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Sexual Perversions - 8
by Strangesub (strangesub@yahoo.com)

***

Seventeen year old Greg finally fucks his beautiful 
girlfriend. Then, at survival camp during the summer, 
he sucks the biggest cock he has ever seen. (mm-teens, 
youths, 1st-bi-expr, oral)

***

PART 8

I was 17 years old in 1971 and had already had more 
fucking homo experiences than most gay guys ever get in 
a lifetime.

But I was still just a fucking 17 year old horny 
teenager. I wanted desperately to fuck a girl. I was 
going crazy with sex and I couldn't get fucking laid to 
save my life. 

So finally, in order to deal with me not wanting to be 
a homosexual and in order to deal with my rude 
awakening that one of my best friends was totally 
queer, I did a mind fuck on myself similar to what I 
had done when my father had let me get fucked when I 
was 7 years old. I forgot about Kent and Hans and that 
whole bizarre experience. Or rather, I added it to the 
porn factory that went on in my head, relegating to the 
realm of fantasy instead of something that actually 
happened.

One thing that helped me do that was that, finally, in 
the winter of 1971, I mustered up enough courage to 
start going out with Dawn, a really beautiful girl who 
was playing a minor lead opposite me in the school 
musical. She dated me and seemed to like me, even 
though she was a senior and year older than I was.

She was about 5' 6" tall, (I was about 6 foot tall now) 
and had a very cute body. Long straight, dirty blond 
hair, a round face with big hazel eyes and nice lips. 
Her breasts were pert and medium sized, just right on 
her thin, shapely body. She had nice hips and an ass 
that she wiggled when she wanted it to. She wanted to 
be a clothing designer. So her clothing was classy and 
sexy. She would wear dresses slit down the leg that 
were more enticing that mini skirts. She had loose tops 
that made you look, wondering if she was naked 
underneath. She looked hot. 

I found out in time that she liked me because she 
thought I was smart. (Although I was more mature by 
this time, having been through puberty, talled up and 
thinned out a little.) I still wore glasses, but my 
hair was a normal length and I had started wearing 
suits and ties to school or other odd looking, but 
otherwise normal clothes. I was getting into the 
weirdness of being "in the sixties" in 1971. (I had 
actually seen the musical "Hair" the year before and I 
wanted desperately to be a "hippie," but there was no 
one, zilch, who dressed or acted like that in our 
community.)

In spite of her alluring body and clothes, Dawn and I 
progressed slowly - I was afraid that if I got sexual 
with such a beautiful girl, I would be history. And 
plus, I was still getting clandestine relief from Dan 
the janitor. So I tried not to be an oversexed pervert. 
After a month of dating and then passionate kissing 
where I finally got into tonguing a girl and really 
enjoying our mouths, I started trying to get her bra 
off. 

I spent some time in the dark little back room in the 
Dun with Dawn making out, pawing her breasts and 
unsuccessfully trying to free them. She resisted and I 
was too chicken to force the issue. Then, spring came 
and we started going to drive in movies. I got to make 
out with her and fondle her body at the movies. But, 
even though Dawn seemed to be okay with these clumsy 
attempts at moving on sexually, she still wouldn't let 
me get to her naked breasts or the hot flesh of her 
pussy. One week after another hot, horny and hard 
session in the front seat of my mom's car with Dawn, 
still ineffectually trying to remove her bra where she 
still wouldn't let me, I went on a weekend church 
retreat with my youth group.

We went to another church out of state and all of us 
stayed in one of the classrooms in sleeping bags, boys 
and girls together.

I woke up late at night when everyone else was sleeping 
and, true to form, I got up and started sneaking around 
the building in only my underwear. I was in the main 
sanctuary, behind the altar, thinking about getting 
naked and beating off when Dale walked in.

Dale was a big girl who had a crush on me. I had known 
her most of my life and we had gone out a couple of 
times over the years. She really, really liked me. But 
she was pretty fat (healthy, very attractive freckled 
face, wavy black hair, smooth skin and 16 years old, 
but fat - youth indeed is wasted on the young) and I 
did not want to pursue her. Every so often, she 
attempted to pursue me.

She was wearing an oversize buttoned up shirt as 
pajamas. She saw me standing behind the altar and 
managed to looked bewildered, shocked and intrigued. 

"What are you doing, Greg?" she asked.

"Just walking around," I said, stepping out so that she 
could see that I had my underwear on. (It was important 
in my odd thought pattern just then that she had not 
caught me "naked.")

"In your underwear? What if somebody sees you?" she 
queried, walking up into the altar area.

"What are you doing up?" I countered, defensively

"I saw you get up," she said coyly. "I thought I'd see 
what you were up to..."

"Well, OK," I said, anxiously now. She had walked up 
and was standing in front of me. I felt a stirring in 
my loins at this illicit situation. Then she tilted her 
head back and closed her eyes, just like this was some 
kind of movie or novel! This was not untypical of her 
as she had a peculiar romantic streak in her, but it 
was intriguing.

What could I do? I kissed her, her mouth instantly 
opening. I slipped my tongue inside and she responded 
with her tongue. My cock stiffened immediately and I 
hugged her to me pressing my hardening manhood against 
her leg. This was incredible! I had never been in a hot 
kiss with Dale before, and certainly not when I was 
half naked!

I was getting hotter and bigger as we continued 
exchanging tongues. My hands were feeling her big ass 
through the fabric of her shirt and I was practically 
humping her leg when she broke away and breathed, "What 
if someone comes in?"

I saw no chance of that, but I took her hand anyway and 
led her behind the altar, where I had been standing 
before.

"No one can see us here," I said, sliding down the 
wall, facing the altar, my hand in hers. My dick was 
sticking out, making a tent in my shorts, obviously 
inflamed and needy, but I didn't care. My ordinary fear 
that she would see my hard on and get scared was 
replaced by a brazen lust. I invited her with a smile.

She gave me a warm look and sat down beside me. I 
instantly started kissing her again, laying her down on 
the stone floor. My mouth moved from her lips to her 
neck, licking her, nibbling at her throat. My hands 
were at her shirt front, at her breasts. She didn't try 
to stop me. Oh man! After a couple of months of being 
denied by Dawn, this was really hot! I alternately 
fumbled with her buttons and massaged her large 
breasts, feeling her nipples come to life beneath the 
fabric, continuing to move my mouth from her throat to 
her lips to her tongue to her face. She was moving her 
chest in response to my roving hands and seemed to be 
enjoying the attention.

She didn't seem to notice as I unbuttoned each button. 
But she had to know when I was half way down and I 
slipped my hand onto her naked flesh, exposing one huge 
breast. She still didn't stop me! I cupped the hard 
nipple in my hand, a sensual electricity running from 
her breast down to my burning groin. I frantically 
unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and pushed it open. 
Her bare breasts were exposed in their young purity. I 
was probably the first boy to ever fondle her perfect 
mounds.

I was in awe. With her shirt spread on the floor, she 
was naked except for her beige panties. Her fat body 
was flattened as she lay on the floor. Her smooth, 
white flesh was flawless. Her tummy was a virgin 
territory that rolled down to her belly button, a 
growth of black hair starting below it and increasing 
until it disappeared under her panties.

She had magnificent breasts with large, dark nipples. 
They were huge and well rounded. They were wet dreams 
that stood straight up from her body, sagging not at 
all - they were incredible! I licked at her hard 
nipples, filling my mouth with her firm teats, wetting 
her aureoles with my saliva. My hands kneaded the 
fleshy sides of her tits, sliding over her pointy tips, 
back down to her shoulders, her shirt, her back. My 
heart was pounding and my dick was throbbing. 

"Oh, yes Greg," she murmured. "Oh yes Greg, that's so 
nice. Oh, Greg, I love you."

She sounded so hot and turned on. Her body writhed with 
mine as I rubbed my steel hard erection against her on 
the church floor, the cold stone sending little chills 
to counteract our heat. I continued to knead one 
massive breast with one hand, my mouth fastened on her 
other burning nipple. With the other hand, I moved down 
to her stomach, massaging her flesh, creeping toward 
her panties. I felt the black curls of her hairy bush 
peeking out, and I slid my hand over her crotch.

She moaned and she pushed her hot, adolescent pussy 
against my hand. Oh God, I could feel that she was so 
wet; her panties were wet! The thought overwhelmed my 
senses and I felt myself being drawn farther into an 
inferno of lust.

Dale promptly grabbed my hand as I began to try and 
slide my fingers into her moist panty leg and breathed 
out, "No, you can't."

I covered her mouth with mine, slid my tongue in to mix 
my saliva with hers, and my fingers renewed their 
assault.

"No!" she moaned into my mouth. She held my hand and 
pulled it away, "Not until we're married."

I groaned with longing and went back to working on her 
tits, licking and sucking the huge mounds, massaging 
and squeezing them with my hands. I started to move my 
body over her leg, rubbing my aching dick through my 
underwear on her naked flesh. 

This didn't seem to bother her. She started running her 
hands up my back and down to my ass, finally pulling me 
to her groin as I settled in between her legs, opening 
her oversize thighs to accommodate me. She moved her 
hips with mine, grinding our two crotches together, her 
juices working their way into the front of my 
underwear. I could smell her now, her hot sex smell 
permeating the altar area. I humped my hard pole on her 
wet pubis mound in such a way that my prick was 
uncovered, sticking out the top of my underwear. I 
rubbed myself up and down her vaginal crack through her 
panties, touching the naked flesh of her belly with my 
meat and then sliding down again onto her sopping wet 
panties. I could feel her young flesh underneath mine, 
our almost naked bodies rubbing together. My mouth was 
on hers, my chest crushing her great tits. I felt her 
rigid nipples pressing into my bare flesh. The world 
was a white noise of mammoth breasts, vibrating 
nipples, tongues and wet cunt. I felt my chafing cock 
swell to an agonizing orgasm. Her hips were pounding 
into my bursting rod.

"Ohh! Oh Greg, I love you," she moaned in passion.

"Uhhhhh," I pressed against her wetness as I came, my 
pulsing dick shooting a load of sperm onto her steamy 
crotch.

"Unnhhh," I jerked as another spurt of cum landed on 
her belly. I kept on rubbing my cum spewing prick 
against Dale's wet panty clad pussy as I shuddered and 
twitched in pleasure. 

When I was finally finished, I gave Dale a weak smile 
and moved off her body. I didn't know what to do. There 
was cum on her belly and her panties. It was sticking 
to my dick and underwear and was immediately cold and 
slimy feeling. I came down from my high and I was 
embarrassed.

Dale, however seemed satisfied, and simply sat up and 
buttoned up her shirt, closing it over our collective 
wetness. She looked at me adoringly. 

I got up nervously, pulling my cum stained underwear 
over my prick and said, "Uh, I gotta change."

She remained on the floor, looked at my crotch, then 
back to my face and smiled knowingly. "Sure, I 
understand," she said.

Becoming more unsure of myself, and feeling very soiled 
now, I fled the altar.

The upshot of this event was that Dale now considered 
us engaged. She really considered us engaged to be 
married. In her mind, the scene was a courtship and a 
proposal and that was that.

I tried to take advantage of her again, trying to get 
her pants off even while explaining that this was only 
a mutual exploration - that we were not going steady or 
were not engaged, but she wouldn't have any of it. Dawn 
was still my girlfriend even though I would have fucked 
Dale (or anyone) at the drop of a hat but, as the days 
went by, Dale got increasingly more pissed off at my 
denial of my "commitment," and finally, I just stopped 
seeing her at all.

It took some long verbiage over several weeks and 
callous disregard for her feelings to convince her that 
we were not getting married. I had to more or less 
flaunt my relationship with Dawn in her face 
(especially as it immediately became "more active.") 
Eventually she was dissuaded and recovered. It was a 
glorious fuck, even though it wasn't, quite. She had 
beautiful breasts.

But the main thing was that she made me really hot and 
I squirted all over her panties and crotch which proved 
to me anyway, that I was not just a homo. 

So, the next week, with my new found manly self 
assurance, I finally got Dawn's bra off at a drive in 
movie.

We were engaged in our usual embrace. I started off 
casually, my arm around her. She settled back into me 
and I started nuzzling her cheeks with my lips, lightly 
kissing her until she responded by turning her face 
towards me, our mouths meeting. As we kissed, I gently 
probed her mouth with my tongue. She responded with 
hers, meeting mine and my lips pressed harder against 
hers, my arms awkwardly drawing her to me, maneuvering 
in the front seat of the car. This night, instead of my 
ordinary mashing of lips and teeth that had been my 
clumsy make out technique, I began kissing Dawn on her 
neck, it's smoothness stretching out, open to my touch. 
I remembered Dale and her passion and continued to lick 
at Dawn's throat, and then I nibbled at her ears. She 
sighed with satisfaction. When my fingers started to 
tug at her shirt, pulling it out of her skirt, she 
seemed not to care. I trembled as my hand slipped 
inside her blouse touching her bare flesh, kneading her 
skin, running over the smoothness of her belly. I moved 
upwards and touched her bra, all the while showering 
her face and neck with passionate kisses.

Then, as usual, she tried to stop me reaching under her 
shirt and grabbing my wrist, exposing her flat abdomen 
as her own arm lifted up her blouse. 

"Greg... no," she breathed softly. "Please!"

For the first time since we had been dating, I didn't 
stop. My hand kept up its incursion, feeling her breast 
through her bra. I pulled her restraining hand away 
from mine and held it as I massaged first one breast, 
then the other. 

"Ohh, Greg, oh, please, no," she sighed, shivering at 
my persistence. My cock was stiffening in my pants as 
my fingers moved from her sheathed titties to her warm 
flesh. I let go of her hand and embraced her, both my 
hands under her shirt, fumbling with the clasp on her 
bra.

"No, Greg," she insisted, "I mean it."

She tried to squirm away but I continued to thrust my 
tongue into her mouth and I finally loosened her bra, 
quickly pushing it up and grabbing hold of her breasts.

"Noo, Greg..." she whimpered.

I lifted up her shirt and moved my mouth to her 
nipples. I groaned in satisfaction as my tongue finally 
lapped at my prize. 

They hardened even as Dawn turned her head away in 
dismay.

"C'mon, Dawn," I said, removing my mouth and gently 
rolling her taut nipples between my fingers. My heart 
was thudding in triumph. Her breasts were so smooth and 
beautiful.

"They're so small," she said mournfully, "I wear padded 
bras so no one will notice."

"No," I protested, completely taken aback, "they're 
beautiful. I love your breasts."

I looked at them in appreciation and I realized what 
she meant. Her bra did make her breasts look larger 
than they really were, but I wouldn't have called them 
insignificant (Unless perhaps if I compared them to 
Dale's, but what did I know - those were the only other 
breasts I had ever played with). 

Dawn's breasts were indeed smallish, firm, athletic 
looking tits that were smooth and matched her trim 
body. Her brown, pinkish aureoles haloed each hard nub 
that peaked flawlessly. I caressed them with my palms 
and fingers, moving my mouth back to them, savoring her 
flesh, the stiffness of the tips her nipples.

Dawn finally stopped resisting and let me minister to 
her. She almost purred as she relaxed, happy that I 
enjoyed her womanly charms. I continued stroking her 
naked upper body with one hand, my other descending to 
her waist. Now that I reached one treasure, my stiff 
cock desired another.

I slipped my hand in the slit of her disarrayed skirt, 
pushing it up and exposing her white nylon panties. I 
moved my hand to the front of her humid pulsing pussy, 
my fingertips stroking the damp cloth. Our tongues were 
probing each others' hot mouths. My other hand was 
stroking her freed breasts, playing with her nipples. I 
pushed the elastic aside on her panties with my fingers 
and touched her wet slot. 

She whimpered and thrust her hips against my hand. I 
squeezed my hand farther in, one finger probing her hot 
cunt. My cock jerked and pulsed as I trembled with 
passion. I reached for the waistband of her panties and 
Dawn froze against me. One hand clamped around my wrist 
and she pulled her gasping mouth from mine saying,

"Wait, do you have a protection?"

My balls were aching, but I realized that I didn't want 
to get her pregnant. 

I said, "No, but there are other ways to... uh... do 
this."

"What do you mean?" she asked, her perfect exposed tits 
inches from my eyes, my hard member sticky in my pants.

I punked out as usual. I couldn't bring myself to 
discuss sex, sucking, hand jobs and whatever else with 
her. Yes, I was a world class pervert, but only in 
secret. Sex was dirty and I couldn't suggest 
perversions to my beautiful girlfriend. So, after some 
more unsatisfying pussy rubbing and tit sucking, we 
went home, still unfulfilled. I jerked off to wild 
fantasies of fucking Dawn forever.

I bought some condoms.

**

The following week was the senior class outing. This 
was basically a party at someone's father's farm where 
everyone got drunk and played around. Dawn asked me to 
go with her and I was eager with anticipation. We 
planned to spend the night there.

To make a long and miserable excuse for a story short. 
I ended up drinking a half a bottle of Southern Comfort 
(first and last time)and passed out in the back of the 
car. When I woke up, at night, sick and very drunk, 
Dawn was gone. I spent an hour or so wandering around 
yelling "Dawn!" knocking (knocking?) on people's tents 
trying to find her, annoying the shit out of many 
senior class members who were, in fact, enjoying 
themselves, fucking their girlfriends or boyfriends. 

I finally found her in the barn, where she had been in 
the hayloft with an old boyfriend. She was buttoning up 
her blouse as she came down, but I never saw him and I 
was in no condition to be jealous. We went back to the 
car and slept and left later. The old boyfriend thing 
barely registered and I didn't think about it until 
many months later.

However, No fucking. Bummer.

Finally, again, several nights later, we were making 
out in the front seat of the car in her driveway. 

Again, she easily let me remove her bra. This time she 
took it off in a business like fashion, leaving her 
shirt on.I immediately moved down her body to her 
waist, diving my hand into her crotch where I again 
found a very wet, very steamy cunt. I was in heaven. 
When I suggested we move into the back area of my mom's 
station wagon, she had no objections whatsoever. She 
removed her own skirt and panties and lay back half 
naked, her moist cunt exposed for the taking.

I kissed her passionately, playing with her hot fuck 
box, wetting my fingers in her delicious juices. With 
her shirt open, she was practically naked. Not being 
able to control myself any longer, I stopped and pulled 
off my pants, exposing my eager hard manhood. As she 
watched, I pulled out a rubber and inexpertly put it 
on. Then, I put a pillow under her beautiful naked ass, 
(I had read that this would make it easy for her, 
assuming that she was a virgin) and knelt between her 
legs. 

She helped me by opening up her cunt lips and I bent 
down, guiding my turgid shaft into her hot, wet, 
delicious, soft, warm, cunt. At last, I slid into her 
wet pussy, so new and so exciting. I moaned with such 
satisfaction at achieving my long sought after goal. 
She put her hands on my ass and I plunged into her, my 
trembling erection buried to the hilt in her moist 
grotto.

She huskily panted and said, "Be gentle," as I began 
fucking her.

I came immediately, my hot seed spurting into the 
rubber. After my orgasm subsided, I lay there, 
uncomfortable, not sure of what to do. I finally pulled 
out and as we got our clothes back on, my main thought 
was: 

This is it?!

That was It?!

That is what fucking is all about?!

It's more exciting when I jerk off. Getting my ass 
spanked is more exciting than this.

Gay fucking homo fucking blow job perverted fucking sex 
was more exciting than this!

It was a hell of a lot more thrilling humping my cock 
on Dale's panties!

I just couldn't believe that that was that.

**

Well, in later years I realized that Dawn was a 
physically reserved woman who needed someone more 
knowledgeable than I was at that time to take charge 
and arouse her... But she liked me a lot and wanted to 
break down her natural barriers to physical intimacy. 
She had let me fuck her for just that reason. (Although 
she had also intimated that she was a virgin. She 
wasn't, but I was ignorant at the time and gave her the 
benefit of the doubt.) She had been truly self-
conscious about her breast size and she was genuinely 
pleased that I didn't care. 

Unfortunately, she was a young woman who was trying to 
please and keep her man, and I was a hormonally crazed 
pervert who was trying to find a hot hole to put it in. 
We were working at cross purposes. Hell, I was working 
at cross purposes - I wanted to fuck in the worst way - 
to be nasty and kinky, and I also wanted to be a 
gentleman. I didn't want to offend anybody by doing or 
saying something gauche or inappropriate. So Dawn and I 
talked nothing of sex and preferences. I didn't want to 
be rude. 

However. It was now the summer of 1971 and Dawn and I 
went to the fields behind her house to talk one night a 
few days after my disappointing twitch into her 
reserved vaginal opening. And... we smoked pot.

She introduced me to my first joint and I don't 
remember feeling high but it turned into...

A very hot and humid night. As we talked, we started 
kissing and our tongues merged into lustful animals, 
exploring each others mouths, dueling in desire. As I 
caressed her lithe body, she reciprocated, moving her 
hands to my neck and back in feverish excitement. She 
laid back, no resistance at all, helping me, as I 
undressed her, removing her blouse, then her bra. She 
raised her hips for me as I slid her jeans down her 
shapely legs. 

As I remained fully clothed and she, only clad in her 
panties, I toyed with her awhile. My hands and mouth 
were at her breasts, slicked with sweat and rolling 
with excitement. She arched her body so her stiff 
nipples could reach my probing tongue and lips. She 
cried out with desire as I wrapped her hair in one 
hand, pulling her head back, so that her shapely neck 
was taut and open to my assault. I slid my hand over 
the concave firmness of her stomach, stopping to play 
with her belly button as she quivered with passion.

"Ohhh. Ohhhhh, Greg, Greg, Greg!" she moaned, lost in 
the sensations of sex.

My hand pushed itself into her panties and captured her 
golden slit. She gasped and opened her legs for me as I 
plunged my fingers into her hot wetness and spread her 
juices over her crotch, grasping and covering her 
vagina with my whole hand. Her hips lifted and I shoved 
her damp panties down her legs, leaving her totally 
naked and exposed. 

She spread her thighs farther as first one, then 
several of my fingers dipped into her hot box, 
saturating her short pubic hairs with her secretions, 
trickling her liquids down the crack of her ass. She 
was rolling her head from side to side at my offensive 
on her naked form and then she suddenly reached up and 
started tearing at my clothes. She was afire, hot with 
sweat, nude and wanting me naked too. 

Within seconds, she had my shirt off and was rubbing my 
chest, her hands brushing my wispy curls and nipples as 
she sat up and placed her mouth on mine, driving her 
tongue almost into my throat. The feel of her sweat 
drenched tits pressing against my naked chest was like 
a wet dream come true. Her bare body, writhing against 
mine, had my dick ripping a hole in my pants.

Keeping my mouth on hers, I pulled off my pants, 
feeling my cock slide against her naked leg and ass and 
stomach as I struggled to free myself. When at last I 
was naked, I pushed Dawn back down to the ground and, 
pausing frantically to put on a condom, I plunged my 
raging manhood into her slippery, waiting cunt.

She groaned, "YES, Oh, Yes," and wrapped her legs 
around my naked ass, raking her fingernails down my 
back, pumping her hips to meet my thrusts.

I put a hand flat on the ground on either side of her 
and pushed up from her hot, wet body and, practically 
lifting her her off the ground each time with her legs 
clamped around me, I slammed my meat into her, pounding 
and thrusting with fury.

"UUUUUHH!" I cried, collapsing on her again as our 
sweaty bodies continued to slide back and forth.

The center of my pleasure shot its contained juices 
deep into her waiting cunt as she ground her groin 
against mine, seeking release. Again and again I 
thrust, spurting my seed into the condom as she labored 
her crotch against mine, our pubic hairs mashed with 
sweat and her juices. When I at last was spent, I 
continued sucking on her tits and licking the salty 
sweat off her neck. 

Pulling out of her cunt hole, I slipped the cum filled 
condom off my still rigid member and, with the 
mosquitoes biting our liquid forms, we continued to 
slither our bodies together in passion. With every lick 
I tasted her hot, salty sweat, infused with her sex 
hormones. My cock remained hard and unyielding as I 
rubbed its slick, sticky surface on her thighs and 
belly.

Then, she opened her gorgeous thighs again, drawing me 
to her, inviting me to pierce her. I found her hot wet, 
open cunt with fingers, positioned myself and drove my 
still steel hard dick, naked, once more into the 
burning, drenched inferno of her pussy.

Again she wrapped her luscious legs around my body, 
sucking me deep within her dripping well. I placed my 
hands on her ass cheeks, caressing her slick anal 
opening with my fingers as we pumped and thrust, back 
and forth, in and out. We fucked for minutes, for 
hours, for days, our bodies crushing each other, 
pounding naked flesh against naked flesh, my bare penis 
enclosed deep within the folds of her flooded vagina.

"AAHH, Ahh, Ahh, AAAHHHHH!" she cried clamping her 
pussy lips about my tool. "Yess!! Yess! YEEESSSSS!"

Her hips bucked and she clawed at my back, shuddering 
in orgasm; in a pool of liquid sweat and passion. In 
unconscious, passionate desire to penetrate her in 
every way, I slipped a finger into her ass bud as she 
came and as she slammed into me, her tits were like 
spears in my chest.

"AHHHHHHH," she screamed, her asshole convulsing on my 
finger. She panted and moaned and I felt my own orgasm 
come again, my cock swelling, chafing, cumming, 
cummmming!!!

"AHHHHHH," I cried with her, shooting my new load of 
sperm deep into her womb, my naked cock fucking her 
over and over and over again...

We continued to fuck for I don't know how long. This 
was real sex. It was everything that I had dreamed 
fucking was supposed to be like...

I got totally eaten by mosquitoes and Dawn was a little 
bit worried that I hadn't worn a condom the second and 
third time that I came, but it was so fucking good that 
neither one of us were really bothered...

This was the end of our relationship even as we just 
began. I was leaving the next week to go away to a 
survival school in California for the rest of the 
summer.

**

So, we had one more interlude the night before I went 
away.

It was 9 or 10 o'clock at night. We were at Dawn's. Her 
parents were in the open room at the top of the stairs 
in her split level house, watching TV. The short 
stairway opened up downstairs into a large family room 
which then stepped up three broad steps on either side 
of a large chimney into an open living room. We were 
sitting at the edge of these steps, saying our good 
byes. We had been talking and were now laid back on the 
floor, affectionately kissing - making out, with her 
parents about thirty feet away, their voices and the TV 
plainly audible from upstairs.

Our kisses grew more passionate and our hugging more 
intense. In the darkened room, I gently began massaging 
Dawn's breasts, drawing appreciative murmurs from her 
throat. She again offered no resistance as I lifted her 
and slipped my hands around her back, raising her shirt 
and unclasping her bra. She helped me remove it while 
keeping her shirt on, and then, raising her shirt up I 
worshiped once more at her comely breasts. I loved 
licking the tips, hearing her moan in gratitude, 
feeling the hardness of her nipples.

I wanted her again and in spite of the proximity of her 
parents, I moved my hands to her waist, unbuttoning her 
pants and slipping the tips of my fingers under the top 
of her panties and walking them down through the light 
curls of her pubis mons. She lifted her hips and I slid 
off her pants, panties and all.

God, this was really hot behavior for her.

She helped me move her pants off her legs and she let 
me ease my questing hand into the warm folds of her 
pussy. My hardness grew as I drew forth liquid 
secretions from the inner reaches of that moist hole. I 
wanted to fuck her now. My cock needed to be inside her 
cunt again. All the while playing with her naked cunt, 
I opened my pants and slid them down to my thighs and, 
with her legs open on the steps, her naked ass on the 
floor, knelt in front of her wet slit and entered with 
my hard tool.

The incredible sensation of her hot dripping cunt 
surrounding my almost virgin manhood sent me over the 
edge almost immediately. 

I groaned and pulled out slightly, so that my first 
surge deposited its sperm at the opening of her vaginal 
passage. I again pulled back and shot a load of spunk 
on her cunt lips. I fell on Dawn, sucking her titties 
and, rubbing my cock slickly over her open pussy, 
oozing with my juices and hers, I came again, my cum 
pumping onto her belly.

At some point while we were fucking, half naked, her 
parents turned off the TV and went to bed. It is 
interesting to me that they had to know that I was 
fucking their daughter... I think. But, I was to find 
out through the years that all of my girlfriend's 
parents liked me and somehow thought it was "OK" that I 
was fucking their daughters. I was just a nice guy... 
Odd, today.

That was the last I saw of Dawn for a long time.

**

I went away to survival camp. We did some intense 
backpacking in the high mountains. It was all boys, 
ranging from 16 years old to 18 years old. We camped 
two to a tent and were out for about 5 weeks - camping 
and hiking; mountain climbing and rappelling; living at 
around 10,000 feet high. My tent mate was Bill, a 
muscular 18 year old. Between my new found heterosexual 
manliness; the altitude; the constant hiking, and all 
of the things we had to learn, I stopped jerking off. I 
didn't have the fantasy energy. But, even with the cold 
nights, I still slept nude in my down sleeping bag.

About two weeks into the experience, I woke up at night 
with a piss hard on. As I contemplated whether or not I 
wanted to go outside in the cold and pee, it became 
apparent that I was not the only one awake. There was 
Bill, about two feet away from me, lying on top of his 
sleeping bag, naked, his hand wrapped around what 
looked like an absolutely enormous cock. I stared at it 
in the darkness of the tent. I remember seeing Bill 
naked before, and I knew he was hung, but his cock 
didn't look anything like it looked now. 

His thing was big, I don't know, 6, 7 maybe 8 inches 
around and about a mile high - at least 12 inches long. 
His entire body was really well muscled and he looked 
like a stud horse. I just lay there, trying to see this 
mammoth prick, his large hand sliding slowly up and 
down in the shadow, fingers barely touching. All of the 
horniness that had seemed to disappear in the high air 
of the mountains came back full-blown at this ghostly 
spectacle. I felt my chest tighten and my own hard on 
began to hurt. As I spaced out on this scene, I saw the 
whites of Bill's eyes staring directly at me staring at 
his huge pole. 

My aching cock and my full bladder were doing strange 
things to this nervous feeling in my stomach. I 
unzipped my bag and crouched upright. His hand still on 
his massive dick, Bill looked at my throbbing erection 
with interest. Feeling a little bit scared now, I 
opened the tent flap and walked outside to pee, still 
naked as usual. 

It took a few minutes to force the piss from my 
engorged cock as I pictured his huge dong. When I was 
done, my prick was still hard. Still nervous, I 
returned to the tent. When I crawled back in, Bill 
purposefully took his hand off his giant tool and put 
them both behind his head. He spread his hairy legs 
open revealing his huge dark balls, inviting a closer 
inspection.

The starlight had a dramatic effect on the illumination 
in the tent and I left the flap open. All of Bill's 
musculature was plainly visible. He looked like a 
sculpted statue in the silvery glow. His throbbing tool 
towered over his hard stomach. I was mesmerized by 
Bill's horse sized cock. I had never imagined a prick 
could be so large. He was just lying there watching me 
as my gaze was ensnared on his incredible body, 
probably knowing how magnificent he looked. Waiting to 
see what I would do...

I knelt down beside him...

My heart was pounding. My breathing was already labored 
and I hadn't done a fucking thing. It didn't matter...

I reached out with both hands and grasped his monster 
shaft.

My own cock jerked immediately and I started breathing 
in small pants. My thumb and finger did not meet around 
Bill's massive member. It moved in my hand and I moaned 
softly. God, what was I doing?

What was happening here? a teeny weeny part of my mind 
whispered...

I bent over and licked the pee slit of his huge cock 
head. Bill's massive shaft jumped again as I tasted his 
salty pre-cum.

"Mmmmmmm," he murmured, as his rock hard hips rose and 
pushed his turgid log against my lips.

My dick was twitching even while a little voice in my 
head was protesting that this was not a good idea. But, 
despite the cold air in the tent, I was on fire and 
with both hands clasped around Bill's gargantuan cock, 
I opened my mouth and let my physically tangible 
craving take over.

"OHHhhhh," breathed Bill as my lips opened and my oral 
cavity stretched to accommodate this enormous meat.

I felt his hands on my head, pushing me farther down 
onto the throbbing thickness of his massive prick. I 
paused with about a fifth of his huge organ in my 
mouth, my lips stretched to bursting around his 
incredibly thick cock shaft. I tried to relax as I shut 
my eyes and puckered my cheeks, eagerly sucking the 
blood-pounding length of Bill's cock and sliding down 
farther until I felt him at my throat. 

I was barely halfway down his pole and I could hardly 
breath. My breath was coming in gasps around his meat 
and my whole body was an erotic skin of sensation. My 
heart was pounding in my brain; pulsing my naked flesh; 
jerking my own hard dick. The high, thin mountain air; 
the heat of our bodies in the darkness of the tent; the 
forbidden and unplanned nature of what was happening 
all served to stimulate so that my whole body was a 
gigantic, throbbing fuck tool. 

Bill let my head slide back up his huge member, back to 
his engorged glans and I started working in a frenzy of 
passion, no longer caring about anything but his 
monster meat. I shoved the tip of my tongue into his 
pee hole and wildly licked his cock head. One hand went 
to my own stiff dick and squeezed, even as I lapped the 
sides and the head of Bill's veined penis.

"Ooohhhhh, wow," groaned Bill, his own hot breath 
coming in gasps as I worked on his dick.

His hands again guided my face onto his meat and he 
started pumping my stretched mouth in earnest.

I had to hold onto his thick steel shaft as he fucked 
my mouth, his hips pushing up and his hands pushing my 
head down. Up and down I slid, his cock now slamming 
into the back of my throat, gagging me, then releasing. 
Up and down he pushed my head, now a fuck tool for his 
impassioned lust. I caressed and squeezed his large 
balls as his continued his assault. Again I grabbed my 
own meat as Bill thrust his tool hard into me, blocking 
my throat, choking me in erotic insanity.

He grabbed the base of his huge meat and started 
jerking himself, his whole hand easily fitting under my 
lips, masturbating his own meat, even though he was 
slamming his cock head into my throat. We continued 
this scenario, my own hand beating on my aching tool; 
Bill's hand pumping up and down on his steel hard rod; 
his other hand on my head as he fucked my face again 
and again and again. 

My stifled moans were continuous around his incredible 
cock as my whole body shook and trembled. He was 
straining and groaning, his hand smacking into my lips 
until his hips rose and he stiffened, and then moaned, 
"MMmm! Mmm! MMM!,, UHHhhmmMmmm," as he bucked his hips 
and I felt his hot cum boil into my throat. 

There was a palpable pressure as if he were pissing in 
my mouth instead of cumming as his spunk sprayed into 
me and I swallowed as fast as I could. His relentless 
prick kept on shooting his hot, wet sperm directly into 
my gullet and I couldn't breath. As he blasted another 
burst of spunk into me, I felt my own release. 

"UNNghhhhh," I shouted into his ejaculating monster as 
I pumped my own dick into mind blowing orgasm.

He relaxed his hold on my head and I started 
discharging my load as I came up for air. I had to 
swallow his cum to breathe, but even as I removed my 
mouth from his shuddering shaft, his head spewed forth 
another bolt of cum, hitting my open lips.

"Uhhh uuhh uuhh," he panted, his hand still moving up 
and down his massive member, his muscular body writhing 
on the sleeping bag.

Again I swallowed, feeling his sperm still in my mouth. 
Again I gasped, my body shaking uncontrollably. Again I 
convulsed, my cock spraying its hot semen. Again Bill's 
fiery sperm flew. Again, my hungry, open mouth engulfed 
his cock head, eagerly sucking out his spunk. Again and 
again I shot my wad and again and again I tried to 
catch Bill's hot liquid with my tongue. His naked hips 
lunged and jerked in overspent passion.

Our collective orgasms went on and on and on, until I 
blanked out from our insane cumming and our young 
juices were finally spent.

I moaned, Bill's cock still in my cum filled mouth, 
twitching and totally sated, I continued licking the 
cum from his slowly softening dick.

At last, when Bill's prick was lying on his trembling 
stomach, he gently pushed my head away. I shook my head 
in the dark at my excesses as I grabbed some tissues to 
mop up my own mess.

Without a further word, we both got into our bags and 
passed out. The next morning neither one of us verbally 
acknowledged that anything had happened, but our smiles 
at each other conceded that whatever had happened, it 
was enjoyable.

We never mentioned it the rest of the time we were 
together. Again, there was just too much else happening 
that was equally new and challenging. I didn't worry 
about it. I didn't think he was gay. I think we just 
had a hell of a good time.

When we all got back to Sacramento, most of the kids 
had accommodations overnight at a cheap hotel arranged 
for this purpose. I roomed with Bill again, but there 
were kids there from other groups and even girls from 
the female equivalent of our survival camp. Bill knew 
one of the girls, Cathy, and he, I, her, her roommate, 
Celeste and two other guys, George and Ricardo, all got 
together in the girl's room. 

We mostly talked about the incredible time we had had. 
At some point Celeste broke out a joint and it was 
passed around. Again, I don't remember feeling "high" 
at all, but it was obvious that the others were 
beginning to enjoy themselves. At some point George and 
Celeste paired off, as did Bill and Cathy. They all 
started making out while Ricardo and I continued to 
exchange stories. When we started hearing moans and 
George started giving us a look and head shake that 
clearly meant "get out of here," Ricardo and I got up. 

It was clear that Bill had already gotten Cathy out of 
her bra (if she had even been wearing one) and had 
gained possession of her tits underneath her shirt. 
They both seemed totally uninhibited as compared to 
George. I wish I could see face when he took out his 
giant pole, but, I didn't want to be rude, so slightly 
aroused and envious we split.

Ricardo and I both went back to our respective rooms 
and I got undressed and went to bed. Even though 
visions of Bill impaling Cathy on his cock danced in my 
head, I was still on my "mountain high," and I didn't 
masturbate to my covetous fantasy.

I woke up to sounds of passion; and Cathy impaling 
herself on Bill's huge tool.

"Oh, no, oh, oh, wait, Uhhhhh," I heard her moaning 
loudly.

I opened my eyes and turned my head. They were too busy 
to notice me. They were both totally naked. Bill was 
lying on his back and Cathy was squatting on his giant 
member. He had his large hands under her armpits and 
was pulling down on her, forcing more of his formidable 
cock up her stuffed cunt. She was wiggling a little, 
her very full, very nice, fully aroused teenage tits 
bouncing up and down.

"I, I, can't, God..." she moaned again, panting, 
struggling with what was obviously a unique sensation 
for her. Bill's thick cock shaft was clearly difficult 
for her to absorb, and she clearly wanted to. And Bill 
obviously wanted her to fuck him faster than she did, 
as he impelled her to cram her wet pussy farther down 
his mammoth rod.

"YUhhhhhhh," she inhaled and rose up his gargantuan 
shaft.

"Ohhhhh, yeah," Bill groaned as he pushed her back 
down.

She started sliding more vigorously, taking more of him 
in. "Huh, Huh, huh, huh," she panted, moving up and 
down in short jerky movements.

"Oh, man," moaned Bill, thrusting his hips upwards and 
pulling her down at the same time, burying his 
tremendous organ in her fuck hole.

"AAAHHHHHH" she cried, her head whipping back, her long 
dark hair flying, her tits springing up.

She was oblivious to the noise they were making in her 
concentration on being skewered by this huge cock. She 
thrashed for a moment, impaled on his rod as he jerked 
underneath her. Then she raised herself up and began 
bouncing up and down on Bill's giant cock meat.

"Uh, huh, uh huh, uh huh," Bill panted lifting his hips 
and fucking her, slamming his stupendous prick up into 
her slippery cunt with every downward lunge of Cathy's 
hips. 

"God, it's so big!" Cathy sobbed, clearly overwhelmed 
with sexual overload.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she bounced up and down his full length, 
grunting with lust as she forced his entire length to 
fill her.

"Fuck!" she cried, clearly totally turned on by having 
his immense cock inside her.

"Me!" her hips were rocking in rapid motion, her whole 
body shaking as, her breasts heaving, her head 
vibrating.

Bill's hips were hammering upwards. His hands slid down 
and were clutching the sides of Cathy's ass, fingers 
digging into her thighs as he moved her up and down his 
pole.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, Fuck, oh fuck, baby," Bill gasped 
as his colossal man meat speared deep into Cathy's hot 
sex.

"OH, G, g, Ohh," Cathy choked out, riding him up and 
down

"Yeahh, yeah, oh, fuck," Bill drove his mighty cock 
into her.

Up and down, faster and more frantic they moved in 
painful splendor. Every part of Cathy's flesh moving 
with desire. I fisted my own cock under my sheets as I 
watched the perfect pornographic picture. 

"Oh, oh, OH, OH, OH, YESSS! OhGod Yess... AHh, ah,, 
Fuck, ah! Fuck, fuck, fuck, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohhhh," 
Cathy's whole body convulsed and quivered as she bucked 
in orgasm. 

"Ohh, ohh, no, oh, no, oh no," she continued.

Her hands flew to her breasts and she squeezed her own 
nipples as carnal explosions continued to sweep thru 
her genitals and Bill continued battering his giant 
erection into her.

"Ohh, ohh, God, pleasee, no, oh, oh," she kept moaning 
as Bill's relentless assault continued. 

"UHHOhhhhhhh," her hips spasmed and her head snapped 
back and forth as Bill arched his hips high and slammed 
her down on his fuck pole.

"YAHHHHHH, Aahh, Yeah," Bill cried as he froze in 
orgiastic joy.

He kept his hands tight on her and his leviathan cock 
buried to the hilt as shuddered and came. He bucked and 
she moaned. He pumped and she cried out, her senses 
overloaded. As he shuddered with each new shot, he 
lifted her up and down, his cum coating his dick, 
oozing out of her cunt. She collapsed on his chest, 
whimpering in sexual delirium, still impaled on his 
massive member.

I shot my load into my bed sheets, overwhelmed with 
excitement.

They were still naked, still in bed, when I got up the 
next morning. Neither seemed embarrassed at their own 
nudity, so I got out of bed naked; exposing myself, as 
it were. I felt like I had a tiny dick compared to 
Bill's massive shlong. But some perverse impulse made 
me walk across the room to their bed and take a better 
look at Bill's now soft member. I stretched out my hand 
across Cathy's nude form, saying, "Bill, it's been 
great. No, better. It's been really interesting."

He reached out his hand to me and smiled his enigmatic 
smile at me and said, "You're right." 

I left them both still in bed. I would have loved to 
have joined them and, looking back, I think they 
expected me to. 

Considering all that we had gone through, I know Bill 
would not have minded at all. But, this was not the 
high mountains, and I was afraid of being rude and/or 
being rejected. I was such an inhibited, polite boy for 
being such an uninhibited closet pervert... 

Ah, for the wisdom of missed opportunities.

Continued in part 9...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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