This is in continuation of my series’Happy b’day Rachael’.Its not necessary to read the earlier parts in order to understand this one but it would be better if you read those too.Thank you for all the comments and constructive criticism is always welcomed.
My girl friend and I had previously had a fairly low key threesome with another guy but this time around was a whole new high.
I didn’t know that I was to end up being my husband’s birthday gift to his friends. If you want to check me out, go to XNXX Adult Forum and search for ‘maria1’ under Pic & Movie Posts.
Ashley and I regularly visited the nude beaches along Central Florida’s coastline. We often spent Saturday there, left for dinner and our swing club Saturday evening, played around all night till dawn and then left early enough to get in line for the limited parking spots at the National Park when it opened. Those Sunday’s, sleeping it all off on the beach after having sex all night, were some of the best times of our lives. This is how it all started.
This story is about two overtly-heterosexual young men who choose to secretly share their sexuality with one another, in an effort to better-satisfy their pent-up sexual urges.
Please read Parts 1, 2, 3, 4 & 5 for a better understanding of this chapter.
Now that I’m the only one still alive that would be affected by this story, I will share it with my readers. Basically, this story may be a little different than most, that’s because it is about ninety percent (or more) true. Very little is embellished, but the names and places (although similar to the actual ones) have been changed. In those days, I could pop a nut just about anytime. My personal best was seven times in ten hours…
Wow, I am blown away by the positive comments and ratings. All I can say is Thank you!
There adventure went on for several years
Real story from a woman’s life, transcribed with some of my writing style…
Melissa shared another fantasy with me and we made it cum true!
Note: This is the end of the Belize trip and a continuation of Water Park Love.
The music pounded and I didn’t know what was happening. I remembered “Stereo Love” pounding in my ears and then a warm breeze hit my face. I was outside. Stumbling and stuttering. The moon bounced off of the ocean and into my eyes, illuminating the various streets and closed shops. I stumbled and tripped. My eyes were becoming heavy, heavier by the second. I couldn’t get up. I was grabbed by the arm and yanked up. Black. My eyes lifted back up to see a window overlooking the ocean. Black. My eyes opened to see the same thing, but this time I was being entered from behind with heavy grunts. Black.
Earlier that Day…
The next morning I woke up to a breeze hitting my face and the smell of the ocean filling my nose. I slowly arose, squinting out the sun as I rose. I supported myself with my elbows and looked around. I then began o think about last night. I smiled when I thought about how sexy Mark looked in his captain hat and naked body, the sunset reflecting off his washboard chest. I thought about how I was his “lost traveler” and how he fucked me on the boats large wooden steering wheel. I got a huge erection just thinking about it.
Thinking about my “captain” I looked over to see him sound asleep, his dick flopping in the breeze, his captain’s hat still on, and the slow flexing of his abs as his chest rose and fell. I slowly got up, kissed his forehead and walked down to the main deck, and went down into the cabin. I found my Speedo that I had lost in the frenzy last night, and put it on. I then went back up top and jumped off the side of the boat and into the water.
Now for those who haven’t read my earlier stories, I swam in my earlier high school years, and I haven’t said, that I gave it up for senior year (which I’m in right now, all the stories about us to date have been about the summer between junior and senior year). Anyways, back to the story. I’m a pretty good swimmer; I swam in laps, making distances from points in the water, and did a lot of laps.
During my swim, I thought that I hadn’t told my man that id be leaving, and thought about him freaking out, so I swam back to the boat and climbed aboard. I grabbed a towel and began to dry off. I had the towel over my head and heard “damn, that body never gets old”. I jumped and flung the towel off to see Mark leaning against a wall of the boat, still completely naked. “Same with yours” I said with a wink. His dick grew to full attention. He looked at his cock, up to me, and then said “Ya know traveler, you can’t just ride on my boat for free, and you gotta earn your keep. Come over here and help the captain” he said with a wink.
I came over and he grabbed my back, and my legs, and swept me up into his arms. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. We began to feverishly make out. He reached into my legs and yanked off my Speedo, throwing it to the ground. He then cautiously carried me down the stairs, and into the shower. He turned the water on and set me down. Now, the shower is not very big, especially because it is in a boat. The water fell on me, and his body was pressed to mine, because there was really nowhere else to go. Our cocks were pressed in between our bodies, and he shoved his mouth, tongue and all, into my mouth. We made out passionately for a while, I didn’t know how we would have sex, because there was no where to move. He noticed this to. He began to furiously grind his hips into mine, our cocks rubbing together. He would grind his pelvis in circles and sometimes move then straight up and down. The friction and everything about it was amazing. I looked down and watched as his abs flexed when he ground into me. He moved his mouth down and began to kiss my neck.
This grinding went on for about a half an hour, all the while his grunts and breaths getting heavy, and my climax gradually rising. I couldn’t take it any more, with a few more grinds I began to come, my cum shot up and hit us both. It kept spurting, and before I knew it, his was shooting out too. Our stomachs were a creamy mess, and he was smiling the whole time. He came back on me and began to kiss my face and neck.
After we were done kissing, we cleaned off and got out and dried off. We got clothed and I followed him all the way to the top and he turned on the boat and we were off to our hotel. The whole boat ride I could just not stop smiling. I was so happy to be with Mark in Belize and to see him so happy.
We got off the boat and back to the hotel. We got to the hotel at around twelve in the afternoon, so the day, at least to me, was young. We spent the day playing on the beach, relaxing at the suite, and cuddling. At around 8 Pm I surprised Mark. “Get dressed to go out” I told him. He didn’t ask any questions, he just did it. When he came out, he looked stunning. He was wearing a very tight white tee and jeans. I was wearing jeans with a white button down. I told him he looked hot, he said the same, and we left. “Where we going?” he asked. “You’ll see” I slyly replied.
We walked down some streets, and about ten minutes later, we came to this narrow street and I grabbed his hand and we walked down. We came to a door and I knocked on it, we were let in and led down a hallway. We entered a door and were greeted to loud music and tons of people. I brought him to a premier gay bar in Belize. Now for those of you who don’t know, male homosexuality is illegal in Belize. Women homosexuality is just frowned upon. So the only gay clubs are “underground” so to speak.
“Have a blast” I told him. We went into the dance floor and we began to dance, he ground his hips into my ass, and I ground back. We danced for hours, and drank continuously. We were having so much fun. While we were dancing I looked up to see a man at my level, grinding into someone else. I looked into his eyes and realized who it was. It was the guy who was in my hotel room. He was shirtless and still had the same amazing body and tan. He smiled at me, and I felt a chill run down my back. I stood straight and made mark and I move.
Mark and I danced somewhere else, and I took a break to go to the bar. I asked for a beer and the bartender put down my drink. I looked to my left and saw a very large(fat) man sitting there. He was smiling at me and eyeing me up and down. I then looked to my left and saw the same guy from my hotel room. I was really creeped out and thought I heard Mark say my name. I turned around to see who said it, and Mark was gone. I turned back around, chugged my bear, and went back to the dance floor. I found Mark and we began to dance. “Stereo Love” began to play, and I danced more, I love the song. I began to feel woozy. “I’m gunna go back to the hotel, I don’t feel well. Please stay here babe, have fun. Come back in an hour?” I told him. He tried to protest, but I told him no. We kissed, and I stumbled out of the room, down the long hallway, and out onto the street.
The music pounded and I didn’t know what was happening. I remembered “Stereo Love” pounding in my ears and then a warm breeze hit my face. I was outside. Stumbling and stuttering. The moon bounced off of the ocean and into my eyes, illuminating the various streets and closed shops. I stumbled and tripped. My eyes were becoming heavy, heavier by the second. I couldn’t get up. I was grabbed by the arm and yanked up. Black.
I went in and out of sleep, and was being carried; I was going in the opposite direction of the hotel. I then heard someone running from behind whoever was carrying me. I was then swung around, guessing because whoever was carrying me was surprised. I was then dropped onto the ground. It didn’t hurt, mostly because I was so groggy. My eyes were half open and I saw two people fighting and I heard grunting and then one of the people swung, and the other fell to the ground.
I then saw the person come towards me. I tried to get up and go, but my body refused to move. I was then scooped up and was now going in the direction of the hotel. I heard someone cooing me and telling me I would be okay. Black.
My eyes lifted back up to see a window overlooking the ocean. I knew from the location and view, even though at night, that I was in the Jacuzzi room of our hotel. I heard two people talking, I knew one was Mark; he was quietly talking to someone, someone who had a Spanish accent. “That is the one thing you want, do it. He IS my boyfriend, but you earned it. Please. I insist you, he wont mind.” I heard Mark say. “Ok” I heard a Spanish voice say. Black.
My eyes opened to see the same thing, but this time I was being entered from behind with heavy grunts. This time, I was in more control of my body. I realized my hands were ties to the chair and that someone was thrusting into me. I lifted my head to see the Spanish guy that lost his Frisbee in my room, was fucking me hungrily in my hotel. I kind of freaked out and looked around wildly. I looked left to see Mark, standing there, watching. He was stroking his cock.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” I said. He brought his finger to his mouth, motioning me to be quiet. I looked at the wall to see that it was two in the morning. I was confused, but I trusted Mark, as weird as that sounds in this situation.
I focused back to the man fucking me. I lifted my head and studied him. His abs flexed continuously, I couldn’t help admire his body and tan, he couldn’t compare to Mark, but still, damn. His grunts had a Spanish tone to them, and it made me so hard.
I then focused on his dick. I felt it in my ass, it was huge. It pressed into my ass and hit all the pleasure points back there. He was fucking me like a wild animal, doing different things to make it even that more amazing. He then picked up my legs, and draped them around his shoulders. He came out of my ass all the way, and then rammed back in. He did this a few more times, and I couldn’t stand how I wasn’t being touched. I began to whimper.
Mark came over and grabbed my dick and began to jack me off. The way I was laying down, and where Mark was, he jacked me off, and still managed to put his dick in the mouth of the guy fucking me. I was so turned on. The man continued to fuck me raw. Mark shoved his dick in his mouth, and furiously jacked me off. We continued like this for awhile.
I kept looking up to see this pictures, and took a million mental photographs that would stay with me forever.
I felt the familiar tingly sensation begin to start in my balls. Before I knew it, my ass was beginning to clench as a had my orgasm. This sent the guy fucking me over the edge, he pulled out of me and ripped off his condom, he then began pumping his hand furiously. Mark then pulled out of his mouth, and stood over me, pumping his cock.
They then began to cum, and all over me too. Shot after shot of cum came out, I was amazed. Before I knew it, I had a huge pool of cum over me. Mark left the room, and the Spanish guy came over to me and put his dick in my mouth. It was a good 11 inches. Mark came back in the room and began to take pictures with my new camera. He got some of the guy fucking my mouth, and some with his dick resting on the pool of cum on my chest.
He then untied me and I got up. Mark sat down in front of me, as well as the Spanish guy, whose name turned out to be Guillermo. They explained to me how, when I was at the bar, Guillermo saw the creepy fat guy next to me slip something into my beer while I was turned around. When I got up to see Mark and then leave, the guy followed me out, and when I fell, picked me up to take me home with him. Guillermo followed him, fought him, and then brought me back to our hotel. There Mark told him that he couldn’t thank him enough and asked if he wanted anything. After some conversation, it came out the Guillermo really liked me. So Mark told him he could fuck me because he saved my life.
The reason I was tied up was because Mark knew I would freak out if I woke up.
After this whole story, I couldn’t help buy smile and think of what happened. I got up and went into the Jacuzzi to clean off. They followed, and before I knew it, we were and making out and playing with each others dicks.
After a little while, Guillermo left, and he left us his contacts so we could reach him in the future. Mark and I went to the bedroom where he fucked me to make up for the other guy, and then we fell asleep together.
Later that morning we got up, packed, cleaned, and went to the airport. I put his captain’s hat into a special compartment in my suitcase to have the memory forever. We boarded the plane, first class again. This time I slept the whole way because the drug hadn’t worn off. The last thing I remember form Belize was taking off, cuddled into Marks arms, and him saying “Spain here we come, love you babe” and him kissing me on the head.
This was going to be one good trip 🙂
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Husband plans to introduce wife to nudism using his bosses help
Intro: This is a true story—the sometimes comedic, sometimes pathetic, almost always inept story of my entry into the wonderful world of sex. You’ll notice, I’m sure, that there’s no anal. In the early 60’s asses were for shitting, not for fucking. It wasn’t until the late 60’s—the onset of the sexual revolution—that we learned about things like the female orgasm, and the ass’s multi-functionality.
It’s just past 10 a.m. Saturday morning, Memorial Day weekend, 1962. It’s a beautiful spring day, the kind I find most often in the Northeast. Temperature in the mid-70’s, low humidity, and just a mere hint of a breeze, so I’m comfortable just wearing a college T-shirt, Bermudas (what they called shorts in ancient times like the ‘60’s) and low-cut sneakers with no socks. The sky, a deep azure shade that makes me feel I can see forever, is punctuated only occasionally by fluffy white cumulus clouds, themselves portents for more such glorious days to come. I have my parents’ bungalow on the north shore of rural Long Island for the weekend. I told them I wanted to go fishing. The blackfish should move inshore now and I do plan to fish a lot, but right now I have other prey in mind.
I’m in my dad’s Impala wagon heading west on Route 25A, the main east-west artery serving the north shore, heading toward the neighboring town. I turn just past the local dairy (yes, real cows!) and approach her house. Making the turn, I think back to how we met last summer. It was a party for her mom’s fortieth. My best buddy Ray works at the local supermarket weekends and summers where Mom is a full-timer. After intro’s to her mom and dad and birthday wishes we headed for the real reason we came—free beer. They had a kiddy pool just stuffed with ice and Pabst Blue Ribbon. Beers in hand we walked over to a small circle of kids sitting on the lawn nearby. Ray sat on one side and I found myself facing him next to a skinny dishwater blonde who I soon learned was the daughter. We all chatted and joked for the duration of the party, becoming more chummy as the beer kept flowing. Eventually, I asked her out and she said ok. We set a date for the following evening.
I picked her up and we headed for the local drive-in. If you’re under 30 it’ll be hard to understand why anyone would go to a movie to sit in your car, listen to bad audio loaded with static, and occasionally try to watch through a teeming rain. But, at the time, it was a lot of fun and it was a great place to make out and more. I picked a slot about two-thirds toward the rear and close to the center. I rolled the window about halfway up and put the speaker on it. Then I surprised her by getting out and walking around to the passenger side, where I got back in and sat next to her again saying, “There’s a lot more room over here and the steering wheel won’t get in our way.”
I put my arm around her and we snuggled close waiting for darkness to fall. Shortly, the cartoon started. That’s another thing—every movie show always started one or more cartoons. I forget what it was—I never saw it. I leaned into her and we started to kiss as it began. She was a pretty good kisser with relaxed lips, sliding her tongue into my mouth as I eased mine into hers. Pretty soon we were in full make-out mode and we were climbing all over each other, grinding our crotches into any body part available. After a few minutes I told her, “I want you to touch me,” and moved her hand to my shorts, just over my now rock-hard cock. She was tentative at first, but didn’t seem to mind rubbing me so I unzipped and took it out. I was already very stimulated so, of course, I was very erect. Again, she was eager to touch and stroke it. By the time the feature started my cock was in her hand and she was caressing it with zeal. Once she showed willingness to fondle me I figured the time was right to try to touch her. I placed my hand on her right thigh and slowly moved it up and down . I slid my hand into those tight shorts and was rewarded with a warm moist sensation. She moaned softly into my mouth as I rubbed her pussy lips. It was only a moment before my fingers began exploring deep into her cunt. It was the first time I had ever touched a pussy. I was surprised at how hot and wet it was, and it smelled just great. Her moans became audible through our ongoing kisses. When I finger fucked her fast and hard she started to buck like a wild bronco.
We dated about forty times that summer but that was as far as we went. Why? Today we would have fucked at least forty times, but this was the 60’s and there were statutory rape laws in force. She was too young and I didn’t include five years as a guest of the state’s penal system among my long-term plans. Now, however, she was a year older and 100% legal.
I walked through the gate and knocked on the breezeway door. She came out wearing the tiniest pair of pink short shorts I had ever seen. They were like a second skin. I could see the top of her pussy, what’s now called a camel toe. Her sleeveless T-shirt was just as tight and it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her A-cup titties stretched the taut fabric and I could see her nipples clearly outlined. She never wore such sexy clothes last year. I guess she had grown up a lot over the winter.
“Hi, I wasn’t expecting you. What a nice surprise,” she said.
“I just got home from college last week and this was the first chance I had to come out here. My dad had me working ever since I got home, but I told them I wanted to go fishing, so here I am. Your mom and dad around?”
“No, Mom’s at work and Dad had to go to the store, but he should be home soon.”
“Listen, I have my parents’ place all to myself, why don’t we go over there where we can have some privacy?”
She wrote a note explaining where she would be and a minute later we were headed back to my place. I pulled the wagon up the lawn all the way to the back door. As we walked into the kitchen I spun her around for a long passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around me and I put my hands on her firm ass pulling her vulva into contact with my thigh. We rubbed each other nonstop until I broke the kiss and pointed her toward the living room.
“Let’s go in here,” I said, pointing to my parents’ bedroom. I started to take my shoes off and she followed suit. I removed my shirt and shorts saying, “I think this will make things a lot easier.” She said nothing but stripped down along with me. I took her hand and led her to our destiny. We lay on the bed and soon we had picked up exactly where we left off last summer. My penis was hard when we walked into the room and she started jerking me immediately—slow steady strokes with just a little pressure from her hand. She wasn’t going to jerk me off this way but the feeling was still exquisite. Our kisses were long and deep; she shuddered when I put my finger into her and worked it around, abusing her pussy. It wasn’t long before we were totally absorbed in each other. I pulled back from the kiss, looked into her eyes and said, “You know, we dated a lot last summer. I think we’re ready. I want to go all the way with you.”
“NO!”
“Oh, c’mon, we’re as ready as any couple will ever be. I really want you. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for months”
“No.”
Well, shit damn fuck! I thought. I never expected this. She was always so compliant in the past. I pulled away from her and lay across the bottom of the bed, leaning my head on my right hand. What the hell was I going to do now? If we didn’t fuck it was going to be a long, long weekend. I hadn’t planned on spending ALL my time fishing. Now, I’m usually pretty observant and that’s when I noticed something that seemed peculiar. At least, I thought it was peculiar. If I were refusing sex I’d be lying there with my legs together and, maybe my ankles crossed. But she had her legs apart at least 90 degrees and her knees up. I was looking right up into her wet hot pussy, still dripping from my fingering. Was this a signal that she really wanted me to go further; that she wanted me to take charge? Did “no” really mean “yes?” –only one way to find out.
I got up and cautiously moved between her legs; so far, so good. I moved forward and we embraced, holding each other tightly. We resumed our kissing. After a minute or so I raised my hips and moved them forward. With a perfection of aim I had never known before and would never know again, I eased effortlessly into her. As I did so, she pulled me to her in a powerful embrace and kissed me with a passion I had never imagined existed. Her pussy was soaking wet but she gripped me tightly. I lunged into her several times before celebrating to myself, “AT…LAST…I…AM…FUCKING!!”
Technically, I had lost my virginity about three weeks earlier when I took a known nympho to a college dance and then convinced her(it hadn’t taken much) to fuck me in her car afterwards. Unfortunately, I was too damned excited and came when I entered her. My entire fucking career had lasted maybe a half second. How embarrassing!–all my hoping and planning betrayed by an overeager cock.
Now I was humping merrily away. I didn’t care that she just lay there passively, I was still fucking and I was really enjoying the slurping sound that was coming from her cunt. Suddenly, another thought struck—if I’m not careful I could wind up married to her! Yeah, I know, why? But, that’s the way it was then. That’s how a lot of really shitty marriages began. It’s bad enough to be a kid with a kid, but imagine being a kid with TWO kids—a baby and a husband. Well, that’s another thing that wasn’t in my long range plans so I moved up onto my elbows , looked her in the eyes with what I thought appeared to be genuine sincerity and said, “I have too much respect for you to take a chance on getting you pregnant. I’m going to get some protection.” Good God, how do I come up with this crap? It was total bullshit but she bought it.
I pulled out, walked to my room, my cock dripping her secretions on the floor, and retrieved a condom from my top drawer. When I returned I made a big show of putting it on before climbing back onto the bed where I said, “Now, where were we? Oh, yeah, I remember.” And I again entered her sweet velvety pussy. It took a few minutes to get back into it again. Condoms then were really crude and extremely thick by today’s standards. Eventually, I did cum and cum good, after all it was my first real fucking cum. Did she cum? I have no idea! I didn’t even know then that girls could cum, so how would I know what to look for? So far as I know girls didn’t cum until the sexual revolution in the late 60’s. I’m sure it was a real surprise to a lot of guys—it was a hell of a revelation to me.
We lay there for a few minutes until I climbed off her. We snuggled for a while until she said, “I should probably get back. Let me up so I can clean up in the bathroom.” She grabbed her clothes and walked off. I took off the rubber and wrapped it in a paper towel before throwing it in the trash. She came out just as I was finishing dressing. She showed me her shorts; the zipper was broken.
“I’m worried my Dad will notice,” she said. “Can you fix it?”
I took the shorts which were little bigger than one of my handkerchiefs, and checked it out. The handle was broken off so there was nothing I could do.
“When you go into the house go right to the bathroom. When you come out you can tell him it just happened. Don’t worry, it’ll be fine,” I commented, adding, “Let’s go out tonight, ok?”
She told me she had a date and didn’t know how to get in touch with the guy, but she would break it when he picked her up that evening. We kissed again and I took her home.
That evening I was parked around the corner when he showed up. The asshole didn’t even go to the door. He just beeped his horn and waited. I was glad she was dumping him. No sooner had he angrily peeled out down the block than I cruised up to the door. She was waiting for me in another really tight pair of shorts and, again, no bra; we soon headed for the drive-in. Later I cursed myself for my stupidity. I could have just as easily have taken her back to my place for a good fucking instead of spending my money doing the same things we did last summer. I parked about 3 blocks from her house on the way home. I didn’t have to ask her; she shrugged out of her shorts and T and was ready to receive me. I’m tall so I had to bend my knees in order to fit into the Impala’s front bench seat (no bucket seats then). My sneakers were sticking out the window, a sure tip-off as to what we were doing, but, fortunately, nobody drove past while we fucked away. This time, and every time afterward, I slipped on a rubber. I wasn’t taking any chances. I had a harder time in the car sticking my cock into her tight hole but she was so wet that her natural lubes worked as nature intended. In an instant I was sliding in and out energetically. Again, she didn’t move, and to be honest, I didn’t know she was supposed to so I didn’t complain.
We made arrangements to go fishing the following morning. I picked her up around 10, stopping at a deli for some lunch and at the bait store for some sand worms, hooks, and sinkers on the way back. I had gone fishing yesterday with Ray and he was going to join us later on. Actually, I told him we were getting to the beach around 12 and asked if he would stay away until one. Of course, I expected him to come early so he could catch us fucking. That’s why we got to the beach by 11. To get there we had to walk down a path through the woods. These are private beaches so there’s never a crowd. On this day we were the only people visible for miles. We set up our towels near the water, and I got my rod (no, not that one—my fishing rod) ready. Once baited, I cast the sinker and hook out into an area I knew to be rocky. I set my rod into a sand spike, a long piece of tubing with a point on one end which is driven into the sand and holds the rod when you’ve something better to do. I definitely had something better to do.
“Ok,” I said, “I’m ready. Let’s do it again.”
“Here?” she replied, “What if someone sees us?”
“Like who? There’s no one here except us.”
“What about Raymond?”
“Don’t worry about him. I told him to come down around one so he’ll probably be here around 12:30, hoping to catch us, so we have an hour or more. It won’t take us that long.”
She started to remove her shirt (another T) and shorts. This was the first time I actually looked at her pussy in daylight. Yesterday I was so excited trying to fuck her I didn’t really look too closely. I could see she was a natural blond. Soon she was naked except for her sneakers. North shore beaches are loaded with billions of pebbles and walking on them can be agony until your feet toughen up. I pulled down my bathing suit and filled the rubber with my pulsating cock. I was just about to shove it in when my fishing rod bent over 90 degrees. Shit, what fucking timing—I had a bite and a good one! I jumped up tripping on the suit and grabbed the rod and reel. I was hopping all over with my suit around my ankles.
“Get up and pull my suit up, will you?” I yelled. It must have been quite a sight! I was playing the fish, trying to keep him out of the rocks, suit stuck on my shoes, rubbered cock sticking out at attention, moving like a hobbled horse while she was chasing me butt naked, trying to pull up that damned suit. Eventually we got it done, just in time, as I landed a five pounder. I hooked the fish up to a stringer, anchored it in the shallow water, and returned to her. This time my rod was again in the sand spike, but the hook and sinker dangled in the light breeze. I wasn’t taking any more chances.
I told her I wanted to try another position. “Huh?” she asked. “Yeah,” I replied, “why don’t I lie down and you can just sit on my cock? I hear from my friends that it can be really fun that way. And, besides, I can rub and play with your breasts. I don’t think I’ve ever really played with them. I was always occupied somewhere else.”
“Okay, I guess,” and she moved to the towels. I lay down first and she positioned herself over me. We obviously weren’t very experienced, either of us, so it took a while before we were able to connect. Finally, I fingered her to make her wet; my cock was still granite. I arched my back and pushed in about two inches. I pulled her down to meet me and eased further in. Now I started humping, slowly at first then harder and faster. I grabbed her small firm ass and pulled until I was in all the way. Once there I moved my hands to her tiny tits. They were small but her nipples and areoles seemed too big. Maybe that meant she was going to grow as she gained weight. I hoped so. I rubbed her hard nipples between my fingers, pinching and rolling them. She moaned loudly. I was really glad there was nobody around; I was sure she would be heard. Now we were bucking into each other as she rode me hard, rubbing what I later realized was her clit into the friction of my pubic hair. I could feel my cock moving in, out, and all around her hot box. Suddenly, I exploded into the condom—once, twice, three times. And then, one final spurt. I lay there exhausted from my exertions, but happy, extremely happy. I pulled her down to me and kissed her for what seemed to be an hour.
“Do you think we should get up and dress? I don’t want to be caught like this.” She made a lot of sense so she backed off me. I was pretty soft now. I took off the rubber, dug a small hole in the sand, and dumped in the condom and wrapper. We dressed quickly; we weren’t wearing all that much when we started. I washed my hands in the cold salt water and resumed fishing. Sure enough, Ray joined us about 15 minutes later—only 45 minutes early. If he was upset at missing us he did a good job of hiding it. We fished throughout the afternoon collecting a few four to six pounders. We decided to give the first fish to her Mom so I cleaned it on the beach at water’s edge. We walked up the ravine and I took her home. I’d pick her up again around seven and I had already decided I wanted more.
I try to learn from my mistakes so no drive-in tonight. We drove straight to my place. I had some beer in the fridge, but she refused. It didn’t matter, I knew she would fuck me before the night was over. We sat on the couch and watched some TV, but neither of us paid much attention. We kissed and groped each other and soon enough we were both naked. I’m not sure exactly how it happened but we were where I wanted to be. I was massaging her breasts and pinching her firm nipples.
“Let’s try something else tonight. What d’ya say?”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “What do you want to do?”
“Well, I was thinking of oral sex.”
“You mean you want me to put your penis in my mouth? I don’t know if I can do that”
“Sure you can. And don’t forget, I plan to put my mouth and tongue on yours.” I really didn’t want to say “cunt” and I wasn’t sure how she’d react to “pussy.” So I figured she would know what I was talking about. “Tell you what, I’ll go first, then you, and maybe we can do 69, too. Ok?”
She gave me a look that said she was unsure so, since she didn’t openly object, I went ahead and did it. I knelt on the floor in front of her and pulled her hips to the edge of the couch. I put each hand on a leg and pushed them up and apart, baring her pussy to my tongue. I started with a big slurp that ran the length of her slit. I didn’t know much about her anatomy so I thought that if I just licked everything in sight I’d eventually hit some of the right spots. I licked all around her and sure enough she started to heat up. Her cunt started to drip and I found I loved the flavor of her. The more she leaked pussy juice the more I licked it up. I was having a great time and it seemed to please her, too. She moaned so loudly I thought she was a mooing cow. She started panting. Between that and the moaning I knew I was doing something right so I kept doing the same things. An idea struck me—what if I stuck my tongue into her? I figured she liked my fucking her so she’d probably like that, too. I learned very quickly just how much she did like it. My first clue came when she shouted, “Ooooohhh, do that some more. Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop. Oooooohhh, ooooooohh!”
This was obviously the time for her to suck me. She was so hot I thought she would do anything. I moved back lying on the floor, pulling her with me. I moved her into the 69 position. I may have been naive, but I could figure that much out! She didn’t hesitate. She was rabid with desire. As soon as I resumed licking and sucking her she started in on my cock. First, she put her mouth against the side of my shaft like she was eating an ear of corn. “No, put your mouth on top and move it up and down.” She took one look at me, I guess for reassurance, and took me into her mouth. Fucking was great I decided, but this was something special. I could feel her tongue rubbing against my shaft every time she moved it in and out. In spite of all the fucking we had done earlier I had still come home and jerked off afterward. I used to be able to do that three or four times a day, so I was ready to cum again in no time. “I’m going to cum,” I said. She backed off; I wrapped my hand around hers and finished the job. I splurged all over her face, chest, and hand, a lot of it dripping on to my abdomen.
“That was great,” I said.
“Yeah, I liked it, too,” she replied. “It was easier to do and more fun than I thought it would be. I liked when you did it, too. Oh, it made me feel really, really good.”
“Then, I guess you wouldn’t object to doing it again sometime?”
“Yes, oh yes, as long as you’re going to do it to me. God, I’m a mess. I don’t know if I can make it to the bathroom without dripping all over.”
“Let me get up, then. Roll over and I’ll be back in a sec with some paper towels.”
We cleaned up and settled in to watch the TV. We both needed to rest before getting down to the serious business of the night – the fucking. By now it was totally dark, the only light coming from the screen. We usually leave the doors open but I got up and locked them. I didn’t want to be disturbed when the right moment arrived.
It took a while but we were young so we were able to recover after an hour or so. I knew she was ready to move forward when she sidled over really close to me on the couch. I was slouching so she put her head on my shoulder. This was the sign to start kissing her again, so I did. After all we had been through over the past two days I wanted to be really tender and sweet. My first kisses were soft and slow with just a teasing tongue, only intended to warm her up a bit. It didn’t take long; soon we were like animals in heat, clawing and grabbing at each other. It felt like the couch was bouncing all over the room. It wasn’t, of course. That was just us. I tugged at her clothes—for some idiotic reason we had dressed again. Once she was naked I literally ripped mine from my body. We came together in our lust. Thank God I had the rubber handy or I would have gone in bareback and who knows what consequences might have occurred. We rutted on the floor, first me on top plunging into her hard. When she responded I plowed her even harder. Then we switched and she rode me harder and faster than earlier on the beach. We switched back for the finish which came when I drove into her HARD. We pulled into each other as I emptied my balls into the condom. A rest, this time a very long rest, was needed before either of us could move.
Tomorrow was Monday, Memorial Day, the day I had to drive home. We decided to meet in the morning and fuck before going to the beach to fish. I took her home, returned to the bungalow and fell into a deep sleep.
Monday morning I was up early. I packed the car so I’d be ready to go when the time came. Once I had cleaned myself I threw on my bathing suit, my sneakers, and a fairly clean T-shirt, one of the few I had left. I went to pick her up. We made the now usual stops—the deli, the bait shop, and, this time, the pharmacy. I was out of rubbers. At the bungalow she raced inside almost before I had a chance to stop the car. By the time I entered she had removed her clothes. “I want to suck you again. Will you eat my pussy?” “Oh, you know it,” I replied. Soon I, too, was naked. She grabbed my erect cock and tried to pull me to the floor. “No, not the floor, I have rug burns all over my ass from last night. Let’s jump into my parents’ bed.” Instead, she led me into my room and the small twin bed I had occupied only two hours ago.
“I want to use the smaller bed. We’ll be closer together.”
“I don’t know how we could be any closer than we’ve been all weekend. You’ve practically been inside my skin.”
“Maybe, but you have definitely been inside me,” she said as a final statement before kissing me hard and hot and pulling me onto the bed. We writhed sinuously on top of the covers as our heat built steadily. She pulled back from our kiss, lowered her head and took me into her mouth. “I never thought I would like this, but, you know what, I love it. It gives me such a feeling of power over you.”
“All I can tell you is that when you do that to me I can’t resist you. Swing that pussy up here and let me lick it for you.”
She must have used some perfume down there because she smelled of lilac– on the outside, anyway. Once I had pried her pussy lips open she tasted as sweet as yesterday, but better. She must have just showered because she tasted so fresh and clean. While I sucked and kissed her hole her mouth was impaled on my cock. The sensation of her tongue squeezing my cock in her mouth and throat was addictive. I couldn’t get enough. “I want you now; I need you NOW!” I practically shouted. I was so hungry—starving for her sex. I got up, positioned her with her butt facing me and drove my cock into her hole. If she hadn’t been so wet I’m sure I would have really hurt her. Instead, her natural lube made it an easy entry. I humped her doggie fashion until she reminded me that I had forgotten the rubber. Damn, I was so caught up in the passion of the moment it hadn’t crossed my mind. I withdrew quickly, opened the box in my shorts, rolled it on my throbbing cock and put it back into her waiting heaven. It couldn’t have taken even ten seconds. I never moved so fast. Too soon I could feel my balls contracting as a thick stream of semen pulsed into and through my cock. My whole body spasmed as my orgasm passed through me. When it ended we were both drenched in sweat. I fell on top of her and we rested, eventually falling into a light sleep.
We woke and dressed only five minutes before Ray knocked at the door. We gave each other knowing looks and laughed. He probably thought we were crazy. We fished until about two in the afternoon. It was ok but not great. We each caught a couple of fish and threw all but two back. Ray kept them; I already had enough to take home. Once Ray had gone I used the outdoor shower again. I tried to get her to join me, but she wasn’t interested.
I asked her, “One more time?”
She shook her head, “No, thanks, I’m kind of sore down there. I’m not used to all this screwing. Can’t we wait until next weekend? But…I…could…give you a going away present, though.” She dropped to her knees and took my dripping cock into her mouth.
“Ok, that’ll give me something to look forward to and this will sure as hell help me remember you.”
“Me, too,” she said smiling around my dick. She licked my head then moved me deeper into her throat. She gagged a bit; she’d never taken me so deeply. She regained her breath and got into a steady rhythm, increasing the pressure on me as she went. I had cum pretty hard earlier so I was slow to repeat. However, after about twenty minutes I felt that familiar pressure build in my balls. This time I exploded into her mouth but she didn’t pull away. She drank it all and even licked my cock clean when I was finished.
I dressed, put the fish into a cooler with some ice, locked up, and took her home. Then I proceeded on my long drive hoping I’d miss the bulk of the traffic and looking forward to the rest of the summer.
I had quite a few lovers over the next few years until I married. Most of them were better at sex than she was, but I wasn’t going to complain. I knew then that we would fuck many times over the coming years. She was my first and, at that point, my one and only.
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We were in Colorado fora vacation that happened to coincide with my birthday. My wife wore a low-cut, satiny black dress with a strapless bra that really showed off her cleavage. Below, she had on a black g-string, black stockings and black spike heels.
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Chapter 4: Unexpected Twists
I had just put on my jeans when I sat back down on my bed again. I leaned my head into my hands more confused then I could ever remember. Was it possible to be in love with two women?
What had Katie wanted from me this morning? We’d had all year to talk about this stuff. Now that she’s leaving, she wanted me to admit my love? She knew I had a girlfriend. I loved Katie more then anything, but at that moment I really didn’t want to choose between them. Katie had said herself we couldn’t have a real relationship together. We would have to move far away, and lie to everyone that we weren’t siblings. I would do it for her, if that’s what would make her happiest.
However, Abby had taken our relationship to a new level today. There was an unspoken undertone that she expected me to take the same step with her. She had told me she loved me and I had narrowly avoided the problem. I felt like an ass, but I didn’t want to lie to her. I knew that the only reason she had been here this morning willing to give herself to me was out of a love she thought we shared. I didn’t want to be that guy who used that to hurt her. But I couldn’t tell her the truth. I could never tell anyone, ever.
I walked down the hall and knocked on Katie’s door.
“Go away.”
“Katie, Abby’s gone. Can I come in.”
“NO!” she shouted, “I can’t even look at you right now.” I heard the door lock click as I reached for the door knob. She had never locked me out when I wanted to talk.
“Katie please. I’m not moving until you open your door.” I stood there for 10 minutes before I finally sat down. I had meant it when I said I wasn’t moving. I thought about what I would say to her anyway. I truly didn’t know what to do. I mean I was just a confused teenage boy. Even if I told Katie how I felt and she felt the same way, she was still leaving soon. There was no way I was going to get in the way of her collage. What kind of relationship would we have when she was cross country anyway?
Abby would be here with me this year. She was already my girlfriend and she was in love with me. Did it matter I didn’t love her the way I loved Katie? At least I would be able to have a real relationship with Abby without having to move away and hide who we were. I was starting to realize that Katie had been right a year ago. We couldn’t date, even in secret.
Abby really was a great girl, no body would ever compare in my mind to Katie, but anybody would be lucky to be with Abby. No matter how I looked at it, I would some day have to settle down with some one else I didn’t love as much.
I snapped out of my thoughts only after I heard the front door open and my grandmother talking. I jumped up and ran into my room. I through on a shirt and headed to the door to greet everyone.
“Joey,” called dad, “Go out to the car and get your grandmothers bags.” I smiled at everyone and headed to the car. My grandmother wished me a happy birthday and gave me a hug. I brought the luggage in and took it down to my parents room. It had been decided days ago that she would stay in the parents room and my parents would use the hide a bed couch in the livingroom.
“Where’s your sister,” Lilly asked me when I returned to the livingroom.
“In her room. I think she’s upset about her boyfriend.” I said as a cover story. It had worked with Abby so I just went with it again, “I’ll go let her know you guys are home.”
I walked down the hall again and knocked on Katie’s door.
“I told you to leave me alone.”
“Katie, Mom and Dad are home.” I heard a shuffle and the door unlock. I slipped into the room. She was on her bed again sobbing into her pillow.
“Katie?”
“Don’t bother nothing you say will change anything,” she told me looking up at me, her face was red and puffy, “I can’t go out there. How can I explain how I look? I can’t tell them I caught you in bed with Abby.”
“I already told them you were in here crying about your ex-boyfriend,” I told her.
“Your covered for me?”
“Well yeah, what was I going to do tell them you caught me and Abby and it upset you?”
“Thanks.”
“We really should talk.”
“Now really isn’t the time,” she said wiping the tears out of her eyes, “Come on lets go get your birthday started.” She got up with out another word and walked to the livingroom. Grandma took one look at her and pulled her into a hug, asking what was wrong. This led to her making up a whole sob story about how her boyfriend had hurt her. But then again she had never told me why she broke up with him so her story could have been true.
I didn’t want to do anything more with Abby until I could talk to Katie, but she was supposed to be coming over tonight. I tried the rest of the day to get one moment alone with Katie that didn’t happen.
Before long friends and guests started coming over for the big party. I gave up trying to talk to her. I decided to leave every thing alone for now and talk to her about it before she left. I mean we did have all summer.
We ended up with a packed apartment that night for the party. Everyone gave best wishes to both of us for our futures. Katie did a great job of keeping a smile on her face while often glancing my way. I didn’t care about the whole party. I pretended to smile while waiting for Abby.
Lilly’s sister Linda showed up rather late by herself that evening. I was really happy she hadn’t brought her husband. I hadn’t liked him the night of the wedding because of what Katie had told me about him.
As it turned out her husband had cheated on Linda. This left the two now separated heading into what looked to be a messy divorce. I felt bad that her life was falling apart.
We had lots of family and friends come and go all night long. Not long after Linda showed up, Lilly’s parents arrived. They wished me happy birthday and congratulated Katie on both the graduation and the scholarships.
There were a number of little kids running around I didn’t know, one in particular stood out. She was a little girl about 10 to 12 years old. She had really pretty blue eyes, I remember thinking that she was going to be a really beautiful girl someday.
As the night progressed every time I turned around the little girl seemed to be standing right behind me just gazing at me. I wasn’t sure if I should be flattered or creeped out by her. I would’ve said something to her but every time I looked at her she had the most captivating smile. How could I be annoyed by that adorable face.
“Who is that little girl there?” I asked Lilly after escaping from the child for a minute.
“I knew it wouldn’t take you long to spot her,” Lilly said flashing me a crooked smile, “That’s Ashley.” Soon as Lilly told me her name I knew who she was instantly. I just hadn’t met her before.
“Hard not to spot some one who follows you around all night.”
“That’s cute,” Lilly patted me on the shoulder and walked away. It wasn’t more then a couple minutes and Ashley was right behind me again. It annoyed me less knowing who she was, but I still didn’t need a little shadow. I just hoped she stopped following me around before Abby got here. I really need a moment alone to talk with her too.
While is spent the night trying to avoid my shadow and waiting for Abby little did I know that my grandmother had invited Katie to drive her home and stay with her over the summer. Grandma had told Katie that she shouldn’t let a guy get her so down. She suggested that Katie should just get out of town, spend the summer with her cousins and have fun before school started. Katie thought it was a really great idea.
I heard the news the next day. That gave us only a week to have our talk. I spent the whole next week trying for one moment to talk to her, it never happened. Every single time I thought that moment had come she found a way to be busy and I lost the moment.
“You can’t leave,” I cried out walking into her room a week later. I had, had enough trying to find the right moment. She was packing her bags, “How can you? I…………. it was hard enough knowing it would be August, but I’m not ready for you to leave yet.”
“It’s ok little brother,” she said sweetly. She had never called me little brother before, “It’s better this way.”
“But I think I…………. I think I love……..” I started and she cut me off. I knew I loved her I just couldn’t say it that way.
“Don’t make this worse then it already is.” She walked over and kissed me on the cheek, tears in her eyes.
“We weren’t meant to be,” she whispered into my ear.
“We don’t know that,” I wasn’t willing to give up.
She looked at me and nodded. I turned and left her room. As I walked through the door I turned to look at her. She jumped on her bed and buried her face in her pillow.
Katie left the next morning before I got up. I looked at my watch to find that it was already 11:00. I don’t know if I could have held it together to say goodbye anyway. I would have given it all away in front of our parents. I didn’t want Lilly to know especially, I couldn’t imagine her response if she found out I had almost slept with her daughter. It could break up her and my dad’s relationship.
I woke to find a note next to me. I opened it to read;
Joey,
I know how confusing I’ve been lately. I’m confused myself. Don’t get the wrong idea, I do love you little brother. But there was no reason to make things harder on ourselves then necessary. I need time. We were kids when all this started, I need time to grow up. I’ll see you next summer. We’ll talk then. If our feelings haven’t changed by then maybe we can work on this problem together.
In the mean time I want you to keep seeing Abby. She is my best friend and a great girl. You guys are really good for each other. As much as I hurt inside seeing you together, you’ve both really grown up this year. Be as good a boyfriend to her as you’ve been a brother to me. I know what a warm gentle man your growing into. If you can be all the things I love about your for her, I will be happy.
Love you always
Katie
I was upset that I didn’t at least get to hug her goodbye as she when she had snuck in and left the note. But she was right, only one of my relationships had an actual future. I just had to get over myself to realize it. I made the decision to move on at that moment. I could always have Katie in my mind and heart, just not in body. That was when she became the girl of my obsessions, not of my reality.
I hadn’t talked to Abby all week, and it was about time I did. I had never given her or our relationship the full attention that she deserved. I hadn’t even called to find out why she never came back the day of my birthday. I was a horrible boyfriend she deserved better. I could be better.
I called Abby right away. She actually apologized to me for not calling. She said that there had been some tension going on at home this week and we needed to talk. I was worried when she said “talk” I knew what that usually meant. Was she mad I hadn’t returned the love comment?
I had known for a while that her family was all extremely religious. Her father was a reverend at the local church, and her mom played the role of the reverend wife to it’s breaking point But her parents hadn’t gotten in the way of our relationship in the past. She told me on the phone that her mother had told her she wasn’t allowed to date anyone now until she was 18. She still had a year until then.
I convinced her to have her mom drop her off at the library and I would meet her there so we could talk. She said that a good idea and agreed to meet. I went and got something to eat before going to meet Abby at the library.
Abby was waiting for me on the steps out front when I got there. I grabbed her hand leading her upstairs to one of the reference study rooms. Closing the door behind us I moved in and kissed her. I couldn’t stop myself. The blinds to the room were open and the door had no lock but I couldn’t stop kissing her.
Abby responded, she swung me against the back of the door and kissed me passionately. I put all my love, sadness, and sense of loss for Katie into my kissing Abby. I longed to be distracted from my hurt feelings right now. She didn’t know any different she took my passion as if it were for her and matched it.
Our tongues danced together like never before. She pulled back for just an instant.
“God baby,” she breathed in my ear, “I should stay a way for a week more often.” I didn’t respond I attacked her neck. Kissing and licking furiously. She moaned deeply and I started unbuttoning her shirt with one hand while running my other hand up her leg inside her skirt.
“Yes, baby,” she moaned in my ear. I slipped my hand in the side of her panties and began to finger her lips, “Oh god yes.” I had her shirt half unbuttoned not wanting to take it all the way off in case someone came along. I slid my hand under her bra and found her nipple causing her to grind against my fingers inside her.
With out warning I pulled away from her, she groaned in response. I glanced out the window, seeing no one I slid down the door reaching up grabbing her hips and drawing her to me.
As I explained before, Abby had wanted to wait for sex. Which meant that she had what we called an underwear rule. She could pull me out of my pants I could finger her though her panties but I was never allowed to pull her panties off. She believed also if I were to ever lick her she would lose control and we would end up having sex. I really wanted to eat her out. I had never broken her trust trying to push her to far.
My birthday was the very first time that we had broke the underwear rule, but she had removed her own panties then. I didn’t count it as a break of the rules if she did it herself. I slid down the door grabbing Abby’s hips drawing her to me. I slid my head under her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. I couldn’t hold out any longer I wanted to taste her. I was shocked that she didn’t complain. Instead she opened her stance wider to let me in. She braced herself, hands palm flat on the door behind me.
I ran my tongue across her tasting her wetness. I couldn’t believe she was letting me do this finally, and of all places in a library. Her moaning was getting loud and I knew we would be caught. I didn’t care. I closed my eyes and in my mind I was licking Katie. I was lost in the moment sliding my tongue inside her. Thrusting as deeply as I could. She drew her arm over her mouth and screamed into it.
Abby’s breathing was heavy and labored as she pulled me up to her mouth and kissed me hard. She reached down and fixed her panties never breaking our kiss. Her shirt still unbuttoned I slid my hand under her bra again as we kissed. I had leaned forward and Abby pushed me up against the door again. She slid herself down in front of me looking up into my eyes the whole time. She unzipped my pants and reached inside.
She began stroking me as best she could then pulled me out. I looked back at the windows again still seeing no one. Abby’s lips enveloped me deep. Her mouth was incredible. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as far as I could enjoying every moment. It wasn’t as slow and loving as it had been the last time. Considering where we were and how she was working me as fast and deep as possible I came within a few minutes. I loved the danger of this kind of fun but it always caused me to go off even faster. I shot deep down her throat.
“That’s so damn sexy,” I gasped out as she swallowed.
“Don’t get used to it,” she said pulling me out of her mouth, “I still find it gross. But considering where we are I didn’t think it right to spit it somewhere.” She rose back up as I stuffed myself back into my pants. We kissed for a couple minutes before she took my hand and led me to the table. We sat down in chairs facing each other still holding hands.
I looked at her for several minutes before she said anything.
“I’m sorry I didn’t make it back to your birthday,” she started, “I really wanted to but my mom wouldn’t let me out of the house.”
“So what happened?”
“Well you know Sara, “ she started referring to her 14 year old younger sister. Sara was one of 3 younger sisters. He others were Shawna who was 12 and Michelle who was 9.
She explained after she left my house on that Saturday she arrived home to find her little sister crying in their room. It had taken Abby about an hour to find out what Sara was crying about. When the younger girl finally opened up to her she admitted she was pregnant. Sara had gone to her boyfriend that day to tell him the news, he called her a whore and said it wasn’t his.
Joey wasn’t surprised. He had seen older guys do the same thing. He didn’t think it was right but he had seen it many times. Sara had pleaded with her boyfriend that it was his and in return he broke up with her. Joey knew he would never do that to some one, he couldn’t understand how someone couldn’t want their own child. He felt bad for little Sara, he had always felt she was such a sweet adorable little girl.
Abby went on to explain that when she finally got the story out of Sara she told her that she needed to go to their mom. Sara was scared because she knew her mom would over react. Abby knew she would too but she convinced Sara it was the right choice.
Abby walked Sara out to the back yard art studio where their mom had been working all day. Their mom’s hobby was to paint paintings of Christian imagery. The girls walked into the studio and explained to their mother what had happened.
Abby told me that she had known that her mom would be angry but she hadn’t expected the full extent of that reaction. Her mother didn’t just go into hysterics she went into a fit of over dramatics. She gathered up all her daughters, making them hold hands. She made them all kneel down with her and pray to the lord for forgiveness.
When they were done praying she sat all the girls down at the kitchen table to have a talk about premarital sex. When she was done laying into Sara she turned her anger on Abby. Their mother told Abby she was just lucky that she hadn’t ended up with child herself. Abby tried to explain to her that she was still a virgin, but her mother didn’t believe her. She said that being older and with a full time boyfriend she didn’t believe at all she had waited.
Abby tried to argue with her and finally in a fit of anger their mother took the 3 older girls to the doctor. She claimed that Sara needed looked at for her pregnancy to make sure she was safe an healthy. Her mother felt that Abby and Shawna needed to be checked to see if their hymens were still intact. The only reason Abby had agreed to it because she wanted to throw it in her mom’s face that she wasn’t lying. She was just lucky she hadn’t accidently broken it playing sports like some of her girlfriends.
Abby said that night had gone on forever. They had a church friend who had his own medical practice, her mother called him and he agreed to meet them there that night. He was doing it more for the sake of Sara’s health then anything else but at least he had agreed.
Abby explained that she had assumed that her mother would let up after she proved to her she was still a virgin. She said of course her mom never needed to know what else she had done, but she could now act like she was innocent.
She said she was really happy that Katie had walked in on us when she did. Ten more seconds and I would have punched through her hymen. I agreed that it was probably the best piece of luck that ever happened to her.
Abby said that after the examinations her mom only minimally calmed down. It was at that point her mother told the girls they were no longer allowed to date until they were 18. She had been happy to find Abby intact but she would be now having her checked every month. Abby knew it was only a threat but she got the point. Her mom claimed that the family couldn’t afford to be raising more babies. I told her I could understand that.
Not long after explaining the whole situation she looked at her watch and said her mom would be coming back to get her soon so she should head back to the front stairs. She re-buttoned her shirt and I leaned in and kissed her, it was just a simple goodbye kiss.
Unfortunately it was that moment the door burst open.
“I knew it!” Abby’s mom screamed, “I thought it was strange that you’d want to hang out at the library. You don’t read!”
“Mom nothing happened!” she yelled back, “I was just telling him about not being able to date anymore.”
“That’s why I find you kissing and this room smells like you’ve been having sex?”
“Mom!” Abby exclaimed shocked, “I would never do that in public!” She put on a really good show of being offended by the statement.
“But I still caught you kissing.”
“Yeah. He was giving me a break up kiss that’s all.” I was hoping I was doing a good enough job hiding my embarrassment. If her mom would have really looked at me, my face would have given everything away.
“Ok,” she mumbled, “I’ll wait outside, with the door open, and you can say goodbye.”
“I know you’re a good boy, Joey,” her mom told me, “But your still a boy. If she told you what’s going on, you’ll understand why I don’t want you seeing her anymore.”
“I guess,” was all I could say. She left the room and I turned to Abby. I was hurt beyond measure I was losing both the girls I cared about in the same day. I kissed Abby deeply for a few minutes, until she pulled away slightly resting her forehead on mine. We looked into each others eyes. I fell for her in that sweet moment between us. Don’t get me wrong I still loved Katie most of all, but I fell for my girlfriend in that moment. She had gone though a deeply personal exam to protect our relationship. I didn’t know what I could do that would be that loving back for her, but from now on I would try.
“Don’t worry it’s not forever.” With that said she turned and left.
“Bye Abby,” I called after her as she walked out. I closed the door and sat down at the table again literally beginning to cry.
With Katie gone from the house, and Abby not allowed out of her mother’s sight the summer was the slowest I had ever had. I ran around town trying to find things to do to keep my mind off of them. Nothing worked. I found myself falling back into the same routines I had before Abby was around to help me with my needs.
I found at 17 my urge to stroke myself was just as bad as it had been at 15 without a girlfriend to help with that outlet. Doing it myself got the job done but it wasn’t anywhere near as satisfying as when I was with Katie or Abby.
I was in a strong depression and couldn’t hold back. I was spending all my time in my room, meaning all my time was spent stroking myself trying to find some bit of happiness.
Most parents would probably have noticed when their kids pulled into themselves and never come out of their room. Not my parents. They both worked and Lilly got herself involved in the community center after work 3 nights a week. It was like they almost forgot I was there.
In mid July just weeks after Katie left to grandma’s house, something happened that changed our family forever. Lilly’s parents had gone on vacation, a romantic weekend alone kind of thing. They were taking one of those tours by air plane when something had gone wrong and the plane crashed. Lilly’s parents had died in the crash.
Lilly left that night with Linda for about 3 weeks out of state. When Lilly came home she had her Ashley with her. I guess I should explain that now because I never explained who she was earlier.
Lilly’s mom died during Linda’s birth. The pregnancy had taken so much out of her she didn’t make it. Lilly being 6 years older then Linda helped her father raise her sister. When their dad was about 45 years old he met a younger woman in her mid 30s who had one child herself. They dated for about a year before getting married.
They decided that they needed to have one child of their own. A year later Ashley was born. This is one of those things that always piss me off. They already had 3 kids but felt they needed one of their own. I hate it when I see couples get together that have a bunch of kids between them and they need one of their own. With the world as it is I don’t see the point.
Anyway so Lilly brings home her step-sister Ashley(who went by Ash), with the reasoning that Linda wasn’t in a good position to take care of her and neither was ash’s step-brother Kevin, the child of her mother before the marriage.
Linda and John were still going through a messy divorce at the time. Linda was about to move out of state to live with a girl-friend of hers. She couldn’t take Ash.
Apparently Kevin was in collage now and in no way capable of taking care of a child. That wasn’t the only reason. For some reason, Lilly explained to me, Kevin didn’t want anymore to do with Ashley. He had said he never really accepted her as a sister because they had different fathers. Lilly of course didn’t tell her that. Ash was aware there wasn’t a lot of love between them but didn’t know her brother actually resented her.
Lilly didn’t have a problem at all taking in her little step-sister. Lilly really loved Ash and looked at it as an honor. I was less happy about it. I really didn’t want a bratty 12 year old following me around all the time from now on. I didn’t get a vote, Lilly had called dad and talked it over with him. He didn’t have a problem with it either, it was decided before I even knew it was happening.
They called Katie and told her about the situation and asked if she minded letting Ash share her room. Katie was happy to let her aunt move into her room. With that decided Ashley was here to stay filling the place in the house that should’ve been filled with the girl I loved.
What made things worse, with Ash going through that boy crazy faze right now so I never got a moments peace. Starting the very first day she started making kissy faces and winking. She was also having a hard time dealing with her parents death and the transition to our home. One minute she would be flirting with me and winking and the next you might find her in her room sobbing into her pillow.
I did my best to comfort her when I found her crying, but I didn’t know how to handle the kissy faces and flirting. She was a little girl and sometimes it creeped me out a little. After a couple of weeks I actually talked to Lilly about it.
I only brought it up to Lilly because I would never do anything with a 12 year old girl and I didn’t want her to think something was going on behind her back. With the way Ash acted toward me at times things could really be misinterpreted. Lilly was kind of touched by my shyness about the subject. I think it just traced back to my upbringing from my over bearing step-mom a couple years ago.
I told Lilly about the little comments, winks, flirting and kisses. Lilly told me to sit down. So we sat on the couch. Lilly took my hand in both of hers and told me that I was such a sweet guy and that was why Ash was flirting with me. She explained that Ash was at a critical point right now. She was at an age were girls are discovering their sexuality and wanting to feel attractive but at the same time she was having a hard time dealing with the death of her parents. She explained that the flirting wasn’t really serious. It was a coping mechanism for her grief. She wanted to feel sexy and was seeking approval from a me as a way of feeling better about herself.
I asked what I should do in return. Lilly said that it would do the girl a world of good for her self esteem if I just simply played along. She said to smile back and act like I thought she was cute. She told me there was no harm in me flirting back. She thought it was lucky Ash had turned her attention to me instead of some random guy who would abuse her innocence. She knew I wouldn’t cross the line with her, so it kept things safe and harmless. She said as long as I could do that for Ash then maybe it would be enough to keep her from seeking male attention elsewhere.
It kind of made sense to me, I thought about what had happened to Sara. Sara wasn’t much older then Ash, only a year and a half. Had Sara simply been seeking validation of her own sexuality when she had sex with her boyfriend? I didn’t want to see that happen to Ash. I was still a little uncomfortable with the flirting but I would do my part.
Summer was over and I had what was basically a little sister running around. Ash turned 13, 4 days before the start of the new school year. We had a big party for her, inviting all the neighborhood kids, since she hadn’t had much time to make friends yet. Linda actually made the drive to be there for her little sister. Ash thought that was one of the best gifts all day. To have both her sisters there with her meant a lot.
I called Abby’s mom telling her what was going on and I convinced her to let the girls come to the party. She agreed because she thought it was nice that I cared about Ash’s big day and there would be plenty of parental supervision.
We went all out for little Ash’s birthday party. We rented the cabana at our apartment complex for more space for guests. That gave us the cabana the apartment and the outside courtyard off the cabana for the party. It was the first big day that had come along since the death of her parents and we really tried o make it a day to remember. Aside from Abby and who was 17 like me, most of the kids from the neighborhood were about 10 to 12 years old.
I didn’t take more then a couple hours for me to have enough of giggling children. I tried to get Abby alone for a minute but Lilly had promised her mom she wouldn’t let us be alone together. I begged for just 5 minutes and Lilly smiled.
“Well I’m going to use the bathroom for about 10 minutes,” she smiled at us, “As long as Abby is right here when I get back, I don’t know anything.” I hugged her and she walked away. I looked at my dad he nodded, “I don’t know anything.”
We ran to my room.
“God I’ve missed you.” I told her kissing her hard.
“I know…… it’s been all summer………..” she said thought kisses.
We didn’t have much time so all we did was kiss. I was burning inside so badly that I would’ve made love to her in front of the entire party if she would have let me. After about 5 minutes or so she pulled away.
“I have to go. We made a deal.”
“I know………….” I pulled away. She slipped out of the room and I laid down on the bed. I pulled a pillow over my head to block out the noise and the light. I was so hard just from kissing her. It had been a couple months since I had kissed her. I was so tempted to pull out my dick and work it off right there, but with a house full of children I was still afraid of getting caught. Just because I had escaped my step-mother didn’t mean I still didn’t have the same old fears and guilt surrounding masturbation.
I was laying on my bed trying to resist the urge to stroke myself stupid over the few minutes of kissing, the urge was killing me. I finally just drifted off to sleep when I felt a hand run up my leg. I hadn’t even heard the door open or close but I could feel a hand rubbing me through my jeans.
“Found a way to sneak back in huh?” I asked.
“Shhhhhh,” came quiet sound then a low whisper, “Just relax.” Her hand moved mine away from the pillow when I tried to move it off my face. The next thing I knew hands were sliding up my head covering my eyes with one of my shirts.
“Keep it there like a blind fold,” came the low whisper again. Then the hands tied my shirt to my head so it couldn’t slip away. Wow Abby was getting fun.
“What happened to the promise to your mom, baby?” I asked her. I was enjoying this game we were playing but I did have a touch of guilt about being lying to her mom and Lilly. We were betraying their trust in us, but at that moment I didn’t care.
“Shhhhh,” she whispered again. I felt my hands being lifted first one then the other was tied to my bed frame. Wow Abby was getting REALLY fun. I felt my pants unzip slowly. I was so hard and going crazy when I felt a small hand slip into my pants and pull my dick out. I started to worry then, it didn’t feel like Abby’s hand. Moments later I felt lips on my cock. It really didn’t feel like Abby’s lips. Who ever it was could really suck. She was somewhat inexperienced but she could really suck. I knew it wasn’t Abby because the feel was all wrong. OH GOD was it Ash? I was freaking out.
If it was Ash and we were caught I was tied to the bed. I had deniabillity so I decided to go with it. It was starting to feel really good now so I stopped struggling. God this was starting to be great. I hadn’t had anything since the library. Then I heard another zipper and heard rustling of clothes. Seconds later I felt bare skin against my cock. I could feel her pussy rubbing up against my dick. I had, had this done to me once before.
The last night Katie and I were together she had rubbed me with her pussy without putting it in, just like this. I panicked. I didn’t know who this was but it wasn’t Katie. As she rubbed me I wondered about her intentions, was she going to put it inside her or just rub her pussy against me? I was conflicted I really wanted to feel what sex felt like, but I didn’t want to lose my virginity to mystery girl here and now.
“Bet you liked that,” Came the whisper again moving up my body her thigh touching my dick. In response I came on her thigh, “Guess I was right.” She giggled.
“My turn,” she whispered. I felt her move upside down and take me back into her mouth. She wiggled up on me until her pussy was in my mouth. I attacked it like nothing before. Even after having one orgasm I was more worked up then ever. I drove my tongue in her so deep I couldn’t breath. I licked her as hard as I could with out being able to move my arms. I wanted to grab her ass and pull it to me. I didn’t care who it was anymore she had the sweetest tasting pussy ever.
Her breathing went crazy and she tensed up on me. I went off again in her mouth.
“That was just what I needed,” I said to her. I thought now she would let me see her.
“Me too,” came the whisper. I heard cloths rustling and she stuffed me back inside mine.
“Thank you,” she whispered, “You can have me again anytime you want, if you figure out who I am.” With that she untied one of my arms and ran out of my room. I quickly pulled off the shirt tied to my eyes as the door was closing I had missed who was there.
I untied my other arm and left the room. I scanned around all I knew for sure was it wasn’t Abby, besides she was still standing with my parents outside. I looked around to see Ash and Shawna were standing outside under a tree talking about something and giggling. I couldn’t spot Linda anywhere outside and I hadn’t seen her in the apartment when I was exiting. Would she have done that to me? I didn’t think so, besides I was pretty sure from the weight of the girl she was young. I also couldn’t see Sara or Michelle anywhere, but that seemed almost crazy that I would be one of them. Sara was pregnant and had never showed even the slightest sign she liked me. Michelle was 9 and as far as I knew she still thought boys were icky. That about covered all of the girls I really knew at his party. I shuttered to think about which of the other underage girls it could’ve been. I wondered would this had happened at all if I wouldn’t have happened to have been in there dozing off? How does this just happen at random? Had some one been watching me waiting? That made me think of Ash again. She was always following me around, but this girl definitely had more experience then I hoped Ash did yet.
I stood outside, juices still drying on my face thinking I really wanted to know who the girl was. That had been the kinkiest moment of my entire life. My body was aching again already for more. But at the same time I wanted to tell this girl I had a girlfriend and fun as it was, what we had done was wrong. I felt bad that I had been with someone else.
Abby came up behind me and put her arms around me.
“Hey baby,” she smiled, “I escaped your parents for a minute. Do you want to hide behind the building and make out for a minute?”
“Yes.” I said without thinking. We walked around to crack between the cabana and the apartment building. I started kissing her and she tensed up. The harder I kissed the more she seemed to pull away.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’ve been with someone, don’t deny it……. I can taste her on you.”
“Abby it’s not what you think,” I started.
“Who was she Joey?” Her face was red and tears were forming.
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t give me that shit!” She screamed, “Who was the whore you slept with at Ash’s 13th birthday party.”
“I really didn’t sleep with anyone,” I wasn’t technically lying, “I’m still a virgin like you.”
“I can taste her on you! It wasn’t there an hour ago when we kissed.”
“I really don’t know,” I told her. I sat down with my head in my hands, “I really didn’t cheat on you, I wouldn’t, I’m not that kind of guy.”
“Go fuck yourself!” Abby screamed. She kicked me in the side as she left. I sat there hiding in the crack between buildings not moving for at least an hour. We hadn’t been allowed to spend any time together that summer but at least I had still technically had a girlfriend. I couldn’t say that anymore. Thanks a lot mystery girl. I hadn’t meant to cheat. At first I didn’t even know it wasn’t my girlfriend. I watched as Abby gathered up her sisters and walked them away from the party.
It was Ash who finally found me. I don’t know how she found me sitting there but I wasn’t surprised. She usually didn’t let me out of her sight for long. I looked up to see her looking down at me.
“Are you ok Joey?”
“No. Go have fun at your party.”
“It’s not very fun since Sara left,” she said with a slight pout, “Why did Abby leave so soon?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Really? What did you do Joe?”
“I can’t tell you. Your not old enough.”
“OOOhh reaaaally? Come on don’t treat me like a little kid. I am kind of your aunt after all.”
“It’s not the kind of story I should be telling someone your age.”
“Joey, please don’t treat me like everyone else,” I could hear the need for approval in her voice. I thought back to what Lilly had told me and I don’t know why but I started talking to her about how I felt about Abby and what had happened today.
To my surprise Ashley didn’t cringe or go “EEWWW” once. I explained what happened and she really seemed to be grown up about it. She asked a few questions and really seemed to want to help.
“You do have to admit that it does sound unbelievable.”
“I agree, but I can prove it,” he took her hand and led him into his room. When we got there I showed her the pieces of clothing where I had left them after unfastening myself. She looked at every thing closely. The only one that still had the knot in it was the shirt blind fold I had pulled strait off my head.
“It’s not much proof.”
“I know.” I laid down on my bed staring at the ceiling. Ashley sat down next to me taking my hand.
“I believe you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” she said sweetly, “You’re the sweetest guy I know. I don’t think you would ever intentionally hurt someone.” She leaned over and kissed me. I was so shocked I didn’t react. The kiss lasted about 30 seconds before she pulled back.
“Was it…………. was… it… you?” I asked still in shock. She laid down next to me and put her head on my shoulder, “No, it wasn’t me. I don’t know if I’m ready to go that far yet.”
“Good,” I told her. I could see a change in her face. She seemed some what sad so I added, “Not that I wouldn’t be honored when you are ready.” her face lit up again.
“Really?” she giggled.
“Really.” She hugged me and left my room.
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