against her, his 
hands moving at her waist.

 "In my mouth!" protested Ellen. "You keep on asking 
that... No! You like this," she giggled and her hands 
were at his shorts.

At that moment there was a loud snap behind me and I 
quickly turned to see a squirrel running away. Just as 
quickly I turned back and saw both Peter and Ellen 
staring directly into the bushes and into my eyes.

Oh Shit! They heard the noise too.

They looked. 

They're looking at me.

Shit! No! I thought.

Inanely, I smiled feebly and my legs started turning 
away. I had no idea of what I was doing and the first 
thing I did was fall down.

No! no, no, no, I thought laying on my back, my naked 
body scratched by the twigs and underbrush. I was 
paralyzed with fear. Maybe they'll run away, I thought. 
Maybe they really didn't see me. Maybe...

"Moran!" Peter's voice yelled, "Is that you?"

He sounded pissed. 

"Was that Greggy, Peter?" said Ellen's voice 
plaintively and to my ears, breathy.

"Greggy Moran, get your butt over here," demanded 
Peter.

"Uh, I can't," I croaked in fear, still lying on the 
ground.

"Why not?" said Peter.

"Uh, I don't have any clothes on?" I said stupidly.

"Wha?!! You little pervert!" Peter came running over 
and grabbed me by the arm.

My lightly haired cock was sticking straight out and 
up, in spite (or because of?) my pounding fear.

"You pervert!" he repeated, looking at my hard dick.

I heard Ellen giggle. Now that was strange. Here, she 
was caught making out, with her shirt open and she was 
the one giggling. I was buck naked with a hard on and 
she was giggling. Weird.

I had no notion of what was going on in the sixties at 
that time, so it didn't occur to me that she was 
probably stoned. In retrospect, she must have been, 
because to this day I can't imagine the prim and 
proper, very Catholic, Ellen Black acting like a total 
whore.

Peter was holding my arm tightly. I wouldn't look him 
in the eye, and looking down, I could see his stiff 
dick bulging out of his shorts. He was not paying 
attention to it in his anger at me. My mind was still 
numb when he said in my ear, "Jimmy told me you were a 
little pervert. I thought it was more of his lies when 
he said you gave him blow jobs."

"What!" I protested, jerking my head up, "I never..."

"Really?" interrupted Peter. "What? Did somebody steal 
all your clothes and shove you out here? Is your 
fucking dick always hard?"

He turned and pulled me over to Ellen, who was holding 
her shirt closed. She looked at my naked, aroused body 
with amused fascination.

"He's a faggot," said Peter. "He gets his kicks 
watching people and giving guys blow jobs."

"No," I protested again; "Shut up," Peter said; "That's 
sick," said Ellen - all at the same time.

"Jimmy told me about you giving him blow jobs. He even 
described your prick to me," Peter whispered in my ear. 
"How did he know that, if you're not a homo?" He was 
really pissed off.

"You're a homo?" said Ellen and she giggled again. 
"Really?"

Unconsciously, she let her shirt fall open again. Her 
breasts were only a foot away from me and they were 
beautiful. They were smooth and firm and her pink 
nipples were hard. I wanted to reach out and touch 
them.

Peter said, "Look, he's getting off just thinking about 
it," nodding at my stiff cock, which was throbbing 
again with a life of its own.

"That's disgusting," Ellen repeated, turning her head 
away. "That's what you wanted me to do." 

"Yeah, but he likes it, don't you Greggy," Peter said, 
now grabbing me by both of my bare shoulders and 
looking at me. "Watch this Ellen. He'll show you."

He pushed me down to my knees in front of him and said, 
"Go ahead. Do what you want to do, faggot boy."

He unzipped his shorts and let his cock spring out.

I stared at his hard manhood half out of his shorts 
along with his bushy pubic hair and tried to figure out 
what to do. My cock was aching hard, and I was turned 
on, but not by the thought of sucking Peter, but by the 
thought of fucking Ellen. At least that's what was 
going through my mind.

"C'mon faggot," Peter demanded. "Take it out and suck 
it. Or do you want me to tell everyone what a pervert 
peeping Tom you are? Crawling around naked... trying to 
find some homo cock. C'mon, this is what you want."

He grabbed the hair on my head and pulled my face into 
his crotch. 

"All right, all right," I said, my breath coming in 
ragged gasps.

I didn't want him to tell anybody. I didn't want him to 
beat me up ( I knew he sometimes beat up on Jimmy). I 
just wanted to hide, but he had me on my knees in front 
of him, so I gave in.

"Don't hurt him, Peter," said Ellen, hesitantly.

"This is what he likes. You'll see," said Peter, 
rubbing his throbbing member against my boyish face.

Humiliated that Ellen was going to think I was a Homo, 
I nonetheless put my hands up and pulled down his 
shorts and underwear, freeing his stiff member. The top 
was already wet and sticky and it was long and thin 
like Jimmy's. I heard Ellen breathing behind me as I 
put my mouth on the head of his tool.

He pulled me into his cock. I looked up at him with my 
lips around his shaft and tried to say "please don't 
make me do this," but it just came out as mumbles. This 
was worse than any nightmare, sucking a guys man meat, 
while a beautiful woman watched in squeamish 
fascination, seeing evidence that I was, indeed, a 
faggot. 

Peter took his hands off my head and said, "Don't stop, 
faggot."

He moved his hips back and forth and his cock slid in 
and out of my mouth from my lips to my throat. I had to 
grab his legs for support when he let go, and I was 
almost helping him fuck my mouth.

I heard him say, "Oh, c'mere baby," and I felt him pull 
Ellen to him. I looked up with my eyes and saw his 
hands grab her naked breasts and move her toward him. 
She giggled again and came to him, her mouth on his. 
Her tongue darted out and licked his mouth, slipping 
inside. My mind was trying to take in her licentious 
behavior. I couldn't believe that this sister of Anna 
and Theresa's could be such a easy slut! 

Here some bare assed kid was being forced to suck her 
boyfriend's cock and she was letting him play with her 
tits while it happened! I tried to get angry at her, 
but the power of the situation and the fact that her 
boobs were just overhead with Peter's palms on her 
fleshy globes, his thumbs manipulating her hard 
nipples, left me with a hopeless longing. My shaft was 
rigid with desire, but here I was, acting as Peter's 
mouth cunt.

Peter continued to move his hips, now fucking my mouth 
with a slow intensity. I had no where to go and 
continued to submit to this degradation, somehow hoping 
that maybe I would be able to touch Ellen before this 
was all over. She moved closer to Peter and her bare 
leg was rubbing against my naked body. God! My erection 
was pulsing now. I discreetly tried to rub myself 
against her as she was trying to rub her crotch against 
Peter's thigh.

"Peter!" she said into his mouth.

"Oh, Ellen," he breathed, "This is wild."

"Peter," she repeated taking her mouth off his, "he's 
in the way." She nodded down at me.

I froze, aching with longing, my mouth full of cock. 
Peter took his hands off of her tits and placed one 
behind my head and pulled me hard onto his pole. I 
gagged as my face was crushed into his flat belly, my 
lips were mashed by his pubic hair and his cock savaged 
my throat. I could feel his other hand move into 
Ellen's shorts as the material rubbed against the side 
of my face.

"Peter!" she said insistently, "I don't want to get 
pregnant!"

"Shhhh," he said as his face moved down to her exposed 
breasts and his hand maneuvered its way around to her 
crotch, "I promise you that you don't have to even 
touch me at all. My thing won't be anywhere near you."

He let me slide back off his dick somewhat and actually 
smiled and winked at me! while he started tonguing her 
stiff nipples. I felt completely victimized.

She gasped and moaned slightly, "Ohhhhhhh," as her 
hands went to the back of his head again.

She now offered no resistance now as Peter unzipped her 
shorts and started working them down around her hips. 
She stepped away from my side, wiggled her thighs a 
little and the shorts fell down to her ankles. She 
stepped out of them. Peter had let go of my head now 
and had both hands at Ellen's waist, one shoving down 
the front of her panties and the other down the back, 
along her ass. He was still moving in and out of my 
mouth, enjoying the sensation of my young lips on his 
hard meat. 

I started really sucking him, wanting to get this over 
with. The smell of Ellen's hot pussy only 6 inches away 
from my head was starting to make me crazy with lust. 
In the humid summer heat, the sweat was dripping off of 
my naked boy flesh, saturating me with the carnal 
smells of fucksex. 

 I could feel Peter's hand working its way into her wet 
snatch inside her panties. I wanted to turn and lick 
her musky cunt hairs. Peter moved his mouth back up and 
whispered, "Pretend he's not even there," into 

Ellen's ear and his tongue started licking the inside 
and her earlobe.

"Oh God!, God, God," Ellen moaned as she shook her 
head, obviously overwhelmed by the reactions of her 
lusty, 19 year old body. 

She pushed her own panties off as Peter thrust his 
finger deep into her dripping box. He clasped her now 
naked ass and pulled her closer so that her pussy and 
the back of his hand were rubbing against my head. Her 
slick naked legs were sliding against my wet, naked 
body as she humped his hand and my head. Peter sped up 
his thrusts into my mouth and I again had to hold on 
tight to his slippery, sweaty thighs to keep him from 
choking me.

He tried to move his chest against her exposed tits and 
that drove him further into me. Their mouths were 
locked together and he removed his hand from her wet 
pussy to run it up her naked ass, up her back, and to 
pull her flapping shirt off her shoulders. I felt it 
fall on my legs, but I couldn't see anything as her 
cunt ground into the back of my head, forcing my face 
back into Peter's belly, his thin tool driving into my 
throat. She started humping me, practically climbing 
over me until her legs were spread wide open. 

I could feel her wet cunt flesh on the back of my neck. 
She was pressing against me so hard that my boy meat 
was being pushed into the ground as her weight and 
frantic movements drove me down. Peter had to slide 
down the tree and bend his knees to keep his dick in my 
mouth. My whole body reeled as I felt her slippery 
cunt, her wet juices, mixing with my sweat, trickling 
down my back, as she ground her flowing vagina into the 
back of my head and neck.

"Oh GOD! GOD! GOD!," she screamed, throwing her head 
back, bouncing up and down, slamming into my shoulders, 
driving my knees and cock into the dirt, her sweat and 
her liquid pussy drenching my body and dripping down my 
back. 

Her hands were grabbing my shoulder blades, trying to 
force me harder against her as she exploded in orgasm. 

"OH JESUS!" she moaned and her body shivered and 
jerked.

Peter was slamming his hot tool into my mouth now as he 
grabbed Ellen's ass cheeks with both hands, his cock 
fucking me furiously, slamming into my throat. Each 
time he pulled Ellen towards him, her cunt would shove 
my head onto his engorged phallus.

"YES! OH YES! I'M FUCKING YOU BABY!" Peter yelled, his 
hips bucking wildly as he shot a huge hunk of sperm 
into my throat.

He shot again, his goo filling my mouth. My head was 
totally trapped and I couldn't breath. I felt Ellen's 
hands go to Peter's and she moved them off her ass and 
slid off of my back as he orgasmed again. I frantically 
swallowed, trying to inhale through my nose. His cum 
kept on filling my mouth! 

 When Ellen finally stepped back, I pushed away from 
Peter's dick, gasping for breath. He quickly moved his 
hand from my head and grabbed his spurting tool, 
jerking it, his spunk continuing to shoot onto my face. 
I collapsed onto the ground bending over, coughing up 
gooey sperm as he ejaculated onto my sweating naked 
back and neck. 

Finally I rolled over and lay down, not caring that my 
erection was still pulsing in the air. I could feel the 
cum dribbling down my face. I looked up and saw Peter 
squeezing the last drops of semen out of his cock and 
shaking it onto to me. I saw Ellen, totally nude, 
looking down at me as if from miles away. Her cunt 
hairs were dripping with her secretions and I could 
still smell her from down on the ground. 

God, she was beautiful! Hot sweat covered her bare body 
with a fine sheen and it dripped from her hard, firm 
breasts. Even her large, brown nipples were wet as they 
rigidly pointed out from the tips of her tits. She 
looked as if she had been sculpted from wet clay. My 
own dick jerked as I watched her and my hand 
involuntarily moved toward it.

"Wow," she said, in an orgiastic daze, looking at my 
young, trembling, abused body, "You really like that?"

Then, for the first time since I got there, she 
demonstrated what I would have thought would have been 
an instinctive modesty. Maybe it was because she was 
naked with two boys, one half dressed, who had cum 
dribbling from his exposed cock; and the other totally 
naked with a wet, throbbing hard on, covered with dirt 
from the woods floor, cum on his face, dribbling from 
his mouth, and who was staring at her with unfulfilled 
lust. Whatever it was, she suddenly looked uneasy, and 
grabbed her panties and shorts, pulling them on swiftly 
over her slick thighs and ass.

She then grabbed her bra and said nervously, "I gotta 
go Peter, I'm late."

She didn't look at me or wait for an answer from Peter 
before turning her back and rapidly walked away, trying 
to put on her bra on her slippery wet body as she went.

My heart was still beating rapidly but I was stupefied 
as I lay there. 

Then Peter prodded me with his foot and said, " I 
should beat the shit out of you, you little faggot 
homo, but since you didn't really hurt anything, I'll 
let you live. Why don't you beat your meat? Let's see 
how faggots do it."

My head was still spinning. It felt like someone had 
already kicked me around. But my cock was still really 
hard and I could still smell Ellen's pussy juices that 
had saturated my neck and back.

"Go ahead faggot!" he repeated prodding me harder with 
his foot. He put his fingers on his now limp dick, 
still wet with cum, and pointed it at my face. "Go 
ahead and jerk off."

I did not want to resist and I wrapped my fingers 
around my throbbing meat. I was overcome with the fuck 
smells and gooey sperm that permeated my vulnerable 
naked form. The smell of Ellen's steamy cunt sent me 
over the edge immediately and it only took a few jerks 
before my hips rose and my jiz started flying. 

My mouth opened and I squeezed my eyes shut as my fist 
milked my manhood and my body convulsed. I felt my 
boiling cum splatter on my chest and then I felt hot 
piss pour into my mouth!

My eyes snapped open and as I shut my mouth I saw Peter 
pissing on me in the throes of my orgasm. I 
inadvertently swallowed some of his piss as I spit the 
rest out, but my body was still shuddering and bucking 
with a mind of its own while he sprayed my whole face 
and then moved his fiery stream down my chin to my 
chest, pissing his discharge onto my nipples, then my 
belly and finally my hand and my cock and balls. 

His piss washed tracks and splattered the woods dirt 
that encrusted my groin. My hand and pubic hairs were 
drenched with his piss as my own uncontrollable orgasm 
finally subsided. He continued to douse my groin area 
until he reached a dribble and then shook himself over 
my face again. I turned my head away, totally spent, 
spitting pee out of my mouth, degraded, humiliated and 
in despair. My life was over. I closed my eyes and felt 
hot tears leaking out.

"Next time I catch you spying, homo, you'll get a lot 
worse than that," said Peter.

I heard him walk away as I lay there, naked, soaked in 
sweat, covered with piss and cum, my hand still wrapped 
around my penis, crying softly to myself.

I lay there for awhile, my mind a blank, thinking that 
soon everyone would know about Greg the Homo, and 
wondering what to do.

Ah, the recovering powers of a 14 year old! 

After the dazed unreality of it all wore off, I 
realized that there was nothing for me to do! Feeling 
depressed and very sorry for myself, I snuck down to 
the creek, washed myself off as best I could, got 
dressed and went home and acted like nothing happened.

And for all that, nothing might have well happened. 
Ellen always avoided me after that. I never really 
spoke to her again and her family moved away about a 
year later. 

Peter was a different story.

Within days after this event, I was going over it in my 
head and jerking off to its erotic thrill. In that 
short span, it went from being the reality of a 
degraded rape that could have exposed me for the 
pervert that I was, to a favorite sexual fantasy 
involving real cunts and tits and hard cock. I began 
eating my own sperm to try and get the submissive part 
right. In other words, my recovery was speedy and 
adding a new twist to my twisted life. 

By the end of the week, Peter's hard dick in my mouth 
was something that I craved to try again (along with 
licking Ellen's cunt and tits - I was very egalitarian 
in my fantasies).

Continued in part 4...

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