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Stuffed Belly

(Some years ago, I posted this on another website. I’ve touched it up a bit for its 2nd debut here.)
Stuffed Belly
A Belly Tale
By
Paul Gazer
I found Penny sprawled on her kitchen floor in a ring of dead beer bottles and donut boxes, cradling her straining belly and groaning like a cow overdue to be milked. She was dressed, more or less, in men’s pajamas, but slopped beer had pasted the shirt to her undulant breasts and the elastic waist had slipped down the steep lower slope of her bulging gut, exposing her round, deep navel. The effect would have been stimulating if it weren’t for her obvious distress.
“Penny! What’s wrong?”
She stiffened at my voice. “G…g… gway!” The moaning turned into ragged sobs, and she clutched her stomach tighter. I sat down behind her head with my Legs stretched out straight on either side of her and heaved her shoulders until her head lay in my lap. She groaned, “No, no, no, no,” rolling her head back-and-forth uncomfortably on my crotch.
“Penny, uh, don’t do that – don’t.” I moved my hands forward to restrain her, then couldn’t find any landing areas that weren’t hills of belly or breast, so my palms ended up where the knobs of her hips would show if they weren’t an inch deep in flesh. I held on to her gently as her sobs decayed into shuddery snuffles.
A month before school had ended, my music teacher’d sent me to meet Penny because she was a good cellist who needed an okay pianist like me to work up some Beethoven sonatas. Her address turned out to be an ugly sandstone mansion Built around 1900. She answered the door herself because, it turned out, she lived there nearly alone. Her mother was long gone, and her big-shot father traveled constantly, leaving Penny with an old housekeeper who managed to stand up long enough to throw supper on the table before tottering back to the gin bottle in her room at the far end of the house.
We became friends during summer weeks of afternoon practice in the music room (it was that kind of mansion) talking mainly about the music we both loved. Penny never revealed anything really personal, except through that music. She played energetically, working her strong arms hard as she fingered and bowed and arching her back in the crescendos so that her thrusting stomach crowded the back of the cello. After a musical climax, a moist sheen would coat her upper lip, her breathing would deepen, and her blue eyes would sparkle with pleasure.
But she hadn’t sparkled on the phone today: “About practice? Um, just, uh, don’t come, okay, Eric?”
“Why not, Penny?”
Her voice had a leaden, hopeless sound: “Just….” She hung up.
Her tone of voice bothered me all afternoon until, at the supper table, I invented an evening practice at her house. At 18, I was the baby of four brothers and the only one still at home, so I got away with murder. My Dad tossed me the car keys without a question. Mom automatically said, “Finish your milk first,” reminding me of one reason I couldn’t wait for college in the Fall.
When my ring wasn’t answered, I pushed Penny’s door open and stood listening in the big foyer until I caught the sound of faraway weeping. I followed the sobs down a long hall and into the big white-tiled kitchen, where I found Penny beached on the floor with the bottles and boxes washed up around her.
And that’s how I ended up here with her head pressing into my groin. She’d quieted down a bit, so I ventured, “Can you get up, Penny?”
“Hunh-unh.”
“Why not?”
She peered at me with tipsy concentration. “Three reas’ns. One, I chugged eight bollsabeer an’ I’m not a sperienced drinker. Two: I ate two dozn donuts an I don’ feelvery good.” She thought solemnly, then added, “I am very, very full.”
“What’s the third reason?” No answer. “Penny?”
“If I get up you’ll look at me in my jamas.”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
She muttered something like “fannully.”
“What?”
“CAUSE I’M FAT AN UGLY!” Penny’s eyes puddled up and tears spilled over her soft round cheeks.
“You’re not ugly.”
She nodded. “Such a pretty face, they all say. But y’know what the girls at school call me?. Jelly Belly.” She started to sob again. “P… p…preggers!” To distract her, I pushed her shirt tails up to her sternum and started rubbing the hard mass of her stomach beneath its pad of firm fat. “Ohhhhh,” she said, “feels good. My tummy hurts soooo bad.”
I continued kneading and caressing. “Because you stuffed it with donuts.”
“Ummmm. An’ beer.”
“No,” I said thoughtlessly, “the beer’s down here.” Shoving her waistband the rest of the way down, I pushed in the base of her belly smartly.
The effect was dramatic. A terrified look crossed Penny’s face and her voice dropped to a growl. “Don’t do that, oh, God, you shouldna… I gotta go, I mean I really gotta go. I, oh jeez, I don’t think I can hold it!”
“Then you have to get up!” Scrambling to my feet, I somehow heaved her 190 pounds sort of vertical. “Where’s a bathroom?”
“My room.” She staggered forward and almost fell. Without thinking, I draped her left arm over my shoulder, wrapped my right arm around her waist, and started walking with her. I could feel the weight of her big right breast bouncing on the back of my hand. Her pajama waistband was still riding just above her crotch and her big bare belly thrust out above it, wagging with every step. It really did look pregnant (or what I guessed pregnant must look like). I felt torn between guilt at spying on her and excitement at her abundant curves.
The trip up the grand staircase and down the hall seemed endless and Penny kept up a stream of terrified mumbling: “Ohgod, I can’t hold it, I’m gonna go, I’m gonna pee, jeez-o-jeez, I’m so embarrassed, I’m gonna let go, I’m gonna wet myself, I wanna die…” and so-forth.
She finally lurched toward an open doorway and I helped her across a frilly female bedroom to the bathroom on the opposite side. I walked Penny over to the toilet, turned her around, then unceremoniously yanked her pants down around her ankles. I pushed on her stuffed belly, right at the navel, and she abruptly plumped down on the toilet. I guessed I might as well finish the job: kneeling, I lifted one foot at a time and removed her pajama bottoms. It had been close: the pants were damp in the middle.
Penny looked down at me, her eyes widening as the situation penetrated the beer fog. “You pulled my jamas off.” She reached a hand to hide her crotch, realized that her big pot belly was on the job, then nervously rubbed the donuts in the extra bulge of stomach below her breastbone.
I faked an air of neutral efficiency: “You smell of beer and your shirt’s all wet.” Undoing the front buttons, I peeled her out of it while she protested feebly. I soaked a washcloth in warm water from the sink and started mopping her chest. Though remarkably large, her breasts weren’t flabby flesh bags, but gourd-shaped rockets that perched alertly on the shelf of her belly, pointing up and out as if ready for launch. As the rough cloth scraped a nipple, it rose erect, mirroring the action in my pants. I gathered the courage to cup her right breast and lift it, my hand trembling at its weight and taut warmth. Penny looked back and forth from my face to her nipple with a sort of stunned expression.
Breathing hard, I set the washcloth aside and said briskly, “Right: all clean.” Penny nodded automatically, her eyes still wide as blue poker chips. “Right, um, okay, Penny, weren’t you going to, um, you know, go?”
“Can’t.”
“But you almost couldn’t hold it.”
“Now I’m too embarrassed. You’ll… hear it and all. Go way.”
“Be sensible; if I let go, you’ll fall off the can. Here, straighten up!” At my tone of command, she did so, lifting her belly enough for me to slip a hand under it. I pressed upward on the tight flesh, massaging the hard balloon of her straining bladder. “Come on, baby, pee for me; that’s a good girl. Make a nice big pee.” I stroked and pushed on her warm, taut belly.
Penny looked at me with a sort of horror as I went on rubbing her gut, then a faraway look crossed her face, like a baby about to let go in its diaper, and she suddenly gushed and splashed into the toilet, on and on and on, while a red blush crawled up her plump cheeks all the way to her hairline. “Uhhhhhh,” she groaned, “good; oh, good.”
“Feel better?” Penny nodded. I wound toilet paper around my hand. “Up again!” She lifted her gut obediently and I reached between her thighs and patted her plump mossy mound. Without thinking, I pressed the paper between its vertical lips. After a couple of blind wipes, my fingers encountered some sort of inner bump. Penny sucked in a breath so deep and sudden that I stopped wiping her.
And there we froze, staring at each other, she propped up on the toilet, pink and naked, me kneeling with my hand between her legs and my finger pushing a button whose existence I hadn’t yet even heard of.
Whatever the situation may seem like today, it was inconceivable way back then, with Ike in the White House and Beaver Cleaver on the black and white tube. We crew-cutted, chino trousered, poodle-skirted high school graduates might brag about “getting to first base,” meaning touching a clothed breast, but anything racier wasn’t expected, and boasts about actual sex were dismissed as fiction. As for what was happening here in this very feminine bathroom, well, it was simply unthinkable. Penny looked down at my hand disappearing between her plump thighs with an amazed and frightened look as if she’d suddenly found herself flying a fighter plane.
As casually as I could, I pulled my fingers out and stood up. “Okay,” a pause to force the squeak out of my voice, then, “time to get you tucked in.” I held out my hands, “Grab hold.” She obeyed and I hauled her upright. Penny swayed and I was afraid her knees would buckle. “Can you walk?”
“Not without ‘ssistance,” she replied with droll dignity, and raised her right arm for support. Happy to oblige, I cupped her right breast to use as a handle and wrapped my other arm around her soft waist with my hand palming the convex lower slope of her bare, thrusting belly. I walked her this way into the bedroom, hoping she wouldn’t notice the painful boner prodding her bottom. At her bedside I flipped the covers back, turned her to face me, lowered her onto the bed, and lifted her feet up onto the sheet.
Penny lay back, grunted soft as a happy piglet, and then looked up at me like a little girl at bedtime. She said in a very small voice, “Don’t leave me alone,” and moved sideways to clear space on the bed. I smiled and sat beside her.
Not knowing quite what to do next, I started rubbing her big belly again. “Yeah, good, ohhhhhh, good!” she breathed. I massaged her slowly, moving my hand in widening circles until I was caressing the warm flesh from her sternum to below her navel. Like her breasts, her belly was too big and dense to collapse when she lay on her back. Starting at the hollow of her breastbone, it rose six inches in a shallow arc, continued south past the sexy well of her navel, then swooped down to meet the top of her pubic mound. My hand worked its way down to massage the tense flesh of this lower bulge and Penny buzzed like a purring cat, arching her back so her belly thrust even higher.
As my fingertips probed this swelling dome, I was amazed by its construction. Her belly had as many layers as an expensive mattress: taut skin on the surface, a pad of fat beneath it, then a tight, resilient sheath of muscle. That couldn’t account for the exuberant thrust of her paunch, which resembled a classic beer gut; so she must have had more fat in her body cavity, along with the usual organs. I pictured the mysterious tangle of small intestine in its three-sided frame of colon, all of it squirting and gurgling as it battled with two dozen donuts. Leaning down, I pressed my ear against her belly button. Sure enough, I heard a rumbling chuckle of liquids and gasses burbling away in the soft factory that distended her swollen belly. It was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard. My head rode up and down with her every breath, and the sweet smell and feel of her big round gut was intoxicating.
“Eric!” I sat up guiltily to find Penny watching me with a horrified expression. “This is the worst thing ever happened to me.”
“Hey, you just had a few too many beers; it’s not that awful.”
“No, no; I mean you saw everything. The whole fat ugly mess.” Penny waved a hand vaguely at her exposed body.
“I meant what I said: you’re beautiful.”
Her look said, don’t patronize me.
I went on, “Such a pretty face indeed, and your body’s indescribable.”
“I’ll say!”
“I mean it!” I placed a hand outside each breast and pushed them together. “Your, uh… these are amazing.”
“Grotesquely big, and my tummy’s disgustingly fat.” She sounded like she was sobering a little.
“Not disgusting, but yes, it’s fat.” When she looked hurt I continued firmly, “Let’s get this straight right now.” I fondled the warm abdominal dome. “This isn’t a tummy or a stomach or a middle.” I started caressing it with both hands. “It’s a belly: a BIG belly. A round, smooth, warm, soft/hard, elegant belly that’s so sexy I can’t stand it.”
“You think I’ll believe this awful GROWTH is sexy?”
I swallowed hard at what I was about to say. “Penny, do you believe a thermometer when it takes your temperature?” A puzzled nod. “Okay, read the thermometer!” Grasping her hand, I pressed it on my groin where she could feel the rod of my cock, as rigid by now as a galvanized pipe.
Her eyes shot wide open. “Is that your, um…?”
I nodded. “Know what makes it hard like that?”
“Of course! Well, I mean, I’ve read and all.”
“You make it hard, Penny, you and your red mouth and your big pink nipples and your navel that I want to lick. Most of all, your big, wonderful, sexy belly makes it hard, so hard it hurts!”
She was absently probing my groin with her fingers. “You really mean this, don’t you?”
“I can’t fake it, Penny; the thermometer can’t lie.”
“Could I…” she was whispering, “…see it?”
I never imagined, I mean, not like this… but then I thought to myself, I’m looking at her naked and she didn’t even have a choice. Fair is fair. Standing nervously, I lowered my pants and shorts and let my shaft arch out like a fat flagpole.
Penny’s eyes got even bigger, if possible. “Will that thing really fit… uh, you know?”
The boys’ shower in the gym had reassured me that I was quite a respectable size; but Penny’d probably never seen a pecker in working mode, if at all. “So they tell me.”
She wrapped her fingers around my penis and kneaded it as if stripping a cow of milk. It had almost the same effect on me. “Easy, Penny! Whoa!”
“Why is the top turning purple?” she breathed.
“It’s all your fault – you and your plump, sexy body.”
For the first time, Penny smiled. Keeping one hand on my cock, she pushed the other between her luscious thighs. The smile grew and grew until a delighted grin spread all over her face, as if she’d just discovered something amazing and wonderful. “My sexy body,” she murmured. “My sexy boobies, my sexy tummy.”
“Belly – your big, sexy belly, and proud of it!”
“Oh, yes!” She thought about this and then a shy expression replaced the grin. “If you want to…” she spread her legs on the bed, “…it would be okay; I mean I’d let you.” The adrenalin burst made my head sing and my eyes see little fireworks. I had to focus hard to keep from coming in her hand. This was unreachable heaven – a solitary guy’s wet dream.
And then reality cut in. “Let go, sweet Penny,” I said, and when she did, I pulled my pants up and sat down again.
She had the betrayed expression of someone who’d discovered a lie that she wanted desperately to believe. “Don’t you want to, after all?”
“I want to so much I’m about to ruin my underwear. I want to so much I’m shaking all over and sweat is running out of my armpits. But I can’t. Not tonight.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re still more than a little drunk. Because you feel so bad you don’t care what anyone does to you. Because we don’t have any protection.”
“From what?”
“Jeez, Penny, like a rubber. You want to have a baby?”
She nodded slowly as the idea penetrated, then shook her head.
“Tomorrow I’ll come back and we’ll have a real date, and maybe make out, and if you like me and if I’m lucky, you’ll let me cop a feel.”
“What?”
“And if you eat a bit too much, I might rub your belly. Then we’ll see what happens. Date?”
Penny’s smile was very sweet. “Okay.”
“Now sleep, and I’ll take something to remember.” Very slowly, I kissed her mouth, then lifted her breasts and kissed and sucked each eager nipple, then kissed her belly button, snaking my tongue into it so she giggled. A last caress of her warm, full gut, then I pulled the covers over her. “As you sleep, remember how beautiful you are; remember what you did to my thermometer. Sleep, sexy Penny.”
I was at the bedroom door when her light voice floated after me, “Eric?”
“Mmm?”
“Eight o’clock tomorrow?”
“Fine. Sleep.”
“Eric?”
“Yeah?”
“About rubbing my tum… my belly?”
“Mm-hm?”
“I have a dress that buttons down the front.”
“My pants work that way too. Sweet dreams.”
I got home to discover that I’d been at Penny’s no more than an hour. When I gave my dad the car keys he looked up from grading essays. “Was your rehearsal successful?”
Rehearsal? I’d forgotten my invented excuse to go to Penny’s. Suddenly, the word struck me as both wonderful and funny. “It was a thorough rehearsal, Dad; we practiced almost everything.”
Absently, “Good, Son. You two have a performance coming up?”
“Dad, I devoutly hope so.”
He looked puzzled, then shrugged and went back to work.
* * *
Promptly at eight the next night I was again knocking on the big pompous door of Penny’s house and wondering how a now-sober young woman would feel about a guy who’d sucked the nipples on her oversized breasts and caressed her beer-swollen belly while she lay there groaning helplessly. We hadn’t Gone All the Way, as folks so coyly put it then, because gentlemen in those ancient ‘fifties didn’t take advantage of ladies who were drunk and emotionally distraught. As the door finally swung open, I could only hope Penny would remember this and at least readmit me to her house.
She greeted me with a mumbled “Hi, Eric” and a nervous smile, refusing to look directly at me. Tonight, her curly auburn hair was brushed and her lovely face looked more or less recovered from last night’s stuffing. She wore a house dress stretched tight around her thrusting breasts and belly. There was a sheen of oil on her lips and she rubbed her fingers absently on the fabric covering her hips, leaving a stain. “Um, well, c’mon in. I’m in the rec room.”
It was a converted basement with wet bar, pool table, huge couch, soft lights, and the usual 17-inch black and white TV soundlessly showing a western rerun. The coffee table was littered with end-crusts of what we then called pizza pie. Penny plumped onto the couch and gestured for me to join her. “Hungry?” I shook my head. “Well…” A wan smile. “Here I am, pigging as usual, though I’m so full by now, I’ve got a tummy ache.” Leaning back, she rubbed her swollen stomach, just below the overhang of her outsized breasts
“So,” she resumed a bit too casually, “last night you saw everything, didn’t you?” I nodded cautiously. “Now you know why the girls named me Preggers.”
I couldn’t think of an answer. We stared stupidly at the soundless TV.
An uncomfortable pause, then, “Millie van Daan calls me ‘Guts!’ She’s the worst.”
“Um, sounds like it.” Looking at her legs propped up on the coffee table, I noticed how shapely they were, like a pinup girl’s except a size bigger.
Finally, Penny couldn’t stand the silence. “Big fat slob, huh? Say something. Tell me what you think.”
Instead of answering, I moved closer and started gently massaging her stomach. Penny stared at me a moment, then relaxed and let me do it. Feeling the firm/soft layers of her gut was exciting, but a button got in the way. I undid it and slipped my hand onto smooth, warm flesh. When Penny didn’t react, I kneaded her packed stomach for a while, then undid buttons above and below so I could caress her all the way across her pizza bulge. Penny grunted softly and closed her eyes.
After a few minutes of this, she said, “I could probably stuff in those last slices, but I’m too comfortable to move.” Taking the hint, I picked up a pizza wedge and touched her lips with its point. Penny opened her eyes and mouth. As I slowly fed her the pizza, her eyes brightened oddly. By the end of the second slice, she was breathing heavily, and when she’d finished the final slice she was shifting her hips uneasily on the couch and arching her back so that her distended belly strained the other buttons on her dress. “Oooh, that’s good,” she cooed, and a tiny line of olive oil dribbled down her chin.
I leaned slowly forward and licked the oil off; then before she could react I covered her rich mouth. Her kiss was clumsy at first, but as I tongued her lips, they parted and let me enter. After a long, moist engagement, we separated.
“Does that answer your question?”
Penny could only blink because she was breathing as if she’d just entered a footrace and won. Watching her heaving belly, I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I undid the rest of her buttons and pulled the dress aside. There it was: a ripe, rising dome, veiled in white panties from the deep navel down, but arcing pink and shiny up to the base of a white bra as big and hard as a fortress. This erotic bag of fat and organs swelled with each breath like the throat pouch on a frog. When I resumed caressing her taut belly skin, Penny sighed and closed her eyes again.
As we lounged there in the low lighting, I rubbed her flesh in ever larger circles until my finger tips ventured inside the waistband of her panties. Penny stiffened momentarily, then relaxed; so I let the orbit of my exploration grow and grow until I could feel the bottom of her bra above and the first curls of pubic hair below. Continuing to massage Penny’s tense belly, I pushed her panty waistband down until it rode along the base of her gut. As I caressed her warm flesh, I leaned in for another kiss and this time her mouth instantly welcomed my tongue. After another long, wet communion, I settled beside her and went on stroking her swollen stomach, soft navel pit, and full lower gut. It was heaven.
Who knows how many minutes later she murmured, “Eric?”
“Mm?”
“‘Cha thinking?”
A long pause while I got my courage up and then, “If you really want to know, I’m disappointed.” Her belly stiffened suddenly. “I mean, here I am, actually touching your boobs, at least a little, but your bra’s so hard it’s like scraping concrete.”
The convex slope under my hand relaxed again, then shook with a silent chuckle. “I’ll have to stand up,” she said, and did. She reached her arms around her back inside her now-unbuttoned dress and struggled with her snaps. The move thrust her belly forward until she looked more pregnant than ever. When her bra cups loosened slightly, Penny grasped the tip of each one and slowly, hesitently upward so that her breasts finally tumbled out onto the upper slope of her gut.
Those breasts were indescribable imagine cantaloupe teased up in front into cones and faired in back into lush organic gourd shapes where they joined her chest. Imagine red/brown aureoles with nipples like swelling mushroom caps. Imagine shiny skin stuffed tight with flesh that swayed with every movement. Imagine sculpted bags so big that they should have flattened on her belly, but so ripe and gorged with substance that they pointed up and out as if straining to leap off her chest. I sat there and gaped like an idiot.
“Big and sloppy, huh? Elsie the cow, that’s me,” said Penny sadly. As if to prove it, she leaned over so that Elsie’s udders swung before me like a pair of great, lazy bells.
I stared at these vast elastic globes, hypnotized, swallowing repeatedly, then slowly captured one heavy breast in each palm. “My God, Penny. Your breasts are the most arousing sight I’ve ever….”
Penny dropped to squat in front of me, staring up into my face. She studied me intently for a long moment. “Tell me everything,” she whispered, tell me what you’re feeling.
I looked at the heavy breasts now overflowing my hands; I looked at the provocative thrust of the belly globe nesting between ripe thighs; I looked at shimmering hair and curving lips and wide blue eyes. And when I got my voice under control I said, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen or want to see. Your breasts make my hands shake and my ears ring like I took ten aspirin. Your belly drives me crazy. I want to caress it, tickle it, knead it like warm dough. I want to pour honey in your navel and lick it out again. I want to rest my head on your swelling stomach and listen to your sexy guts bubble and purr. I want to push on what’s down below it until you open up and let me inside. I want you, Penny, so badly that I can’t express it.”
Penny grinned. “And you haven’t even mentioned my backside.” Then a strange thing happened: the grin dimmed to a smile and held there while tears welled up in her blue eyes, coursed down her plump cheeks, and splashed the bulging contours of her breasts.
“Penny, I didn’t mean…”
She shook her head, still smiling and flowing like a faucet. “‘S’all right, ‘s’all right.” I helped her up beside me on the deep couch; and held her for five solid minutes while she wept and smiled and wept some more.
I was helpless to deal with this, except to rock her gently and pat her shoulder like a dummy. “Was it something I said?”
“Was it ever!” Penny’s smiling and weeping ramped up to laughing and bawling until I was scared she’d choke or something. I was afraid she’d really come unglued. Eventually, however, she snuffled, wiped her eyes on a paper napkin, and honked loudly into several more. “Sorry,” she said in a small voice. “So.” She pressed her upper arms inward against her breasts, pushing them upward. “You don’t think they’re totally awful.”
By way of answer, I surrounded a nipple with my lips and sucked it upright. “That’s putting it mildly.”
“And you don’t think this giant gut’s disgusting.” Taking a deep breath and holding, she arched her back so that her belly rose to almost double height.
When she deflated for another breath, I swung around and lay with my head in her lap, ear and cheek pressed against her convex wall of soft/hard flesh. “My thermometer can’t lie,” I said, indicating the crotch of my pants.
Penny hesitated, then placed a palm lightly on my groin. “Feels close to freezing.”
“Wait.” As I lay there, my neck soaked up the warm softness of her thighs. My eyes caressed the looming bottoms of her great breasts floating above me like twin moons, my cheek marked the tension beneath her warm belly skin and moved with the rhythmic pressure of her breathing. My ear eavesdropped on an argument between guts and pizza, a struggle marked by gurgles, squirty hisses, and long insistent rumbles like distant summer thunder. The stuff surging through her snaking bowels was so intense that I could swear I felt small pushes on her taut belly surface, like a baby kicking. Those deep-gut quarrels were too erotic to resist.
“Hmmm. Up to 98.6.” She bent forward to look at me over her mighty breasts, shoving them down far enough to press my nose. “Whoa! Now you’ve really got a fever!” Struggling one-handed with unfamiliar buttons, (jeans had buttons then) she opened my fly and snaked her fingers down my own much flatter belly to my pulsing cock. “I want to see it,” she whispered and tried to push my jockey waistband down under my balls.
“Ow! Use the leg opening.”
“Sorry; what about this funny overlap in the middle?” She fingered it and giggled.
“Doesn’t work as well. Hoo-ee!”
“Okay okay.” Obediently, she pulled my briefs aside and guided my cock free. “Ooh!” she said. “You’re really sure it’ll fit?”
“It’s what I hear.”
“Is that a drop of pee?”
“No there’s valves inside that switch over.”
“Yeah, I read about that.”
“It’s well, guys call it jisum, and if you don’t let go pretty soon you’ll see an awful lot more of it.” An extra-loud colonic fanfare made my cock jerk dangerously.
“Mellie, she’s my only friend the other girl no one will talk to.” (Where did Mellie come from? I thought, fighting for control.) “Mellie said it tastes salty and I said how do you know? and she said it’s fun to suck on boys and lick it.” She rubbed my shaft gently with one fingertip. “It sounded dirty when she said it, but now….” Her voice trailed off into a speculative smile.
Now what? At 18, we were still virgins in those days, and even my big brothers’ stories of their conquests were long on brag but short on practicalities. Finally, I said in a half-strangled voice, “Penny, are you as uncomfortable as I am?”
“Tell you the truth, I’m kinda scared.”
“Me too, I guess, but I meant clothes. C’mon: let’s get up.” Untangling gracelessly, we clambered off the couch. “Are you scared of, you, know, doing it?”
Penny shook her head. “I’m not drunk and feeling bad, as you so gently put it last night.”
“Yeah, but you’re still fertile.”
Another head shake. “I just finished, um, you know, monthlies, yesterday.” Penny looked at me directly, as if resolved to tell an uncomfortable truth. “I’m really scared you’ll wake up and see how ugly… see me as I am.”
I returned her steady gaze. “Let’s test it out.” I helped her out of the open dress and lifted the mighty bra off her arms. “My turn.” I stripped my golf shirt, kicked off my loafers, and dropped my pants suavely enough, but ruined it by nearly falling as I tried to get the pants off my ankles. Penny suppressed a giggle. Looking her in the eye, I shoved my briefs down past my erection and stepped out of them.
“Oh God.”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s still dripping.” Sinking quite gracefully to her knees, Penny whispered, “I want to see what Mellie meant.” And so she did.
And while she kissed my cock tip and licked around it, and pulled it, inch, by inch, between her curving lips, I looked down at the symphony of curves below me: the double arc of her big pink bottom, the twin torpedoes of her wagging breasts, the shallow parentheses of her sides above all, the swollen globe of her thrusting belly. Talk about the music of the spheres! As she moved her head back and forth to milk my shaft, her whole body followed and her stomach skin whitened as it pulled tight over her luscious paunch. Watching her gut strain rhythmically, I wondered if her navel would pop out; and as this erotic vision flashed by, her intestines erupted in a virtuoso solo a long, cascading arpeggio of burbling chuckles.
“Oh, God, Penny!” I pulled out of her mouth so suddenly that her lips popped audibly.
“Did that hurt?”
“No, but I almost couldn’t hold it.”
“Let’s go, then.” Rising, Penny lay down on the wide couch, spread her big shapely legs, and held out her plump arms.
It would be nice to report that our first lovemaking was a glorious communion, but we were virgins, as I said, and we frankly made a mediocre job of it. We fumbled and panted and giggled and slipped; but when we were finally through, Penny’s eyes shone.
“Did you, uh, make it?”
She grinned but shook her head. “Not quite; we’ll have to practice more.”
“Like our music.”
“VERY MUCH like our music,” she said emphatically.
We knelt facing each other on the couch, and I held her great hanging breasts in both hands. “God, you’re beautiful!” I was almost moaning.
Penny looked me in the eyes and started speaking softly. “I knew you must be out there someplace since I was twelve and realized I wasn’t just a temporary fat girl. I invented you when they sent me to the stout lady clothing section. I imagined you when they made me do push ups and play field hockey and the coach yelled at me and the skinny girls giggled in my face. I visualized you when the boys looked at each other and grinned and I sat by myself at dancing class in a dress like a friggin’ rain barrel. I didn’t know who you were or when you might show up, but I had faith someday you’d come.”
“Not much of a prince.”
“But close enough; I’ll take you!”
Rather than mumble some ‘aw shucks’ answer, I moved my arms up and held her silently.
* * *
On another night six decades later, Penny would sadly leave me behind; but between those life-changing evenings 60 years apart, I made her smile ten thousand times, I rolled with her in fragrant sheets, I swelled her belly triply great with babies, I played Bach and Schumann with her in soft summer twilights, and I paraded her through the world on my arm with public pride in my big round woman and grateful joy that I had found her.
I have written this short memoir for you in particular, because you belong to the happy few who know what shouldn’t be a secret: that the great-breasted, full-bellied women are the oldest tribe, that the fat ladies sing the lustiest songs, that the most abundant females are the sweetest in the hay, and that they have the biggest, truest hearts of all.

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This summer it will be hot

This is just the beginning. When I started writing it, I never imagined that it would be this big. So, this is only the first part .The beginning is slow, but I like it this way. i don’t like to rush into things. Enjoy!
The bell rang, announcing the end of another long and boring school year. Students flowed into the hallways. A tumult stood through all the school. The students shouted, laughed and talked loudly while walking towards the exit. The most impatient ran towards it.
A fourteen year old boy with long blond hair, falling on his shoulders and sad deep blue, almost sapphire eyes walked through the enormous crowd towards the school’s main doors, but he wasn’t paying attention to all the noise around. Iphone ear-buds plugged his ears and let him hear only the “Dark Water” track from an album named “Sheisinbyouin”. Jake liked this album. Together with “Cellblock” it was the ideal album for listening in school. It expressed perfectly all the boy’s thoughts about school. And it was right. What is school in the end but a combination of a prison and mental asylum?
Jake reached the exit and went out. The shift of atmosphere and feeling was immense. Vast, open spaces filled with light were much more better than the narrow, crowded and somehow gloomy school’s hallways. Everything looked brighter than usual under the midday rays of the Sun, shining from a light blue cloudless sky. A smile appeared on Jake’s face. He even removed the ear-buds from the ears and turned off the the music in order to enjoy the first day of summer. He took a breath of the warm air and all his being was filled by only one thought: Summer is here!
No more school for three months, no more disturbing and lousy classmates, no more old teachers, standing on the brink of total mental collapse, no more tests and what is the most important, no more physical education lessons with that fat teacher. At least for three months Jake can forget about all these things. He wished that he was older and finishing the twelfth grade and graduating from this place. But this is very distant future. He is only fourteen and he still got plenty of years to study in this place of wickedness.
Jake walked trough the little garden in front of the school and then when he reached the sidewalk, he turned left and went towards the city centre. From it he will go to the beach and then go along the lake’s shore north, to his house.
Xxx
It was a beautiful afternoon. The rays of the Sun were shining, reflected from the calm surface of the lake’s waters on Jake’s left. Small waves crushed onto the fine yellow sand of the beach. On the left stood palms, casting big shadows on the beach. Lush dark green bushes and smaller trees covered the ground between the tall palms. Sometimes a house appeared between the vegetation. They were the summer houses, that stood on the northern border of the city. Jake’s house was the last in their row, showing the town’s border on the beach.
Now these houses were empty, but after several days, life will fill them. Women will be skin dipping on the beach, children will be playing in low waters and during the night there will be a disturbing tumult of music, people’s shouts and sometimes sirens, that will disturb Jake’s sleep. The summer was the best time, summer was the worst time.
Jake looked ahead and saw that the process of inhabiting these empty houses had already started. An Asian boy about Jake’s age stood on the piece of beach in front of a two storey white house with black tiled roof. Jake get closer to him. The boy noticed him, turned in his direction and smiled. And something happened to Jake. His mouth went dry, he felt anxiety rising inside his stomach. And for the first time in years a smile appeared on his face. The boy looked Thai. He was of the same height as Jake, maybe slightly taller. His skin was slightly tanned and of an olive colour, typical for the people of South East Asia. The boy had short raven black hair and shining dark brown eyes. His large smile showed two rows of perfect white teeth. He was wearing a plain white shirt and short light blue shorts, which ended at the half of his thighs.
“Hi! I am Jake”-said the blond boy. For some reason he started a conversation, which was another thing very unusual for him.
“I am Chandra”-responded the Thai boy-”I am new here. Will stay at this town all summer.”
“This is great! We can spend a lot of time together”-said Jake at the same time thinking what made him some talkative. Never before Jake has spoken so well with someone. Apart from Jean.
“Yes! You live here?”
Jake nodded and pointed to the one story house ahead with the glass wall shining from the Sun rays.
“So, we are neighbours. That’s great. How old are you?”-asked Chandra.
“Turned fourteen three moths ago.”
“No way! Believe me or not, but me too. Strange coincidence, right?”
Jake nodded. He looked at the smiling boy, at his shining teeth and eyes and a thought crossed his mind and struck him like lightning. For the first time in his life he has a friend. Not a parasitic vampire leech, but a real one.
“What are you doing right now?”-asked Jake. He wanted to walk around with Chandra, to show him the town, to laugh with him.
“Nothing special”-said Chandra.
“Maybe we…”-Jake started, but a female voice from the house interrupted him.
“Chandra! Your stuff won’t go itself to the room”-it shouted.
“That’s my mom. Must go now. See you later.”-said the Thai boy, turned around and walked into the house. Jake looked at his relaxed walking, at his straight posture, at how the bottom of the shirt, resting on his buttocks, shifted while he moved, and felt something stirring in his underwear.
“Please! Not now!”-thought Jake. But his efforts were futile. Now there was a hard as iron boner in his pants. Jake started walking again. The hot erected member between the legs stiffened his movement. And every time the hot and slightly wet glans came in contact with the skin of the pubic area, the penis went harder. The boners were one of the things that Jake hated about puberty. They started half a year ago, at the same time when Jake started waking up with strange wet spots in the front of the underwear. Jake hated how boners appeared at the wrong time at the wrong places, in other words, everyday and at least once in an hour. He didn’t understand them. The penis was only an excretory organ, so why he goes hard and long for no reason?
Jake arrived at Jean’s place. It was flat, one storey house with white walls and a black tiled roof. One interesting thing about the house was the glass wall of the living room, opening to the lake. And Jake loved to relax on the coach, listen to Jean’s music and look at the lake waters and how they crash onto the beach.
Jake entered the house through the main entrance, took the blue sneakers off the feet and looked around. On the left side of the hallway a door opened into a room that can be called library. On the right there was the kitchen. Ahead there was the living room. Jake went into the kitchen. He washed the hands in the kitchen’s sink and then opened the fridge.
“Hi Jake!”-said someone.
Jake turned and saw Jean. It was his uncle, with whom he has been living for the last five years. Since his mom became a success in show business and forgot all about him. Jean was twenty five years old. He had short black hair and dark brown eyes. There was always a smile on his face. Especially when Jake was nearby. Jake knew that Jean loved him like no one in the world. Actually, Jean was the only person in the world that cared about him. Even when his own mother and father forgot all about his existence.
“Hi!”-responded the boy.
“So, how is school?”-asked Jean.
Jake took his grade paper from the front right pocket of his denim shorts and handed it to Jean. While Jean was unfolding the paper and looking at it, Jake took out some pineapple juice and sandwiches from the fridge and placed them on the table.
“Like usual”-commented the man, wearing a blue tie-dye shirt and blue jeans-”Straight A-s, apart from physical education.”
“The teacher is just unbearable”-said Jake.
“That Russian old fat guy? Boris or something like that?”
Jake nodded with the head and bit one of the sandwiches.
“Don’t worry about him. He is just another brick in the wall. I guess it’s because of his fat and psychopathic wife.”
Jake smiled.
“And who need PE anyway? It’s only for the macho ones, stuck in the emotional-territorial circuit.”
“The teacher says that it’s good for our health.”
“But for some unknown reason, people dealing with sports die at a younger age than all the rest. How about that?”
“Yeah”-said Jake. He took a sip of the yellow pineapple juice from the glass.
“I have some news”-said Jean-”Tonight I must go to work. I am Dj-ing at a local party, so I will return Sunday around twelve am.”
Jake nodded. Jean had a strange working schedule, but Jake was used to it. After all, his uncle was a Dj and a very good one. And also a music producer.
“I will spend a whole Saturday all alone”-commented the blonde boy.
“Yes! But this isn’t all. At Monday, your cousin will arrive. He will spend the whole summer with us. His parents will be on tour all summer long. First gigs after all. Do you remember Leo Jake?”
Jake shook the head left and right.
“Ah! Stupid me! You have met once and it happened ten years ago. Don’t feel nervous Jake. He is like you, only more cheerful. You will like him.”
“How old is he?”
“Fourteen. Believe me, he is nice. You will get along well together. And the last thing for today is that our new neighbours invited us for dinner.”
“The Thai ones?”-asked Jake with a curious voice. Jean’s words stirred again memories about Jake and made something stir in Jake’s pants.
“Yes! I spoke with them. They are very friendly and they have a boy of your age.”
“Chandra”-said Jake.
“You had already met him?”
“Yes! I think we are friends now”
“Now that’s great news! You need a friend.”
“But I have you”-said Jake. There were no signs of sandwiches on the plates and the glass with juice was almost empty.
“But you need also someone of your age. Of course I can talk with you about everything, but there are certain things that someone of your age will understand better than an adult.”
“Okay. I am convinced”-said Jake. He got up from the table and placed the dish and glass in the sink.
“An idea just passed through my mind. Why not to invite Chandra for a sleep over?”
Sweat covered Jake’s spine, a tight knot formed in the stomach, the mouth became dry and the penis went hard, so hard that it threatened to tear apart the white fabric of Jake’s underwear.
“ Why not?”-responded Jake. A wide smile covered his face. He was on seventh heaven now. It would have been total ecstasy, if not for the boner.
“I will propose it to Chandra’s parents during dinner. I must go and prepare for work. Have a good time”-said Jean and went out of the kitchen.
Jake wanted to jump from the news. He and Chandra together for a night. And why not for a whole day. They can talk, play games, walk around the city, listen to some music. So many possibilities to have fun together…
The blond boy went to his room with a noticeable tent in the pants and it went down only an hour after the talk in the kitchen.
Xxx
The evening was the most wonderful time in the city. The suffocating heat of the day gave place for the relaxing and peaceful chilliness of the night. Usually, at this time, after sunset the city becomes crowded. Local people and tourists walk down the beach, spend the time in the bars or go dancing into the clubs. But there were also some groups of people, that gathered together in the loneliest places of the town and enjoyed the quiet night ambiance. Jean and Jake belonged to the latter. When Jean didn’t need to go working, he and Jake spent the evening watching films, playing video games, listening to music or playing on the synthesizers. But today, it was their first evening, spent with the neighbours. And it went fantastic. Especially for Jake.
At the neigbhbours’ place, miss Pradesh served them authentic Thai food. At first, it seemed too spicy for Jake, but with time and lot of water, he managed to overcome the tongue burning spices. He was impresses by Jean, who showed no signs of affection by the intense levels of pepper in the dishes. During dinner, Jake sat next to Chandra and this made him feel both aroused and anxious. He wanted to talk to the Thai boy, but the presence of Chandra’s parents scared him. He was afraid of saying something inappropriate or bringing too much attention to his persona.
After having eaten dessert, Chandra’s parents and Jean left the living room and went into the kitchen. Jake looked at Chandra and smiled. The boy smiled back. And Jake felt how something started to straighten up between the legs as he looked at the beautiful smile of the Thai boy with crow black hair. Jake turned and looked straight into the kitchen. He could hear the conversation between the adults very clearly.
“I had an idea today. What if Chandra will spend the night at my place together with Jake?”-asked Jean.
Chandra looked at Jake with an expression of awe on the face. The next moment, Jake noticed how his Thai friend tried to cover the front of his shorts with the white shirt.
“He has one too”-thought Jake. At this moment, his own hard penis jerked the last time and turned into a hard as stone tower, immovable and unbreakable. With the peripheral vision, he saw how Chandra’s eyes sometimes shifted down. Instead of feeling ashamed, Jake became more aroused than before. He had a feeling that his member will either explode right now or tear the fabric of his underwear apart.
“This sounds wonderful! I have no problems with this. How about you my beloved husband?”-asked miss Pradesh. Her voice was calm, sweet and melodic.
“No. No problems at all. Chandra needs a friend, otherwise he will be totally sucked into cyberspace. It’s good to see him not in front of a monitor. And we have plans for tonight, so it’s just great that you offered it”-answered mister Pradesh with a deep, low and bassy voice.
“We’re planning to trance dance at this “Entheoreality” party”-explained miss Pradesh.
Jean giggled.
“All I can say is…see you there.”
“What do you mean?”-asked mister Pradesh.
“You will see on the place. I will go and tell to the boys the good news”-said Jean ad went out of the kitchen.
But the boys already knew the good news. And their minds weren’t the only thing aroused by it. When Jean came into the room, Chandra moved the chair closer to the table, in order to hide the tent in his pants. It was noticeable even under the shirt covering the light blue short shorts. Jake wondered why Chandra’s boner was so visible and felt good about wearing jean shorts today.
“Chandra! I have an offer for you. Would you like to stay at our place tonight?”
The Thai boy smiled and nodded. It was a sincere smile, but Jake saw some anxiety in Chandra’s dark brown eyes. And he knew the reason of it.
“Fantastic! I must go now. Have a good time!”-said Jean and left the living room.
The conversation in the kitchen started again, but Jake didn’t pay attention to it. He was looking at Chandra and paying attention at the changes in his body.
“It will be fun! Come on! Let’s go!”-said Jake. His mouth was dry. His heart pumped so hard, that Jake could hear its thumps in the ears. Hot perspiration covered his spine. The erect penis didn’t show any signs of getting down.
Chandra’s eyes shifted down and then up.
“I must go to my room and take a few things. Wait here!”-he said, than turned away from Jake , stood up and went in a quick pace away from the living room with the round table in the middle, filled with empty dishes and glasses.
Jake looked at the lake, reflecting now the rays of the full moon, from the window and then down at his pants. His breath stuck in the throat. The heart started racing at incredible speed again. All this time his zipper was opened, revealing his white underwear. But the most shocking was that Jake could see the head of the aroused penis stretching the fabric of the underwear. And it meant…
“He saw my boner! How embarrassing!”- thought Jake. But the embarrassment didn’t make him feel bad or ashamed. In fact, this knowledge only made his boner stronger. The glans penis demanded attention and sent waves of pleasure down the shaft and into the groin every time Jake thought about Chandra. Jake felt a strong urge to intensify the pleasure. Something inside him told that if he will stroke this aroused member, he will feel something heavenly and unforgettable.
The blond boy concentrated all his will and closed the fly. Then he got up, went into the hallway and then upstairs. He wanted to check out Chandra. Chandra’s room was in the far end of the hallway on the right. Jake entered it. He saw Chandra sitting behind the computed desk and looking at the black screen of the monitor. The front of his shorts was flat, but there was a little wet spot near the waistband. Jake quickly looked shifted his eyes at something else, but the effect already came. The semi hard penis went again into full hard mode.
“This is how you are taking some things?”-Jake broke off the silence.
Chandra looked at him.
“I am thinking what to take. But it seems I don’t need anything”-he said.
“How about a pajama?”-asked Jake. He looked around. Chandra’s room felt good and friendly. Light green wallpapers. A bed covered by a warm orange blanket and a blue pillow. A computer. No television. A wardrobe and a bookcase. And of course a window, opening to the road in front of the house.
“Well… I don’t sleep in pajamas…I sleep…nude…”-said Chandra with long pauses between the words. Everything looked calm in his shorts. But there was a firework show in Jake’s. From Chandra’s words his dick jerked. Jake felt a tiny droplet of sticky liquid appearing from the urethral orifice and forming a little wet spot on his underwear. If it wasn’t for his steel will, Jake would have started stroking his penis right now.
“I also like to sleep that way. But lets decide this question when the time will come”-said Jake. He wanted to get rid of all the thoughts about naked Chandra, about them sleeping naked together. Jake felt a desire to explore the pleasures of a boner, but not now and not with Chandra.
“You’re right. Let’s go then”-said Chandra and got up -”Lead the way Jake.”
Jake turned, went out of the room and then went downstairs, Chandra walked next to him on the left. Sometimes, Jake threw glances at Chandra’s shorts, especially at that wet spot. And from every single look at it Jake’s penis jerked and excreted little droplets of some fluid onto the underwear. Now all the fabric around the tip of the boner felt wet and sticky. And near the door, while putting sneakers on the feet and watching at Chandra’s groin, Jake felt a desire to caress the hidden soft parts of his friend.
Xxx
The chilled air outside the house helped Jake a lot with the problem in the pants. Also, it took all the thoughts away from his mind and replaced them with an almost meditative stillness. During the walk down the beach to his house, Jake enjoyed the night with the bright white full moon in the clear, star filled sky. To his right the dark waters of the lake crushed softly into the gray sand of the beach. The trees on the border of the beach moved slightly and their leaves rustled from the weak and fresh evening breeze.
Chandra walked on Jake’s left side. Jake looked sometimes looked at him and felt how the first signs of anxiety formed in the stomach. He guessed that Chandra felt that way too. And every time he started to feel heaviness in the groin, Jake looked at the lake and at the moon shimmering in its waters.
It took for the boys ten minutes to get to the place in a slow, relaxed pace. Jake opened the front door and let Chandra enter first.
“This is my place”-said Jake after entering the house and closing the door. Chandra was taking off the sneakers at this time and Jake used the chance to look at Chandra from behind. The curves of Chandra’s buttocks brought another erection for Jake as well as a compulsive desire to put touch them and then slid one hand between the thighs and stroke Chandra’s sweet and soft boyhood. In order not to bring attention from Chandra, who had already finished taking off the sneakers and to cast away the lusty thoughts, Jake bent and quickly removed his own footwear.
“What we will do now?”-asked Chandra.
“Lets go into the living room and think there”-said Jake and stood straight.
“And where is it?”
“There”-said Jake and pointed with the right hand ahead.
When Chandra entered the entertaining room, he gasped. The far wall was made out of glass and he could see the calm waters of the lake reflecting the moon from it. In the right part of the room, near the wall stood a big flat screen TV with two hi-fi speakers on both sides. A Cd player rested on one of the shelves beneath the TV.
Several meters away from the TV stood a large dark blue sofa. Between the sofa and the TV there was low rectangular wooden table. The left side of the room was empty with a long Cd shelve near one of the walls and it was all filled with CD-s. And there was a hallway in the left wall, leading to Jean’s and Jake’s bedrooms.
“Wow! This room is huge”-said Chandra – “It’s ideal for a home party.”
“I guess so. But I like to sit here all alone and look at the lake while listening to some music”-said Jake.
“And what music do you have here?”-asked Chandra and walked to the Cd shelve.
“It’s not very popular and I think you had never heard it before”-said Jake. He followed Chandra and tried not to look down at his buttocks.
“Can we listen to something?”
“No problem. But you choose the music.”
“What about some recommendations?”
“No recommendations. It’s more interesting this way”-said Jake. Now he stood left to Chandra.
“Okay. Lets see”-said the Thai boy and started looking at the CD’s.
The shelve wasn’t very high. Its upper end was at level of Jake’s upper abdomen. And because of this Chandra squatted a lot, giving Jake a lot of arousing views of his curves. Jake tried not to look at it too much in fear of losing control. When Chandra squatted, the shorts contoured his thighs and his buttocks so well, that it looked as if they were more of a second skin than clothes and this drove Jake’s member insane.
“Jake, where is the cover of this CD?”-asked Chandra.
Jake shifted the gaze away from the lake back to Chandra. And his mouth went dry. Chandra was still squatting, but he had turned towards Jake, revealing to him the bulge between his legs, contoured by the light blue material of the shorts.
“I don’t know. Maybe some bootleg”-answered Jake. His mouth was extremely dry, like the mouth of a person taking puffs of marijuana. He tried not to look down there, but his eyes always betrayed him and went too low.
“Okay. Lets listen to it too. I am ready”-said the Thai boy. He stood up and smiled. Jake smiled back, but his smile was a little nervous. He hoped that Chandra didn’t notice his curious stares at his groin.
“Here is some stuff I would like to listen to”-said Chandra and handles the CD-s to Jake. He had chosen only three. Jake looked at them. One was just ab unknown CD in a plastic case, while two others were just full-on albums. Not the best stuff in the collection, but they work well when you have the desire to dance.
Jake went to the Cd – player. Chandra followed him to the sofa and then sat on it. Jake squatted and put all the three Cd-s into the player. When one will end, the player will shift the discs inside and the next one will start playing. Before turning around, the blond boy took a closer look at the two Cd-s. On one Cd cover he could read nine names of psychedelic substances inside circles of different colours, while the image on the cover of the other reminded him of folded paper. A knowing smile crossed his face. At least one album will totally blow Chandra’s head, even if it belongs to the full-on genre.
The boy with long blond hair pushed the play button on the CD reading device, stood up and turned around. He saw Chandra sitting on the sofa with the one leg on the floor while the other one rested on the sofa with the knee close to Chandra’s chest. Thanks to this pose, Jake could see inside the right sleeve of Chandra’s shorts. And the view made his semi hard penis stood straight again. It hardened back so fast, that even the jeans rippled a bit and brought Chandra’s attention to Jake’s crotch. But Jake didn’t care at that moment. His eyes were fixed on Chandra. The view revealed him that Chandra wore no underwear. Also Jake could see a little of Chandra’s huddled scrotum. If Jake could see more, than he would have noticed the aroused shaft of Chandra’s dick.
Jake sat right to Chandra and only now he noticed how hard and strong was his hard on. He also noticed Chandra’s glances at the little rippling in the jeans, but he decided not the hide it anymore. Knowing that Chandra could see his erection made him more hornier. When the ambient prelude of the first album, composed from sounds of an equatorial forest and a long sample about ayahuasca, came to an end, a goal achieved form in Jake’s mind. He told himself that tonight he will touch the genitalia of his new friend. Jake didn’t know that Chandra was thinking about the same thing,
When the beat entered in the first track, accompanied by a throbbing bassline, acid sounds and a tribal flute, thoughts about sexual matters left the head of the boys.
Chandra was stunned by the music and Jake was smiling at the reaction of his friend.
“Wow! This is so good!”-said Chandra while bobbing his head to the rhythm-”Why had I never heard such music before. So trancing and driving. I just want to stand up and dance.”
“If you want to do it, do it”-said Jake.
“Only if you will join me. I don’t want to look like an idiot.”
“I am not a good dancer.”
“Neither do I, but I really want to dance…”
“And you’re afraid of dancing alone because it will look too stupid in your opinion”-finished Jake.
Chandra nodded.
“Let’s dance then”-said Jake and stood up from the sofa. He went behind it, to the open space of the room. Chandra followed his actions and went into a frenetic dance. Jake also started moving, but his movements were unnatural and robotic. He just couldn’t get into the groove. And it continued for awhile, till the end of the first album.
During the pause, when the Cd-s were switched inside the player, Chandra said to Jake in a heavy and tired voice:
“That was fantastic! Never heard anything like it before. Never danced so wild either. Come on Jake! Loose up a little!”
“I’ll try”-said the blond boy and made a little smile.
The second CD started and when the beat began, Chandra again made an amazed face.
“This is even harder than the previous one”-he said with wide eyes and a large smile on the red face, covered with face. Jake didn’t say anything. He also was amazed by the kick. He only had listened to this Cd once and on a portable player with ear-buds, not on hi-fi stereo sound system. Both boys started danced. And they danced like nobody is watching. Jake looked at Chandra, who was totally in the sound and beat. He was dancing with eyes closed and hands and feet moving in synchrony with the effects in the tracks. During the dance, Jake started to feel better and more at ease. Soon, he lost all sense of time. Only when the Cd ended, he understood that he danced with Chandra for an hour. He was all covered in sweat. His breath was rapid and heavy. The cheeks burned. The legs felt weak. The mouth was desert dry.
“Do you want something to drink?”-asked Jake the Thai boy. He looked more attractive now with sweaty black hair, red cheeks and large wet spots on the back and front of the shirt.
“Water. Only water”-answered Chandra.
Jake went into the kitchen, took two glasses from a shelve above the sink and a bottle of water from the fridge. While pouring water into the glasses, Jake thought about Chandra. Again lust and arousal crept inside him and turned on every neural cell of his brain. Jake imagined Chandra pulling down the pants and showing to him the wrinkled skin of the scrotum, gleaming with beads of sweat. The next moment he thought about how it would feel to slip the hand into his friend’s shorts and touch his wet and sweaty package. Jake’s penis stood hard like a monolith and its tip pulsated with pleasure. A kinky idea crossed Jake’s mind. He decided to tease Chandra and opened the zipper on his pants, revealing the top his tent with a little wet spot on the top. The he went back into the room.
Chandra was sitting Indian style on the wooden floor. His hair glistened with sweat. The wet parts of the shirt stuck to his body. When Jake came, Chandra looked at him and in less than thirty seconds something emerged in his shorts.
“Why the music isn’t playing?”-asked Jake. He squatted in front of Chandra and handled him the glass of water.
“I don’t know. I think the disc is corrupted”-said Chandra and then drank the water in big gulps. Jake meanwhile looked at Chandra’s shorts. The boner was impressive. Jake felt an urge to pin down Chandra to the floor and stroke his member.
“I will go and turn off the player then”-said Jake and stood straight. Before turning towards the TV, he noticed how Chandra’s tent jerked. It was too much for him. He will turn off the player and then he will get dirty with Chandra. He wanted it too much. His gonads wanted it too much.
The horny boy with blue eyes drank the water, put the glass on the low table, then walked to the player, bent over and turned it off. He wanted to turn around and look at Chandra before proposing the next thing, but the Thai boy overtook him. He walked behind Jake and crossed his arms around his waist.
“How about some wrestling?”-he asked in a playful tone and then dragged Jake. Feeling Chandra’s warm skin against his, feeling his warm breath against his neck, sensing his heartbeat through the spine made Jake feel like in heaven. But the most arousing thing was feeling his hard and hot aroused member on the left hip. It felt big and it really wanted some attention, if Jake could even feel it trough the material of the jeans and underwear.
Chandra dragged Jake around the table and then the blond boy decided to act. He shifted all his weight on Chandra. The Thai boy staggered and then fell on the sofa. His hold weakened. Jake slid down from Chandra’s arms, sat on the floor, then turned around. Now he was sitting with the feet propped against the butt. He was between Chandra’s legs. His head was on the level of Chandra’s lower abdomen. Chandra was on the sofa and he was breathing heavily. Sweat covered his forehead.
“You’re heavy”-he said in a weak and panting voice.
Jake didn’t notice Chandra’s comments. All his attention was focused on Chandra’s shorts with a tent, pointing to the boy’s belly. Especially, Jake’s attention was focused on the smell. A dense, musky and sweet odour emanated from Chandra’s groin. Since the first sniff at it, Jake was addicted to it. This scent intoxicated him, filled his mind with nothing but a desire to remove the shorts from Chandra and suck his hard member. Jake’s penis also reacted to this genital smell. From every sniff, it twitched, releasing little drops of pre-cum onto the underwear’s white fabric.
Jake placed the hands on Chandra’s knees and started moving them around. Slowly he moved upwards, taking the palms away from Chandra’s warm skin. Jake caressed the skin of his friend’s thighs only with the end of the fingers. By the euphoric stare of the Thai friend, Jake understood that he likes it a lot.
Jake moved very slow, moving the fingertips in circular motion, from the outer side of the thighs to the inner and then back to the outer. His fingertips caressed Chandra with the same softness, as of the summer breeze. Even without feeling the muscles of the thighs, Jake could sense how tense they were, waiting for the moment, when the fingers will reach the long iron hard member.
But Chandra’s couldn’t wait too long. When Jake finally reached the sleeves of the shorts and was ready to place the hands on their fabric, Chandra slipped down the coach, sat on Jake thighs, put the left arm around Jake spine and brought Jake body closer, so that their chests touched. His hard as stone and hot as a coal penis poked into Jake’s belly. Than he sent the right hand between their bodies right into Jake’s groin. When Chandra’s hand touched trough the jeans his huddled from arousal scrotum, Jake gasped, rolled back the head and squeezed the thighs. The feelings was the same as when someone tickled him, but far more intense. A wave of tingling warmth and pleasure spread through the body from the groin, raising every single hair on the arms and torso.
A kinky smile appeared on Chandra’s face. He moved his right hand up and pushed some fingers into the open zipper. Jake jumped and again squeezed the thighs, Now the pleasure was even stronger than before. Chandra’s warm fingers stroked his balls, sometimes a finger caressed the base of the aroused shaft. Every single stroke brought a wave of intense, electric and tingling pleasure, which went up Jake’s spine and turned on every cell of his body.
Jake also decided not to be in a passive position. He placed the right hand on Chandra’ buttock and then moved it between his legs. When it reached the Thai boy’s sack, filled with two enlarged testicles, ready for a release of their liquid content, the effect came in a moment. Chandra’s moaned, his head arched back and his thighs squeezed involuntarily. It was the ideal moment for an escape from Chandra’s hold, but the lust was too strong. Jake removed the hand from between Chandra’s legs, placed it at the base of his left buttock and moved it under the band of the shorts. Excitement grew inside Jake’s stomach together with the pleasant tension in the lower body as his hand travelled from from the buttock to the groin. Chandra’s skin felt silky soft and warm, as the milk for breakfast during winter. Jake’s hand climbed the Thai friend’s thigh and then descended into the valley between the legs. Now Jake could feel the intense sensual heat coming from Chandra’s rod. Finally he placed the palm of the hand on the boy’s hot, moist, pulsating glans. The fingers touched the silky smooth skin of the shaft. Also they felt the steel firmness of Chandra’s tool beneath its soft skin. Jake was impressed by how wide it felt. For Chandra, Jake’s warm hand was the last stroke. His back arched, he thrust the hips and an enormous load of hot and sticky semen covered Jake’s hand. The blond boy immediately removed the hand from Chandra’s short with surprise written on the face. But his actions weren’t too fast and a second load covered the fingers. Jake removed the hand from his ejaculating friend’s shorts and looked at it..The palm of his hand was covered in some sticky white liquid. Long threads of it formed between the fingers. It’s smell reminded Jake of detergent. And it turned him on. But Chandra’s liquid wasn’t the only thing that drove him mad at the moment. Feeling Chandra’s twitching member, squirting out the last drops of hot semen with the skin of the belly drove Jake closer to the point of no return. His thighs were tense. The top of his penis throbbed with intense pleasure and desired some stimulation. His heart raced with the same speed as after a heavy gym session. The skin felt warm and flushed.
When Chandra stopped squirting sperm he saw that Jake was waiting for the pleasures of an orgasm. He moved the fingers on Jake’s shaft and started stroking it trough the underwear. Jake closed the eyes and enjoyed the waves of pleasure passing trough his body and the the rising tension in the groin. Several strokes were enough. Jake closed the eyes and it began. For a short moment time stopped for Jake. The breath stuck in the throat. The electric pleasure gathered between the legs and the next moment his first conscious ejaculation began. With the first big load, an intense wave of warm euphoric and electric bliss spread trough all his body from the genital area. A big yellow light exploded behind closed eyelids. Jake moved back the head and thrust the hips. Then the penis twitched again and another wave of intense and inexpressible pleasure passed through the body. Jake felt as he was in a sea of pure awareness and its waves covered him in ecstasy from the feet to the head. The twitching of the penis became faster, but with every twitch it released less and less sperm. Also at this point, the euphoria of the orgasm subsided. And when the release of sperm finally stopped, Jake was in a relaxed state, feeling pleasant warm in all the parts of the body. His skin, covered by perspiration, felt like if it was surrounded by static electricity. Everything in the trousers was wet. The penis still stood rock hard, but it demanded no attention. There was no sex in Jake’s mind. For the moment.
“How was it?”-asked Chandra. He slid down Jake’s knees and now sat in front of Jake with the spine propped against the sofa and with the knees against the chest. Jake looked at Chandra’s bulge and again lust crept over his neural tissue. He wanted more. He wanted to try more radical things. He wanted to see Chandra naked, to feel his cock and balls in the hands once more, to feel it in his mouth. But now, the only thing he could see was parts of the scrotum through the sleeves of the shorts.
Chandra felt the same way. Looking now at the big wet spot on Jake trouser, which clung to Jake’s shaft, revealing a little of its flushed skin with prominent blue veins, made him feel aroused again and drove him mad with the desire to put a hand between the legs and to stroke his own tired member, which was coming back again to life.
“I have never felt something like this before”-answered Jake wiping the hand from Chandra’s sperm against the black shirt.
“What do you mean? You never had experienced an orgasm before?”-asked Chandra with a a bewildered voice.
Jake shook the head left and right.
“I don’t believe you. Have you at least tried masturbating?”
“Mast…what?”-asked Jake.
“Masturbating”
“Never heard that word before”-said Jake and got up on the feet.
“Okay!”-said Chandra, feeling excitement arousing in his belly-”Do you know what is that liquid on your hand, shirt and in your pants?”
“It’s the same thing that you can find on the underwear in the morning sometimes”-answered Jake. He felt a little stupid, but it didn’t bother him too much. He was never interested in these things anyway. Until today.
“Okay, you know at least something. Do you know what an erection is?”
“It’s when the penis becomes hard.”
“We’re making progress. From this we will begin”-said Chandra. In his mind, he felt extremely excited. He will show him the basic things and then they will go further. It’s just matter of time now.
“Can we talk about it later. I want to take a shower right now”-said Jake.
Chandra smiled.
“Shower is a nice place for these kind of talks”-said the Thai boy.
Jake understood the meaning in these words. A kinky smile spread across the face.
“Lets go the bathroom”-said the blond boy.
The boy went across the living room towards the hallway, leading the the bedrooms, bathroom and the studio.

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Playing Doctor Ch. 2

Thank you all for the encouraging words in the first chapter and apologies for the cliff hanger.
These are mostly second drafts I’m posting so I can form a complete story by the end, so again, I would appreciate any constructive criticism and/or suggestions.
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Lessons From My Cousin, Part 2

Part 2
I awoke the next morning to my alarm ringing loudly as I quickly silenced the ringing clock. Checking on whether the two other girls in the room had been disturbed from their sleep, I immediately noticed that Leslie was still in Laura’s bed and they were both still out of it. “Boy,” I thought, “it’s a good thing that I’m headed down stairs because if Momma had come in and seen this pair and Leslie being naked and all, well there would be hell to pay.”
I silently crept out of the bedroom and slipped downstairs and into the kitchen and was my Momma ever surprised to see me. I told her “Good morning” and asked her what’s for breakfast and she curiously asked why I was up so early. I told her that we had gone to bed early and I was the first one up and I would make sure the others were up as soon as I got something to eat. Glancing at her watch, she said that she had to get going and rushed out to the garage and on her way. Daddy had long ago left and as the garage door made it way back down, it gave the signal that the coast was clear so I ran back up the stairs to the bedroom.
As I approached the door, I heard them talking in soft voices like last night so I came to a stop right outside the closed door. Listening intently, I heard Leslie say, “No Kristy didn’t hear us last night. She was asleep now lay back and enjoy it.” I heard the bed squeak and then I heard Laura moan. I got that feeling back in my crotch and as I slowly opened the door a crack, I looked in and saw Leslie’s body on the outside of the covers with her hand down on Laura’s crotch.
She was rubbing on the outside of Laura’s pajamas as my sister’s head rested on the pillow with her eyes closed. Her chin was up in the air and she was biting down on her lower lip. Leslie was telling her something in a low voice that I couldn’t make out but Laura said, “Uh huh,” in response. Her legs widened out as her hips rose slightly.
“That’s it,” Leslie was saying to her, “doesn’t that feel good. Pick up your top and let me see you play with your titties a little.”
Laura obeyed the instructions as she reached down and pulled up her pajama top and gathered it around her neck line and then with one of her hands, she started caressing her own nipple. It must have felt wonderful because she arched her back as she bit down on her lower lip again and moaned even louder than she had the first time.
Leslie glanced over at the door and noticed it open a bit. She looked hard at who was on the other side and then smiled and told Laura, “Shush, do you want to bring Kristy back up here?”
Leslie looked at the slightly opened door again and gave it a big smile and moved her hand up to the waistband of Laura’s pajamas. Laura told her, “Oh no Leslie, it’s too dangerous to put your hand in there. What would happen if my sister was to come back up?”
Pressing her hand downward until it rested right on her naked crotch under the pajama bottoms, Leslie said, “Don’t worry, I’ll hear her come up the stairs if she comes but I don’t think that she will and besides, it’s no big deal if she sees us is it?”
Laura was too busy to hear her last statement as she was feeling the sensation of have her bare pussy rubbed and Leslie’s finger make it way up her slit. When it found her clitoris, Laura jerked her body upward and cried out in a muffled scream of ecstasy as she felt Leslie’s magic finger do its thing.
“Oh my God,” Laura exclaimed. “Oh Leslie, it feels so good. Do it some more to me.”
Leslie complied and Laura arched her back once again as she started to orgasm all over her bed. Leslie’s hand was buried inside of her pajamas as the bulge at the crotch was moving like a blur. Laura was over the top with her release and was twisting her poor nipple with the hand that was fondling it. Her chin was pointing straight up in the air and she was not breathing and then, in a one loud grunt, she exploded into a massive orgasm that rattled the windows.
Leslie glanced over at the door again but she wasn’t smiling like she had before. She had a serious look on her face like she was ready to explode also and her hand was feverishly rubbing Laura’s crotch. My mouth was wide open and I had the strangest yearning to rub my own crotch standing outside my bedroom. I was starring right at Laura’s crotch as Leslie hand was rubbing it and I didn’t give a darn who could see me as I opened the door just a little bit more.
“GOD LESLIE, OH LESLIEEE, OH GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD!” she screamed.
Leslie yanked out her hand from between Laura’s legs and rushed it to her mouth. I could almost smell Laura’s odor from way over at my position but as I looked on, Leslie took it into her mouth and started to clean it off. I couldn’t watch this anymore so turned around and headed back down the stairs. My knees began to shake and I almost fell down the stairwell I was so excited. But when I finally got to the kitchen, I sat down in a chair and continued to catch my breath. I smiled to myself and took a deep breath.
I fixed bowl of cereal for myself was in the process of eating it when the pair of lovers came down the stairs to join me. Laura was still wearing her pajamas and Leslie had on a terry cloth robe. Both looked at me rather peculiar but Laura’s face was red and flushed.
“About time you two got down here,” I said.
“Yeah, we just now woke up,” offered Laura.
I glanced at Leslie but she was looking the other way and would not meet my gaze. After awhile I caught her eye and gave her a wink and she just smiled a little. I put my bowl in the dishwasher and told them that I was going up to take a shower and get dressed and that I would see them in awhile. As I walked back up the stairs, I heard Laura whisper to Leslie, “I don’t think she knows anything, do you?”
“Naw,” Leslie responded.
I went into the bathroom carrying a change of clothing and a towel and closed the door behind me. I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered when my breasts would get bigger and start feeling like a woman instead of a skinny 12 year old. I removed my night gown and was looking at my tiny boobies when the door opened a crack and then fully and in walked Leslie.
I instinctively covered my chest with my arms and looked at her through the mirror. She walked up behind me and placed her hands on my bare shoulders, looking into my eyes all the way. She lightly caressed my skin with her hands and then slowly moved them down to the tie that kept her robe around her. Pulling on it gently, it opened up and fell apart exposing her naked body to my gaze. She scooted up close behind me and I could feel the heat from her bare body rubbing up against me. As I stood there is just my panties with my arm over my young chest, I could feel my own heat start to grow.
She traced her touch down each of my arms from the shoulders to my wrists, barely touching my skin and then, taking my arm in one hand, she pulled it off of its place over my chest and guided it down to my side. I watched in horror as I saw my own bare chest make it presence known. My cheeks turned a little red but I did not move my arm back up for cover.
Her hands went up my tummy to just below where my two little mounds were forming and then she touched my nipples with the back of her knuckles. The sensation was mind blowing as they each stiffened up like pebbles. My face became flush as I fought for my breath and my eyes started to water. I took in a deep inhale as I alternated my gaze between Leslie’s hands and her face. She was smiling a seductive smile and it made me shiver with dread and anticipation. I knew it was wrong but it felt so good.
She turned her hand over and rubbed each of my nipples with the palm of her hand. Ever so lightly I felt her hand touch and stimulate my pebbles. In a moment, her touch became a squeeze and my eyes closed involuntarily to the sensation to only reopen when the sensation changed and I felt her touch go back down to my tummy again. As it reached down to my cotton briefs, I felt a strange jolt emanate out of my crotch as my knees began to buckle and a sight moan escaped my lips. My face became flushed and my eyes grew wider as I watched her hand go down over my panties and I felt a pressured touch on my private area. My knees again started to give way as my mind began to blur.
I watched as her finger went down between my legs and I could feel it as it entered my junction. It felt so amazingly stimulating that I wanted to pee right then and there. I bowed my hips backward as her finger continued to press forward and another moan came out of my open mouth. I looked up into Leslie’s eyes and I saw the confidence of someone who knew what she was doing plus she gave me a quick smile and a nod of her head. I relented to her touch and closed my eyes to enjoy it.
I felt her finger drag along my slit and I jumped and squealed when it touched my node. I felt for the first time the wonderful sensation of having my clitoris touched by someone and I knew why everyone craved the contact. It felt so absolutely great that I cried out and bent down at the waist only to straighten back up and press my hips forward for another caress. My eyes were still closed and my mind was anticipating her next move. But when I felt her hand go up to the top of my panties and insert itself down the front, they sprang back open and a look of horror came over my entire face.
As her hand made its way down as far as it would reach, I knew that she had felt my poor little growth of fuzz that I like to call my pubic hair and my face turned an instant color of red. I glanced up to her eyes and they gave me a reassuring look that told me that it was alright. She wasn’t making any judgment and this was to be just for me so I once again closed my eyes and enjoyed her fingering touch.
As it made its way up my slit, I had the uncontrollable desire to return the favor to the aggressor so I slid my hand back to find her hairy crotch and when I did, started duplicating her every move. She moaned in my ear as she opened up her stance and started moving her finger in rhythm with my own. We were both starting to get heated when there came a knock at the door and a voice asking what was going on. Withdrawing her hand in a flash as I pulled my touch away from her slit, she quickly took a step backward to allow some air to get between our two sweaty bodies.
“Nothing,” she managed to say as I grabbed up my things and headed towards the opening door, foregoing my desperate need for a shower to get all of the sexual odors out from between my legs. I hurriedly walked out of the bathroom as Laura walked in and she stopped to watch as I went straight to my closet. The only piece of clothing that I had on was my panties and I never walk around in just my underwear. Laura took one look at me going and then back to Leslie and asked, “What was going on in there anyway?”
Leslie told her nonchalantly, “Nothing, I was just getting to know my cousin that’s all,” and walked over and turned on the shower. “Are you going to join me?” she asked, changing the subject.
Laura must had taken her up on the offer because after I got dressed and went back down to the kitchen they were up there for nearly 45 minutes doing whatever they were doing and when they finally came down the stairs, the both seemed rather satisfied with themselves and they were walking and touching each other just like back in school when a boy asks a girl to go steady.
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Right after lunch, the clouds started to build up and Laura and I knew that it meant that it was going to rain by mid-afternoon so we had better make some plans that required the indoors. I suggested that we play a board game but Laura deflected her choice to Leslie. Our cousin thought for a second and then a great big smile crossed her face.
“I know,” she said all enthusiastically. “Let’s stay in the house and play “Follow the Leader”.
We looked at each other with a questioning look in our expressions as Leslie’s face grew more animated.
“Haven’t you ever played it before?” she asked. We both shook our heads “no” as Leslie continued to explain. “It’s simple,” she said. “One person is the leader, I’ll start out, and then one of you will have to do exactly what I do and the third one does what the second one does. If you don’t then you have to sit out as the other one continues to play. We have to have something to play for, I don’t know, having to do something embarrassing in front of the other two. Let’s say the first person that doesn’t do exactly what the leader does is the loser and has to do whatever the leader tells her. Okay?”
We looked to each other for help but didn’t find anything like it in the eyes of the other. After this morning with a session with Leslie, I felt a foreboding deep inside my gut but was too afraid to tell them. Laura must have felt the same but kept her mouth shut so, with no objections, Leslie said, “Good. This will be fun! Okay, starting NOW!” and started running into the living room of the big farm house.
Laura followed and I brought up the rear as we tried to imitate every action that Leslie would make. She trotted along and occasionally would roll over a sofa and skip over a table. Then as she ran down the hallway, she made a detour into our parent’s room and into their bathroom. We weren’t supposed to be in there and we knew it but neither of us wanted to be the first one out of the game so we continued to follow the lead of our cousin.
Suddenly she stopped at our parent’s dirty clothes hamper and, opening the lid and picking through their dirty clothes. She picked out a pair of ladies panties and brought them up to her nose and took a deep breath in, right at the crotch. Then handing them along to Laura, she turned and watched her follow her actions to a tee.
Then it was my turn so I took them into my hands and placed the crotch of Momma underwear right over my nose, inhaling a breath of foul smelling odor that caused me to almost want to gag. I quickly threw them back into the hamper and closed the lid as the leader skipped out of their room and back down the hall. The sensation of smelling my mother’s underwear would not leave my mind as I continued to smell the essence of her panties in my nostrils and my mind drifted back to this morning and experience I had with Leslie.
She made the turn up the stairs and took a big heap upward, taking three steps at a time until she reached the landing and hopped on one foot towards our room. When she arrived, she started pulling off the shirt that she was wearing as Laura and I stopped and wondered what to do next. Laura unfastened the buttons to her overalls and started to duplicate the leader’s actions so I did the same. Soon Leslie was unfastening her bra and, letting it fall off of her gorgeous breasts and off of her arms, throwing it with of her fingertips to land on the floor.
Laura followed suit so I, in all of my embarrassment, did likewise. My breasts were so small compared to the other two that I felt like a kid standing there in front of them. Laura at least had something up there to compare with Leslie’s but I felt very self-conscious having my sister and my cousin see my tiny little protrusions. But when Leslie’s hands went down to the top of her skirt and opened it up for removal, I began to feel very uncomfortable.
Leslie expertly stepped out of her skirt and her fingers went up to the waistband of the thongs that she was wearing. Laura had just stepped out of her overalls and was looking on in just her cotton panties. I was just a second behind Laura with a look on my face that was full of dread. I knew that I should have objected to playing this game but I had a sense in my gut that allowed, no, demanded it to happen, so as I felt my cheeks start to flush, my own hands went up to the top of my panties and I waited for my sister’s next move.
Leslie slowly started her thong down over her thighs as the wet part got caught up in between her two lips. But when it gave way to the forced gravity and cleared her knees, she stood back up and let them fall to the floor. I watched them come off of her wondrous crotch and I almost choked on my own saliva as I drooled over the sight. My breaths were coming in a halting fashion as I could not take my eyes off of that beautiful crotch of my cousin, but when I noticed the movement of my sister removing her panties, I too, started my hands down to expose to the others, the dusting of pubic hair that I had grown to this stage.
I could feel my cheeks flush as I felt the scrutiny of four eyes examining my sparse little pubic mound but when I heard Leslie’s voice comment, “Not bad Kristy.” And “Way to go Laura,” I knew that my cheeks turned a bright red. I don’t know why it was so embarrassing for me. Leslie had just paid me a complement upon seeing what I had under my overalls and I should have been proud of it. But somehow I longed to have a body like she processed and I wondered if she knew just how lucky that I thought she was.
Leslie walked to the closet that she had hung up her clothes in and pulled out a dress and pulled it over her head. Laura went to her closet and I went to mine and we each followed suit. I picked out my favorite yellow sundress and Laura took out a mini-dress with short sleeves that clung to her body like a glove. Leslie was wearing a strapless little thing that barely covered her bare butt and as soon as she had her chicks behind her, she took big exaggerated steps back down the hall towards the stairs. I instantly noticed the breeze that came up my dress and felt a sudden sense of freedom and fun that I had been promised.
The naughty realization of being totally naked under my sundress made me smile with appreciation as I followed the person that I was beginning to not only understand but respect for her boldness and daring and I think that Laura was feeling the same as I noticed her picking up the front of her dress just a little higher than Leslie and I and twirling around a little faster just to see how far her hem would fight out. I was beginning to enjoy the sensual thoughts that were creeping into my mind as I wondered what was next from our leader.
She sat on the first step and scooted on her butt all the way down the steps on the hardwood flooring and then turned to enjoy the view of Laura as she duplicated her descent. Laura’s dress came up around her butt and exposed her crotch to Leslie’s hungry eyes and when she had stopped, Leslie was there right in front of Laura and put her arms around her. She pulled Laura close, trapping her skirt in between their bodies. Laura looked deeply into Leslie eyes as if to ask, “Well, what’s next,” and then stepped away, allowing her skirt to fall back down.
It was then my turn as they both turned to look up at my bumpy ride down the steps. They were looking directly up my sundress as it made it way up my legs to gather at my waist so when I managed to stop on the bottom step, my legs were spread and my dress was up to my tummy and I was panting like a dog. It felt so exciting to show off your private parts to my sister and my cousin that I almost wanted to run back up the stairs and do it all over again.
Laura stepped up to me and pulled me to my feet and pressed her body close to mine, trapping my skirt between our bodies. A funny look from my sister’s eyes gave me an impression that she was enjoying this game and then I felt a hand brush up against my inner hip and a voice whisper into our ears, “Nice skin Kristy,” and then Laura slowly released her grip on me..
I quit breathing I was so excited and yet embarrassed at the same time. Why did she touch me like that and how should I have handled it. “Oh God,” I thought to myself, “what’s happening to me?” I had no answer to my question but all that I knew was that I wanted it to happen again and soon.
Leslie had bounded away again, holding the hem of her dress up to her chest and spinning around. She loved to expose her pussy to us it seemed and I was beginning to enjoy showing off what little I had. Laura eyes were glassed over as she was breathing very heavily through her open mouth. When Leslie had made her way back into the family room, she plopped down on the rug with her legs crossed at the ankles and her knees spread out wide. She waited for us to join her and when we were settled, she raised the hem of her dress and put her hand right on her pubic mound.
Laura’s eyes grew wide as did mine as Laura began to object. “Oh no Leslie, not that.”
Leslie looked into Laura’s eyes with a stern warning, a look that meant, “Do you want to be the first one out?” Finally Laura’s hand started to move down between her legs as she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. I reluctantly followed my sister’s lead and lowered my hand down to rest it on my crotch and as I first felt the sensation of feeling my own fuzzy little lips, a slight moaned involuntarily escaped from my lips.
“Now let’s see if you were paying attention to yesterday morning’s demonstration,” she said with a smile on her face. “Can you find your clitoris?”
I closed my eyes with shame as I stuck out my middle finger in search for the little button hiding under the light colored hood. It took but a second to feel the jolt of electricity run through my body as I rested my finger right on top of it. I knew the tingling from my earlier time with my cousin so the second touch felt even more delicious as I started massaging around it with my finger and soon I was rubbing it with enthusiastic strokes. It felt so good and so naughty to be rubbing myself in front of two other girls, but when I opened my eyes just a second to look at the others, I saw Laura’s hand was down between her legs in a blur and Leslie’s was pumping her finger into her opening.
I closed my eyes once again to enjoy the solitude of the moment when I heard Leslie voice interrupt it just as I was feeling so good down there. I opened my eyes as did Laura and we saw Leslie lay back on her back, raise her hips into the vertical position with her hands bracing her hips and spread out her legs as wide as she possibly could. Laura reluctantly followed the leader just as I was about to object but thought better of it and watched with anticipation as my sister’s skirt fell down to her chest exposing her entire bare crotch to me. I wondered what to do but then I, disappointedly, followed suit.
“Now girls,” Leslie instructed us, “bring your legs all the way down over your head and place your knees on the floor.”
We did as we were told and soon realized that we were in the most awkward position imaginable. Leslie continued by instructing, “Now hold that position and I’ll go around you. When she had positioned herself right at Laura’s butt, she said, “Now I’m going to touch you so don’t be surprised.”
I was in an awkward position to see exactly what went on but I could hear Laura’s groans and shrieks as Leslie did whatever she wanted to her with her in that position. My fears continued to grow as I waited for my turn and after what seemed like an eternity, I suddenly felt the touch of a hand go down to my wide open crotch.
I closed my eyes and felt terribly embarrassed at the touch but soon began to feel the sensation that was intended as my legs managed to spread out a little more. She was rubbing her finger deep into my slit and alternating between rubbing on my spot and probing my opening. Then I felt it go down to my butt hole and I jerked away from its pressing explorations. I was almost ready to object when I felt a wet, smooth object make it way from my butt up to my clitoris and it felt like a tongue. “It was a tongue! It was Laura’s tongue! She just licked my entire pussy with her tongue and now I had to do the same to Leslie!”
I rolled back down to a sitting position and looked at first into Laura’s eyes and then Leslie’s. Laura looked like she wasn’t even there and Leslie’s look was like nothing that I had ever seen before. It looked like she was crazed with desire, like she had lost al control over her thoughts and motions. I began to fear that I had gotten myself into something that I was regretting already. Leslie smiled at me and lay back down and rolled her hips up. Placing her knees down around her head and seperating her legs as far apart as she could, she waited for me to approach her.
I slowly did but knew that I could not go through with this. I placed my hand down on her open pussy and ran my finger up her slit and touched her clitoris. She moaned her enthusiasm as she wiggled her hips just a little. My finger went down to her opening and I stuck it inside of her and then I placed it on her butt hole. I tried to force myself down with my tongue to follow Laura’s last procedure but I just couldn’t make myself. Try as I might, I couldn’t do it. I stood up as Leslie rolled to a sitting position, panting like a dog in heat and looking very angry and disappointed.
“That’s not what I did to Laura!” she barked. “I licked her pussy and you didn’t lick mine. You will lose if you don’t lick mine right now.”
I looked down at my hands gather in front of my crotch as they smoothed out my best summer dress. Slowly I looked into Leslie’s eyes and said, “I just can’t Leslie. I’m sorry but I can’t. It seems so dirty that I just can’t.”
She got red in the face as she spit out the words, “Then you lose. Now you will have to do something embarrassing in front of both your sister and me.” She got up to her feet and stormed out of the room. I looked over at Laura and she was looking at me. “I’m sorry that I made her mad but I just couldn’t make myself lick her down there. I just couldn’t,” and broke down into a tension releasing sob. Laura came over and put her arms around my shoulders to comfort me as she whispered, “It’s alright now.”
Continued in Part 3

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Fun in the dorm showers :)

This story happens at present moment in Gr9 high school. I am in no way gay at all but had a certain kind of crush on this boy in my year.
We walked into our boarding house dorm room just school finished; we began to take our bags out of our locker to get changed for sport. This was a usual event which happened nearly every day as we both have quite a hectic sports schedule. We both play rugby and were in the same team so always changed together and chatted while we were getting changed about life and girls. James was not a big boy at all, average size but boy was he hot. He had blonde curly hair, smashing blue eyes that you could get lost looking into and a perfect hairless body which was tanned to perfection in a golden skin tone. He was not very developed in terms of puberty and I loved that. He didn’t have armpit hair or a deep voice but claimed to have ball hair, but i wouldn’t know because i had never seen him naked and was hoping though that I could soon.
We were changing and i would wait and change very slowly on purpose so that i could see him take his top off so i could stare at his beautifully chiselled 6 pack which i could imagine shooting my load all over and i would slowly get a limp boner in my boxers just thinking about it. He then removed his pants and i could see his whole hairless body, i could make the outline of his relatively small dick in his boxers, my cock was now raging and standing at full salute.
I sat on the floor to put on my socks and boots and he did the same. He sat with his legs wide open and because of this I could he his perfect hairless ball sack resting down the one side of his leg. I was ready to blow my load right there and then. His ball sack was normal size, mine was bigger, but i couldn’t wait to one day have it in my hand as i fondled them. I could sit there staring at his sack the whole day but i had to make it look as unsuspicious as i could. I would just make sure he wasn’t looking at me while i was looking at it. I don’t know what he would say if he caught me peeking. We left off to our rugby practice
After practice had finished went back to the dorm room and started talking and before we knew it everybody was gone to dinner and to do their homework except us. I took all my clothes off except my boxers and walked around. I did this because i knew that he would follow and do the same as me and it just gave me more time to stare at his perfect body. As normal we left to go shower. The shower cubicles were made of a hazy glass so you could still barely see through them. I had never seen his dick before but decided today would be the day couldn’t wait anymore, i had built up such a mental image and had to see if it would live up to my expectations. I was in the cubical next to him and i slowly started peaking around the glass into his cubical.
I stared at his beautiful bare naked ass; i just wanted to shove my cock into his tight virgin ass. He suddenly turned around and noticed me starring. Thoughts of “oh shit, what do i do know” were running through my head except the situation had a turn of events. i got an unexpected response, he started smiling at me and then out of the blue he turned around reveling his perfect cock to me, jsut as i imagined. I took this as a sign and wouldn’t dare waste the opportunity. I jumped out of my shower and join him in his. This was my dream come true so of course i leaped at the opportunity.
When i jumped into the shower i Now had a raging boner but as i walked into his cubical, i was also greeted by his 5 inch long cock. Mine was 5 ½ inches long so it was a little longer but also mine was a lot thicker than his. I didn’t really know what to do now so i left the first move up to him. He slowly got onto his knees and slowly grabbed my dick with his right hand and with his left he felt my balls, he wanked my cock up and down for a while until i was ready to try something new. I took his hands off my cock and balls and grabbed his head. I pushed my cock into his now open mouth. the feeling was heavenly. He sucked and he sucked and then i grabbed his head running my hands through his silky blonde curly hair, i began to bob his head back and forth over my cock with my hands. This was a feeling of pure bliss.
After about another minute of this i couldn’t take it anymore, i felt my cock begin to throb and the vein that run along the underside off it suddenly filled with cum and it shoot out down his throat. He choked a little but managed to take it all down except for a little but that was on his lips, he then preceded to lick his nice pink lips taking down every little last drop of my juice.
I
lifted him up and did the same as he done for me because it was only fair to return such a great favour. After we had both blown our loads, we stood there in the water spraying from the shower with our cocks touching each other. I asked him if he wanted to try something different. I said lets take it to the next level. He hesitated at first but gave in to me and my promises of pleasure.
I grabbed him by his thighs and walked him out of the shower. There are benched in the middle of the shower room for us to put our things on. I bent him over on one of these benches. I grabbed some shampoo i had just used to wash my hair a few minutes ago and lubed up his amazing ass. I warned him that this might hurt but he said he was up for it. I rubbed my finger in between his firm as cheeks making sure that it was ready and boy was it ready. I then lubed my dick. I was ready
I then began to push, and the head of my cock popped into my virgin hole. he grunted and moaned, but I kept pushing. I began to move faster in and out of his ass, he was letting out cries of pain and i could see tears in his eyes when he turned back to look at me but then as soon as the pain had come his pain turned rapidly to pleasure. Once i was inside him, i proceeded to spread his legs. Obviously he and i had both never done it before .Clumsily at first; he too began to thrust his hips back and forth too. I fucked him faster and faster. As i did you could hear sound of my ball sack slapping up against his ball sack which was hanging just below his ass. I was repeatedly in and out of his ass until I couldn’t hold it and more, my cock started throbbing and I blew my second load into his tight ass.
We heard someone coming and we both suddenly got a fright, i pulled my cock out of him and jumped back into my still running shower, he did the same in the cubical next to me.
After we had washed up and cleaned our selves, i then told him we could pick this up later. I could see the excitement in his eyes . Round two here we come

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Stories from Davis Hall 2: Lynn’s New Home

First off, I’m not sexually attracted to woman, so this is my attempt at a girl+girl story…please don’t rip it to shreds!!! As far as the story goes, this one is focused on Lynn as she starts her new life in Seattle….have fun and happy cumming!!

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Chapter 2 – Ryan & Nate

A direct continuation of the last story. Sorry to disappoint, no sex in this one xD Hey, there can’t be sex in everything right? Don’t worry though, there’ll be plenty of it in future chapters. This is a set up chapter for the rest of the story, and since I’m a guy who appreciates plot and development over random sex scenes thrown together, this is what ya get. Hope you like it though 🙂
——————————————————————————————–[TWO DAYS LATER]
I felt weird. The past few days had crept by very slowly as I kept mulling over the events of two days ago, with my friend Nate. After his dad had gotten home, I’d left for my own house to give them some time to themselves. Nate had called since then, but we hadn’t discussed what had happened. My feelings on the matter were very confused. One the one hand, I loved what I had done. I’d gotten to suck off my crush. How many people can say that? On the other hand, the situation risked making my friendship with Nate go stale, something I really didn’t want.
I sighed and rolled over to my side. A new feeling was rising in me at the same time. Desire. Not sexual desire, per say, but desire to be with him. It was a pipe dream though. He had a girlfriend. Even if he was bi, which I was beginning to think he is, he would not give up a perfectly good girlfriend (and one he could get so much action with, at that) for a guy.
“Gah!” I sighed, rolling back on to my back.
The whole situation, combined with all the feelings churning inside of me, was making my head hurt. But that was all cleared away when my phone rang. I knew who it was without even looking, and the thought of talking to him brought a smile to my face.
“Hey dude.” Nate’s voice came from the other end of the phone when I picked it up.
“Hey.” I replied. “Need something?”
“Yeah, I think we need to talk. Can you meet me at the duck pond in the park in like fifteen minutes?” he asked, his voice unusually serious.
My heart began racing in my chest with uncertainty, “Yeah, I guess so. Is something wrong?” I asked.
“I’ll explain when we’re there. See you in fifteen.” he said, and then he hung up.
Now I was nervous. He sounded so serious. Was he angry? Did he finally want to talk about what happened the other day? I couldn’t decide what was going on, so I shoved the thoughts aside as much as I could, threw my shoes on, and ran out the door. Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting next to him on a park bench, overlooking the duck pond.
We sat in awkward silence for several minutes, though it seemed like an eternity, before I finally broke the ice.
“So..uh…what was it you needed to talk about?” I asked him.
He remained silent for a few more seconds, sighed, then spoke.
“Its about Olivia. We got into a fight yesterday. I said some things I shouldn’t have. She broke up with me.” he said solemnly.
I didn’t know whether to feel relieved that we weren’t talking about the other day’s events, or sad that he was in turmoil over the loss of his girlfriend. To top things off, I was at a loss for what to say.
“What did you say to her?” I asked, trying to prod for more information.
He looked away for a moment, “Called her a cunt. She wouldn’t stop arguing with me. Kept saying I wasn’t a very attentive person and that I needed to ‘listen to my girlfriend more often’. I couldn’t control my frustration. It just slipped out.” he explained.
I nodded my head with sympathy, “So, she just left?”
At this, he let out a weak chuckle, “Well, yes, after she slapped me.” he said.
I sighed and stayed silent for a moment before replying, “Geez, I’m sorry dude… I don’t know what to say.” I told him.
“Ryan, can I ask you something?” he suddenly blurted.
“Well, sure. What is it?” I replied, trying to keep a sympathetic tone of voice.
“Do you think I’m a bad person?” he asked, looking slightly away again.
At this I laughed. Probably harder than I should have. It drew a confused and slightly annoyed look from Nate.
“What’s so funny?” he barked.
“Of course I don’t think you’re a bad person, Nate!” I nearly shouted, still in the process of laughing. “So you called your girlfriend a cunt. Probably not the best choice of words, but you’re not the first dude to do that. It doesn’t make you a bad person.”
“That’s not all I meant.” he grumbled. “I mean in general. You know a bit about my past, after all.”
This took me back. Why was he asking this all of a sudden? Was his breakup with Olivia really affecting him this much? He did have a point though. He had a reputation in our school as a douche bag, and had been in trouble with the law over underage drinking, but I never thought anything differently about him.
“No, I do not think you’re a bad person.” I repeated, emphasizing the point.
He looked up at me with his bright blue eyes, and I was immediately startled by the look he gave me. It was somewhat of a pout. His eyes were filled with sadness. I couldn’t understand why he was so saddened, but I figured it had something to do with the way he had talked to Olivia, and the things she had said about him right to his face.
I hated seeing him so sad and suddenly, impulse took over. I reached over and took his chin in between my index finger and my thumb and pulled him up to me, our lips meeting as we got close. At first he didn’t kiss back, but, at the same time, he didn’t resist me. I opened my eyes to examine his face, only to notice he was simply looking at me with a sort of saddened-shocked expression.
I pulled away for a moment and stared him right in the eyes. He looked at me, not speaking, for a good minute in a half, before leaning in and kissing me right on the lips. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, and before I knew it, we were making out passionately on the park bench.
After a minute or two, I pulled away. Confusion swirling through my being.
“Are you okay with this?” I asked him, uncertain.
He smiled cutely at me, “Yeah…I’m fine with it, actually.”
I returned his smile, and we were quiet for a few seconds, before he spoke again.
“The other day. When you….well, you know.. you told me you liked me. Is that the truth?” he asked, looking at the concrete walkway beneath our feet.
“Yeah.” I sighed, looking away in embarrassment.
“So, are you gay then?” he asked me.
I chuckled. He had a habit of being incredibly blunt.
“No, I’m not gay. I’m bi.” I replied, looking back in his direction.
“Well, wanna hear something I bet you never thought of? I am too.” he replied, half smiling at me.
Before two days ago, this revelation would’ve shocked the hell out of me. But now, it wasn’t so surprising. However, it was comforting.
I smiled, leaned in, and kissed him softly on his lips as a form of response. He returned my smile, but became distracted when his phone buzzed.
“Dad’s texting me. He needs me home. Why don’t you come over tonight? You could spend the night and we could play games.” he said.
“Sure.” I replied happily. “That sounds great!”
He smiled, kissed me one last time, and was off.
Thus was the beginning of a long day I wouldn’t soon forget…

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Dorm Room Love

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Mark Lupin 1: Feeling desired CH 1

You may call me Mark Lupin
I don’t want to seem cold or anything, but I would prefer it if you did not know my true name. I’m 16 years old and I live in Canada. I’m white, not too tall, but I’m very strongly built. It’s not like I had rock hard abs or anything, but I’m pretty large and muscular. My hair is long and dark brown, just like my eyes. I may be young, but I still have a little beard I need to shave every once in a while.
I’m smart, very smart and also very popular even if I’m quite the nerd. But Dungeon and Dragons and LARPG aren’t all my life, I’m also a sportive. For years I trained in Martial Arts, was captain of a football team and I just started Crossfit. My family is… well we are rich. Considering all of this, people could say I had everything: friends, brains, looks, class, money. But there was one thing I never had: Women.
This drove me crazy. I had anything every teenager could dream about, except girlfriends. Even if I was sixteen, I never had any girlfriend. It’s not cause I was shy or anything, girls just didn’t seem to want to date me. It made me angry or sad at times, but I knew to find comfort in little things. That is why I was at the bar that night.
I know I’m still a minor, but I look older and never had any trouble getting alcohol. I usually go to the bars with some of my friends, but tonight, I wanted to be alone. I’m not an alcoholic, but sometimes, scotch can make me feel great. So here I was, alone, drinking a twelve years old scotch. The bar I was in was downtown and pretty crowded.
I was at my second glass when I noticed a pretty women looking at me across the bar. She seemed quite older than me, perhaps in the end of her thirties or the beginning of her forties, but she was in better shape than most women half her age. It’s not like she was wrinkled or anything, she just seemed older. She kept staring at me, I wondered why. I smiled at her, and she smiled back.
She then started to walk towards me, moving her hips from left to right. She had green eyes and long red hair. She also had a small nose and luscious lips. She was also wearing a tight red dress, very short. I looked at her beautiful long legs as she walked towards me. Then I looked at her breasts. They were very big, it seemed that all they wanted was to pop right out of that sexy dress.
When she arrived close to me, she took a moment to look at me. I felt my heartbeat accelerate. There was something special about this woman. I couldn’t tell what. So I kept smiling, looking confident and all. She also kept smiling at me. There was something in her eyes. She looked like a women who wanted something and knew exactly what.
– Do you speak English?, she asked with a sultry voice
That was a good question, because most of the people who lived in my hometown spoke only French. I was lucky, I spoke French, English and a little bit of Spanish.
– Yes, I answered
– Good, I’m Pamela, Pamela Hayton, she said while sitting next to me
She then reached out her hand, I noticed she was wearing a couple of rings, all of them adorned with huge diamonds.
– And I’m Mark, Mark Lupin, a pleasure to meet you, I said as I shook her hand
– The pleasure’s all mine Mark. I just bought a house a couple of miles out of town, and I felt so lonely… I needed someone to talk with.
– You’re in luck, I said, I’d love to speak with you
Pamela started laughing quietly
– I hope you’re ready to do more than just talk, perhaps later in the night…
I felt her hand reaching down onto my thigh, I was quite surprised by the recent events.
– Well, I said, let’s see where this night leads us…
It was the first time a women was flirting this hard with me, I didn’t really know what to say.
– Let me offer you a drink first, I offered
– That would be lovely Mark, I would love some of your scotch
I then waved at the barman, letting him know I wanted another drink. A few moments later, he came with the drink I had ordered.
– So Pamela, what do you do for a living?
– Nothing! Isn’t that wonderful? I inherited quite a fortune from my parents, this means I can spend all of my days doing nothing and enjoying life…
– You’re a lucky women Pamela
– Who knows Mark, she said as she moved her hand closer to my crotch, you too could become lucky.
Then she winked at me. All of this had started to make me a little hard, not fully erect though. We continued talking, and drinking for quite some time.
– I must say Mark, you’re pretty bold. You enter this bar and order some drinks even though you’re obviously still a minor. How old are you, 17, 16?
– 16, I answered, not too loudly though, I didn’t want anyone else to hear it
– You know, as a responsible adult, it would be my duty to tell on you… but don’t worry, I won’t.
I laughed a little
– Thank you Pamela
– Still, I have the feeling I need a little compensation, for being so nice with you…
– What do you want?
She seemed to think for a moment.
– I want to have fun, she said, I want you to come home with me. And because I feel you still owe me, you will do everything I ask, for tonight at least.
– All right, I said.
I felt a little amused by the situation, and a little aroused…
– All right, now let me give you a taste of what’s to come…
She then grabbed me by my shirt and kissed me passionately. Wrapping her tongue around mine and then forcing it down my throat.
– Not bad Mark, not bad at all. Now come with me, I have a limo waiting for us outside.
We then left the bar, I felt a little stunned by what had just happened. There was a big limousine waiting for us in front of the bar. The driver came out and opened the back door for us. The driver was a pretty blond girl who must have been in her early twenties. When I passed before her, she smiled at me.
There was Champaign in the Limo. Pamela served it for me. When we got out of town, we rode for about half an hour. During the ride, Pamela kept caressing my legs… and my crotch. By then my cock had started to be kind of hard. When Pamela felt it, she started caressing that area of my pants a little. Stroking it gently.
– Oooh, she said, it seems you are packing something quite big. I can’t wait to see it out in the open, but we’ll have to wait for that.
Finally, we arrived at our destination. Pamela wasn’t living in a house, she was living in a mansion. It was huge and looked like a castle more than anything else. When we entered her huge hall, two very pretty girls were waiting for us in French maid outfits. One of was blond the other one was a brunette. It seemed like Pamela enjoyed pretty women, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
– Mark, there is something I must tell you… I have a husband, a good for nothing idiot whom I don’t like. I married him a long time ago, even then I didn’t love him. We had a child seventeen years ago, my daughter, Holly, that’s why I married him, the biggest mistake of my life. I like our daughter very much, and I’m sure you’ll like her… But you don’t have to worry about my husband, he wouldn’t have to see me bring another man home if he was any good in bed…
I didn’t know what to say… Honestly, I was too attracted by Pamela to care
– No problem, I said
Pamela than smiled lustfully
– Good, and remember you have to do everything I ask
– Don’t worry Pamela, I remember
– Great, then get undressed
I was surprised by her request. I didn’t move.
– Here? , I asked
– Yes, she laughed, I want you to get undressed here
I don’t know if it was the scotch, or Pamela, but I started unbuttoning my shirt.
– Girls, help him, Pamela ordered.
The two maids then got around me. One of them started taking my shoes and my socks of while the other was pulling my pants down. In only a few moments, I was completely naked, my penis was hanging between my legs.
– I’m impressed Mark, I really love your cock. And you’re pretty muscular too…
As I said, I was pretty good looking. I had a little hair on my chest, not too much. Pamela started caressing me.
– You’re a man, she said, Just how I like them.
Then, Pamela lowered her hand, slowly getting close to my cock. She then grabbed it with one hand, and held it for a second.
– Girls, she said once again, I want to see him fully erect, just don’t make him cum yet.
The two girls smiled at each other and took off the top of their outfits. They were completely naked except for their gloves, shoes, socks and of course, their strings. The blond started kissing me and playing with my hair, while the other one, the brunette, got down on her knees and started playing with my dick. She began stroking it faster and faster, then she started licking it, wrapping her tongue around the tip of my cock.
The blond one stopped kissing me, and went down on her knees also. The two maids started licking my dick, each of them took their side. The brunette then started playing with my balls, and after a moment, started sucking on them. The blond then started sucking on the tip of my penis. After a few moments, she grabbed the shaft of my dick and started sucking on it. She couldn’t fit all of my penis in her mouth, but it felt great.
I was now completely hard. My penis was pretty large and measured a little bit more than 7.5 inches long. The brunette got up and gently pushed the blond maid aside, she then started to stroke my cock with both her hands. I glanced quickly at Pamela, I could see she was licking her lips. She stepped closer to me.
– This will be enough girls… for now.
The two maids stood up and kissed each other. They were holding themselves by the hips as they were staring at me. Pamela looked at my dick.
– My my, she said, your dick is perfect
– It also tastes great, said the brunette maid, isn’t that right Tiffany?
– It is, Bethany, answered the other maid
I heard steps coming from the stairs behind me. As I turned around, I saw a very pretty and young girl looking at me. She looked a lot like Pamela, they had the same red hair and green eyes. The only difference with the girl in front of me was that she looked younger and had smaller breasts. I presumed it was Holly, Pamela’s daughter. She was a beauty, wearing a tight black dress. I felt a little shy being naked and hard, but Holly had a lusty smile on her face.
– This is your new plaything mother? I see why you’re interested in him, she said
She paused for a moment, looking at me.
– I hope you’ll be willing to share him, perhaps when you’re done having your fun.
She continued to walk, when she arrived next to me, she gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered to me:
– We’ll have a lot of fun tonight…
I looked at her as she exited to another room. Pamela was still looking at me.
– Girls, she said, I want you to take him to the bathroom, although Mr Lupin smells very nice, I want you to wash him completely. In the meantime, I’ll prepare my husband for what’s to come…
I wondered what was to come. I was surprised to learn her husband was here. What did she have in mind? My dick was too hard for me to think straight, but I decided whatever Pamela had in reserve for me, it could only be fun. As the maids led me to one of the bathrooms of the mansion, we passed a couple of other maids. All of them were young, very pretty, wearing a French maid outfit and smiled at me while staring at my cock.
Two even stopped us and took a moment to stroke my dick. I felt great, not having the attention of women could be very hard for the ego, but this night, tons of women wanted to sleep with me. It was the best night of my life so far. We then arrived at the bathroom. It was huge and made of dark marble. Five people at least could fit in the shower. The maids, Tiffany and Bethany were still naked. Tiffany, the blond one grabbed my dick and pulled me into the shower.
For almost half an hour, the girls poured soap on themselves and rubbed their perky breasts all over me. I was just standing there, hard as rock, looking at two beautiful naked girls rubbing themselves on me. It was the best shower of my life. They enjoyed cleaning my dick very much, I could tell. When they finished they rinsed me and dried my hair. When I asked if I could have some clothes, Bethany answered,
– Mrs Hayton has forbidden you to wear any clothes in this house. If she changes her mind, you can have your clothes back.
Honestly, I didn’t mind. It felt good to see all the women looking at me with lust. I didn’t care if I was a sexual object, it was fun. For the first time of my life, I felt truly desired. The maids then led me to another room. It was some sort of lounge or living room I figured. My family has a lot of money, and I live in a big house, but it was not as huge as Pamela’s mansion. When I entered the big room, I noticed five maids were waiting in the back. Pamela was there, sitting on a couch with another man.
I figured it was her husband. He was not that old, perhaps even a little younger than Pamela herself. His hair was blond and he had blue eyes. He was frailer than me, but just as tall. At this time, my dick had gotten softer, but it was still very long and hanging between my legs. When they saw me, Pamela and her husband stood up.
– There he is! said Pamela, That is what a real man looks like Nick.
Nick didn’t say anything. Pamela grabbed my hand and pulled me forward. I was feeling quite happy, to be put above another man like that, it was great for my ego.
– Look at his cock Nick, look at it. Isn’t it big?
Nick starred at me, not saying a thing. Pamela got down on her knees and grabbed my cock. She robbed it a few seconds and then kissed it, leaving the trace of her lipstick where she kissed.
– I just love that cock, she said, it’s so much bigger than yours. Even know when it’s soft it’s bigger than you when you’re erect. Now pull your pants down honey, I want you to see how much Mark is greater than you.
Nick didn’t seem to want to, he tried objecting
– Come on honey, it’s not…
– I said pull them down! she almost yelled
He didn’t argue anymore. He started unzipping his pants and he finally pulled them down. What he had between his legs must have been one of the smallest cocks I had ever seen. I don’t know if it reached two inches. I didn’t know whether to feel bad for the guy or to laugh. Some of the maids didn’t seem to have this problem, they started laughing at him, pretty loudly. Pamela grabbed both our dicks in her hand and pulled me and Nick very close. It was obvious my penis was a lot bigger.
– Come on, Nick said, it’s just too big. I mean, the guy isn’t real. He must have had an implant or something.
– Now now honey, said Pamela, Mr Lupin is just more of a man than you are.
Pamela was still on her knees and licked her lips for a moment as she looked at my dick. I was feeling so great, like I was on top of the world.
– Ladies, who would have sex with my husband, Mr Hayton here? asked Pamela
None of the maids raised their hands.
– And who would have sex with my friend, Mr Lupin here?
All of the maids raised their hands. Feeling that much wanted was new to me. I was filled with pride and confidence. Pamela turned to her husband.
– I’m sorry honey, but a girl like me needs to have some fun once in a while. For that, I need a man like Mark. You’re just… inadequate. And to be sure you won’t be having any of the fun tonight, I got this for you.
Pamela then grabbed something from her purse and attached it on Nick’s penis. Upon closer inspection, I could see it was chastity belt.
– What’s that? he asked
– Don’t you worry about that honey, sit down right there. You’ll have to watch Mark pounding me with his big hard cock. See how a true man does it. And when we’re done, he’ll probably fuck our daughter too. I’m now in charge here Nick, don’t you move from here. Understood?
– Yes honey…
Pamela smiled and turned to me.
– It’s time I gave you a little attention Mark…
She started caressing my cock with one hand, got up and kissed me. I was starting to get hard, Pamela then turned around and bent forward a little.
– Rub your dick on my ass, she ordered me, I want to feel it.
That is exactly what I did. Her dress was so soft, it made me even harder. She moaned loudly as I was
doing it. I imagined penetrating her in her wet pussy with my long hard dick. I think she was imagining that too. She turned around and stared at me.
– Get ready to have some fun, she said
She started to unzip her dress, I could hear it. When the zipper came to the bottom, she slowly slipped her dress off of her body, revealing her soft and pale skin. She was wearing nothing black lingerie and her high heels. She walked towards me, taking small steps and with each one, she was unclipping her bra a bit more. When she was only a few steps from me, she totally let go, revealing her big breasts to me.
– Now, the real fun can begin, she said…
To be continued…
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Neighbor Boy Games

I moved into an apartment building with my mom after she and my dad divorced. I was 14 years old at the time, and there weren’t any other kids my age to play with. There where some 16 and 17 year olds who didn’t seem too interested in hanging out with me, and some 10 and 11 year olds who where more then happy to play with an older kid. Craig was an 11-year old who made it clear that he was actually 11 1/2, but closer to 12. According to our birthday’s, when he turned 12, I’d still be 14-years old for 42 days before I’d turn 15.
During that first summer, I could count on one hand the number of times that Craig wore a shirt or shoes. At first, I thought that he might be poor, but that wasn’t the case. Craig just didn’t like wearing clothes and that intrigued me. I was a little self-conscious about some baby-fat that hadn’t gone away yet, but I knew that it would real soon because penis was starting to look like a man’s. I also felt that my nipples where too large for a boy. Most boys that I’d seen shirtless had dime sized nippled, and Craig’s where even smaller then that. Mine where easily somewhere between a nickle and a quarter. They where also a bit darker in color and not exactly flat.
Craig and I would ride our bikes along some trails in the hills behind our neighborhood, and it was back those secluded trails that Craig and I started to play in a way that I had never played before. I didn’t realize it then, but I do realize it now that Craig seduced me into seducing him. It all started when Craig noticed that I never took my shirt off. I lied and said that I get sun burned real easy, and he said that he had on about 3 or 4 coats of sunscreen. I just said that we didn’t have any at my house, and the next day when we where way up the trails, Craig remembered that he’d brought some suncreen with him so I could use it too.
He reached into his pocket and handed me a small tube of SPF 25 sunscreen and told me to try it. I put some on my legs first, then my arms. I was just about done when Craig told me to take my shirt off and put it all over. Craig didn’t seem phased by my small budgy stomach or large nipples. Evertime I thought that I was done, Craig would remind me of the places that I forgot like my neck, face, and especially my nose. He said that I should put lots on my nose. I almost died when he said that he used to forget to put it some places and that’s why his mom just coats his entire body with the stuff. Then he grabbed the tube from my hand and said that he’d do my back. Between the feeling of his hand rubbing lotion on me, and the thought of him getting a naked rubdown from his mom made me pop a mean ass boner. I couldn’t resist, and just had to ask.
“So! – do you just stand there naked while your mom covers you from head-to-toe with this stuff?” I asked.
“Yeah! she got tired of hearing me cry when I forgot to get it all over me.” Craig said.
The next day I met Craig to go on our daily bike ride without shoes. I just wore a pair of shorts and s tee shirt with the sleeves cut off. I also had a plan cooked up in my head to ride all the way up to the water tank at the top of the trail. I had been up there a few times before and remember getting a drink of water from a garden hose that was connected to one of the release valves. I started to wash the mud off of the tires of my bike and then turned the hose on Craig and got him soaking wet. When he got control of the hose to rinse off his bike, I positioned my self where he’d wouldn’t be able to squirt me too much with the short 6-foot section of garden hose. I was wet, but Craig was drenched. He followed me down the main trail and then right up one of the smaller trails where I told him that I rememberd reading on his tube of suncreen.
“Oh crap! it says that you need to re-apply this stuff after you go swimming.” I said.
I put some on my hand and started rubbing it on Craig’s back and shoulders. He held his arms straight out and didn’t object when I reached around and started applying it all over his chest and stomach from behind. He said that he was glad that I saw that on the instructions because he would have been dead meat if he came home sunburned one more time. I knew that I was about to say something daring by the way that my heart started to pound. I didn’t know what it would be until it came out of my mouth.
“You know what? to be safe, we better just put this stuff on you like your mom does.” I said.
“You think so?” Craig said.
“Yeah, nobody can see us and we’d hear anyone coming up the trail anyway.”
“Oh yeah!” Craig said and started to unbutton his pants.
In less then a few seconds, Craig was naked with his shorts in his hands and his super white butt cheeks right in my face. I covered the back of his body from his neck to the back of his feet, and spent a majority of time on his butt cheeks. Rather then ask him to turn around, I moved to his side and rubbed lotion on his back and chest at the same time. I let my front hand drop right to where his pubic hair would be if he had any, while my other hand was massaging his butt cheeks. I watched as his chubby little dick started to get that puffy look as it was beginning to turn into a boner. Craig noticed it and stepped back into his pants as I finished his lower legs.
When he didn’t offer to apply lotion on me, I mentioned that I have my mom put sunscreen on me like his mom does, but I was a getting too old to be naked in front of my mom anymore. It was like Craig was reading que cards in my brain.
“Want me to do then?” Craig asked.
“Really, you don’t mind?” I said as I shucked off my tanktop and shorts.
Right away, I got the surprised reaction that I was hoping for. Craig’s eyes widened and his first comment was over my little curly hairs. “Whoa! you’re getting hairs already!” Craig said as he kneeled at my side and started rubbing my back and chest at the same time. I held out my hand and told him to squirt a little so that I could do my face while he did the rest. I felt one of his hands on my buttcheeks while the other was on the front and side of my legs. Once he moved his hand up far enough to make contact with my ballsack, I felt that tingle that let me know that a boner was on it’s way. He casually said that I sure had a big weenie and then followed that up with another observation.
“And it’s getting even bigger!” Craig said.
“That’s because you’re making me pop a boner.” I said as casually as possible.
“I am?” Craig said.
“Sure! , It feels good when you rub your hands all over me. That’s how you know when you’re not a little kid anymore. Only a little kid could get rubbed like this without popping a boner.” I said.
Craig rubbed closer to my dick as it raised up equal to the horizon. As soon as he made a few more verbal comments about it’s growing size, it popped up just past it’s full 45 degree stiff angle. “Holy Cow! Look how big I made it get!” Craig said. I told him that he wouldn’t be a little kid much longer and that he soon see just how good it felt when some rubbed him the way he was rubbing me.
“I’m not a kid! – Didn’t you see mine? I was popping a boner when you rubbed lotion on me.” Craig said.
“No you didn’t! – I think I would remember noticing if your dick was sticking up like mine is.” I said.
“It was getting there but I put my pants back on. Watch! rub me again.” Craig said.
So there we where, both naked and I told him to spred his feet apart a little wider. I told him that I’d rub the spot that makes me pop up real fast. He didn’t obkect as I got lotion all over my left hand and rubbed my nuckles back and forth over the skin behind his balls while my thumb rubbed in a circular motion right over his pucker hole. All on his own, Craig spread his feet further apart and looked down at his dick.
“Oh crap! You’re right! – Look at how quick my weenie going stiff!” Craig said.
“Fuck! I guess you aren’t a little kid after all. Look at how big your dick is getting!” I said.
“Oh wow! Ohhhhhhh wow-wee!” Craig panted very sexually.
“It feels really good, doesn’t it?” I said.
“Oh yeah! it feels really, really good.” He said.
“Would you like me to make it feel even better?” I said.
“You can make it better the this! – How?” Craig said.
I held out my hand and told Craig to pour a little dab of lotion on the fingers of my right hand. Then I reached down and started stroking my slippery fingers up and down his 4-inch woodie. He could only handle about 2 minutes of that before he arched his back and stood up as high as he could on his tippy toes, like a ballerina. His first orgasm rocked him to the core and he cried out loud enough to be heard about 50 yards in all directions.
“Oh yeah! What’s happening? It feels so good! – Yeah! Awwww Yes!, Aughhhhhh!” Craig shouted.
He jerked and convulsed for another 20 seconds until his first orgasm subsided. Only then did he lower himself down from the tips of his toes. He had standed still the entire time, but by the time I had finished jacking him off, his chest was heaving in and out, and he was panting like he just run a 50-yard dash. He bant over with his hands on his knees and thanked me for whatever it was that I had just done.
“Damn Craig! You really liked that! You shouted so loud when you hit your orgasm?” I said.
“I couldn’t help it! – I just felt like I was about to explode.” He said.
I asked him it felt like he was going to pee, and he said that it did, but a million-zillion time better. I told him that in a year or so, somthing really will come out when he get’s that feeling.
“That’s why they call it cumming. I made you cum eventhough nothing came out.” I said.
“Let me see if I can make you cum.” Craig said.
“I’ll bet you can’t, but you’re welcome to try.” I said.
Craig seemed to take that as a challange and got down on his kness and went right to work on my rock hard 5-inch cock. I didn’t say a word and let him go on until he remembered what he was supposed to do with his other hand. He got his nuckles going on my scrotum and really caused me to get super hot, but he fumbled around with his thumb for another minute or so. But soon after he started that, he hit the target and got his slippery thumb right over the surface of my pucker-hole.
“Oh Craig! You did it man! You got all of your fingers in the right place without any help.” I said.
“I did? Am I making it feel really good for you?” Craig asked with a smile a mile wide.
“Your making me feel so fucking good, and guess what else?” I said.
“What?” he asked.
“You’re gonna make me cum any second. Oh Craig! You’re really gonna make me cum!” I panted.
“This is so cool! – Go ahead and cum! Are you coming?” He asked.
“Yeah! It’s ready to go. Oh fuck yeah Craig! – You stroke dick so good! – Yeah! Here it comes! Oh shit! –
Oh shit you’re making me cum! Now Craig watch! – Oh Fuck! – I’m Cumming! I’m Cumming!” I shouted.
Craig and I both watched as 3 healthy squirts of watery cum shot out of my dick. The first shot landed in the dirt about 3 feet in front of us, and the other two each a shorter distance. The rest oozed out of my dick and over the tops of Craig’s fingers. I started to jolt and jerk like Craig had with my mouth hanging wide open.
I didn’t say anything to Craig, but it was the first time that I had shot out so far. I usually shot one thin squirt that landed around my belly button, but Craig had my dick shooting several feet through the air.
We did it again the very next day and Craig was first again and every other time after that. What made this time different was that my thumb was rubbing up and down over and across his butthole rather then around in circles. He really seemed to like it this way then in circles, and I noticed how my thumb would sink when it got directly over his opening. It was almost like it was going up inside so I just decided to see what would happen if stuck it in like I was holding a bowling ball. I had to move my head around and look to verify that my thumb had actually slid into his butthole and was completely in as far as it could go.
“Oh man! what’s that? – what did you just do?” Craig asked as he stopped my other hand on his dick.
I told him that I just stuck my thumb all the way up his butthole. I thought he was going to tell me to take it out, but he said that it felt really good, and that it was like he just might cum eventhough I wasn’t rubbing his boner anymore. Without any instruction. Craig turned and bent over with his stomach on the seat of his bike, and his hands holding onto the handle bars. He spread his legs so far apart that his balls where almost resting ontop the back tire of his bike. I started moving my thumb in and out of his butthole, and Craig want nuts. He started wiggling his ass pushed back as I pushed forward.
“Push it in further!” He demended.
“That’s as far as it will go. Want to to try my pointer finger? It’s longer then my thumb.” I said.
“Yeah! Do something, anything! – Just get it in there deeper!” Craig said.
I replaced my thumb with my pointer finger, and Craig went crazy again. He reached under his bike seat and started jacking his own cock while I tended to his hot little hole. I was moving my finger around in a circular motion while it was inserted completely up his butt. After a minute or so I could feel that Craig wasn’t able to clamp his hold down on my finger as hard as he could when I first stuck it in. I didn’t even ask before I used a downward thrust to pull completely out, but pushed back in with my pointer finger, and middle finger next to each other.
“Oh fuck yes! Like that! Holy shit! Yeah man! Do it real deep!” Craig said letting go of his dick.
I started twisting my fingers when they hit the bottom of his hole. It was just like sticking a key in a door knob. Once the key is fully inserted, you turn to the right. That’s how my fingers moved. I shove them all the way up his butt and then twisted them to the right. I just kept repeating the process over-and-over, and doing it faster at I went along.
“Just a little deeper, please. I’m so close to cumming!” Craig said.
“Sorry man! that’s as far as they go. Just start stroking your dick again.” I said.
“Oh man! you can’t go just a little bit deeper? I think I could cum without rubbing my dick” Craig said.
“Okay Craig! But I’m only doing this cuz your a good friend. You want it deeper right?” I said.
“Yes! please, I so dang close!” He said.
I rubbed lotion all over my dick and moved up behind Craig. I aimed my dickhead right at his butthole and I noticed that it was still open about as round as a dime. I looked at my dick which was rounder then a quarter and wondered if I be able to get it inside of the small hole. I watched as Craig’s hole immediately gave way and allowed a little more then half of it to slide right in. Craig’s head shot back around and I’ll never forget the look on his face or what he said.
“Oh shit! You put your dick inside of me!” He said.
I didn’t say anything but the look on my face told Craig that must have felt good for me. “Does it feel good being inside of there?” Craig asked. I told Craig that the inside of his asshole was super hot and asked him if he wanted me to go deeper.
“That’s not all of it? You can still go deeper?” He said.
“Yeah, here is what all of it will feel like!” I said as I shoved forward until my tiny patch of curly hairs made contact with Craig’s butt. He literally screamed as I started pounding in and out of him. It was the first time that he asked me to slow down, but I wasn’t hearing anything of the sort. I just kept right on going until his pleas for me to slow down subsided, and then where replaced with pleas to go a little faster. Just listeneing to Craig have his orgasm almost made me cum in his butt.
“Oh shit! – Oh shit! – Oh shit! I just thought of something.” Craig said.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Well…if a guy sticks his dick in a girl, he’s fucking her. But what’s it called what you’re doing?” Craig said.
“Same thing dude, you’re getting fucked right now! – Is that okay with you?” I asked.
“It’s great cuz I’m gonna cum! – I’m gonna cum! – Here I go! – Yeah! I’m Cumming! – I’m Cumming!” He said
I just kept on hammering as Criag cam with his hand on the handle bars, and my dick slamming deep into his butthole. When he got to that jerking and shaking part of his orgasm, Craig reached down and gave his dick a few strokes. I think he had a multiple orgasm because he started to convulse again after he had stopped.
It got sort of akward after that and we hurried to get out pants back on. Once we where comfortably dressed again, we talked about what we had just done. I told him what it was like to put my dick in his ass, and he told me what it was like to have a dick up his butt.
That night I had browsed the internt and viewed some gay porn. It gave me some ideas that I couldn’t wait to try out the next day. I met Craig at the usual time for our bikeride, except this time I had my backpack with me. Inside where some pictures that I printed and a small blanket. We found a nice spot in an over growth of bushed about 30 feet off of one of the trails. We set up the blanket and removed all of our clothes and went right to playing with each others dicks. They popped stiff in not time at all and Craig flat out looked right into my eyes and asked me if he could fuck me. I was so turned on that I didn’t even think before I got on my back and lifted my legs. Craig gave me a wierd look and I showed him one of the pictures that I printed.
“Just fuck me like this guy id fucking this guy.” I said.
Craig popped his 4-incher all the way inside of my in one quick thrust and it hurt so bad. I thought there was something wrong with me. How could he find my bigger dick in his smaller asshole so exciting. But having his smaller dick in my bigger ass was so painful. I didn’t have to wait long for the answer. Criag was to slow down because it felt so good for him to have his dick in my hot ass. He just let it sink all the way in and left it there because he felt like he might cum too fast. I started squeezing my butt muscle over his dick and he noticed it, and said that it felt real nice when I did that.
“It’s like you don’t want my weenie to leave your butthole feeling empty.” He said.
The more he trued to pulled it out, the harder I clamped down on it. And the more he tried to push it in, the more I tried to push it out. It became a game that Craig won hands down.
“Oh yeah! you think you can keep me from moving my dick? Try and stop this!” He said, as he started fucking me.
The pain hd left without me even noticing it. I just remember feeling that cum tingle on ever down stroke and I couldn’t believe that he was about to make me cum in less then 3 minutes. I couldn’t hold back no matter how hard I tried.
“Fuck Craig! You already go me ready to cum!” I said.
“I’ll do what you did to me when I was cumming.” Craig said.
He slammed all 4 inches of his chubby dick in and out of my ass like a jackhammer. It only too about 30 seconds before I felt warm liquid hit my chin, then my chest.
“FUCK! I’M CUMMING! I’m Cumming! – Yeah, Fuck Me Craig! Fuck me!” I shouted.
By the time that Craig and I where 11 and 12 for that short time, we bacame the kinkiest kids in town. Maybe the world. We started doing bold and crazy stuff and each had our favorite way of getting fucked. But Craig favorite was was the boldest of all.
We’d hide his bike down the trail by our usual fucking place and then walk together with my bike all the way up to the water tank. When we got there, I’d fuck Craig and get him really close to cumming. Then I sit on my bike, Craig would sit in my lap with my dick up his ass. I was just past 5-inches by now. With my dick in his ass, and his feet up on the handle bars, we’d take off down the bumpy trail. Craig would hold onto the bar between his legs to keep from getting bucked off of my cock as we tore down the bumpy trail. Craig would be screaming all of the way and would often cum twice about a minute apart. I was too focused of driving the bike and could not get into it enough to cum, but I was sure glad to hear Craig scream in sexual extacy on the way down the trail.

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Life as a boy/girl part 3

Chapter 3
I awake in the morning my ass burning. I turn around to see an empty spot in the bed. I sigh and sit up in the bed by myself. I hear the shower water running and look at the calendar on the wall.
“Today’s Friday….”
I throw the comfort off of me, stand up, and start stretching. I see my pants and boxers on the floor. I blush and pick them up quickly before Richard comes back out and put them on. I sit on the bed and give a sleepy yawn. I shake my head not believing I let him do that last night to me. I sigh and wait for Rich to get out. The water turns off a couple of minutes later and out walks a white muscular boy towel wrapped around his waist. He sees me sitting there and says, “Morning baby.”
I roll my eyes and ask, “Why does my ass burn?”
He just smiles and says, “I might tell you after breakfast.”
Since I already know I won’t win the argument I grab some clothes out of the closet and go into the bathroom. I check the hot water with the sink and find there is still some left. I set up my shower and take off my pants and boxers. I see Richard’s phone on the bathroom stand above the toilet in between the shower and sink. I grab it and yell out, “Rich! Your phone is in here!”
I leave it on the counter by the sink and get into the shower. I grab my wash white rag, the dawn soap, and begin bathing. I hear the door open and I say, “Your phone by the sink.”
The shower curtains open up and I cover up my junk and ask, “What do you want!?”
Rich stands there smiling and asks, “When you coming to fix breakfast.”
I push him to the best of my abilities with my left arm and say, “You’re so lazy.”
“Can’t be helped but yea its six thirty.”
I look at him like he’s crazy. It’s been a long while since I woke up later than I usually do. Today was going to be something other than ordinary.
“Alright alright hurry up and get out so I can bathe.” I say closing the curtains.
“Why can’t I stay and help.” He says in a suggestive tone.
“Yea right.” I say waiting for him to leave.
I hear him go humph than the door opens and closes letting me know he has left the bathroom. I sigh and say, “I wonder about that boy I truly do.”
I resume the cleaning of myself in a hurried pace now. I turn off the water after washing off the last bit of sods and quickly dry off. I put on my stripped white and blue boxers, a black t-shirt with a monkey licking an electric outlet with words under it saying stupid monkey, and loosing fitting blue jeans. I run out of the bathroom, turning out the light in both the bathroom and bed room, and head down stairs to quick something real quick. I run into the kitchen to see Rich watching T.V. in the living room. I sigh and look at the microwave clock that reads… five fifty. I’m a kill his ass but for now I grab some toast and put it in the toaster as I get a pan and some butter. I check also for eggs and fine that I have enough but need to go grocery shopping later today. I turn on the stove and start burning down the butter moving it around me with a flipper, as I like to call it, and check our spices. We have enough for the type of eggs everyone in this house like to eat. The toast pops out and I get a paper plate to put it on before putting in two more pieces. I grab the eggs and a pink bowl from the cabinet above the stove and begin cracking the eggs into the bowl. I grab some salt and pepper and sprinkle that in there.
“Whoa!” I hear Richard yell out.
“What is it?” I ask hoping he didn’t yell that for no reason.
“There’s a major storm heading our way!”
“Where from?” I ask now interested.
“The coast below us.”
I sigh as I pour the well-seasoned eggs into the pan, after whisking them of course, and wonder how school will go. I think about Eric and smile to myself. I hope to one day be just like him just less emo. The toast pop out knocking me out of my day dreaming. I sigh and do the toast again before turning my attention to the jelly. We have strawberry jelly, grape jelly, and blackberry jelly. I nod my head at the fridge satisfied with what is in it. I yawn as I close the fresh making a cool breeze roll over me. I finish up cooking at six twenty as his parents come down. There’s enough for everybody so we sit down and eat real quick.
“Great eggs as always dear.” His mom says.
I smile at her complement and say, “Thank you.”
We finish up eating and Rich’s parents leave for work. Well I guess home early to work early than.
“Okay well you tell me why now?” I ask the burning already gone.
“I don’t know if I should really.” He says walking into the living room where he grabs his backpack.
“What!? You better!” I say jumping on his back.
He puts me on his right shoulder easily and says, “Getting a little rascally there.”
“Oh whatever now put me down!” I say pounding on his chest.
“Hmmm. I don’t know I kind of like ya on my shoulder.”
“Come on and tell me why my ass was burning this morning.”
He snickers to himself and says, “What will you do for me?”
“Nothing.” I say matter of factly.
He swats me on my ass and says, “Well that not good.”
It stings a little bit but I take it and say, “Come on don’t be like this. I call this sexual harassment.”
He swats me again and says, “If you call this sexual harassment than I should show you what it really it.”
“No! Please don’t!”
He swats me again and says, “But if I don’t show you you’ll never be able to learn.”
I roll my eyes and say, “You know what forget I ever asked just put me down.”
He swats me again and I start to feel that burning sensation from before. Oh…. My…. God…
“Did you!”
He laughs a little bit and says, “Maybe!”
He swats me again a bit harder and it makes me jump. If I ever get bigger than him I will pay him back for this. He carries me into the kitchen and set me down on the kitchen table.
“There you go my lady.”
“One of these days karma going to beat the shit out of you.” I say glaring at him as best as I can.
“Heh even when you’re trying to glare and scold you still look a beautiful as ever.” He says swatting my right leg playfully.
I sigh and hop down off the table and head grab my backpack from the corner of the kitchen. I look at the microwave which reads six fifty five.
“Alright let’s head out.”
Rich is the first out the door as always and I’m close behind afterward. I made sure to lock the door behind us. I feel the keys jingling in my pocket so I know we’re good. I sit in the front of the bus as always and go into the homeroom as always the only thing is I’m not by myself anymore. Eric sits by me in homeroom.
“Thanks again for yesterday.” I say pulling out a pencil and my sketchbook.
“It nothing but you should learn how to defend yourself a little. I always won’t be there for ya.”
“Yea I know.”
The teacher walks in with a tight shirt on showing off a lot of cleavage and a tight skirt that stops above her knees. Most of the guy’s jaws drop at the sight of this and I notice how Eric seemed to react bewildered when she walked in too. I feel a tingling in my chest and wonder what it is.
“Okay class role call!” She says in her lovely voice.
We all say here and I and Eric start a conversation about the school and life outside of school before the first bell rings. I sigh realizing I and he don’t have the first period together but we do 2nd and 3rd. I sit down in the in my language class in the middle part of class since it my assigned seat. We learn about poem and stuff like that but I barely pay attention and just start drawing. The class ends without a hitch and I head to P.E. I see Eric where I usually dress up and I feel my heart skip a beat. I probably looked puzzled as I walked over there because he asks me, “What is it?”
I shake my head and start to get undressed and redressed in P.E clothes.
“So I’m guessing you like the school?” I ask walking out into the gym.
He shrugs his shoulder and says, “A little.”
“What do you like about it?” I ask standing first in the five lines to run.
He smiles and says pushing me a little, “You of course.”
I feel my heart skip a beat when he says this but I don’t know why it did. The coach blows his whistle and I bolt off towards the other end of the huge gym. I’m the third one there behind Jason Longwick and Eric. Eric came in first because he’s as fast as lightning. I stand in the back next to him huffing and puffing while he stands there not even breaking a sweat. I notice he has that same look he had yesterday.
“What is it?” I ask him bent over butt pressed against the wall and hands on my knees.
He looks at me confused and I say, “You look sad like yesterday.”
He does a Sasuke smile and says, “I’ve always looked like this. It’s the face of someone who’s gone through hell.”
I shiver when he says that. Something about his words just put a certain pressure on me that I just can’t explain. I stare at his face for a while as he watches the other guys and girls run. I stand up straight up against the wall to notice that a couple of the guys were snickering. I look around and realize what their snickering about. The class most matured woman what doing a jog and her, probably, f cup tits are bouncing all over the place and her shirt that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. I notice the coach staring also.
“Humph, pervs.” I say looking at the floor.
Though I wouldn’t mind staring at tits as much as the next person but gigantic tits like those are just in human in nature. I lean back down like I was just a moment ago and glance at Eric to notice he isn’t looking either but instead he seemed to be looking at… the wall behind us? I pay no attention to it as the coach tells us to run backward this time. I just pray I don’t trip over myself like last time. We start moving down the line and chatting too. Sometimes I would pretend to be looking away somewhere else and notice him glancing somewhere towards the side I’m on. It comes up to us to run backward so I turn around and get ready. The whistles blows and we take off. I make it the other side but as I get there some jerk thought it would be funny to trip me up. I move my right foot back and fall backward slamming the back of my head into the floor. Everything just goes black than.
A/N Well the third part took me a good well but he it is.

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“RENTED BOYFRIEND”

Rented Boyfriend
By Blueheatt
…..I sat in the her driveway in my new car. I couldn’t stop smiling with contentment. My cock was sore and it felt good….I thought back on how I got here…..I said to myself…..
…‘Jack…life is good.’
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…..I called her ‘Candy’. Her name was Candice. We stood there hugging and feeling our body’s. She was shaking and breathing hard. She had never had a man get her sexually excited before. I was feeling her body, and she was loving this. She had a hot figure, nice tits, hot legs and had gotten herself….. hooked on me.
…..She had been terribly sheltered in life. Daddy had big bucks and set her up good for life. Then daddy died. I met her at that point.
….My girlfriend Kate was a makeup artist and got a call to go to her big house to help her look good for some business meeting. I just happened to go with her that day because her car was in the shop. Kate and Candy became instant friends as Candy seemed pretty helpless, lonely, very young and needed a friend. She already looked hot to me, but Kate was getting paid good to do her makeup. I sat and watched as Kate made her look very hot. Candy keep looking at me for a reaction. I really just smiled and told her she looked sexy. She liked that and kept looking at me with her sexy smile. She was hot, and didn’t really need Kate’s help at all.
……She brought Candy to our house one evening to just to visit. Kate, had told me Candy need some ’street wise’ education bad. I said I could help her with the real world ways. As I looked at this naïve beauty, my cock started to rise to attention.
She spent a lot of evenings with us, but Kate had to get up at 3am to go to the movie studios to work. Kate went to bed very early, so that left Candy and I….alone.
…..It didn’t take long and Candy started in dressing in sexy clothes. She sat closer and closer on the couch after Kate went to bed. I found out she was just legal age and had never had sex, never had a man feel her up or anything. Daddy had kept men away from her. She had private teachers and not much contact with the outside world of theirs. Their mom had left when she was little and daddy just hired what was needed for them.
…..After a while I slowly found out why daddy kept her isolated from the outside world….
…. Daddy would have her undress for him while he watched and jacked off in the shadows of her room. He had her finger her pussy and feel her own tits. She liked the attention and the feelings. He hadn’t touched her….yet, and then he died in a plane crash. He did tell her when she turned legal age, he would show her about sex and a lot of new things…and…they could have sex.
…..She was very horny and excited waiting…. then he died 4 days before her birthday.
….She hinted that someone like ’me’ could maybe show her all about sex.
…..I whispered that I would ’help’ her, but it would take lots of practice. I said we could do a little ’practice’ quietly while Kate slept.
….. Lesson 1, ’Tongue kissing and feeling our bodies’, I told her.
It didn’t take much to get her hot. Just touching her neck, and I had to stop as she started to tremble and moan. I said we’d better do this at her house alone, so as not to wake Kate. She whispered excitedly that she had tingles in her pussy and her tits already.
…..I walked her out to her car and we sat and talked. She asked if we could do the kissing and feeling thing some more. I slowly laid her down in the front seat and laid on top of her. We started in as I slipped my hand into her blouse and felt those nice tits. She opened her legs and started in pushing her pussy up to my boner. I pulled up her dress and slipped my hand in her wet panties and slit. She moaned and jumped each time I felt her clit. “Oh god…when can we have sex, I want to have sex with you so bad….could we maybe have sex right now?” She asked.
…..“Tomorrow night, too many people might see us here.” I said. She said: “Ok, but can I feel your cock before you go?” She didn’t wait for an answer and her hand went in. She moaned as she felt a mans cock for the very first time. “Tomorrow night I want to feel it more, I love it. It excites me so much.” She said.
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…..Kate lay in bed smiling. She thought…This is working out fine. Not only is Candy secretly paying me for the ’boyfriend rental’ but I’ve met this co-worker guy that gets me real horny in the back room at work. He loves to feel my tits and in my panties. I sneak in a handful of his cock. We found a place where we can fuck anytime we want. Jack, not knowing a thing about this, just makes it all the more exciting.
…..Candy’s thoughts about Jack and Kate….
…..They think I’m this naïve girl who doesn’t know anything. That’s just how I want them to think. My daddy didn’t raise a dummy. He told me that if you find a man you want, just do whatever it takes to get him for yourself. I want Jack and soon I’ll have him away from Kate. She doesn’t care about him, otherwise she wouldn’t let me rent him. She cute alright, but I have something she doesn’t….money and brains.
Jack….
…..I told Kate I had to go and do things that evening. I arrived at Candy’s big house and she was waiting in a beautiful black night gown. We sat with some mixed drinks.
….. Something was different…..
….. She told me how she felt about me and “what ever it took“, she wanted me as her boyfriend.
…..Gone was the naïve Candy and now a sharp, business savvy girl came to the surface. She said not to concern myself with Kate anymore. She told me about Kate’s boyfriend at work and that she was paying to ’rent’ me from Kate…
….I sat in shock at the real Candy. The girl I had gotten great desires for, and her for me….the desires just got greater between us. Now the fun began with a beautiful girl…..
….In that one night, I became her boyfriend and personal sexual trainer.
…..She told me her daddy had her working in his business at age 6. Seven days a week. Now she wanted to catch up on those lost years when boy meets girl and things happen naturally.
….The night began. The ’sex’ lessons were beautiful. I was training a beautiful girl to have sex just the way I liked it. I stood her up and danced first. Her sweet body next to mine was hot as we felt whatever we wanted to. We went back down to her couch and we laid next to each other. I ’showed’ her about foreplay between man and woman again. She like that part and she slowly took my clothes off and I took hers too. We let our arm and legs go as they wanted. Two happy naked people kissing and licking tits, dicks, pussy and just all over. She was free to moan now and she let it out.
….We could hardly make it to her big bed. Instant 69 as she became hyper with excitement.
….. Our foreplay was building into a moaning squirming mass of wet oral sex. I loved to hear her moan with pleasure as I licked her pussy for the first time. She orgasmed so hard, she shook like a wild woman. Her lips found all my hot spots on my cock and she honed in on them. I had to stop her as she was going to make me cum right in her mouth and didn’t realize it. I wanted that for later. Finally I spun her around and grabbed her legs and put them up. I just had to lick her again and watch her orgasm again so hot. In went my cock slowly as she trembled and moaned. It was her first and her fingers dug into my back. “OOOOHHH”….she yelled as my cock went deeper into her tight pussy. She didn’t hold back her feelings and moaned continuously. She adjusted to my cock and started panting as we started fucking. Damn she was nice and tight, and it felt good. Her legs shook around my shoulders as our cums were building up to the time we both had waited for. Her trembling hands were pulling on me, taking me deeper in her tight pussy.
…When my cock touched bottom in her pussy….and kept touching it…she lost it and started fucking me so fast and then locked me up with a thrust and a scream of joy….I can’t put in words the joy we both felt. We felt like we had left planet earth in a rocket. “Squeeze Candy…squeeze!” I moaned and she learned how right then and there. I shot rapid fire cum shots in her until I fell weak. The poor girl was out of it, moaning and squirming. She acted like she had gone crazy and mumbled pleasure sounds. She kept squeezing my cock like it was her toy to keep. My cock kept cuming without any cum left. I got so dizzy I had to let my brain take me to euphoria with her……….I went out…
….It was still dark as I tried to open my eyes. I felt a warm girls mouth on my cock…I just smiled and let her play…I smelled the aroma of a freshly showered woman’s pussy….I opened my eyes a little and right in front of my face was Candy’s sweet pussy. I pulled to me and let my tongue have it way with it. I loved the moaning around my cock as she took it in deep. Her pussy was wet with her sex and I licked every part of it. Her hips moved with my probing tongue as we got a rhythm going. Her head worked my cock as I felt a huge rising cum on the way. She knew it too somehow, and held my flexing balls. I had to cum, I had no choice as I stiffened up to her sucking and her tongue circling my cock head. The first shot made her squeal and down her lips went to take all of my cock in her wet mouth. I shot and shot as my cock took control. Her pussy trembled as it thrust on my tongue. My ears began to ring as she moaned so loud. …..We both ……well…no words can ever possibly describe it… we both moaned until we went out again…..
…..All I can remember of that,… just the first night with Candy were my thoughts….
….’Jack…life is good’….

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