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Sleeping Bag Surprise
by Realoldbill (address withheld)

***

An innocent young man finds himself in a very arousing 
situation. (mf-teens, youths, 1st)

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I had never even touched a girl much less kissed one 
and here was the pretty little kid, naked as far as I 
could tell although I was trying not to touch her, 
here she was in my sleeping bag, kissing my belly and 
chest and then my neck and my mouth. And sticking her 
tongue in me. She pulled it out, leaned back, smiled 
in the moonlight and said, "Hi, Billy, aren't you glad 
to see me? Your cock sure is." And she stroked it with 
her fingernails. I just about died and made a weird 
noise, a whimper I suppose.

But she was right. My cock was erect and it had been 
for I guess an hour or so while I played with it. 
Sometimes I could think it up with my fantasies and 
keep it hard and jumping until I got tired of playing 
and went to sleep. I didn't even have to ejaculate, 
just let it sink and relax. My balls were used to it.

"Your sister told me how big it was. I thought she was 
lying. Oh, it feels so nice." She squeezed it and then 
stroked it up and down and tried to unscrew the head. 
"I want it in me, Billy, all the way in me."

And she rolled around so her back was to me and pushed 
her round little butt into my stomach.

"Stick it in. I'm ready," she hissed, turning her face 
toward me in the dark.

"You're crazy," I said as she brought my hands to her 
breasts and made me grasp them. "Ginger, please 
don't."

She giggled. "I can feel your big, hard thing poking 
me. Keep doing that and it will find the place; here 
I'll help it."
I felt her thumb and fingers on my cock. She rubbed it 
up and down her slit and she put right in her hot, wet 
hole, grabbed my ass and said, "Push, you silly boy." 
Her nipples were getting hard.

I was fifteen and a geek and she was thirteen and the 
prettiest little girl in the world. At least I thought 
she was.
I pushed and my heart stopped. Her body swallowed me, 
swallowed me and pulled me deeper, swallowed me and 
quivered and rippled as I tried to pull it out. She 
was tight and wonderful, one hundred percent pleasure.

"Stop that," she hissed. "Go deeper."

I pushed again, eyes closed, teeth clenched, and she 
sighed, "Nice, nice. It's so big." Her vagina massaged 
my length, my whole length.

I started to back out, reflex I suppose, and she 
smacked my thigh and hissed, "Deeper, you dolt, all 
the way in."

I nodded and shoved. She was very tight and I guess 
the word is sinuous, quivering and pulsing all around 
my big ram. It really was big; I knew that and I was 
proud of that. I was only a soph, but there were maybe 
only one or two guys at school that had a better piece 
of meat. Sometimes we compared in the showers, but I 
stayed out of the jerk-off contests.

'Ah, Billy, you're doing fine. Dig in your toes. I 
want to feel your ball sack rubbing me." She smacked 
me again and wiggled wonderfully. "Ram me hard!" she 
gasped. "Do it, do it! Hurt me."

Ginger was a miniature goddess, a perfect sex symbol 
and it was hard to look at her or watch her walk by 
without feeling your cock tremble. Long-legged for her 
five-two, she had decent hips and a great rack; the 
pair of round beauties the size of softballs that now 
filled my hands. I squeezed. She purred and gasped, 
"Deeper damn it. Fill me up." She was young but 
maturing very rapidly.

I rolled over so I was atop her, got up on my toes as 
my sleeping bag slid down my back and left me naked in 
the chilly night, bent my knees and gave it to her, 
hot and hard, gasping with every thrust.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped so I eased back down, and 
she pulled free, pushed me back and rolled over so she 
lay on me with my bent horn buried in her. I pulled 
the sleeping bag up over us and asked, 'Satisfied?"

"It's good, really good," and she shook her head, 
sniffed and sat up. I had to let go of her tits as she 
wiggled on my belly and then began bouncing, exhaling 
loudly with every single thrust of my rigid ram up 
into her seething slit.

She shivered, squeezed hard on my manhood and 
climaxed, oozing liquids down over my balls and then 
flopped back on me and rolled off. My cock sprang out 
of her and stood there, unsatisfied.

I climbed atop her, pulled up the sleeping bag and 
smiled down at her satisfied face as I eased my spear 
back into her slippery vagina. Her eyes got real big 
and she gasped, "I thought..." and then she sucked in 
air as I rose high on her lush body and crushed her 
erect clit into my belly hair. 
 
"Ah," she sighed. "Don't hurt me."

I licked my lips and bent to kiss her open mouthed, 
starting with deep gentle thrusts, six inches at 
least, and holding each one until it jumped and she 
sobbed. I worked it up to I guess one a second, felt 
my semen flowing and my balls throbbing and asked her, 
"You protected?"

She shook her head and I quickly yanked it out, 
grasped it and ejaculated off into the dark while she 
squeezed my scrotum and we gasped for breath, like an 
exhausted runners.

When I was spent, after five strong blasts and a 
couple of weak one, I lay beside her with my long cock 
on my hard belly.

She turned toward me and petted it, whispering, "That 
was awful good, Billy."

"You quitting?" I asked as my penis jumped. My 
recovery time at fifteen was very short and I could 
often come three times in thirty minutes before I had 
to rest for five or ten minutes in order to get it 
back up.

She tried to grasp it and found her fingers weren't 
long enough as I rose, wiggled down a bit and then 
pulled her to me so my blood-hot horn was between her 
lovely breasts. We lay on our sides, and I enjoyed a 
tit fuck to end all tit fucks, playing with her 
nipples as well as plowing her deep cleavage. 

It ended with her on top, pressing her lovely jugs 
together while I enjoyed ejaculating into her mouth 
and all over her heaving chest. She sobbed and fell 
back, and I lifted her up with my hands under her arms 
and impaled her, gave her the whole thing in one fast 
thrust. She whimpered and then sobbed. I really rutted 
her; full bore, with every ounce behind every thrust, 
trying to tear her open.

"Ahyee!" she squealed and I put my hand over her mouth 
and then gave her a corner of the sleeping bag to 
bite, and I fucked her mercilessly, giving it to her 
hard and deep, the way most of the women I'd seen on 
the Internet liked it.

I rocked her lithe body from side to side and tore 
into her as tears ran down her cheeks. Having 
ejaculated twice, I was in no hurry to stop but 
finally realized she was sobbing and begging so I 
slowed and rolled over so she was on top again, but 
this time facing me. She shuddered and pushed back her 
hair.

"Too much," she sighed. "Too much. I'm sorry."

I hugged her and kissed her, still holding my whole 
long, thick shaft deep within her, hoping for more.

We lay like that for a while, listening to the 
insects, enjoying what our bodies did as we pulsed 
together, absorbing each other. She rested her head on 
my chest and I held her butt in both hands and my 
prong leapt and flexed in her all on its own.

"I have to get back. My sister knows but she probably 
fell asleep. She thinks I'm just, you know. You're 
wonderful." 
 
She wriggled and I rammed bringing gasp from her 
mouth. 
"No more, please, please. I'll be sore for a week."

I nodded and pulled my ram back until it was just 
barely in her. "But next week, can I come to your 
house? Can we do it in your bed?"

"Oh yes, yes," she sobbed as I made tiny rams that 
excited her, just an inch long but dozens of them. 
"Please stop. I'm going to come again. Ah." And she 
did. Her whole luscious body spasming and then going 
limp.

After a bit, she crawled away.

I lay back, wondering if it were a dream. I stroked my 
cock and licked my fingers and tasted her.

Next week, next week in her bed.

I rolled over, contented and then felt a hand on my 
shoulder.
"What did you do to her?" asked a soft voice.

I rolled over and there was her college girl sister 
whose name I couldn't think of. She was wearing a 
football jersey and she didn't look happy. 

"She told me you hurt her. Did you?"

"I'll show you," I said, holding open my sleeping bag. 
She made a face and then rolled in. I pulled her to me 
and kissed her with my blood-hot member crushed 
between us, moving up and down all on its own.

"She wanted it," I whispered as her tongue wiped my 
lips.

"Oh damn," she said, reaching down to stroke it. 'Oh 
damn." She rolled to her back, smiled and lifted her 
knees. I rose and mounted, slowly sinking my thick rod 
into her eager passage, all the way in, right to the 
balls.

"Gah," she sobbed, "the poor girl's only thirteen. 
It's a wonder you didn't kill her."

I didn't say anything, couldn't think of anything to 
say. I just got back in motion, giving her the in an 
out and accelerating until she was gasping, and we 
were both grunting and heaving, smacking our bodies 
together.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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